A/N: A lot is gonna happen in this chapter, for starters, I've gotten feedback on showing more of the other characters and their relationships as well as showing smut scenes with them, this chapter will show the beginning of that. As for our boy, Hiccup, he's going to be hooking up with Mala. That, and I'll be bringing Rapunzel into the mix, in this case, Gothel wouldn't allow the lost princess to save Flynn from being stabbed, and the old woman has been dragging Rapunzel away from that tower in search of a new place where nobody would find them. Anyway, enough chat, let's get to it!
(Normal pov— The Citadel)
Drago Bludvist had emerged from a pool within his throne room which resided within the skull of the colossal Foreverwing that had once resided on this island. Such dragons could be of use to the madman, he had heard from his loyalists that hailed from Asia that this species of dragons reside there as well, but more importantly, they have to ability to offer a longer life span to their fellow dragons as well as humans.
It was even rumored that they could bestow immortality as well.
An attractive prospect, of course, however, Drago would settle for a longer life span, especially when he has yet to complete his world domination.
The doors to his throne room opened, revealing his disgraced warlords— Chagatai Khan, Griselda the Grievous, and Ragnar the Rock. All three warlords bowed and lowered their heads whilst their master emerged out of the pool he had been bathing in. After drying himself off and making obscuring his nakedness, the madman gave his subjects permission to rise.
"My most trusted allies, you have fought by my side for many years; we've spilled blood throughout the world, preached my vision for this world, and we've traveled far and wide to become an unstoppable force. Now... I fear your services will no longer be required,"
The three warlords tensed violently, like everyone in the Northern Alliance, they knew full well that Drago didn't suffer failure, compromise, or setbacks. He was an unforgiving man, they remembered what he did to his prized pupil-- Krogan, after he failed to acquire another Bewilderbeast for their master's pet alpha.
"M-Master—"
"You allowed our forces to be humiliated and crippled by children, by Stoick the Vast's pup," Bearing his teeth in disgust and fury, Drago then bellowed out. "YOU NEARLY DESTROYED US!" Lowering their heads in both submission and fear, the madman paced slowly, eyeing the leaders of his army, deciding whether or not to dispose of them or grant them mercy. "Hiccup Haddock as well as the Scandinavian people and dragons under his command are the only thing that stands in our way of conquering this world. He must be dealt with." While walking toward a window to overlook his junta's new home, Drago continued. "Our numbers have replenished, however, if we are to crush the pup of Stoick the Vast, we must find more allies and convince them to join our cause."
Clearing his throat, Chagatai Khan inquired. "Who do you have in mind, master?"
"Do you recall the knights of the Blackstone Legion in our campaign in Acre many years ago?"
"With respect, Apollyon is unpredictable," Griselda said firmly. "Yes, she has tens and thousands of knights who've fought many cultures and impressive war machines, she's known to manipulate her enemies into wanting to enact her will."
Grunting in agreement, Ragnar added. "Aside from Hiccup Haddock and those who follow him, Apollyon is a threat that cannot be underestimated. Yes, she and her Blackstone Legion may become a powerful ally, however, she could also prove to be a rival if we approach her and extend our hand out to her and her army."
Walking to his pool, Drago retracted his bullhook from the ground, inspecting the honed edge of his signature weapon. "Yes, I am well aware of these concerns, and the likelihood of Apollyon turning on us at any given time. And yet, if we wish to crush Hiccup Haddock and his incompetent race, we must destroy them utterly," the madman chuckled darkly. "The Blackstone Legion will be nothing but a means to an end, when the time is right, we will kill them all, as we have to any who have posed a threat to our rise as masters of this world."
"And... what of your son, Kjell?" Chagatai inquired.
"What of him?"
"Prior to sending him and a clutch of his men to convince to infiltrate that greedy fool, Johann's operations, you told him to recruit more cultures to join our cause. Do you believe your son is capable of the task?"
It was no secret that Drago Bludvist was a cruel, heartless, and barbaric individual who seemed to only care about his rise to power. However, the one thing he truly cared about more than his desire to conquer the world and rule was in fact his son, Kjell. Despite being the heir of a multi-ethnic force, Drago gave nothing to his son, he had taught him countless times that if he wanted anything for himself, he would have to take it and crush anyone or anything that stood between him and his desires. The training and lessons he had exposed to his son were brutal and life-threatening, however, Kjell endured, and to prove that all that he had suffered and learned was for nothing, he struck out on his own, taking only a clutch of men and women who were fiercely loyal to the heir of the Northern Alliance and rally more cultures to Drago's side.
"My son will not fail me, he never has," Drago said with pride. Snorting softly, he shook his head. "I have received personal messages from him, by way of carrier dragons that Johann has now amassed Ottomans warriors, Arabian mercenaries, Persian Dragon Hunters, and even Hashashin assassins are standing by his side. My son informs me how these various factions grow tired of Johann and his shortsightedness, that fool only desires wealth and power, he uses them to further his own pathetic ambitions."
"And... I take Kjell will sway these cultures to join us?" Ragnar asked.
Smirking at his warlord, Drago grunted in confirmation. "Assuming Johann does not catch wind of what my son is trying to do. Apparently, that little man's personal guard is a former member of the infamous Forty Thieves, a man named Sa'Luk. At the moment, my son, Johann, and those who follow that simpleton are in the Kingdom of Agrobah in search of something... something that could threaten us and those Johann deems as a threat."
"Did your son say what Johann is searching for?"
Looking in Griselda's direction, Drago shook his head. "No. But whatever Johann has planned, I will not take it lightly. The man fooled Stoick the Vast for decades because of his... "friendly," act, I am not so easily fooled," Drago then dropped the subject before returning to the reason why he summoned his warlords in the first place. "Despite your failure at the steps of New Berk and the cost us countless ships and men, I cannot overlook the fact that you all were able to save what remained of our junta and established a city here within the bones of this deceased titan. You will assume command of your respective forces and prepare training alongside the Samurai that I persuaded to join us." Before the warlords could give thanks to their master, Drago pointed his bullhook at their faces. "Fail me again, and you will not live to regret it." He then gave them a dismissive gesture with his head, once the three warlords bowed their heads, they left their master's throne room.
Seating himself on his throne, Drago sighed heavily and knew that the time to make his move against Hiccup Haddock would come sooner rather than later, however, he underestimated the boy and his Night Fury, a mistake he wouldn't make a second time.
Closing his eyes, Drago murmured to himself. "I alone control the dragons, not you, Hiccup Haddock," growling softly, he nodded to himself. "Once you and the fools who follow you are dead, your dragons will be mine. Every last one of them."
(Franika— Paris)
Within the walls of Paris, the former emperor had perished thanks to The Bite, while out hunting with a small band of his dukes, they were suddenly swarmed by the carnivorous rats that devoured them and their horses. Only one of these dukes had survived, a young man by the name of Duke Otton, whose family name was tainted because his father had brought disgrace to the now-late emperor, to Paris, and to his family by using his station as the emperor's advisor to plot a coup and amass wealth from the capital's treasury. For this act of high treason, Duke Otton's father was stripped of his title, wealth, lands, and ultimately, his life. However, despite the grievances his father committed, the late emperor didn't resent the young Otton for his father's crimes, and as such, he had earned his place as the emperor's advisor.
Duke Otton, while on horseback, made his way to the emperor's palace to have words with the soon-to-be coordinated emperor and his sister. While roaming the streets, the young duke could hear the concerns of the citizens about not only having an impulsive child lead them during this time of crisis but also about the hordes of Vikings and their dragon army. To make matters worse, the Minister of Justice, Claude Frollo, and the Paris Inquisition were persecuting those gypsy people passing through to bring laughter and entertainment to the people of Frankia, accusing them of committing witchcraft and other acts of heinous sins. Claude Frollo and the veteran soldiers of the Inquisition were heavily disliked by the people, for all their talks of bringing order, fairness, and justice to the people, when all they did was brutalize them, be antagonistic, and abuse their power to accumulate wealth and power. Because of The Bite and the tyranny of Claude Frollo, many within the walls of Paris were beggars on the streets or stripped of what little they had by street thugs.
For Otton, it was sickening to see.
Looking down from his horse, Otton suddenly laid eyes on a woman with brown skin, long raven-black hair, a curvy figure, and striking emerald green eyes. She was wearing a white top with a teal and gold bodice, along with a purple sarong and white petticoat.
"You there!"
Turning to look at the young duke, the striking woman could see Otton tilting his head in curiosity. "You seem familiar," it then clicked in his mind. "You are Esmeralda, are you not?"
"And you are?"
Smiling softly, he bowed his head in greetings. "Duke Otton, Royal Advisor," he then winked. "I look forward to the upcoming performance that you and your fellow gypsies will conduct. I wish you and your companions the best of luck." With that said, he continued his way to the palace.
Esmeralda watched as Otton made his way to the palace with both confusion and reverence, perhaps because many of those in high standing in Paris looked down upon her and her fellow gypsy performers. But those words of kindness made the young woman smile. Djali, her pet goat nudged her side and gave her a confused look while looking in the direction she was looking in. "Not to worry, Djali," while petting her goat's head, she smiled softly. "I guess there are some men left in Paris who show us gypsies kindness."
Once reaching the palace, Otton entered the throne room where the late emperor's heirs were gathered, along with many of the dukes and counts of Frankia. The atmosphere in the room was so tense that it was suffocating, not to mention the panic that had gripped the hearts of the dukes and counts gathered in the room.
"They overwhelmed my army in less than an hour," said Count Erard, pointing to the map which was laid at the feet of the throne of Paris.
"They are not deterred by casualties," grumbled Duke Erard of Normandy with clenched fists. "The heathens have tens of thousands of ships, allowing them to deploy wave after wave of warriors on my beaches, overwhelming my soldiers and defenses. Not to mention they have dragons of all shapes and sizes that allowed our enemies to hasten their victory and advance into Normandy."
There were murmurs of assent as they too voiced similar defeats at the hands of the Vikings. "We had lost many of our best commanders when our late emperor had taken them out hunting ten days ago," lamented Count Odo, the greatest warrior in Paris, and a man of great influence, power, and wealth. "I fear without strong leadership, our army will not be able to repel the heathens and their dragons."
"Then we must send emissaries to the Northman, and offer terms that benefit each party to call off this... raid," Count Roland, an arrogant, yet great warrior, suggested.
"This is not a raid, Count Roland, it is a war. A war that you brought upon yourselves by the murders and atrocities you inflicted upon their people," Princess Dotta Grimolfsdottir stated firmly. "Yes, if we offer them gold and silver, they will take it, but that won't stop them from killing all of us as well. That gentleman is what Viking revenge looks like."
Clearing his throat, Duke Otton stepped forward. "Princess Dotta, I pray no man here is foolish enough to question or argue with your logical words. After all, who knows the Viking people better than your family, descendants from Rollo himself."
"If we have any chance of defeating the Vikings, we must cut off the head of this great serpent that seeks to devour us," Dotta approached the map that Paris's defenders were gathered around and pointed to where the Viking war camp was located. "According to our scouts, the enemy is here. Across from Paris itself. If there's one thing the Vikings fear, it is this: they fear death that is far from the battlefield because they believe they cannot enter Valhalla any other way. Therefore, we will send our best assassins into the enemy camp and locate the enemy leader and then kill him in his sleep." The men gathered murmured amongst themselves, many agreed with the notion while some were in opposition to it.
"Is this wise, sister?" The soon-to-be coordinated emperor, Prince Gudleif questioned. "The last time this happened, our assassins had killed Prince Folkwin Haraldson of the Fairhair dynasty, and his sister, Princess Aud managed to escape our grasp before we could end her as well. Now, she and her family are here, along with tens of thousands of Vikings here to exact revenge."
"What would you have us do, brother?" Dotta challenged. "If we wait any longer, the Vikings will attack and the heart of Frankia will be ripped out."
Pursing his lips in through, Gudleif soon voiced his thoughts. "As Christians, we must be reasonable and offer them terms that benefit us both, as Count Roland suggested earlier—"
"Brother, with respect, this is a horrible idea. With our father dead, his head is no longer an attainable trophy, but yours is," Dotta shook her head. "Once you are emperor, your fate is entwined with the fate of Paris; if you fall, so does Paris. And I will not let that happen." Turning to Count Odo, the princess gave him a firm nod. "Dispatch our assassins. See this done."
"Princess," Odo bowed his head before taking his leave.
Rising from his throne, Gudleif glared at his sister. "You overstep, sister," turning to face her brother, Dotta watched as her brother pounded a fist against his chest. "I am to be emperor of Paris--"
"Precisely why we must assassinate their king while we can!" Dotta barked out. "With their leader dead, the Vikings will fight among themselves to secure the crown, with the enemy engaged in infighting, our hordes will finish them off and deal with their dragons." Getting in her brother's face, Dotta placed a hand on his cheek and spoke softly. "The die is cast, brother. For the sake of our people and our beloved capital city, we must see this done." Leaning in to kiss his cheek, Dotta soon dismissed the counts and dukes.
While Duke Otton and the others were leaving the throne room, the young duke could see Gudleif pacing back and forth while huffing and puffing in anger that his sister overruled him. He was behaving like a pouting child, and Otton feared that their soon-to-be emperor's impulsive nature would get them all killed.
The morning air was filled with the cries of battle, steel clashing against shields, and the roars of dragons as they rained hell down on the Franks. However, because of the sheer numbers of Vikings and dragons descending on the Franks, they were quickly overwhelmed and overrun in a matter of minutes, despite the valiant efforts to dispose of those who had invaded their lands, they were struck down, along with anyone who offered resistance. Whilst the Scandinavians descended on the town they were raiding to gather further supplies, there was a young, beautiful girl, with long blond hair who was running as fast as her legs could carry her. Of course, she was fleeing from the Vikings and dragons that were killing everyone and anything in their path, but this girl was also fleeing from one who had robbed her of the small taste of freedom she had experienced not long ago with a thief that had finally taken her to see the lanterns that are released on her birthday.
"Rapunzel!"
Whirling her head, Rapunzel, the lost princess of the Kingdom of Corona saw the woman she had called "mother" for most of her life, Gothel, but as it turns out, the woman pursuing her wasn't her mother. Grabbing two armfuls of her hair, the blond beauty ran as fast as she could while also staying clear of the Vikings, Franks, and the dragons that rained fire down like an enraged god now unleashing their wrath on insolent mortals. Though Rapunzel was terrified of the ensuing battle around her, she saw the chaos as an opportunity to slip away from Gothel's smothering control. She witnessed her killing Eugene and saw how the man she had begun to grow fond of bled to death, all because Gothel refused to accept the reality that life fades and that all living things must die, even her; she wanted to live a long life and didn't care about the lives she's destroyed or people she's hurt in order to keep the vanity of youth and life.
As the lost princess continued to run, she slammed into somebody, causing her to tumble and look up in fear at the sight of a sleek black dragon that outstretched its wings while bearing its teeth at her. On this dragon's back, however, was a man in equally sleek black leather armor which gleamed in the morning sun, along with the shining chainmail underneath his shoulder pauldrons. He wielded a sword of fire which crackled and roared in his firm grip and he had a metallic shield strapped behind his back. Despite feeling greatly intimidated by the sight of such a man and his dragon, Rapunzel found herself in awe of such a man. This fierce warrior appeared to be a few years older than her, yet he was still young, he had piercing green eyes like her own that seemed to illuminate, and he was devilishly handsome.
"Rapunzel!"
Quickly getting back on her feet, the blond found herself trapped with Gothel at her front and the Viking perched on his dragon at her back.
Noting the fear in her kidnapper's eyes at the sight of the King of Vikings and his Night Fury, she spoke up over the ensuing chaos. "Come, my girl," extending a hand, Gothel spoke with urgency. "We must go, now!"
"No!"
"Rapunzel—"
"I said no!" The blond shrieked in anger. "I won't let you use me anymore!"
With a snarl, Gothel drew her dagger, Toothless crouched low while growling in warning at the old woman. "You will come with me, or else—"
A sudden click caused Gothel to look up at the young king, he had retracted Inferno and reached for his Gronckle Iron shield, and activated the crossbow feature while slipping a bolt and lifting it at the old woman threatening the defiant blond. "I suggest you walk away and leave this place," Hiccup's finger caressed the trigger while narrowing his eyes at Gothel. "Or don't. I can have you sold into slavery where you'll slowly rot and toil for the rest of your days."
Glaring at the young king, Gothel hissed. "And who are you, boy?"
"I'm Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, King of Vikings," with his finger firmly placed on the trigger, he curled his lip at the older woman. "Walk away and live, or else you'll suffer a fate worse than death."
"She can't!" Rapunzel said while fuming at the smug look on Gothel's face.
"What do you mean?"
Hiccup's attention, which had turned to Rapunzel allowed the older woman to suddenly lunge at the lost princess. Toothless, however, fired a plasma bolt at her feet, sending Gothel back and tumbling to the ground with a cry.
"You're fast, for an old woman, I'll give you that," Hiccup then patted Toothless' head. "But you're not faster than a Night Fury. Isn't that right, bud?" The King of Dragons unleashed a threatening roar in Gothel's direction, causing the woman to shriek in fear.
"P-Please," looking in Rapunzel's direction, Gothel tried to make the young king sympathetic by speaking falsely. "She's my daughter, and... she tends to overreact—"
"I'm not your daughter, and you were never my mother!" Rapunzel cried out in outrage before turning to Hiccup. "This woman kidnapped me when I was a baby and took me away from my true home— the Kingdom of Corona, and has kept me locked away in a tower for many years just she that she could use me to maintain the vanity of your youth."
Looking down at Gothell who tensed violently at Rapunzel's words, Hiccup looked over his shoulder to see several of his Kingsguard approaching. Deactivating the crossbow feature of his shield, Hiccup gestured to Gothel. "Take her, offer her up as a gift to Ulfbjorn and the Lava Louts, they do love adding new slaves into their collection," eyeing the woman and noting her mature curves, Hiccup nodded. "I'm sure they'll use her for humping." Blanching, Gothel tried to run, however, the Kingsguard stopped her and then placed her in chains while dragging her away.
"Rapunzel! Stop him! Please!"
The blond beauty did nothing but watch as Gothel was dragged away while flailing and shrieking violently. "No! I will not be made into a slave for you vile animals!" With surprising strength, Gothel was able to free herself from the Kingsguard and then drew her dagger once again and rushed Rapunzel while shrieking in fury.
"Toothless!"
With one precise shot that struck, Toothless' plasma blast struck Gothel in the heart, sending her smoking corpse to crash into a nearby building. Gasping loudly at the sight of her false mother's splayed-out corpse, Rapunzel turned to the alpha males of both Vikings and dragons and feared that she might be killed next or be made into a slave.
After patting his dragon's neck, Hiccup turned to Rapunzel and gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I won't hurt, neither will any of my men. You have my word," he then gave her a curious look. "Where will you go now, to your true home? Uh... Corona, was it?" Nodding at the king's words, Rapunzel was surprised when he extended a hand out to her. "Come with me. My people and I will take you home and back into the arms of your family."
Hesitant, at first, Rapunzel knew that she wouldn't be able to return to Corona all on her own, she would be preyed upon by many she would encounter. If she stood by the side of these Vikings, perhaps she could learn how to be stronger and defend herself from the unwanted advances of those who preyed on the naive and inexperienced.
Taking Hiccup's hand, Rapunzel was hoisted onto Toothless' back with ease by the young king, causing her to blush. Once she was secured, she cast one last look at Gothel's corpse and scolded resentfully at her dead kidnapper. Though she laments the years of life and adventures she had missed out on throughout her life, Rapunzel felt a flutter of excitement in her belly as the possibilities of exploring the world and meeting new people flooded her mind.
As Hiccup ordered his men to break off their attack after clearly defeating the Franks, Rapunzel felt the yoke of suppression finally being lifted off of her shoulders. The time had come for her to truly spread her wings, and she was eager to take flight.
"A good start to the day!"
Turning to his left, Hiccup noted Alvin remove his blood-soaked sword from the corpse of a Frankish soldier while approaching the young king. As the hulking giant extended a hand out for Toothless, the Night Fury purred softly while pressing his snout into Alvin's palm. "So, did you and your men find anything interesting that might aid us in our siege of Paris, Alvin?"
"Aye, we did, as a matter of fact," Alvin turned around and placed two fingers in his mouth, whistling loudly. "Bring them out!" He barked out. Soon enough, Outcast warriors dragged out a beautiful young woman with fair skin, brown hair as well as brown eyes. She wore a simple Gyda dress and black slippers. The other was an old, overweight, half-bald elderly man with fair skin, white hair, thickly mustached, green eyes, and thick gray eyebrows.
Rapunzel was curious as to what the young King of Vikings would so, of course, reading about Vikings back in the tower told her that he might order them to be killed. But so far, this man was unlike the merciless, bloodthirsty Vikings she had read about.
"Who are these people?"
One of Alvin's warriors, a Raider, by the name of Gunnar the Giant, who stood at a staggering eight feet and was a literal mountain of muscle approached Hiccup and Toothless while extending dozens of papers and blueprints. "This one is an inventor, Lord Hiccup," Gunnar rumbled. "And by the looks of it, he has great knowledge of the defenses and weapons Paris will wield against us."
While examining the papers and blueprints, Hiccup hummed to himself, impressed with the designs of these war machines and defenses. Handing them back to Gunnar, the young king looked down at the two before him and raised an eyebrow while speaking their language. "I am Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, King of Vikings. Answer truthfully, and I will let you both live. Do you understand?"
"Y-Yes," the older man said, surprised that a supposed "savage," was able to speak the language of the Franks.
"What are your names?"
Swallowing thickly, the old man spoke up. "M-Maurice. And this is my daughter, Belle," turning to the young woman by his side, he then looked back into the eyes of the Viking king. "Please, don't kill us, we mean you no harm—"
"But your weapons certainly will," Hiccup's firm tone caused Maurice to wince. Gesturing to the weapon designs in Gunnar's hand, the king tsked. "You will tell us how to counteract these weapons so that our siege of Paris will go far more smoothly without the loss of many Viking and dragon lives that I and my Night Fury are responsible for," Toothless growled softly, as if telling Maurice to do what his rider says or else you'll regret it.
"P-Please, Monsieur Haddock, may I speak?"
Turning to Belle, Hiccup found her to be very beautiful, and yet her eyes and features were full of worry and fear, undoubtedly for her safety and her father's. "You may," he said with a nod. "What do you have to say?"
"Your war against Paris is pointless, our former emperor, Gunthar Grimolfsson, is dead."
Every Viking that was gathered nearby suddenly stopped dead still before murmuring amongst each other. That could not be! If that were the case, their quest to avenge the murders of their people and loved ones here would be for nothing.
Snorting softly, Hiccup spoke in a low tone. "What did you say?"
"Emperor Gunthar, our now late ruler, is dead!" Belle repeated herself so that all the Vikings gathered could hear her.
Princess Aud, who was with her brother and many Fairhair warriors scoffed loudly and pointed her bloodstained sword at the girl. "She's lying!"
"Why would she lie, sister?"
"To fool us, Harald," Aud replied to her brother. "To protect our brother's killer and to justify all the atrocities Gunthar had committed against our people!" Approaching Belle, the princess of the Fairhair dynasty crouched in front of her and pinched the girl's chin, forcing Belle to look into her eyes. Whimpering in fear at the look of anger, bloodlust, and disbelief in the Viking's eyes, not to mention her face was stained with the blood of Franks, soldiers, and the people of this town. "When... did he die, assuming he did die?" Aud questioned in a cool tone.
Swallowing down her fear, Belle stammered. "T-Ten days ago," Aud inhaled sharply and released her hold on the girl while standing up. "He had died from the rat infestation, along with a great many of his dukes." Once again, the Vikings murmured and whispered amongst themselves. Why had they not heard of this news? Unless, of course, the Franks concealed it so that their victory, if they had achieved victory in the coming siege would be hollow.
"Tell us, Belle, who now leads Paris?" Hiccup asked out loud, asking the question his subjects wanted to hear.
"H-His son, Prince Gudleif," Belle replied.
Whilst the Vikings talked amongst themselves, Harald approached the young king and nodded. "This is a good thing, Gudleif is a boy, and when the time to attack Paris arrives, the dukes and those with influence and power will not back him. Paris waits for us—"
"I didn't come here for Paris," Aud interrupted, writhing in anger. Her vengeance had now been denied because the late emperor had fallen to the vermin plague throughout these lands. Huffing, Aud stormed off. "I came for Gunthar's head."
Quickly reaching out to seize the fuming princess by the arm, Hiccup waited until she was calm and looking him in the eyes. "Then I promise you... the head of his son. Hmm?" Aud's fuming expression softened, however, it was still firm. Instead of replying with words, she gave a nod and walked away once Hiccup released her. Toothless nuzzled into his side, causing Hiccup to caress his dragon's head. "Back to the war camp, we're done here!" Hiccup barked out, the Vikings gathered were mainly Outcasts, and those under the Fairhair dynasty, some of Hiccup's people who rode dragons were present, but only enough to lend additional support.
"Lad, what of these two?"
Turning to Alvin, the young king looked to Maurice and Belle, who were still on their knees and being held by swordpoint by Outcast warriors. "They come with us," he said to Alvin. "Their knowledge of the weapons and defenses this boy ruler will now wield against us will prove invaluable." Grunting, Alvin ordered his men to get the father-and-daughter duo ready to march.
Now back on Toothless' back, Hiccup looked over his shoulder and noted Rapunzel giving him a surprised look. "What?" He questioned.
"It's just that... well, I thought Vikings were incapable of reason or mercy," blushing she shrugged. "Of course, that's what I've read about."
Snorting softly, Hiccup deadpanned. "Don't believe everything you read, princess," he then smirked. "You'll soon see what we... "savages" are really like." Patting Toothless' neck, Hiccup chuckled when Rapunzel shrieked in surprise when they were in the air. If this princess was to be among them until she was delivered back home, Hiccup would see to it that she was made strong, and she knew just the woman to help her with that.
"Mmm! Gods, you feel so good around my cock!"
Valka moaned softly, eyes closed as she savored the feeling of the young Meathead Viking driving himself inside her with strong thrusts. Over the last few decades, sex had been nothing more than an afterthought in Valka's mind, however, after shamefully being a voyeur while her son grew his harem made the Haddock matriarch miss the intimacy of sex. Of course, when she was with Stoick back when she was around Hiccup's age, it was like trying to climb a mountain of muscle and "raw Vikingness," he did most of the work back then, but it was still a pleasurable experience. After she was taken from Berk by Cloudjumper, Valka had not experienced the intimacy and pleasure of sex, having spent her days fighting for the dragons and disrupting Dragon Hunter and Trapper operations throughout Scandinavia as well as preventing more dragons from falling into the clutches of that madman, Drago Bludvist.
Her sexual appetite had returned to torment her, especially since she wanted to be with her son, Hiccup, she wanted to be with him in ways no mother ever should be. Hence the reason she was having sex with someone her son's age, hoping, praying that the depraved attraction and feelings she felt for Hiccup would fade after sleeping with the young Meathead, Alrik Askelsson. The man was tall and muscular, he had short, spiky dark brown hair and equally dark facial hair, though it sharpened his facial features. His brown eyes wandered down Valka's back and down her pert backside, he reveled at the sight of her flesh ripple as his hips came flush with her backside. Hearing the older woman's soft moans and mewls made Alrik grin, he then leaned down to kiss along the back of her neck and ears.
"Mmm, you enjoy my cock inside of you. Don't you?"
Valka didn't answer immediately, because she wasn't thinking about the egotistical Meathead she had dragged to her tent to vent her sexual frustrations. Instead, she was thinking about Hiccup, her beautiful boy that had grown into a strong, compassionate, tender man. Her thoughts ran wild as she recalled how Hiccup often dominated his lovers in his bed and how the women he slept with would howl out shamelessly, letting everybody know that they were Hiccup's women. Biting her lower lip, Valka recalled seeing Hiccup's cock glistening in the arousal of Astrid or any of his other lovers, his cock was most impressive in size and girth, and to her shame and desire, she wanted to have Hiccup's cock inside her, splitting her open.
Wrapping a hand around her throat, Valka gasped when Alrik squeezed, not enough to cut off her airflow, but enough to thrill her. "I asked you a question, Lady Valka. I would hear you say what I already know to be true," as he thrust with more urgency, he groaned softly against her cheek. "You enjoy my cock inside you. Don't you?"
"Y-Yes!" She mewled out weakly, only to get him to shut up so that she could focus on thinking about her lewd, depraved fantasy about having sex with Hiccup. The hand that Alrik had around her throat tightened and his other hand, which was on her left hip suddenly dipped down to where they were joined. Crying out in pleasure at the feeling of him rubbing her clit, Valka let out a choked sob. "Go-AHHHH-Gods! Yesss!" She then reached her end and it threatened to make her cross-eyed and lights explode behind her eyes.
Hearing Alrik's growls and the urgency of his thrusts told Valka that he too was about to reach his end, she then looked over her shoulder. "P-Pull out!" Letting a whine of complaint, Alrik suddenly tensed when she glared at him, silently promising to castrate him if he didn't do what he was told. Slipping out of her silken heat, the Meathead stroked himself to completion, groaning loudly as he spilled rope after rope of his seed along Valka's back and rear.
"Let me get something to help you clean up,"
As Alrik fetched a clean cloth and soaked it in his water basin, Valka sighed heavily while wiping the sweat from her brow, she knew sleeping with this Meathead wouldn't fully satisfy her, however, it was the best she could do for the moment. Her attraction towards Hiccup started the moment she realized who he truly was when she abducted him near the Dragon Sanctuary, mistakenly believing him to be one of Drago's men or an agent. But after learning that the handsome young man she had snatched was her son and after seeing what kind of man he had become, Valka desired him. Despite the short moments they had spent together back on Old and New Berk, the older woman believed her depraved attraction was nothing more than the need to know her son inside and out and attempt to make up for the time she had been absent from his life. While that logic was true in some sense, Valka only felt her attraction and desire for Hiccup intensify whenever he helped the dragons, his fellow Hairy Hooligans, as well as showing compassion to foreign peoples that had sought to begin anew in Scandinavia thanks to Drago Bludvist.
Her son was a man that every woman dreamed of being with.
And yet despite her feelings for Hiccup, Valka knew that her son wouldn't share her feelings for her. It was pathetic, however, the elder Haddock held on to a sliver of hope that her son desired her the way she desired him.
"That was fun, as always," Alrik chuckled while wiping the worst of his mess off of Valka's back before moving the wet cloth to her backside. "Did you enjoy yourself?"
No, you weren't Hiccup.
"Yes," Valka lied while watching him finish cleaning his seed off her skin before tossing the sodden cloth aside. She then stood up from his bed to wash away the stench of sweat, sex, and depraved desires for her son. Once the smell no longer lingered on her, Valka fetched her clothes to dress. Feeling his gaze on her, Valka then gave him a curious glare. "Don't you have things to do this morning?"
Blowing a raspberry, Alrik too began to fetch his discarded clothes. "Don't remind me, I'm supposed to be out with others to procure meat for the camp," as he slid into his clothes, he then reached for the older woman and gave her a hopeful look. "I'm still confused why you don't want to officially become my woman. We've been humping since we arrived in Frankia."
Valka had no intentions of being Alrik's woman, in truth, he was nothing more than a means to an end to satisfy her sexual needs. They had been eyeing each other before they had left England, and after a week in Frankia, Valka had dragged him to her tent to have sex with him, as means of trying to forget her attraction and desire for Hiccup, but to no avail. Despite clearly telling Alrik the first night they slept together that what they shared was nothing more than sex, Alrik clearly felt more and wanted to make things official with her.
"We've talked about this, Alrik—"
"I know, but you're on the forefront of my mind, Valka," taking her hands in his, he spoke softly. "It... unorthodox to move in on a former chief's wife, and I know I can't possibly compare to the man Stoick the Vast was, however, if you give me a chance, I could try to satisfy you in every possible way, other than having sex."
Before Valka could reply, however, a series of knocks on the Haddock matriarch's tent flap caused her to straighten up and finish making herself decent. "Yes?"
"Lady Valka, King Hiccup has returned with the others from their raid, he now requests your presence in the war tent,"
"Of course, I'll be there shortly," as the Kingsguard outside her tent moved on, Valka turned to her young lover and saw the hopefulness in his eyes. Feeling guilt for merely using him to slake her sexual needs, she gave one of his hands a firm, gentle squeeze. "We'll discuss this later. I'm needed."
Nodding in understanding, Alrik finished dressing before smiling softly. "Right," as he walked passed her and stopped at the entrance of her tent, he looked over his shoulder. "I look forward to that discussion." With that said, he left her tent.
Groaning loudly, Valka ran a hand through her damp hair, cursing herself for allowing her trysts with Alrik to go too far. She would need to break things off with him, soon, before he expected too much from her. Reaching for a thick fur cloak, she threw it over her shoulders and made her way outside her tent, where Cloudjumper crooned in greetings. Showering her old companion with affection, the two of them made their way to Hiccup's war tent.
"A-AHHHH... y-yes! So... So good!"
"Yeah, you like my cock inside you, Minden?"
"I do, S-Snotlout! I do!"
Snotlout lay in the middle of his bed, his front was flushed with Minden's back as his cock pierced her each time he thrust himself into wet, silken heat. The two of them had woken up in each other's arms and teased each other to the point of madness until they could take no more. Being in a relationship was still relatively new to Minden, but the over the last year, she and Snotlout had become inseparable to the point where they didn't want anyone else in this life, other than each other. They had gotten married towards the end of the previous year, during Snoggletog, Minden was now a Jorgenson and welcomed into the royal family of Vikings who would rule in Hiccup's place when he couldn't perform his duties in one way or another.
Miden threw her head back and cried out when Snotlout began groping her breasts and thrusting up into her with fervor, she could tell that he was getting close to his climax, and he was determined to take her with him down the abyss of pleasure. "Whose Wingmaiden are you, Minden?" Removing one of his hands from her breast, Snotlout gently placed a hand around her throat, squeezing gently. "Whose are you?" He repeated firmly.
"Y-Yours!"
Growling in delight, Snotlout kissed her ear and breathed hotly against her skin. "That's right, you're mine, Minden," while planting his feet firmly on the bed, the young Jorgenson thrust more fiercely, causing the both of them to gasp sharply and mewl in delight. "A-Are... you ready for me?" Minden was too consumed by pleasure to form a response, instead, she nodded furiously. "Then do it, come for me, Minden." Snotlout's words were followed by action as he snaked one of his hands down to where they were joined and began rubbing at her clit. Minden released a scream of pleasure and she soon reached her end, thanks to her husband's ministrations.
"Sno-A-AHHH!! Gods, yes!"
Feeling his wife's sex clench around his cock and the warmth of her arousal soaking him, Snotlout snarled out in delight before he too reached his end. "S-Snotlout! Snotlout! Oy! Oy! Oy!" With that said, he burst within Miden; his seed being planted into her womb.
A series of knocks against the thick tent flap interrupted the two Jorgensons, causing Snotlout to groan in annoyance as he peered up and barked out. "Screw off, whoever you are! I'm busy!"
"Apologizes, Snotlout, but your cousin, Hiccup requests you and your wife at the war tent,"
Recognizing the voice as one of the Kingsguard, Snotlout sighed heavily and replied. "We'll be there shortly," regrettably slipping out of his wife, the young Jorgenson shrugged. "If I could stay in bed all day with you, I would." He grumbled while kissing his wife's sweaty skin.
"Mmm, well that wouldn't be very responsible of us, now would it?" Minden remarked, playfully nudging Snotlout in the gut with an elbow.
Acting to be mortally wounded, Snotlout nodded. "Yeah yeah," as Miden got out of their bed to prepare for the day, he then murmured to himself. "Can't blame me for trying, right?"
"Ru-Ruff, slo-O-Ohh! Slow... d-down!"
"Like Hel," she bounced on top of his lap harder and faster. Her hands groped and squeezed his defined pectorals, she even began pinching and twisting his nipples, causing Fishlegs to throw his head back and cry out in pleasure. "Are you close, Fishy? Mmmm?" Ruffnut's bounces ceased and she began gyrating her hips back and forth.
"G-Gods, yes!" Fishleg's large hands were placed on her thighs as she continued to ride him.
Fishlegs had an inkling that Hiccup would summon them both soon enough, and he wanted to make love with his wife before their duties got in the way. Ruffnut too desired her husband, and instead of going for a sweet, savory session, she wanted a rough, sloppy hump. Watching his wife ride him while she was carrying his child made Fishlegs aroused beyond belief, it was no secret that Ruffnut was... crazy, to put it kindly, but she was feral in bed, and that animalistic side of her was threatening to send Fishlegs reaching his end sooner rather than he had anticipated.
A sudden series of knocks on their thick tent flap caused Ruffnut to groan loudly, she turned to the tent flaps and barked out. "We're humping here! Go away!"
"King Hiccup summons the both of you to the war tent, Lady Ingerman,"
Breathless at the sight of Ruffnut riding him desperately, Fishlegs swallowed thickly before gasping out. "W-We'll... be there shortly!" The Kingsguard outside their tent grunted in acknowledgment before walking away. In an effort to finish this, Fishleg's hands soon found themselves at both her bouncing breasts and where they were joined.
"A-AHHHHH!"
The feeling of her husband's hands toying with her breasts and clit was all Ruffnut could take, she came violently, her arousal soaking Fishleg's lap and her silken heat clenching tightly around his cock. Like his wife, Fishlegs too reached his end because of the feeling of his cock began squeezed in a silken vice. After spilling thick ropes of seed inside of her, Fishlegs panted heavily while Ruffnut collapsed on top of him, planting breathless kisses along his face.
"Satisfied?"
Snorting at her husband, Ruffnut purred against his ear. "The next chance I get to drag you away, I'll let you know when I'm satisfied,"
"Odin, give me strength," Fishlegs murmured to himself.
"Good gods, Tuff!"
"Mmmm, you like that?"
"Y-Yes!"
Thorhild was all but riding her husband's tongue, Tuffnut had his hands on his hips, trying to keep her still while he dragged his tongue along her slit and sopping folds. The battles and hardships in Frakia made Tuffnut realize that Thorhild was the "beautiful Viking girl" Astrid spoke of back on Dragon's Edge all those years ago; Thorhild was the one he wanted to have a family with, and so they had gotten married days after Snotlout and Minden were married.
While continuing to eat out his wife, one of Tuffnut's fingers spread her lower lips and he licked slowly and thoroughly along them, causing Thorhild to lean back and cry out in pleasure. She noted how hard her husband was, deciding to give him pleasure as well, she took hold of his cock and darted her tongue along his tip and frenulum. Savoring her husband's hisses of pleasure, Thorhild then licked along the underside of his cock, tracing a being that soon reached back to his tip, which she enveloped in her mouth.
"Tuffnut and Thorhild Thorston, are you awake?"
Ceasing their ministrations for a moment, Tuffnut spoke up. "What is it?"
"King Hiccup summons you both to the war tent,"
Sighing heavily, Thorhild spoke up. "We'll be there shortly,"
The Kingsguard outside their tent moved on, leaving both Thorstons feeling unsatisfied. "So... do we finish up here or go see Hiccup?" She asked while blowing a strand of hair out of her sweaty face.
Smirking, Tuffnut's eyes were gleaming with mischief, causing Thorhild's heart to beat faster. "Hiccy can wait a little longer," breathing softly against her sex, Tuffnut grinned. "I need to satisfy my wife first." He then delved back in with vigor, causing Thorhild to throw her head back and cry out in pleasure.
Undoubtedly, Hiccup would scold them, like his father used to scold him and Ruffnut whenever they caused mayhem back on Old Berk. But at the moment, Tuffnut would take the scolding, he wouldn't be able to focus without satisfying his wife's needs.
Eret rose from his bed and stifled a yawn while approaching the water basin to wash his face. While looking at his reflection in the water, his hand traced along the brand on his chest. That brand was a constant reminder of what it meant to be a disposable pawn in Drago Bludvist's army, no matter how loyal or devout one was to his mad cause, eventually, he would see you executed for displeasing him. He would be dead had it not been for Stormfly back on The Conqueror, and had he not met Hiccup and Astrid, he would be nothing more than an afterthought.
"Eret? Are you alright?"
Turning around to see a naked Melody getting out of his bed, he waited for his woman to approach her and wrap herself around his front. Returning her embrace, Eret kissed the top of the Northuldra woman's head and murmured softly. "I'm fine, Mel, trust me," while caressing her flawless brown skin, he smiled when he noticed goosebumps erupt in the wake of his touch. "I was thinking about how fortunate I am to be by Hiccup's side and not on Drago's."
Pulling away briefly to trace and place a hand on the brand of the Northern Alliance on his chest, Melody then kissed him before cooing. "You're safe now, Eret, I don't that monster would waste men and resources to recapture you—"
"When Drago Bludvist sets his mind on something, it's as though you're trying to move an immovable object," Eret deadpanned. "Besides, when he's marked one of his failed followers for death, he will see you meet a gruesome end sooner rather than later."
A sudden knocking on the tent flaps caused Eret and Melody to turn in that direction. Eret then spoke up. "Yes?"
"Eret, Son of Eret, King Hiccup summons you to his war tent,"
Nodding in understanding, Eret spoke up. "I'll be there shortly," with an acknowledging grunt, the Kingsguard outside moved on. Turning back to Melody, the former Dragon Trapper caressed his lover's cheek. "I'll be back soon."
"I know," Melody smiled before pecking Eret's lips and gesturing to the tent flap with her head. "You'd better finish cleaning up and get moving. Whatever Hiccup wishes to discuss, it must be important."
Within Hiccup's war tent, everyone gathered had been discussing the best way to determine the strength of Paris before laying siege to the city. Of course, Hiccup allowed everyone to speak freely and allowed everyone gathered to voice their thoughts, opinions, and suggestions. However, with each suggestion given, there was a flaw and if they were to apply this strategy, it could lead to disaster and unnecessary loss of life for both Scandinavian people and dragons.
"According to Belle, a captive taken alongside her father during our morning raid, the emperor of Paris has fallen to... The Bite. Now, the emperor's son, Gudleif, will rule Paris, and according to what Aud and Toka have told me, he's nothing but an impulsive child. A weakness we'll exploit and use to our advantage in the coming siege," Hiccup crossed his arms across his chest while eyeing his Viking warlords, Scandinavian leaders, foreign allies, and friends.
"Hehe, this is going to be easier than I thought," Tuffnut murmured to Thorhild, causing his wife to smirk.
Turning sharply to the male twin, Viggo Grimborn spoke up. "Do not allow hubris to blind you, Tuffnut LaVerne Thorston, Gudleif may be an impulsive child, but he still has counselors who are seasoned and experienced. With their guidance, the new emperor of Paris may become a formidable foe—"
"And who asked you, Grimborn?" Harald sneered. Glaring at the former Dragon Hunter, the leader of the Fairhair dynasty bore his teeth. "This is a matter that is personal to not just us Vikings, but to my family. The Boy Emperor's father had our brother killed when he slept, far from the battlefield. My family's honor has been spat upon by the family ruling Paris, and we will exact our revenge, if not on the former emperor, then his son, and all his family."
"Agreed," Aud grunted in agreement with her brother. Looking at the elder Grimborn, the Fairhair princess snorted. "Why not fall back into your tent and do what you do best— play Maces and Talons."
Crossing his arms behind his back, Viggo smirked. "I would advise you to remember your place, girl, you are not my ruler, Hiccup Haddock is," turning to the King of Vikings, he then gave him a questioning look. "It would seem I am not welcome here. I do not wish to have a conflict with your warlords and followers, therefore, I suggest I retire to my tent—"
"You will remain by my side, Viggo," Hiccup said firmly. Glaring at Aud, the king spoke in a low tone. "And Princess Aud will know her place." Quickly voicing an apology and bowing her head in submission, the Fairhair princess. After putting the Viking princess in her place, Hiccup turned to Viggo and raised an eyebrow. "Are you suggesting that we infiltrate Paris and assassinate the Boy Emperor's counselors?"
Smirking, Viggo gave a firm nod. "Without those with experience on how to deal with your people, the new leader of Paris will rely on his impulses, making him reckless and vulnerable for you to strike," he then turned to the Fairhair prince and princess. "You will then have your revenge if he foolishly hurtles himself into battle when those within his court question his ability to rule and protect them and their citizens. And since he is half Viking, he will not hesitate to defend his reputation and honor."
"Hmph, I hate to admit it, but Viggo Grimborn speaks the truth," Mogadon the Meathead grunted. "If this is the path we must take to ensure our victory here, how do you wish to proceed, King Hiccup?"
Taking several wooden Viking pieces on the desk, Hiccup placed them in front of Paris on the map, he then turned to his mother, Valka, the woman returned his gaze and her smile made excited flutters swarm inside her belly. "Mom, I want you to take Mulan, Bayana, Jack, and Belle into Paris under the guise of fur traders. You will scout the enemy's defenses, strengths, and weaknesses, and report back to me by day's end tomorrow."
"It will be done, son," Valka bowed her head.
Giving his mother a soft smile, Hiccup turned to Mulan, who had her arms crossed and was near the entrance of the war tent. "If things get dicey, I trust that you, Bayana, and my mother could handle yourselves. Jack and Belle, however..."
"Agreed, they are not warriors, not yet, anyway," Mulan grunted before shrugging. "How long will that be allowed to stand, if I may ask?"
Narrowing his eyes at the fierce Chinese woman, Hiccup remarked firmly. "As soon as they return to our camp, I will have them being their training as fighters and bonding with dragons. The same is said for Corona's long-lost princess, Rapunzel, along with anyone else who wishes to fight and ride dragons," the young king turned to his remaining followers. "Lend a hand to my mother and those accompanying her with preparing wagons full of quality furs and inform our sentries and patrols to keep an eye out for possible Frankish scots or assassins."
"Consider it done, babe," Astrid caressed the back of Hiccup's neck while cradling a sleeping Nuffink in one of her arms. "The Franks will be sorry if they try sneaking into our camp."
Crackling his knuckles, Spitelout grunted in agreement. "Aye, I'll give it to them, these Franks put up a fight,"
"One of us is worth six Franks," Snotlout grunted while pounding a meaty fist against his chest. "Instead of attacking them, why not lure the Franks out of their precious capital and face us on our terms?"
"You make a valid point, Snotlout, however, the Franks don't need to fight us when they have high walls and impressive war machines to repel both us and the dragons," Fishlegs sighed while shaking his head. "We still don't know what other surprises they have in store for us."
Humming in agreement, Hiccup spoke up. "The reason why I'm having my mother take those among us is to see what measures the Franks are taking in preparation for the impending siege," he then shrugged. "I have no doubt that the enemy will be searching those who enter Paris for signs of Viking tattoos or anything that tells them that those outside their gates are Vikings. But if we send a small band of our people and those who have different nationalities, they'll think they're nothing but travelers."
"And about finding those in command of the enemy army?" Ruffnut spoke up. "Shouldn't we send assassins to take them out?"
Smirking at Ruffnut, the young king spoke up. "I already have that covered, Ruff. Among the Berserkers is a man who's traveled around Midgard and learned languages, not to mention he's a deadly swordsman. I trust you all remember Cutthroat the Vile?"
"Yeah, he would sometimes visit Berk with Oswald the Agreeable back when we were kids, he was a sociopath back then and even more so now," Fishlegs pointed out.
"Maybe, but he knows his place as a loyal follower," Hiccup said before continuing. "I've tasked Cutthroat and a handful of skilled Shadow Walkers to sneak into the city and kill the enemy commanders in their sleep."
Chuckling, Aud nodded. "I like it. Without strong leadership, the soldiers within the city will be running around like a chicken with its head cut off,"
Nodding, Hiccup then turned to Eret. "I know you and your crew were Dragon Trappers, rather than pirates, but I need you and your fellow Sami to choke the trade coming in and out of Paris and bring whatever goods you find back to us-- food, clothing, weapons, valuables, anything of value."
"Understood, Chief," Eret said with a firm nod. "I consider myself a swashbuckler anyway."
Chuckling, Astrid grinned. "Yeah, clearly you're a swashbuckler. You don't even need to kill the traders and merchants coming in and out to conduct business with Paris, try and persuade them to see that its rulers will soon fall and that we'll soon be in control of the city," she then shrugged. "And if they put up a fight, their funeral."
Laughing, Eret nodded. "I'll keep that in mind, Queen Astrid,"
"Then it's settled," Hiccup nodded. "Let's see this done," Everyone bowed their heads and took their leave, all but one.
"Mala?"
"Forgive me, Hiccup Haddock, I-I... I've been so lonely ever since Dagur was killed by Hauk Blood-Stained, and I miss him and his touch," she then snorted softly. "I speak nonsense, I apologize—"
Taking hold of her hands, Hiccup shook his head. "No, you're a woman who yearns for physical and emotional companionship once again," placing a hand on her face, he smiled. "Perhaps I could... assist you in that regard. Unless, of course, you'd rather sleep with someone more muscular."
Chuckling lightly, Mala looked into the young king's eyes and shook her head. "Actually, Hiccup, I was going to ask if you could make me one of your Fair Queens," she could see the surprise and shock in his eyes, which was fair. "I am aware that Dagur had to perform The Trials in order to become my king, however, we are no longer on Caldera Cay, and you are king over all people who resided in Scandinavia, including me. Therefore, you may take me as one of your queens without the need for life-threatening trials."
"I'm... flattered, Mala, truly, but are you sure about this?" He asked respectfully. "You're fiercely loyal to Dagur's memory, and I don't want to try and live up to Dagur—"
Placing a finger against his lips, the tall, blond beauty smiled. "It's true, I loved Dagur, but he is no longer here to satisfy my needs. But you are," she then gave him a coy grin. "In all honesty, Hiccup, I've always found you charming, in character and presence. True, you may not be as physically intimidating as most of your fellow Vikings, but you make up for it in your compassion, fairness, and kindness towards your followers, man and dragons alike."
"You truly want this?"
"I do,"
Pinching his chin, Mala then pressed her lips against Hiccup's, causing him to let out a muffled gasp, which soon turned into a soft moan before he returned her kiss with fervor. While trying to unfasten his leather armor. However, the prospect of being walked in on lingered in the back of Hiccup's mind, so he would settle for only shedding the top layers of his armor. Once the clothing from his upper body had been stripped, Mala suddenly growled and shoved Hiccup onto the turdy table which held maps, charts, and small wooden ships and Viking pieces to help with their planning. Laughing at her aggressiveness, Hiccup watched with bated breath as this alpha female slid down his body, her hands around his hips, and then yanking his leather pants and undergarments in one strong tug, revealing his cock, which was slowly hardening, even more so when she started to stroke him.
"Getting right to the point, are you, Queen Mala?"
"Mm, do you like that, King Hiccup?"
"You should know,"
Smirking at the young man, she replied in a sassy manner. "Well then, I have an inkling that you like this even more," grinning at the sight of his pupils dilating and his cock growing more erect, Mala lowered her own black and gilded pants and briefs, revealing herself to the king. Before Hiccup could speak, the tall blond stood up and straddled Hiccup's chest before turning around to place her sex over his face.
"M-Mala-AHHH!" Hiccup threw his head back as Mala began mouthing at the base of his cock. As her lips started lightly sucking on one of his balls while her left hand softly massaged the other. Hiccup strained his face at feeling this incredible sensation, but then he gathered his strength and grabbed the pert cheeks of her backside so he could push his face between her legs.
On contact, her body shuddered as Hiccup began kissing all around on her labia eventually licking lightly on her lower lips. His face dipped forward a bit to where his mouth was now giving her snatch the treatment of the century; following a trail of strong kisses around her sensitive area Jack also favored her carnal opening with his tongue sliding in and licking in rotation as best he can. This caused Mala no end of pleasurable torment, her body thrashed around which made her remove her mouth from Hiccup's cock because her head tossed around in an orgasmic reflex. She didn't reach her end just yet, but she was getting embarrassingly close.
She began to grind carefully along Hiccup's tongue as he continued licking along her folds, intent on savoring the wonderful sensations that washed over her. Mala kept herself busy by now balancing herself so she could easily place her mouth at the tip of Hiccup's cock. She wasn't going to take it little by little and instead, she began lowering her mouth on it letting more of the hardened flesh slide into her mouth.
"Mmmm!" Hiccup groaned against her as Mala continued lowering her head down into his lap with his manhood sheathed deep into her mouth. The feeling of her throat enveloping his cock completely caused him to restrain himself from grinding his hips against her face, lest she choke on him. Mala began withdrawing her head a bit before sliding it back down to swallow in more of Hiccup's cock, he moaned audibly and gripped her cheeks harder so he could repay the effort she was putting in. The king dove right back in and hungrily ravished her snatch by rapidly yet accurately licking her most sensitive spots. He nibbled on her clit and occasionally sucked on it, his lips kissed all-round the area before his tongue dove past her folds to whip around inside her pussy.
"Ooohhh! H-Hiccup!" Mala withdrew her mouth from his lap to cry out.
It took only a few moments of the two tasting each other to bring them both to their ends; Mala clenched her thighs tightly around Hiccup's head with her snatch on his lips gushing in climax while Hiccup's cock started spurting ropes of seed into her mouth and down her throat. The tall blond held her head firmly in place while she swallowed what she could, moaning in delight at his taste.
Raising her head up before the remainder of his seed could flow down her throat she took one last look at the young king and made sure he was watching when her mouth opened up to show a slightly dripping pool of his seed before closing it to swallow. Hiccup, whose cock had softened after reaching his climax soon felt his cock regain some of its solidity when he witnessed the fierce woman audibly gulp down the remainder of his seed.
"Wow," was all Hiccup could say before Mala winked and turned herself around on his torso to face him. She leaned forward and cupped his face in her right hand with a look of mischief in her green eyes.
"If you found that satisfying, my dear, then I have no doubt that you will love this," she purred against his ear and moved back so she could hover her hips over his now-ready manhood that was standing attention. Reaching down to grab him, Mala gradually started pushing her hips down letting Hiccup's cock sink deep into her opening. Halfway down the middle of his shaft, she stopped when she felt her hymen touch his throbbing length, with one last look into Hiccup's eyes, she held both of his hands and dropped her hips all the way against his.
"A-AHHH!"
"Odin's beard!"
Mala bit her bottom lip and clenched her eyes tightly as a newfound pain was being felt in her center, Hiccup never let go of her hands while she trembled, adjusting to the pain. Soon her shaking stopped and she opened her eyes to look into his, with a tender smile she leaned forward to kiss his lips as she began moving her hips back and forth on his.
Hiccup let himself get lost in the intimacy of the kiss as his hands then went up to cup her backside as she amorously rocked her hips faster. His cock was sheathed all the way inside her wet, silken heat and now he was thrusting himself inside of her to increase the intensity. Mala's head tilted back in response, feeling Hiccup's length thrusting itself into her innermost depths. The feeling was deliciously pleasurable and made her whole body feel like it was on fire, in the best way.
With labored grunts of effort, Hiccup's hips continued humping upward into her silken heat while he also squeezed her ample backside in his palms. Mala's back arched, raising her upper body to where the king could clearly see her beautiful face twisted with pleasure and delight. His length repeatedly and slickly slid itself inside of her energetically while she continued riding him.
The desk they were lying on was creaking as Mala rode him, Hiccup removed one of his hands from her rear and placed it on her her right breast, gripping the supple mound through her ebony and gilded armor, an attempt to further stoke the flames of passion within her. Clearly, it worked since Mala was audibly moaning her satisfaction which also caused her to rock her hips even harder, the intensity of her movements caused the both of them to share a choked gasp while quickening their pace.
"Oohh! Oooh, H-Hiccup!" She cried out and arched her back when she felt her sex clench and convulse with Hiccup's cock all the way inside of her.
"Gods, Mala!"
Hiccup in turn yelled her name and felt his hips thrust forward rapidly several times in response to feeling the woman's sex put the squeeze on him. Soon enough, it became far too much, and with a snarl, Hiccup's cock burst, and the insides of the beautiful woman's womb with ropes of seed. Some of the King of Viking's seed began trickling out of her opening shortly after when the fierce warrior queen slumped comfortably against a panting Hiccup Haddock who soon began laughing breathlessly.
Looking up at the Viking king, Mala raised a curious eyebrow. "And what is it you find so humorous?"
"Oh, nothing, just recalling the first time we met all those years ago," Hiccup then gave Mala a teasing grin. "Bet you're glad you didn't kill me then, huh?"
Laughing, Mala moved to nuzzle her face against Hiccup's, causing him to hold her close and press a kiss against her sweaty forehead. After her laughter ceased, Mala hummed. "Thank the ancients that I didn't kill you. I confess I was overcome by emotion that clouded my judgment," she then pulled away to look into Hiccup's eyes. "You, however, not only convinced me to trust you that day, but you showed me what kind of leader you are. And as I offered you, counsel, back then, I would gladly offer you, counsel, now, not only as a friend but as one of your queens. If you wish."
Pinching her chin, Hiccup smiled and pressed his lips against Mala's, she returned his kiss and placed a hand on his firm chest and the other on his cheek. After breaking the kiss, Hiccup gave a firm nod. "I'd be honored to have you as one of my queens, Mala," he then caressed her blond, pixie hair. "Like everyone else, you'll be well treated and provided for, as will the Defenders of the Wing."
"I know,"
A/N: So, who do you want to see Hiccup pair up with next? Mulan? Belle? Rapunzel? Or Esmeralda? If you have other suggestions, leave feedback. Other than that, thanks for tuning in, and I'll see you in the next update!