A/N: Before I get started, yes, I deleted my Astrid x Eret one-shot, because when I posted it on AO3 and , I got ripped to pieces by some toxic readers. Normally, I would care less about what those types of people say, however, if I'm going to write an Astrid x Eret story in the future, I might do it where Hiccup dies in one way or another, that way these readers won't be posting trash on my feedback boards, or I might not do a story on that pairing at all and write other stories. So, there's your answer as to why I deleted that one-shot. Moving on to Womanizer, Rapunzel won the vote across the writing platforms I'm posting this story on, Mulan was a close second, she may be the next woman Hiccup hooks up with, we'll see. For this chapter, however, Rapunzel will be the next woman who pairs up with Hiccup, and she'll be one of his main women too. You can expect some Hiccunzel smutty goodness, introductions to new characters on the villain's side as well as the Viking's side, as well as Harald going behind Hiccup's back to attack Paris with those backing him. With that said, let's get to it!

(Normal pov— The Citadel)

The Samuari of the Red Dragon Order was training its warriors, despite being amongst allies, the order's leader, Shogun Kagurazaka Yunosuke, would be damned if he allowed his army to grow dull by standing idle. Shogun Kagurazaka was a mountain of a man, his bulky physic was evidence that he was anything but idle, he was one of the last surviving Daimyo of the Dawn Empire when Apollyon and her Blackstone Legion slew his former emperor and leader. Now, he and his Red Dragon Order had sworn their loyalty to Drago Bludvist and his Northern Alliance in an attempt to usurp Empress Ayu and take the throne for himself. Alone, Kagurazaka and his army failed, even with the aid of the alpha dragon he had bonded with, they failed to overthrow Ayu, her champion, and all Samurai who follow her and the Dawn Empire.

All of that would change in due time.

Kagurazaka had sworn loyalty to Drago Bludvist because he and the madman had agreed that if the Red Dragon Order aided the Northern Alliance in sweeping away the Vikings and their Scandinavian allies, they would then set their sights on Ayu and the Dawn Empire. As a man who favored honor, Kagurazaka expected his new ally to honor his word, that upon dealing with the Scandinavians who follow Hiccup Haddock, their combined forces will attack the Dawn Empire.

"Lord Yunosuke, you wanted to see us?"

Turning around, the hulking Shogun grunted in confirmation as his Daimyo approached him, his warlords, and his most trusted allies. "I did. You have been summoned because I wish for you to speak with Drago and have his man Ahimoth instruct those among us who are bold enough to become... Dragon Flyers," looking upon his troopers who moved fluidly like a river while training, Kagurazaka continued. "When the time comes for us to return to the Myre and dethrone Ayu, I want my army to have every possible advantage."

Mino Nobuyoshi, Kensei of the Red Dragon Order bowed his head. "Consider it done, Lord Yunosuke," he then tilted his head while inquiring. "How many of our warriors do you wish to know how to fly dragons?"

"For the moment, I will settle with one hundred. Those who master the ways of flying dragons will train the rest of our warriors until we have an army of air troops,"

Yajima Ko, Nobushi of the Red Dragon Order slightly lifted her crimson straw hat so that she could look her master in the eyes. "What kind of dragons do you wish for our troops to fly?"

"I wish for whatever is at our disposal. So long as our troops have an edge against the Dawn Empire's troops, it matters not to me,"

Nagaoka Kanon, Orochi of the Red Dragon Order rested her hands on the hilt of her blade, she then voiced what was a logical argument. "Drago Bludvist may not wish for our people to fly dragons. What are we to do if he denies our request to have the leader of his Dragon Flyers train one hundred of our own how to fly dragons?"

"It is not a request. True, we may be the largest piece in Drago's arsenal at the moment, however, we are Samurai. And one of us can best one hundred who are foolish enough to oppose us. If Drago denies us, we withdraw our support in his campaign against this... Hiccup Haddock and his army of curs and dogs."

Koga Shoda, Shugoki of the Red Dragon Order bowed his head and spoke firmly. "It will be done, Lord Yunosuke,"

Grunting, Shogun Kagurazaka gave his Daimyo a dismissive wave, they bowed their heads before taking their leave, leaving the hulking Shogun alone. Yes, he had a sizeable army, a formidable armada, and a dragon alpha under his command, however, the cultures Drago currently had under his command outnumbered him and his Samurai. If the Red Dragon Order is forced to defend its honor from Drago and his allies, Kagurazaka would not hesitate to give the command to fight to the death.

Only a fool would dare tarnish the honor of both himself and his army. For Drago Bludvist's sake, Kagurazaka hoped that his new ally was not a fool.

(Frankia— Paris)

Mulan didn't believe that the Vikings were worthy of her allegiance, however, Hiccup Haddock was a man worth following and worthy of loyalty. While in the ranks of the Northern Alliance, many spoke of how the Vikings were weak and how they were no better than insects that deserved to be crushed underfoot. But after a year with the Scandinavian migrants, all Mulan could see were people who had a right to exist in a hostile world that would see them all killed.

And she would fight for the Scandinavian people in any way that she could.

As a mercenary under Hiccup's employ, Mulan had taught the king's Shadow Walkers the art of assassination and further honing the fighting prowess of both male and female fighters in Hiccup's ranks, Viking or otherwise. When she wasn't training Scandinavians, Mulan took the time to see how Hiccup and his people bonded with dragons, she even allowed Fishlegs, who was Keeper of Dragon Knowledge to add Mushu in a new section of the ever-growing tome-- The Book of Dragons. Mulan told Fishlegs of Asainic dragons, the species she's personally encountered, and what class of dragons they are. Naturally, the lumbering Viking was giddy about this knowledge and wrote away as well as illustrating what the dragons looked like in his mind's eye, and Mulan would correct the images if they were in need of revision.

Now, the Chinese warrior found herself in the company of an English shepherd, an African warrior as well as a farmer, a Frankish bookworm, as well as the king's mother and young cousin, pretending to sell furs. The group was crossing a bridge that was full of traders and merchants from far and wide here to conduct business in Paris.

"Adelaide, stay close,"

Valka said firmly to her niece, the only reason the young Jorgenson was with them was that she expressed her desire to get out of the war camp and be an extra pair of eyes. Despite being on the younger side, Adelaide was trained in how to fight and was in the process of becoming part of the Dragon Riders' Auxiliary. Irmgard, matriarch of House Jorgenson begged her daughter to behave herself while on this task, Adelaide reassured both her mother and aunt that they had no reason to worry about her getting into trouble.

"Move along!"

Frankish soldiers urged the visitors while the group sent by Hiccup got closer to the main gates. Belle took deep breaths to calm her racing nerves, she had been to Paris many times, however, now she was acting as a spy on behalf of the Viking king.

"You there, halt!"

Bringing their wagon to a stop, Valka gave the soldier a curious look before they spoke in a demanding tone. "State your business here,"

"My companions and I are here to sell furs," gesturing to the furs kept in the back of their wagon, Valka continued. "We were hoping to see a good portion of our wares to the people of Paris by day's end—"

"None in Paris may take a liking to your fur," the soldiers snorted arrogantly. "We are not like those savage Vikings. We are people of culture."

Adelaide, who had a tomahawk to her side reached for it, Valka, however, gripped her niece's arm firmly, silently telling her to behave herself. "Perhaps, perhaps not. I'm told your new emperor and his sister are descendants of those... "savage Vikings," unless I misheard that fact." The soldiers glared at Valka and turned to his fellow soldiers as they searched the wagon for anything suspicious while eyeing Mulan, Jack, Bayana, and Belle.

Grunting softly, the soldier looked up at Valka and gave her a firm nod. "You and your companions can go about your business. Move along,"

Nodding, Valka urged the horses pulling the wagon to move forward, and her companions were right by her side as they entered Paris. Turning to Belle, the elder Haddock spoke firmly. "Where is the square where the merchants sell their wares?"

"Not far, follow the linen merchants there,"

Eventually, the group found themselves in a huge square in the city, citizens were strolling along, church bells were ringing, soldiers were patrolling the streets, and gypsies could be seen rehearsing for an upcoming show. While helping to offload the furs, Mulan spotted two men who were clearly Viking and they were having words who appeared to be a Frankish duke.

"Mulan? What's wrong?"

Turning to Valka, the Chinese warrior pointed to the men she laid eyes on. Following where she was pointing, the elder Haddock gasped and murmured to herself. "Savage and Hauk Blood-Stained,"

"Who?" Jack spoke up. Valka pointed to the two Deviants, the young Overland spotted them and recognized them. "Those are the men Heahmund made a deal with back in England. What're they doing here?"

"What do you think? They're disgraced warriors and here to offer their services to those who can pay a handsome price," Adaline stated while eyeing Savage and Hauk. "Traitors. We should kill them."

"With all due respect, we cannot risk being cast into prison," Bayana said to the king's cousin, humbly. "If we kill those men, our chances of survival are not in our favor."

"Bayana speaks truth, we can't risk a skirmish," Belle said. "We stick to the plan and gather the information that Hiccup seeks. Luckily for us, I am well aware of all the city's defenses and weapons here in Paris. I can get to work on illustrating the weapons and defenses we will be facing and how to beat them."

Nodding, Valka looked back in the direction of the two Deviants, only to find them and the Frankish duke they were meeting with walking in the direction of the palace. "If Savage's band of criminals wish to fight for the Franks, Hiccup will need to know what's coming," Valka turned to her niece and raised an eyebrow. "Did you bring a Terrible Terror?" Nodding, the young Jorgenson reached for a satchel around her torso, pulling out a dark blue Terror who squirmed in her hands. Valka got to work on writing a message to her son and then attached it to the dragon. Once the Terror was released, the elder Haddock shrugged. "We'll stay only as long as we have to, so let's make our time here count."

"What do you want us to do?" Bayana inquired.

Turning to Mulan, the elder Haddock gave the Chinese warrior an expected look. "Take Belle and have her give you a tour of the city. Find the enemy defenses and weapons and have our intelligent friend here tell you how to deal with them," Valka then addressed the rest of the group. "The rest of you stay with me, remember, we're fur traders, not spies on behalf of the Viking army." Nodding, Mulan took Belle by the hand and had her lead the way while everyone else set up shop within the square.

Valka looked back in the direction of the palace and pursed her lips, from what she witnessed back in England, Savage, and his man, Hauk Blood-Stained are not the most challenging of opponents, however, they possess knowledge, and such a weapon can be just as deadly as any sword. If her son had any chance of laying a successful siege on Paris, Savage needed to die, the knowledge he possessed could very well be the undoing of the Vikings outside the doorstep of Paris.

Duke Otton led Savage and Hauk Blood-Stained into the palace, the young duke could see that his emperor and princess were having words with Claude Frollo, undoubtedly the old man was here expressing his concerns about the gypsies and that they could very well lead the people of Paris astray from their connection to God with their heathen ways.

"My emperor, please, I must insist, spare the souls of Paris from ungodly ways and cast the gypsy infidels out of Paris—"

"Frollo, the gypsies are of no harm to me or my people. They have done nothing but bring laughter and entertainment to our citizens in these dark times. Those who abide by laws will be protected, and if I hear you attempt to undermine the protection I give to all within these walls in any way, I will have you thrown into the Iron Maiden and have your execution displayed for all to witness," speaking in a cool tone, the emperor added, "and I will be the one who strikes you from this world."

Biting down on his tongue, Frollo kept the curses and malicious words he had for the Boy Emperor. He was nothing but an impulsive child who knew nothing of the true dangers that the gypsies represented, and if they were left unchecked, they could very well be what drives Paris into physical and spiritual destruction. Instead of unleashing his passions, Frollo bowed his head in understanding.

"You are dismissed, Frollo," Princess Dotta said firmly. "My brother and I will summon you when we have need of you."

"Yes... Princess Dotta," turning to his emperor, Frollow bowed his head once more. "Emperor Gudleif." He then took his leave, all the while, his blood was boiling because his rulers couldn't see the great threat the gypsies posed to Paris and the fact they were dealing with vile heathens. However, Frollo kept the vile words he wanted to spew to himself, in time, the emperor would make a mistake, and that mistake would lead to his rightful demise. And that fact made Frollo grin to himself.

Once Claude Frollo was out of the palace, Duke Otton bowed his head in greetings. "My emperor. Princess Dotta. I bring forth Chieftain Savage and his right hand, Hauk Blood-Stained, leaders of The Deviants, a tribe of Vikings that have been outlawed from Scandinavian society."

"Skogarmaors," Princess Dotta sneered. "They're criminals, murderers, and oath-breakers. Why should we conduct business with these leeches?"

Chuckling darkly, Savage stepped forward. "Because these "leeches" have personal knowledge of Hiccup Haddock and many of those who follow him," the man then raised an eyebrow. "Do you know how to deal with the enemy at your gates?" Both Gudleif and Dotta said nothing, causing Savage to grin smugly. "I thought not. Like it or not, having me and my men in your service could save your pretty city."

Narrowing his eyes, Gudleif reclined back in his throne. "And what is it that you want in return for your services?"

"Ten thousand pounds weight of gold and silver," Savage replied firmly. "From what I'm told, Paris holds great wealth, and under your late father's rule, he has swollen Paris' coffers to the point of overflowing. That is my price for doing business with you," he then shrugged. "Refuse my offer, and you will soon be at the mercy of those your people and father have wronged. I'm told he and the old fool you dismissed not long ago ordered a massacre of Viking settlers who sought good farming land and that you had Folkwin Haraldson assassinated in his sleep. These are serious crimes in the eyes of the Viking people, they will descend on this city with fury and vengeance. But with my help, I'm confident those who have cast my people out will taste only defeat and failure, but only if we work together."

"Your price is high, Chieftain Savage," Gudleif spoke lowly.

"With respect emperor, war is an expensive business," Hauk shrugged. "But in the end, you will be rid of the Vikings, should you accept our help that is."

Dotta turned to Otton and raised an eyebrow. "These are the men you had met in the alehouse?"

"They approached me, princess," Otton confirmed. "With respect, I believe the knowledge they possess will be of great use when the Vikings conduct their siege on our beloved capital city."

Looking at her brother, Dotta asked softly. "What do you say?"

Growling softly, Gudleif shook his head while exhaling. "I do not want to be taken advantage of by these criminals, however, the fact that they know the enemy we face cannot be overlooked," rising from his throne, the Boy Emperor approached Savage and Hauk Blood-Stained, his stern face soon relaxed as he offered the men fake smiles. "We have an accord, Chieftain Savage," he then extended his hand out for the Viking.

"Agreed," Savage took his benefactor's hand and shook it firmly. "With your permission, I request that my men be brought into your city so that we may be at your service without delay."

Nodding, Gudleif turned to Otton. "Inform the men that Chieftain Savage and his man will be bringing in the remainder of his men within our walls. They are not to be harmed and are to be treated as our esteemed guests," Otton bowed his head in understanding. Turning back to Savage, the Boy Emperor gave him a dismissive wave. "Gather your men and bring them within these walls. Otton will find a place for you all to settle for the time being." With that said, Otton led Savage and Hauk outside the palace, leaving Gudleif alone with his sister.

"The moment the Vikings outside our walls are dealt with, Savage and his band of criminals will not receive any gold or silver in our coffers. Instead, they will have nothing by crossbow bolts in their chests."

Smirking at her brother's words, Dotta spoke sweetly. "You mirror my thoughts, brother,"

Prince Heahmund was awoken by something wet soaking his face, he groaned as he was more aware of what was soaking his face until he then cried out in disgust. He retched violently and turned his face away as a Viking was pissing on him.

"Open your mouth, Christian! You must be thirsty," the Viking laughed mockingly while continuing to humiliate him in this manner. "Come, drink! Savor this golden tribute!"

Nearby Vikings and Scandinavians laughed at the sight, while Heahmund did nothing but turn his head away and groan loudly in disgust. He spat whatever soaked his lips and then glared heatedly at the Viking when they stuffed their cock back in their pants.

"Enough!"

All the Scandinavians nearby bowed their heads when Hiccup, Snotlout, and a dozen Kingsguard approached the pole where Heahmund was chained to. After dismissing the crowd, Hiccup nodded at one of his guards, he watched as they poured a bucket full of water all over Heahmund, cleansing him of the unpleasant shower he had just received. Sputtering and coughing violently, Heahmund panted when Hiccup took a plate of food and a mug of ale from one of his guard's hands and placed them at Heahmund's feet. The prince of the Roman Catholic Church snatched the plate of food off the ground and ate, his hunger finally being satiated.

"W-Why... not just kill me?"

Snorting at the prince, Snotlout quipped back. "Don't tempt me, Christian," cracking his knuckles, he grinned darkly. "If you want to die, that can be arranged—"

"But not today, cousin," Hiccup said firmly, placing a hand on Snotlout's shoulder. The king then tilted his head when the Catholic prince eyed him with disgust. "Clearly you have something you want to say. Go ahead, speak your peace."

After swallowing a mouthful of food, Heahmund spat at Hiccup's feet, or rather, foot. "You and your followers are vile heathens. The things I have witnessed while being forced to suffer you all for the past year have been maddening," he then glared at the king. "But none in this camp disgust me more than you."

"Really?" Hiccup raised an eyebrow. "And why is that? I've treated you well while many of my people wish to see you killed in a multitude of... creative ways. Why do you hate me when I've shown you dignity and hospitality?"

"Your life of heinous sin and licentiousness is what disgusts me," Heahmund then scoffed. "A dog is treated better than how I've been treated. I only pray that God will set me free from the clutches of you heathens!"

Barking out a laugh, Snotlout extended his arms out. "Yeah? Well, look around, Christian. Your god isn't here," he then grinned. "And you're not getting out of here unless we decide."

"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me," Heahmund murmured to himself while taking hold of his gilded crucifix necklace. Looking up at the Viking king, the princess sneered at his lips. "May you and your heathens die a most gruesome death and may the Viking scourge finally end here in Frankia."

Snorting, Hiccup walked away, his Kingsguard by his side. Snotlout, however, stayed behind for but a moment, smiling deviously at the Catholic prince. "Keep praying, prince," he then landed a sharp kick to the man's face, breaking his nose. Groaning in pain, Heahmund clutched his now heavily bleeding nose and looked up at Snotlout with tear-stained eyes. "Oh, and don't count on our defeat here. We Vikings are difficult to kill when we're properly motivated." Kicking up dust into the prince's plate of food, Snotlout soon joined Hiccup and his Kingsguard as they went to say farewell to Valka and those who would be accompanying her within the walls of Paris.

Looking up into the heavens, Heahmund sobbed quietly. "Deliver me, oh Lord, from thy enemies!"

Snotlout, who looked over his shoulder at the sobbing prince rolled his eyes before nudging Hiccup. "I probably shouldn't ask—"

"Then don't,"

Glaring at his cousin, Snotlout continued, "Why keep that Christian prince alive? I get it, he can be of great use to us in more ways than one, but why keep him alive when he serves no purpose here?"

Coming to a stop, Hiccup satisfied his cousin's curiosity. "That man holds the knowledge of Rome, the heart of Catholic Christendom. Should I want to rip the heart of our enemy's faith out, Heahmund will provide me with that knowledge. If not, then you have permission to do with him what you wish," he then raised an eyebrow at Snotlout. "Does that answer your question?" When he nodded, Hiccup smiled and patted his back. "Relax, Snotlout. Heahmund will be of use soon enough, for now, he lives only because I allow it. However, if he becomes too troublesome, you can personally deal with him in whatever manner you choose."

"Sounds good to me," Snotlout smirked.

A Terrible Terror suddenly grabbed the two men's attention. Once the dragon landed on Hiccup's shoulder, the king removed the message attached to the dragon and began to read the message. Inhaling sharply, Hiccup handed the message to Snotlout before turning to his guards. "Summon the warlords and jarls, I wish to speak with them," the Kingsguard nodded and dispersed to fetch Hiccup's allies and companions. "If what my mother said is true, then this will complicate our siege."

"So what if Savage and his men are involved? We'll finally be rid of that turd once and for all if the siege goes according to plan,"

"That's just it, Snotlout, we may have to change our plans," Hiccup sighed. "Savage knows us. And he'll be anticipating us to attack Paris in a certain way. If he offers his services to the Boy Emperor, then we're all in trouble."

Shrugging, Snotlout gave his cousin a curious look. "Okay, so what do you want to do?"

"We'll need to attack sooner than expected," Hiccup replied while walking to his war tent.

Eret, Son of Eret was no stranger to danger, the man had worked for one of the most dangerous men on earth. But the danger he now faced was dealing with foreign men accompanying merchants and traders who sought to have their wares and merchandise protected from those who would attempt to rob them.

"Watch it, lads! These blokes aren't messing around!"

Whirling his sword, Eret brought his blade down on one of his opponents who raised their own blade to stop Eret's own blade from parting their flesh. Drawing his dagger, Eret drove it into his opponent's gut, causing them to release a choked gasp. After removing his dagger from his opponent's belly, Eret kicked them in the chest and let them bleed to death before moving on to find the ship's captain. Teeny, Ug, and Nico joined Eret while the rest of the Sami, Inuit, and Northuldran fighters were dealing with the remaining fighters who were hired to defend the cargo on board this trading ship.

As they entered the ship's lower decks, Eret and his boys came across countless crates that were secured. Curious, Nico cracked one of the crates open and cupped a handful of grain. "I think this ship was ferrying food to the people of Paris," he then showed his companions the handful of grain in his hand. "Preparing to starve us out, by the look of it." Teeny and Ug cracked open several more crates and found the exact same thing Nico found.

"This is quality grain, Eret," Teeny stated.

Grunting in agreement, Ug shrugged. "Probably a gift from one of their Christian allies,"

Before Eret could reply, a man in gleaming gilded armor emerged out of nowhere and swung at Eret's neck, but to his surprise, he stumbled back with a gasp. Lifting his sword and dagger, the former Dragon Trappers laid eyes on a man who matched Eret's physic, muscular yet lean. He wore gilded armor, a violet tunic underneath his armor, he wore a gilded helmet that was crested with violet plumes and it bore a face plate that obscured his face and served as a means of intimidation.

"Peripsima pirata!"

With that said, this man swung his blade once more at Eret, however, Teeny raised his shield to halt the blade from striking Eret. Snarling, the armored warrior kicked Teeny back, but he was then tackled by Ug who then began to strike the armored warrior repeatedly in the face. Nico quickly disarmed the armored warrior before they could attack or kill Ug. Subdued, Eret got to his feet and had his friends disarm him entirely before getting him up on his feet. Once he was secured, Eret lifted his blade at the armored warrior's face plate and then used it to lift it up, revealing the warrior's face. This man was handsome, he bore brown eyes and no facial hair, and he noted the man had dark brown hair, judging from his pointy sideburns.

"Who are you?" Eret questioned firmly. When the man said nothing, Eret approached and ripped his helmet off of his head, revealing the man's face entirely. "Do you understand what I'm saying?" Eret asked.

Scoffing, the man repeated what he spoke earlier. "Peripsima pirata!" He then spat on Eret's boots, causing Teeny and Ug to hold him more firmly.

Taking note of his opulent armor, Eret picked up the man's helmet and inspected it before he was struck with realization. "He's a Roman," he then eyed the man with a smile. "Aren't you?" When the Roman said nothing, Eret nodded before looking at his friends. "We need to get back to Hiccup and tell him what we've discovered."

"What about him?"

Eret turned back to the struggling Roman and then bashed the butt of his dagger against his temple, knocking the Roman out cold. Turning back to Nico, Eret winked. "There. He won't be any trouble for a while," he then urged his companions to follow him. "Now, let's get back to camp."

As dusk fell upon the Viking's war camp, Rapunzel yelped as she raised her shield to defend herself from wooden swords crashing down on her. Her brow glistened with sweat, as did her whole body as she and Belle had been training with Queen Fiona and Queen Mala, all the while, the young Scandinavian women who sought to be warriors watched as both the lost princess of Corona and her new bookworm friend were being hammered into submission by both of Hiccup's Fair Queens. While protecting herself from Fiona's powerful strikes, Rapunzel's hair came to life, like tendrils from a deep sea monster, trying to wrap Fiona in a redistricting grip. Easily evading the tendrils of golden locks, Fiona, who was wielding a wooden staff swept Rapunzel's feet out from under her, causing the lost princess to cry out in surprise and land to the ground with a grunt.

"You're dead," Fiona pointed her staff at the lost princess. "Your abilities are impressive, but you can't rely solely on that. You need to build physical strength."

Groaning, Rapunzel got up from the ground and shook her head. "I'm not a fighter, I've never done anything like this before—"

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it," Fiona winked before turning to Mala who was battering Belle, who had just returned back from Paris with Valka and those who accompanied her.

"Keep your shield high, Belle!"

The bookworm grunted in the effort as she kept the shield up while Mala used wooden swords to bring her to her knees. "The battle comes from all sides, if you cannot defend yourself, then you will fall from this world," easily disarming her, Mala landed a stern kick into Belle's chest, sending the bookworm tumbling to the ground. While pointing one of her wooden blades at the fallen woman's face, Mala drove one into the ground and extended a hand. "Again. You must defend yourself, or else you will not survive in a fight for your life." As Belle took her hand and was lifted to her feet, the two Fair Queens bowed their heads as Queen Astrid approached with baby Nuffink in her arms and accompanied by two Queensguard.

"Reading and having knowledge is one thing, but fighting is another thing entirely," Astrid said as Belle bowed her head. "If you're going to be of use to my husband, Hiccup, and our people, you'll need to learn how to defend yourself and how to fight when the need arises."

"Yes, Queen Astrid," Belle said in understanding.

Horns sounded, grabbing the attention of the women, they could see their Sami and indigenous allies returning while carrying crates full of grain into the camp. Eret gave orders to deliver the grain to Olaf Beigrøs and his wife, Grünhild, as well as those who are bakers of bread, knowing that they would put this to good use. Spotting Astrid approaching him, Eret bowed his head in greetings, but Astrid dismissed the formalities.

"Eret, I see you brought back quite a hull," Astrid then noted the gilded Roman helmet tucked under one of his arms. "What's that?"

Handing his queen the helmet, Eret turned to his men who were dragging the Roman soldier they found. "He caught us off guard below the deck of the grain ship we took today. I guess he was the ship's captain. His men weren't wearing such glamorous armor as he was, but his armor tells me that he's a Roman from Constantinople,"

"Constanti-what?"

Chuckling, Eret clarified himself. "Constantinople. It was part of the Roman Empire during the time of the ancients. Back then, the Roman Empire had to divide its territories just to survive, Constantinople became the Eastern Roman Empire, while Rome itself because the Western Roman Empire," shrugging, Eret blew a raspberry. "I guess the Roman Empire isn't as dead as people thought it was."

"So, wait, if Paris is allied with Constantinople, why haven't they sent soldiers to aid them?"

Shrugging, Eret guessed out loud. "Maybe this was a courtesy between friends or maybe a gesture of goodwill out of respect. Beats me," he then continued. "I remember back when I was still loyal to Drago that he was looking for a Roman legion that had failed to assassinate Constantinople's emperor, Publius Lartius Valens because he sought to carve the Roman people into his own image— one of opulence, pleasure, frivolity, and prosperity. He no longer wishes for his people to be the conquerors their ancestors once were. Not all of Constantinople's people agreed with this vision and one of the emperor's best armies tried to kill the emperor because his visions of the future would weaken the Roman people."

Handing the helmet back to Eret, Astrid hummed in understanding. "So, there's a hostile army roaming Midgard and one that could further strengthen Drago's Northern Alliance," shaking her head, Astrid looked down at her now sleeping son, Nuffink, because looking back up at Eret. "We need to find Hiccup and tell him of this news." Turning to Fiona, the Queen of Vikings barked out. "Fiona! Go and find Hiccup, now!" The redhead nodded and ran off to find her king and lover.

Looking down at the Roman Eret and his men captured, Astrid looked back at her friend and gave him a nod. "Keep him where we're keeping Heahmund. We'll see what he knows if he's willing to cooperate," Eret nodded and urged his men to follow him as he led them to the pole where Heahmund was secured.

Sighing heavily, Astrid shook her head. "Great, now we have to worry about people that are supposed to be long dead. What's next?"

Gobber was pounding away in the makeshift smithy that had been established for him. As Royal Blacksmith, he was in command of all the Scandinavian blacksmiths and they would forge weapons, armor, tools, and everything they would need in battle or everyday living. At the moment, the old Hooligan blacksmith was at work making a final batch of Gronckle Iron weapons for the Sami, Inuit, and Northuldran people among the Vikings, by order of Hiccup.

"Still working on those weapons, love?"

Looking up from his work, Gobber smiled at his lover, Sigfus Asbjornsson, a Dane. He too was a blacksmith, a good one too, he was the best blacksmith the Danes had to offer, second only to the Royal Blacksmith. The man possessed a dirty bulk physic, he had short, spiky dark red hair, and a well-groomed beard, along with beautiful blue eyes. He bore pale skin which was marred with burn marks from countless hours in a smithy, as well as scars from battle, along with tattoos along his forearms.

"Aye. Even though the lot among us prefer using tribal weapons made of bones or whatever else they use, Hiccup wants these weapons to be in the hands of his people," ceasing his hammer strikes for a moment, Gobber looked up at Sigfus and gave him a curious smile. "Can I help you?"

Shaking his head, Sigfus approached his lover and offered him a water skin. "Our people aren't going anywhere, Gobber, drink," accepting the gift of water, the Royal Blacksmith drank, quenching the thirst he had built up. "You work too hard—"

"I do the bidding of our king, Sigfus," Gobber lowered the water skin away from his mouth and placed it on a nearby workbench. "If Hiccup wants our people armed and ready, then it's my job to arm our people."

Chuckling softly, Sigfus took Gobber's right hand, squeezing it. "You stand as Brokkr, god of blacksmithing, you have forged fine weapons for our people to wield when the time for battle arrives," returning his lover's squeeze, Gobber smiled at the Dane before giving him a playful scowl.

"I appreciate the praise, however, Brokkr is a dwarf, and I'm no dwarf, as you can clearly see,"

"Clearly,"

The two men came together for a kiss, both of them content in finding comfort in each other's arms and presence. And despite having the ability to have families of their own, they found no attraction in women nor the desire to breed with a woman and produce heirs that may not live long.

"Gobber!"

Breaking the kiss with his lover, the Royal Blacksmith could see Hiccup and Snotlout along with a dozen Kingsguard approaching them. Both blacksmiths bowed their heads in greetings to their king and his cousin.

"Evening lads, how can I be of service?"

Taking the current sword Gobber had been working on, Hiccup inspected the keen edge and hummed in satisfaction before turning to his old mentor and his lover. "You two have been busy. This is the last of the weapons our people need for the impending siege on Paris?"

"Aye, King Hiccup, we blacksmiths have been helping Gobber arm all of our people," Sigfus confirmed. "We will all be well armed by the time to lay siege on the enemy's precious capital arrives."

"Oh, I can't wait for some action!" Snotlout grinned. "These minor raids and skirmishes we lay on the enemy villages and towns aren't good enough anymore."

"All in good time, Snotlout," Viggo Grimborn, who approached with Robin and his daughter Alina by his side. "First things first..."

"...we need to weaken the new emperor's circle of advisors and army leaders, yes," Hiccup grunted in agreement.

"Which will take time, and the longer we remain here, we're at risk from the Franks attacking us in our sleep," Alina pointed out.

Snorting, Snotlout rebuked the young Grimborn. "Let them come, we'll soak the earth with their blood and have our dragons reduce them to ashes,"

"Do you trust that Aud and Toka can find us a way inside the city without knocking on the front door?"

Turning to Robin, the king nodded. "I insisted on coming with them, however, the Fairhair princess respectfully insisted that I remain here in the war camp while she and her group of warriors would attempt to sneak into Paris through the catacombs beneath the city," shrugging, Hiccup added, "I trust that the gods will be with them, after all, we've offered the proper sacrifices needed to ensure our success here."

"Hiccup!"

The king turned around to see Fiona approaching. After sharing a hug and kiss with the redhead, Hiccup tilted his head, curious as to why she was breathless. "Fiona, take a breath. What's going on?"

After regaining her breath, Fiona urged him to follow her. "Eret and his men have returned with crates full of grain and someone you'll want to meet," noting the urgency in her tone, Hiccup silently told her to lead the way.

"So, you're telling me that the Roman Empire is still alive and well and that a vast army of Roman conspirators is out in the world and could very well set its sights on us or worse, ally themselves with Drago and the Northern Alliance?"

With his lips pursed, Eret smacked his lips before nodding. "Pretty much, yeah,"

Scoffing, Hiccup looked down at the Roman prisoner who was now being chained behind Heahmund. "Great, that's just great," he then looked to his wife who was now by his side. "If this Roman army is allowed to ally themselves with that madman, his numbers will only grow..."

"...but that's a concern for another time, babe," Astrid reassured. "Right now, we need to worry about taking Paris and establishing allies here who will secure Frankia for our own empire."

"Your wife speaks wisely, King Hiccup,"

Turning to see Big-Boobied Bertha and all his other warlords and jarls approaching, Hiccup urged them to follow him as they gathered in the war tent. Once they were all gathered, the king turned to his mother before giving her the go-ahead to speak.

"While scouting the enemy's weapons and defenses earlier today, Mulan spotted Savage and Hauk Blood-Stained speaking with one of the Boy Emperor's dukes,"

"Savage is here?" Alvin spoke with gritted teeth. "You're sure of this?"

"Yes. I saw him with my own eyes," Valka confirmed with a nod of her head.

Growling, Alvin turned to Hiccup. "If that oath-breaker is in league with our enemies, this will complicate our siege,"

"Precisely why I propose we attack at the earliest opportunity," Hiccup's words caused his allies and followers to murmur amongst themselves, confusion taking over them.

"I thought you wanted us to come up with a well-thought, sound plan," Mogadon the Meathead said. "Savage's presence changes nothing--"

"It changes everything," Hiccup rebuked. "Savage knows us, he knows how we prefer to attack, and that knowledge is by now in the hands of our enemies. Which is why we'll need a different way to lay siege to Paris."

"And what do you suggest, King Hiccup?" Harald Haraldson inquired while crossing his arms across his chest and narrowing his eyes at the man he wanted to overthrow.

Looking at his rival, Hiccup voiced his plan for all to hear.

As the sun was setting, Aud and her scouting party returned to the war camp, the princess of the Fairhair dynasty was seething, they had been ambushed by veteran soldiers who had fought in foreign wars or for the sake of preserving the Christian faith against other faiths that threatened their own.

These elite soldiers knew that they would be scouting the city defenses; if they knew that would be scouting, it was because someone had told them.

Someone inside this camp.

Approaching a nearby Kingsguard who served to protect Hiccup, the fuming princess spoke up. "Where is King Hiccup?" They then pointed to the war tent. Nodding, the Fairhair princess made her way in that direction. Once reaching the tent, Aud entered, finding Hiccup, her brother, Harald, and many more of the Viking warlords and Scandinavian leaders gathered around the table with the maps and charts of Paris, discussing a new plan of laying siege to the Frankish capital.

Looking up to see the fuming princess, Hiccup spoke up. "Aud," all eyes looked upon Aud, who was covered in blood, grime, and filth. The seething woman approached another table where refreshments awaited her. As she prepared herself a drink, Hiccup approached her, curious as to why she was a fuming mess. "Aud, what happened out there?"

While pouring a cup of mead, Aud satisfied the young king's curiosity. "We were ambushed," after taking a gulp, she growled. "They knew we would be in the catacombs looking for a way into Paris."

"More likely you encountered a rearguard," Harald shrugged while laughing.

Scolding her brother, Aud spoke with gritted teeth. "These were not guards, Harald, they were part of the Paris Inquisition, they are veteran soldiers who have all fought in holy wars on behalf of Christendom," shaking her head, the princess poured herself another serving of ale. "Toka and I lost many good men trying to find a way into Paris. We barely managed to flee those catacombs."

"I think you're exaggerating," Harald said mockingly.

Slamming her mug down, Aud turned sharply to Harald, glaring murderously at him. "Am I, brother?" Gesturing outside the tent, she then snarled out. "Let's go back to the catacombs and ask the men I lost, and let's see what they think," Harald snarled and sized his sister up. The Fairhair siblings shared a look Hiccup knew very well; it often preceded bloodshed.

He watched them for a tense moment and then raised her voice to say, "Enough!" Standing between the two siblings, Hiccup pushed Harald back, glaring heatedly at the Fairhair prince, silently telling him to stop or he would make him stop. Harald scoffed softly and the tension in his body vanished. Turning to face Aud, he then asked what everyone was thinking. "Were you and Toka able to find us a way into Paris?"

"No. We did not! As I said, we barely escaped those catacombs with our lives!" She seethed before minding her tone in front of her king, she added softly. "All we learned is that the Franks have secured weak points and are prepared for us at every turn."

Viking war horns suddenly sounded, putting an abrupt end to the conversation between the king and the Fairhair siblings. Quickly making his way outside, Hiccup could see his people and the dragons at the ready; warriors were quickly arming themselves while the dragons awaited the command of their king to attack, should Toothless give such an order. As the King of Dragons ran alongside the King of Vikings, both alpha males made their way to the front of their war camp where a handful of Frankish soldiers were on horseback. Only one of these soldiers approached, with a standard in hand before planting it in the soil beneath them, they then urged their horse to withdraw while the Frankish soldiers withdrew from the Scandinavian war camp.

With the rest of his fellow riders by his side, Tuffnut was the first to speak up after eyeing the standard a few yards from their camp. "What is that?" He wondered out loud.

"It's a banner, stupid!" Ruffnut scolded.

"I know that, Ruffnut!" Tuffnut glared before pointing to the emblem on the banner. "What is that?"

"It's the emperor's banner, Tuff," Fishlegs deadpanned.

Hiccup snorted softly before speaking out loud. "It's more than that..." as his fellow riders turned in his direction, the king looked back at the banner while nodding, "...it's a dare. They want us to get reckless and attack blindly."

"Well, they don't know who they're playing with," Astrid tsked with a smirk.

Grunting in agreement, Snotlout cracked his knuckles. "I don't mean to state the obvious here, but we have dragons. Ergo, we fly over their walls and open the gates from within—"

"We need to be smart on how we breach the city, Snotlout," Hiccup said firmly, turning to his cousin, he then nodded in agreement. "Yes, we very well could do that, however, we'll need someone with intimate knowledge of Paris so that we know where to reach the front gate and navigate through the city without being detected by the Franks. And that's going to take so more planning." The king then barked out to the sentries keeping watch. "Double our sentries for the remainder of the day, should any Frank set foot in this camp with the intent of murder or assassination, kill them where they stand!"

"Yes, King Hiccup!"

Patting Toothless' head, Hiccup then looked in the direction of Paris, the city was the beating heart of Frankia, if they took the city, the resistance the Franks would put up would cease. Before that day would come, however, he needed to come up with a perfect plan that would ensure their victory.

As everyone began to disperse, Hiccup spotted Rapunzel making her way to the tent that she had been provided with. He then decided to have words with her before he himself retired for the evening. Sliding off of Toothless, the king gave his dragon a momentary farewell and approached Rapunzel's tent. Knocking on the thick tent flaps, Hiccup spoke up. "Rapunzel? It's me, Hiccup. May I come in?" When she gave him permission to enter, the king saw her flushed and sweaty, undoubtedly from her training. "I trust that those training you weren't too hard on you?"

"Their lessons taught me that if I'm going to be with you, I can't be weak," running a hand through her braided hair, Rapunzel shook her head. "I'm not... warrior material—"

"No, you aren't," Hiccup quickly continued while Rapunzel frowned. "However, in time, you'll be strong and capable of fighting when the need arises. Of that, I have no doubt." His reassuring words caused Rapunzel to smile while tucking in a strand of hair behind her ear.

"T-Thank you,"

Smiling, Hiccup could tell she was probably embarrassed that she was hot and sweaty and in dire need of a bath. He then made a gesture for her to follow him, once outside, the king summoned several of his Kingsguard to bring bathing supplies and to follow him and Rapunzel as they made their way outside the war camp and towards a nearby river that was deep enough to bathe in. While walking, Hiccup and Rapunzel spoke of their various hobbies, passions, and what they enjoyed doing in their spare time.

"You enjoy art?"

"Very much," Rapunzel beamed. "I would paint all along the walls where Gothel kept me hidden from the rest of the world, and I would make my own paint too."

"I consider myself an artist myself, albeit not as passionate as you, but I can sketch and apply that in my cartography."

Rapunzel tilted her head. "You work with maps?"

"I've made my own, it starts from the lands from which I hail, and ever since we Scandinavians and dragons left our lands, that map of mine has only grown bigger," chuckling softly, Hiccup shrugged. "Maybe I'll map out the whole world."

"I would love to see what else the world has to offer," Rapunzel hummed excitedly.

"And I would be happy to show you the world," Hiccup's whispered promise made Rapunzel shiver with excitement.

Once they reached the river, the Kingsguard turned their backs on their king and the lost princess of Corona, surrounding the river and acting as sentries to protect the privacy and decency of their sworn lord.

Hiccup extended a basket full of bathing supplies for Rapunzel, as well as a thick fur towel and a fresh, clean pink tunic dress for her to wear after she finished bathing. Accepting the king's offerings, Rapunzel set the supplies down by the river before standing straight and gasping when her back was suddenly flush with Hiccup's front.

"H-Hiccup?"

"Shhh," his hands found themselves on her shoulders, his rough, yet smooth hands made Rapunzel close her eyes and enjoy his touch. "You're tense," he murmured against her ear. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you." He then nuzzled along her neck, inhaling her scent and ghosting his lips along her skin. Biting her lower lip, Rapunzel found herself leaning further back against Hiccup and whimpering softly.

"Mmmm,"

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No,"

Rapunzel suddenly peeled herself away from Hiccup, only so that she could turn to face him. Stepping forward, the two of them leaned in ghosting near each other's lips while softly kissing each other.

"What do you want, Rapunzel?"

The king's murmured question caused Rapunzel to whisper. "You," after pressing a firm kiss against his lips, she repeated herself. "I want you," after pulling away from each other's lips, Rapunzel and Hiccup looked each other in the eyes. For the king, he could see that the beautiful blond was eager to take things further, but he gave her a questioning look, silently asking her if she really wanted to take this next step.

Instead of replying with words, Rapunzel undid her pink Dirndl dress and as it slid down her body, Hiccup's eyes burned with desire as he gazed upon Rapunzel's nudity. Although the lost princess of Corona didn't have the biggest breasts or wasn't toned with muscle like most of his women, Hiccup didn't mind at all; Rapunzel was perfect the way she was. Her chest rose up and down with each labored breath she took, and Hiccup gazed upon her untouched womanhood, a patch of blond hair was above her mound which grew wetter with each passing moment.

Finally, Rapunzel grew bold and wrapped her arms around Hiccup's neck, kissing him deeply, her naked body pressing against his fully clothed body. Placing a hand behind her nape, Hiccup's other hand rested on her back which slowly slid down to grope one of the plush cheeks of her backside, causing Rapunzel to moan against Hiccup's lips. One of the blond's hands moved down to cup the Viking's bulge, a gesture that made Hiccup groan in delight and excitement. He then began to undo his pants, with Rapunzel's help, his pants and undergarments were removed with haste, allowing his cock to spring free.

Breaking their kiss, Rapunzel looked down between them and gasped as she took hold of Hiccup, causing him to hiss in delight. "So big," she whispered while stroking him experimentally. Looking up at the Viking king, Rapunzel could see his eyes burn with want and desire for her. It made her breathless with delight that a man of his caliber wanted her to be one of his queens. "H-How... do any of your women stand upright after having this inside them?" She blushed furiously, not meaning to wonder that out loud.

Laughing, Hiccup shrugged. "Because my women are tough, and know what they want," pinching her chin so that she was looking into his eyes, Hiccup spoke softly. "We don't have to do this if you aren't ready—"

"N-No!" Rapunzel blurted out before blushing further and clarifying. "No, I want this, I want to be one of your queens, Hiccup. It's just... I've never been intimate with anyone." In another time, perhaps if Gothel hadn't killed Eugene, Rapunzel would've been with him.

At another time, perhaps.

Rapunzel gasped softly when Hiccup leaned down to kiss her forehead. "Don't worry, we'll go at whatever pace you want to go," he then began to strip out of the remainder of his clothing while adding in a playing tone. "First things first, I appear to be overdressed."

Smiling at his tone, Rapunzel nodded in agreement. "That you are," she then began to help strip him of the remainder of his clothes until he too was naked with her. Noting his tattoos and toned body, Rapunzel's hands roamed his tanned, freckled skin. "Very nice," she purred in admiration.

"So I've been told," Hiccup smiled while groaning in delight at Rapunzel's touch. He then surprised the lost princess of Corona by playfully sweeping her off of her feet and taking her into the river with him. Her sudden shriek of laughter was replaced with heavy breaths of anticipation as Hiccup set her down on her feet and caressed her petite body. "You're beautiful, Rapunzel." His words were followed by action as he leaned down feathering her neck and collarbone with kisses. Her sweet moans made Hiccup harder, especially when he cupped her breasts, the small mounds of flesh yielded to his touch as he kneaded them like a baker would with dough.

"Mmmm, Hi-Hiccup," she gasped in delight, savoring these exciting sensations. Whilst continuing to touch her, Hiccup washed her as well. Momentarily removing his hands from her breasts, the king took the bar of soap in his hand and gently scrubbed her upper body while moving nuzzling against her neck. "O-Oh, mmm," Rapunzel felt her heart hammering in her chest, not only was she excited, but she could feel him against her backside. Smiling to herself, the blond beauty pressed firmly against his cock until it was nuzzled against the crack of her backside and then began to grind against him.

The groans that rumbled from his throat made Rapunzel more confident, especially since she had no idea what she was doing. But she was a fast learner, and although she wasn't sexually experienced like Hiccup's wife, Astrid, or his other women, Rapunzel was determined to satisfy the man who had saved her from Gothel and her greed for preserving her beauty and vanity even at the expense of Rapunzel's life and happiness.

"Mmm, you know you don't have to do this—"

"I know, I want to," Rapunzel purred softly, looking over her shoulder and into Hiccup's gorgeous eyes. "You saved me from being used by Gothel, and I want to repay you for that act and for treating me with kindness and care." Suddenly turning around, one of Rapunzel's hands gripped the back of Hiccup's head, pulling him down for a deep, passionate kiss, one that Hiccup returned fervently. The blond's other hand slipped under the waters and grasped his cock, which was hard as a rock. Both of them broke from the kiss and moaned, Rapunzel could feel him pulsing in her grasp and he was so hot. Hiccup knew this woman was inexperienced when it came to intimacy, however, he could see her eyes twinkle with determination to please him, and that in itself was arousing.

Savoring the softness of Rapunzel's touch, Hiccup murmured. "What do you want to do, Golden Princess?"

Giggling at the title he had given her, Rapunzel leaned up to murmur against his ear. "Sit on the river's edge," her commanding tone made Hiccup's heart hammer beneath his chest, and he obeyed her demand. Once he was seated on the river's edge, he watched as Rapunzel settled between his legs, her hands caressing his thighs. She then noted the prosthetic attached to his left leg and then looked up into his eyes. "M-May I?" His reassuring smile made Rapunzel relax and she slowly but surely figured out how to unfasten his prosthetic leg, revealing the stump where his left leg used to be.

"I lost my left leg in battle long ago. My dragon, Toothless and I fought a monstrosity known as the Red Death, it used its abilities as an alpha dragon to control the dragons under its command to raid Vikings for three centuries," Hiccup explained softly as Rapunzel traced her fingers along long healed scars. Noting the sympathy in her eyes, Hiccup was quick to reassure her. "I'm a Viking, losing a limb in battle is an occupational hazard."

Chuckling in disbelief, Rapunzel tilted her head. "Reputation and glory, hmm?"

"It's part of the Viking way," Hiccupp shrugged. "I lost my left leg to save the lives of countless Vikings and dragons and prevent further loss of life from both species."

Leaning in to kiss his stump, Rapunzel looked up at Hiccup and saw him inhale sharply but his face showed no signs of discomfort. "If I had to power bring back your leg, I would—"

"The past can't be changed, and I wouldn't have my past changed whatsoever," Hiccupp rebuked gently. "Especially now that the gods have blessed me with you, Astrid, the women in my life, my heirs, and those who support and trust me to lead them to a better future for them and for our people."

Smiling, Rapunzel caressed his toned legs and spoke softly. "Let me be part of the blessings in your life," she then leaned in and kissed his inner thighs, growing ever close to his straining cock and balls. As she grew closer, Rapunzel grew more nervous, she didn't want to displease this kind, fair, handsome man, especially when she wanted to express her thanks to him in such an intimate manner.

She suddenly felt Hiccup's hand patting her head, forcing her to look up at him. Hiccup stared at Rapunzel with a soft gaze. "Take your time," his reassuring words continued. "There's no rush, if you're uncomfortable doing this, let me know, and I won't force you to do anything you're not ready to do." Rapunzel's body felt warm listening to the king's kind words. He was showing her immense patience; he wasn't pressuring her into anything she didn't want to do. However, Rapunzel wanted to do this for him.

Once she reached her desired destination, Rapunzel started slowly by kissing the tip of his cock and licking around the head. As she swirled her tongue, she lapped up the pre-cum that wept out of him. The tangy taste caused goosebumps to erupt throughout her body. Rapunzel felt her arousal pooling beneath her legs as she took Hiccup's shaft into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down slowly. It didn't take much of her before she could already feel his cock hitting the back of my throat. Her lack of skills meant that she coughed the moment it felt like she was going to choke on her cock.

"R-Rapunzel, easy there,"

"S-Sorry," she coughed, "I... I've never done this before."

"I know," leaning down to pinch her chin, he forced her to look into his eyes. "Just relax and take your time." His warm smile made Rapunzel nod while blushing furiously. She felt silly, but Hiccup's patience and reassuring words calmed her down.

After she took a deep breath, Rapunzel followed Hiccup's advice, slowly swallowing his cock while she relished the taste of him. She listened to Hiccup moaning her name as she continued to suck his cock repeatedly. Soon, Rapunzel upped the pleasure by groping his balls more firmly. Hiccup hissed in pleasure and started to gently thrust his hips, forcing Rapunzel to take more of him into her mouth. She felt proud of herself for being able to take so much of him on her first try. Saliva was drooling out of her mouth as her lips were fully stretched. Her tongue slobbered against the underside of his shaft. Just when Rapunzel made it past the halfway point, she gagged on his cock again. Hiccup then forced her head back so that she could catch her breath.

"S-Sorry—"

"You have nothing to be sorry about, Rapunzel," Hiccup reassured her. "But I think you're overreaching, in time, your gag reflex won't be an issue." Helping her out of the water, Hiccup grinned when Rapunzel let out a cry of surprise when he placed her on top of him. Leaning up to peck her lips, he murmured. "But for now, let's hump," blushing at his bluntness, Rapunzel nodded in agreement.

Reaching down, Hiccup grasped his cock and rubbed his tip against her lower lips, causing the both of them to groan in delight. Soon, Hiccup slowly thrust himself inside her, the sudden stretch of him filling her caused Rapunzel to yelp in pain and clutch Hiccup tightly. "Shhh, it's alright, Rapunzel," he murmured against her forehead. "Just take your time and grow accustomed to having me inside you." Nodding at his words, the two of them did nothing but embrace each other until Rapunzel was comfortable.

After a while, the blond moaned softly and exhaled. "O-Okay, you can move, slowly," nodding, Hiccup slid out of her until only the tip remained and then he slowly thrust up into her silken heat. "H-Hiccup!"

"Too much?"

"N-No... it's perfect,"

Smiling, Hiccup decided to surprise her. Taking two handfuls of her pert backside, Hiccup sat up, causing Rapunzel to gasp in both pleasure and surprise as she found herself seated in the king's lap. The position they were in was powerfully intimate, eye contact was unavoidable, unless either one of them buried their face in the crooks of the other's neck.

"Hold on tight,"

Rapunzel moaned loudly as Hiccup thrust up, the sensation of overwhelming fullness and heat made the blond wrap her arms tightly around Hiccup's neck, holding on for dear life. As she grew more accustomed to Hiccup's thrusts, Rapunzel's eyes were closed and her mouth was agape as moans of pleasure parted from her lips. "H-Harder," she breathed out. Obliging her request, Hiccup snapped his hips up at a harder pace, the sound of wet skin slapping against each other only fanned the flames of desire and passion between them. "F-Faster!" Again, Hiccup obliged her request and began to thrust up into her at a faster pace.

"Odin's beard!" Hiccup snarled through gritted teeth as he continued to thrust up into Rapunzel.

"M-Mmm, Hi-Hiccup!"

Rapunzel's hair suddenly began to glow, lighting the darkness around them. The Kingsguard surrounded them curiously turned and quickly raised their shields, protecting their eyes from the overwhelming light that threatened to make them blind. Hiccup buried his face against Rapunzel's breasts, taking one of her nipples into his mouth while thrusting up into her at a frenzied pace. Crying out in pleasure, Rapunzel cradled Hiccup's head while urging him to continue and not stop what he was doing. One of his hands snaked between them and began to rub her clit, the sharp sensations Rapunzel experienced from that caused the blond to cry out in bliss and she soon reached her end. Groaning loudly against her breasts, Hiccup could feel his cock being squeezed tightly that it threatened to make him lightheaded.

"C-Close, Rapunzel!" He snarled out. "W-Where do you want me to—?"

"Inside me, p-please, Hiccup!"

After a dozen thrusts, the king buried himself to the hilt and planted his seed deep inside of Rapunzel. Both of them clung to each other tightly while savoring their respective climaxes. Hiccup soon fell back along the grass while Rapunzel lay on top of him, feathering kisses along his face. Her hair, which shone like a thousand suns soon dimmed until it stopped shining altogether. Naked and entwined, Hiccup and Rapunzel caressed sweaty, wet skin while sharing chaste kisses.

Hiccup took a whiff and groaned. "I think we ought to take a proper bath now, wouldn't you agree?" Rapunzel laughed and pecked Hiccup's lips, humming in agreement. As the two made their way back into the river to bathe properly, Hiccup knew that Rapunzel would be a fine queen and that she would be an even better mother, when the time came. But as he bathed his Golden Queen, Hiccup was eager to know her better and make her into a strong, independent woman whom his people would both love and respect.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! As I said before, Rapunzel is going to be one of Hiccup's main women, so don't worry, she'll get more time in future chapters. As for the next few chapters, the siege is drawing ever closer, so be prepared for a hectic battle. As always, leave feedback on who you want to see Hiccup paired with next, and yes, I'll be adding more smut scenes with the other characters as well. But until then, I'll see you all in the next update!