A/N: I think it's safe to say that I'm tunnel-visioned, and I've been so focused on Hiccup, that I'm not giving the other characters enough time in the sun, sorry about that! Rest assured, I'm gonna be giving the other characters more time to shine, promise! In this chapter, however, Hiccup hooks up with Queen Arianna. That, and things are gonna heat up, plot wise. Anyway, let's get to it!

(Normal pov— Rome)

Prince Haehmund could not express the joy he felt as his carriage was approaching the city of Rome, home of the Catholic Church. Ever since his capture by the Vikings, he had dreamt of breathing the air of his home, returning to the city, and being by his adoptive father, Pope Stephanus Quintilius, as they sought to spread their influence throughout the West and beyond. Not only did he desire this, but he also thought that now was the time to seek out a wife for his own. After all, if he were to inherit his adoptive father's position as Pope of the Roman Catholic Church, he would need a strong, faithful woman by his side to help him in trying times.

Upon entering the city and receiving a warm welcome home from the citizens and soldiers of Rome, Haehmund exited the carriage and raced to the palace where he and his adoptive father resided, along with those who resided in Stephanus' inner circle. Expecting to find Stephanus in his studies, the prince raced to the palace library, only to find there was nobody there. After checking all of the places his father would be within the palace, Haehmund was struck with concern when there was no sign of his father.

"Prince Haehmund?"

Turning around to lay eyes on one of his father's most trusted friends, Haehmund smiled. "Ah, Marcus. Have you seen my father? I can't seem to find him anywhere." Noting how his father's closest friend looked saddened, Haehmund realized what this meant. "N-No. He's dead, isn't he?" The old man before him nodded in confirmation. "How?"

"Plague. There was an outbreak within the city, near the marketplace, last month. Luckily we were able to handle it. Unfortunately, your father was there to procure provisions, only to catch the plague that killed over a thousand people within these walls."

Sighing heavily, Haehmund felt tears pooling in his eyes. Stephanus was not only a fierce warrior in his youth, but because of his position as pope of the church, he was kind and compassionate to all within the city, himself included; he remembered being scooped up from the streets and being named heir to the Roman Catholic Church. To lose a man like Stephanus... it was a loss that would be keenly felt, especially to those who considered the man as a father.

"As of this moment, you are prince no more, Pope Haehmund."

Looking at Marcus, the newly appointed pope released a shaky exhale. "I had thought I would have more time before taking on this... monumentous honor and responsibility, Marcus."

Placing a hand on the young pope's shoulder, the old man smiled. "I understand. But you have been preparing for this day ever since Stephanus took you in. I have faith in you, and I believe that you will do great things. The question is, do you believe it?" Recalling how much faith his father had placed in him made the tears Haehmund tried to hold back spill down his cheeks. After wiping away his tears, the new pope smiled as he nodded at Marcus. "Good. Believe in yourself, Haehmund, or no one will. I shall gather the nobles and make preparations for a proper ceremony marking your rise as Pope of the Roman Catholic Church." Before Marcus took his leave, he looked over his shoulder. "Until then, rest and eat. Your journey home must have been exhausting."

"You have no idea, old friend."

Once Marcus left the new pope to himself, Haehmund walked to the nearby balconies which overlooked the city. All of this, Rome and the Catholic regime stationed here were sacred. At some point, Haehmund knew that he would need to prepare a new army to combat the heathen king, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, and his Vikings. Not only that, but he would also need the soldiers here to inform him of the True Romans and if they've made an attempt to sack Rome. The True Romans were a faction whose ancestors were the caesars of old and who believed that Rome was theirs to inherit, not the Roman Catholic Church. If the True Romans were allowed to sack the city and revert its people to their idol-worshipping, depraved way of life, then Christendom in the heart of Italy would be lost.

But the threat of the True Romans and the Vikings and their dragons was a problem that Haehmund could worry about tomorrow. Right now, all he wanted was to erase his hard, long journey back home with a long bath, and trim the hair on his head and face which had grown considerably. He would have the semblance of a man, not a wholly goat.

(Germany)

Savage hated to admit it, but he was beginning to lose confidence in his ability to lead the Deviants.

Ever since they left Paris, they had to tread in land that was unknown to them all, Europe was a land that was steeped in Catholicism, and the Deviants had to fight for their lives at every corner. Now, the band of Viking criminals had fashioned themselves ships to sail along the Danube River, on their way to Germany. Savage was aware that Hiccup Haddock and his people sought to settle here, whether he sought to make this place permanent residence for the Viking people, he didn't know, but Savage wanted to undermine Hiccup and his efforts for not only making him look like a fool time after time, but also preserve face among his tribe.

"We'll have our vengeance against Hiccup Haddock, Savage. You can count on that."

Snorting, Savage looked over his shoulder before inspecting his sword. "Time after time, that boy has proven to be the biggest pain in the arse, Hauk," he then growled. "If I were to get my hands on him again..."

"You will," Hauk's firm words caused Savage to look at his right-hand man. "Besides, killing him will turn your reputation upside down. Has your woman said anything about seeing your fate?"

"Heh, Skuld has told me that she's seen great things for us all, my friend. But I don't feel great, as you can clearly see," while continuing to inspect his sword, Savage could see movement in the forest on his right side, thanks to the reflection of his blade. Looking in that direction, Savage saw archers lifting their bows in their direction. "Shield wall!" The Deviants heard their leader bark out, only for several of them to be struck down.

Reaching for the shields along their ship, the Devinats formed a shield wall to protect themselves from the volley of arrows raining down on them. Savage peeked through his shield and saw dragons the likes of which he had never seen before burst out of the forest and flew directly for him and his ships. Their acid blasts rained down on his men, burning through their shields like they were nothing before they too were engulfed in those blasts. One of these beasts, which had landed in Savage's ship had a rider on its back, and as this hooded, leather-clad figure slid off of the albinic Titan Wing Deathgripper, Savage was not expecting to lay eyes on a woman.

"Who are you?" The woman demanded. "Are you part of Hiccup Haddock's coalition of Vikings and Scandinavian peoples?"

"What? No!" Savage stood straight as he bore his teeth. "I am Savage the Snake, Chieftain of the Deviants. My people and I have no loyalty to anyone but each other." Drawing his sword, he then pointed his blade at his attacker. "And who might you be, missy?"

"Zlobina the Malicious. Daughter of the Night Fury killer, Grimmel the Grisly."

The Deviants shared shocked looks and murmured amongst themselves. Savage too was shocked before a sinister grin crossed his face. "Grimmel the Grisly was your old man, eh? Surely he must've taught you how to kill Night Furies?" Zlobina merely crossed her arms, sneering at Savage, which was her only reply to his rhetorical question. "I heard what that boy did to your father, you must be hungry to exact revenge. Lucky for you, so do we. We have a common enemy in the form of Hiccup Haddock and the filthy factions of Vikings and Scandinavians who follow him."

"You propose an alliance," Zlobina stated.

"Why not?" Savage smirked. "I can only assume you have a sizeable crew at your disposal. With your Dragon Hunters merged with my men, we can force Hiccup Haddock to come to us, him and his precious Night Fury."

Knowing full well that Savage could stab her in the back, figuratively and literally, Zlobina would keep him on a short leash. She didn't want to admit it, but he was right, their men merged would be a considerable force, and they could lure Hiccup and his Night Fury into her hands. She didn't have any other options at the moment, after all, she was already going behind Drago's back to exact her vengeance, and if she returned to him now, he would have her and her crew killed. And that was not an option.

"Very well, Chief Savage. For the time being, we are allies," she then gave him a smirk that sent a chill crawling down his spine. "But when you betray me, I gut with my bare hands and feed you your cock." Brandishing her metallic claws on her right hand, Zlobina saved the scent of fear coming off of the Viking chief. Mounting her Titan Wing Deathgripper, she then took to the air before speaking up. "My men will lead you and your people to our camp." She then flew away while summoning the other Deathgrippers who had the other Deviants at their mercy.

Hauk and Skuld soon approached Savage, turning to his second in command and his lover, the Deviant's leader noted the worry in their eyes. "I know it's a risk working with this lot. But this could be our last chance to exact revenge against Hiccup Haddock and his people. Trust me, alright?" He then barked out to his ship's captain. "Man, your station!" Savage looked to the rest of his men. "Row!" As the Deviants onboard resumed rowing, Savage grunted softly as he watched Zlobina and her Deathgrippers fly away.

"Working alongside more Dragon Hunters. What could go wrong?"

(Viking settlement outskirts)

Äila Wîegs and her Razorwhip, Slash were on patrol, along with Raudebjorn Beigrøs, son of Olaf and Grünhild, Berk's bakers. The two riders who were part of the Dragon Riders' Auxiliary were out along with the rest of their companions, scouring the land beyond their massive settlement. Gustav was along with Snotlout's sister, Adelaide, and her newly bonded Monstrous Nightmare, Blaze. The rest of the Auxiliary riders patrolled other areas beyond the settlement to determine whether or not the rest of their people could push deeper into the land Queen Arianna had gifted them.

"So, nice day, huh?"

Turning to her male companion, Äila smiled. "It is. I love morning patrols. Just to take in the beauty of nature, the birds singing, and giving the gods praise for allowing the sun to rise again," the young woman looked down and saw a sizable force marching through the forest. "Raudebjorn, do you see that?" Pointing to the army beneath them, he grunted in confirmation. "Let's see who they are and what they're doing here." Patting Slash on the head and pointing to the ground.

"Let's get them to stop in their tracks, Arrow, hmm?" Raudebjorn then grunted. "Spineshot!" With a fierce squawk, Arrow fired a volley of its spines in front of the encroaching army, causing them to stop. Urging his Deadly Nadder to land, Raudebjorn looked to the sky and noted Äila and Slash were providing cover from the sky just in case these people were hostile. "You are now in the domain of King Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. State your business here." Raudebjorn was weary, even with the realization that the army before him were Vikings, their banners were unfamiliar to him, and they could very well mean harm to him and the rest of their people in the settlement.

Eventually, one of the Vikings pushed his way through, introducing himself to Raudebjorn. "I am Jarl Stigandr of the Warborn Clan. We are here to offer our swords and our oaths to King Hiccup."

Sharing a look with a cautious look with Äila, Raudebjorn narrowed his eyes at the Warborn Vikings and their leader. "Why would you want to follow someone that you know nothing about?"

"I know enough about your king, boy. I know that he is a leader who wants what is best for his people; tending to their needs in any way that he can, carving land in both England and Frankia for our kind to settle for generations, and he is a man who leads the charge when the time to fight arises. And a leader who does not lead the charge is no leader at all."

Äila finally decided to join Raudebjorn on the ground as she then tilted her head, curious. "You know our king's reputation. But what do you know of the man himself?"

"We have heard... interesting things of the man himself from one who is acquainted with your king." Looking over his shoulder, Stigandr barked out. "Gruffnut!"

Both Auxiliary riders shared a look as the devious, shameless con artist of the Thorston Clan presented himself. The resemblance Gruffnut bore with Tuffnut was uncanny, if one were to tell them if this was Tuffnut LaVerne Thorston, the two young riders would believe it.

"Ah! I see that you've met some of Hiccup's Auxiliary riders, eh, Stigandr?" Gruffnut then bowed his head in greetings to both the riders before him. "I know you're weary, and I know you've no doubt heard of my... questionable character from my family, as well as my cousins, who want absolutely nothing to do with me. But, I not only bring valuable information for King Hiccup, but Jarl Stigandr and his Warborn Clan would make a fierce ally!" He then grinned. "So what do you say, young ones? Hmm? Take us to King Hiccup so that he can gauge our worth?"

Äila and Raudebjorn shared a look before silently agreeing that Hiccup should handle this. They were humble servants, after all, and they would serve by bringing the Warborn Clan and the black sheep of the Thorston Clan to their king.

(Viking settlement)

Astrid had just concluded training with the latest batch of young Viking maidens who wanted to be part of her Blue Valkyrie Order. The Queen of Vikings was hard on these new recruits, but these young women took their training seriously, whether it was perfecting their skills as warriors or training how they and their Deadly Nadders could be the perfect force. Now, the Queen of Vikings was bathing in a nearby lagoon, her Blue Valkyries and Stormfly were her sentries, protecting her privacy while she washed away the stench of morning training.

Suddenly, Windshear landed in front of the Blue Valkryies, along with Äila and Raudebjorn. Sliding off of her dragon, Heather approached, and the Viking queen's guards stepped aside, letting the leader of the Berserkers to pass.

"Did you just start bathing?"

Looking up at her friend and lover, Astrid shook her head. "I was just wrapping up, actually. Can you hand me my towel?" Crouching down for the long, thick fur towel that was neatly folded on a boulder, Heather held it open as a stark, naked Astrid emerged out of the lagoon and allowed Heather to wrap the towel around her body. Once her nakedness was covered, Astrid and Heather shared a smile before the Queen of Vikings looked to the two young Auxiliary riders. "Äila. Raudebjorn. What can I do for you?"

Both riders bowed their heads in greetings before Raudebjorn spoke first. "Queen Astrid. We have someone you'll want to see," approaching his dragon, the young Hairy Hooligan yanked a figure who had a sack over his head to the ground before getting him on his feet and ripping the sack off of his head.

"Gruffnut?!"

Adjusting to the sunlight in his face, Gruffnut grinned sheepishly at the Viking queen. "Oh, hello there. And how are you on this fine day?" Astrid noted how Gruffnut's dreads were down in a man bun hairstyle with one lone strand in his face. Other than that, his attire had not changed, except, of course, he was now wearing a turquoise tunic and he had a nose ring.

"What are you doing here?"

Astrid narrowed her eyes at the con man before her. She may not have met Gruffnut personally, but she had heard all she needed to know about the man from both the twins and Hiccup.

"That's the thing, Queen Astrid, he isn't here alone," Äila spoke up. "He's here with Jarl Stigandr of the Warborn Clan."

"I've heard about these Vikings. They're a very old clan, but I thought they were nothing but a myth," Heather turned to Astrid with a shrug. "Supposedly they left Norway with several other clans in search of glory and were never seen or heard from again."

"Until now."

Approaching Gruffnut, Astrid couldn't help but think how closely this man resembled to Tuffnut. Unlike her strange and crazy friend, this conniving deceiver was not to be trusted. "What have you told the Warborn Clan? That while we're rebuilding a new life for ourselves, we'd be vulnerable to an attack?"

"You have me wrong, Queen Astrid. Ever since I was left behind on Dramillion Island, I came to realize that my greed and duplicity was getting me nowhere in life, expect for ways to pay off my debt to crooked double dealers. I came here not only to ask if you would except me into yours and Hiccup's kingdom as a loyal servant, but also if you would allow Jarl Stigandr and his Warborn into the fold as well. They not only have a fierce army at their disposal and are willing to swear an oath of loyalty to Hiccup, but they also come bearing news of events transpiring in Scotland."

Pursing her lips, Astrid knew that if she decided to give Gruffnut a chance, this could come back to bite her, but she also knew that he could be of use, if he was properly motivated.

"Do anything to betray us and getting stranded on an island swarming with Dramillions will be the least of your concerns. Got it?" Gruffnut nodded at Astrid's threat, causing the Viking queen to grunt and turn to the two young Auxiliary riders. "Take him and the Warborn Clan to the settlement. Hiccup will want to speak with them." Nodding, the two riders mounted their dragons with Gruffnut in hand and flew off.

After drying off, Astrid threw on the fresh pair of clothes her Blue Valkries had brought with them before looking over her shoulder and noting Heather's frown. "Whatever you have to say, spit it out, Heather."

"Are you sure trusting Gruffnut is wise? After all, he did try sealing Barf and Belch to cover his debt and he nearly killed his own cousins and Snotlout for the sake of obtaining wealth when you and the other riders were trying to stop Johann and Krogan from obtaining the King of Dragons."

"I know it's a risk, trusting a weasel like him. But given a purpose, that weasel could be of great use to us. But if now, what do we have to lose? Nothing. Because he'll be dead." Once she was dressed, Astrid mounted Stormfly before turning to her Blue Valkyries. "Return to the settlement, all of you." Obeying the command of their queen, the female warriors summoned their own Deadly Nadders and soon flew away, leaving Astrid and Heather alone with their two dragons. "Let's go."

The two of them flew off as well, but were unaware of a hooded figure perched on top of their hybrid dragon. Lowering their hood, the figure was revealed to be Linette "Alright, Gust, after them." The dragon spread its four wings and carefully followed the Vikings as they returned to their settlement.

The day had gone by in the blink of an eye for Hiccup. After Astrid and Heather, along with the Auxiliary riders approached with Gruffnut in their grasp and after learning that the twins' con of a cousin was now part of the Warborn Clan, Hiccup needed a moment to take all of this in, especially when he heard the news of Drago and his army expanding to Scotland, decimating the Highlands and slaughtering all who opposed them.

It was nearing the end of the day, and Hiccup was inside his newly built hut accompanied by a handful of his most trusted Scandinavian leaders. They were discussing strategy to prepare for Drago and his army if they decided to attack when they were at their most vulnerable. They had already begun building defenses as well as watchtowers, they would soon get to work on building defenses out at sea from chain towers and other surprises.

Suddenly, two of Hiccup's Kingsguards entered the hut escorting a hooded figure who strode behind them. As all eyes turned to the guards, they bowed their heads to Hiccup. "My king, there's someone here who wishes to speak with you," the figure lowered their hood revealing Queen Arianna, much to Hiccup's surprise and everyone else's. "She demanded an audience and couldn't wait for a time that suited you."

Acknowledging his guards with a firm nod, Hiccup then addressed Corona's ruler. "Queen Arianna. To what do we owe the pleasure of this visit?"

"King Hiccup," returning his formalities, Arianna cleared her throat as she spoke up. "I wish to have a word with you. In private."

Curious, Hiccup obliged, turning to the respective leaders of the Viking and other Scandinavian people present. "Leave us," bowing their heads, they and the two guards who escorted her left the two rulers alone. Once the door was shut, Hiccup locked it and turned to Arianna. "How may I be of service, Queen Arianna?"

"Please, you can dispense with the formalities, Hiccup. Call me Arianna." Nodding, Hiccup poured himself and his beautiful guest two mugs of freshly brewed ale, offering one to her. "I've... never had ale before."

"If you prefer wine or water—"

"No! No, it's alright," she took a sip and found that she favored it and took a drink. Humming in contentment as she felt the honeyed ale warm her insides, she gave Hiccup a warm smile that reminded him of Rapunzel. After all, the two looked exactly like each other. "Mmm. It's good."

Chuckling softly, Hiccup took a drink before giving Arianna a smile. "You didn't come here just to try ale for the first time, Arianna. What is it?"

"I... I shouldn't be here, truth be told."

"Why do you say that?"

A blush graced Arianna's cheeks, and Hiccup set down his mug and approached her, taking her hands, and giving them a reassuring squeeze. After looking into the king's beautiful eyes, Arianna confessed softly so that only he could hear her. "I want you to be one of your Fair Queens," looking away in shame, however, Arianna continued. "It's wrong for me to even desire it because... I'm a Christian and if I were to fornicate, God will punish me."

Cupping her face tenderly, Arianna saw Hiccup lean in before retorting softly. "My gods won't punish you for such a desire," he murmured hotly against her ear. "Besides, a woman of your standing needs more than one heir."

"Rapunzel told me that had laid with her..."

"She chose to lay with me of her own free will," Hiccup sternly reassured her. "I would never take advantage of a woman as amazing as your daughter, Arianna."

Seeing the truth in his eyes, Arianna smiled before kissing Hiccup. Responding to her kiss with his own, the Viking caressed her nape, enjoying how she moaned weakly at his tender touch. Arianna then broke their kiss, looking at Hiccup with parted lips and dilated eyes. The young king merely awaited what she would do next. Sliding off her violet robe, Hiccup's breath hitched as he laid eyes on Arianna's naked, mature body. Feeling self-conscious under the heated gaze of Hiccup's eyes, Arianna attempted to cover her breasts, but the king stopped her and kissed her in reassurance.

"I assure you, you have nothing to hide, my dear," his hands took two handfuls of her pert backside, pulling her flush against his. "Look how hard you've made me." Grinding his leaking cock against her abdomen, Arianna gasped softly and looked down between them, seeing the king's arousal for herself, and moaned softly at the sight of him.

"H-Hiccup,"

The Viking king gently pushed his lover against one of the walls of his home before kissing down her neck, collarbone, and pert breasts. Kissing and pawing her breasts, Hiccup smiled against one of her nipples as Arianna mewled and gasped, looking down at him as he kneeled before her, kissing down her soft, curvy body. As he reached her mound, Hiccup noted how wet this gorgeous woman was, as he slung one of her legs over his shoulder, Hiccup moved for the kill and began to lick her sopping folds.

Throwing her head back, Arianna bit on one of her fingers while massaging her breasts, adding further stimulation to the pleasure Hiccup was giving her. Each of her mewls and means of pleasure made Hiccup's blood burn hotter as he increased his efforts. Momentarily pulling away to catch his breath, Hiccup used his fingers to spread her lips apart and lick them.

"H-Hiccup! O-Ohh!"

Smiling against her, Hiccup continued to lick her folds, all too happy to make this beautiful woman succumb to a blissful release. The visual of Arianna's eyes closed, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, sweat forming along her body, and her ample breasts heaving as he worked her only made Hiccup more aroused; his cock throbbed between his legs, yet he gave all his attention to the woman before him. The two of them soon locked eyes with each other, and Hiccup saw a blush grace her cheeks as he continued to devour her, it made him chuckle.

Arianna had to look away when Hiccup's gaze met hers, unable to handle the intense green gaze full of unabashed desire for her. It was all too much for Arianna, the overwhelming sensations she was experiencing from his tongue along with the visual sensation of seeing this young, handsome man who happened to be a king devour her as though he had not eaten in years caused Corona's sole ruler to fist a handful of Hiccup's shaggy hair and cry out in pleasure as she reached her end.

Panting heavily, Arianna felt as though she'd lose her footing, Hiccup, however, held her firmly against the wall until he rose back on his two feet, well, foot. Once he was face to face with the flustered, panting woman before him, Hiccup kissed Arianna deeply, causing the older woman to moan against his lips and return his blistering kiss. She could taste herself on him and it only drove her mad with further arousal. At the same time, her hand wandered lower until it found Hiccup's fully erect cock, pumping him firmly, causing them both to moan against each other's lips.

Hiccup's hands, which were on Arianna's curvy hips soon slid down to cup the cheeks of her pert backside before she then lifted her off of the ground. Wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips, Arianna held on tight to her young lover as he carried her to a well-carved chair that was right next to the fireplace. Sitting down, Hiccup looked up at the naked beauty perched on his lap.

"You still want to do this?"

"Yes. I do."

Smiling, Hiccup massaged her backside while Arianna ground herself against him, causing them both to moan. Slowly lifting herself, Arianna hovered over the Viking king's cock and sank, inch by painstaking inch until she was seated fully in his lap.

"Gods, you feel good," Hiccup groaned as caressed her thighs.

"Mmm, you're so big," Arianna purred as she took the time to merely savor the feeling of having this handsome young man fill her.

Once she was accustomed to having him inside her, Arianna began to ride him at a slow pace. The friction, the heat, and the pleasure she was experiencing left the queen breathless, ever since her husband, Frederic died, sex had been something she had not thought of. But now, she had almost forgotten how wonderful being intimate with someone truly was. And here she was, Queen of Corona, riding the King of Vikings with shameless abandon. Hiccup Haddock wasn't just a king who was younger than her, but he was a kind, fair, and just ruler to his people. A quality that most "Christian" rulers lack.

With her hands on Hiccup's shoulders, Arianna rode him harder and faster, causing them both to gasp and moan. The Viking's hands caressed soft thighs before once again taking two handfuls of her backside and groping the pert muscle. Burying his face in her ample bosom, Hiccup licked the light sheen of sweat between the valley of her breasts and up to her jugular, causing Arianna to moan while throwing her head back.

"H-Hiccup!"

"Mmm, you're so beautiful, Arianna." Hiccup then kissed her heart. "Truly." He kissed the top of her right breast. "Utterly." The left breast. "Beautiful." He then leaned back against his chair with a smile. "You're mine now. No other man can have you in this way, understand?" Arianna nodded furiously as continued to ride her young lover vigorously.

Leaning in to kiss him deeply, Arianna's hips rose then and fell with eager readiness as she began to bounce in his lap, each thrust taking the Viking king down to the hilt and claiming him deep inside of her. Her pert rear was perched in the air as she continued to grind against him, and her lips broke the kiss with him so she could suddenly drop her head down, kissing his throat and the toned angles of Hiccup's broad shoulders.

"No wonder you have so many women under your spell, how can any woman not be attracted to a man such as yourself?" Arianna purred as she took his right earlobe with her teeth and tugged playfully before peppering his face with kisses. As she bounced up and down his lap harder, the two royals released a moan that entwined with each other just as they were physically. "F-From your devilish charms, y-yo-ohh! With your wonderful personality and your fairness as a ruler, you're the type of man that most women only dream of." Acknowledging her kind words with a fierce grunt, Hiccup suddenly began to thrust into her, causing Arianna to cry out in pleasure and cling to his shoulder tighter as she felt that familiar coil in her belly begins to tighten.

"H-Hiccup, I-I'm... c-close!"

"S-Same!" With gritted teeth, he thrusts up into her at a faster pace, growling like a ravenous predator who goes in for the kill. "Odin's beard!" With that said, Hiccup speared himself deep inside Arianna and spilled rope after rope of his seed into her. Both moan loudly at the feeling, Arianna especially as she too reached her end because of the sheer heat of Hiccup's seed deep inside of her.

Slumping heavily against her young lover, Arianna breathed heavily as she sought to catch her breath. Hiccup held her close, caressing her soft curves and pert backside while the queen still basked in the afterglow. "T-That... felt so good," Arianna sighed happily against Hiccup's head. Pressing a kiss against his sweaty forehead. "Thank you, Hiccup, I needed this. Not just to give you thanks for once again returning Rapunzel, but also to not feel so lonely anymore."

"You aren't alone anymore, Arianna. Of course, if you wish to keep this secret from your people, now is the time to let me know—"

"No. I... I want them to know that I wish to become one of your Fair Queens."

"Alright then."

Before any further intimacy could continue, frantic knocking on the door caused the two to look in that direction. Having Arianna remove herself from his lap, Hiccup handed her his thick, fur cloak so that she could conceal her nakedness while he got his pants back on and threw on his crimson tunic before answering the door and was face to face with Gustav and his fellow Auxiliary Riders as they descend and dismount their respective dragons. A look of concern etched on all of their faces, one that had Hiccup curious.

"Gustav? What is it?"

Catching his breath, the young Larson spoke. "A fleet of ships is approaching, over a thousand or more,"

"Are they part of the Northern Alliance?"

"They aren't, cousin," Adelaide turned to her companions before turning back to Hiccup. "The ships are birlinn."

Realization struck Hiccup like an anvil, the people that his cousin was speaking of were not fond of Vikings, not in the slightest, especially since their forefathers brutally attacked and invaded those now sailing at their doorstep.

"You don't mean..."

"...yeah," Gustav said with a heavy sigh, "the Scots are here."

A/N: Dun dun dun! Yes, the Scots have arrived and are about to be thrown into the mix with the Scandinavian people. Tensions will be at an all-time high. Eventually, Hiccup will convince Merida, who is Queen of Scots in my story that peace can be achieved between their two people and the two of them will get together through marriage as a symbol of their eventual alliance. But until then, I hope you guys enjoyed the update and I'll see you in the next one!