(Germany— Viking settlement)
Jasmine emerged out of her carriage, draped in her cloak as she and the women from her harem emerged and were by her side. Two guards accompanied them as they entered the crowds of foreigners seeking to conduct business with the Vikings here.
"Sultana, I understand your eagerness to explore after months of evading that snake, Johann, and his forces, but I urge you to show caution. We know nothing about this place or these people."
"Yes, of course, Tareef."
Rolling her eyes at her guard, Jasmine returned her attention to her surroundings to see so many people and dragons all around. She had only seen a few dragons, men under Johann's command used them to destroy her kingdom and home, but she had never seen the firebreathing beasts so... docile. Of course, while traveling here, she had heard many tales of King Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III and his Night Fury leading armies of Vikings and dragons into battle, and to see these notorious warriors and raiders in the flesh was both worrying as it was exciting.
The merchants gathered were presenting their wares to the Scandinavians, from weapons, silks, exotic animals, jewelry, and many other rare items of value. Jasmine reached for the pouch around her cloaked torso and took a peek at the magic lamp that still resided there. Of all the items here, what she possessed was enough to start wars. This lamp was the only reason Johann sacked her home and destroyed her palace, all to acquire the magic lamp and become powerful beyond measure.
"Sigfus, will you slow down?"
"Come, Gobber! I could see these traders are selling iron ore!"
Two large, stout men were inspecting a block of iron ore, and if Jasmine had to take a guess, she suspected that these men were blacksmiths. Despite her guards' warnings, the young sultana approached the two men. "Apologies. But, do either of you men know where I can find King Hiccup Haddock III?"
"And who might you be, lass?"
"Jasmine."
"Just Jasmine, eh?"
"That's right."
Sharing a look, Gobber turned back to the young sultana. "Wait here," beckoning his lover to follow, Gobber and Sigfus disappeared into the sea of Scandinavians and foreign merchants to fetch their king.
"Will they bring their king or guards to have us imprisoned?"
Turning to one of her harem girls, Jasmine reassured her. "What purpose would it serve for the Viking king to have us imprisoned? We mean him no harm. Besides, with what I have to offer him, he won't be able to resist," of course, she was referring to the magic lamp.
"Is that wise?" Another of her girls asked. " The power of the magic lamp could make any man powerful beyond their wildest dreams."
Before Jasmine could reply, a melodic sound filled the air and Jasmine looked up to see a dragon the likes of which she had never seen before. Its orange skin and black stripes along its body reminded her of her beloved tiger, Rajah, who unfortunately died protecting her when Johann attacked her home. The dragon noticed Jasmine and came down to greet her, causing the young sultana to smile and extend a hand.
"Aren't you a beautiful dragon," she purred softly. The large dragon only sniffed the sultana's outstretched palm before pressing its snout into her hand. Smiling, Jasmine heard the dragon continue a melodic tune, almost as if it was humming to itself. "Amazing. What kind of dragon are you?"
"His name is Garffiljorg, and he's a Death Song dragon."
Jasmine was expecting many things when she would meet the Viking king, she was expecting a large, hairy mountain of a man. Instead, she was taken aback by the tall, lean, and handsome man before her. His ivory skin was tanned, indicating he was a man who was outside much of the time, his shaggy hair reminded her of a lion's mane, and his leather armor hugged his lean frame perfectly.
"You... are Hiccup Haddock III?"
Smiling, the Viking king gave a nod. "I am." He then eyed the sultana from her head to her toes for a brief moment. "Gobber and Sigfus told me that a beautiful woman was seeking an audience with me, here I am. And who might you be?"
"Jasmine. Former sultana of the kingdom of Agrabah."
"And what are you doing here, Jasmine of Agrabah?"
"I came to tell of you of a grave threat that seeks to destroy you and your people, the same man who destroyed my home and my people," Jasmine then raised an eyebrow. "Do you know a man named Johann?"
Groaning in annoyance, Hiccup nodded. "Unfortunately I've been at war with him in years past." He then crossed his arms across his chest. "Let me guess, he let you live so that you can send me a message and let me know that he's coming to destroy me?"
"Yes and no. Yes, Johann is coming for you, but no, he didn't spare me, I fled, along with what remains of my loyalists," Jasmine then spoke in a hushed tone. "Is it possible for us to speak further in private?"
"Of course."
Taking Jasmine to his temporary home, Hiccup noted how the former sultana acted as though they had been eyes watching her where the merchants were located. "Your behavior tells me that eyes are watching you." He then raised an eyebrow. "Am I wrong?"
"Johann wants something that I have in my possession. It's the reason why he attacked my kingdom and razed it to the ground." She then revealed the magic lamp to the Viking king. "Do you have any idea what this is?"
"A lamp?"
"It is, but it's so much more than that," she then rubbed the lamp, and from that lamp rose a djinn. "Genie." Turning to the former sultana, Genie was about to speak up but noted the shocked Hiccup. Realizing that her host was unfamiliar with djinn, Jasmine explained. "A genie is a mythological spirit, King Hiccup. In stories, most genies are described as magical beings that live inside lamps or bottles and grant people's wishes, three to be exact."
"So... Johann wants that lamp of yours and have his darkest wishes granted?"
"Oh, he's a clever one isn't he?" Genie retorted sarcastically. "Yes, had that angry, little man, Johann, gotten ahold of my lamp, I would be forced to grant him three wishes. I don't even want to think about what he'd wish."
Still coming to terms with the fact that he was conversing with a mythological spirit, Hiccup cleared his throat. "Well, uh, Genie, take my word for it, Johann is a lesser evil; there are monsters out there far more menacing and imposing than him." Turning back to Jasmine, the Viking king gave her a curious look. "Why show me this magic lamp yours?"
"Because I had used my wishes to defeat Johann and his coalition, and it wasn't enough to stop him. I offer you this lamp as a means to defeating all your enemies and allying the two of us."
Reluctantly taking the magic lamp, Hiccup now had the power to ask for three wishes. Such power in the hands of men like Johann, Drago, and even his Viking rival, Harald Haraldson, could only lead to trouble. But in Hiccup's hands, he could do good with such power.
"So... you can grant me any three wishes I want?" Hiccup asked Genie.
"A few provisos come with me granting your wishes."
"Such as?"
"First, I can't kill anyone. So those monsters of yours that you know and are out to get you, I can't do anything to them. Second, I can't make anybody fall in love with anybody else," Hiccup smirked softly, he didn't have to worry about that, he already had the love of his life as his queen and by his side. "Lastly, I can't bring people back from the dead. But other than that, anything that you wish is yours."
The possibilities were endless, Hiccup knew that such power could corrupt event the noblest of rulers. Instead of using the wishes for his gain, he would use them to benefit his people and the dragons.
"Scandinavia, the homelands of my people have been blighted by plague and famine. I don't know if this was a temporary occurrence or not. But I do know that my people have sacrificed much to leave their homelands to now settle in a land that's foreign to them." Looking over the lamp in his hands, Hiccup looked up at the Genie. "For my first wish, I wish that all of Scandinavia is made habitable for man and dragons alike." The Genie began to glow as he closed his eyes and muttered a language that Hiccup couldn't understand.
"Your wish has been fulfilled, King of Vikings," Genie said once he had stopped glowing and looked at him with a smile. "Your homelands will be able to sustain your people and your dragons."
Quickly making his way outside, Hiccup summoned one of his Kingsguard and had them fetch scouts who rode dragons. Soon enough, four scouts approached, bowing their heads in greetings before giving their king their attention. "I need you four to return to Scandinavia and see if the lands are habitable." Sharing confused looks, the scouts were about to ask what he meant, Hiccup, however, continued. "Tell no one of this. But if our lands are truly habitable, bring proof in any way that you can. We may yet be able to build an empire for our people. Now go."
"Yes, King Hiccup."
The scouts left to pack provisions and supplies before making the journey back to Scandinavia. In the meantime, the Genie retreated into the lamp, and Hiccup clipped it to his belt before looking back at Jasmine. "Was there anything else that you needed?"
"I've heard that you've amassed a harem of your own. Many women from your homelands, from England, and even women from Asia." Biting her lower lip, Jasmine took a step forward before continuing. "Would you care to add an Arab to your collection of women?"
Snorting softly, Hiccup crossed his arms. "I'm not "collecting" women to sleep with me. The only reason I have this harem is to secure my bloodline. In my world, if your rival seeks to destroy you, they will come after everything: your fame, wealth, army, wife or wives, and your children." Shaking his head softly, Hiccup's thoughts settled on Harald. "I have such a rival who seeks my title as king of all Vikings. I banished him when my people and I were in a campaign in Paris, and since then, he has undoubtedly sought allies to aid him in his petty quest to grieve me. And to ensure my downfall, he will come after my children. To lose any child is something no parent should endure, but if one of my children survives to adulthood, then the Haddock bloodline is secure."
"Forgive me if I caused you any offense—"
"None taken," Hiccup reassured firmly. "I just want to make myself clear. My harem is to secure my bloodline, not only that, but women of foreign standing who choose to share my bed will not be a queen of Vikings, however, they can serve me by telling me of their homelands and those who could be made allies to broach trade, business, and alliances with." Hiccup pinched her chin, approaching the sultana, forcing her to look up into his eyes. "If you wish to be part of my harem, what else can you offer me? Aside from the magic lamp and your offer of sex?"
"Before my kingdom fell to Johann, I had dealings with a great African merchant who sells the rarest, and most exotic things that you can imagine: foods, spices, silks, and even creatures. He has a vast trade network that stretches from Africa to the steppes of Rus," Jasmine smiled. "Along with his network of trade, he also deals in information. He warned me of the impending attack on my kingdom, and I acted off of his information, but despite my best efforts to expel Johann from my home, his forces were too great."
Humming softly, Hiccup knew that if threats like Johann, Drago, and men from other worlds laid eyes on his kingdom and dragons, he would need to prepare for them. With the information of people such as the man Jasmine was speaking of, Hiccup knew that information was valuable currency in times of war.
"Fine. I'll scratch your itch, but I want to learn more about the man you speak of. And if it's possible, send word to him and tell him to come to me, I want to look into his eyes and determine if he's trustworthy or not. Johann was a man who traded with my people since I was a boy, and he revealed himself to be a villain who sought to use dragons to conquer and help him obtain his ambitions."
"I understand."
Hiccup nodded, and as he escorted the sultana out of his hut, he spoke softly against her ear. "Pitch a tent for yourself, make yourself at home. And as dusk settles, I'll visit you," Jasmine turned around to look at him, a look of surprise was etched on her face, causing Hiccup to raise an eyebrow. "Problem?"
"N-No."
Chuckling softly, Hiccup bid her farewell and watched as she regrouped with her harem girls and guards. The king was then approached by several of the settlement farmers and they inquired if he could assist them with the continued construction of barns to hold the livestock. Obliging their request, Hiccup joined his fellow Vikings and prepared himself for what the night would bring.
The days' work had gone by fast. Unsurprising considering the number of projects that were going on: constructing barns and huts for those who would settle here, building defenses along the German coast as well as the forests leading to the settlement, and building dragon perches and stables. By day's end, Hiccup was sweaty and hungry, after retiring to his hut to take a well-earned bath and eat with his family, lovers, and friends, Hiccup would soon dismiss himself and find Jasmine's tent.
Upon entering the Arabian sultana's tent, Hiccup's nostrils were invaded by scented candles, spices, and perfumes. A handful of Jasmine's harem girls were garbed in colorful silks as they played instruments that he was unfamiliar with, while the others were dancing to the music that was being played, some of these girls were eating fruits the likes of which Hiccup had never seen before while staring at the Viking king with lustful eyes, and many more were using a midwakh pipe to smoke a sifted Iranian tobacco product mixed with aromatic leaf and bark herbs. The tent itself was full of pillows and beautiful sheets hanging all around, giving Hiccup the feeling that he was now in Arabia.
"Welcome, King Hiccup."
In the center of the tent was a lush bed, large enough to fit several people, the candlelight illuminated the beauty that was Jasmine, as she lay on her side and gazed at Hiccup with coy eyes. The former sultana was wearing a gilded bead-incrusted, robe. A veil hid her head and face from the Viking king, but as she got up from her bed, she slowly dropped the robe followed by the veil, uncovering a very naked Jasmine
"Please, take make yourself comfortable."
Hiccup did as he was told and reclined on Jasmine's bed and watched with bated breath as this enchantress of a woman began to dance to the music the other women were playing. Every fluid, graceful movement by Jasmine was like a Death Song luring its prey with its hypnotic song, Hiccup found himself mesmerized by the sight. At the slow, enchanting pace, Hiccup was able to drink in Jasmine's beauty. Her flawless tanned skin seemed to glow in the candlelit tent, her dusky eyes seemed to blaze like scarlet coals, and swaying of her body as she moved in tandem with the music, Hiccup realized that this woman could use her beauty and charms to entice those she wanted to.
And a woman who knew how to use her looks to her advantage was just as valuable as having a keen mind to outsmart your opponents.
"Girls, kindly relieve our host of his clothing."
Hiccup was then surrounded by a handful of Jasmine's harem girls as they stripped off his crimson tunic, dark brown leather pants, and his right boot. His naked, scarred, and tattooed body was exposed for them to look upon and touch. Jasmine took in the Viking king's lean, toned form and was pleased with what she saw; she had already grown very attracted to Hiccup's personality, his desire for adventure and venturing into the unknown, but she could see why he had so many women by his side, he was beautiful.
"Tell me, King Hiccup, have you ever experienced anything like this before?"
Because of the harem girls kissing exposed skin and roaming their hands along his body, along with the visual and sensual stimulations he was experiencing, Hiccup's throat became dry, and he found it very hard to voice his thoughts. Instead, he nodded, causing Jasmine to giggle at her host's current state.
"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. This is but one of many pleasures I can bestow on you," Jasmine began a slow sensual movement of her hips and slowly made her way to kneel on all fours. "I wish to repay your generosity, baladi alfaykinj wasim." As Jasmine made her way to Hiccup's right foot, she began covering his toes with kisses and made her way up his legs to his thighs. As Jasmine spread Hiccup's thighs apart, she made direct eye contact with the Viking king and lowered her mouth to worship him with her talented tongue.
"Wha-agh! What does that mean?" Hiccup choked as Jasmine licked him from base to tip.
Looking up into his eyes, she smiled, but not before pressing a kiss against the tip of cock. "It means my handsome Viking," grabbing hold of his base, Jasmine parted her mouth and took him down her throat.
Letting his head fall back as Jasmine began to take his cock into her mouth, Hiccup feared he would reach a premature end due to the harem girls roaming their hands and mouths all over his body while the sultana herself was worshipping his cock. Biting down on his lower lip at the sight of not just the women who were all over him, but the other women in the tent who were fondling each other and giving each other smoke kisses, and the intoxicating scent of lust, spices, and sin was too much for Hiccup, but as he looked back down to watch Jasmine, he held off from reaching his end to watch her work.
Removing him from her mouth briefly, Jasmine let her tongue run along the underside of his shaft before sucking at the tip. Groaning weakly, Hiccup flexed his hips upward, chasing the heat of the sultana's mouth, and the desire was met when Jasmine took him back into her mouth. Gagging briefly, she quickly mastered the reflex and swallowed around his cock. Releasing a hoarse moan in response, Hiccup clutched the fine silks beneath him as he closed his eyes and allowed his other senses to kick in. The sounds of Jasmine's mouth on his cock as well as the moans and giggles from the harem girls around him, and the multitude of scents from perfumes, scented candles, and spices overwhelmed Hiccup. With a warning cry, Hiccup spilled inside Jasmine's mouth, causing the sultana to moan in delight as she gladly swallowed every last drop.
"Odin's beard," Hiccup exhaled shakily as he fell back onto the bed while trying to catch his breath. Jasmine soon sat up, wiping her mouth as though she had just taken a drink rather than reduce him to a babbling mess. "Is this your... first time doing this?"
Smirking, Jasmine soon crawled up his body, coy, and cat-like. "Would you believe me if I said yes?"
"No."
"Well, you'll just have to take my word for it," smiling down at him, Jasmine reached for Hiccup's hands and guided them up to her breasts. "Now, why don't you show me why they call you Hiccup the Womanizer?" Smirking at her, Hiccup obliged and began to grope and fondle her breasts, dragging his thumbs along her swollen nipples.
"As you wish."
After spending a good minute kneading the beautiful Arab's breasts, Hiccup had Jasmine take two of his digits in her mouth, making them wet with her saliva. Once his fingers were wet enough, Hiccup reached down and inserted his digits inside her sopping folds, causing her to gasp loudly and moan as he began to finger her. Satisfied that she was wet enough, Hiccup then reached for his cock, slapping the tip against her before having her sink into his shaft.
"O-Ohh! Biallah." Jasmine moaned in Arabic. Placing her hands on his chest, she then began to ride him slowly, savoring the friction and heat. "H-Hiccup, you're... so big!"
Growling in response, Hiccup took two handfuls of her hips and ground her harder against him as soon the sultana grew accustomed to having him deep inside her in this way. The harem girls were all over Jasmine, hands cupping her breasts while two of them began to take her nipples in their mouths, which only added to her pleasure. Seeing Jasmine writhe and squirm in pleasure because of him and her girls was driving Hiccup mad with the vision pleasure, it was as if all of his senses were heightened, and he felt like a god who was eating from the table of Freyr, the goddess of peace and pleasure.
He then flipped them over, with Jasmine now flat on her back, the sultana watched as this handsome man loomed over her while thrusting in and out of her with strength and determination to bring her to the throes of pleasure. Arching her back while growling in pleasure, Jasmine ran her hands through his shaggy hair until she gripped his head as well as his lower jaw, the two stared deeply into each other's eyes while Hiccup drove himself inside her at a harder pace. The harem girls were drinking cinnamon wine and they poured some exotic drink on Hiccup's upper body, causing it to run down his sides and arms. Jasmine ran her mouth along his strong arms, licking the wine off his skin.
There was no need for words at this moment, all that mattered was bringing each other to a blissful release.
Eventually sitting up, Hiccup took Jasmine in his arms while he got up from the bed and had her bounce on top of his cock. Shocked by the Viking king's strength, Jasmine had no complaints as she clung tightly to her lover's shoulders while bouncing on top of his cock. The lewd sound of skin slapping together was loud, but Jasmine's cries of pleasure were louder, she shamelessly voiced her pleasure while being taken like a tavern wench.
"Do you enjoy this, sultana? Being ravaged by a Viking?" Jasmine nodded furiously at Hiccup's words, but the king leaned in and growled. "Say it."
"I enjoy this a greatly, o-ohh!" Throwing her head back in pain and pleasure when Hiccup began to sink his teeth on top of her collarbone as well as suck the tender skin there, Jasmine held on tighter while using one hand to grope her breasts. "A-Aghhh! Min qibal alaliha. I'm getting close, Hiccup!"
Removing himself from her chest, Hiccup looked deeply into her eyes. "Yeah?" She nodded and bounced on top of him harder and faster, panting heavily. Laughing lightly at her enthusiasm to reach her end, Hiccup decided it would be rude to deny her, and so he used one hand to reach where they were joined and rub at her clit. "Let go, Jasmine. Come for me!" And she did, with a shrill scream, and Jasmine reached her end. At this point, the harem girls who were playing with each other were watching their sultana reach her climax all because of the Viking king.
"I-I'm close too!"
With a smirk, Jasmine looked over her shoulder and had her girls join her as she got up from his cock and kneeled between his legs while taking his balls in her mouth and stroking his slick cock furiously. Crying out in pleasure, Hiccup thrust furiously into her grip and watched as Jasmine and the harem girls joining her had their mouths open wide and their tongues out as he then burst. Rope after rope of his seed splattered on their faces, necks, and breasts. Hiccup desperately caught his breath while he watched his newest lover and her girls licking his seed off of their bodies, an erotic sight.
"So, how was your taste of Arabian culture, King Hiccup?" Jasmine grinned as she rose to get herself a drink.
After regaining his breath and running a hand through his hair, Hiccup returned her grin. "Very satisfying," joining her to get a drink, he took a cup of wine offered to him and after sharing a drink with his new lover, Hiccup gave her a curious look. "So, do you have plans to move on or do you wish to remain with me and my people?"
Pondering his words, Jasmine shrugged. "I don't know, truth be told." She then gave him a teasing grin. "Why? Are you afraid I'll take off?"
"No. I'm just... curious."
Nodding, Jasmine took another drink of wine before setting her cup down. "Maybe I'll stay a while, and offer you who I've dealt with in both trade and commerce. The Middle East is another world that's full of great opportunity and adventure."
"I would love to visit those lands someday. It just proves that there's more out there!"
"You're into finding new lands?"
"If I'm able, yes," Hiccup took another drink before shrugging. "When I'm not busy, I take Toothless and explore. I'm into cartography as well, and if there's more out there, then I would love to add such lands to my map."
Chuckling softly at the passion in his voice, Jasmine finished her cup of wine and smiled at him. "Perhaps one day you will, Hiccup," her smile soon turned into a coy one as she seductively approached the Viking king. "Care to go again?" She continued to advance like a feral cat in the grass until she had her hands on his chest, caressing his skin.
"Heh, I would, but I promised someone close to me that I would have words with them," Hiccup grabbed her wrists before pecking her lips. "Another time." He promised, Jasmine merely smiled and nodded before wishing him a goodnight.
Once the Viking king was redressed and left the sultana's tent, he let out a quiet laugh while shaking his head. "Oh, gods, how has my life taken this turn?" He then made his way to find Valka, who would be waiting for him at his temporary hut. As the king entered his hut, he found his mother poking at the logs in the burning fire with the poker before she turned to see Hiccup entering. "Mom." He greeted her with a warm smile.
"Hiccup."
Pursing his lips together, the king then nodded. "We're long overdue to have that conversation about how we feel about each other." Entering the hut, he then continued. "So, let's talk." Valka merely nodded and was eager to hear if Hiccup's feelings for her were reciprocated or not.
From the outskirts of the Viking settlement, Linette watched as Hiccup closed the door to his hut and then continued to scope out the settlement until she laid eyes on Viggo and his daughter. "There you are, traitor," she then threw a cloak over her body and turned to her dragon. "You stay here, Gust. I'm going to snatch Viggo's precious daughter and force him to come to me and Zlobina." The dragon nodded and watched as the young hunter made her way into the settlement undetected.
A/N: Things are going to heat up, plus, I'm going to focus more on the other characters very soon. As the story goes on, something will happen to Hiccup which will require that I focus more on the other characters. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter, and I'll catch you in the next one!