A/N: This chapter will include smut with Hiccup and Valka, just a heads up! Aside from that, I'm gonna start giving some of the other characters some much-needed attention, starting now. So sit back, relax, and enjoy!

(Germany— Viking settlement)

"I said I was sorry!"

Tuffnut, who had been happily tending to Chicken's baby chicks, had been interrupted by Gruffnut. Upon hearing of his con of a cousin's return, Tuffnut's mood soured, which was noticed by his woman, Thorhild, and his sister, Ruffnut. After all, he used to hold his cousin in high esteem, but after all the stunts that he pulled back on Dragon's Edge, Tuffnut had come to resent Gruffnut greatly, especially when he nearly got him, Ruffnut, and Snotlout killed off the shores of Dramillion Island while racing Johann and Krogan to find the King of Dragons. Despite Gruffnut being back in his life, Tuffnut was by no means not going to say that everything that he did was forgiven, if Gruffnut was truly sorry as he claimed, then he would prove it with action, not just words.

"And I said to you when you nearly got us killed off the shores of Dramillion Island, that we are no longer related and that you and I mean nothing to each other!" Tuffnut growled at his cousin.

"Please, cousin—"

"Save it, Gruffnut, I don't want to hear whatever weak excuse or fake apology that you've concocted, your word is nothing but a pile of yak dung, and therefore it can't be trusted," while placing Chicken's babies in a homemade hut that could house the chicks, Tuffnut made sure that they were settled in their small beds of straw before kissing each of their feathery heads and then turning to face his slimebag of a cousin. "You may be part of the Warborn Clan, but I wonder how long they'll suffer you before deciding to rid you of your conniving head."

Lowering his gaze for a moment, Gruffnut sighed. "I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, Tuffnut. I almost got you, Ruffnut, and your friend, Snotlout, killed. But I have changed after you left me on that island—"

"Ha! I doubt that."

Both men turned to see Ruffnut enter the Thorston hut, the still-pregnant Lady Ingerman glared heated daggers at Gruffnut. "You may have the Warborn Clan fooled, but not us, cousin," Ruffnut spat out like a rotten piece of fish. "Things have changed since we last saw each other, and so have our circumstances. And I swear to the Allfather himself, if you cause any trouble that will lead to the suffering of everyone in this settlement, I'll kill you myself."

"And I'll help," Tuffnut added. He then turned to his sister and gave her a curious tilt of his head. "Shouldn't you be in your hut, resting?"

"I should, but I wanted to spend a little time with Astrid and Heather, they said they were gonna be on night watch for a little bit."

Gesturing to his sister's swollen belly, Tuffnut gave her a worried look. "Don't get killed. I want to see my nephew and help raise them."

Smirking at her brother, Ruffnut reassured him. "This future Nut and I aren't going anywhere," as brother and sister came in for a hug, Gruffnut felt the pang of regret hit him like an arrow. His complete disregard for his cousins and his insatiable greed could've led to the deaths of them both. When Ruffnut and Tuffnut broke apart, she then looked around her brother's hut before giving him a curious look. "Where's Thorhild?"

"Out with Camicazi and other Bog Burglars on night watch," Tuffnut then reached for Chicken herself and her mate before chuckling softly. "Everybody's on edge tonight."

"Well, you are in Christian territory, so it's reasonable for your friends to be on watch." Both siblings looked at their cousin, and Gruffnut could see that they both gave him a look that said his presence wasn't welcome. "I'll... just go."

"Do that," Tuffnut said. "Better yet, stay out of our lives forever."

Again, the pang of regret hit Gruffnut as he left Tuffnut and Thorhild's hut, but at the same time, he was determined to win over his cousins. He would do so not with schemes, but with genuine effort, because in the end, they were still family, even if Ruffnut and Tuffnut didn't see it that way. As the black sheep of the Thorston Clan made his way back to where the Warborn Clan was camped, he looked to the starry sky and exhaled softly.

"Oh, Allfather, give me strength."

Something wasn't right in the settlement, Astrid could feel it in her gut.

The Queen of Vikings was on patrol, after sharing a meal with Hiccup and their inner circle, her husband had told her that their latest guest, Jasmine, wished to have sex with him as well as offer him a potential ally that could serve them well. Now, as early evening fell upon the settlement, Astrid, who was accompanied by Stormfly and six of her Blue Valkyries were all making sure that their settlement was secure. Hundreds of warriors were already on night watch within the settlement and beyond its walls, but having been raised as a warrior, Astrid couldn't help but be on alert this evening.

"Can't sleep?"

Turning to her left, Astrid saw Heather and Ruffnut approach. "Something like that," the Viking queen replied while wrapping her thick, white wolf fur cloak tightly around her body. She then shook her head softly. "I can't help but feel... as though something's wrong."

"Meaning?"

Turning to Ruffnut, Astrid clarified. "Meaning I feel as though someone is within the settlement, and that someone means to do us harm," shrugging, Astrid sighed. "I can feel it in my gut."

"Aside from the Scots that are in our backyard, who else would be here that means to do us harm?"

Heather nudged Ruffnut softly before pointing in the direction of Corona Castle. "There are many in Queen Arianna's court who disapprove of us being here. And despite the Christian's claim of being "righteous," we've seen what they're capable of," of course, she was referring to their encounters with such forces in England and Paris. "After all, we're nothing but "bloodthirsty heathens" in their eyes, and despite Arianna's gracious hospitality to our people, and having been made one of Hiccup's Fair Queens, the threat of potential traitors in Arianna's court is very real."

Grunting in agreement with Heather, Astrid couldn't help but feel as though someone was watching them. Looking around them, however, the warrior queen saw no one but the Viking night sentries and their dragons.

"Astrid, we're secure. The settlement is secure. You can relax—"

Turning sharply to Ruffnut, the warrior queen gave her friend a stern look. "I can't do that, Ruffnut. It's not just the lives of our people and the dragons, but Hiccup's children. My children, that are at risk." Looking at her reflection thanks to her gleaming battle axe, Astrid sighed heavily. "I would give my life for my children and any of the other Heirs of Hiccup, even if they aren't from my body, they're part of Hiccup. And I love Hiccup, more than anything."

For whatever reason, among the Inuit and Sami tribes among their ranks, they believed that their queen was soft, and while that may be true to those she loves and cares for, she is Viking first and foremost. Motherhood had only made her fiercer than when she was an aspiring shield maiden back on Old Berk because now Astrid has more people to protect, not just her children, but the other Heirs of Hiccup as they have been titled.

"You're not only in your affection for Hiccup, Astrid," Heather reassured. Placing a hand on her belly, she smiled. "I carry one of his future heirs, and will gladly give my life to defend them and those who are already among us."

Giving her friend/lover a surprised look, Astrid looked at Heather's belly and then into her enchanting green eyes. "You're pregnant?"

"Yes," smiling softly, Heather shrugged. "I wanted to surprise Hiccup with the news, hopefully later on this evening."

"Well, you can count on me adding your child to the very growing number of people that I'll protect," Astrid quipped while placing her free hand on Heather's belly.

"You count on me too, Heather," Ruffnut smirked before gesturing to her swollen belly. "Of course, I have my child to tend to once they enter Midgard, but I'll make sure yours is well protected."

"Thank you, both of you," Heather smiled at both blonds. "The same goes for me as well."

The three women were too infatuated with each other that they failed to notice a hooded figure dash between huts and heading in the direction of the Grimborn hut.

Linette, who was shrouded in her cloak and the evening darkness made her way to the Grimborn hut. She knew that if she was discovered, she would not live to see the sunrise, so she needed to not only take Viggo's daughter but also get the man himself to follow her back to Zlobina and the other hunters.

"Robin, are you sure about this?"

Hiding behind a nearby hut, Linetter peaked her head out of a corner to see Grimborn's daughter speaking with a boy her age. The two of them held each other's hands and faced each other.

"Of course, I'm sure, Alina. Ever since I met you back in Scandinavia, I was... captivated by you. You're an incredible woman, and I love you," he then placed a tender hand on the cheek. "I will ask for your father's blessing, and I have a feeling that he will approve." As they knocked on Viggo's door, Linette made her move.

With a handheld crossbow in her hand, she laced the bolt with a tranquilizing agent to put Alina's suitor to sleep. Lifting the bow and aiming, Linette pulled the trigger and struck Robin down, and in seconds, he collapsed, sound asleep. Emerging out of the shadows and moving like a Speed Stinger, the young hunter seized Alina from behind, drawing a dagger and pressing it to her throat.

"Alina!"

Viggo cried out as he saw her daughter held at knifepoint by this unknown assailant. Before the elder Grimborn could make a move, a dragon the likes of which he hadn't seen before landed behind the young hunter, and Linette flashed him a sinister grin before bashing the butt of her dagger into the back of Alina's head, knocking her out. After throwing the younger Grimborn on the back of her dragon and taking off to the sky, Viggo quickly summoned his Skrill, Starscream to his side. Within moments, the storm dragon was by his rider's side, and Viggo urged his bonded dragon to give chase.

Whoever it was that had just kidnapped his daughter, Viggo was certain of one thing, and it was that this was their last mistake. He would retrieve his daughter and kill the assailant himself.

(Hiccup's hut)

Within the King of Vikings hut, the young king was face to face with his mother, who was finally ready to talk about whether or not he shared similar feelings for her as she does for him. Some part of him wanted to delay this conversation because a small piece of him still believed that they shouldn't cross the line between morality and immorality. But then again, he was sleeping with countless women who weren't his wife, and he was neck-deep in immorality, according to the Christian clans.

"Before I say anything, Mom, I... I'm sorry if I've been putting you off—"

"I understand, Hiccup," Valka quickly reassured. "The weight of kingship is a heavy one, a weight that Astrid, your lovers, and those you trust, myself among them, have been trying to make less heavy for you. But I understand."

Hiccup chewed on his lower lip, smiling at her in thanks, before clearing his throat. "Right, so uh, let's talk about how I feel about you." Valka nodded in response, her heart was racing, and whatever his answer was, she was willing to accept it.

"So... your attraction for me began the moment you recognized me back at the old alpha's nest?"

"Yes. Even when I recognized you as my son, I... I knew that my feelings for you would never truly be reciprocated. Had things gone differently back then, and had your father survived, I would be with him for his sake and my own."

"I sense a 'but' here."

"But had your father survived, I don't think I would become his wife once again. Hiccup, I was a young woman when I married your father. Eighteen winters old. I had been forced to marry a man ten years older than me. Not just any man either. The future chief of the Isle of Berk. An island that was almost as if not entirely ostracized me, like you once were." Hiccup's face softened as he continued to listen to her. "Your father was born and raised to be a dragon killer. Whereas, I refused to fight dragons and actively interfered with those trying to kill them. There were only so many times Stoick could've been able to cover for me. He was the chief by then. And as the wife of the chief, I was out there preventing the Vikings from fighting the dragons that he once called 'devils.' That, and back then, we didn't have anything in common."

"Mom—"

"We clashed constantly on our beliefs towards dragons. Like you, I was an outcast among the Hairy Hooligans because I showed sympathy towards the dragons, and because of this, your father shielded me from those who wished to do me harm for interfering in dragons' raids, so long as I did the wifely thing and bore him an heir." Shaking her head, Valka sighed heavily. "The rest is history. After I was taken by Cloudjumper, I chose not to come back because I believed you would be better off without an outcast of a mother. And I couldn't bear the thought of you being forced to choose between me and Stoick when you grew older. Had you chosen to follow in your father's footsteps, I would either be sent to Outcast Island or worse. Had you chosen to follow in my footsteps, Stoick... oh, I fear what he would do. Especially back then, his hatred towards the dragons was fierce."

Pursing his lips, Hiccup rubbed the back of his neck before tilting his head in question. "So you're saying that you never loved my father?"

"It's... complicated, Hiccup," Valka looked into the fireplace and watched the flames dancing before speaking softly. "I wasn't the wife he wanted or deserved." She then chuckled dryly. "You should've seen how your grandmother was towards me. She was constantly trying to get me to eat large amounts of food and put more meat on my bones just so that I could keep up with her son."

Seeing the pain etched on his mother's facial features, Hiccup could relate. He remembered how his people used to hate his guts because he was sickly and physically inferior to the rest of them and that he was different. But after fifteen years of torment and scorn, Hiccup was so thankful that the gods took pity on him and gave him Toothless, and everything else that led up to this point.

"You turned out incredible if you ask me."

Smiling at Hiccup, Valka was quick to reply. "Well, you're not bad yourself."

The memories of when he had first flown with his mother back at the old alpha sanctuary filled Hiccup's mind as they both shared a laugh. When the laughter died down, the two then came together for a warm embrace, simply savoring each other's company and taking comfort in the fact that even though they're both different than the average Viking, they needn't change who they are for the gratification of man.

"You don't need to change or be someone that you aren't around me, Mom," Hiccup murmured against her ear. "Your feelings for me have left you feeling as though I might reject you, but you're wrong."

Before Valka could even react, Hiccup pulled back just enough to face her and then brought her in for a kiss, one that caused the older woman to gasp against his soft, warm lips, but one she quickly returned. Smiling against him, Valka felt as though her heart would beat right out of her chest as she was finally kissing Hiccup. The feeling of his hands on her hips, his chest pressing against hers, his lips against hers, and his scent was enough to make Valka very lightheaded.

Pulling away from her lips so she could catch her breath, Hiccup looked deeply into her eyes and gave her a soft smile. "Your feelings are shared. Mine began the moment we flew together back at the old alpha's nest. How you fly and interact with the dragons is just... wow," Valka giggled at his awestruck expression, but was beaming at his words. He then shot her a playful grin as well as playfully smacking her backside cheekily. "So much for unlocking every mystery of dragons as mother and son, now it's much more."

Valka's boisterous laugh and clutching her belly made Hiccup grin widely, gods, her laugh was just one of the many things he loved about her. As her laughter ceased, Valka then gasped softly when Hiccup ran his hands underneath her yellow tunic to caress soft skin. Those hands then reached the waistband of her brown leggings and skirt wraps before pulling them down halfway to her toned thighs. Valka quickly shucked off her boots and watched with bated breath as Hiccup even lifted her tunic to kiss along her collarbone before descending to her chest.

"H-Hiccup, ooh!"

It was wrong to speak his name in such a way, Valka knew this, but she had given into her desire for the good, fair, and compassionate young man who happened to be her son. Her mouth fell open and she let out a hoarse moan as Hiccup undid her breast wraps and kissed between the valley of her breasts before taking each mound of ample flesh in his hands and kissing along them. Eventually, he took a nipple in his mouth and looked up at her while tonguing the swollen bud, and Valka recalled how he once nursed from her breasts as a small babe, but now he was a man indulging in forbidden fruit. And by the look of it, he was enjoying himself greatly, as was she.

"Mmm, yes," Valka purred while cradling his head against her chest. "Gods, Hiccup, so good."

"Mmmm."

After spending a good amount of time making love to her breasts, his mouth left a trail of kisses down her belly and as he undid her undergarments, Hiccup could smell her arousal and he could see how wet she was. Looking up into her eyes for permission, Valka nodded her head, reassuring him to continue, and when he dove in between her legs, the elder Haddock let out a choked cry while biting on one of her fingers. Hiccup's tongue was seemingly everywhere, kissing and licking everywhere. While continuing his ministrations, Hiccup looked up at her, and as the two locked eyes, the intimacy and heat between them only seemed to burn brighter.

"Yes... perfect... nice and slow and lick me right... t-there!" He found her clit and started to swipe his tongue across it, making Valka gasp with the sensations. "Perfect... so good, o-oh! Just keep going, Hiccup and you'll make me cum..."

His tongue relented on her clit and within a short time, she felt her body start to crest. "GODS! YES!" She cried loudly as her orgasm crashed over her with intensity. Practically purring in delight, Valka patted Hiccup softly on the head to signal to him that he could get up. She was excited for more, she needed more. She wanted to have Hiccup inside her, just as she had fantasized for a long time now.

"Take off your clothes."

Obliging his mother's request, Hiccup stripped out of his clothes, eyeing her with blatant desire and love as she too stripped out of the rest of her clothes. Once he pulled his pants down, his impressive cock popped out and Valka almost gasped. She had seen it before when she watched him being intimate with his wife and other lovers, but still, his cock was a sight to behold; it was a gorgeous thick monster, perfectly groomed around the base. Even the veins were thick. There was a small pearl of precum weeping on the head, but it looked like a massive iron rod. She couldn't wait to have it inside her.

Without even hesitating Valka slid forward and took Hiccup into her mouth. He cried out loudly when she enveloped him and took him as deep as she possibly could. She had fantasized about doing this for a very long time, and now that she was finally living out that fantasy, Valka was determined to make the most of it.

"Mmm... mmm..."

"O-Oh, gods! M-Mom!"

She let her mouth vibrate around his cock, hearing him moan with pleasure, and grip her head to allow him to gently hump her mouth. His shaft tasted wonderful and she couldn't wait for more. Her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, and her strokes were slicked by her saliva as she pumped her hand in time with her mouth, causing Hiccup to writhe and moan at the pleasant sensations.

Valka gasped when Hiccup suddenly withdrew himself out of her mouth. It was glistening with her saliva and as she looked up into his eyes, she could see that he was ready to hump her. As was she.

Leading him to the nearby sofa bed that was cushioned in thick fur and had two large pillows, Valka laid back and felt her heart beating faster as Hiccup loomed over her while settling between her legs. Slowly but surely, he inched himself inside of her until their hips were flushed together and they both shared a heated moan. While simply savoring the connection and reality of them doing this, Hiccup tucked in a strand of her hair behind her ear and gave her a cheeky grin.

"So, is this everything you dreamed of?"

Laughing, she reached up to caress his arm. "No. It's better than what I dreamed," they then came together for a kiss before Valka looked down to where they were joined before looking back up at him. "You can move." Nodding, Hiccup began to pump inside of her at a slow yet firm pace. The silky heat surrounding him was divine, and the young king knew how wrong this was, but he had already crossed the line between right and wrong by sleeping with multiple women, and therefore violating his marriage.

"Good gods, you're so hot, s-so tight!" Hiccup groaned as he continued to thrust inside of Valka. "Does that feel good, Mom? Having your boy doing this to you?"

"Y-Yes!"

"Yeah?"

"Yes, so good, Hiccup!"

Cradling his cheek in one hand, Hiccup found himself leaning into her tender touch, pressing a kiss into her palm, causing Valka to beam at his response to her touch. He continued his actions, determined to bring them both to the heights of pleasure. Valka, however, didn't want it to end just yet. She surprised Hiccup by flipping them over and straddling him.

In this new position, Valka moaned at the feeling of Hiccup's cock so deep inside of her, it was overwhelming, but not unwelcome. Eventually, she began to ride him to the point where they were both gasping for air. Her body was wound so tight, and Valka knew it was just a matter of time before she would reach her end. Hiccup then sat forward and grabbed her hands in his before pinning them to the sofa on either side of his head. He acknowledged that at this moment, she was in total control and that he was at her mercy as she rode him hard. Everything was a blur of passion and desire, despite wanting to savor this moment together, both Hiccup and Valka knew that that was impossible. His eyes squeezed shut and his entire body went stiff as a board a moment before he roared like an enraged dragon.

The sheer sound of his roar of pleasure was enough to drive Valka over the edge. She too cried out, squeezing his hands while they both tumbled into sweet oblivion together. Her body spasmed and tightened around him with each shudder of his body. They both jerked and gasped as the sweetest little aftershocks tore through their bodies. As they basked in the afterglow of their first tryst, Valka grabbed onto his forearms seeking physical contact as well, and turned her head to give him a passionate open-mouthed kiss. Valka's fantasies of this moment paled in comparison to experiencing it in real life, for so long she feared that Hiccup wouldn't reciprocate her feelings, but now that they had crossed that line together, Valka knew how wrong it was to do this with him, she didn't care, she loved Hiccup and wanted to be with him not just as a lover but someone who he could truly depend on.

"Mom, are you alright?"

Smiling, she turned, and cupped his chin in one hand, hauling him in for a deep, passionate kiss. After breaking the kiss, Valka rubbed her nose against his. "Fine, Hiccup, it's just... that was better than I expected," she sighed happily.

Returning her smile, he then caressed her forehead before pursing his lips. "I'm going to have to tell Astrid about this. You know that, right?"

"I know. And I'll be there with you when you tell her."

Nodding in thanks, he then leaned down to rest his head on her warm chest. "I love you," he murmured against her breasts.

Pressing a kiss against his hair, Valka wrapped them both in the thick furs before murmuring back. "I love you too, Hiccup," cradling his head against her bosom, Valka reveled in the heat of their naked flesh melded together and the fact that they had come together in such an intimate way. Sleep overtook them both quickly, and Valka fell asleep with a smile on her face and the man she loved in her arms.

(Germanic forests)

"Faster, Starscream!"

The Skrill barked over his shoulder and narrowed his eyes as he flapped his wings harder, attempting to catch up to the Linette and her hybrid dragon. In the years he had been out in Scandinavia and hiding, Viggo had become an exceptional dragon rider, the bond he and Starscream shared was unlike any the man had experienced in his life, and as the Skrill trusted him with his life, Viggo trusted his dragon to aid him in getting his daughter back.

As they flew through the Germanic forests, flying over and across monstrous trees and dense forest, Viggo would not dare have Starscream fire lighting, out of fear of starting a fire that could grow to monstrous proportions as well as out of fear for his daughter's safety, instead, he reached for a spare bow and a quiver full of arrows kept in his dragon's saddle bag. He nocked an arrow, lifted the bow, steadied his breathing, and took him before letting the arrow fly.

Linette looks over her shoulder and hisses as an arrow cuts her across the cheek, she then urges her dragon to fly faster as they are now right on top of the hunter camp. Descending to the ground, the young hunter merely waits for Viggo and his Skrill to touch down before grabbing the now-conscious Alina by her hair and ripping her off of her dragon and onto the ground.

"Let me go!"

"Shut your mouth!" Linette snarled into the younger Grimborn's ear before looking at Viggo, seeing him dismount his Skrill, and draw his fire sword. "That's close enough, Grimborn." Viggo sneered at the young hunter who held a dagger to his daughter's throat.

"Release her at once, or—"

"Or what?"

Viggo and Starscream were suddenly surrounded by Dragon Hunters armed with bows and crossbows, as well as dragons in these hunter's thrall. Not only were there hunters and enslaved dragons, but the Viking outlaws led by Savage, The Deviants. Understanding the situation and that he and Starscream were outnumbered, Viggo retracted his fire sword and held out his hands.

"Who leads here?"

Viggo saw another young woman approached, and although he had only heard tales of her infamy, he knew exactly who this woman was. She was the daughter of the late Grimmel the Grisly. The elder Grimborn felt his blood grow cold, realizing that the dragons in the settlement and the people who lived there were all equally in danger. Maintaining a calm and collected demeanor, Viggo spoke up.

"What do you want?"

Grinning wickedly, Zlobina approached. "Good. With your daughter in our grasp, you're smart enough to not try anything stupid," laughing quietly, the ruthless hunter then sneered. "I take it you know who I am, and who my father was. He brought the Night Fury species to the brink of complete extinction, and I'm here to finish what he started and end the King of Vikings and his precious Night Fury, and you're going to help me."

"I won't—"

"Oh, but you will," Zlobina smirked before gesturing to Viggo's captive daughter. "For her sake, you will do exactly what I say."

Despite wanting to run the daughter of Grimmel the Grisly through with his sword, Viggo knew that that course of action would only lead to him being riddled full of arrows. And despite having that done to him in years past, he doubted he would survive such an ordeal a second time. He now had to betray the man he had sworn fealty to for the sake of ensuring his daughter's life was spared.

With a defeated look on his face, Viggo fell to his knees. "What would you have of me?" He asked his daughter's captive with gritted teeth.

"Father, no!" Alina cried out but inhaled sharply when Linette pressed her dagger harder against her throat.

Smirking, Zlobina replied coldly to Viggo. "Whatever I want." Her smirk was then replaced with a cruel sneer. "And if I so much as smell the faintest scent of betrayal, your daughter will pay the price. And it will be a terrible price, believe me." Turning to her men, she nodded at them. "Take her to the ship and secure her."

Watching as his daughter was dragged away was hard for Viggo to watch, and he couldn't do anything, lest he be struck down by arrows.

"Becoming a dragon sympathizer has made you soft, Grimborn," Zlobina approached and dragged one of her metallic claws along the back of Viggo's neck and elegant armor before grabbing his lower jaw with them, causing him to grunt softly. "I wonder if the old Viggo Grimborn is still buried deep inside of you. Now that I have your only child in my hands, we ought to coax him out of the blackest depths of your heart and show Hiccup Haddock that you haven't changed at all."

Maintaining his calm and collective persona, Viggo then breathed veiled threats. "You underestimate Hiccup Haddock at your peril, child. Continue to do so, and I will have no need to cut open your chest and rip out your heart, Hiccup Haddock will do it for me."

"Heh, don't count on it, old man," Zlobina then whispered in his ear. "What's coming for him and his people will lead to the complete and utter destruction of the Viking people and those who flock to Hiccup Haddock. Once they're out of the way, every last dragon within that settlement will be slaughtered or sold to the highest bidder." Releasing Viggo, Zlobina barked out orders to her men and allies. "Return to the camp!" Looking over her shoulder, she then threatened Viggo. "Don't bother trying to warn the Viking king of our presence, I have men who are already inside the Viking settlement, and they will keep eyes on you and report to me via Terror Mail if you misbehave."

"Your lust for revenge will not end well for you, that I promise you."

Smirking, Zlobina shrugged. "We'll see." And in the blink of an eye, she was gone, along with her men, leaving Viggo alone with his dragon.

A/N: And the plot thickens!