A/N: We've reached the twenty chapter limit before I wrap up this story. I wish I could prolong this story, but I'm gonna be honest, my motivation to continue this story is dying, but I think if I play my cards right, I can wrap up this story with just fifty chapters. Anyway, for this chapter, it's Hiccup hooking up with Raya who gives Namaari a good time at the same time.
(The Citadel)
As Drago Bludvist stood on his balcony, overlooking the massive armies and dragon forces gathered below, a dark smirk played on his lips. The power at his command was unmatched, a formidable force ready to crush any who dared oppose him. His eyes gleamed with an insatiable hunger for vengeance, fixed on the kingdom of Hiccup Haddock as his ultimate target.
The sight of the vast armada of ships and armies stretched out before him filled Drago with a sense of invincibility. The combined might of the Northern Alliance, Muslim Coalition, Dragon Hunter and Trapper remnants, Blackstone Legion knights, and Viking mercenaries under Harald Haraldson was a force to be reckoned with, a force that would bring destruction to his enemies.
With a commanding presence, Drago surveyed the troops below, his mind clear and focused on his ultimate goal. The memory of his previous defeat at the hands of Hiccup only fueled his desire for revenge, driving him forward with a relentless determination to crush his enemies once and for all.
As the final preparations were made for the impending battle, Drago's heart pounded with anticipation. The time for retribution was at hand, and he relished the thought of facing Hiccup on the battlefield, ready to unleash his fury and power upon the kingdom that had dared to defy him.
As Kjell Bludvist entered the throne room, his imposing figure filled the space with a sense of authority. His eyes met his father's, and with a firm nod, he began to relay the unexpected news from their Dragon Flyers' recent mission in the Hidden World.
"Father, our Dragon Flyers have returned from the operation, but they encountered an unforeseen obstacle," Kjell explained, his voice betraying a hint of curiosity. "They did not find more dragons as intended, but instead, they captured a Viking explorer named Skulder the Archaeologist. He appears to be on a quest for a rare species of dragon rumored to reside in our lands."
Drago listened intently, his interest piqued by the mention of the mysterious Viking explorer. The name Skulder the Archaeologist sparked a flicker of recognition in his mind, a reputation for uncovering ancient secrets and unearthing hidden knowledge that preceded him.
Intrigued by the potential value of this unexpected captive, Drago's mind began to churn with possibilities. The presence of someone like Skulder could provide valuable insights into the hidden depths of the Hidden World, information that could prove invaluable to their dragon army's expansion.
"Bring this Skulder the Archaeologist to me," Drago commanded, his voice resonating with authority. "I wish to speak with him personally and learn more about his intentions and what he seeks within our realm. We may yet find a use for his expertise in our pursuit of power."
With a determined nod, Kjell left to retrieve the captured Viking explorer, leaving Drago alone with his thoughts. The arrival of Skulder had introduced a new element of intrigue into their plans, and Drago was eager to unravel the secrets that this enigmatic figure held, knowing that his knowledge could be the key to unlocking even greater power and domination in their quest for supremacy.
As Kjell and the two Dragon Flyers entered the throne room, their captive, Skulder the Archaeologist, was brought forward and presented to Drago. The explorer's appearance was rugged and weathered, bearing the marks of countless journeys and adventures in distant lands. His sharp eyes held a glint of defiance, a testament to his resilience in the face of captivity.
Drago regarded Skulder with a calculating gaze, taking in the explorer's demeanor and aura of knowledge and experience. The presence of someone like Skulder in his midst was both intriguing and potentially advantageous, his expertise in ancient lore and dragon knowledge a valuable asset that could benefit their cause.
Skulder, though bound by the Dragon Flyers, met Drago's gaze with a mixture of curiosity and determination. His unruly beard and tattered explorer's attire spoke of a life spent in pursuit of hidden truths and forgotten legends, a fact that did not escape Drago's keen observation.
"Skulder the Archaeologist," Drago addressed the captive with a tone that bore a hint of respect for the explorer's reputation. "You have ventured into our domain in search of something rare and valuable. Tell me, what is it that drives you to risk so much in pursuit of this elusive treasure?"
Skulder remained silent for a moment, weighing his words carefully before responding. "Great Drago Bludvist, ruler of these lands, I seek not mere riches or glory, but the knowledge and power that lie hidden within the depths of the Hidden World. There are secrets yet to be uncovered, ancient truths waiting to be revealed, and dragons of untold power that may hold the key to unlocking them."
The explorer's words struck a chord with Drago, resonating with his own thirst for power and domination. A sense of kinship formed between the two, united by their shared desire to unravel the mysteries of the world and harness its hidden potential.
With a nod of approval, Drago gestured for Skulder to be unbound, a gesture of trust and respect for the explorer's wisdom and determination. "Skulder the Archaeologist, it seems we share a common goal. Join me in unlocking the secrets of the Hidden World, and together, we shall forge a path to unrivaled power and glory."
Skulder's question hung heavy in the air, his voice low and filled with a sense of foreboding. The explorer's gaze bore into Drago's, a silent challenge beneath the surface as he awaited the ruler's response. In that moment, the tension in the throne room was palpable, the weight of unspoken threats and possibilities hanging between them.
Drago, unfazed by Skulder's subtle defiance, met the explorer's gaze with a steely resolve. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, a glint of darkness flickering within their depths as he considered the implications of the question posed to him.
"Skulder the Archaeologist," Drago began, his voice measured and controlled. "You stand at a crossroads, a choice that will shape the course of your destiny. Refusal of my offer will not come without consequences, for those who defy me are met with the full force of my wrath."
The ruler's words carried a weight of authority and power, a reminder of the strength that lay at his command. The dragons under his control were not merely beasts of war but instruments of destruction, capable of laying waste to entire kingdoms and empires if he so desired.
"As the ruler of these lands, I hold the keys to a power unlike any other," Drago continued, his tone tinged with a hint of menace. "Those who stand against me will find themselves crushed beneath the might of my dragons, their defiance a folly that will end in ruin."
Skulder's expression remained neutral, his resolve unwavering in the face of Drago's veiled threats. He knew the stakes were high, the consequences dire, but he was a seeker of truth and knowledge, unwilling to bow to tyranny and oppression without a fight.
With a firm nod, Skulder spoke in a voice that rang with defiance and determination. "I may be but one man against your coalition and dragons, Drago Bludvist, but I will not sacrifice my principles for the sake of power and dominion. The world may tremble at your feet, but there are those who will always resist tyranny and fight for a future built on freedom and justice."
As Skulder's words echoed through the throne room, a tension lingered in the air, a silent challenge laid down before Drago. The stage was set for a clash of wills, a battle of ideals that would shape the destiny of the world and determine the fates of all who stood on either side of the impending conflict.
Drago's dark chuckle reverberated through the throne room, a chilling sound that sent shivers down the spines of all present. His eyes gleamed with a cruel intensity as he spoke, his words dripping with malice and ambition.
"Skulder the Archaeologist, you speak of resisting tyranny and upholding principles, but know this: in the face of my power, all will crumble," Drago declared with a cold certainty. "Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III and his people are but a stepping stone on my path to domination. Their Night Fury and the dragons of the Scandinavian people will bow before me or be crushed beneath my heel."
The ruler's words carried an ominous weight, a portent of the devastation that awaited those who dared to oppose him. The promise of extinguishing the light of a people and subjugating their dragons to his will hung heavy in the air, a grim reminder of the fate that awaited all who stood in his path.
"I will forge an army unlike any the world has ever seen," Drago continued, his voice filled with a chilling resolve. "With the might of my dragon army, I will lay waste to all who dare defy me, leaving a trail of destruction in my wake that will strike fear into the hearts of all who oppose my rule."
Skulder's expression remained stoic, his defiance unbroken in the face of Drago's threats. The explorer knew the stakes were high, the danger imminent, but he stood firm in his beliefs, ready to face the darkness that loomed on the horizon.
With a final nod of acknowledgment, Drago's gaze lingered on Skulder, a silent promise of the chaos and devastation that awaited. The stage was set for a confrontation of epic proportions, a clash between tyranny and freedom, power and resistance, with the fate of the world hanging in the balance.
As Drago Bludvist approached Skulder the Archaeologist, a menacing smirk played on his lips, casting a shadow of foreboding over the throne room. The ruler's presence loomed over the explorer, his aura of power and dominance palpable in the air as he spoke with chilling certainty.
"Skulder, you may think yourself strong-willed and defiant, but make no mistake," Drago's voice held a dangerous edge, a promise of consequences for those who dared to oppose him. "I will have your cooperation, whether willingly given or forcefully taken. Should you choose to resist, you will find that there are fates far worse than death awaiting those who defy me."
The ruler's words sent a chill down Skulder's spine, a cold realization of the depths of Drago's ruthlessness and cruelty. The threat of a fate worse than death lingered in the air, a silent warning of the torment and suffering that awaited should the explorer choose to stand against the ruler's will.
"I hold the power of life and death in my hands," Drago continued, his voice low and menacing. "Should you continue to resist, you will not live to explore the remaining mysteries the world has to offer. Your defiance will be met with swift and merciless retribution, a lesson to all who dare to challenge my rule."
Skulder met Drago's gaze with a steely resolve, his jaw set in determination as he braced himself for the storm that was about to descend upon him. The explorer knew that the path ahead was treacherous, fraught with danger and uncertainty, but he was prepared to face whatever atrocities the ruler might unleash in his pursuit of power.
With a final warning glare, Drago's eyes bore into Skulder's, a silent command that brooked no resistance. The stage was set for a confrontation that would test the limits of courage and resolve, a battle of wills between a tyrant bent on domination and a lone explorer determined to stand against the darkness that threatened to consume them all.
Skulder stood before Drago, his heart heavy with the weight of the decision he was about to make. Despite his loyalty to Hiccup and his fellow Vikings, Skulder knew that the threat Drago posed was too great to ignore. In a moment of grim resolve, the explorer made a fateful choice, a dangerous gamble that could be the key to saving his people from the impending doom.
"Drago Bludvist," Skulder spoke with a tone of feigned submission, his eyes betraying a flicker of cunning beneath the façade of compliance. "I will join you, for I see the power you wield and the might of your dragon army. Together, we shall forge a path to victory and conquest that the world has never seen."
As Skulder's words of allegiance reached Drago's ears, the madman's smirk widened with satisfaction. The explorer's apparent capitulation fueled Drago's ego, confirming his belief in his own invincibility and superiority. Little did the tyrant know that Skulder's true intention was far from submission.
Inwardly, Skulder braced himself for the deception he was about to enact, the elaborate ruse that would see him gain Drago's trust and access to vital information that could turn the tide in their favor. It was a dangerous game he was playing, a gamble with stakes higher than he had ever faced before.
As the alliance between Skulder and Drago sealed with a nod and a handshake, the stage was set for a complex dance of deceit and manipulation. With every move, Skulder plotted and schemed, knowing that the fate of his people and dragons hung in the balance, and that he would do whatever it took to ensure their survival against the merciless onslaught that awaited them.
In the shadow of impending conflict and destruction, Skulder's resolve burned like a beacon of hope, a lone light in the darkness that promised a chance for salvation in the face of overwhelming odds. With a heavy heart and a determined spirit, he steeled himself for the treacherous path ahead, ready to navigate the treacherous waters of deception and betrayal in the name of preserving life and liberty for his people.
(Frankia— Paris)
Aud Haraldsdottir, vassal queen of Paris, was training a group of young shield maidens in the center of Notre Dame, she was instructing them how to form a strong, impenetrable shield wall. Because in battle, they needed to be strong, especially women. These young shield maidens were the future of the Fairhair dynasty, and Aud viewed them as her children when she wasn't busy attending to the matters of state, trade, or other business dealings with Paris' true rulers, Gudleif and Dotta, she would be training the young how to become warriors, she would be attempting to train a dragon of her own, and find a man worthy of her and help her produce an heir to further her family bloodline.
Ever since she agreed to become the vassal queen of Paris, Aud came to understand that Hiccup Haddock was a king who was worth following. Despite her initial resentment for the man when he had denied her and her family the chance to avenge Folkwin's murder at the hands of Paris' last ruler, Aud was a joint ruler along with Gudleif and Dotta, the true rulers of Paris, but in truth, their influence was dwindling day by day. Especially since Aud was the one who was allowing trade and other business ventures in Paris to flourish and fill everyone's pockets with coin, the city's defenses were strengthened, and the citizens of Paris were granted the freedom to worship their god, despite the Vikings, those of pagan standing that is, viewed God as false.
Regardless, Aud had proven herself capable of upholding her deal with Hiccup. She was doing well as the vassal queen of Paris, and she would remain loyal to her king and not walk down the path of treachery and betrayal.
However, the true test of her loyalty would begin.
After training a group of young girls, Aud approached a bucket of mead, grabbed a clean cup, and helped herself to a much-needed drink. While drinking, one of her shield maidens approached. "Princess Aud, there are three Vikings that have come to have words with you," the warrior continued, "I do not recognize them, but they claim to be mercenaries under the command of your brother, Ulfbjorn the Undefeated."
Aud's eyes widened in shock. She had heard nothing from her brother, Ulfbjorn in years. She knew that her brother wanted to explore the world beyond Scandinavia and experience every pleasure, thrill, and excitement there was. But more importantly, she knew that Ulfbjorn wanted to make his wealth in conquests, and there was no better way to make wealth than offering your services as a warrior to people who could pay you handsomely.
"Bring my brother's men to me."
The warrior nodded at Aud's demand and left to fetch the three mercenaries. Grabbing a seat in the shade, Aud had many thoughts running through her mind as she contemplated as to why her brother's men would be here for her. The likelihood of their presence here was to tell her that her brother had met a warrior's end and was now supping with Odin and the rest of the Æsir in Valhalla, or perhaps they were here to tell her that her brother was not dead but alive and wanted to visit her and catch up, and finally, these mercenaries were here to perhaps tell Aud that her brother needed something from her.
Either way, she would soon find out.
Three warriors soon approached the table that Aud was seated at, two of them were men and the other was a woman. "Princess Aud, I presume?" One of the warriors asked.
With a nod of confirmation, Aud offered the warriors mead. "Welcome to Paris," she then eyed the warriors with curiosity. "So, you three serve my brother, Ulfbjorn?"
"Aye," the other male warrior said, "I am Alf Boesson."
"I am Oleif Gudrodsson," the other male warrior said with a nod.
"And I am Una Kolskeggdottir," the female warrior said before stating the business of their presence. "We are here on behalf of your brother and your father."
Aud looked around her to ensure that Hiccup's agents weren't around, because what her brother's warriors were here to talk about had become clear as day. They were here to persuade Aud to break her oath to Hiccup and join her family in claiming the throne. This was a dangerous subject to talk about, it was suicidal to talk about it in the open like this because Hiccup had left behind people loyal to him and were to report any talk of treachery.
"My brother sent you here to persuade me to join him and my father in challenging Hiccup Haddock's claim to the Viking throne?" The three warriors nodded in affirmation. With a heavy sigh, Aud took a drink of her mead and shook her head. "My father wouldn't be stupid enough to challenge Hiccup with just my brother and his mercenary army. Who else does he have backing him?"
Speaking in a hushed tone, Alf spoke up. "The mad warlord, Drago Bluudvist, and his great army of foreigners and dragons," he continued with a smirk, "Aud, you should have seen all of the might that that man has gathered... Hiccup Haddock and his kingdom will not be enough to stop the madman."
Aud couldn't believe what she was hearing. She knew that her father was desperate to claim what he believed was rightfully his, but to cast his lot with Drago Bludvist was a step too far! Surely, his lust for power hadn't blinded him to the fact that that madman couldn't be trusted, not only that but if he and his Northern Alliance were coming for the Scandinavians under Hiccup's rule, then what's to stop them from coming for the Fairhair dynasty as well and ultimately wiping all trace of Viking and Scandinavian people off of the face of Midgard.
"Has my father lost his mind?!" Aud hissed to the three mercenaries before her. "Drago Bludvist cannot be trusted!"
Una quickly reassured Aud's statement. "He knows that, which is why he and your brother plan to deal with him when the time is right!" She then continued. "But at the moment, they need to know if you and your mother stand with them or if you wish to continue to rot here in Paris for the sake of keeping it warm for Hiccup Haddock."
Una's words resonated with Aud, stirring a mix of conflicting emotions within her. Aud knew the dangers that Drago Bludvist posed, his treachery and ambition a threat to everything her family had built. Yet, the idea of standing against him, of waging war and risking everything they held dear, gave her pause.
Her gaze flickered between the mercenaries, her mind racing with uncertainty and fear. She couldn't deny the allure of the familiar comforts of Paris, the safety and security it offered, even if it came at the cost of complacency and stagnation.
But then Aud thought of her family, of her father and brother risking their lives to protect their world from the likes of Drago. She thought of her mother, a fierce warrior in her own right, who had always instilled in her the importance of standing up for what was right, no matter the cost.
With a steely resolve, Aud squared her shoulders and met Una's gaze with determination. "I stand with my family," she declared, her voice unwavering. "We cannot let Drago go unchecked, we must confront him before it's too late."
Una's eyes gleamed with approval, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. "Good," she said, her tone firm. "Together, we will face whatever challenges come our way, united in our cause and our commitment to protect our kin and our world."
As Aud made her decision, a sense of purpose settled within her, a fire of defiance and courage burning bright in her heart. With her family by her side, she knew they would face the coming storm head-on, standing strong against the darkness that threatened to engulf them all.
Unknown to her brother's warriors, however, Aud only said what they wanted to hear her say. She would not partake in such madness, not for the sake of power. Making an alliance with a man of dishonor such as Drago Bludvist was a betrayal that Aud had not seen coming from her brother, Ulfbjorn. She could understand her father stooping so low to secure power, but not Ulfbjorn, he was a warrior who valued honor, but not his honor was tainted by associating himself with Drago Bludvist.
After having her warriors provide her brother's warriors with hospitality and comfort before leaving Paris, she knew that she would need to discuss this matter with her mother, Gora.
Upon reaching her mother's bed chambers, Aud knocked on the closed door and heard her mother grant permission to enter. Opening the door, the vassal queen laid eyes on her mother combing her hair in front of a mirror while seated at a makeup desk.
"Mother."
Looking at her daughter's reflection in the mirror, Gora gave a nod in greetings. "Daughter," as she continued to comb her hair, she then raised a curious eyebrow. "What is it that you have to say to me? You seem troubled."
Snorting softly as she closed the door behind her, Aud nodded. "I am troubled, mother. Very troubled," seating herself on her mother's bed, the vassal queen pinched the bridge of her nose and looked at her mother. "It's father and... Ulfbjorn."
Ceasing her combing, Gora turned to face her daughter and gave her her undivided attention. "Do tell, daughter," she urged. "What has your father done now? And what does Ulfbjorn have to do with this?" As Gora listened intently as Aud relayed the treacherous alliance between her father, brother, and Drago Bludvist. Her expression remained unreadable as she absorbed the gravity of the situation, her eyes reflecting a mix of concern and calculation.
"Are you certain of this, Aud?" Gora inquired after Aud told her what transpired between her and Ulfbjorn's warriors, her voice steady yet tinged with a hint of underlying worry. "This is not a matter to be taken lightly. If what you say is true, our family is treading dangerous waters."
Aud nodded solemnly, her gaze unwavering. "I heard what my brother's warriors speak of what father and Ulfbjorn plan to do. They seek to betray Hiccup and seize power for themselves, even if it means aligning with a man as ruthless and dishonorable as Drago Bludvist."
Gora's brow furrowed in contemplation, her mind undoubtedly racing with the implications of such betrayal. "We must act swiftly and decisively," she declared, her tone firm and resolute. "Our loyalty lies with what is right and just, not with power-hungry schemers who would bring ruin upon us all."
Aud felt a wave of apprehension wash over her as she voiced her fears to Gora about the potential repercussions of their actions being discovered by Hiccup's people within the walls of Paris. The thought of betrayal hanging over them like a dark cloud threatened to unravel all they had worked to build.
Gora, ever the pillar of strength and wisdom, placed a reassuring hand on Aud's shoulder, her gaze filled with unwavering determination. "Do not let fear cloud your judgment, my daughter," she said with a firm yet soothing tone. "We must show Hiccup's people that we are loyal to his vision for the Viking people, that we stand united in our commitment to justice and truth."
With her mother's words echoing in her mind, Aud knew what needed to be done. She set out on a mission to find Hiccup's people within the walls of Paris, taking with her the message of loyalty and allegiance to Hiccup's cause.
Making her way through the bustling streets of Paris, Aud laid eyes on Randulfr Sigbrandsson, one of Hiccup's Kingsguards and leader of about a hundred loyal men who would see that Hiccup's will was enforced here in Paris. The man was in a heated sparring match with a handful of men. As Aud took a moment to watch Randulfr, she couldn't help but admire his prowess as a warrior, his commitment to his sworn king, and his just verdicts to those who oppose the will of King Hiccup within these walls. In fact, in the time she's been the vassal queen of Paris, Aud knew that if she wanted to ensure the bloodline of her family continued, she needed a partner. Not just any man, she desired a man who viewed and treated her as an equal, someone to confide in and share their deepest secrets with, and someone to both love and fight with.
Blushing as her thoughts settled on the prospect of Randulfr being that man, Aud shook her head and set her mind back on the purpose of seeking Hiccup's man out. When he had bested the last of his sparring opponents, Randulfr turned to Aud and extended his arms out. "All hail, Queen Aud Haraldsdottir," he said with sarcasm and respect. Wiping the sweat from his brow, the muscular, yet ruggedly handsome Viking tilted his head in curiosity. "Why have you come seeking me out?"
Chewing softly on her bottom lip, Aud beckoned him to follow her as they sat at a table under the shade. As Randulfr sat and poured himself a cup of ale, he gave her his attention while quenching his thirst. "You and your men were kept here by King Hiccup to enforce his will and see to it that my mother and I don't persuade our men to break our oath to Hiccup--"
"I know this," Randulfr said after setting his cup down and narrowed his eyes at the beautiful woman who sat across from him. "Get to the point."
Looking around to ensure there was no one eavesdropping on their conversation, Aud spoke in a hushed tone. "Warriors that belong to my brother, Ulfbjorn the Undeafted sought me out not long ago and tried to persuade me and the Vikings under the Fairhair dynasty in Paris to join them in an attempt to overthrow King Hiccup with the aid of Drago Bludvist and his Northern Alliance."
Randulfr sat straighter and his jaw clenched as he then drew a dagger that was tucked in his left boot and set it down between them on the table. Raising an eyebrow at the vassal queen, he asked in a low tone. "Why are you telling me this?"
"Because, unlike my father and brother, I am a warrior who keeps their word; I swore that I remain true to Hiccup and ensure Paris is still part of his kingdom, and I will not forfeit my place in Valhalla by breaking my oath to the king. Neither will my mother and the warriors under our command," leaning in close, Aud noticed how he tensed, but didn't reach for his dagger. "Look into my eyes and tell me that I am lying."
Obliging her, Randulfr looked deeply into her eyes and attempted to detect any trace of deception. He had a knack for telling who a liar was based on their body language and what they would do, and despite this talent, the Kingsguard saw no deception in Aud's eyes.
"Perhaps you are a good liar, or perhaps you are telling the truth," Randulfr reached for his dagger and tucked it back in the sheath strapped to his left boot before rising from his seat. "It's true, you, your mother, and your warriors have remained loyal to Hiccup's will, but loyalty can shift for many reasons. But if what you say is true, and you wish to maintain your honor, you will personally inform King Hiccup of this news via Terror Mail. The king will take the precautions needed to prepare, should your father and brother try to overthrow him with the aid of Bludvist and his army of foreigners."
Before taking his leave, Randulfr looked over his shoulder at Aud and gave her a firm nod. "I may still harbor doubts about your loyalty, Aud Haraldsdottir, but you have exhibited nothing but loyalty and honesty," he then looked over her briefly before speaking words of thanks. "Thank you for that."
Aud watched as Randulfr retrieved his sword and continued to spar with his men as if their discussion never happened. As she left, she toyed with her arm ring and felt another blush heat her cheeks as she thought of the genuine thanks Randulfr had given her. Briefly turning back, Aud saw the man she had become smitten by looking at her before grinning and then returning to sparring.
She was unsure if anything would transpire between them romantically, but Aud knew that he was a man that she wanted to be in good graces with. After all, he was one of Hiccup's bodyguards, and therefore, a direct link to the King of Vikings himself. Should her mother or any of her warriors flirt with treachery, their time in Midgard would be cut short, without having the honor of dying in battle and earning a seat at Odin's table.
That was a prospect that Aud didn't want to think about.
(Viking settlement)
As Hiccup Haddock reluctantly stirred from his slumber, the plush furs enveloping him in their warmth, he felt a sense of contentment wash over him. However, the presence of the equally warm and beautiful women who stood as his queens only made it harder for him to tear himself away from the comfort of his bed.
Astrid, Camicazi, Heather, and each woman who had been dubbed Fair Queen, gazed at him with a mixture of amusement, affection, and love as he struggled to extricate himself from their embrace. Their soft laughter filled the room, a melodious symphony that tugged at his heart in ways he couldn't ignore.
"Come on, Hiccup, duty calls," Astrid teased, her fingers tracing patterns along his bare chest, sending shivers down his spine.
Elsa, with her mischievous grin, leaned in closer, her lips grazing his cheek. "Or maybe you could just stay here with us. Who needs to be King of Vikings when you have all the queens you need right here?"
Heather, her eyes full of knowing, placed a gentle kiss on his lips, her touch like a promise of things unsaid. "We understand the weight of your responsibilities, but don't forget to take care of yourself too, my love."
Hiccup sighed, torn between the allure of staying in their warm embrace and the responsibilities that waited for him outside the cozy confines of his bed. With great reluctance, he finally extricated himself from their arms, the furs sliding off his body to reveal his strong, naked form in all its glory.
"Thank you, my queens," Hiccup said, his voice filled with gratitude and love. "I am blessed to have you by my side, always supporting me in my duties as King."
The women shared knowing looks amongst themselves, their bond with Hiccup strengthening with each passing moment. As he prepared to face the day ahead, they watched him with a mixture of pride and affection, knowing that no matter what challenges he faced as the King of Vikings, he would always have their unwavering support and love to guide him through. After a quick wash at the water basin, emptying his bladder, and dressing himself, he kissed every woman in his bed goodbye before throwing on his fur cloak over his shoulders and made his way to the Great Hall for food and drink.
As Hiccup made his way to the Great Hall, he was met to the sight of countless Vikings and Scandinavian people eating, drinking, and being merry as they prepared to begin their day. Surprisingly, his friends weren't in their usual spot, leading Hiccup to believe that they were either spending time with their respective partners or spending their morning in another way. Once he grabbed a plate of food and poured himself a mug of water, he found Mulan, Raya, and Namaari eating together and decided to eat with them.
"Good morning, everyone," Hiccup greeted with a warm smile.
Mulan glanced up, her eyes brightening when she recognized the Viking king. "Good morning, King Hiccup," she responded, gesturing for him to join them.
Raya nodded, her expression friendly but curious. "It's good to see you again, Your Majesty," she added.
Namaari, who had been engrossed in her food, looked up and gave a polite nod. "Your Highness," she acknowledged.
Hiccup took a seat beside them, settling into the comfortable atmosphere of shared camaraderie. "I wanted to thank all of you for your help during the Dragon Race. It wouldn't have been nearly as successful without your efforts in keeping the peace," he then looked over his shoulder to see Haesten the Hateful and his Danes eating together. "Had you not stopped Haesten's men, I fear blood would flow in this settlement." Turning back to the three women, he gave them a grateful smile. "Again, thank you."
Mulan smiled modestly. "We're always happy to help. After all, maintaining harmony is just as important as winning any battle."
Raya chuckled softly. "Couldn't have said it better myself."
Namaari, usually more reserved, offered a small, appreciative smile. "It was an honor to assist. Seeing the dragons and Vikings working together was truly inspiring."
Hiccup nodded, feeling a sense of pride swell within him. "That's what I hope for—humans and dragons coexisting peacefully. It's a vision we all share, across different lands and cultures."
As they continued to eat and have friendly discussions, Mulan soon rose from the table and told the group she promised she would help train some of the young shield maidens how to further defend themselves through martial arts. Hiccup, understanding the importance of his warriors learning new ways to fight and protect not only themselves but their people, nodded and bid Mulan farewell for now. He then turned back to Raya and Namaari who had finished their meals.
"So, what do you two have planned for the day?"
Raya washed the food she had eaten down with a drink of water before replying. "We had been communicating with our parents in Kumandra via Terror Mail, and received word of the Samurai of the Dawn Empire were seeking an alliance with Kumandra. Empress Ayu, leader of the Dawn Empire sought to confront one of her rivals who led a ferocious order of Samurai known as the Red Dragon Order led by Shogun Kagurazaka Yunosuke who had aligned himself and his army with Drago Bludvist," Raya continued as she shared a look with Namaari, "we've informed our parents that you and your people are worthy allies and if your kingdom sought an alliance with Kumandra, we could merge forces together."
"Kumandra's kingdoms have recently been united after we defeated a malevolent force called the Druun, prior to meeting you. With Kumandra having dragons of their own, our people and those who live there are capable of protecting themselves, and if you wish to face Drago Bludvist and his army, you'll need all the help you can get."
"I welcome Kumandra's help," Hiccup said before sighing. "I just can't believe Drago is still alive as well as his army."
Reaching out to place a comforting hand on top of Hiccup's, Raya gave him a smile. "We'll stop him, together," he returned her smile and gave her a firm nod. She then grasped his hand and gave him a look Hiccup was all too familiar with at this point. "When do you need to attend to your duties?"
"I still have time. Why?"
Smirking, Raya leaned in and purred. "I want to have sex," both Hiccup and Namaari's eyes widened at her words. Hiccup's surprised demeanor soon turned to him chuckling, causing Raya to give him a coy smirk. "What do you say?"
Shrugging, Hiccup stood up and gestured to the door. "Lead the way, princess," he then looked to Namaari. "Care to join us?"
"Seriously?"
Raya took her lover's hands and shrugged. "If you aren't comfortable being with Hiccup yet, I'll take care of you."
The three left the Great Hall, earning some looks from the onlookers, but others minded their business and continued eating. Upon reaching the Kumandran's hut, Hiccup was taken aback by the Asianic aesthetic of the home Raya and Namaari would want their domicile to remind them of home, and it was pleasing to the eye.
After closing and locking the door, Raya approached Hiccup with a coy smirk before pinning him against a nearby wall and kissing him deeply. The Viking grasped her hips and eagerly returned her kiss while threading one of his hands through her hair. Namaari watched with a surprised look, taken aback at Raya's straightforwardness, but she couldn't help but feel hot as Hiccup's smoldering gaze landed on her while continuing to kiss Raya.
Breaking their kiss, Hiccup smiled at Raya before setting his sights on Namaari and approaching her. Slowly reaching out, he asked softly. "May I kiss you?" Fang's princess was nervous, but after sharing a look with Raya, she turned back to Hiccup and nodded. Taking her face in one of his hands, Hiccup pressed his lips against Namaari's. Fang's princess was hesitant to kiss him at first, however, she couldn't help but appreciate the fact that he wasn't trying to force anything upon her. As Hiccup's other hand caressed the back of her neck, Namaari moaned softly at the pleasant tingles crawling down her spine because of his touch, and she let her hands explore.
Raya made her way towards the two until she was pressed against Namaari's back. "It's alright," she cooed against her lover's ear. "Don't be afraid to let him know how far you want to go."
Momentarily breaking the kiss with Namaari, the Viking king traced his thumb along her bottom lip and gave her a questioning look. "If you don't want to be involved, I won't hold it against you. But I know that Raya wants in on this," as Raya stripped out of her clothes, Hiccup looked over at Namaari and added. "It's up to you." Removing his clothes from his upper body, the king reached for Raya and kissed her. Returning his kiss, her hand palmed his rapidly growing bulge until she worked to unfasten his pants and lower them until he sprang out and was revealed for the two Kumandran's to behold.
"Beautiful,"
Raya felt a surge of desire as she knelt before Hiccup, her eyes locked with his as she took his length into her mouth. The sheer intensity of the moment made her heart race as she savored the weight and taste of him against her tongue.
She moved with expert precision, her lips gliding along his shaft, her hands caressing his thighs in a gesture of both reverence and hunger. Hiccup's breath hitched as he succumbed to the intoxicating sensation of her warm, wet mouth enveloping him.
Raya's movements grew more urgent, her pace quickening as she sought to drive him wild with pleasure. Hiccup's hands tangled in her hair, a low groan escaping his lips as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensation building within him.
The room filled with the sound of their ragged breathing and the wet, rhythmic sounds of their coupling. Raya's eyes gleamed with desire as she felt Hiccup approaching the brink of ecstasy, her ministrations pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
And as he finally succumbed to the intense pleasure coursing through him, he released with a shuddering groan, his body trembling with the force of his release. Raya savored the taste of him on her lips, a satisfied smile playing on her face as she knew they had just shared a moment of unparalleled intimacy.
"Now that you're standing tall and erect, take me properly."
Raya purred before making her way to the sofa and having Namaari lounge back while she removed her clothes. Reluctant at first, Namaari soon obliged her lover as reclined back and watched Raya settled between her legs and diving in, causing her to let out a sharp gasp and tilt her head back at the sensation of Raya licking along her slit. Hiccup soon approached from behind and positioned himself behind Heart's princess before inching himself inside of her until her backside was flushed against his lower abdomen. Moaning against Namaari's slit, Raya savored the feeling of the Viking king stretching her out, the delicious sensations made her lightheaded, but she returned her attention back to Namaari as Hiccup began to slowly thrust inside of her.
Hiccup was aware he had things to do this morning, so he needed to make this quick. Not wasting any time, he began to set a rhythm of strong, quick thrusts that had Raya pushing back against him while she was tending to Namaari. Speaking of the other Kumandran who was receiving pleasure from Raya, Hiccup couldn't help but admire the way she was savoring the pleasure she was experiencing. Her eyes were closed as she ran her tongue along her lips to wet her lips while a hand threaded through her hair and all but rode Raya's tongue. When her eyes opened again, she gave Hiccup a hooded look, as if she were silently telling him to bring Raya to the heights of pleasure. Obliging Namaari's silent demand, Hiccup's grip on Raya's hips tightened as he pounded himself into her silken heat while maintaining eye contact with the princess of Fang.
"Mmm, you're so good, Dep La,"
Namaari could feel her end approaching quickly, more so now that Raya, who was using her tongue, used her hands to knead and paw at her breasts. Throwing her head back in pleasure, Namaari's hands closed over Raya's as they both groped at her chest, all the physical and visual sensations of her lover pleasing her never failed to make Namaari lose her mind. The added visual of the Viking king pounding into Raya's silken heat only made Fang's princess hotter, and seeing his handsome face contort with pleasure and determination to bring her off was very pleasing to look at.
"Close!" Hiccup hissed through his teeth, he then cocked his head at Raya, who momentarily pulled back from between Namaari's legs as he inquired. "Where—?"
"Inside me," she said. "Come inside me." Raya saw the uncertainty in Hiccup's eyes, but she gave the Viking king a reassuring smile. "It's okay, Hiccup. I want this."
Nodding, Hiccup continued pounding inside of his lover, who in turn, returned her attention to Namaari. The chorus of moans, grunts, and sighs soon led to Fang's princess reaching her end first thanks to Raya's ministrations. While continuing to thrust into Raya's silken heat, Hiccup leaned forward until he was almost draping over her back so that he could not only continue to pound into her but also slide a hand down and fiddle with her clit.
A shrill shriek of pleasure slipped out of Raya's mouth as she pushed back against his thrusts and soon quaked as she reached her climax. Pulling himself up, Hiccup thrust inside of her several more times before he too reached his end. Panting heavily, and blowing a sweaty strand of his hair out of his face, Hiccup eventually pulled himself out of Heart's princess redressed himself, and looked outside one of the windows to see his Kingsguard who was undoubtedly looking for him.
"I need to go," Hiccup stated before looking back at Raya and Namaari. "Thank you, again, for your aid in ensuring that peace is kept in the settlement."
Giving the Viking king a firm nod, Raya smiled. "We are your humble servants," she then beckoned to the door with her head. "I would hate to hold you longer than we have. We'll see you soon, I hope?"
"Count on it."
Hiccup winked before leaving the Kumandran's hut and preparing himself for another day as king. As his Kingsguard approached and informed him of what needed to be done, Hiccup couldn't help but wonder if Raya would become pregnant with his child. If she did, she would bear a child that would never become an heir to his throne like the children he already had. However, he would still want nothing but blessings and good fortune for this child, if Raya did bear one.
Time will tell, he mused to himself, time will tell.
A/N: Again, I need to wrap this story up, because I feel my motivation to continue this story starting to wane. I hope you enjoyed the chapter, and I'll catch you in the next one.