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A/N: So I'm gonna do an "age of" series for Hiccup the Womanizer that will ultimately lead to the next major story of this series—The Heirs of Hiccup. New women will join Hiccup's harem while others merely have fun with him, some of whom you have requested, and others I had planned to bring into the story at some point.

(Northern Markets)

In the year following the return to Scandinavia, the defeats of Drago Bludvist, Apollyon, Harald Haraldson, the Northern Alliance, and countless other enemies, and King Hiccup's restoration of their lands by the magic of a genie, Scandinavian peoples wasted no time in taking advantage of the bounty of their now restored homeland.

But it was here, in the Northern Markets, a place of great trade, robbery, and shady characters gathered to prepare to set out and sell their wares to those who could afford to pay for the rare, exotic wonders they had to sell. Trade in Scandinavia was at an all-time high, now that the new capital of the Haddock Dynasty, and ultimately, the Northern Empire, was being established.

King Hiccup had drafted forced labor out of all Scandinavia, and the draft numbered fifty thousand men. Those who were master builders, carpenters, and architects oversaw the king's vision for the new capital, and those who would bring this place to life began to work without delay. Hiccup himself would visit often to aid in the work, mainly overseeing the construction of his home that would house his queen, harem, and heirs. Not only that, but he also oversaw and aided in the construction of a new Dragon Academy as well as the Great Hall. Besides Hiccup were some of his trusted jarls and their warriors to ensure order was kept and that none sabotaged the construction of this new capital. And to keep the laborers motivated to continue the work, Hiccup paid them weekly wages from the royal treasury to provide not only for themselves, but for their families.

Now, as new trade routes are opened, traders and merchants, both foreign and Scandinavian set sail to sell their wares to those in Hiccup's kingdom. However, in the wake of the defeat of those who opposed the Scandinavian peoples, the inhabitants of these lands experience a fragile peace; while trade and commerce promise prosperity and hope for the future of the Northern Empire, they also attract the unwanted attention of brazen and ambitious pirates, both foreign and otherwise.

Within one of many brothels the Northern Markets has to offer, a hooded figure was seated in a darkened booth, patiently waiting for a potential business partner. However, the potential partner in question had yet to arrive at the appointed time, and the patience of the figure seated in the brothel had just about run out. Just as they were about to take their leave, the doors to the brothel opened, revealing a large, muscular Viking with long, braided hair that was black as night, and a full beard. He wore a massive dark brown bear fur cloak that was draped over his broad shoulders, his body was coated in ebony leather armor with a protective coating of chainmail underneath the armor, and he had a shield strapped behind his back bearing a gnarly skull with the jaw agape painted on the dark wood.

"You're late."

The hooded figure seethed in annoyance as the burly Viking bought himself a horn of ale before making his way to the booth where the figure awaited him. "My apologies," though his apology was anything but genuine. "Raiding becomes you, especially when you master it." He chuckled before taking a large swig of ale.

"Yes. You Vikings are naturally born raiders, killers, and barbarians, Grimbeard," the hooded figure stated dryly. "But being a former warrior of nobility, I expect some manner of professionalism from you."

Grimbeard the Ghastly bared his teeth at the figure across from him. "Bold words from a woman," setting his horn of ale on the table, his hand rested on his sword hilt. "You called for this meeting. Say your piece, so that we can be on our way."

Lowering her hood, the woman was revealed for Grimbeard to behold. She was a slender, young woman with pale skin, auburn hair, red lips, and greyish-brown eyeshadow. "I am Lady Caine," she said by way of introduction. "And I have been collaborating with a vast web of pirate crews throughout Europe and beyond. And by summoning you here, I extend an invitation to you to join us in the hopes of not only amassing greater plunder, but also exacting revenge against our common enemy—Hiccup Haddock III."

Grimbeard, having been a former Hairy Hooligan, grew disillusioned with Stoick the Vast's decision to end killing dragons, even with the fall of the Red Death. And so Grimbeard, and a sizable number of Hairy Hooligans who refused to live amongst dragons sailed away from Berk and made a life of piracy amongst themselves, making their wealth from raiding and making the practice of enslaving both men and dragons alike and selling them to the highest bidder. But now, having been presented with the opportunity to exact revenge against Stoick's boy, the one who had somehow managed to sway the minds of hardened dragon killers to make peace with them was an opportunity that Grimbeard wouldn't allow to slip from his grasp.

"Let's say that I'm interested," Grimbeard began while stroking his beard. "What do I get out of this? Besides the promise of greater profits."

Smiling maliciously, Lady Caine replied. "The pirate crews that have amassed are formidable and eager to begin this Age of Piracy. But more than that, we will reap the bounty of Hiccup Haddock's empire and have enough wealth and resources to carve out kingdoms for ourselves," she then shrugged. "What you desire in this life, I couldn't care less about. So long as you decide to aid us."

Huffing in response, Grimbeard then raised a curious eyebrow. "You are no Viking. And therefore do not quarrel with the supposed "King of Vikings" and those who follow him," he then took his horn of ale and raised it to his lips. "Why do you seek revenge against Hiccup Haddock?"

As he drank, Lady Caine's reply was almost immediate. "It's not against him that I seek revenge against," she then clarified. "Rather, my vendetta is against those who share is bed—Arianna, former Queen of Corona, and her long lost daughter, Rapunzel."

"And what offense have they inflicted against you?"

"When I was a girl, the late King of Corona, Frederic and Arianna, who was his queen at the time, had suffered a great tragedy—the abduction of their sole heir, Rapunzel," Caine revealed before continuing with gritted teeth. "Because of this, King Frederic had ordered his guards to arrest all the criminals in the kingdom, as he believed that one of them had something to do with his daughter's kidnapping. One of the criminals was a petty thief, my father. I was enraged with my father's arrest as he had nothing to do with Rapunzel's kidnapping and spent the rest of his life in prison until he died." Bearing her pearly white teeth, she continued. "That family unleashed their pain on those who were considered criminals, even when many of Corona's wrongdoers weren't stupid enough to win the ire of the king and queen. Regardless, we suffered their wrath, and many were left with nothing as a result."

"I see," Grimbeard rumbled before smirking. "And now that Arianna and Rapunzel have spread their legs for Hiccup Haddock.."

"...he too will suffer for sheltering those I've sworn to exact revenge upon."

Lady Caine confirmed with a firm nod. "Of course, this will not be a simple feat. But in the wake of Hiccup Haddock's victory over his enemies, there is now a fragile peace," she then smirked wickedly. "One that we will exploit and see that the Vikings' expansion across Europe and beyond is slowed."

Nodding, Grimbeard finished drinking the rest of his ale before setting the horn on the table. "A bold plan, Lady Caine," wiping the excess ale off of his lips with the back of his meaty hand, he raised a bushy eyebrow. "And, uh, who exactly is running this operation?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"You heard," he said firmly. "I can see that you are formidable and competent, yes," he acknowledged with respect. "But you are no warrior. That said, to fight Hiccup Haddock, someone who has knowledge of him and a warrior's heart must be pulling the strings." Leaning back in the booth, Grimbeard inquired once more. "Who is running this operation?"

Reaching for her purse, she pulled out a few gold coins and set them on the table, paying for them both before rising. "If you want to know that, Grimbeard," she said. "You'll have to join us first." Throwing her hood back over her head, she then asked. "Will you?"

Eager to not only fatten his coffers with wealth and resources, but also face Hiccup in battle both on land and sea, Grimbeard relented and accepted the offer. "Aye," he said after a long silence. "My crew and I will follow you and your... mysterious benefactor. Whoever they are."

"Come," Caine said with a smirk. "And see for yourself."

Making their way out of the brothel, the two pirates squeezed and pushed their way through the crowds of people gathered in the Northern Markets until eventually, they reached the harbor, where a sizable ship was awaiting them. It was a massive Trapper Barge, one bearing blank sails, and yet upon boarding the ship, Grimbeard understood why the crew of this ship flew no banners. Many of the men and women aboard were former warriors of the Northern Alliance, however, those who followed the late Drago Bludvist had perished in a final battle with Hiccup Haddock and his armies. These warriors, now converted to pirates, were not part of Drago's forces.

The crew manning their stations momentarily stopped to eye the two newcomers with skepticism and curiosity. On the deck of the ship were large cages meant to house dragons, as well as other supplies and resources from war machines, foodstuffs, and anything else of value. One of the men on the ship rushed off to undoubtedly inform the captain of this ship of the new arrivals. Grimbeard and Lady Caine were eventually halted by two men and were told to wait for their leader to arrive. The tension was thick as the crew of this ship surrounded the two newcomers. Grimbeard instinctively rested a hand on his sword, ready to hack his way off the vessel if the need arose. Lady Caine, however, stood calm and collected as she awaited her and the other pirate lords' benefactor.

Soon, a man emerged from the captain's quarters for all to see. A tall, light-skinned, wearing a black breastplate of some kind which seemed to be made out of dragon skin, ebony forearm gauntlets were fastened to his arms, and he wore dark gray trousers and black leather boots. He had ebony hair done in small dreads with several silver cuffs in his dreads. His face was strong; bearing a sharp jawline and no facial hair, a large scar ran from his left cheek down to his neck, and he was lean and toned in build.

"Lady Caine," the man greeted. "I see you've returned with... Grimbeard the Ghastly, I presume?" When the burly Viking nodded in response, the captain of this ship nodded before extending his arms in greetings. "Welcome aboard The Drifter. I trust Lady Caine has persuaded you to join me and the other pirate crews amassing?"

Again, Grimbeard nodded in response. "Aye, she has," he then crossed his arms before eyeing the man from head to toe. "What is your name?"

With a thin smile, he replied. "Chimola. My name is Chimola Bludvist, son of the late Drago Bludvist," Descending the stairs that led to the deck, Chimola shrugged. "Truthfully, I have no interest in conquering the world like my father did. I do, however, love to explore this world and all it has to offer. My brother, Kjell, who did join my father in his mad quest for power and conquest got himself killed. Now, bearing the name of Bludvist helps strike further fear into the hearts of many who were once victimized by father and those who followed him."

"I take it you too desire revenge against Hiccup Haddock?"

Looking into Grimbeard's eyes, Chimola shrugged. "That, and amongst other things, yes," he then summoned one of his aides to bring him a map. "I understand you arrived here with your own crew. So, I will give you this map, and you and your people can meet with the rest of our forces. The location of our base of operations is provided on the map, you will convene with us by the next full moon, which is tomorrow night. Once there, we will discuss how we will take advantage of this fragile peace and see if Hiccup Haddock's kingdom is weakened before it could rise to great strength." Extending the map to Grimbeard, Chimola then spoke in an icy tone. "Do not dare be late for this gathering. Or else I will give one of your men a promotion by killing you. Is that understood?"

Grimbeard did not take kindly to such threats, however, he was in no position to challenge Chimola. So he tempered his bloodlust and replied in a low tone, yet one everyone heard. "Yes. I understand," as he stuffed the map Chimola had provided him in his trousers, Grimbeard then questioned him. "Who else have you amassed to join you on this venture?"

Smirking, Chimola ascended the stairs leading to his quarters. "Oh, just friends, enemies, and enemies who pretend to be friends," his words caused his crew to chuckle. "Some of whom are Vikings who do not recognize Hiccup Haddock as king over their people. Perhaps you know some of them. You'll just have to see for yourself." He then turned to two of his men. "Escort him back to the docks." As Grimbeard was led off of The Drifter, the rest of Chimola's crew returned to their posts and prepared to set sail.

Lady Caine looked up at Chimola with questioning eyes. "So, what's next?"

Smiling at his ally, Chimola responded firmly. "We return to The Fjord of Shadows and amass the crews and assign them with trade routes, shipping lanes, and villages to raid and plunder," his smile widened as he then looked to the horizon. "Soon everything that we want in this life will be ours: revenge, wealth, reputation to last a lifetime, and kingdoms of our own that will be established by fire and blood." He then eyed her with curious eyes. "Are you prepared to unleash your crew upon these lands?"

"More than you know," her response was immediate and full of conviction. "I will drag Arianna and Rapunzel out of Hiccup Haddock's bed and see that they pay for the sins of Frederic and what he did to my father and those my crew had lost."

Smiling once more, Chimola nodded. "Good," he then opened the door to his quarters. "Won't be much longer now." He then left Caine to her own devices.

As The Drifter departed from the docks of the Northern Markets, Caine leaned against the ship's railing to look to the horizon where the sun was setting and its radiant light reflected along the glassy surface of the sea that churned softly. Much like the sea, her mind churned with all those who had joined Chimola Bludvist on this venture, many of whom she had only heard of by reputation, and others she dared not cross because of their barbarity and skill in combat. Among these crews were former warriors of the Wu Lin, a faction made up of warriors from China. Another was a Mongol Khatun called Saran Baatar, the Flame of the Steppe. Along with countless other cutthroat murderers, thieves, and warlords rallying under Chimola's banner, Caine was glad that she would not be alone in this venture to strike at a major artery in Hiccup's kingdom—trade.

And without the provision of goods from abroad, Hiccup's kingdom will be isolated, leaving the Viking and Scandinavian peoples to either revert to raiding each other for a fraction of what they seek, or make further enemies with foreign kingdoms by raiding them. Either way, Hiccup's vision for his people and the empire he seeks to create will not come to pass. Caine would see to it herself, she just hoped that those allied with Chimola would not ruin this venture by greed, overconfidence, and infighting. Because Caine has waited a long time to avenge her father's death, and she will avenge him, even if she must cut down those she would call "allies." But so long as she got what she wanted, she would be happy.

But if not, then she would do whatever it took to draw out Corona's former royal family away from Hiccup's protection and end their lives.

Of course, this was a last resort. For now, though, she would play along with Chimola's plan and see whether or not it would bear fruit. He seemed like he was competent and cunning enough to see this operation succeed. But if not, Caine would not be around to burn in the fires of failure; she refused to let the failure and weakness of others drag her down. And if this venture failed, she would leave these lands and consolidate her forces and fleet and attack the King of Vikings another way in the hopes of drawing out her prey. If there was one thing Lady Caine was well aware of during her time as a lady of piracy, it was this: things change.

And if realities change, then plans must change. She would begin concocting plans for the future and prepare to enact them if the need arises. But for now, she would follow Chimola's lead and trust that it led to her soaking her sword with the blood of Arianna and Rapunzel.

A/N: I'll still do one-shots between the stories I'm telling in this universe. But this first installment of my "age of" series here is set one year after Hiccup the Womanizer. We'll see how these go. I'm posting this on both FF.net and Wattpad too, under the same username.

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(New Berk)

"Lady, we are approaching New Berk!"

The captain of a seafaring ship barked out to a hooded figure, who had been above deck, reading a book of some kind. Closing their book, they lowered their cowl, revealing a beautiful woman with braided brunette hair and different colored hairbands holding the braid in. She bore dark green eyes and aqua blue eyeshadow. She wears a puffy-sleeve yellow top with an orange corset and knee-length pants. She wears numerous bracelets on both her arms and on her right ankle. Around her neck are two necklaces, one with four blue dangling pearls and an emerald gem in the middle. And though she prefers being barefoot, she was wearing brown leather boots and was very eager to remove them once she was on dry land again.

"So, this is where the King of Vikings resides. Along with his dragons, people, and harem," she mused out loud. "Among them are my sister, Arianna, and long-lost niece, Rapunzel."

"Yes, Lady Willow,"

The fame of Hiccup Haddock had traveled far, and Willow had first heard of the King of Vikings and his ever-growing harem day after day. Hearing that her sister, Arianna, and her long-lost niece, Rapunzel, were in his harem awakened something within Willow. In truth, she had left Corona when she was younger because the prospect of marrying an entitled man was distasteful, especially when she had her eyes on another--Arianna.

Yes, Willow had feelings for her sister, and because of these incestuous feelings, her parents had sent her away to live among a nunnery and find God. Not even a week within the walls of the nunnery, and Willow slipped away to travel and explore the world without the burden of royalty and possibly marrying a man who would strip her of the freedom she had come to love. That, and she wondered whether or not her feelings for Arianna would fade as the years passed; they didn't, if anything, they only grew stronger as she yearned to see her sister again. She had wanted to return to Arianna when she had heard that Frederic had died from a broken heart at the supposed "loss" of Rapunzel. Her sister was then left as the sole monarch of Corona, and vulnerable without a partner to protect her from devious men with ambitions that exceeded their stations in life.

"We've arrived, Lady Willow."

As the ship docked at the harbor, the seafaring captain noted countless other ships docked, many of them were trade and merchant vessels, while the majority of them were Viking longboats. Willow took in the sight of New Berk with awed eyes; the natural beauty of this place made her breathless. Disembarking from the boat, Willow noted three Viking men approaching, two of whom bore wooden peglegs, while all three of them had hooks for prosthetic hands.

"Oi, look what the sea spat out," one of the men said with a grin. "How are you, Snorre?"

"Master Gobber," the captain who transported Willow said with a bow of his head. "The gods have blessed our voyage."

Looking at Willow, the old blacksmith eyed her from head to toe before looking back at Snorre. "Who's your friend there?"

Instead of him answering for her, Willow spoke for herself. "I am Wilhelmina, former Princess of Corona," she then smiled before shrugging. "But you can call me Willow."

"Willow, eh?" Mulch mused before nudging Bucket. "Does she remind you of someone, Bucket?"

"Aye, Mulch," Bucket nodded before looking at the beautiful newcomer. "She looks an awful lot like Arianna."

Gobber grunted in agreement. "The resemblance is uncanny," he then narrowed his eyes in curiosity. "I take it you're her sister?" When Willow nodded in confirmation, Gobber hummed softly. "Right."

"Is she here?" She then asked. "I haven't seen her in years, and I have yet to meet my niece, Rapunzel."

Gobber nodded. "Aye, she and Rapunzel both are here, Lady Willow," he then beckoned her to follow him. "Follow me. I'll take you to the Great Hall for some food and ale. You must be hungry after your journey."

"I suppose I can eat and go for a drink."

Smiling, Gobber then turned to Bucket and Mulch. "Take some men and help Snorre and his crew offload the goods we purchased from them and see them taken to the storehouses," both men nodded and summoned any able men at the docks to lend a hand. Gobber then turned back to Willow. "Follow me."

Taking a deep breath, Willow braced herself for what lay ahead of her. She was eager to see Arianna again, meet Rapunzel, and see for herself what kind of man Hiccup Haddock was. Many emotions were churning within Willow at the moment. But excitement and nervousness were the dominant emotions she was experiencing at the moment.

Because she was planning on joining her sister in the bed of Hiccup Haddock, not only to see but also to experience for herself why the King of Vikings is called "Hiccup the Womanizer."

"Gods, Hiccup! Right there!"

Hiccup Haddock watched with lustful eyes as his beloved wife, Astrid, bounced on his cock with fervor. Her muscled, and curvy body was sleeked with sweat as strands of her blond hair stuck to her forehead, her perky breasts bounced, causing Hiccup to reach up at knead them while planting his foot firmly on the bed and thrusting up into his wife, causing Astrid to throw her head back and cry out in bliss.

Had anyone walked into the king and queen's bedchambers, they would have been greeted by the sight of the Hiccup and Astrid in a lewd embrace while the other women of the harem were focused on each other. The stench of sex was prominent in the air, as were the sounds of sweaty skin slapping against each other, cries of pleasure from Hiccup and his women, and expletives entwining like many of the women were.

Astrid suddenly placed her hands on Hiccup's chest, forcing him to lie flat on his back. Smirking at his aroused expression and dilated pupils, the Queen of Vikings then summoned another woman to join them. "Arianna," the former Queen of Corona, who was enjoying ministrations from both Fiona and Camicazi turned to Astrid, who beckoned her over with a tilt of her head. "Why don't you take a seat?"

Smirking, Arianna crawled over towards the king and queen's bed. "Mmm, don't mind if I do," she replied with a coy smile. "Hello, love." She beamed at Hiccup, leaning down to kiss him.

"Hello yourself, my fair lady."

Arianna giggled before straddling Hiccup's face, gasping when his hands gripped her thighs and forced her down tightly until she was all but smothering him. The brunette beauty then gasped as she felt Hiccup's tongue lashing out along her sopping folds, the sensations sent lightning bolts of pleasure coursing through Arianna as she began moaning and gyrating her hips along his face. As Hiccup momentarily withdrew from Arianna's folds to catch his breath, he heard the distinctive sounds of two women kissing, Astrid had reached out to Arianna and captured her lips in a deep, open-mouthed kiss while both women continued to ride him.

The mental image of Astrid and Arianna kissing made Hiccup thrust up inside of his wife at a harder and faster pace, causing her to break her kiss with Arianna to moan loudly. "Gods, babe, right there!" Continuing to spear himself up into snug, wet heat, Hiccup continued feasting on Arianna while one hand grasped her thigh tightly while the other fondled her clit.

"Ooh! Yes, gods, yes!" She shrieked in delight as she rode Hiccup's tongue harder. "I'm close, Hiccup!" She mewled out weakly. "I'm-I'm... AaRrGhhhh!" She screamed as she reached Valhalla in the best way possible.

"Hicc-ooh-up! I'm gonna co-OHHHH!"

Astrid too reached her end as Hiccup continued to thrust up into her, hitting her where she desperately needed it before seating herself fully on his cock and reaching her end. Her moans of pleasure only intensified when she felt Hiccup burst inside of her; his seed being planted inside of her womb, and Astrid savored the feeling of him filling her every time.

"Mmm, yes, fill me up, babe," Astrid purred before leaning down to murmur hotly against his ear. "So that we can have more children together."

Chuckling, he murmured back. "Zephyr, Nuffink, and Finnick aren't enough for you?"

"Of course," she answered firmly. "But I would love to have more. Knowing that each one of them carries a piece of us in them makes me so happy."

"The feeling is mutual."

Heather said as he had recovered from being entwined with Camicazi and Atali. "Now that Astrid has had her turn..." Heather crawled towards Hiccup like a feral cat, until the Berserker loomed over him. "...are you ready to continue?"

"I don't have a choice, do I?"

Hiccup's quip made the women chuckle while shaking their heads, no, answering them that way. The Berserker swooped in to capture Hiccup's lips in a kiss, while reaching down to stroke his flaccid cock back to full mast. Astrid decided to help by beckoning some of the other women to help, a very eager Fiona and Merida came over to take turns sucking Hiccup off. The feeling of the two redheads' mouths encapsulating his cock and balls made the King of Vikings groan against Heather's lips, even as she deepened it by entangling her tongue with his. Fiona had one hand wrapped around the base of his cock while she bobbed her head up and down, taking him deep into her mouth, moaning at the taste of him, as well as Astrid.

"Somebody is hungry, eh?"

Releasing him with a lewd pop, Fiona turned to a smirking Merida, smiling at the Scot before pointing his cock in her direction. Hiccup broke the kiss with Heather to moan and then look down at the messy mane of curly, crimson hair of the Scottish beauty who was sliding her lips down his cock. Astrid and Heather kissed his cheeks before teasingly running their teeth and tongues along the shell of his ear, pressing their naked bodies hard against his sides. Meanwhile, Rapunzel and Arianna ran their hands along Hiccup's torso, worshiping his body with their lips and hands.

It was a surreal experience to have so many beautiful women pleasing him in this manner. Hiccup, whose eyes were closed, savoring the sensations washing over him, opened his eyes to see his mother, Valka, who was being pleasured by Elsa, Camicazi, and Mala. She was on her knees while Mala was pressed firmly behind her back, kissing along her neck and shoulders while groping her breasts, allowing Elsa and Camicazi both to mouth and suck on the elder Haddock's nipples while they both rubbed at her clit, reducing Valka into a writhing, babbling mess between the three women. And not far from them, Anna and Atali were pleasing each other, the young strawberry blond lay on her back while the older was on top of her, their sexes pressed against each other while Atali had thrown one of Anna's legs over her shoulder, grinding against her, bringing both of them pleasure.

Before any intimacy could continue, however, there were several knocks on the door to the Haddock bedchambers, causing everyone to stop dead in their tracks.

"King Hiccup?"

On the other side of the door was the head of the Kingsguard, Asbjorn Gormsson. The heavy knocks continued, and Hiccup spoke over the heavy pounding. "Yes, Asbjorn, I'm here!" He said while sitting up, reluctantly having to move many of his lovers off of him. "What is it?"

"Forgive the interruption, lord," he apologized before addressing the matter at hand. "Gobber the Belch has escorted a newly arrived guest from Snorre, and she claims to be the sister of Arianna, and aunt of Rapunzel."

Upon hearing this, Arianna perked up. "Willow?" She mused out loud before raising her voice. "Where is she now, Asbjorn?"

"In the Great Hall, Lady Arianna," he said before inquiring. "Shall I inform her of your imminent arrival?"

"That would be greatly appreciated, Asbjorn, thank you."

Asbjorn then retreated from the door, presumably leaving the Haddock home as he, and his selected men from the ranks of the Kingsguard awaited Hiccup, Astrid, and the other Fair Queens.

"Mother," Rapunzel, who sat up straighter, tilted her head in curiosity. "You never told me you had a sister."

As Arianna got off the bed, she sighed before nodding. "She tends to be a wanderer, Rapunzel," she revealed before approaching a basin to wash away the stench of sweat and sex. "I... haven't heard from her in years." As she continued to wash, the other women reluctantly got up out of bed to follow Arianna's example.

"Aside from this surprise visit from my adventurous aunt," Rapunzel began, she then looked at Hiccup and Astrid. "What else is on our plate for today?"

Cupping a handful of water to splash along his face, Hiccup scrubbed before replying. "Many of the common Scandinavian peoples are coming here to voice their complaints and concerns to us," beckoning to both himself and Astrid, he continued. "We have that, as well as ensuring that supplies and resources are sent to Haddock Haven. Word has reached me that the construction of our new capital is going very well. The vast land there serves as a bridge connecting Old Berk to New Berk. So if we ever need to go to either, we can be there at a faster rate both on dragon back and by sailing."

"Thank Thor for that," Astrid smirked as she finished washing before getting dressed. "It'll be good to stay close to both islands we've come to call home."

After washing away the stench of their sexual intercourse, everyone made their way to the nursery to collect their still sleeping babies before making their way outside where Asbjorn, his men, and their dragons awaited them.

"King Hiccup," the head of the Kingsguard bowed his head in greetings and respect before turning to Astrid. "Queen Astrid," she responded with a smile and nod of her head. "Ladies." He then greeted the other Fair Queens before escorting them to the Great Hall. "There is food awaiting you when we arrive. I trust you've all worked up an appetite?" His words carried a teasing tone in them, causing women like Rapunzel, Anna, and Arianna to blush, while the others merely giggled in response.

"Yes, thank you, Asbjorn," Hiccup coughed before quickly changing the subject. "Are the representatives of each Scandinavian tribe and people here?"

"They are, lord," Asbjorn confirmed. "Your cousin, Snotlout, and your friends are keeping things in order while they await your arrival."

"Thor help us all."

Astrid's quip caused everyone to laugh as they reached the Great Hall and found the building full of Vikings, Sami, and native Scandinavian peoples seated at tables as they patiently awaited to bring their complaints and concerns to the King and Queen of Vikings. Everyone seated stood and bowed their heads as their rulers entered, but soon sat back down after receiving acknowledgement from the Haddock royals. As they then began to eat the food that the servants had brought for them, Hiccup saw Snotlout, Fishlegs, Ruffnut, and Tuffnut approaching.

"Morning, cuz," Snotlout greeted with a bow of his head. "Gobber dropped off the woman claiming to be Arianna's sister and Rapunzel's aunt with us because he's helping Bucket and Mulch escort more Scandinavian representatives to speak with you and Astrid."

"Yeah, that line is getting longer by the minute," Ruffnut snickered.

"Hopefully the Great Hall doesn't burst with the amount of people gathered," Tuffnut snickered back.

Fishlegs then cleared his throat as he introduced Willow to Hiccup and Astrid. "Ahem, Willow, you can come out now," as the former Princess of Corona stepped forward, her eyes widened in shock as she laid eyes on Arianna and Rapunzel both. "Lady Willow," Fishlegs said before extending a hand towards Hiccup and Astrid. "I present to you King Hiccup and Queen Astrid of the Haddock Dynasty, and rulers of our peoples."

Bowing her head in greetings, Willow reached into her satchel. "King Hiccup, Queen Astrid. So lovely to meet you two," she began enthusiastically before bearing a gift. "I've heard that dragons are of great significance in your kingdom. And so I present to you a dragon from the Far East called a Firelight." In her hands was a dragon as big as her hand, and it soon took to the air with wings fluttering like those of a hummingbird and it illuminated almost as brightly as a sunbeam. The dragon made its way over to Hiccup and then landed in front of the king. Stunned and in awe at this new species of dragon, Hiccup watched as it looked up at him with curiosity before skittering along the table as it fluttered off back into Willow's hands.

"Oh! A new species of dragon!" Fishlegs squealed in delight as he quickly pulled out a book tucked in one of his pouches along his belt to sketch the dragon on one of the empty pages. "It reminds me of a Fireworm, but bigger."

Snorting, Snotlout chimed in. "What, just because it glows brightly? C'mon Fishface, that thing looks nothing like a Fireworm."

"Yeah yeah," Fishlegs rolled his eyes as he nudged Snotlout. "You know what I mean."

"Where exactly did you find that dragon, pretty lady?" Ruffnut inquired.

Willow smiled as she pocketed the Firelight back into her satchel and it let out a contented chirp. "China," she revealed before looking at her sister next. "I've been to lands far from Corona, Ari. Hence the reason why I haven't been able to keep in touch the way I would've liked to."

Arianna, despite being frustrated with her sister, and even resentful towards her for not being there for her when Frederic died made her frown. But she then smiled softly in understanding. "Where I still Queen of Corona, I might be upset with you still," she said. "But now, things have changed, and I'm glad you're back in my life." She then looked at Rapunzel and smiled. "And that you're in Rapunzel's life too."

Looking at her long-lost niece, Willow gaped at her in awe. "Oh, Ari," she took in Rapunzel's features and beauty. "She's so beautiful. I can't wait to get to know her."

"How about right now?" Rapunzel said enthusiastically. "Hiccup and Astrid have business to conduct, but I'm available, and so is my mother." She then looked at Arianna with hopeful eyes. "Right?"

Smiling, Arianna nodded. "I am," she then rose from her seat, leaving her half-eaten meal, and addressed Hiccup. "I hope you don't mind, love, but I really want to catch up with Willow. And so does Rapunzel."

"Of course," he said in understanding. "Have fun."

Smiling Arianna thanked him before gently cupping his lower jaw so that she could kiss him. He returned her kiss and cheekily squeezed her backside, causing Arianna to smirk before beckoning Rapunzel to come along. After sharing a kiss with Hiccup too, the blond beauty ran after Arianna and Willow as they made their way out of the Great Hall.

"I'm happy for them," Fiona beamed as she then looked at Hiccup. "I hope I can introduce you to my parents in time."

Looking at Fiona, the king raised an eyebrow. "The same parents who deliberately left you in a tower?"

"Yes. And while I don't agree with what they did to keep my frightful enchantment hidden from my family's kingdom, I still love them," she said before shrugging. "You ought to give them a chance. After all, because of them, they gave me life."

"True."

After finishing their morning meal, and after the Fair Queens dismissed themselves to carry out their respective duties and shared farewell kisses with Hiccup and Astrid both, the king and queen sat on their respective thrones, prepared to serve the Scandinavian people.

"Alright people, the time has come!" Snotlout bellowed out for all the guests to hear. "The king and queen are now at your service!"

"Fall in line, fall in line!" Tuffnut barked out. "No pushing, shoving, or mayhem. Keep the peace, or suffer the consequences."

As each representative began to form a single file line, Ruffnut nodded in approval. "Very good," she approved out loud before introducing the first guest to her friends and sworn rulers. "First, we have representatives from the Fjallherd Clan, a Sami people who apparently have had good ties with the Northuldran people."

"Thank you, Ruffnut," Hiccup said before beckoning the representatives forward. "Speak freely, friends."

Astrid smiled at them as she cradled Nuffink and Finnick in her arms, whilst Hiccup held Zephyr. "We are your humble servants," she reassured them. "Tell us what we can do for you."

With that said, the representatives made their request. The first of many among those gathered to see the King and Queen of Vikings.

(Northern Markets)

Eret, Son of Eret, stood at the front of his ship, savoring the breeze caressing his skin and running through his hair. Spring was always his favorite season of the year, when the winter freeze was starting to depart for a time, until it would return far too soon.

As he looked to the horizon, there came that familiar tug in the pit of his gut—the call of adventure. And for a time, he had lived a life of exploration and piracy, of course, his charming mannerisms, sword skills, and roguish personality hadn't been something he had learned from his original homelands; that was something he had picked up as the captain of a crew of Sami pirates known as the Frostbound Marauders. Unfortunately, Eret's days as a pirate and a life of exploration and freedom were short-lived when he had stolen goods from a vessel that was part of the late Drago Bludvist's armada. Having apprehended the madman's soldiers, they brought him and half of his crew that were captured with him to Drago. Instead of being butchered, the madman had conscripted him, along with his men, to trap dragons and deliver them to his army to swell the ranks of his monstrous force of armored dragons. And for a time, Eret had feared life under Drago's yoke would burden him until he drew his last breath, either of old age or by failing to meet his late employer's quota.

That was until he met Hiccup and Astrid, and then everything changed for him. He swore an oath to both of them, swearing loyalty to them and the lives of their children, and the other Heirs of Hiccup.

Currently, he and his crew were docked at the Northern Markets, purchasing goods and traps used for hunting. Eret had never been to the Northern Markets before, however, he was familiar with its infamy for being a cesspool of thieves, where shady business transactions take place, and even blatant murder as well. That was coming to an end, because he had been informed by Hiccup that he would be appointing a jarl over this place to establish order and stability so that business and trade could flow smoothly, without the fear of scum and villainy getting in the way of things. Eret was pleased to hear it, because after load his ship with many crates and barrels full of supplies onto his ship, there had been several times where he had to pursue pickpockets, defend himself from those who either wanted to scrap or impress those foolish enough to watch, and he had to chase off thieves away from his ship who were disguised as common villagers looking for a quick and easy score.

"This place really is lawless," Eret mused to himself. "Hopefully this new jarl Hiccup appoints will get this place in order."

"Oi! Eret!"

Turning around to see Ug, Teeny, and No-Name approaching, with wide grins on their faces. "Lads," he acknowledged with a nod before noting their grins and giving them an inquisitive eyebrow. "What're you all smiling about?"

"You won't believe who we just ran into at the tavern!" Teeny exclaimed excitedly.

Nodding, Ug spoke with equal enthusiasm. "Care to take a guess?" When Eret beckoned him to spit it out, he whistled out loud. "The crew is back together!"

Boarding the ship were several figures that Eret knew all too well: Freja, or "Whisper," is a nimble thief and expert in stealth. Freja is known for her quick reflexes and impeccable aim with her bow. Despite her small stature, she possesses a fierce spirit and often acts as the lookout for the crew. Hoot, or "Tyto," is an adept navigator who uses his knowledge of the stars to navigate the sea and guide his fellow Sami through dangerous waters. He also enters the mind of his pet Tyto owl to see through its eyes, serving not only as a navigator but also as a scout. Rika Iceclaw is a deadly combatant, especially in hand-to-hand combat, wielding metallic knuckles with razor-sharp claws protruding from them, almost as though they were bear claws. Rika boasts impressive agility and strength. Fearless and adventurous, she often takes the lead in boarding enemy vessels and is known for her fierce enthusiasm and determination. Bjorn "Frostbite" is a burly, dependable warrior with a gentle heart. He's second in command of the group and is not only fiercely loyal to his friends but also delivers fatal brutality on those who betray or cross his crew, whom he sees as family. And finally, the leader of this group of Sami stepped onto the ship, and Eret felt his breath hitch at the sight of the woman he had once harbored deep feelings for, but never got to confess them—Sanna Lågfjell, a stunningly beautiful Sami woman with long, flowing blonde hair that cascades down her back, often adorned with intricate braids decorated with colorful beads and natural elements. Her striking blue eyes reflect the icy landscapes of her homeland, and her fair complexion is complemented by vibrant Sami garments fitted for agility on the seas. Known for her sharp wit and resourcefulness, Sanna commands respect among her crew and is admired for her fierce independence.

"Are my eyes deceiving me?" Bjorn began with disbelief. "Or is that..."

"...Eret, Son of Eret?!" Rika exclaimed in shock. "How in all the gods are you not dead?" She demanded. "We thought that Drago killed you!"

Snapping out of his stupor at the sight of his first love and old friends, Eret replied with a shrug. "Turns out the madman needed a capable crew to help trap dragons for his army." As he approached, he then grinned. "But now with him dead, I'm now free, and in the service of Hiccup Haddock III, King of Vikings."

Smirking, Sanna eyed Eret with a hint of amusement in her eyes. "You've done well for yourself," as she approached him. "I've heard of this King of Vikings and all of his ventures in England, Paris, and lands deep in Europe. Is he someone worth following?"

"He is," Eret answered firmly. "I would die for him."

Sanna nodded in acknowledgment before smiling. "Let's hope it never comes to that," she then stood in front of Eret and took his hands. "In all seriousness, Eret, it's good to see you again."

Squeezing her hands gently, Eret nodded. "Likewise, Sanna," he then gave her a hopeful look. "Do you and the others wish to join us back at New Berk?"

"And do what?"

"Catch up," Eret said simply. "Eat, drink, tell stories of our previous adventures during the time we've been apart..." he then lowered his voice so that only she could hear him. "...and maybe see where things stand between us."

Sanna saw Eret's eyes gleaming, they were full of hope, and she dared not take that away from him. Because his sentiments were shared, she had waited what felt like a lifetime to be reunited with her friends and the man she had grown affection for.

"Alright, New Berk it is."

Grinning, Eret let out a boisterous laugh. "Trust me," he began with a wink. "You're gonna love. And you might find Hiccup charming in more ways than one."

"We'll see."

As the ship set sail, Eret turned to his old flame and nudged her gently. "I've seen that look before," noting a stern, yet fearful look in her eyes, Eret pressed her further. "What's going on?"

Pursing her lips, Sanna then sighed. "The peace you've all been enjoying? It may be coming to an end."

"How so?"

"I've heard from old associates that there's someone here in these lands amassing old warlords and warriors, as well as creating a coalition of pirates to destabilize the peace your king has established."

Frowning at this news, Eret crossed his arms across his chest. "Tell me," he said firmly. "Who is this... someone?"

"Chimola Bludvist," she said grimly. "Son of the late Drago Bludvist."

Chapter Text

(Valgrimm Isle)

The Drifter, Chimola Bludvist's flagship sliced through the Scandinavian waters as it arrived at a massive island far removed from the prying eyes of Hiccup Haddock and his jarls. Now that they were away from the prying eyes of the Scandinavian people, he allowed his sails to fly from the masts, three massive sails that bore the unmistakable symbol of his father's legacy—a large sword down the middle of a Monstrous Nightmare. The island the young warrior and his crew were sailing towards was in fact, a black market that was located in a secluded cove along the windswept coasts of Scandinavia; hidden from the eyes of legitimate traders and Viking jarls loyal to the Haddock Dynasty, this island serves as a central hub for crime syndicates, pirates, bounty hunters, and outlaws, as well as a variety of other unsavory characters from both Viking lands and distant foreign realms.

The island possessed a natural cove that provided safe harbor for ships, allowing easy access to the island's thriving illicit trade. The rocky cliffs surrounding the island are a barrier against unwelcome intruders, ensuring a fortified position that is difficult to assault. It was also riddled with grottos and caves, some of which led to secret entrances and escape routes. These dark passageways are crucial for smuggling ill-gotten gain, enabling criminals and smugglers to transport goods undetected. The northern part of the island is characterized by dense forests filled with valuable resources, while the southern mountain peaks are rich in minerals that those who inhabit the island can exploit for wealth.

The island itself wasn't just a black market hub, but it was also Chimola's base of operations for him to run a criminal empire known as the Northern Vengeance. This syndicate comprised the remnants of his father's army, the few that had fled the final battle with Hiccup Haddock and his forces, but also the reserve army under his command. He not only possessed his father's reserved forces and fleets, but also skilled mercenaries, bounty hunters, and former pirates. Unlike his father, Chimola had no interest in conquering the world, however, he respected the physical strength of his father, but also his tactical brilliance. But the man's thirst for conquest and power was what got him killed, as well as his brother, Kjell.

Chimola was determined not to make the mistakes of his father by seeking war with Hiccup Haddock just because he stood in his way.

After all, there was a fortune to be made by exploiting the peace of Hiccup's newly built empire, and Chimola would not only have his fill of wealth, but so would those under his command. Many of those following him did so out of their own free will, unlike his father, who demanded their service or be destroyed. Chimola understood not only manipulating others to do his bidding, but also plying those under his command with rewards to ensure their loyalty was solidified. This was the case with many of the mercenary and pirate crews under his command, and he would need them to plunder the trade routes throughout Scandinavia, resulting in the slow progress of Hiccup's new capital city's rise.

The young Bludvist was cloistered away in his quarters. The room was dimly lit, and dragon skulls and weapons were the two main decorations that hung on all four walls of the spacious chamber. At the far end of the chamber, beside his bed, was a single table with two candles that burned lowly, offering the dim lighting, as well as a single chair, where the young man sat. Several knocks on his door drew Chimola away from the map he was going over, one that had all of Scandinavia's ports, bustling market centers, and businesses that would set their wares and goods to sea for transport to the constructed capital city of Haddock Haven.

"Enter," Chimola said as he sat up and was greeted by his two lieutenants—Cadman and Dabria. Dragon Flyers who, unlike those who served his father many years ago, had forged a genuine bond with their dragons, rather than relying solely on cruelty to serve them. "Cadman. Dabria." Chimola greeted with a firm nod before crossing his arms. "What have you to report?"

Cadman was a thin, yet muscular man with tanned ivory skin, dark brown eyes, stubble along his sharp jawline, and his dark hair was done in a Mohawk fade. He was adorned in a dark gray armor that almost gleamed purple when the light reflected along its smooth surface, a series of sharp spines protruded along the back of the armor, stopping just below the small of his back. He wore black leather pants the dark gray boots and two black forearm gauntlets with sharp spikes protruding from each side. He had a cloak of dragon skin clipped around his broad shoulders and he had twin swords strapped along his hips.

Dabria bore ebony hair which was braided, skin color was tanned ivory, she had a lean, yet curvy frame, showing off both her warrior's physic and feminine curves. There were throwing knives strapped to her thighs, a sword at her hip, and a bow and a quiver full of arrows at her back—effective in close and long range combat. And she was a woman in her mid-twenties. A warrior in her prime.

"The syndicate leaders allied with you, as well as the pirate lords you've been amassing await your presence," Cadman reported. "We'll be docking at the harbor shortly."

Nodding, Chimola approached a corner of the wall near a window to retrieve his latest acquisition before going to the Northern Markets to check the progress of Lady Caine. Reaching for a long, metallic staff that rested along the wall, Chimola inspected the instrument before brandishing it to his lieutenants. "My father's bullhook," he swung it slowly overhead as his father would when trying to intimidate a dragon into submission. "We found that the base my father and brother were operating from was razed to the ground, the fleet was decimated, and corpses of our allies everywhere—drifting in the sea or left to rot on land. As you can guess, many of the dead were nothing but skeletal remains, including my father and brother," his tone was low, yet there was an edge of anger there. "Hiccup Haddock is the reason my father and brother are dead, along with many friends and allies."

"The loss of such strong leaders still leaves me in disbelief," Dabria mused. "Many among us believed your father was invincible. Even your brother was a formidable warrior in his own right."

Snorting softly, Chimola inspected the keen tip of the bullhook, as well as the hook. "All men fall," he stated. "We are destined to. But what matters is how we leave this world, that matters." Pointing his father's weapon at Dabria's throat, he raised an eyebrow. "Will we fall forgotten?" He then pointed it at Cadman. "Or will we become legends spoken in hushed whispers of fear and awe, even long after we become dust and bone?" Lowering the weapon, Chimola walked out of his chambers, his lieutenants quickly walking by his side. "We're warriors. We seek to leave our mark for the world to remember us. And though our enemies are enjoying peace, we will leave our mark starting now."

As the three leaders of the Northern Vengeance exited the cabin where Chimola's chambers resided, they descended the steps to the second deck of the ship where the helmsman was steering the Drifter. The atmosphere thickened with tension as the monstrous vessel zigzagged through the waters towards the treacherous shores of the island. Eventually, the ship weighed anchor and the three made their way to the main deck where the crew of the vessel was all manning their stations. They then approached three large cages that held dragons the three leaders respectively rode.

Three dragon wranglers, who had finished feeding these dragons their fill of fish, turned to see their leaders approach and quickly unlocked, and opened the cages. Cadman approached his dragon first, it was a pseudo-titan Skrill that bore gleaming silver scales, a low violet pulsation underneath its scales and shone throughout its entire body, and it was littered with scars along its body, and it also bore the brand on its chest. Having been captured by Dragon Hunters who had worked for Drago, most of the Skrill's spines had been severed as a result of defiance from the dragon. Because of this, the dragon can't channel lightning. It could still recharge, but extremely slowly--one to four hours at least.

"Hello, Cloudburst," Cadman greeted, and the dragon growled softly as both its rider and oppressor approached. "I trust you are recharged?" Tendrils of white lightning crackled along the Skrill's battle-damaged body as it lowered its head at Cadman, as though it had given him a nod of confirmation. "Good. Prepare yourself."

Whilst Cadman began to saddle up Cloudburst, Dabria approached her dragon next, and it was the latest experiment that made Chimola and the Northern Vengeance stand out as a crime syndicate—cross-species breeding between different dragon species. The dragon that Dabria rode was a hybrid between a Triple Stryke and a Deathgripper, making this new species of dragon a Clutchstryker. Large, armored, and bearing a combination of both of the respective species of dragon, the Clutchstryker was a high-value dragon within Chimola's organization, second only to the Gruesome Goregripper, which had been in high demand as massive beasts of war and had fetched a hefty price on the black markets.

"Viscerate," Dabria purred at the hybrid, who bore its teeth and retractable tusks began to protrude from its lower mouth. "Yes, I can see you are anxious to spill blood. But you will not spill mine. Because I own you." Her silky tone was laced with a keen edge that made the Clutchstryker lower its head in submission, allowing Dabria to fasten the saddle on top of its back.

Finally, Chimola approached the dragon residing in the cage before him. It was black as night, and it too bore scars, as well as burns along its body, especially along its lower jaw, revealing flesh and bone, as well as the teeth that the dragon always bore, despite its ability to retract its teeth. Upon laying eyes on Chimola, the dragon's eyes turned into thin slits, and it roared in aggression as it lunged at the young Bludvist. Yells and cries of surprise, fear, and elation filled the air as Chimola moved out of the way of the dragon's snapping jaws.

"You never learn this lesson, do you, Night Fury?" Chimola spoke cooly as he brandished his father's bullhook. "I do not fear you..." he began to swing the instrument of cruelty over his head and watching the Night Fury crouch low, its teeth bared and its maw glowing with violet plasma. "...you fear me. Now, BOW TO ME!" He suddenly bellowed as the Night Fury roared in defiance and lashed out at Chimola with a plasma blast, one that he managed to side step before swinging the bullhook at the now lunging Night Fury, striking it across the face, and drawing blood from the dragon's lower right eye. Wincing in pain, the Night Fury was determined to kill his oppressor, but Chimola snarled at the dragon in return before driving the bullhook into the deck of the ship. "Bow." He seethed as he approached the dragon, who reluctantly submitted.  

"Impressive."

Turning around to see Lady Caine approaching, Chimola smirked at her. "Its compliance is limited, after all, it is a far more intelligent species of dragon," as he fastened and secured his saddle on the Night Fury's back, Chimola continued. "If you do not assert dominance over a superior species, man or dragon, you will be crushed. My father taught me and my brother that."

Once the dragons had been saddled, the three humans mounted their beasts, Lady Caine accompanied Chimola by seating herself behind him, wrapping her arms around his abdomen as they then took to the air and flew towards the island. As they made landfall beyond the docks, Chimola, Lady, Caine, and the two lieutenants slid off the dragons and made their way to the heart of the island. The marketplace was a hive of activity as traders, merchants, and businessmen engaged in illicit trade and sales were selling their wares and ill-gotten gain to Chimola's men who inhabited the island, as well as the other criminal and pirate gangs and representatives who came and went.

Many unsavory and treacherous people would arrive on these shores, and Chimola had listed each faction that would conduct illicit business here. New crews and factions were arriving each day, but for those that Chimola was familiar with and had established themselves here as part of the island alongside his syndicate. Each faction and group carried its own motivations, strengths, and dangers—elements Chimola needed to navigate carefully to ensure the success of his organization and see that this operation they would all participate in ran smoothly.

The Iron Claw Syndicate, led by Konrad "Ironclaw" Skjoldr. The Iron Claw Syndicate is a fearsome Viking crime organization known for its brutal enforcement and iron grip on the northern trade routes. Led by Konrad "Ironclaw" Skjoldr, a legendary warrior turned ruthless criminal mastermind, the syndicate comprises former raiders, shieldmaidens, and mercenaries who operate under a code of loyalty and strength. Many members of the Iron Claw Syndicate once served as Viking warriors but have turned to the dark side, utilizing their combat skills for personal gain.

Next was the Ferrum Imperium is a powerful Roman crime syndicate formed by mercenaries and disgraced legionaries who have abandoned their oaths in favor of wealth, indulgence, and an extravagant lifestyle. Disillusioned by the corruption in the government of their former home and the endless power struggles of the elite, these soldiers have shifted their loyalty towards accruing riches and influence through illegal means. Operating primarily within the sprawling cities of the New Roman Empire, the Legion employs tactics of intimidation, extortion, and violence to achieve its goals.

Finally, the Thorn Rose Syndicate was the last criminal faction that had embedded itself on the island, led by Lady Caine herself, her organization prided itself on perfecting the art of piracy and thieving, making them a scourge throughout all of Europe. Caine's main goal, however, is revenge and seeing Arianna and Rapunzel pay for the sins of the late Frederic, King of Corona. She presented a dual challenge for Chimola: she was invaluable for her vast web of connections and resources throughout Catholic controlled Europe, yet her thirst for revenge against two of Hiccup's lovers added a layer of unpredictability. Caine's ultimate goal—to settle old scores to avenge her father, could easily consume the very energy that fueled her organization, and Chimola needed it focused on destabilizing Hiccup's empire before it could rise to power. He would need to keep in mind that her desire for revenge might blur her original intentions for collaboration.

"Chimola!"

A dark shadow loomed overhead as a light green Titan Wing Singetail landed in front of the three leaders of the Northern Vengeance. On the dragon's back as a Dragon Flyer with brown skin. He was a thin, yet muscular man, with a strong upper body. He has dark brown eyes and thin black eyebrows. He appears to be bald, but wears a metal helmet with a twisted horn on each side and a mask that covers his entire face, except for the eyes, like all of the Dragon Flyers who were part of Drago's army. He has two white stripes painted on his face and mask. He wears clothes made from Zippleback skin and two metal shoulder pads with lots of spikes on them. After the defeat of Krogan and the Dragon Flyers, he commanded to procure a Bewilderbeast egg for Drago, Chimola had been given command of the rest of the Dragon Flyer reserves, and he had appointed command of the group to one of the original Dragon Flyers who had fought alongside Krogan many years ago.

"Askari of Ashes," Chimola greeted as he clasped arms with another figurative artery of his organization. "Are our guests assembled?"

Nodding, he gestured to the fortress that resided beyond the marketplace. "The crime and pirate lords are assembled," Askari confirmed. "As well as the ambassador of the new faction of knights we encountered two months ago."

Without another word, the group mounted the dragons under their thrall and flew in the direction of the fortress. The fortress that Chimola and his army utilized resembled the old Warlord Outpost that Ragnar the Rock, Chagatai Khan, and Griselda the Grievous operated from after Drago's defeat on Old Berk. There were massive pillars of rock protruding from the earth where the worn, torn banners of his father's legacy hung, as well as the banners of the numerous armies allied with Chimola. Jagged rocks jutted out of the ground near the fortress as well, serving as a natural defense against aggressors.

Upon laying eyes on their respective leaders, the warriors manning the ramparts were ordered to open the gates. Northern Vengeance soldiers emerged from the fortress to escort their leaders inside the heart of the fortress where soldiers were hauling massive war machines to the storehouses, as well as food, weapons, and armor. Dragon cages were scattered throughout the yard as newly acquired as well as half-starved dragons languished. After leaving their dragons with the dragon wranglers that approached, Chimola led Caine, and his lieutenants inside the fortress to meet with their allies who were convened inside the war planning chambers. The doors bore the same symbol on the sails, banners, and belt buckles of those under Chimola's command—a sword going down the middle of a Monstrous Nightmare skull was carved directly down the middle of the doors. Two guards who stood watch outside, rushed to the doors, opening them for Chimola, Lady Caine, Dabria, and Cadman; closing them once they walked inside.

They were greeted by the sight of handfuls of Northern Vengeance generals and commanders conversing with the various crime and pirate lords that were summoned. Among this collective of warriors and criminals were knights, but these knights were nothing like the knights of the Blackstone Legion or Iron Legion. These knights were clad in gleaming silver armor, long curved ebony horns protruded from the temples of their menacing helmets, they bore colors of crimson, ebony, and gold on their shields as their faction's emblem which was painted on their shoulder pauldrons and chest plates. At least the soldiers did. There was another knight by their side, this one was clad in black robes, exposing their arm collarbone, arms, and legs. The visage of this knight's helmet was similar to the faceplates of the New Roman soldiers, yet this knight's visage was feminine. Two small spikes stuck out from the temples of the helmet, a sizable fin ran down the center of the helmet, starting just above where the forehead is, and two curved horns on either side of the scalp of the helmet. Once all eyes looked at Chimola, the conversations ceased until the chamber was filled with silence. Lady Caine found a seat where a handful of her trusted men were seated, likewise, the Northern Vengeance generals and commanders found their seats while Chimola, Cadman, and Dabria remained standing.

"Friends. Each of you has been summoned here for a purpose," Chimola began by way of greeting. "One year ago, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III and his kingdom defeated some of the most formidable forces on the face of this earth—Prince Haehmund of the Roman Catholic Church and his Zealot Order, Apollyon and the Blackstone Legion, and my own father, Drago Bludvist and the Northern Alliance. Those who had allied with my father either fled to escape total annihilation or are long dead," he then began to circle the table, as though he were a predator, stalking prey. "Now our enemies are enjoying a time of peace. They use this time to fortify their lands, expand their horizons, as well as breed and train new warriors and Dragon Riders to increase their already sizable force." Running his fingers along the smooth table, Chimola eyed the leaders of his army. "We must bleed out the Scandinavian people discretly..." he looked to Konrad "Ironclaw" Skjoldr, Gaius "The Serpent" Varro of the Ferrum Imperium, and Lady Caine. "...you must deprive Haddock's people of the necessities needed to survive..." and finally he looked to the pirate lords. "...and you do what you do best--plundering the trade routes, and in doing so, severing a vital artery in Haddock's kingdom." Looking to the menacing visages of the knights, Chimola extended a hand. "My Northern Vengeance is not the only faction funding this operation. True, I will be paying the criminal and pirate leaders who fulfill their parts, but these knights stand as ambassadors for the one who is truly pulling the strings from the shadows."

The knight leader gave Chimola a nod before stepping forward. They then reached for the helmet placed over their face and lifted it off to reveal themselves. The group of warriors, pirates, and criminals was greeted by a stunning redhead woman with a bob style haircut, her light blue eyes seemed colder than ice, but at the same time, they seemed to burn with a ravenous appetite for battle and blood. Eventually, a grim smile crept across her beautiful face as she bowed her head in greetings.

"I am Ruth the Ravenous, of the Order of Horkos," she declared firmly before continuing. "I am here on behalf of my mistress—Astrea, Apostle of Apollyon." Murmurs of confusion and caution filled the chamber as Ruth eyed everyone. "Astrea seeks to destroy Hiccup Haddock and his supposed "Northern Empire" before it could pose a true threat to us and our enterprises. However, while most among you are nothing more than criminals—pirates—and petty thieves, your skills and talents could serve Horkos well."

Lady Caine, who was lounging in her seat, glared at Ruth, sifting out the tone in her voice as one of disgust, as though she and her associates were filth that needed to be cleansed.

"Your tone implies as much," Caine shrugged, stating the plain facts. "We're thieves. So what does this mistress of yours and her faction offer us in return for our services?"

"The chance to not only gain revenge, wealth, and a kingdom to carve out for yourself and do with it as you see fit," Ruth began before looking at the other outlaws. "But also for the chance to be immortalized in history. This operation is but one of many my mistress has planned." Clenching her armored hand into a fist, she continued through clenched teeth. "The Order of Horkos is the new rising power, and Astrea offers you all the opportunity to join her in this endeavor where we will have our fill of blood, wealth, revenge, and power! But more than that, we will live as we see fit, and free to do as we please."

Smiling, Gaius Varro, who held a gilded chalice full of wine, drank before speaking. "On behalf of the Ferrum Imperium, we accept your offer," the hedonistic Roman crime lord then plucked two grapes from the vine residing in a jeweled encrested bowl on the table. "So long as we are handsomely rewarded for our labor."

"Of course," Ruth promised with a sly smile. "You will all have your share, but only after the job is complete."

Chimola, with his arms clasped behind his back, then looked to one of the pirate lords—Marina, a former ambassador from Thrace. She commanded the ship that once belonged to her lover, Sinbad, the Chimera. But after trying to rob him, Chimola killed Sinbad and had Marina and what remained of her man's old crew serve the Northern Vengeance or die slowly and painfully. Not ready to die just yet, Marina reluctantly agreed to serve Chimola for a time. She had been plotting to betray him at some point, and now, the opportunity to avenge Sinbad and be free from Chimola's yoke presented itself.

"You and your crew are to go to the Northern Markets and sway the minds of washed-up crews of pirates, criminals, and Dragon Hunters to join our cause and receive a fortune for their services." As he approached the Thracian woman, he caressed her cheek, causing her to recoil from his touch. "I do suggest that you stay armed. A beauty such as yourself will turn the heads of many who would like nothing more than to feast on such... ripe offerings." Marina sneered at Chimola in response. Smirking at her, he then looked to his criminal associates. "You have your instructions. Go, and earn your fortune." As the occupants in the room began to lessen, Chimola approached Ruth and inquired softly. "Don't let Astea think that my faction will join her cause willingly, even if it means exacting revenge for my father and brother."

Ruth narrowed her eyes at Chimola, a mix of surprise and suspicion. "Why? You and your army could be a tremendous asset to Horkos. Especially once we conduct our operation in the Hidden World to find dragons for us to use as living war machines. From what I understand, your faction not only has numerous foreign Dragon Hunters and Trappers, but you've also amassed what remained of the Scandinavian dragon poachers." Her hand dropped to her sword as her voice turned cool. "Why deny you and your people this opportunity?"

"Because it has always failed," Chimola hissed. "Everyone who has challenged and underestimated Hiccup Haddock paid for it dearly. Astrea cannot defeat our enemy by armies alone."

"She won't," Ruth reassured as she placed her helmet back on. "A Terror Mail will find you soon when Horkos is ready to lay siege to the Hidden World and the wonders it holds. And when the call does come, Astrea will expect you to answer." With that veiled threat issued, Ruth and her fellow knights left, leaving Chimola alone with his commanders and lieutenants.

Chimola turned to Cadman and Dabria. "Take a ship, and have Lady Caine, and her people accompany you to begin plundering resources," he then curled his lips into a snarl. "And find that scum Grimbeard the Ghastly. His absence from this gathering has not gone unnoticed."

(New Berk)

"So? Tell me, what's it like to be a lover of the Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III!"

Arianna and Rapunzel both blushed at Willow's words, which were full of enthusiasm.

"Leave no details out," she added with a smirk. "I want to know how he treats my sister and niece."

Tucking a strand of her blond hair behind her ear, Rapunzel spoke first. "He treats us just fine, Aunt Willow," she smiled as she recalled how she met him. "I had been taken by Gothel, the one who had kidnapped me as a baby, and after leaving the secluded forests of Corona, specifically the tower that I had called home for most of my life. We arrived in Frankia, and it was there Hiccup killed Gothel, and gave me love, and a true home." She explained the depth of her relationship with Hiccup, how she bonded with a female, forest green colored Singetail she had named Bluster, and spoke of her sexual exploits in vivid detail, as well as telling how well-endowed Hiccup was, causing Willow's eyes to widen and smirk. It also caused Arianna to blush, but smile regardless.

"My, my," she exhaled softly. "To experience such affection, pleasure, and exploration, not just out in the world, but with your sexuality as well..."

"It's certainly been an experience," Rapunzel nodded as she sighed happily. "But I couldn't be any happier."

"Likewise," Arianna said as she caressed the light brown fur of her cloak, still growing accustomed to Viking cloaks. "After Frederic died, I thought that I would never find a connection with anyone else. But then I met Hiccup, Astrid, and those that Rapunzel and I share a bed with, and we not only have met some of the strongest, incredible, and diverse group of people we've ever met, but we also explored our sexuality together on a far more intimate stage." Laughing softly, Arianna mused out loud. "So much for 'proper Christian women,' am I right?" Willow laughed alongside her sister.

Rapunzel simply smiled, more than aware that her mother was referring to her strict upbringing and that the Roman Catholic Church had a hand in raising the spirits of not only Arianna and the late Frederic, but all the "Christian" kingdoms throughout Germany. The blond beauty then frowned at the thought of the Church raising an army to exact vengeance against Hiccup and the kingdom that was meant for his people, the dragons, and those he held closest to his heart. She had heard the stories of the late Prince Haehmund and his Zealot Order from both Hiccup and Jack Overland (with whom Rapunzel had quickly formed a strong bond and friendship with, both him and his sister), and it made her wonder if another army would put Hiccup to the test.

"Rapunzel? Are you alright?"

Snapping out of her thoughts and looking into her mother's stunning eyes, which gleamed with worry, Rapunzel was about to reply when horns sounded, alerting the Berk Guard of new arrivals to seek an audience with the King and Queen of Vikings.

"What's happening?" Willow, who noted the Hairy Hooligans that made up the Berk Guard, sprinted past them, looked to her sister and niece for an explanation. "Are we under attack?"

"No, not under attack, Aunt Willow," Rapunzel reassured. "Just more arrivals to see Hiccup and Astrid."

The three women soon laid eyes on a tall, muscular man with tanned, ivory skin, bearing fiery red hair that was braided, and he had a well-groomed beard, both of which were streaked with gray hair, signifying his age. He wore a black leather breastplate with chain mail underneath as an extra layer of protection for the upper body, resembling a shirt that stopped at his muscular arms. He wore black forearm braces, dark grey leather pants, and black fur boots. And draped over his broad shoulders was a thick bear fur cloak, making the man look bigger than he was. Accompanying him were six Viking warriors in black leather and gleaming chain mail armor; they bore black shields with gilded triangles entwined.

"Halt there," one of the Berk Guards said to the newcomers. "State your business here."

Gesturing to those who sought an audience with Hiccuo and Astrid, the tall stranger spoke. "I am here to introduce myself to the King and Queen of Vikings," he smiled before continuing. "I've heard much about them, particularly the king, and I had to see with my own two eyes if he lives up to his reputation or if it's a gross exaggeration."

"I assure you, Hiccup lives up to his reputation."

The stranger looked to see Rapunzel approach confidently, with Arianna and Willow swiftly by her side, as well as Bluster. "We would know that better than most," referring to both herself and Arianna, Rapunzel continued. "Hiccup Haddock is a man not to underestimate." The stranger approached the blond, causing Bluster to growl and protectively wrap her tail around her legs.

"Oh? And who might you be, lass?"

Standing straighter, Rapunzel stood her ground and replied firmly. "I am Rapunzel, the Golden Queen," she then gestured to her mother and aunt. "This is my mother, Arianna, and my aunt, Willow." Crossing her arms across her chest, she then eyed the man before her from head to toe before raising an inquisitive eyebrow. "And I think I speak for everyone when I ask you this. But who are you?"

Noting that the Vikings nearby stopped what they were doing to get a glimpse of what was transpiring, the stranger smirked before looking into Rapunzel's eyes. "I am part of the royal family, lass," extending his arms out, he boomed out for all to hear. "I am Gunnar Stormrider. The eldest son of Halfdan Haddock, and brother of Stoick the Vast and Spitelout."

The doors of the Great Hall were opened wide as a great many people were entering the massive structure to voice their concerns to the king and queen. Representatives from kingdoms that were in Scandinavia, yet not Viking in origin, as well as other kingdoms from faraway lands. One such representative was from the Kingdom of Far, Far Away, accompanied by a dozen royal knights, who were here on behalf of Princess Fiona. The message was a summons to the kingdom where Fiona was born, so that King Harald and Queen Lillian could not only meet the man who had rescued her from Dragons Keep, but also win her heart.

"King Harald and Queen Lillian wish for you, Hiccup Haddock, King of Vikings, to come to Far, Far Away, along with Princess Fiona, as well as those of your choosing by the end of the month," the representative said after lowering the scroll that held the words of his rulers. "We have with us two very skilled cartographers who can aid in adding our kingdom to your maps so that you can arrive at the appointed time."

"Thank you, you're too kind," Hiccup said before summoning two of his Kingsguard. "Escort the cartographers to the Hall of Knowledge and have them, as well as ours, get to work on adding Far. Far Away, my personal map of the known world." At once, the guards escorted the guest map makers to the Hall of Knowledge. "In the meantime, I invite you and those accompanying you to rest and eat. When you have had your fill, we will send you on your way back to your kingdom. And you can tell your rulers that I will attend their ball and meet them face to face. Me, Fiona, my wife, and those of my choosing."

The representative of Far, Far Away was not ignorant of the savage reputation of the Viking people. However, much of what he was expecting was merely a byproduct of fear or what those who had encountered Vikings during raids had said. Hiccup Haddock was a Viking, but he was quite possibly the most civilized Viking he had ever met, much to his relief.

"Thank you, King Hiccup," the representative bowed, gratitude evident in his voice. "We shall partake in your hospitality, and leave these shores so that we can inform King Harald and Queen Lillian that you will arrive at Far, Far Away by the end of the month." With that said, two Kingsguards escorted the representative and knights to an empty table where they would be served food and ale.

Most of the Fair Queens were seated on thrones besides the two thrones reserved for Hiccup and Astrid, and if they were to be recognized as more than just lovers of the two Haddock rulers, they would need to partake in duties such as this.

Fiona, who was seated next to Hiccup, reached for his hand and placed it on top of his, smiling at him. "You're going to love Far, Far Away. It's an amazing kingdom," she then spoke to both Hiccup and Astrid. "This is an opportunity to make an ally out of my parents. I just hope they don't jump to conclusions and deem you "mindless savages" without the chance to get to know you."

"I guess time will tell," Astrid mused while cradling Nuffink, who was playing with a carved Deadly Nadder. "Our alliance with those who helped us defeat Drago and Apollyon still stands. But if we can sway your parents to deem us worthy allies, then the more the merrier. Especially if more enemies are skulking in the shadows with their eyes set on us and our adolescent empire."

"Agreed. And we can talk more about this later," Hiccup said to Astrid and Fiona both before looking at Snotlout. "Alright. Who's next?"

"Next!" Snotlout barked out for those in line to see the Haddock rulers. "Singlefile line people! Keep it moving."

Hours had passed as Hiccup and Astrid, along with the Fair Queens, tended to the needs of their people and those from lands far away, yet close to Scandinavia. Whether it was from the common folk, injustices done against neighbors, matters of state with the jarls who answer to Hiccup and Astrid directly, or ensuring territory that is part of the Northern Empire is secured. After taking several periodic recesses, the king and queen returned to their thrones, along with the Fair Queens.

"Alright, who's next?"

Ruffnut and Tuffnut, who had finished eating their midday meal, quickly scrambled to their feet, pushing each other until Tuffnut spoke first. "Next, we have..."

"...the rulers of the Kingdom of Aqualoria." Ruffnut interrupted, causing Tuffnut to glare at his sister, who merely smirked in response. "You snooze, you lose."

"Nobody was snoozing, you she-beast!"

Before Ruffnut and Tuffnut could get into one of their many sibling scraps, Astrid barked out at them. "Enough, you two!" They both flushed with embarrassment as the eyes of those visiting settled on them, and after murmuring apologies, they sat down. Sighing heavily, Astrid looked to the rulers of Aqualoria. "Please, step forward."

The rulers in question were Queen Athena and Princess Ariel, of the Kingdom of Aqualoria. Many eyes were on them, mostly men whose eyes settled particularly on Athena, and Hiccup couldn't blame them. She was a stunningly beautiful woman, with long, reddish-orange hair tied in a partial low ponytail. Her dazzling emerald eyes seemed to sparkle, yet Hiccup could see the distress evident in the eyes of his guest. The same could be said of her daughter, Ariel, who was the spitting image of her mother, both of them were beautiful women. Accompanying them both were six shield maidens, whose shields bore a striking design featuring a majestic trident intertwined with swirling waves beneath it. The trident symbolizes power and mastery over the sea, representing both Athena's and Ariel's authority as leaders. The flowing waves symbolize the ever-changing nature of the ocean and evoke the support and protection from the water. The colors of the emblem combine deep sea blue and emerald green, reflecting the ocean's depths and the lush landscapes of Aqualoria. Gold accents representing prosperity and strength weave through the design, adding a regal touch that signifies their noble heritage.

"Queen Athena. Princess Ariel," Hiccup greeted with his arms outstretched. "Welcome to New Berk." Both of Aqualoria's rulers bowed their heads in both acknowledgment and respect to both Hiccup and Astrid. "How may we serve you?"

"King Hiccup. Queen Astrid. Thank you, for allowing us the chance to plead our case to you," Athena began, her beautiful voice full of distress. "I come here with my youngest daughter, Ariel, to not only warn you and all the people of Scandinavia, but also plead for your assistance in dealing with a new threat that will soon spread throughout our lands like a plague."

Sitting straighter, Hiccup and Astrid shared a look, knowing full well that whatever was coming not just for them and their people, would interrupt not only the expansion of the Northern Empire, but also disrupt trade and commerce with foreigners.

"Tell me, Queen Athena," Astrid said before asking what everyone was asking either each other or themselves. "What is this threat that would disrupt the ascension of our rise as an empire?"

Ariel stepped forward and answered. "Pirates, Queen Astrid," reaching for the inside of her fur cloak, she pulled out a banner of some kind, which was torn, and mired with blood and grime as she unfolded it for all to see. The banner was of black cloth, which was worn and weathered, bearing a gnarly skull with the jaw agape. "This..." she held the banner high for all to see before continuing. "...is the banner of Grimbeard the Ghastly." Murmurs filled the Great Hall, mainly from those who were Hairy Hooligans.

"Now that's a name we have not heard in a very long time," Gobber mused out loud.

Egil Hofferson, who was seated with his wife, Ingrid, who was cradling her grandchild, Finnick, stood from the table he had been eating at. "Aye, we Hairy Hooligans are well familiar with the name," he said before shaking his head. "He and many others left Old Berk days after Hiccup and Toothless slew the Red Death. Clinging to ancient dogma and traditions of the past, Grimbeard and his followers left and became ocean thieves. Trading not only humans but dragons as well whenever they aren't out at sea thieving."

Hiccup recalled Grimbeard briefly back on Old Berk, only catching a brief glimpse of him and his people departing from the rest of the Hairy Hooligans after being disillusioned with the idea of living alongside dragons after they and all Viking people had spent so long fighting and killing dragons. Now, many years later, this man and his followers could cause problems for the trade routes ferrying goods and supplies.

"And tell me, Queen Athena," Hiccup said returning his attention to her. "What has Grimbeard done to you and your daughter? If you seek my assistance in dealing with him, he must've wronged you."

Closing her eyes, Athena sighed heavily. "He... attacked my people when our lands had been deemed uninhabitable. During that raid, he killed my husband, and he took my six remaining daughters as slaves," shaking her head softly, Athena felt the sting of loss and failure coursing through her, as she recalled those unfortunate events. "What remained of my people abandoned our old home since Grimbeard and the pirate crews he had assembled to attack us burned it to the ground. Since then, we've made a new home and seek the means to live from the water."

"The gods have provided for us," Ariel added before wrapping an arm around her mother, to comfort her. "But we now come to you and beg you to aid us in seeing Grimbeard the Ghastly pay for his crimes. And if possible, help restore our family."

Sympathizing with the pain of loss, Hiccup knew he couldn't stand idle and allow Grimbeard to roam the realms of his kingdom, not when he, and whoever else he was allied with threatened trade and commerce.

"Snotlout. Fishlegs. Ruff. Tuff."

The four of them stood straighter as they awaited Hiccup's orders. "Make sure your dragons are well rested and fed," his face was stern with conviction as he made his decision. "Tomorrow we ride and try to pick up Grimbeard's scent and apprehend him and his crew, where we'll drop them off at Outcast Island with Warden Kaldrek."

"Ha! Finally, some action." Snotlout barked out excitedly.

"Meatlug and I will be ready, Hiccup," Fishlegs promised.

"Yes! We get to blow stuff up again!" Both Ruffnut and Tuffnut exclaimed excitedly.

Astrid rolled her eyes at Snotlout and the Twins, but she was smiling at their enthusiasm to face a new enemy. "In the meantime," she said to Athena and Ariel. "Make yourselves comfortable. We will be having a feast later on, and we would be honored if you would join us."

"A great honor," Athena acknowledged before smiling respectfully. "One that we accept. Thank you."

As the rulers and warriors of Aqualoria were escorted out of the Great Hall, Hiccup sighed and wondered what else he and the other riders would face in the coming days. But until then, he still had a duty to serve his people, and serve them he will.

"Next!"