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A/N: This story is inspired by Anna's Adventures by ChocolateCookieCream, but instead of that story set in the modern era, this story is set towards the end of the Viking era and medieval times. If the title of this book isn't clear to my more... ignorant readers, this book will contain PLENTY of sex, smut, sin, and all manner of sexual intercourse. Not only that but there's more to this story than Hiccup having a large harem of Viking women and other women from other fandoms, you'll see that as the story progresses. Also, in this story, Scandinavia has become unlivable: plague has spread like wildfire, killing off a vast number of Viking tribes and kingdoms, not only that, but starvation has swept through which only ups the death rate for the Scandinavian Vikings and dragons too, yes, the dragons will be returning. So, what's left of the Viking people rally to Hiccup as their last hope and crown him king of all Vikings, they essentially become migrant people that set out to conquer new land where they can settle and begin anew. It's during these conquests that Hiccup will create his harem, but I'll get into more detail on how it works in the story. But, of course, we're starting this story off with some passionate Hiccstrid smut. Now, sit back, and enjoy!

(Normal pov— New Berk)

The Vikings of Scandinavia were by no means strangers to strife, hardship, and conflict, it was part of their way of life and what made them strong and feared by many who had encountered them throughout the centuries. However, the Viking people's hardship now was unlike anything they've encountered before. It had been two years after the death of Grimmel the Grisly, the destruction of the Northern Alliance, and the departure of the dragons. Since that time, the people of Berk had been settling into their new home and once again adapting to a life without their dragons, it took some time, but eventually, the Vikings of Berk once again relied on themselves and not on their dragons.

But all the hard work the Hairy Hooligans had put in to make their new home livable was now in vain.

Carrier messages via hawks came flooding from a number of Viking tribes and kingdoms that found their way to New Berk, specifically its chief, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, informing him that the lands were not yielding crops, and the fisherman were returning with less fish every day and that their cattle were succumbing to sickness which ultimately rendered them useless to eat. As a result of this drastic decline in food, starvation swept across Scandinavia like wildfire. They purchased what they could from traders and merchants, but since the lands were withering like decaying corpses and the seas were not providing them with the excess food they needed, they had begun debating whether or not to abandon their lands which they had staked a claim to for several generations.

Starvation and the loss of arable lands, however, wasn't the only problem the Viking people now faced. A horrifying plague had spread almost overnight, worse than anything the Viking people have encountered, this plague was even more ruthless than the Scourge of Odin. Entire tribes and kingdoms were lost to this plague, and those who showed signs of the plague were killed without pity or mercy in order to protect those who had yet to become sick. Fire was then set to the abandoned villages and kingdoms in an effort to keep the plague at bay, but to no avail. If starvation didn't kill you then the plague most certainly will.

It felt as if Ragnarök had descended upon the Viking people.

In spite of all the horrifying events taking place throughout Scandinavia, New Berk was among the last of the Viking tribes that had not been touched by the plague or loss of arable lands, however, Chief Hiccup had received several reports from those among his people who stood as farmers that their cattle are being affected by the rotten air, resulting in them to become weak and not aiding the farmers in plowing through the fields they farm. With this setback, food needed to be used wisely, meaning they couldn't throw feasts or celebrations which would only see their food stores severely depleted, and then they would have to resort to taking food out of the reserve stash houses throughout New Berk and the Archipelago.

Not only did starvation affect the Vikings, but it also affected the dragons as well. Apparently, the abundance of sustenance in the Hidden World had become null and void, this resulted in the dragons that resided in the Hidden World emerging in great numbers, and their numbers threatened to darken the skies. Luckily, the King of Dragons, Toothless, was able to keep order among the dragons, and when the dragons returned to New Berk, it was a shock to all of them, but the reunion was sweet, despite the dire circumstances. However, with the dragons back in droves too numerous to count, it meant there were many more mouths to be fed. Although the Hairy Hooligans did what they could for their dragons and their hatchlings, there wasn't enough food to go around for both men and dragons.

Hundreds of Vikings who had escaped the plague had all come to New Berk, seeking out Chief Hiccup to lead them out of this crisis. The Viking people looked to the Æsir for guidance, of course, yet their cries and prayers were not answered and it only led to more of their people being killed thanks to malnutrition and plague. The most recognizable of these Viking tribes included the Outcasts, the Bog Burglars, and the Berserkers, who not only held a vast armada holding their warriors and people, but also a large number of the Defenders of the Wing, who wished to remain at Queen Mala's side after she had married Dagur the Deranged after the war with Viggo, Krogan, and Johann many years ago. Hiccup and his people were happy to see many of their old friends and allies, but many more Viking tribes and kingdoms flocked to New Berk, some came in only a handful of longboats while others came in large fleets, seeking respite and provisions after the strife and hardships they had endured.

Hiccup, being the compassionate man that he was, did what he could for the Viking migrants at his door, but he also had to keep Berk and its inhabitants in mind. After all, a Chief protects his own, as his father, Stoick the Vast, had told him before he sacrificed his life to ensure Berk's future chief lives and leads the Hairy Hooligans into a prosperous future. Not only did the responsibility of his people bear down on Hiccup's shoulders but so did making sure his allies, countrymen, and the re-emerged dragons didn't die out from starvation and this ruthless plague only added another weight of burden on Hiccup's shoulders. Currently, the chief of New Berk was in the Great Hall, gathered with the various Viking chiefs, jarls, earls, kings, and queens from all over Scandinavia, Iceland, and even Greenland. All of these leaders had convened to discuss a course of action— whether or not to remain in Scandinavia or to become a united migrant people and go out into Midgard and conquer new lands for their people to begin anew and thrive once more. Using this crisis to convene The Thing, which was an assembly to resolve conflict or otherwise, Hiccup found that Scandinavia's present circumstance was an appropriate time to gather and come up with a solution that works for the people of Scandinavia and the dragons.

For several hours now, these great Viking leaders were discussing what to do and it seemed as if they were getting nowhere thanks to each leader wanting to go off and do their own thing, despite Hiccup's efforts to calm the masses down, his words fell on deaf ears.

"This argument is a waste of time!" Alvin the Treacherous boomed out, slamming his meaty fists against the table they were gathered around. All eyes turned to him as he then stated the obvious. "Our lands are being ravaged by plague, our people are dying from starvation, and despite our devotion to the gods, our pleas for help by their divine hands have gone unanswered! Our course of action is plain as day, we must leave Scandinavia and conquer new lands if we are to survive!" Roars of agreement filled the air while others remained silent.

"Aye! We're Vikings, this debate is useless! Since our homelands can no longer sustain the dragons and us, we must go and do what our ancestors would do— raid and conquer!"

"Let us go to England! Many of our people reside there. Why not rip away that land from the Christians and claim it as our own?"

"Why England? There's much more out there! We aren't just conquerors, but we're explorers too. We must expand our vision and go beyond what we are familiar with."

Again, the Hall erupted with the Viking rulers exclaiming and barking at each other. Hiccup pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing heavily in frustration while also murmuring for the gods to give him patience in dealing with his guests who all had a difference of opinion on where they should begin anew.

"There's nothing more stubborn than a mob of tired, hungry Vikings."

Chuckling to himself, Hiccup turned to his beautiful mother, Valka, who approached him with a warm smile on her face. His mother was wearing a sleeveless green shirt over her tunic, and a fur wrap over that as well. Her belt has a large buckle in the front and brown armbands cover her forearms. Her long auburn hair was still kept in three separate knotted braids, and there were still signs of greying in the elder Haddock's hair. Despite being in her early forties, Valka was one of the most capable women on Berk, something Hiccup admired and was strangely attracted to, even when meeting her for the first time back at the Bewilderbeast nest.

Not only was Valka a capable warrior and leader, her beauty was blinding, many men attempted to claim Valka as their own, but she firmly refused them all, she stated she wouldn't dishonor the memory of her late husband, Stoick the Vast, by whoring with other men. She also voiced with a firm voice that she was loyal only to Berk and to her son. However, when a group of more brazen and witless Hooligans attempted to rape Valka, Hiccup had them all relieved of their cocks and then branded them all as skóggangrs, outlaws. Full outlawry meant that the outlaw lost his right to live as a full member of society for the rest of their life. And because these Hooligans thought they could defile their chieftain's mother, they were cast out of Viking society and could be killed without repercussions.

The now twenty-three-year-old chief of Berk was currently seated on his throne with his wife, Astrid, seated by his side as well. Perched in Hiccup's lap was his two-year-old daughter, Zephyr Haddock. She was currently playing with a stuffed doll of Toothless, a doll that Valka had made for her granddaughter, similar to how she made a stuffed Deadly Nadder doll for Hiccup when he too was a baby.

"It's bad enough with the weight of chiefdom on my shoulders, but now I need to make sure my guests don't shed blood in my Hall," the young chief murmured to his mother. He then turned to Astrid with a questioning look. "Where would you like to go? England or somewhere unknown?"

Shrugging, Astrid tucked a strand of her blond hair behind her ear. "Well, I've never been to England before, and aside from Dragon's Edge, I don't know what else Midgard has to offer," she then gave her husband a curious smirk. "What about you, oh great Dragon Master?"

Rolling his eyes, Hiccup smiled as Zephyr giggled to herself while hugging the doll of Toothless to her small chest. Looking back to his wife, Hiccup gave his sarcastic reply. "As long as I'm not surrounded by tired, hungry Vikings, all be happy," his response made Astrid and Valka giggle quietly.

As the Viking leaders continued to bicker amongst themselves, one of the older earls stepped forward and voiced his own opinion. "Where would we go, my friends? Our people have pillaged and gone out on raiding parties many times before, some of them never returned to tell their tales back in our Great Halls." The earl then looked to everyone gathered and continued. "It is true that sooner or later, we must leave these lands, or else we risk killing off the future generations of the Viking people and newly birthed dragons because our food reserves will have been depleted. Many among us have children or are expecting children soon, the decline of crops, cattle, and food will not help our women remain strong whilst they carry the future of our people in their wombs. And this plague is more fatal than anything we've encountered before, it too is a threat to our survival and future," hums and grunts of agreement filled the air as the old earl then concluded his words with a question. "And so, this is what I say: where will we go when the time comes to abandon our ancestral lands? We must decide as one people."

Yet again, the leaders of the Viking people all spoke at once, making it impossible for anyone to understand each other due to the ugly panic that had gripped them. Hiccup, who had decided it was time to step in, suddenly rose from his throne, but not before handing Zephyr over to Astrid. As Berk's chieftain approached the massive table where all his allies and guests were discussing a course of action, everyone soon stopped talking when their host was by their side. Hiccup looked down at the table and laid eyes on one massive map he himself had created, it was a map of the entirety of Scandinavia and the Barbaric Archipelago, but he also possessed maps of lands far beyond their world and he possessed knowledge of numerous suitable lands for their people to begin anew from traders New Berk had dealt with over the years.

Releasing a heavy sigh, Hiccup lifted his up to look his allies and guests in the eyes. "We face a difficult choice, leave behind the only home we've known or venture out into the unknown and tame those who seek to prevent us from securing the future of our existence. I don't know about you, but I would like to see my daughter and heir, Zephyr, grow up in a world where she will flourish in, many of you stand as mothers and fathers, and I believe I speak for you when I say you want your children to grow and to live long lives, do you not?" Many hummed and grunted in agreement, causing the leader of the Hairy Hooligans to nod before continuing. "We're no strangers to making hard choices, for the sake of our people, families, and those we hold close to our hearts. You all came to me because you know my saga: the once laughing stock of Old Berk who shot down the Unholy Offspring of Lightning and Death Itself, and instead of killing the last Night Fury, I bonded with him, and we ended three centuries of war between Vikings and dragons by slaying the Red Death at Helheim's Gate, turning our world upside down. You know of my many great accomplishments, and the losses I've suffered, and you all know that I seek what's in the best interest of my people, the dragons, and my allies, especially in circumstances like this."

"We are well aware that you prefer the peaceful route rather than bloodshed, Hiccup Haddock, as any wise leader should," Queen Mala spoke with respect and deep admiration. Her pixie cut was longer the last time Hiccup had seen her, but she was as beautiful as ever. She then gave Hiccup a look of desolation. "However, since we've placed our lives in your hands, it is imperative that we all agree on making the right course of action, for the sake of our people and those we hold close to our hearts. I lost many I loved to this severe plague that has spread like wildfire, among our dead are Throk and... my now late husband, Dagur."

"Did he die by the plague?" Hiccup inquired after several minutes of silence.

Shaking her head, Mala clarified. "He met a warrior's death. A handful of Berserkers sought to take advantage of the chaos our home was going through by trying to steal a great many barrels of supplies and food, leaving those less able among the Berserker people to starve. However, Dagur stopped them before they could flee, and though my late husband fought valiantly and killed all of those who put themselves before their people, he was fatally wounded by the leader of those renegades," releasing a shaky exhale, Mala then smiled sadly. "His dying wish was that we all seek you out for refuge and that he could think of no one better to tend his people and the two of us." Referring to both herself and Heather.

"Of course, I'll see to it that you two as well as the Berserkers and the Defenders of the Wing are tended to," he then looked to all his allies. "That includes all of you as well. I swear, on my sacred arm ring that I will ensure the Viking people have a future and that we find a new place to call home."

"Thank you, Hiccup," Heather said with heartfelt gratitude. "I truly appreciate that you're willing to do that for my people. For all of us."

Sympathy struck Hiccup like a knife embedding into his flesh, he looked to both Mala and Heather, both women's faces were twisted with mourning and melancholy. It was hard to believe Dagur the Deranged was defeated by cowards that would endanger helpless women, children, and the elderly by taking what little the Berserkers had left. Hiccup's relationship with Dagur had always been... complicated, especially when they were younger, but ever since the two of them mended old wounds and became allies during the war with the Dragon Hunters, Dagur and the Berserker Tribe had been solid allies with Berk. Although Dagur was now drinking and feasting with the gods in Valhalla, Hiccup would make sure the Berserkers and Hairy Hooligans would remain strong allies

Giving both Heather and Mala a warm smile, Hiccup nodded firmly at them, silently promising them that they would be safe with him. He then turned back to the maps before them, Hiccup then looked to his own map which had been completed throughout the years' thanks to multiple voyages throughout Scandinavia, his map contained the entirety of Norway and lands beyond the Barbaric Archipelago. But since Norway and all of Scandinavia had become unlivable, Hiccup gestured to the maps of Europe.

"Ever since Ragnar Lothbrok first raided England, he showed the Viking people that this world is far bigger than we could've ever imagined. If we are to find a new home and ensure our people thrive for many more generations, we must go out into the unknown and be prepared to fight for our futures," Berk's chief then continued. "Many more of our people reside in England to raid and conquer that land, but I believe there is a greater bounty than England."

Crossing his beefy arms across his chest, Mogadon the Meathead, Chief of the Meathead Tribe spoke up. "Oh? And what bounty is that, lad?"

"Beyond England, there's vast territories and land that could be large enough for our people to settle, the land is rich for farming, and we can begin anew—"

"And how do you know these vast territories and lands exist?"

Looking up at the bold Viking who interrupted him, Hiccup looked up at a proud, well-built Viking who was draped in a thick bear fur cloak. He appeared to be in his early thirties, he had a well-groomed beard on his tattooed face, his dark brown hair was done in a man bun hairstyle, and he was twiddling with his gilded arm ring on his right wrist.

"If you want to know if something is real or not, we sail and once again, fly there," Hiccup said before narrowing his eyes at the man who interrupted him. "I don't know you. What's your name?"

"Prince Harald Haraldson," he said with pride. "I'm the grandson of Harald Fairhair, King of all Norway."

Many of the Vikings of Norway murmured amongst themselves, although Hiccup was a Viking whose saga and fame threatened to eclipse all the Viking heroes of old, many still regarded the old heroes, including King Fairhair, the very first king of all Norway. With Harald Haraldson asserting his heritage, Hiccup could tell this was intentional, a man of great ambition, and if not kept in line, Harald's ambitions could threaten the Viking people. And at this moment in time, Hiccup could see that this man threatened the lives of everyone in this room because of his ambition alone.

"You wish to become king over the people of Norway," Hiccup stated before continuing. "But I have an inkling you want more than that. You want to be king over us all. Am I right?" The response Harald gave was a smirk, causing Hiccup to snort and then nod. "Well, seeing as though these great leaders have come to me and not you speaks volumes about you as a ruler. Perhaps your people aren't so content under your rule, and the only people who benefit are your inner circle and your personal guards," Harald's smirk disappeared as Hiccup then looked to his fellow Vikings. "I look to you all and ask you this: which of us should become the very first King of Vikings? I, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III or Harald Haraldson, Prince of Norway? Talk amongst yourselves for a while and cast your vote when you've made your decision."

As Hiccup seated himself back on his throne, his people gave him looks as if he had suddenly grown two heads, it was a look that Hiccup was intimate with, specifically when he was still a boy and he was looked down upon by his people. But now, he was giving these leaders the choice to elect a king that would rule all the Vikings of Scandinavia.

While the leaders spoke among themselves, Hiccup saw Fishlegs approaching him. The large, knowledgeable Viking murmured in shock. "You wish to become King of Vikings, Hiccup?!" When the young chief of Berk shrugged in response, Fishlegs gave him a confused look. "Why do this? We all know you're not fond of being chief. So why take on the burden of kingship and well-being of all Viking people in Scandinavia?"

"Because that arrogant, pompous fool will drive us all to our ruin," Hiccup murmured lowly while referring to Harald Haraldson who was speaking with those in his inner circle. "He could be the grandson to Odin Himself, but I could care less. That man is using the suffering of our people as means of securing power and abusing that power. I won't let his greed, ambition, and lust for power drive our people and the dragons into the dust. If becoming king is what it takes to secure all our futures, then so be it."

Blowing a raspberry, Tuffnut then chuckled. "Wow. Don't get me wrong, your motives are admirable, Chief, and that will most likely be the reason all these leaders choose you as the very first King of Vikings, but... to become King of Vikings, means you'll need to sacrifice your own comfort and pleasure for the sake of the Viking people," he then turned to the leaders talking amongst themselves and then back at Hiccup. "Good luck, Hiccy, you're gonna need it, especially now."

"Thank you, Tuffnut," Hiccup said in a dry manner. "Your words fill me with confidence."

Grinning, Tuffnut gave a firm nod. "Glad I can be of help, Chief!"

Rolling his eyes, Snotlout stepped forward and gave Hiccup a reassuring smirk. "Whatever happens, cousin, I'm with you," he then turned to Eret and jabbed at his arm in a playful manner. "You, however, might not--"

"I'm with you too, chief," Eret said firmly while giving Snotlout an annoyed glare. Looking over towards Haraldson, he then inquired. "What if these great leaders rally to him?"

Shifting in his seat, Hiccup shook his head. "Then I follow my father's words, and protect my own," he looked to his wife and daughter with a smile. "If Haraldson is chosen as King of Vikings, then I will look after my people and my family, not a man who walks around and believes he's descendant from the Æsir. Such hubris will endanger the lives of our people, not just the Hairy Hooligans, but every Viking tribe and kingdom."

"Well said, son," Valka then looked to the leaders and added. "I hope these noble leaders feel the same way you do."

Finally, when the leaders had all talked amongst themselves, they informed Hiccup that they were ready to cast their vote. Summoning Gothi and the hofgothi priests to bring forth two basins of water, Hiccup had them collect stones that bore the emblem of the Hairy Hooligans and Fairhair dynasty. When the voting began, many of the smaller, yet more vulnerable leaders cast their votes for Harald, believing that his luck and his bloodline can lead them to good fortune. However, many more cast their votes for Hiccup, mainly those that the former heir of Berk had once fought against or was on shaky terms with. When all of the Viking leaders had all cast their votes, the scales were perfectly balanced, either Hiccup or Harald would become the very first King of Vikings, and the only ones who could tip the balance in each man's favor was Queen Mala of the Defenders of the Wing as well as Berserkers and Chieftess Atali of the Wingmaidens.

And unknowingly to Harald Haraldson, his chance at ruling over all Viking people was lost forever.

Both Mala and Atali cast their votes for Hiccup, tipping the scales in his favor. Haraldson's mouth was agape in shock, disbelief, and anger. The grandson of King Fairhair then slammed his fist against the table. "You place our lives in the hands of this boy?" Many of the leaders grunted in agreement with Harald while many more frowned upon his words.

"Clearly, you underestimate Stoick's son, Haraldson," Alvin said with a roll of his eyes. "If anyone is capable of leading our people to prosperity, it's Hiccup Haddock."

"I agree," Big-Boobied Bertha looked at Haraldson while shaking her head. "True, Hiccup Haddock is not your normal Viking, his saga and fame speak volumes of what kind of man he is."

Bearing his teeth, Haraldson seethed. "I don't care what you say about this runt," he spat out before continuing. "He doesn't deserve this privilege and honor—"

"I'm sorry, but have I done something to offend you, Harald Haraldson?" Hiccup demanded in a tone firm.

Approaching Berk's chieftain, Harald sized him up. "Yes," he said in an intimidating manner. "I'm offended that what's left of the Viking leaders in Scandinavia are relying on a hiccup who allowed his own father to give up his own life so that can lead the Hairy Hooligans and now lead us—"

Harald's witless words were cut short when Hiccup seized him by the back of his head and pressed Inferno against his throat. Everyone fell silent at the display, Harald's bodyguards attempted to come to their princes' aid, but they were stopped by Hiccup's own guard, as well as Snotlout, Fishlegs, Tuffnut, and Eret, Son of Eret who had weapons drawn and pointed at Harald's men.

"You are a guest under the roof of my Hall and on my island, Harald Haraldson, so I will forgive you of your insolence," bearing his teeth at the Prince of Norway, Hiccup seethed out. "But if you ever speak to me or about my father in such a manner again, I will cut out your tongue and Blood Eagle you myself. Am I understood?" Nodding furiously at Hiccup's threatening words, Harald was then released and he backed away from Hiccup's fuming gaze. "If you're unhappy that you'll now be under my command, take your people and leave, find a new place to settle and rule—"

"T-That won't be necessary... King Hiccup," Harald sighed before shaking his head. "My people don't have enough supplies and food, if we were to part ways, we'd be sailing into the unknown and I would be sentencing my people to their deaths."

Grunting, Hiccup then crossed his arms across his chest. "Ah, that means you need me," getting in Haraldson's face, the now King of Vikings spoke in a cool tone. "With the power of kingship bestowed upon me by these noble leaders, I can see to it that you and your people starve and fend for yourselves." Hiccup then snorted. "But I'm not going to do that. Like it or not, you and your people are now my people. The same is said for every Viking tribe and kingdom gathered here on my island," stepping away from Haraldson, the King of Vikings then returned to the table full of maps and charts before gesturing to a map of Europe, Hiccup pointed out to a vast section of land that was connected to Denmark. "From the traders and merchants that I've interacted with who deal in this land, they say there's vast, rich land that has been untouched by man, it would be perfect for our people to begin anew. It's called Germany, and it's where I believe we can begin again and prosper."

"The Christians are expanding to new lands with each passing day, this... Germany is neighbors with the Franks. And if we've learned anything from the past, the Franks are a formidable opponent," one of the Viking queens stated, causing every Viking to grunt and hum in agreement. "What if Germany is overrun by the Christians?"

Hiccup pointed to England. "We go to England first and convince the Vikings who've settled there to join us. After all, the remaining kings of the English kingdoms have been trying to expel our people from their lands for decades, I have no doubt that any Vikings or Danes who desire a new homeland will want to join us," he then shrugged. "Once our numbers continue to swell, we go to Germany, and if the Christians or anyone is brazen enough to challenge us and the dragons, we'll deal with them, as Vikings." A chorus of "ayes" filled the air, causing Hiccup to nod. "Then it's settled. Inform your people of our plan, we leave these lands at dawn tomorrow."

Before leaving, however, the leaders of the Viking people watched as Gothi and the hofgothi returned with a crown suited for a king. After praying to the gods to bless the Scandinavian people's future, Gothi crowned Hiccup and every Viking leader began banging their fists against the table, signifying their respect and loyalty to their new king, everyone except for Haraldson and a few other Viking leaders. After dismissing his people, Hiccup was hugged from behind by Gobber, causing the young king to yelp when he was lifted off of his feet.

"Oh, lad, if Stoick were here with us now, he'd be so proud of you," Gobber then set his old blacksmith apprentice down and offered him a crooked grin. "Anything you need, my king, don't be shy."

Smiling, Hiccup patted his old mentor's back. "Thank you, Gobber. I know that if my father were still with us, he'd be supporting me in every way he can," he then looked to his friends and gave them a smile and nod. "You all can go now, get some rest. The day ahead of us will be long." Obeying the command of their king, everyone left, but not before offering more congratulations.

Valka gave her son a kiss on the forehead and smiled warmly at him. "I'll see you in the morning, my king," she said in a playful manner while bowing her head. Hiccup rolled his eyes but smiled at his mother's playfulness before he bid her goodnight. After sharing a kiss with Astrid and placing one on Zephyr's forehead, Valka left, leaving the King of Vikings alone with his wife and daughter.

"Looks like our daughter is out like a light," Astrid chuckled softly while cradling Zephyr against her breasts. "I'm going to place her in bed in the back." Nodding at his wife, Hiccup watched as his wife made her way to the bedroom that had been made whenever the two of them would be far too tired to walk back to their own house.

While looking over the maps, Hiccup removed the crown that had been placed on his head not long ago, he found it hard to believe that he was not only a king, but now he was king over all Scandinavian people. This new responsibility was another weight that had been placed on Hiccup's shoulders, and although he despised the duty of leading, he knew that he needed to step up and ensure the Viking people aren't erased from history.

"The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few."

Chuckling softly, Hiccup recalled his father's words of wisdom echo in his mind, and although he favored freedom to explore new lands and discover new species of dragons, the King of Vikings knew his desires would have to come last, especially when the lives of his people mattered. Not only did Hiccup now need to worry about the lives of his fellow Vikings as well as the dragons, but he also knew the perils of being king, he knew that assassins or mercenaries would be sent to take his life and the life of his mother, wife, and daughter, effectively eliminating his bloodline.

Strong arms wrapped around Hiccup's middle, causing him to sigh as Astrid embraced him from behind. "You're stressed," her statement caused Hiccup to snort and roll his eyes. Pressing her lips against the back of his neck, the king then inhaled sharply when his wife's hand then cupped his groin while purring against his ear. "Let me relax you, my king."

"A-Astrid—"

"Shh, relax, babe. I've got you," Astrid slipped her hand into her husband's pants and the both of them moaned as she grasped his cock which was growing more erect by the second. While massaging her husband's groin, Astrid bit her bottom lip and exhaled in a husky tone. "Gods, you're so hard, babe. Let me get you out of those pants." Moaning in relief when Astrid yanked down his pants and undergarments in one hard tug, she then began expertly stroking him from base to tip.

Closing his eyes, Hiccup moaned in delight at his wife's touch, despite the fact that anyone could barge in on them, Hiccup could care less in this heated moment he was sharing with his goddess of a wife. Pre-cum wept from his tip, serving as a lubricant for Astrid to increase her strokes until her hand was almost a blur. Releasing a pitiful whine when Astrid ceased her ministrations, the young king allowed his wife to take off his fur cloak, leather armor, and tunic while he stepped out of his right boot, leaving him shamelessly naked.

Spinning him around to face her, the Queen of Vikings pulled her husband in for a deep, passionate kiss, causing him to groan in contentment while he too returned her kiss. Eventually, Astrid pulled away from his lips and soon began descending down to his razor-sharp jawline, his jugular, and his chest. Hiccup gasped as Astrid lapped his nipples, her skilled fingers dancing over his hips and thighs, and then slowly wandered back down to his pulsing cock and balls. Growling that he was the only one undressed, Hiccup tugged at Astrid's blue short-sleeved tunic, her signature spiked skirt, her knee-high fur boots, and the white fur cape around her shoulders until she too was naked. Suddenly grabbing two handfuls of his wife's pert backside, Hiccup lifted her off her feet and laid her on top of the maps and charts. The sight of his naked wife radiating in the firelight with her azure eyes burning with love and desire for him made Hiccup growl in desire, causing Astrid to grin.

"Like what you see, my king?"

Kneeling before his wife, Hiccup murmured against her right thigh. "I do," savoring the moans of anticipation from Astrid, the king then ghosted over her sopping sex. "Now, just lay there, and let your king worship you like the goddess that you are." Releasing a chuckle and moan at the same time, Astrid threw her head back and placed a hand in Hiccup's hair as he began to devour her as if he'd never have the chance to do so again. Taking hold of her legs, the king threw them over his shoulders and intensified his ministrations, his tongue delving deep into her folds and collecting her sweet nectar. Seeing his wife writhe and moan against the maps made Hiccup fully erect, just as he and his new subjects had made plans to conquer a vast section of Europe, here he was, conquering his wife with his tongue.

"G-Gods, yes! Hiccup, you're so good with tongue," Astrid mewled while clawing the maps and table beneath her. "Ah! H-Hiccup!" The whimpers that came out of his wife's mouth told Hiccup that her climax was approaching, so he continued to drive his wife towards that cliff's edge until she finally reached her climax. While she was catching her breath, Astrid's eyes were closed, but they opened again when Hiccup pressed his lips against hers. Moaning at the taste of herself on his tongue, Astrid wrapped her arms around her husband's broad shoulders, pulling him on top of her. While the two of them slid against each other, Astrid reached down between them, taking hold of her husband's cock, and guiding him to her wet center until he slid inside her.

The heat. The tight grip of smooth muscles. The sight of Astrid's flushed face, so utterly debauched caused Hiccup to release a ragged moan. Gazing into her eyes with each thrust, Hiccup could see Astrid beaming up at him, she reached up to caress his face, and he leaned into her touch while pressing a tender kiss against her palm. Taking hold of her legs, Hiccup continued to thrust into the silken heat of Astrid's sex, causing him to close his eyes and savor the moans of pleasure that came from his wife and the blissful sensations that threatened to consume him. Astrid's husky voice when she begged him to go on and take her, the way their intertwined hands pressed to the table, and the rhythm of their heavy breathing and sweaty skin slapping against each other. The way they kissed and rutted, pressing and clutching each other, it was like a spell.

Perfection.

Astrid then began massaging her own breasts while encouraging her husband to continue with coy eyes and a mischievous smile. She then shrieked in laughter when Hiccup lifted her off of the table and carried her without detaching her from his cock. Now finding herself pinned against a nearby pillar, Astrid found that in this position, she and Hiccup were exposed and that anybody could walk in on them at any moment. But that only added to the thrill and excitement, because despite what anyone would say, she was Hiccup's wife, and she was unashamed to be intimate with her husband no matter where they were.

"Look at me, Milady," opening her eyes after savoring the immense pleasure washing over her, Astrid could see Hiccup's gorgeous forest green eyes were brimming with love for her, but also that his pupils threatened to consume his iris'. "I would look into those gorgeous eyes of yours, knowing that no other man in Midgard can reduce you into such a wanton state like I can."

"Yes. No man can or ever will make me reach bliss like you, babe," cupping her husband's face, she beamed. "No man, but you." The two then came in for a deep, heated kiss while Hiccup continued to thrust up into his wife and Astrid would meet his thrusts by lifting herself off of his cock and then coming back down on him. The lewd sound of sweaty skin slapping against each other, their moans entwining together, and the scent of their lovemaking were what drove Hiccup home, he groaned loudly against his wife's lips and planted rope after rope of seed inside his wife's womb. Feeling his seed inside her made Astrid moan weakly against Hiccup's lips and she too reached her climax, she felt lightheaded, but thankfully Hiccup kept her pinned and secured against the pillar until her vision cleared and she no longer felt unsteady.

Once the feeling of their climaxes had faded, the two Haddocks collected their clothes and made their way into the bedroom. The day had been long and exhausting, and although the prospect of having another round of lovemaking was tempting, they needed to be prepared to depart Scandinavia at dawn.

"So, what was that for?" Hiccup inquired after a long but comfortable silence while settling in bed.

Turning to her husband, Astrid gave him a look of mock offense. "Can't a wife show her husband how much she loves him?" She then continued. "After all, you're stressed. With our world coming to an end, I wanted to help relieve you of the stress on your shoulders." She then snuggled against Hiccup, he pulled her close, kiss her sweaty brow and murmur words of love against her head, causing her to sigh in contentment.

"Hiccup, I know that you already have enough to worry about: the continued survival of our people, the burden of kingship, the continued safety of the dragons, and where we Vikings settle and thrive, but what of the Haddock bloodline?"

"What of it?"

"Every king needs more than one heir, yes, we have Zephyr, and I love her with all my heart, but what if she died of the plague or by some unfortunate tragedy?"

Sitting up, Hiccup gave his wife a reassuring look. "My bloodline is secured, Astrid. With you, the woman of my heart's desire. Unless, you're suggesting that I..." his eyes widened in realization at what Astrid was getting at. He then gave her a disbelieving look. "A harem? You want me to establish a harem?"

"Now that you're king of all Vikings, you need to ensure the Haddock bloodline remains strong, especially now that you're the king. What if assassins came and managed to kill you, Valka, me, and our daughter? The Haddock bloodline would be no more. I'm suggesting a harem because even though I would love nothing more than to bear your children, eventually, someone will send worthless men to take our lives, and we need to be real with ourselves and dwell on the possibility that I may die because of an assassination attempt on your life," Astrid said while shrugging. "If you don't want to establish a harem, you don't have to, I'm just offering a suggestion. Just... think about it, and if you decide to go through with this, I won't be jealous, but I'll constantly remind you that I'm your first and the Queen of Vikings, which means I stand in higher regard, no matter what woman you choose to produce heirs with." She then kissed Hiccup one last time before falling asleep on her husband's chest.

For Hiccup, the prospect of having a harem was insane, almost laughable. The only woman he had eyes for was Astrid, she was his first love even as children, and throughout the years of battle, adventure, and near-death experiences, they shared together only brought them closer until they finally decided to enter a proper Viking marriage. Not only did Hiccup have the most beautiful woman in Midgard as his wife, but he was blessed with a beautiful daughter, Zephyr. It's hard to believe that he had a family of his own, the gods had truly blessed him in that regard.

However, the threat of plague and attrition, thanks to starvation not only threatened the Viking people who had sworn fealty to Hiccup but also threatened the future generation of dragons and the Scandinavian people, including his own children. Surely, the gods wouldn't be so cruel and rob him of his only child in such a short time, would they?

As Hiccup finally succumbed to sleep, he decided he would follow Astrid's crazy suggestion and begin a harem. He would start small, of course, and if it didn't flourish then Hiccup would dismantle it.

But that was tomorrow's problem, tonight, he would savor much-needed sleep with his one true love, Astrid, by his side.

A/N: This story is a multiverse story, so women from medieval times or around this era are gonna be in the mix, as well as some... surprises that you'll see eventually. If you have any suggestions on who else Hiccup could have sex with or add to his harem, don't be shy to leave feedback. Hope you guys enjoyed this teaser chapter!

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