A/N: Prepare for mayhem, blood, gore, and mayhem!

(Normal pov)

Mala and Atali led their group of Defenders and Wingmaidens through the forest to regroup with their elite warriors who would be attacking the enemy's sides, assuming they fell into Hiccup's trap. The air was filled with the cries of battle and it echoed throughout the forest, telling the group of dragon sympathizers that their sworn lords' plan was now in motion. Touching down on the ground, Mala and Atali urged their companions to keep up with them as they sprinted through the dense forest to regroup with the rest of the elite warriors. Finally, the two women and their companions rejoined their brethren and peeked through the thick bushes to lay eyes on tens of thousands of foreign warriors attempting to plow through Haddock's shield wall.

"By the gods, the enemy will overrun Hiccup if we don't help!" Minden exclaimed.

Atali turned to her fellow Wingmaiden and hissed out. "Speak louder and see us undone!" Minden lowered her head in submission to her superior while also ushering words of apologies. "We will help Hiccup," Atali reassured Minden and those around them, "but only when he gives the signal for us to attack."

"This must be timed perfectly," Mala added, "the enemy is focused solely on Hiccup and believe they have the advantage, the enemy's hubris will be their downfall. Prepare yourselves, when the signal to attack comes, death will swiftly follow."

(Hiccup's pov)

The full fury of the foreign nations my Red Maw has broken and shattered throughout the last two decades crashed down upon us like a tidal wave that threatened to wash us away in an ocean of blood and death; these peoples and the lands they hailed from were driven by burning hatred and the desire of vengeance to destroy me and my empire and regain what I have taken from them throughout my many campaigns— wealth, resources, and their own people who now stand as slaves. They seek to destroy what I built from the ground up and they seek to strike the Scandinavian people from history.

I will not let that happen.

As the enemy began to push us back, I turned to my companions and those who stood with me on the front lines and barked out at them. "Hold the line! HOLD!!" As we stood firm in the face of overwhelming odds, the enemy's blades managed to slip through the exposed spots in our shield wall and kill several of my men, if the front line was to fall then the enemy would have us by the throat.

"Keep the wall tight!!" Alvin roared out as he thrust his sword through the stomach of a Mongrel warrior, before quickly raising his shield back up and locking it in place to hold back several more Mongrels attempting to break through our wall.

Dagur let out a cry as a sword struck him in the thigh, he then slammed his battle-ax into an enemy's neck and then proceeded to hack their head off. "ARGH!!! That the best you can do?!!" He then quickly raised his shield and stood his ground, I then used my plasma to quickly cauterize Dagur's wound, causing him to snarl out in pain and nod at me in thanks. Suddenly, a massive Mongrel advanced and grabbed my shield and yanked it out of my hands, but not before grabbing me by the throat and throwing me towards the sea of enemies, causing them to spread out as I touched down on the ground.

"HICCUP!!"

As the enemy continued their advance, I laid eyes on the Mongrel who ripped me out of the front line. He was a dark-skinned Assyrian that looked more like a ferocious beast rather than a man. His head was shaved of all but the small beard on his chin, he was armed with a ferocious war hammer and a large shield and he roared like a ferocious dragon; eager to devour anyone who stood in his path.

"I am Dagan! Wrath of Assyria! Look upon me with despair Hiccup Haddock!"

He then swung his hammer at my head, but I ducked underneath his vicious swing as I made attempt to reclaim my sword and shield, but Dagan grabbed the back of my neck and lifted me off the ground with one hand, and slammed me down on the ground multiple times. My ears were ringing, vision turned foggy, and my head throbbed in agony at being handled like I was nothing. As Dagan attempted to slam me against the ground again, I delivered a ferocious kick to his face, causing blood and spittle to fly out of his mouth as he released me. The Mongrels surrounding me soon lashed out, but I would not fall so easily.

Sidestepping a spear, I broke the spear in half and thrust the tip of the spear through my opponent's throat. Reaching for their sheathed sword, I ducked underneath a sword that cut a small piece of my hair but not before driving the sword into my new attacker's stomach. A chain soon wrapped around my neck as I was being strangled, another Mongrel advanced with swords clutched in their hands as they were poised to run me through, I then bashed the back of my head against the Mongrel strangulating me with their chains, quickly reaching for the small of my back, I drew out a dagger and managed to swat away several swings with the Mongrel with dual-wielding swords, with a cry I then drove my dagger through their jaw with a force that caused their eyes to pop out of their sockets. Another Mongrel advanced, slashing at me but thanks to my superior speed I dodged every single attack the enemy threw in my direction, they then thrust their blade towards my belly, but I sidestepped and leaped into the air and fired a plasma bolt that took the Mongrels head off; blood, skull, and brains flying in all directions.

Once my feet touched down on the ground, Dagan's war hammer made contact with my jaw, causing blood to spew out of my mouth and a sickening crunch filled my ears, the force of the blow sent me tumbling to the ground. I barely had time to check if my jaw was broken or shattered, because Dagan brought his weapon down on my head, but I rolled away just in time. With a snarl, I then drove my dagger into one of his massive thighs, causing him to throw his head back and cry out in pain. I then kicked my dagger deeper into the Assyrian's thigh, driving the blade in as deep as possible, giving me the time to quickly catch my breath. I then rose to my feet and drop-kicked Dagan in the chest, sending the Assyrian to crash down on his back.

Another wave of Mongrels advanced, one of them was armed with a sickle sword and lashed out at my neck, but I ducked underneath the weapon and then drove my elbow into their neck, temporarily cutting off their airflow. I then proceeded to deliver several heavy blows into their stomach and then ripped their sword out of their hand and cutting the top half of their torso like a hot knife through butter. Quickly turning to the left, I locked blades with a female Mongrel but I ripped her sword out of her hand and drove my claws into her throat and ripped her windpipe out, and then shoved it into her mouth. Narrowly dodging another sword strike, I then used the I sickle to hack off my attacker's arm clean off their body, and then drive the sickle under their chin and the curved blade came out of their mouth. With a roar, I yanked the sickle up and cleaved my attacker's head in two; exposing their insides and causing blood and gore to wet the snow beneath my feet. Yet another Mongrel dared to challenge me, I then grab a piece of the brain off the ground and hurl it at the approaching Mongrel in the face, the vital body part makes contact with his face, and the blood that is still slick upon it makes contact with their eyes which temporarily blinds them. I then advance and use the sickle still clutched in my hand to spill that Mongrel's guts open; intestines and blood pour of his body and onto the ground, I then grab a handful of their guts and rip them out, causing the Mongrel to throw up mouthfuls of blood. With a cry, I then hurled the sickle in my hand and watched as it embedded itself in another Mongrels' face, killing them instantly.

Dagan then rose to his feet and pounded his fist against his chest and unleashed an animalistic roar. "Face me, Hiccup Haddock!!" He boomed out, I then grabbed my jaw and sighed in relief that Dagan's earlier blow had only dislocated it, with gritted teeth, I relocated my jaw back into place and I snarled out in pain but soon crouched down to grab my shield and sword. "You have defeated warriors who are superior in every way," Dagan stated while gesturing to the Mongrels I had slaughtered, "but you stand no chance against one of Nikora and Eir's chosen!"

"The fact that your masters aren't leading from the front tells me all that I need to know about them," I said firmly, "they're nothing but pouting children who cannot learn to let go of those they've lost. You and every foreigner here fight for a lost cause." I then point my sword at Dagan and snarl out. "Allow me to set you free from your masters' shackles." With that said, I get into a battle stance and watch as Dagan lets out a series of roars before charging me like an enraged yak. He then raises his war hammer above his head and brings it down, but I back away from the blow and raise my shield as he bashes his own shield against my own, causing me to lose my footing and crash down on the gore slick ground.

Despite being an ordinary human being, Dagan possessed the strength of ten men and giving me a great challenge.

Another powerful swing from Dagan threatens to take my head off, but I duck underneath the attack and thrust my sword at his belly, but the Assyrian sidesteps away and lands a heavy kick to my back, causing me to fall on the ground with a cry.

"I expected more from the great Hiccup Haddock!" Dagan laughed out, his tone was laced with mockery. "I am too much for you to bear?" Unleashing a war cry, the massive Assyrian rushes me, he discards his shield and leaps into the air with his war hammer raised high above his head intending to cave my skull in. With a snarl, I fire a powerful plasma bolt at his chest which sent him flying back and crying out in pain as my power burned straight through his breastplate and exposing his barrel-sized chest. With a growl, Dagan rips off his breastplate and exposed his battle-hardened body before roaring out in anger.

So the giant is easily provoked.

Good.

When a superior warrior fights angrily, they're more predictable to fight.

Dagan then kicked up snow and gore at my face, but I block them with my shield and meet the Assyrian in a blade lock. He then breaks the blade lock and backhands me with enough force that threatened to render me unconscious. But I shake off the blow and back away from the Assyrian as he swings at me yet again, he once more raises his weapon above his head and brings his weapon down towards my head but I was able to sever his weapon in two thanks to my sword. Shocked that his mighty war hammer was no more, I then deliver a bone-crushing right hook his jaw which staggers the giant. Taking advantage, I then took hold of his head, I drive my knee into his face breaking his nose.

"ARGH!!!"

Dagan's enraged roar filled my ears as he then punched me across the face and seized me by the throat with his large hands, choking me to death.

"With your death, your pathetic race will be crushed beneath our heel! Die you wretched vermin!!"

His words caused a whirlwind of rage to swirl within my breast, this foreign brute and his masters believe me, and my people to be inferior to them in every way. Such hubris will be their downfall, and I will be the cause of their downfall.

I rolled back my shoulders and head, summoning every ounce of strength in my body, and used it to headbutt the Assyrian giant so hard that his skull caved in on itself; piercing right through his brain. Dagan's eyes widened in shock, and his grip around my throat weakened, not only that but blood began leaking from every orifice. With a roar, I headbutted him again with the same strength until Dagan released me and fell on his back. Approaching the downed giant, I loomed over him, and with a cry, I curb stomped his face in; blood, skull, and brain were thick upon my ankle as I removed it from Dagan's collapsed face.

With one of Nikora and Eir's chosen now dead, I quickly reach for a war horn strapped to my side and blew it with all my might, signaling to Astrid and Mala leading the elite of my empire to begin their attack.

(Astrid's pov)

When Hiccup's signal sounded, I breathed a sigh of relief that he was able to kill the giant who had him in a choking grip, with my concerns now removed, I then urged my chariot driver to urge our horses onwards. Turning to the Viking warriors under my command, I raised my battle-ax high above my head and barked out. "Charge!" They let out a thunderous cry and followed me out of the forest and onto the battlefield. My chariot was outfitted with blades sticking out of the wheels, so when my chariot plowed through the enemies ranks, I witnessed the enemy being cut down like crops; limbs flying in all directions, blood staining Midgard, and the cries of agony filling my ears. Many more chariots from Mala's group plowed through the enemy lines as well, clearing a path for our warriors to enter the enemy's lines with ease and disrupt them.

To add further disarray throughout the enemy ranks, Zephyr and Leif led a small band of dragon riders to attack from the air, giving Hiccup's group a respite for the time being now that the enemy needs to focus on dealing with us.

Suddenly, an explosion rips the ground apart beneath our feet which spooks the horses pulling my chariot and causing them to lose their footing and to crash on the ground. I was then hurled out of my chariot and was forced to tuck and roll as I made contact with the ground. Quickly calming my racing heart, I raise my shield to block a sword strike from an enemy, but they then swept my legs out from under them which caused me to fall flat on my back. Looking up, a foreign woman looms over me and brings her sword down on my head, but I halt her blade with my battle-ax. We glare heated daggers at each other as her blade gets closer to my face, with a cry I drive my knee into her side which forces my attacker off of me and allowing me to punch her across the face and then kick her off of me. Quickly getting back on my feet, I get into a battle stance as my attack spits blood out of her mouth and she too rose to her feet and gripped her sword tightly in her hand.

This woman's skin was tanned, her brown eyes blazed like scarlet coals, and she had explosives of some kind strapped around her thighs, ankles, hips, and torso. A golden face chain graced her beautiful face, as did a black hood which was draped over her head.

"You must be Haddock's wife," my attacker said in a thick accent which I recognized as Arabian, "it's a pity to kill such a beautiful creature like you." This Mongrel then activated an igniter of some kind that was embedded in her forearm brace and grabbed one of her explosives, lighting the fuse, and hurled one of her explosives in my direction. My eyes widened in horror as I quickly raised my shield as the explosive went off and sent me flying back and rolling around on the battlefield. My ears were ringing, my head felt like it was in a vice, and my vision was blurry as I slowly but surely rose. This woman let out a laugh as she lit another explosive and hurled one at me, I then ran as fast as I could and watched as the explosion sent shrapnel flying everywhere; embedding in the flesh of my fellow Vikings.

Thick, black smoke fills her lungs and the strong odor of sulfur causes Astrid to lift a face scarf to protect her lower face from the smoke and sulfur from these harmful elements which threatened to rob her of breath. Finally regaining her breath, Astrid sees this Arabian woman advancing, she releases another laugh and extends her hands. "I am Alya! I was once a princess and enjoyed a life of ecstasy and leisure," her face then twisted with rage and hatred, "that is until you and your barbaric race reduced my kingdom to ash, took everything of value, and enslaved thousands of my people. I swore to myself that if I had the chance to exact the same barbarity your people inflicted upon my own, I would gladly take it. Now you will watch as we reduce Scandinavia to ashes, strip away anything of value from this swamp of piss and shit, and enslave those who are weak among you as our slaves!" With a cry, Alya moved like a serpent as she then leaped into the air with her sword raised high above her head and brought it down on my battle-ax.

"You will taste no victory today!" Alya laughed out. "Give up! Your incompetent race is inferior to the Mongrel Tribe!" Her insults and madness made my blood boil, but I tempered my emotions and merely bided my time; looking for an opening of attack. Alya slashed me across the leg, thankfully it wasn't deep but it still stung and caused great pain. But Vikings familiarize themselves with pain, we're intimate with pain until we teach ourselves not to let such a feeling stop us from achieving victory.

I then ducked underneath Alya's sword as she attempted to remove my head, with a growl I then drove my shield into her belly which knocked the air out of her lungs and caused her to lose her foot. Pressing my advantage, I then use my shield to deliver a ferocious uppercut, causing blood and spit to fly out of the Arab's mouth and she then crashed down on the ground. Before I could finish her off, several Mongrels stood between us which caused me to let out an enraged cry and I soon began to fight them. However, they were too many and I was being overpowered, but thankfully some of my fellow shield maidens and Valkyries came to my aid.

"Daughters of Scandinavia, protect your Blood Queen!!"

A strong hand helped me upon and I laid eyes on Thora, she nodded at me barked out over the mayhem. "The enemy is in disarray, but they will recover quickly! We must send as many of their leaders to the afterlife as we can to add further chaos among the enemy's ranks!"

"Agreed," I said firmly, "do what you can Thora," looking in Alya's direction, I saw her getting back to her feet and spitting out a mouthful of blood, "the Arab is mine." I then brush past my fellow Vikings and take a deep breath as I prepare to hurl my battle-ax at the fallen princess. With a twirl of my weapon, I then aim and let my ax fly and watch as my weapon embedded itself right between Alya's face, a perfect throw. Once the Arab fell back lifeless, I press my foot on her chest and rip my ax free, and back away as a torrent of blood sprays out of her gruesome wound and spatters along with my spiky skirt. I then rip as many of her explosives off her body, ignited their fuses, and hurled them at the enemy; chunks of Midgard, snow, debris, and gore flew in every direction as a result and served to spread further chaos throughout the enemy's ranks.

We had the advantage for the time being, but we must continue to apply pressure and ensure Nikora and Eir's forces do not recover and push us back.

Another warhorn was sounded and the thunderous roars of our Stoker alphas and Beewilderbeast could be heard, bringing a smile to my face. Tens of thousands of our dragons emerged out of the clouds from the heavens, as did our Stokers as they descended upon the battlefield and unleashed hell on our enemies. Our Bewilderbeast burst out of the forest and charged the enemy from behind, crushing those in his path like insects and unleashing torrents of ice upon them. My smile widened at the sight of the Kievan hordes emerging from the forest and the Celestial Empire's dragon riders led by Prince Avery.

This bombardment would ensure our victory and crush the enemy's hope of exacting their vengeance against us.

(Normal pov)

Believing that Haddock and his Vikings were overwhelmed, Nikora and Eir were shocked to see several hundred more of Haddock's forces emerge from the forest and struck at their side flanks, inflicting massive damage and sending many of their warriors to the afterlife. And then the sight of tens of thousands of dragons and three mountain-sized alpha titans crushing their armies made the Stormhearts order their war machines to shoot down as many of the enemy dragons out of the sky, Nikora then turned to Griselda and snarled out in anger. "Had your men not killed your alpha, we could've used it to lure Haddock's titans off the battlefield!"

"Haddock's servants were on the cusp of turning our alpha against us, we could not allow that to happen—"

"And what good does that do us you Slavic dog?!" Eir barked out. "It does us nothing! Our only hope is to kill Haddock and force the enemy to surrender or kill as many of his alphas as possible so that the Viking's dragons aren't coordinated."

"How do you expect us to take Haddock's alphas down?!" Chagatai cried out. "When his servants liberated our dragon army, they razed many of our ships holding our war machines, they're now at the bottom of the sea!"

Roaring out in anger, Eir turned to her sister and seethed out. "The only reason our allies live is that we need their armies to hold the advantage, yet now they're proving themselves to be nothing more than a liability!" Humming in agreement with her sister, Nikora turned to the four warlords and hissed out. "My sister speaks the truth, you're proving yourselves to be nothing more than a liability, and we have not come this far only to be defeated by our father's killer because of your poor decisions of killing an asset that would prove itself valuable right not," Nikora then raised her Kwan Dao at Griselda's face, "take your warlords and lead the remainder of your armies to support our forces being slaughtered! Do not allow the enemy to gain the advantage over us!" Griselda bowed her head in submission and turned to her male companions and gestured them to follow her as the four warlords then took command of the rest of their forces and led them into battle and attempt to break the Vikings advantage over them.

Whirling her Kwan Dao expertly, the Mongrel queen then snarled out. "I'm not here as a witness!" She then raced to the battlefield with her Shadows by her side. Following her sister's example, Eir let out a bloodthirsty battle cry and followed her sister into the jaws of death without fear or hesitation.

Leaping over the piled corpses of their Mongrels, Nikora and Eir's blades soon found themselves embedded in Viking flesh. Eir slashed a Vikings chest wide open with her sword and used the blade in her prosthetic arm to slit their throat which caused blood to spay out of the wound and wet the Mongrel princess' face and teeth. A Viking Berserker was poised to cut Eir down with her back turned, by the princess's Shadows protected their leaders back. One of the Shadows drove their Khopesh into the Berserker's leg while another drove their Khopesh into the Viking's chest, and another Shadow landed the killing blow by removing the Berserker's head off their shoulders. Torrents of blood painted the Shadows gilded masks, but they were undeterred and moved onto the next Viking to kill. Another Viking made attempt on Eir's life, but the princess swatted the Viking's sword and used both her sword and blade attached to her artificial limb to spill the Viking's guts open, blood and guts spilled out of their fatal wound and they then fell on their knees before Eir. The Mongrel princess brandished her blood-stained teeth and drove her sword through the fatally wounded Vking's throat and then used her other blade and drove it through the Viking's head before ripping both blades out of her now dead opponent.

Eir was being bathed in the blood of her enemies, not that she minded. She had waited so long for this final battle and basked in slaughtering Haddock's people like cattle. All the pain, suffering, and agony Eir had endured throughout her life was now being unleashed upon the Scandinavian people, and soon her blades would find Haddock's flesh and deliver a fatal blow.

The Mongrel princess once again spilled another Viking's guts open, causing them to scream in agony and hold out their hand towards her, but Eir severed their arm off and watched in sadistic glee as the Viking fell face-first on the ground and soon bled out. In all honesty, Eir was expecting a greater challenge from the Viking people, they fought like drunken brawlers and were easy to defeat in one on one combat.

They were inferior.

However, there was one Viking who towered above his brethren and Eir witnessed him kill Dagan, one of their greatest warriors and lieutenants. The Mongrel princess was poised to find Hiccup Haddock and finally face him in one on one combat and avenge her father's death.

Meanwhile, Nikora was engaged in combat with two Viking Valkyries who wielded small yet durable shields with a dagger strapped within them, but their mastery of the spear is what makes these Scandinavian women so fierce. The Mongrel queen would put their infamy to the test as she used her Kwan Dao to swat away several spears thrusts all aimed at fatal body parts, Nikora sidestepped away from a Valkryie's spear that nearly took off her head, she then grabbed her opponent's spear and pulled her towards her, or rather pulled the Valkyrie right into the large blade of her Kwan Dao, causing the Viking to scream in agony and cough up mouthfuls of blood. Somersaulting backward from her second opponents' spear, Nikora ducked as the second Valkyrie she was engaging hurled her spear at her belly, instead the weapon struck down one of her Shadows. With the speed of a viper, Nikora delivers a series of crippling blows to the Valkyries body and then proceeded to kick her right into the end blade of her weapon.

As Nikora casually walked to retrieve her weapon, her Shadows ensured no Viking would touch their queen. Five Viking warriors make an attempt on Nikora's life, but one of the Shadows uses their Khopesh to slit two of the charging Vikings throats open in one swing, they duck underneath a Viking mace and drive a gilded dagger through that Viking's throat and slash it wide open which causes blood to paint the Shadow's gilded mask. With only two Viking attackers left, the Mongrel Shadow hacks one of the Viking's legs and then proceeds to cut half their face-off and watch as blood and brains splatter the ground. Turning to the final attacker, the Shadow hurled their dagger right between the Viking's eyes and then used their Khopesh to cut them in half with one swing. The Mongrel Shadows were more than just common men, rumor says that they are in fact undead, hence their pale yet sickly skin, and why they reek of death. But others say they are demons from hell itself and that Nikora and Eir have somehow managed to take command of supernatural warriors. Whatever the case, the Mongrel Shadows are among the elite of the Stromheart's warriors and they lived up to their reputation as highly trained warriors.

Finally retrieving her Kwan Dao, Nikora looks to the battlefield and watches in horror as Haddock's alpha dragons flash freeze them and shatter them to pieces or reducing them into ash. Cursing under her breath, Nikora gave the command for their heavy ballista's to open fire on the three alpha titans, removing them off the field was critical if they were to hold the advantage of numbers. As the Mongrel war machines aimed the two Stokers and Bewilderbeast, they were then blown to bits by the Celestial Empire's dragon riders, the explosions sent debris flying in all directions, some of the sharper pieces killed many of Nikora's Shadows. A piece of debris cut Nikora beneath her right eye, causing her to cry out in pain and clutch her now bleeding wound.

"Nikora!"

Eir rushed to her sister's side and helped her onto her feet, the two sisters watched as their war machines were being destroyed one by one by enemy dragon riders. They then had to take cover as they were taking fire from the archers seated behind the dragon riders destroying their weapons to hurt the three alpha titans. "Gods, we have no way to combat Haddock's alpha dragons!" Eir cried out in anger. "I fear we'll be trampled underfoot!"

"We have not come this far only to be defeated now!" Nikora barked out. "If we can find Haddock and kill him, it will be a fatal blow to the enemy and crush their morale, allowing us to wipe them out!"

"Then let us finish what we started," Eir said with a sinister grin, "and put an end to that savage, Hiccup Haddock!"

(Hiccup's pov)

As the battle intensified, the gods clearly favored us by giving us the advantage; the enemy's numbers were falling at horrifying rates while our numbers remained firm even in the face of such mayhem and slaughter. Looking towards the forest, I could see Avery and his dragon riders destroying Mongrel war machines that were aimed at my alpha dragons, with their heavy ballista's out of the way, my titans could continue squashing the enemy like insects. Both my Stoker dragons unleashed roars that threatened to split the ground as they used their club-like tails to bat away hundreds of the enemy's warriors in all direction, they'd rise on their hind legs and crush those beneath their forepaws, or they'd incinerate hundreds of the enemy's numbers into ash.

By no means am I a stranger to bloodshed and death, but this was slaughter on a scale I could not even fathom.

Not that I felt remorse for the foreigners that put me to the test.

There was no time to look for my family members who were preoccupied with trying to survive the fierce battle because I was looking into the eyes of my enemies— Nikora and Eir Stormheart. Our forces had come together for an apocalyptic clash, but this fight between us would determine the true victor of this battle. Smirking at Hassan Stormheart's daughter, I then gesture to the mayhem around us. "Have you decided to surrender? Look around you, you've lost!" Eir bore her teeth at me and snarled like a ravenous wolf, causing me to point my sword at her. "Careful princess, you don't want to rush headlong into your death," I then added, "not when I plan to make a spectacle of both your deaths after we secure our victory."

"Your witch foretold we were to die in an arena with your kind howling for our blood to soak the sands," Nikora stated, "but we will not give your savages entertainment in our deaths! We will kill you on this battlefield and finally crush your people beneath our heel!"

Narrowing my eyes at the two sisters, I then extend my arms in invitation. "Come at me if you dare," a taunting grin graced my face as I then fanned the inferno blazing within their breasts, "but please, put up more of a fight than your father did."

"ARGH!!!"

Eir screamed out in blind rage, she then leaped towards me intending to cut me down, but I backed away as her sword made contact with the ground where I was previously standing. Huffing out, Eir swings the blade attached to her prosthetic arm and aims for my throat, but I ducked underneath the slash and take hold of her artificial limb, rip it off and drive that blade into her belly. Her eyes widened in horror and fear as her blade pierced her armor, flesh, and bone. I then punch her across the face and cast her aside like a child who has no further interest in a plaything that no longer amuses them.

"EIR!"

Nikora cried out as her sister fell to the ground, I then look into the elder Stormheart in the eyes and waved my sword at her. "Come, let us see if you're as weak as your father was!" Nikora's eyes blazed like a wildfire and she then kicked up snow and gore at my face, but I raise my shield to protect my face and narrowly dodge Nikora's Kwan Dao. With a cry, she swiped at my feet, but I jumped over her attack and drive my elbow into her face, sending her back and crashing down on the ground. Before I could advance on Nikora, a blade pierced my abdomen which caused me to cry out in agony and blood to fill my mouth, turning around I laid eyes on Eir. With a snarl, I spat out a mouthful of my blood into her eyes which temporarily blinded her and caused her to cry out in disgust. I then deliver several crippling blows into her stomach and then hit the wound I delt her earlier which caused her to cry out in pain. I then took hold of her and lifted her above my head with ease and body slammed her on the ground.

A strike from the back caused me to hiss out as I turned around the sever the sword hand of one of the sister's bodyguards. I then drove my sword through their neck and closed my eyes as their blood sprayed on my face, several more of these bodyguards advanced to protect their masters. Ripping the gilded mask off the foreigner I just killed, I hurled the mask with enough speed to embed itself straight through another bodyguard's mask and struck them right between their eyes, killing them instantly. Avoiding a spear thrown in my direction, I lock blades with one of the bodyguards and quickly duck to avoid an ax swing meant to take off my head, but instead, that ax cut down the bodyguard I had locked blades with. I then hack off the legs bodyguard who tried killing me from behind and finish them off by driving my sword into their throat with a cry. Another bodyguard armed with a Khopesh and ax swung their weapons at my head, but I ducked and grabbed them by their legs and lift them in the air and slam them down on the ground and curb stomp their face in. I then whirl my sword I cut one of the enemy bodyguards in half, seeing three more of these highly trained warriors circling me, I grab one of their axes and hurl it at one that charged, the weapon embedded itself into their sternum. Rushing over to that opponent, I then rip that ax out of their sternum and use it to slam the weapon into another one of the charging bodyguard's in their left foot, causing them to snarl out in pain and fall to a signal knee and allow me to drive my sword through their neck and then sever their face in half. With the final bodyguard, I hacked off their sword hand and then spill their guts open, with a snarl I drive my hand into their gut and summon my claws until my claws burst out of their forehead and mouth, with a grunt I take hold of their face and rip their face off and out of their mouth, an amused chuckle left my throat as blood and brains spilled out of my opponent's mouth, they then fell back lifeless.

Turning back to Nikora, her face was blanched in horror as I discarded her bodyguard's face. "Your servants won't save you from me," I snarled out, "you will live, but only long enough for our people to recover from the damage you have inflicted. When we are strong and whole again, you will breathe your last upon the sands of my arena as you and your sister will meet your ends at the end of my sword." Nikora rose from the ground and thrust her weapon at my face, but I took hold of the weapon and yanked it out of her hands and then clothesline her, which sent her crashing back down on the ground. Looming over Nikora, I place my heel on her throat and apply pressure, causing her to claw at my boot. "You are beaten," I said, "you and your people's hubris was your downfall, and this defeat has cost you dearly." Looking around her, Nikora could see her Mongrels and her allies dropping like flies at the hands of my Vikings, auxiliary warriors, dragons, and allies.

Once again I have defeated a Stormheart upon the field of battle, and the sight of me looming over Nikora with his boot on her heel all but shattered the Mongrel's will to fight, in fear of their queen's life. Nodding, I grin spreads across my face I boom out to my people. "Victory is ours!!" The cries of celebration from my people swelled my heart with joy, seeing that it was they who secured this victory and freedom. Astrid pushed through the crowds of warriors and laid eyes on me, we shared a grin as she ran towards me and wrapped herself around me while clung at her and we shared a passionate kiss, ignoring the stench of battle and death that were slick upon us. After breaking the kiss, Astrid lowered herself back down on the ground to turn to several of our Blood Guards who had already captured the remainder of Nikora and Eir's lieutenants. "Seize the Mongrel queen and princess," she commanded, "and prepare to march them into the capital city." Our guards bowed their heads and seized Nikora and Eir whose faces were twisted with humiliation, grief, and anger.

They believed us inferior warriors, yet they have learned that I am not the average Viking the hard way and suffered a crippling defeat.

Hours had passed after the battle had concluded, my warriors imprisoned the remaining enemy's from the battlefield and loaded them into cages that were to be transported to the capital by wagon, among these captives were Nikora and Eir's allies— Griselda the Grievous, Chagatai Khan, Rong the Rock, and Attila II. These warlords and peoples all served Drago and now they would soon return to the embrace of their mad leader upon the shores of the afterlife. We also took the time to recover our fallen so they could be sent on their way to Valhalla properly, their noble sacrifices will be immortalized in stone for the future generation and the generations to come to see, how the Scandinavian people refused to have their freedom and way of life snatched by foreign powers who sought to destroy us utterly.

Offering words of gratitude to my allies for joining us in defeating our enemies, they took their leave and collected their dead so that they could properly send them on their way to the next life and also pledged their full support to me and my empire should I require them in the future. I then hear several dragons touching down beside me and lay eyes on my siblings and their Stormcutters, sliding off their dragons and removing their riding masks, their stand by my side and nod at me. "The enemy is surrendering to preserve what numbers they have left," Halva said with a smile, "we lost six thousand men, whilst the enemy lost eighty thousand warriors."

"Such a defeat will spread like a wildfire," Halfdan stated, "a coalition of the deadliest foreign warriors in Midgard put us to the test, and they were all defeated to the point where they will never recover."

Nodding, I then lay eyes on a wagon full of our dead. "Those who gave their lives made this victory possible," wiping sweat and blood off my brow, I continue, "I will see to it that the fallen's loved ones receive tribute from the treasury and that the sacrifices of their loved ones will not be forgotten."

"A noble gesture," Zephyr said, "one that will be well received by the people."

"Indeed," Halvor said, "yet to prevent such an event like this from happening again, the outside world must see the cost of threatening our way of life."

Grunting in agreement, I turn to my armies rounding up wounded enemies even those who were once sworn to serve me yet now stand as traitors are being marched off the battlefield. "Worry not my son," I reassure Halvor, "the world will see what happens when they threaten the Scandinavian Empire and its people." I then cup my hands around my mouth and give a dragon call, soon enough Cloudjumper lands in front of me and buried his large head in my belly, and purred in relief knowing that I was alive and well. I embrace his large head and soon mount my late mother's dragon while also holding a hand out for Astrid, she takes it and we stand together on top of Cloudjumper's back and look at my family with warm smiles.

"Come, let us return home and celebrate a victory that will be spoken of for millennia!"

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, I should have the final chapter of this story finished by next week, and then I'm in desperate need of a break because I'm mentally drained.