(Normal pov)

Weeks after Wessex was sacked, Hiccup ordered his men to dispatch Terror mails to the kingdoms of England, demanding their price for Alfred's safe return.

Currently, Hiccup was finishing his morning workout, he was coated in a sweat and trying to regain his breath; his workout routine began on Berk and since then the boy had honed his skills and continued his workouts everyday. And the results did bear fruit. His once scrawny body was filling out with lithe and lean muscle, he had proper upper body strength too, not only did his workouts help with that, but dragon riding as well, both helped him build muscle faster.

Hiccup heard the doors to his chambers open to see two Outcasts warriors escorting a slave girl to him, once the escort stopped, Hiccup waved his hand; telling them to leave, the Outcasts bowed and left the room. Hiccup eyes landed on the slave girl, she was his age, had blond hair and she was beautiful, every woman is, in their own unique way.

Hiccup, still shirtless from his workout, went toward a freshly changed bucket of cool water, he washed his face and turned toward the girl. "Slave. Do you know who I am?" The girl nodded and smiled. "Yes. You are Hiccup." The young leader washed his armpits and raised an eyebrow at the girl. "Hiccup...? Nothing else?" Again, the girl smiled and answered. "No. Hiccup the Accused." Hiccup removed his pants and scrubbed the lower half of his body, the girl blushed deeply and looked away slightly, causing Hiccup to smirk in amusement, once he finished, he took a seat in a chair and sighed.

"And do you know why I am called Hiccup the Accussed?"

The slave girl shook her head. "No lord, I don't. Would you care to tell me?" Hiccup nodded; no harm done he supposed, he then offered her to come closer, she moved closer and Hiccup folded his fingers together. "I was born an outcast. A runt. As is customary to Viking culture, the elders of my clan told my father to throw me down the cliffs. But he refused. Because he saw something in me... something that the others in my clan couldn't." The slave girl licked her lips and asked. "What did your father see in you?" Hiccup sighed and faces the girl.

"Strength."

Hiccup chuckled softly and nodded. "Despite being named after the runt of the litter, my father saw strength in me. He said that one day I'll led my clan into a new age." The girl smiled and tilted her head slightly. "Is your father still ruling your clan?" Hiccup's face twisted into pain and fury, he shook his head. "No. My uncle was shunned by my fathers father, and since then, my uncle had plotted vengeance, he and my aunt had a son, that son would become my uncles tool to exact vengeance against my family. My cousin murdered my father and framed the crime on me." The slave was speechless, she shook her head slightly.

"I-I don't know what to say Lord Haddock."

Hiccup waved off the slaves words. "I don't seek pity, I'm merely revealing why I'm on this path. By leading Vikings into these lands, I not only expand the Viking empire, but we're the first Vikings of our lifetime to leave our boarders to explore the unknown." Hiccup smirked slightly and nodded. "And word of our victories will spread, showing the world why the Vikings are feared." Hiccup turned to the girl to see her smiling and nodding at him.

Hiccup raised an eyebrow at her. "What was your life like before we took Norwich?" The girl frowned slightly and answered. "I was nothing more than a whore to this castles lord, he took me forcibly whenever he needed to release, and since the day you killed him? I couldn't have been more thankful. You saved my life Lord Haddock." Hiccup frowned hearing this, he despised men who'd do that to women, despite their reputation and status, Hiccup gently cupped the girls chin that she would face her.

"I've seen you look after the other slaves, tending their wounds, fighting off those among my ranks who'd force themselves upon you, my men call you Faen Jente." The girl raised an eyebrow, Hiccup smirked and clarified. "Devil girl." The girl chuckled slightly as did Hiccup, he then asked her. "What is your name?" She smiled at him and answered. "Lily." Hiccup smiled and caressed her cheek. "Lily. Would you like to become my personal slave? I'll ensure you're life is worth living. I'll pay you more coin, give you extra rations and give you better clothing, plus I'll ensure your friends are taken care of too." Lily smiled widely at this leapt into Hiccup's arms, causing him to gasp in surprise, she wrapped her arms around his neck and nodded.

"Yes lord. It would be an honor, and you have my thanks." Hiccup chuckled and hugged her back, Hiccup felt as if he had offloaded a burden he had been carrying by reveling his reasons for conquest to Lily, he needed to remember why he's doing it too, because he wants to ensure his cousins reign is weakened and make the Hooligans believe him unworthy of the title of chief.

Hiccup and Lily broke off from their embrace and Hiccup gestured to the door. "See that your belongs are brought here, my personal guards will assist you, and I promise you Lily, you're safe under my command." Lily then pressed her lips to his cheek and smiled warmly at him. "Thank you Lord Haddock." Hiccup nodded and smiled, Lily then exited the room to gather her things. Hiccup turned to Toothless who heard and witnessed the whole thing, Hiccup chuckled softly at his dragons innocent face, he sat next to the Night Fury and scratched his head. "I'm glad I have you in my life bud, you're my best friend." Toothless crooned gently and nuzzled into his riders embrace.

Toothless was glad to be Hiccup's dragon and his rider was content with having him as a dragon.

(London- Kingdom of Mercia)

Word had reached London of the heathens sacking Wessex and it put the people in a state of panic, fear and despair. But Londons king, told them to remain calm, that they have the Lord God with them and that He'd guide them through these dark times.

There had been messages despatched by strange flying reptiles to each kingdom of England, saying to offer riches of food and treasure in exchange for Alfred of Wessex. The price of course was outrageous, but the final decision laid in the hands of King Edmund of London. The king prayed day and night about this choice, and believing that God wanted the heathen savages off their lands, Edmund gathered the armies of England to be named the Swords of England, with on goal, march to Norwich and eradicate the heathen plague that threatened to further infect England.

Edmund and the other kings were in their battle armor and over looked their armies and the king of the London gave a speech to further inspire his allies armies and his own. "My brothers, today, we've been given the task of wiping these barbarians off these holy hands." The army roars in agreement. "They claim that their gods are stronger than the one true God? They are going to die, every last one of them!!" Again the army roars and Edmund continues. "We will strip them of all they have plundered, free all they have imprisoned and they will cry out for mercy, but their will be none!! NO MERCY!!" The roars and chants out.

"No mercy!!"

"No mercy!!"

"No mercy!!"

"MARCH!!"

Edmund, the other kings, bishops and their armies march to Norwich and they pray that God will be with them and end the nightmare before it can further spread.

(Island of Berk)

An axe whistled through the air and embedded itself in a tree, with enough force to kill a man, Astrid ripped the axe out of the tree, twirled it in her hand and let it fly again, and yet again it strikes the tree with deadly accuracy and hits the target. Astrid was imagining every tree was Snotlout, and when the time came, Astrid would savor Snotlout's dying screams, he would pay with his life for framing her beloved and for raping her.

For the next two hours, Astrid had been training and releasing anger she had for Berks new chief, after one last throw would hit its mark beautifully, Astrid pulled her axe out of the tree and returned to the village, he had a satchel strapped around her and pulled out a cloth to wipe the sweat off her face and she had a skin of water too, she took a drink and sighed as the cool water refreshed her.

As Astrid returned to the village though, the people were all rushing to the Great Hall and by the sound of things, it was a serious matter, Astrid quickly headed to the Hall and opened the doors to be greeted by Fishlegs, Ruffnut and Tuffnut. "Guys? Whats going on here? Why is everyone panicking?" Fishlegs gestured to Snotlout. "You'll hear for yourself." Astrid nodded and looked toward Snotlout and the rest of the Hooligan hierarchy.

"We have received word that Outcast Island is... abandoned. As well as many of the other fearsome tribes in the Archipelago, though many of the people are there on the island, everyone on Outcast Island is gone." The people began panicking and speaking over each other.

"Where are they?!"

"The worst of the worst were on that forsaken rock! Now they could be waiting in the shadows plotting vengeance against us!!"

"What are you going to do about it baby Jorgenson?"

The Hooligans continued speaking over each other and throwing insults toward Snotlout and demanding to take action, Spitelout placed his fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly. "Enough of yer yelling!! Let the chief speak." Spitelout nodded at his son, Snotlout nodded back and spoke. "We'll send only our best warriors to investigate the whereabouts of our enemies, if they are still in our boarders, we'll find them, if not? Then oh well, they were all gutter trash anyway." Some of the Hooligans laughed, while others scoffed and left the Hall, Astrid and her friends left too.

The blond shield maiden kicked a nearby pebble and pointed toward the doors. "That boy is a poison to our tribe! That family is a poison!! If Hiccup is out there, he'll come back right?" Fishlegs scratched his chin and sighed. "Thats if he and the other Outcasts are in the Archipelago boarders Astrid. I want Hiccup back just as much as you do, but...?

"They're possibly dead?"

"Or swallowed up by the seas?"

Astrid and Fishlegs glared at the Thorston twins, they held their hands up. "Just saying, its a possibility and all..." Astrid sighed and looked at her friends. "Guys. I-I need to tell you something." The three looked at each other then nodded at Astrid to continue. "Snotlout, he-he ra—"

"What're you all talking about over here?"

The group glared as Snotlout smirked down on them, he and his lackeys followed his until the group of teenagers were facing each other. "I do hope you are all prepared for this years Thaw Fest Games. I know I certainly am, because you know, I've never lost." Snotlout said while puffing his chest out, making Astrid want to hurl, Fishlegs rolled his eyes at the arrogant chief and shook his head. "No Snotlout, we're not talking about this years games, Astrid was going to tell us something actually." Snotlout raised an eyebrow at Astrid. "Oh? Pray tell Astrid, whats on your mind?" The cock on him! Acting like he hadn't done anything to her! She wanted to hack him to pieces on the spot, but she kept her bloodlust in check and huffed in fury.

"I seemed to have forgotten." She snarled out, causing Snotlout to shrug and turn to his friends. "I'll catch up later guys, I need to have a word with Astrid." Fishlegs and the Thorston twins folded their arms at Snotlout while glaring daggers at him, Snotlout raised an eyebrow at them and continued. "In private." The three blonds looked at Astrid for confirmation, she nodded at them and they left, leaving Astrid and Snotlout alone.

"You weren't planning on telling them I raped you right? C'mon babe, that just between us." Snotlout purred out while stroking her cheek, Astrid grabbed his hand and broke it, causing Snotlout to scream in pain, she then pressed her axe to his neck.

"Such a smug little weasel shit aren't you?" Snotlout whimpered as Astrid pressed her axe to Snotlout's neck. "I will expose you for what you have done Snotlout. And I'll savor the moment when you get what you deserve. You rapist piece of—"

"Whats going on here?!"

The two turned to see Spitelout and the other elders descending down the stairs, Astrid removed her axe and and answered. "Your sons lack of respect to the opposite sex is insulting, Spitelout, you should teach your dog manners." Astrid spat out before leaving the Hooligan hierarchy in shock at the insults thrown at both Jorgenosns and Snotlout swearing under his breath, he'd get her back for wounding his pride.