Hiccup, the Womanizer (A Httyd Fanfiction)

Chapter 1: A wife's touch

A/N: Since this won the vote, I'm going to be treating you with the first chapter. Welcome to Hiccup, the Womanizer! This is just a teaser for what's to come, so don't expect constant updates, not yet, anyway. Alright, 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.