The Viking and Princess (A Httyd Fanfiction)

Chapter 1: Dragon Rider

A/N: So, sadly, I've decided to no longer continue with Love and War, I apologize for the inconvenience, but in the end, I want to write what I feel like writing, and this what I want to write. For those of you have been following me for a while, you should all know by now that I'm an author who wants to spice things up, that includes pairing Hiccup up with other female characters, whether they're from Httyd, Dreamworks, or otherwise. I wanted to write a Hiccup x Rapunzel story because this pairing has essentially burrowed itself in my mind and is practically nonexistent, which is surprising, considering how similar these two characters are. Alright, so in this story, Hiccup is banished from Berk because he bonded with Toothless, and he's branded as an outlaw and can no longer live in Norway or Scandinavia because he could be killed without repercussions or even be taken into slavery. Leaving the lands he knows, he becomes a bounty hunter and a traveler and the story already starts with him in his twenties. Hiccup and Toothless are currently in Germany, where the Kingdom of Corona is located, but he hasn't met Rapunzel yet, this chapter starts with Hiccup and Toothless catching a bounty and then claiming the reward and then the story picks up from there. Anyway, enough talk, let's do this.

(Normal pov— Germany)

Men often choose different places or prefer doing different things to spend their time in, for leisure. Some perfect a skill they had been blessed with, some go out and craft and some choose to drink and revel with whores.

House of Roses was a brothel that many men, the wealthy, the mischievous, and the common alike would go to and spend their coins on, whether it was to dine on well-cooked meals, savor well-brewed ale and other alcoholic beverages, and of course, slake their carnal needs on choicest whores, they were given an alias to protect their identities from the obsessive and they were also given masquerade masks to further protect them as well as expose the customers in the establishment with a sense of mystery. Within this brothel, men's secrets were laid bare when they were worked well by the whores paid to hump them or vice versa, women who knew how to use their beauty and bodies to their advantage were often rewarded by the owner of the brothel or even other wealthy, powerful people. The men who came to spend their time and coin at the House of Roses were often too ignorant of the fact that there was a young, yet very dangerous man in kept to the shadows and was watching them, this young man had gained a rather bloody and very infamous reputation throughout the whole of Europe, along the Silk Road, and beyond due to offering his services to those who could pay a handsome price for his skills as a fighter and for possessing a creature as black as night.

One of the brothel's patrons, Aimar Gotthard, was seated at a table, counting bags full of gold, a ridiculous smile across his face and a mug of ale in his hand. This man had recently pulled off a job with his merry band of men and had made a big payout and he was contemplating what to do with the gold he had earned. A sudden feeling in Aimar's gut told him that he was being watched, momentarily tearing his eyes away from the coins he had earned, he looked towards a darkened corner of the brothel, his breath then hitched when he saw an armor-clad figure leaning against one of the walls, the lanterns and fireplaces illuminated their leather armor and obscured the figure's face, the eyes of this armored figure seemed to glow thanks to the fire, making this figure look more menacing. Releasing a fearful cry at the sight of the armored man reaching for something attached to his hip, Aimar wasted no time and ran for his life. The establishment's patrons all exclaimed in confusion at the sudden outcry and commotion but Aimar could care less, he only knew that if he didn't leave now, he would be in serious trouble.

The armored man ran after the now fleeing Aimar, he drew a throwing knife tucked in his left boot and hurled it at his stalker. However, Aimar and all the patrons in the brothel gasped in both shock and awe as the armored figure drew a retractable blade of fire and severed the throwing knife as if it were nothing. As the severed, smoking knife clattered on the floor, Aimar cursed out loud and pushed his way through the patrons standing between him and the brothel entrance as the armored figure drew closer.