Hiccup, the Womanizer (A Httyd Fanfiction)

Chapter 20: Esmeralda

A/N: What? I haven't been lazy, just computer issues. Anyway, we're back at it again, and we're nearing an end here in Paris, a couple more chapters until Hiccup leads his followers to their new home. In this chapter, Hiccup hooks up with Esmeralda, who will be of great help to him and his army once they lay siege to Paris. With that said, I think you've all waited long enough for this next chapter, let's get to it.

(The Citadel)

Drago watched as his army and allies amassed their forces as they prepared for their next conquest. The madman's thoughts dwelled on the new conquests his army could enact, now that his forces had amassed a new dragon army from the flying reptiles living on The Citadel as well as capturing dragons both common and new species that were fleeing the Hidden World.

However, so long as Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III and those who follow him are at large, Drago knows that his attempts to conquer and rule the world will be thwarted.

How Stoick's little embarrassment of a son had defeated him made Drago fluster with anger and resentment. However, it would bring the madman comfort knowing that he would exact his revenge on the boy who made him look like a fool back on Old Berk. Ever since that defeat, Drago knew that brute strength alone would be no match against Hiccup Haddock, he would need to sharpen his mind as well; granted, he was a tactical genius, however, besting the young King of Dragons would need to take more than armies and armadas.

It would take someone Hiccup trusted, one the boy would never suspect of betraying him and using his trust against him.

A soldier suddenly entered Drago's throne and bowed his head before handing the madman a message. "This just arrived by way of Terrible Terror," taking the message from the soldier, Drago's interest peaked when the soldier added. "It's from your son." After reading the message to himself, Drago chuckled darkly, his son was making excellent progress while in Johann's service.

"Summon my warlords and allies. I wish to speak with them."

The soldier bowed his head and left the throne to fetch the warlords and leaders of the armies gathered on this island. Soon enough, the warlords and high-ranking commanders were present, and once they were all gathered, Drago brandished his son's message. "My son, Kjell Bludvist informs me that Johann's own force of Dragon Hunters and warriors is growing by the day. These proud hunters and warriors are unsatisfied being under the thumb of the simple-minded fool, Johann, who cares only for wealth and acquiring his own King of Dragons," scoffing, Drago approached his throne and sat down before continuing. "My son has informed me that he has turned the whole of Johann's collective against him, their loyalty to that pathetic little man is nothing but a ruse. And when the time to turn on him comes, they will join us here with Johann's riches, resources, and connections."

Ragnar the Rock laughed boisterously. "Excellent! Our Northern Alliance will be ten times what it once was, and then we can take the fight to Stoick's boy!"

Grunting in agreement, Griselda the Grievous crossed her arms across her chest. "That boy will pay for making us all look like fools," looking at Drago, the Slavic warlord raised an eyebrow. "Did your son say when we can expect these reinforcements?"

"By year's end, at the very least. At the moment, Johann's collective has sacked the Arabian kingdom of Agrabah and is pillaging the fallen kingdom of resources," Drago then smirked. "It's only a matter of time before Kjell turns the whole of Johann's collective against him and brings those forces to our side. For now, we must expand to new territories and establish more bases."

"And where do you suggest we establish these bases, master?" Chagatai Khan inquired.

Summoning one of his men to fetch his maps and charts, Drago had the maps placed at the foot of his throne. With his bullhook in hand, the madman pointed his weapon at the very top of where England was on the map. "There. I have heard stories of those who live in this land, Highlanders, their resistance will be fierce, however, in the end, pointless. We have the superior numbers and with our newly restored dragon army, the Highlanders will be nothing more than insects waiting to be crushed under our heels," turning to the head of his Dragon Flyers, Ahimoth, the power-hungry tyrant continued. "Vikings loyal to Hiccup Haddock reside in England, and should we have the need to capture the whole of that land, we are to kill the boy's supporters and deny him any aid."