Hiccup, the Womanizer (A Httyd Fanfiction)

Chapter 21: The deal

A/N: Finally getting back to this story, I appreciate you guys being patient, but as I've said many times before, life happens and I'm just a busy guy in general. Anyway, the Viking's time in Paris is concluding, and to reach their new home, they'll need to go through Paris first. Let's get to it!

(Frankia— Paris)

A cool morning breeze caressed Paris as though it was trying to keep her from being too flustered. Church bells sounded as citizens were amassing within the churches and because of their victory over the Vikings not long ago, the Franks believed they wouldn't attack them. With only a handful of sentries on the lookout, Paris was virtually undefended, ripe for the taking.

Savage had warned Gudleif and Dotta that it was unwise to leave their city so vulnerable, but of course, his counsel was belittled and cast aside. He and his Deviants were forced out of Paris with only enough gold and silver to get them by, not the amount that was agreed upon for aiding in the defense of Paris. Outraged for being used and not adequately rewarded to compensate for the losses his tribe had endured, Savage decided that he would leave the Boy Emperor and his people to suffer at the hands of Hiccup Haddock and his followers, they would exact revenge on their behalf. The Viking criminals and outcasts would move on to seek new opportunities but as they left Paris, Savage smirked to himself, even though Hiccup and his followers wanted to take Paris, they would not claim his life and the lives of those under his command.

One day soon, however, Savage would lead his tribe against Hiccup's followers and see that the Haddock name is lost to history.

But with the Deviants now far from Paris, the King of Vikings led his people into battle. With Esmeralda's help, the warriors were led into the catacombs beneath the city. These catacombs led to the sewers, and the stench of human filth, waste, and decaying corpses was so revolting that the Vikings had to cover their noses and mouths with face covers until they were finally inside the city.

"What an incredible smell we've discovered," Snotlout gagged in disgust as he and the other Vikings tread through sewage, waste, and filth that was waist deep.

"Tell me about it, Snotters," Tuffnut groaned as he turned to his wife, Thorhild. "You ever do anything like this before?"

"Treading through the muck and filth of humans and animals alike? No, I have not," Thorhild hissed at Esmeralda as she led the way with a torch in hand. "Oi! How much longer?"

Looking over her shoulder, the beautiful street performer gave the aggravated Bog Burglar a reassuring look. "We're nearly there, my friend. Trust me,"

"I hope so. Ughh, if I wasn't awake now, this certainly has woken me up," Astrid winced in disgust as she was by her husband's side. Turning to Hiccup, the Queen of Vikings nudged him playfully. "The smell is almost as bad as Mildew's cabbage patch back on Old Berk."

"Almost, being the operative word," Fishlegs remarked with a chuckle while gagging violently. "Oh, this is unbearable."

"Trust me, everyone, this isn't how I want to spend my morning either, but once we get out, we'll do what we do best," Hiccup assured his friends and followers.

Eventually, the group reached a small series of steps that led out of the sewers. Esmeralda tossed the torch on the top of the steps while ascending and removing the lid that kept the foul stench of the sewers at bay. Peaking her head above ground, the street performer nodded at Hiccup, silently telling him that the coast was clear. As hundreds of Vikings poured out of the sewers, they removed their face covers and breathed in fresh air greedily.

"Oh, sweet baby Thor in a thunderstorm, I've never craved fresh air more in my life!" Snotlout sighed in relief.

"You could say that again," Camicazi pushed her past her lover's cousin while also shaking off excess sewage and filth from her boots. "Ugh! After we take Paris, I plan on taking a warm bath and enjoying fresh, clean clothes."