The Dragon Conquer (A Httyd Fanfiction)

Chapter 3: Pretender to the throne

(Normal pov)

All of Berk watches as its great strong men lift the raft of sticks and trees and bring it to the water's edge. They bring Stoick down from the hill leading to his home, his body is dressed in robes fit for the chieftain. The villagers cry and the women sob loudly. Most of the children do not understand but they cry in unison. When they lay Stoick in the raft, they lay with him his war hammer, he was a warrior Thor would be proud of. The people watch the men pushing great burning torches into the flammable raft and then pushing it into the water. Smoke belches forth from the raft, consuming the body of the Stoick the Vast.

Spitelout smiles on the inside, his time has come to help groom his son to become chief and all Vikings will fear the Hooligans led by Clan Jorgenson.

Once the funeral was over, Snotlout walked through the village with a huge grin on his face. He was finally rid of his pathetic cousin and he is going to be chief of Berk by the end of the day.

Though the whole morning was dedicated to pay a final tribute to Stoick the Vast, the man had led them with all his strength, and for him to be betrayed by his own son? It was unthinkable. Though many believed Hiccup when the boy was on trail, the Hooligans knew Stoick's father believed Spitelout to be unworthy of the throne, and since then, Spitelout had to bide his time. And he used Snotlout to carry out his vengeance: kill Stoick and claim Berk for the Jorgenson clan.

As much it wanted to make people die, there was no other choice, the Jorgensons are part of the royal bloodline and have to take charge.

Though many on Berk believed otherwise.

Astrid eyed Snotlout like a hawk, she was one of the only ones who knew the truth, Snotlout killed his own uncle and framed Hiccup for his crime. All Astrid wanted to do was axe Snotlout to pieces and use him as shark bait, though that would be unwise right now. One day soon he'll get what's coming to him.

The Hofferson girl made her way to the Great Hall for mid day food, the Hall was jammed packed, she served herself a plate of chicken, potatoes and carrot slices. She spotted her friends and made her way towards them. "Hey guys." Fishlegs, Ruffnut and Tuffnut smiled at their friend.

"Hi Astrid."

"What's up girlfriend."

"Hola A."

Astrid acknowledged her friends greetings and sat next to Fishlegs, the teens dug into their food and saw Spitelout, Mildew and the other elders summon Snotlout.

"People of Berk! May we present to you, your new chief! Snotlout Jorgenson."

Snotlout bowed before Gothi and the mute woman drew the emblem of a newly anointed chief. Snotlout rose and Mildew raised his arms out. "May Odin the Allfather grant you the strength to lead our people into a glorious future." Snotlout then sat on the throne with a huge grin on his face, he grabbed a mug of ale and raised it. "Score!" The Hooligans raises their mugs too and drank. Though not everyone drank to their newly anointed chief.

"The fucking cock on Spitelout Jorgenson. The man, his family, and Snotlout are pretenders to the throne! They don't deserve to rule us or our lands." Fishlegs whispered yelled, the others hummed in agreement.

"I'm not to fond of having ego maniacs and murders ruling us." Ruffnut cringed, and Tuffnut snickered. "Sister Ruff, we are Thorstons! Our very existence is to live the most Nuttiest lives that we can!" Everyone looked at Tuff like he's crazy, he shrugged and nodded. "But yeah, living is good too." Astrid took a bite out of her chicken and shook her head.

"Spitelout had years to plan this treason, we need to expose the Jorgensons and everyone else who conspired with them. Hiccup is on Outcast Island because of the Jorgensons greed and thirst for power." Fishlegs sighed and scratched his hair. "The traitors no doubt destroyed all evidence of their involvement and covered their tracks, as much as I hate to admit it guys, we may have to accept Snotlout as heir." Astrid growled in anger and drew a dagger out and stabbed the table.

"Hiccup is gone because of the lazy little shit! We all know that him being chief will boost his ego to a whole new level. That and he'll probably demand us to kiss his boots when he walks by us." Astrid rubbed the back of her neck and sighed in frustration, already a day and she missed her beloved. Hiccup. She would expose Snotlout and the other traitors for their crimes.

"Well well well, nice to see you lot. You didn't raise your mugs in my honor, I'm hurt."

The four turn around and bared their teeth at...

"Snotlout." Astrid snarls out, the Jorgenson bot merely grins as he and his lap dogs sit with Astrid and the other blonds. "I didn't see you raise your mugs. Please, drink with us." Snotlout said, as he raised his mug as did his lackeys, Astrid wanted nothing more than to drown Snotlout in his own mug, but she decided to play along. She nodded to her friends and they raised their mugs.

"Skol!"

"Skol."

They all drank until their mugs were empty, Snotlout then draped an arm around Astrid, she wanted to rip it out of his socket. "Astrid. I'm having thoughts of having you as my wife. Just imagine it, our two houses joining together? What do you say? Huh?" Snotlout said in a flirting tone while wagging his eyebrows, Astrid suddenly lost her appetite.

No Hofferson as ever married a Jorgenson. Not now. Not ever.

Astrid seized him by the throat, Magnus, Stefnir, Helga and Breena attempted to help but were stopped by Fishlegs and the twins.

"You think you're safe Snotlout? Just because your parents have political power? You're wrong! We're going to expose you and your dirty family for the traitorous bastards you are! You will pay for what you did to Stoick and Hiccup, mark my words." Astrid seethed out, she then pushed Snotlout and got up, Fishlegs and the twins followed her, and drowned out their new Chiefs roars of outrage.

Astrid, Fishlegs, Ruff and Tuff left that Hall with one goal: end the traitors reign and expose them of their crimes committed against the Haddocks. The rightful rulers of the Hooligan tribe.