The Dragon Conquer (A Httyd Fanfiction)

Chapter 21: Pure bliss

(Normal pov)

Snotlout paced back and forth on the Hooligan throne, he then turned to his father, loyal Hooligans and what little allies they have. "He has the support of the most ruthless, deadliest, and greatest Vikings in our lifetime! He has a bloody Night Fury!! And what do we have?" Snotlout shouted gesturing to everyone in the room. "We're heavily outnumbered! I brought you all here for your council and your advice." Snotlout huffed and puffed in rage and sat in his throne.

Hertha approached her son and placed a hand on her sons shoulder. "Now is the time to set aside your arrogance and pride son. Now is the time to be Chieftain of the Hairy Hooligans. You are a Jorgenson. We fear no one. Especially not a hiccup." Snotlout looked into his mothers eyes, the woman never liked the Haddocks, especially Valka Haddock, the woman sought suggestions of making peace with dragons long before Hiccup was even born. She was a disgrace of a Viking and deserved to be snatched up by that dragon.

"Your mother is right son. It matters not how much land Hiccup has taken, or how many men or dragons he has at his disposal, he's the runt of the Haddock litter. And we will kill him."

The Jorgensons allies: Snake and Wolf tribe looked at Spitelout like he was mad. "You've lost your mind Spitelout! Haddock's army outnumbers us ten to one! How in the name of all of Asgard do we defeat Hiccup Haddock and his hordes?" Spitelout turned back to his allies and simply spoke. "We'll use guerrilla warfare; we know these lands better than our enemies, but thanks to our armies and yours, we've been able to set up our defenses the moment we returned. Hiccup shouldn't underestimate us." The chief of Snake tribe scoffed.

"It matters not Spitelout. Your family is doomed. Why should we stay here and support you? Hmm? Why not myself and my men go support Hiccup?"

"Because I'll offer you gold."

Snake tribe chieftain looked at Snotlout, the young Jorgenson wanted his cousin dead, and remain in power. "Help us defeat my cousin and I promise you and your men an ocean of gold. The same goes for Wolf tribe. Please. Your armies may be our only chance to push Snotlout back." Both Snake and Wolf tribe chieftains looked at each other and they looked back at Snotlout.

"100,000 pieces."

Snotlout blinked in confusion. "I'm sorry?" The tribe chieftains repeated.

"100,000 pieces of gold. That is our price."

Spitelout looked at them as if they're mad. "Thats outright theft!! Berk won't have gold left to purchase means of our survival-"

"Father! Silence!"

Spitelout looked at his son with disbelief, Snotlout then turned back to his allies. "Help us kill Hiccup and once his head is on a spike. You'll both be paid in full." Snake and Wolf tribe chieftains nodded.

"Deal."

Snotlout nodded and smiled evilly.

"Deal."

(Berserker Island)

Hiccup's army regrouped at Berserker Island to rest for the night, and at dawn they'd sail/ fly to Berk and offer Snotlout a chance to surrender or die. Hiccup prayed his cousin was dumb enough to fight.

Dagur held a massive feast in celebration of five years of being allied with Hiccup and his army. Once everyone was gathered in the Berserkers Hall, the room was packed with warriors, citizens, and dragons, the Berserker chieftain and his family rose and Dagur began his speech of honor for Hiccup.

"My friends! Tonight we celebrate Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III and his conquests, adventures and bravery; he's the first Viking in our lifetime to tame dragons, go beyond our boarders and conquer new lands for the Viking empire, and..." The Berserker chieftain laid eyes on Hiccup, smiled at him and raised his cup. "...honor the memory of his father. Tomorrow, we fight for revenge, we fight for justice, and we fight to avenge Stoick the Vast. I respected the man as an adversary and I'm honored to fight along side his son. Skoal!!"