(Normal pov)

Heather was brought back to consciousness by having icy water splashing her body, causing the Berserker to gasp and pant heavily while giving the soldier who dumped water on her a murderous glare. The cell she in was freezing as well, causing her to chatter her teeth slightly and do her best not to die of hypothermia. The young Berserker then laid eyes on Hiccup who then dismissed his soldier, leaving the two of them alone. "I won't tell you anything," Heather said firmly, "torture me all you like, I won't tell you anything."

"I'm not going to torture you," Hiccup said in a reassuring tone, "I'm just here to talk." Arendelle's king then entered Heather's cell and was mindful not to get to close to her, even though she was chained. "I'm here to offer you a better life," he then added, "a life where you can live in peace and not worrying about dying a gruesome end on the battlefield." Heather laughed at Hiccup's words and scoffed at him. "I am Viking," she shook her head, "war is what makes us Vikings who we are! But of course you have renounced our ways and have embraced the ways of our enemy."

"I was never a Viking," Hiccup said firmly, "my father and tribe despised me, my countrymen all agreed that my father should've killed me when I was a babe, and I stood lower than dirt in the eyes of them." Shaking his head, Hiccup chuckled lightly and continued. "They still haunt me on occasion. Every Viking I've killed, even in death they mock me," his face then twisted into one of sadness and regret, "Astrid Hofferson visits me in my sleep too. I offered her a chance to give up the Viking way and I was forced to end her life on the battlefield. You don't have to be struck down by the sword Heather, live a long life and enjoy peace here in Arendelle."

Looking at Hiccup's face, Heather could see pain etched in his features, though she wondered why he would even be feeling such a thing for Vikings, the countrymen he slaughtered and betrayed.

"Think whatever you want Heather, but it pains me to slaughter my countrymen," Hiccup looked into her eyes and continued, "the Vikings were taught that Valhalla is their paradise for honoring Odin and the gods of Æsir with blood and battle. But it's all a lie! I can show you the way Heather, but only if you let me."

Inhaling sharply, Heather spat on Hiccup's leather boots and shook her head. "You're going to pay for what you did Haddock," she flashed him a sinister grin and continued, "no matter what you, you'll pay for betraying mother Norway and Odin's warriors." Sighing heavily, Hiccup ran a hand through his hair and nodded. "I take that as a 'no' to my offer," shaking his head lightly, Hiccup continued, "unfortunate, don't say I didn't warn you." With that said, Hiccup left her cell and made his way out of the dugeon, leaving Heather alone and chattering from the cold that was creeping into her bones.

"Gi meg styrke til å tåle denne rettsaken, Odin. Vær så snill, gi meg styrke."

Heather silently prayed, being captured this easily was all part of the plan. The small number of Berserkers that serve Heather came with her, and will now carry out their leaders will and apprehend Hiccup Haddock and bring him back to their encampment.

"All part of the plan," Heather murmured to herself while chuckling lightly, "I do hope you're ready for a fight Haddock."

(Hiccup's pov)

I had this... gnawing feeling in my gut that something wasn't right.

Heather's capture was far too easy for my liking.

Something isn't right.

As I quickly exit the dungeons, I lay eyes on two of my bodyguards and give them orders. "Be on your guard," I then gesture to the dungeon and outside, "something tells me that our prisoner willingly got herself captured to divert our attention somewhere else. Be ready for anything." My bodyguards bowed their heads in acknowledgement and I made my way to the throne room to speak with Duke Weselton, the English dignitary from Arendelle's neighboring duchy Weselton. I know little of Duke Weselton, all I know is that his kingdom used to be close trading partners with Arendelle until my late father-in-law, King Agnarr cut all ties with Weselton because they were accused of conspiring with Vikings.

Not only did I have to deal with dealing with a suspected traitor in the form of Duke Weselton, but I was also expecting my relatives from Corona very soon to further aid us in our fight against the massive Viking army amassing in Wales.

Entering the throne room, I'm greeted to the sight of Duke Weselton and two of his bodyguards pacing around from the steps of my throne. The withered corpse smiled at me and bowed his head in greetings. "King Haddock, thank you for taking the time to meet with me," he then gestured to Arendelle, "this kingdom has flourished under your rule."

"Duke Weselton," I nod in greetings, "your flattery is noted, but I suggest you get on with your reason for visiting, I have other matters to attend to." I say firmly while walking past the duke and seating myself on my throne. "It's no secret Weselton has uh, been tempted to make brazen power plays," I state, "now decades later, you return to Arendelle and wish to speak with its new king. Do tell, why exactly are you here Weselton?"

"Well, it's no lie that the remaining Vikings are uniting to form a great army," Weselton stated, "if we are to weather out the storm of blood and death they will unleash upon us, we must unite our two kingdoms together." Weselton said firmly, the old man then raised his eyebrows in question. "What do you think?"

I snicker lightly and shrug. "I think you're a man who craves power and wants to usurp me," I say in a bored tone, "your kingdom was raided countless times over the last five years and you're here for... relief." Narrowing my eyes at Weselton, I then raise an eyebrow in question. "How much relief do you want? Or... is that even the reason you're here at all?"

Weselton chuckled nervously and gulped heavily, causing my suspicion to raise. Sweat began to form on his forehead, he's hiding something and he has the audacity to stand there and pretend nothing's wrong?

Reaching for my Inferno sword, the sword is exposed and ignites while I get out of my throne and advance towards Weselton. His bodyguards draw their own swords out but I slash at them, causing their swords to shatter, one of the many benefits of having a sword forged out of Gronckle Iron. At the same time, my own bodyguards burst into the throne room with spears raised at Weselton and his men, causing the trio to hold their hands up in surrender.

"Alright you withered corpse, I'm going to ask you again," I point my blazing blade right in Weselton's face, "why are you really here?" Just as Weselton could answer, six dragons burst through the windows of my throne room, causing everyone in the room to duck as glass showered down on us. Looking up, I laid eyes on the same species of dragon Heather rides, my eyes then widen in shock as I lay eyes on Berserks riding these dragons.

Their dragons start to breathe fire at us, one of Weselton's men gets incinerated while everyone scrambles for cover. As I make a run for it, I get pierced in the back with one of those dragons barbs, causing me to cry out in agony and fall to my knees. Turning around, I lay eyes on Heather who was back on top of her dragon and with a sinister grin on her face. Sliding off her dragon, Heather approached me like a wolf going in for the kill. I try to stand but the barb embedded in my back is too deep, causing me to groan out once again fall to my knees.

"That's exactly where you belong," Heather sneered out, "on your knees." She kicked my sword away from my grasp and looming over me. "I had my men accompany me on this assignment," Heather stated, "true, I did hope to complete this ttask without the assistance of my men, and I had hoped that you didn't know who I am. But you knew who I am. That's one thing I admire about you Haddock, your keen mind." While Heather continued to gloat, I could hear Weselton's dying squeals and gruesome gurgles. Many more of my bodyguards entered the throne room with spears and crossbows in hand, but Heather quickly hauled me up to my feet and pulled out the barb in my back, causing me to scream but fall silent as she pressed the bloody projectile to my throat.

"Do nothing!! King Haddock's life holds in the balance of our actions!!"

Heather chuckled at the sight of my guards lowering their weapons. "That's it, keep your men under control or I'll gut you," my mother and children burst into the throne room and were right behind the phalanx of guards, "or maybe I'll kill your family just to make you suffer and know my pain." She snarled in my ear.

Nobody threatens my family.

Inhaling sharply, I bash the back of my head into Heather's face and then drive my elbow into her face, causing blood and spit to fly out of her mouth and fall down on the marble floor. The Berserkers dragons begin firing in my direction, but I quickly take cover while my guards quickly raised their crossbows and fired at the Berserkers. Looking to my mother and children, I barked out. "Get out of here! GO!!" They nod and run for it, I then narrowly evade an incoming barb thrown by Heather.

She charges me and throws punch which connects to my jaw, causing me to fall to the ground once more. I then move out of the way as she tries curb stomping my head, but she does land a heavy kick into my ribs, knocking the air out of my lungs. Another kick connects to my ribs, causing me to groan out in pain and wheeze out in pain. "I won't hurt you too badly," Heather said, "your suffer turly begins when we return to Wales." Looking up into Heather's piercing green eyes, she shakes her head at me and then smirks. "Finally, you're going to answer for your grievances against mother Norway and its people," Heather then gestures all around us, "the kingdom you claimed by killing my brother and countless other Vikings will crumble in due time. You will suffer in ways beyond your imagination." Heather then curb stomped me in the head, causing my vision to go black.