The rebellion had scored a major victory in the battle of the frozen wastes, the kings army was now scattered and broken and his remaining generals lay dead on the battlefield with many of his mercenary soldiers. Only one last march stood in the way between Dainn and the fall of his empire.

However, the final battle would have to wait until the soldiers had finished feasting in celebration of their victory. The party had taken place inside and around the fortress walls with all three factions of the rebel army raising their glasses together in friendship as music and laughter filling the air.

Pinkie of course was in charge of the party prelarations and made many sweet treats and party games with the help of her friends.

"Hey everypony!" The pink mare shouted while standing on a table as she got the crowds attention.

"ARE WE HAVING FUN???"

"YEAHH!!"

The soldiers had never been more lively than before and some had even begun to flirt with their female counterparts during the feast with the does of the waborn clan being more aggressive towards the youngest members of Shining Armors legion.

"Hey there little man~." Said a female berserker to a young squire as she leaned over to give him a clear view down her shirt while getting up close and personal.

"Let's ditch this place and have some real fun back at my tent~."

"Uh m-miss I'm very flattered but I need to um-!!" The squire replied timidly when the doe pulled him right into her breasts, nearly suffocating him.

"Come on, it'll be fun~!" She said seductively with a grin. The squire finally gave in and nodded yes to her offer before being dragged off towards her tent with a little surprise.

"Don't worry, me and my friend are gonna treat you real nice~."

"Wait. Friend?!?" The squire shouted when he saw another doe with a slightly bigger bust line winking at him as he was thrown into the tent.

"Good luck kid!" Another viking shouted as he passed by the tent.

In the forts mess hall was Twilight and her friends celebrating together around a feasting table with Shining Armor and the other rebel leaders but not all were in a partying mood.

"Hmm..."

Wulfric was sitting next to his comrades and beloved mare but despite the festive atmosphere, he didn't smile or laugh and just stared at his reflection in the ale swirling around in his cup.

"Hey there handsome. What's the matter?" Applejack asked after noticing her lovers mood. The chieftain let out a short sigh before placing his mug back down on the table.

"I let him get away Applejack. I had him..." he replied while taking a few small bites from his plate.

"Now that wasn't your fault." She told him with a kiss to his cheek that brought out a little smile.

"We'll get him sugarcube, I promise."

Applejack leaned against his shoulder as a form of comfort while getting a few teases from Rainbow Dash and a few of the soldiers. Not that she minded of course.

"How's about you meet me back at my tent?" She offered with a sly grin, much to her lovers delight.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. I got something special planned for ya~." She hinted while pressing her chest against his right arm and winked.

"My tent, later tonight. Be there."

"Yes ma'am."

The couple leaned against each other, looking forward to their evening plans while Applebloom and Scootaloo were in the back of the hall playing with Arya's pups. The sight warmed Applejacks heart as she watched her little sister snuggle with one of the cubs and noticed that the she wolf herself seemed to enjoy watching them play as well.

On the next table over was Rarity and the night guards playing their usual game of throwing knives and like always, the mare was on an impressive winning streak and had not used one ounce of magic through the entire game. As her turn came once again, she showed off her skills with a knife by seating herself a distance away to have a cup of tea before hitting the bullseye with a simple flick of the wrist and all the time her eyes were closed.

"Miss Rarity, how do you do that?" One of the guards asked as he scratched his head in confusion.

"It's a gift darling." She replied before taking another sip of tea when one of the wolf pups startled her by tugging on her boot.

"Oh! Good heavens!"

"Sorry Rarity!" Said Scootaloo as she pulled the cub away.

"Oh it's alright darling. These are more functionable than fashionable." Rarity replied while gently petting the little wolf and noticed that Scootaloo was looking rather sad despite the festive atmosphere.

"Is everything alright darling?" She asked the little filly.

"Well it's just...I was really hoping to see Sweetie Belle again."

"Oh now don't you worry dear. Sweetie Belle is being looked after by a good friend of mine."

Hearing that news gave Scootaloo a bit of comfort but it still didn't change the fact that she missed one of her closest friends.

As the hour grew late, one of the lookouts sounded the alarm with news of a small army approaching the gates under a white flag.

"Wulfric, you better see this." Said Shining Armor who peeked outside to see the reminents of the clans who once served the king. The soldiers who had been guarding the gate had readied their arrows when Sergeant Quartz ordered them to stand down.

Many were confused about this sudden visit as the leaders of each clan stepped forward, all of which were known by Wulfric and the Warborn.

"The bear clan, the eagle feathers and the dragonsbane clan. What are you all doing here?" The young chieftain asked suspiciously since they have had several confrontations throughout the war.

"We came seeking sanctuary." Said the chieftain of the bear clan as he laid down hos sword and shield before Wulfric.

"The king has gone too far. He's giving what food and gold we have left to his army!"

"King? What king?" Yelled the chieftain of the dragonsbane to the whole crowd.

"Dainn Stonehoof is no king of mine!! What kind of king slaughters his own people and then leaves them to die of hunger while he feasts in his great hall?!?"

Many of the clans nodded and shouted in agreement with the chieftain as he continued his speech.

"What kind of king hides behind an army of sellswords and then flees in the heat of battle? There's only one stag in all the four clans that I am willing to call king and he's sitting right there!"

All were shocked when the leader of the dragonsbane pointed his axe to Wulfric and bent a knee to him.

"King Wulfric! My king...THE KING IN THE NORTH!"

At first, there was silence until the chieftain of the eagle feathers stepped forward and bent a knee before the young chieftain.

"I'll have peace on those terms. To the frozen hells with Dainn Stonehoof! The King in The North."

One by one, the wariors of each clan began to kneel before Wulfric. Even the members of his own clan stepped forward to swear their loyalty again.

"Are we your people? Now and always?" Asked one of Wulfrics warriors.

"Now and always."

With that answer, the warriors of the warborn clan kneeled before their leader with a renewed faith in his strength as they proclaimed their fealty to him.

"Then our blades are yours in victory and defeat, from this day until our last days."

"THE KING IN THE NORTH!!" The dragonsbane chieftain shouted once again as the other clans began chanting it over and over, until the entire fortress had begun to shout with them. Even Twilight and her friends began to join in with much enthusiasm.

That night, for the first time in their history. The viking clans had chosen a king who was worthy of their loyalty and one who could lead them to a brighter future.

End.