Before Hiccup became a chief, he and Astrid would often fly to some deserted island just to have time for themselves, often making wild love without chance of being interrupted, or having anything else to worry, really. These trips became much rarer nowadays. And more than often their nightly caresses would offer something different: a mean to ease mind. Whenever they couldn't win, save someone, or when things simply piled up, she would welcome him inside of her without any need of explanation. Not that he would usually say anything; they wouldn't exchange a word aside from some carnal grunts, as the two understood each other perfectly. Astrid knew that one of the most important jobs as the future wife of the chief is to be his closest friend, and someone he could immerse himself in for a few precious moments of each day.
It didn't matter that there was usually very little finesse to that love-making; for Astrid it made no difference from the nights when Hiccup would often quite literally rock her world, when the two twisted their bodies in a heated, bizarre position too difficult to imagine. Hiccup's steady, monotonous pushes brought her as much pleasure as his precise, slow moves, calculated to bring her to the edge in mere moments.
Each of his thrusts told its own story, and Astrid always let him speak his mind freely. He kept explaining his point of view, presenting his arguments again and again, making sure that Astrid remembered each and every one of them. And she listened, moving her hips ever so slightly to accommodate her lover's tempo. He tried his best to offer Astrid a chance to riposte, peppering his neck with hungry kisses, receiving the feeling of her short nails grazing against his back in return.
And even after he finished, and rolled to his side, he would still be the kind, empathetic himself.
- Astrid... I'm sorry I'm done already.
She silenced him with a kiss and yanked his arm, pulling it between her legs.
- Shh... I'm close too.
A few more moves of his fingers against her sticky opening was enough for Astrid to start moaning his name again. And it was the sight of his squirming, writhing wife, twisting her limbs in orgasm that finally cheered Hiccup and made him forget all the worries of the previous day.
Astrid yelped when Hiccup grabbed her by her waist and pulled her against his already stiffen erection. He pushed his body up so he could have better access to her breasts, and closed his mouth against one of her nipples.
- I see you feel better now?
A low, affirmative grunt came from his mouth, giving Astrid's nipple an extra flick of tongue.
- Good, so we can stop being two logs screwing each other?
- Oh yes, milady - he replied, continuing his kisses - Now we're teenagers again.
In the nearly dark room, Hiccup saw a glimmer in Astrid's eyes, a moment before she ducked and let her hands and mouth caress his body. At least until tomorrow things went back to normal again.