A little unrelated Valcup for those who are on the fence for how amazing Valcup is because of the incest.

Or alternatively, simply because this prompt calls for them to not be related.

At this rate I'll write a hot for teacher for all the ships - Valka is Hiccup's college teacher!

-HTTYD-

The art teacher strolled up and down the front of an airy, messy classroom teeming with sunshine and paintings and doodles. Hiccup followed her every move avidly, utterly transfixed by the goddess before him. Much as he had been since the start of the year for the college class he took.

"Today I thought we'd do a freestyle. Any style you like, any colours or shapes that inspire you. It just simply has to show something magical."

Hiccup could watch Valka talk about art forever. Her eyes lit up, hands constantly gesturing wildly and she seemed to almost vibrate with excitement. Tuff, the other side of Eret who sat next to him, raised his hand.

"Like what? Magical what?"

"Whatever you like Tuffnut. Magical building. Magical creature. Hel, a magical sunset if that stirs your embers. Whatever the magic is in you."

Tuff stared blankly at their Art teacher, then seemed to have a 'eureka' moment and practically face planted his paper in his haste to start drawing. Eret stared at his boyfriend, bemused, then turned to Hiccup with a grin.

"Let me guess. You're going to do - wait for it - another dragon!"

Hiccup glared, wondering if Eret would mind being stabbed with a pencil. He opted against it - it was his favourite sketching pencil, he didn't want to damage it.

"How long do we have Val?"

Someone else asked - Valka answered to both Valka and Val - and she smiled.

"It's a week long project, today I just want to see a start, to see you have your idea."

Hiccup tapped his pencil on the paper, making a series of dots. It was true, he often did dragons for 'pick your subject' projects, but since Eret called him out Hiccup decided to go in another direction. The idea flowed as he sketched, an extinct volcano that had blown out the entire left side of its rock face taking shape. Then he filled the broken rock with thick shards of ice, sharp and spiky on the outside but soft and safe within the volcano.

"Ok, what the Thor is that you've drawn H?"

Halfway through drawing some kind of flaming squirrel, Tuff leant over Eret's flying rhino to eyeball Hiccup's sketch.

"It's a Dragon Sanctuary. Made out of magical ice their fire won't melt."

Tuff pouted in confusion, then pretended to be utterly absorbed in his work as Valka made her rounds. If Hiccup appreciated the view of her ass when she was bending across desks to check work, or the way her paint-splattered button up shirt hugged firm breasts... well, he was using an artists eye to do so.

"That's... a very interesting idea Tuff. And yours is an interesting mismatch Eret, I like the contrast."

Hiccup's heart quickened at the smell of clay, paint and wildflowers that seemed to cling to Valka like glue, her hand brushing his shoulder as she gripped the back of his chair for leverage to lean across and look at his work.

"Not to push, but have you decided on colours yet Hiccup?"

Trying to think about something other than how Valka would look as a naked canvas, Hiccup nodded and hoped nobody noticed him stealing a glimpse of the hinted cleavage through an open button.

"Well it's all ice and snow, so there'll be frosty blues and cool greens. Maybe some darker tones for the rocks to contrast."

Valka smiled widely at him, fingers brushing his back again as she straightened up.

"Sounds excellent. I'm intrigued to see the end result."

As she practically floated away on mile-long legs Hiccup wanted to see wrapping around his hips, Eret shook his head and chuckled.

"You got it bad teachers pet."

"She can pet me any day. What would you know anyway? You're gayer than Tuff, and he practically emits rainbows."

"I do?"

Eret shook his head again, twisting to give Valka the once over surreptitiously.

"I can look at a menu I don't order from you know. But still, she's the teacher my dude."

"You tell me this every lesson."

"Well, you don't seem to be listening."

"Shove off."

Rolling his eyes, Eret started packing his supplies together as they prepared to leave for other classes.

"I'm sure you intend to loiter and make up something to talk to her about, plus we have different classes next. So I'll catch you later dork."

Hiccup glared at his dear best friend who was a royal pain in the neck, acting like Hiccup was so predictable... even if he was totally right. Hiccup always lingered, wanting to talk to Valka one on one. In his head there was much less talking and much more messy, frantic groping but still.

"Hiccup? Everything alright?"

"Oh, yeah. I just wondered if you had another class next?"

Valka raised an eyebrow.

"I don't, but you already knew that from asking before. Did you want to stay and work?"

"Kinda. It's just the student studios are always so busy."

It was a terrible excuse and Valka knew it, but Hiccup wouldn't be persisting if he didn't think she was interested in him too. With those gentle strokes on his back, how her buttons always seemed to come loose between Heather's table and then Hiccup's. With her soft smiles, her eyes lingering on his when they caught each other across the room and how much more playful and banterous her language was when it was only the two of them...

Yeah, Hiccup was pretty sure the attraction was mutual.

"Then by all means, work."

Hiccup smiled, picking up his end-of-year project carefully from the cupboard and taking it over to his table. Valka was humming to herself now, dancing slightly as she touched up a painting on the classroom wall that was starting to flake. Breeze blocks didn't hold art perfectly.

She had actually inspired much of his end of year project - it was two dragons, Toothless and Cloudjumper, resting upon a rock together. It was meant to display a mix of techniques - a clay sculpture painstakingly shaped, smoothed and put together. Then it would be painted. The textures of his dragons scales required endless hours of work on fine detail.

The Cloudjumper dragon had been inspired by his art teacher, her lithe grace and energetic movement conjuring images of exactly how he wanted the dragon to look. The more he focused on her to inspire the dragon further... the more Hiccup realised how badly he wanted her. In every possible way, but mostly splayed across a messy table for him to memorize by sight and by touch like an intricate masterpiece.

Shaping the individual scales on just one part of Cloudjumper's tail would take him much of the ninety minutes he had before Valka would chivvy him out before her next class. And that wasn't including time he spent distracted by flirting awkwardly with his teacher. She bantered right back, smirk teasing at the edge of her mouth.

Hiccup looked at his implement and realised it was insufficient for the task, twisting in his seat to see Valka organising the shelf of exactly what he needed. It was too perfect an opportunity to waste. He kept his footsteps light to ensure she didn't hear him and turn too soon, and by the time he was right behind her it was an inescapable situation.

He didn't touch her. Just leant past her to reach for something. Both of them were tall; Valka was a dot taller but Hiccup could live with that. She tensed when she realised Hiccup was so close, clearly debating how insane an idea it was to turn around. Hiccup closed his fingers around the tool he had come over for, pulling it from the shelf.

"Got it."

Valka shuddered lightly as his words traced across her skin, close as they were. He took a monumental leap of faith, practically shoved off the cliffs edge by his lust as he placed a hand on Valka's waist. She didn't react immediately, but Hiccup saw as she turned herself around just enough for him to see her face.

"Hiccup..."

"Tell me to stop" Hiccup found himself leaning closer, found himself with his chest to her back and the hand on her waist wrapping around more securely "and I will."

Valka leant back against him for just a minute and it was divine, but then she was pushing his arm away and turning around to face him.

"Stop."

It wouldn't take much. Only centimetres separated their lips. Hiccup almost leant in, certain that if he did Valka would reciprocate.

But she had said stop. So he stopped.

Turned and went back to his table with his newly acquired tool, slowly working each individual scale into his dragons tail. Valka didn't ask him to leave, but she didn't really look at him either. For that second though, as she melted into his chest and twisted in his arms.. Hiccup had been completely certain she wanted him too.

Sweet Odin, she had almost caved. To a student.

Hiccup had far too great of an effect on her. It was outrageous she be so attracted to one of her students. And yet when Hiccup flirted and gave her those smiles that made her knees weak, Valka matched them. His eyes followed her around the room, raked down her body like she was an erotic art display and darkened with want whenever Valka brushed her fingers across his shoulder or back when she leaned close.

Before scolding herself for encouraging him.

He started hanging back after the classes she was free after, working on their years project under the guise of saying the open-to-all students art studio was always busy. The guise failed when he started chatting, making clear as day to both why he was there but neither ever mentioned it.

She still shook whenever she remembered his most... forward question that barely held up to the scrutiny of an artists interest in a subject.

"So Valka, have you ever done it?"

Fighting not to act scandalized at such an inappropriate question, especially from someone she wanted to do many inappropriate things to, she played dumb.

"Done what Hiccup?"

His lopsided smirk was visible, eyes flicking up from where he was shaping a dragons wing.

"Life modelling. I'd pay you to model for me."

"Hiccup!"

He played innocent, though his molten gaze was anything but.

"What? From one artist to another, you have a unique shape. Not many women stand at a good six three."

The thoughts in her head were not very artistic at all. More a serious concern for her self control.

"Well, thank you. But mind yourself, it wouldn't do to be overheard saying such things."

"That's fair. But you didn't answer my question. Have you?"

It had triggered a recurring daydream of hers ever since, though the images mostly went to what would happen after he was done drawing. When she went to him, his favoured charcoal smudged over his face and fingers. It would leave tell-tale marks on her skin where he touched, on her hands when she cupped his face to kiss that maddeningly attractive mouth.

Oh, he knew she wanted him too. Gods, did she want. He pushed boundaries without ever totally overstepping - unless she counted him undressing her with his eyes on a regular basis. Valka watched him turn back to his work, shaping each tiny dragon scale one by one with his choppy, messy hair hanging in his eyes. Odin forgive her, Valka wanted to bury her hands in that thick mop and never let go.

When she felt him press against her back, hand on her waist and breath hot on her neck, Valka very nearly broke and kissed him. Where the willpower came from to say 'stop', she would never know. But thankfully, Hiccup respected that. Moved away. Went back to his work. Left her with a racing pulse and an unmistakable sense of disappointment.

The acknowledgement followed by rejection made Hiccup change his behaviour; he transferred his dragon sculpture to the students studio, stopped staying behind just to talk to her like he used to. He still looked at her, but when she caught him looking Hiccup looked away rather than smirk and smile. He tensed when her hand touched his back once; she didn't let it happen again.

Valka realised, with a slightly horrified thrill, that she missed him. And she couldn't tell him. She was the one who drew the line, Hiccup was the one respectfully staying on the right side of it. Even his friend Eret must have noticed something was up; Valka had seen him give Valka searching looks when he thought she couldn't see, trying to work out what was causing Hiccup's muted attitude.

His 'Dragon Sanctuary' painting had still turned out utterly gorgeous, his skill with angles and shadows meaning it practically seemed to come off the page in three dimensions. Valka touched a hand to where it hung on the display, tracing the icy shards and half-expecting to feel the sharp edges prick her fingers.

"Oh."

The voice was immediately recognisable, and sure enough when she turned around Hiccup was stood at the top of the two little steps that led down into her classroom.

"What's wrong?"

"You're normally... doesn't matter. I forgot my pencil."

His favourite pencil - Valka had watched him treat it like an extra limb - resided on the desk he had been sat at. She hadn't even noticed he forgot it, too inappropriately distracted by his new jeans. Slim on his legs and in a particularly pleasant shade of emerald.

"You don't work in here anymore."

Valka didn't mean to say that aloud. It just sort of slipped out of her mouth. Hiccup frowned, not looking at her as he picked up the pencil with stiff fingers.

"I realised I had overstepped my boundaries and I didn't wish to make you more uncomfortable."

She bit back a sigh - she knew Hiccup had been upset by her saying stop, and it was terrible of her to miss him so.

"You didn't."

"Clearly, I did. Or you wouldn't have said... it doesn't matter. I have to go."

It clearly mattered to him. It definitely mattered to her. Hiccup hesitated for only a minute, a tentative hope that Valka would stop him leaving. She wanted to. She just couldn't find the words. Hiccup took her silence as a cue, turned and left.

Valka wanted to go after him. What was wrong with her? Why did he have to be both irresistible and her student? Oh, it would be so easy to let go, to cave in and taste that tempting mouth, to map his body as she so ached to do.

But it would also be suicide for her job, and Valka loved teaching. Her job wasn't worth her infatuation with an attractive man half her age. He was barely out of boyhood for Thor's sake. She was terrible for even wanting him. Pacing up and down the classroom, Valka had to almost physically restrain herself from going after Hiccup, bringing him back to her classroom and kissing him until she forgot her own name.

Hiccup didn't come back until his next class, and Valka found it increasingly difficult not to touch him even a little. He'd gotten a hair cut, nothing huge but the choppy ends of his hair looked sharper, more appealing than before. Hiccup could feel her eyes on him, judging by the way he kept looking up from his 'machinery' drawing that showed a half-built motorcycle. The attention to detail on each part was incredible... Valka knew she wasn't supposed to play favourites, but Hiccup's art really was wasted on her small college class.

He lingered after, explaining nothing to the questioning looks of his best friend. Eret left with his partner, who as ever noticed nothing amiss besides the campus cat strolling past the door, which he promptly charged after.

"Is everything alright Hiccup?"

He nodded, expression solemn and eyes not quite meeting hers.

"I finished my end of year project. Just wondered if I could turn it in early."

"Of course, but there was no rush."

He shrugged, twisting the pencil in his hand.

"My father disagrees. I have the project for my Engineering class he wants to see more effort on. I'll bring it next class."

Hiccup looked at her for just a second and Valka shivered slightly under the intensity, heat and anticipation curling in her belly.

"Are you ok?"

"Come here?"

He'd stayed the other end of the room to her, but at Valka's whispered question his long legs closed the distance in seconds. With her height, it was uncommon to find someone who could look her in the eye as he did. His eyes were beautiful.

"Why are you fighting this?"

His fingers brushed her bare forearms, slid up to wrap around them just below her elbows. She let him, the warmth of his hands soaking into her skin.

"You know why."

The attraction between them was magnetic, drawing them closer to each other.

"So don't get caught."

He was so close his words almost vibrated across her lips. Valka felt his fingers tighten on her arms.

"This is madness."

"Then stop me."

She'd denied him once. Valka wasn't strong enough to do it again. His mouth pressed to hers at last, hands leaving her arms to land on her waist. Valka let her hands find their way into his hair, stroking the silken strands as he pulled her closer still, thrilling when she felt him press against her thigh.

"Hey!"

The sudden voice broke the two apart guiltily, Hiccup turning to see Eret standing there. Valka couldn't bring herself to look at the student who caught them, ashamed of herself for caving as much as she wasn't for the action itself. Her mouth still tingled

"What?"

Eret frowned at his friends curt word.

"Don't 'what' me. If I'd been literally anybody else you would both be getting kicked out of the college you idiot."

Hiccup sighed, nodding.

"I know. Sorry. What did you come back for?"

"You. Idiot. Your bike is in the shop remember? I'm driving you home."

Hiccup turned, looked at Valka then back at Eret.

"Give me a minute?"

"One. I'll be outside the door."

The second Eret turned away to leave, Hiccup's lips meshed against Valka's again and threatening her ability to stand up straight.

"Eret's spending the weekend at Tuff's. Come over?"

He didn't waste time. Valka tried to argue, but her lacking conviction was all too obvious as she stammered.

"I-I don't-"

"You know as much as I do that neither of us can fight this anymore. It's my place or here and one is safer than the other."

He was terribly, terribly right. Valka would have had him there in the classroom where they could have been caught so easily. And how much they had talked, shared their lives back when he spent his free time with her was clear - Hiccup hadn't suggested Valka's place, knowing that currently her mother was staying with her while her own was having work done.

"Alright."

His answering smirk almost had Valka leaping on him. Gods he was beautiful.

"You better bring an overnight bag."

"Oh?"

Hiccup's fingers dug into her waist, just a little.

"I'll let you use your imagination. I better go before Eret comes back to yell at me" Hiccup kissed her again, ending it far too soon for her liking "he'll be gone by midday Saturday."

Then he was gone, tempting body heat leaving with him and Valka shivered with its loss. He turned back at the doorway, eyes dragging down her body with blatant lust in his gaze. As he left, her shaking legs protested holding her up and Valka leant back against the wall, one hand across her rapidly beating heart.

What had she just agreed to?

-HTTYD-

100th published story! And yes there is another chapter coming.