A/N: Hiccup is twenty seven and Astrid is nineteen.
Fair warning: They're a bit OCC.
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COCONUT
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He closed his eyes as he licked. He hummed at the taste of the soft mound; sweet and creamy. The smell was one of delight and fresh. And when he closed his mouth all over and sucked, he couldn't hold back a groan. Maybe he was overacting, but after all it was hot outside, and a long time has passed since he ate an ice cream. Coconut ice cream with almonds was his favorite and had happen that Mrs. Hofferson was not only good at cooking but also preparing desserts.
"You. Look. Like. A. Porn. Star." The statement was thrown out of nowhere, making the man jump out of his skin.
"Shit! You can't do appearances like that!"
When he opened his eyes, Mr. & Mrs. Hofferson's sweetheart was leaned on the counter, her elbows supporting the weight of her head and her palms cupping her face.
"Mr. Haddock, I'm ashamed at the scandalous picture of you about to cum eating an ice cream." she said it in a very judgmental way, but her big blue eyes were gleaming with a wicked so characteristic of her.
"And you're complaining?" he responded with the very typical incredulous look.
Astrid licked her bottom lip, he doesn't know why, until suddenly the girl was right before him, yanking the cookie cone out of his grasp and sticking it in her mouth while fluttering her lashes. She gave a quick show, tilting her head and humming just like he did previously. The man's expression froze in shock… yet his green orbs darkened.
"Mmm! It's so good!" she exclaims once she's done sucking the poor cream's shit out.
"You are not subtle, Astrid!" Hiccup warned between his teeth. He was with such a mix of emotions at the moment.
"Oh gods, I was just tasting a bit" the girl roll her eyes annoyed, and then tossed the cookie in his hand, "Here. Take your stupid ice cream"
"You're the angry one?"
"You know well how to ruin someone else's fun"
His last nerve was reached and the only replied Hiccup deliver was a huff, not so in the mood for Astrid's tricks. He knew she was playing again, making him believe she was mad about something as insignificant and ridiculous. He knew she was just seeking for his attention. But today was not the day, and honestly he was tired, he had worked the entire week, and when he woke up that Saturday, Hiccup was hoping for a day of rest, that means go into the kitchen, serve himself something sweet to pass the flavor of cheap alcohol's bottle he ended last night, go back to his room, jerked off to relieve the stress and maybe kill himself.
But Astrid Hofferson stood in front of him, barefoot and dressed in a pale pink nightgown, sleeves barely covering her shoulders and the cloth's rim trying the impossible to reach her thighs.
He was a lecherous, lecherous man! Shamelessly roaming his eyes over a nineteen year old girl's desirable body?!
He didn't realize he was scanning her, until the only thing in his vision field were knees clamping together and smooth, long and toned legs quivering.
"Hiccup" spoke softly.
Gods! He was panting!
"Astrid!" someone from somewhere in the house called her. The voice didn't sound happy at all.
"Hiccup. Before I leave" she was gasping too, the atmosphere was taut and dangerous, and it was necessary for either of them to leave immediately from there before anything else happens, something that might make both regret it for the rest of their lives, though, "… Do you want to talk later?"
He limited himself to nodded, because he knew if he opened his mouth, he will eat out something that for sure wasn't going to be the coconut.
Astrid, for the first time, smiled shyly. She was embarrassed! With shaky hands she put her sleeves over her collarbone, and started walking away from him, condemned herself in silence. The girl was close to the door, but she halted in place, bending to pick something from the floor… by all the gods! The fabric wrapped in her tiny hands was nothing but loosen shorts! Astrid looked over her shoulder, noticing Hiccup's gaze still on her. She flinches, but in a quick move, her legs were again in the fabric, hiding the edge of her rear from his deep stare.
"Until lunch, Mr. Haddock"
And then she was gone. Gone for who knows how long. Leaving behind a man close to his thirty not sure about what just happened and not knowing what to do after. He was so confused and aroused at the same time. His face was affirmative reddened when he brought his itchy palms to touch his burning skin, and notice how hard his limbs were trembling. His breath was uneven every time his heavy ribcage went up and down. What the fuck? Well, he acknowledges one thing: he was being so alike to a predator after his prey. Like the cat and the mouse. For fuck sake! He was a creepy and a sick man. Drooling for a young girl he wanted so desperately carry to his locked room, to lay her on his big bed's comfy mattress, tear up her clothes from her petite body, slide his hands all over the length of her and spread her rosy legs, and… shit! Be the first one on her life! . . .
Fuck! He was nasty! Repulsive!
She doesn't deserve that! She doesn't deserve him! No matter how much she teases him. Astrid deserve better.
Not him, not him, not him, not him, not him, nothimnothimnothim…
Yet, the "we talk later" promise sadly couldn't be accomplished. As soon as Astrid left the kitchen, she was invited by phone to spend the day on Heather's house, a friend of hers. Granted, he felt disappointment, but what else he could do.
At least he has the home for himself. Nor her parents or Cami were staying that night, and he hasn't to guess why.
By twelve he was exhausted. He finished in time his work for Monday, and actually patted his own shoulder, gods he was pathetic. Not risking a hard hangover for tomorrow, he left in peace the bottle of liquor resting innocently on the table. Hiccup started to gather his stuff of the desk, reorganizing some folders and colleting the mess of paper, blueprints and ink's flasks while Doris Day's Dream A Little Dream of Me was heard in the background soothing Hiccup's stress. Once he finalized, he walks towards the oak wardrobe. He shuffles the hangers whilst singing absently, thrumming his fingertips on the wood. He smile wide at finally encounter his favorite pajamas.
Hiccup was ready to jump in bed and forget real world for at least six hours. Flickering the lamp off and the darkness flooded every corner. Music was gone long ago.
However, he knew he wasn't going to sleep straight in.
He rolled over the sheets for some time, tossing and retrieving the furs back and away. Weird. Apparently something was pocking his conscious, not letting him find the quietness… or maybe was someone.
No! No again! He made himself swore by the name of his father that he would never search relief in that disgusting way ever again!
Oh, but who he was kidding? He was yearning the touch, already recalling the images, remembering the smell… the way those plump lips were moving around, that seductive tongue travelling back and forth, reaping as much it could the white consistence.
How on Midgard he could control himself? Gods, turned off!
Taking care of himself was never bad, unless the fuel for his lust were blue pearls and gold strings.
He had to be a good boy— uh, m-man.
"Frigga" he thought.
With rapid, the sheets were taking aside by anxious hands, the same that were tugging the waistband and dragging it off thin thighs.
This was bad. He kept repeating in his mind. But it feels so good and addicting.
Addicting like watching melt coconut cream, dripping from swollen flesh. Gods—
Creak!
All ceased; the desire, the pumping, the grunts, the rushed train-thoughts. He stopped almost immediately. Indeed, that was the unmistakable sound of wood whining. And… a gasp-
Panicking, Hiccup sat up and yanked his pants up. He cleaned the salty sweat pooled in his upper lip and neck with the sleeve. He was still panting, but his brain was alarmed enough to sober up his lewdness.
"W-who is t-the-there?" stutter breathless. He scanned the room, fearing he might gave the intruder the signs of life he was soon end.
Nothing. Expectation and utter terror were hanging in the air, and with the anxiety oppressing his lungs, burying him onto the mattress.
Until…
Skinny, feminine fingers curled on the edge of the door. And in the dark, he managed to see the sapphire blue, shining by moon light leaking through the windows.
Fuck his luck when didn't listen, an hour ago, thanks to the loud music, the front door open, and being closed with an angry slamming. Fuck his luck when he didn't catch the frantic steps making their way up the stairs. And fuck him when he didn't feel a stare the whole time when he was discarding his pants and buttoned shirt, and putting his comfy current clothes.
"Astrid…" he trailed off, half moaning, half surprised.
"Goodnight, Mr. Haddock."
"Wait!" No! Why? She isn't looking disgusted, but he didn't want to push his luck either and try convincing her otherwise.
"Don't be embarrassed, Hiccup." She smiles reassuringly, "Everyone does, right?"
He nods.
"So, everything is fine. Although, I have to admit is quite interesting heard your name on one's lips"
No shit! She was joking. She had to be joking. He never cares to record the kinds of babbles his brain would let slip out when he was hands-on-the-action. What's the point? But now it was different, he wasn't in his house in Iceland. He was in Household Hofferson. Not that much privacy. And he usually takes the matter in the shower or in the morning when everyone was still asleep. Tonight was not same; no one was supposed to be in the house. He foolishly thought that Astrid would stay on her friend house to a sleepover.
Now she was here. Openly admitting she heard him moaning her name shamelessly. And still she wasn't slight affected.
"Astrid." He tries to apologize. Quick, she shut him lifting her hand.
"No, Hiccup. It is okay. Now, if you excuse me." She bowed in mock, "I'll go to my room. The door would be open since it's so hot this night. If you need anything… I'll be there"
Sneaking to her room, even with her permission, will be pushing too far the boundaries. So Hiccup only nod in false agreement.
She smiles again before leaving nearly running, stretching her lips in that way he knew she was about to say something mischievous, "Sleep well. Dream a little of me. I'm sure I do."
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A/N: If you liked or hate it tell me. Never be rude.
This weird-ass AU is in Ao3 too.
Thanks for reading it!