Started: 2/2/2014
Summary: AU Post 1st movie and minor influence of the 2nd movie with a tiny dash of the books in there. Hiccup finds that he was arranged to marry another cheif's heir, from the Death Dealers' Tribe of Vikings, since a few measely hour after his birth. Her name is Astrid Hofferson aka "The Beautiful Death/Deadly Beauty", cousin of Camicazi Hofferson and niece of Big Boobied Bertha Hofferson, and she's no more happy about the decision then he is. In fact, she hates his guts with the passion of a hot knife simply because it was decided when their clans were on the brink of war and they were born the same day.
And the worst part, they have to conceive a child to seal the peace between their clans.
Warning! This story was written by me in boredom and desperation brought on by a long term disconnection from the internet. Be warned.
Enjoy!
Note: This story takes place with events happening five years earlier. Hiccup and Astrid's birth, the encounter with Toothless. Other events pretaining to Astrid being in the movie never happened here. It's a new spin! Also, Stoic is the same age as in the first film for the current time in this story, I don't want him to be old and understanding of Hiccup right now.

-In the waters separating Berk's Hairy Hologans from Slash's Death Dealers-
The water was eerily calm following the cease fire from both sides, the dark surface occasionally revealing a piece of destroyed ship or shield that managed to float back to the surface among other debris.
To the West of the calm waters, a fleet of ships from Berk stood silently, a row boat breaking ranks as it carried two large, intimidating men to the calm waters as a row boat from Slash fleet did the same, two equally intimidating men approaching the Berk rowboat.
As soon as the boats touched, they ceased movement altogether, the men making eye contact so intense, they could have frozen the water around them solid for miles.
"Stoic the Vast.", Came the call from the blonde bearded man from slash. He was their chief, their leader.
"Reap the Sharp.", Stoic responded, his bigger, red beard moving slightly with his words, "I suppose you know why I called a cease?"
"Likewise.", Reap the Sharp was always a man of few words. At least in the presence of an enemy, but Stoic was no longer an enemy, "My wife, Vendetta, hath delivered a beautiful daughter this morning. Astrid. She's her mother's daughter and my heir."
"And my wife has given me a healthy son... Hiccup. He's not much to look at now, but in time, he'll grow into his duties and show his potential.", Stoic said, knowing that in giving his son's name, he's just revealed his son's state...
"Hard to believe. With a name like Hiccup, one can only imagine that he's but a runty sac of bones that cries-"
"We didn't come here for ye' to insult the wee lad, Reap. We came to make peace.". The man in the rowboat with Stoic said. His name was Gobber the Belch, and but three years ago, he'd lost his leg to the war befalling the two Tribes. Now said War was over, and he was aching to get out of the company of Death Dealers as soon as possible, "Now are ye' goin' to just stand thar and insult a babe, or are we gonna get down to business?"
"Hm.", Reap growled, fist clenched before he put his knuckles to his hips and gave a huff, "Very well! I'm here to arrange the marriage of my daughter to yer son, Stoic."
"And with this marriage, we'll end the five years of war between the Hairy Hologans of Berk-"
"And the Death Dealers of Slash."
With strentgh to rival a thunder clap, the two men reached forward and clasped eachother's forearm with grips that easily made the others fingers tips begin to numb.

15 years later-Berk

Green met green. Fear saw fear. One surrendered while another realized.
Hiccup stood still as the Night Fury looked him in the eyes, and then laid it's head down, accepting it's fate at the hands of the superior beast.
Hiccup raised his knife to strike the dragon's heart. But he couldn't bring himslef to bring the knife down to commit the final blow.
"...I did this...", He muttered, ashamed that he'd just been about to take a life for glory, for acceptance, for his father's acceptance of him.
He turned to leave, his heart heavy with disgust and self hatred. He couldn't kill this dragon. He couldn't kill anything. He was no viking. He could never be what his father wanted of him.
He was destined to be pathetic. Destined to be Hiccup.
He glanced down at the knife in his hands... He couldn't kill the dragon, but he could set it free...

Same time and day-Slash

Astrid watched from her kneeling positon, as her father walked to the weapons rack in their home, steel blue eyes watching his every move as he turned his back to her and picked up something.
Judging from the sound, it was big, it was sharp, it was-
"The Family Battle Axe. The Lopper Limb.", Reap spoke lowly, admiring the blade in his hands, "Handed down to me on the day I was bethrothed your mother, Astrid. On the day of your bethrothal you too shall inherit this axe. But until that day...", He turned away and put the FBA back in it's place. Astrid could hear him pick something else up before and turned back to her.
A soft gasp escaped her as she saw what he held in his hands, "F-father...Is that...?".
"Until you are bethrothed Astrid, you shall inherit the Axe I used at your age. The Cutthroat.", Reap said as he handed the miniature version of the FBA to her, the weight being off by quite a bit. But knowing his duaghter, she'd perfect her use of this weapon.
"Father... I don't know what to say...", She said as she ran her hand along the flat side of the axe's double bladed head. She could perfectly see her reflection in the smooth, well polished metal. Was she crying? Oh Thor! She was crying!
Tears of joy.
"I'm so proud of you, Astrid.", Her mother, Vendetta Hofferson, said as she came from behind and made her duaghter stand and face her, giving her a bone crushing hug.
Astrid was released soon afterward and felt her father's powerful, undoubtedly larger hands on her shoulders, "Promise me, Astrid. Promise that you'll make me proud.", Her father's voice actually wavered with emotion, knowing he'd never gotten to prove his worth to his own father before his untimely demise at the hands of a traitor.
"I promise father.", The words felt nice as they rolled off her tongue, "I promise to make you proud, father. I won't fail you and I won't break my promise!", She sobbed the second and third sentences as she quickly handed her newly claimed axe to her mother and l lunged at her father, making him stagger back slightly as she hugged him around the neck with all her might.
"I know you won't, Astrid. I know you won't.", Reap said as he hugged his duaghter back, weary that she was still so frail compared to him. He glanced at the Family Battle Axe in it's place on the Hofferson weapons rack. And in it's smooth polished metal, he could see Astrid's future. his duaghter was destined for greatness...

Five years later-Berk

Hiccup dismounted Toothless, removing his helmet. He brought up his left hand to brush his hair free of it's squished mess of dark brown form so that it was once again simply a mess of dark brown that stood freely, "Well, Toothless, I'd say that was another success. I didn't even come close to hitting the water this time!"
"Hiccup!", Came the familiar cry as a cloaked figure ran at him, short cut blonde hair freely flowing around her head as she quickly approached the young Dragon Rider, "Hiccup!".
"What's wrong, Camica-Ooph!", He exclamed as he was tackled from behind before he'd even gotten the chance to turn around. He and Camicazi slid several feet in the tall grass before coming to a stop.
"...Ow...", Was all he could say before he pushed his front off the grasses and rolled over, Camicazi still sprawled on top of him, "Camicazi, what are you doing here? And why in the name of-"
"No time to explain! You need to come with me! Right now!", She said urgently as she pulled him up by his hands, despite him being two heads taller and at least ten pounds heavier in his flight gear.
"Wait Camicazi, we can just-"
"No time! If we don't hurry we'll be late and then it won't be good for anybody! Why aren't you running? Get your Norse butt in gear!", She said as she had started to push him vigorously toward the village, which was at least two miles away.
"Camicazi!"
"WHAT!"
"We can just take Toothless.", Hiccup said calmy as he gestured to the dragon that was watching the two of them in curiousity.
"...Oh..."
Within seconds they were mounted on the Night Fury and within a minute they had reached the House of Chief Stoic and his Heir Hiccup Haddock.
Jumping off with a sprint, Hiccup was at his door in a heartbeat, his new and improved prosthetic not hindering his motions as he grabbed the door handle.

In Slash

"Father, you called for me?", Astrid said after having burst into her families house built into the hill over looking the village. She'd been out training in the forest when a messenger had run up to her, telling her that her father requested an urgent word with her.
She had run the whole way home and wasn't even winded. She trained. A lot.
"Astrid.", Reap spoke, his hands clasped behind his back as he stood staring into the fire, "There is something... Something I been meaning to tell you. For quite some time..."
"Father, what is it?", Astrid asked, not used to seeing or hearing her father this way. He seemed uncertain. Her father was never uncertain. It was impossible to think such a thing. And yet, here it was before her eyes, "Are we going to war? Did... did something happen to mother? Are you ill?! Please tell me what's wro-"
"Astrid, calm down.", He said, his grey eyes still focused on the flames of the fireplace, "It would be best if you sat down for this news."
She remained standing, as was the way of Slash. If you were offered a seat, you could chose to sit, but a Death Dealer remained standing, regardless of fatigue, injury, rest or some other excuse.
Reap guessed she would remain standing anyway, "Years ago, Astrid, we were on the brink of war with the Hairy Hooligan tribe of Berk."
Automatically, she began reciting facts and such in her head, 'Lead by Chief Stoic the Vast. Risen twenty years before Sharp, forty years before Outcast Island. The first and currently only tribe to make peace with AND domesticate Dragons under the tutolage of Stoic's son Hiccup Something Something The Third. Rivals of Sharp. War was settled with an agreement for...Something important later on.', But she had no idea why this was relevant now. None the less, she listened closely to her father as he took another deep breath and continued.
"Yer mother had just brought ye into the world, and you were so fitful in your first hours. I was half expecting you to grab a hammer and weild Thunder and Lightning.", He spoke with a noticeable amount of affection in his voice, a smile showing through his thick, sun bleached, blond beard, "Yer eyes weren't even open and you were givin' the nurse maids a hard time. And then I held ye in my hands, and ye stopped. Yer eyes opened, and you just looked at me with big blue eyes. The biggest I'd ever seen. And the only thing I could say was, 'Welcome to your home, lil' Valkerie.' Of course yer mother didn't like a title for a baby name. Sh'Wanted me to name you after our mothers, Aster the Mistress o' Disaster(Vendetta's mother) and Ingrid the Timid(Reap's mother). And I couldn't argue, she'd carried you for all those months, so off the top o' m'head, I named ye. Astrid."
He blinked, long and hard, turning away from the flames as he faced her, eyes still closed. When he opened them, his eyes were brimmed with tears and holding a anger he never seemed to show around her.
Astrid's fist tightened at her sides, the wood of her Axe's handle creaking slightly. The black Fear Paint surrounding her eyes felt like it was running. Was it hot in here or was she sweating from nervousness? She hadn't been anywhere near this nervous since she had first expirienced her...
...Her curse...
"Astrid I want you to know this. No matter what choice you chose, you'll still make me proud."
Astrid gulped now, and it was audible enough for people at the docks to hear over their yelling and bickering; Her worst fear was realizing she could let her father down at any second. Which was why she always pushed to improve, leave no room for error. Be the perfect duaghter.
"When the war had reached it's peak, you and another child were born on the day I and Stoic called a cease...", She didn't like where this was going. "The child born, was Hiccup Horrendous Haddock The Third, Stoic's only son and child.", She really didn't like where this was going. "At the time, the only way to allow peace would be a marriage of the Chiefs' oldest or only children if it was possible.", Oh Thor! Oh Freyja! Oh All Father above, She didn't want to know where this was going!
Her eyes suddenly noticed something they'd looked over when she entered. The Family Battle Axe was no longer in it's place on the weapon's rack.
It was in her father's hands. The hands raising to offer her the Axe.
One word escaped her at the moment, her voice a low, shuddering whisper, "...No..."

In Berk

"No... This...This can't be right! It isn't!", Hiccup shouted, backing away from his father, his hands coming up to grip the brown haired sides of his head, a deep frown marring his handsome features, "No, no, no!"
"Hiccup, I'm sorry son. But this is the way it has to be.", Stoic said as he walked forward and put a hand on his son's shoulder, "Think of the consequences if you don't go through with this."
"Don't you dare go there, dad!", Hiccup roared, pulling from the gesture and pointing accusingly at Stoic, "We made peace with Dragons! Our sworn enemies since Berk was founded and risen! And look at how well that turned out! It doesn't have to be that way! You know this! We can change our traditions towards Dragons, and we can change our traditions between other tribes!", He said, desperate to get out of this situation at all costs, "I will not marry her!"
"Hiccup! We here on Berk have managed to adjust best with the change! Those of Slash haven't had a dragon on their Isle since the Iminent Death's defeat! That's five years, son! And this marriage will ensure peace between our tribes so no one has to worry everytime they stray too far into enemy waters!", Stoic said, bellowing in his son's face as he gestured aggressively with his hands, "It's about time you started to acccept your responsibilities and make sacrifices for what's best for your people!"
"My people? MY PEOPLE!", Hiccup yelled as he turned from the door he'd been walking toward and slammed it shut with his left arm, facing his father with an equal, if not greater, fire burning in his jaded green eyes(See what I did there?), "My people barely acknowledged my attempts to live up to their expectations five years ago! Even my FATHER culdn't see that all I ever wanted was to be him, even if I was just a walking, talking Fishbone who couldn't weild his own knife! To grow out of his father's shadow and be him! But I'll never be my father! I'll never be you! I'll never be anything like you!", Hiccup yelled, and it would be an understatemnet to say the Villagers could here the two, "In fact, I'd rather die than be like you!", And with that, Hiccup reached up and tore off the right shoulder plate with the same Hairy Hooligan symbol as displayed on Stoic's cape clasps. The left shoulder had the Strike Class symbol in bright green coloring. It, the torn off right shoulder plate, made a metallic ringing and clank noise as it clattered to the ground at Stoic's feet. Hiccup was already at the door, holding the handle tightly in his left hand as he turned his head enough to keep Stoic in his periphreal. His voice was low and cold, rivaling his father in battle, "And don't you worry about me making sacrifces for the sake of the village and everyone in it. I've barely even started.", And with that, he walked out, closing the door behindhim. The faint metallic chirping of his prosthetic barely making it through the walls to Stoic's ears.
"Oh, Val. What have I done?", Stoic said after having picked up the shoulder plate which Hiccup had made himself, and deposited himslef in the large chair in front of the fire, "Hiccup... The boy needs you more than he does me, right now."

With Hiccup

He was fucking livid.
He was in a fucking rage!
A Scoldron's hottest blast would seem like ice compared to his anger.
Toothless could sense this, and after hearing Hiccup's loud roaring, he was timid to approach his friend, crooning fretfully behind Camicazi as she walked to stop Hiccup, her hands held up to his chest.
"Hiccup-"
"Not now, Camicazi. I'm not in the mood.", He said, easily walking around her, which didn't dull her persistance as she hurried after him, Toothless a few Gronkle body lentghs behind the two young adults.
For his safety. She was on her own.
"Hiccup! You're upset, you just need to talk it out with someone!", Camicazi said, jogging to keep up with his lengthy, angered strides.
When did he get to have such long striding legs?
"Camicazi, I just want to be alone right now.", He said as she stood in front of him.
He went to go around her to his left, but she stepped to her right and blocked him again.
He tried going to his right, but she jumped to her left, succeeding in cutting him off once again, pissing him off even more.
"'Cazi, let me leave."
"No Hiccup."
"Camicazi.", He said, sighing as his fists were turning white at the knuckles, the calloused skin ready to strike something.
"Hiccup.", She growled, holding her arms out to the side as a crowd of villagers were starting to gather near the path up to his and Stoic's house. This didn't seem like a normal disagreement between the two close friends. As well as brief lovers...
"Move.", This time he stepped up to her, her chin at midchest level with him. This made her have to look up at him, stubborn brown meeting fiery green. Holy crap, he was actually intimidating with the way his jaw muscles rippled at the curve of his jaw bone. And a bit more attractive...
"No.", She said, and knew things were about to get physical.
That was it for Hiccup. He wasn't in the mood for her persistance. He wasn't in the mood for communicating his feelings. He wasn't in the mood for marriage. Especially to a girl he didn't know or love when the one he did love was standing before him testing his patience.
With speed known only to exist for his mount, Hiccup reached up and grabbed Camicazi by the shoulders, the fabric of her cloak wrinkling between his metal like fingers. This earned gasps from Camicazi, the gathered vikings, and shieldmaidens as some were prepared to come to Camicazi's aid.
Camicazi herself was considering calling for help, and she knew Hiccup wouldn't hurt her... On purpose. But she was afraid Hiccup may have some of the Dragon head rendering strength of his father in those forge hardened hands. His grip was like well worked steel, but he wasn't crushing the life out of her.
Yet.
With a surprising show of strength, Hiccup lowered his grip to her upper arms, pressing her arms to her sides, Camicazi fighting to keep her arms elivated. She whimpered slightly in pain as he then kept his grip on her arms and used his strength to lift her up and turn, unhindered or troubled, to set her down where he was standing. He let her go and she dropped two inches to the ground with a small stumble as he turned and walked away, intent on distancing himslef from all sentient life for as long as he needed. Maybe longer.
He was so intent on getting away, he didn't pay any attention to the parted crowd of vikings and shieldmaidens as he walked through them, not giving a glance to Fishlegs, Heather, Snotlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, anybody his age, younger, older, or even infront of him. He didn't care for any of them right now.
Back on the slope he'd walked down, Camicazi watched sympathetically as her freind and crush left, his Dragon now standing infront of her as he crooned sadly for the awkward, goofy, often too loveable, nature of his human to resurface.
"Let's go follow him Toothless.", She said as she climbed up into the saddle, "Just to make sure he's okay."
Toothless gave a sorrowful croon and rose from his sad seated position, trotting around the vikings quickly in order to keep his human in sight.
Camicazi held on as she watched Hiccup disappear into the forest. And deep down inside, she could feel him disappearing from her future as her husband. He was now her cousin to be...

Later, at night in Slash

Astrid sat on the edge of the cliff, her hands clasping the wooden shaft of the FBA in her hands as she held it upright, slouching against it as she peered out into the dark meadow of the area a few minutes from her window seal. From her window you could see this place, but if you were at the spot she was at, you wouldn't be able to see the village, just her house.
She came here when ever she wanted to train without being gawked at by the show offs that always tried to woo her with their lesser skills. Sometimes she just came to watch the moon as it moved across the sky, studying it's circular, pale features the whole time.
Her studying was interrupted by the light treading of soft, damp grass twenty paces behind her. She knew this place, of course she'd know the approximate measures her favorite place. And she recognized the steps, they had a slight limp.
It originated from the hip, due to an attack not from battle that had caused the joint to be sprained. It never fully healed but it got better progressively. Several child births hadn't hindered it's healing whatsoever.
"Hello mother.", She said, not wanting to take her eyes off the moon just yet.
Vendetta continued over, settling herself down next to her daughter, her youngest and most recent child nestled in her arms, wrapped in a pale grey blanket. The child was suckling hungrily at their mothers bossom.
"Hello Astrid.", Vendetta said as she turned and looked at her daughter from the side, trying to gauge her emotions. Blank. Just like her father.
"Why am I just finding out about this now?", Astrid spoke softly, the edge normally held by her voice gone as she lowered her eyes from the moon to gaze blindly into the dark grasses of the meadow before her, "Did I mess up on something? Was I not ready?"
"Yes.", Wow, that hurt a lot more than she expected it to.
"But I tried so hard to be my best, mother. All I ever wanted was to make you and father proud-"
"And you did, Astrid. But...", Vendetta faltered with her words, readjusting her child in her arms slightly, "You were too proud of yourself Astrid. You would not have handled the news anywhere near as to how you did today. You nearly starved yourself when you couldn't master your use of the Cutthroat."
Okay, in her defense, she had tried to teach her body to hone it's use by rewarding herself full meals when she could go through all her movements, attacks, defenses and such properly.
In short, within a month she'd eaten three whole meals. And those weren't even in the same weeks. She'd, temporarily, lost her breasts and a bit of curvature from that stint.
One word: Stupid.
"I guess was a bit overthe top.", She said with a small smile at her mother, then to her infant sibling as they gave a gurgling burp, now content to hybernate once again.
"Astrid, the top was the ground we walk on. You were on a mountain peak.", Her mother said with a chuckle, elbowing her side softly as she wiped a bit of drool from her babes chin.
"Okay, so I was way over the top.", She finally smiled genuinely, giggling as her mother kept going at her side. That was why she kept her leather breast wrappings on so much, so people wouldn't see her facade crack with a soft giggle.
"No objection here.", Her mother said, then reached over and placed her left arm over Astrid's shoulder, "Don't worry, Astrid. I'm sure this Hiccup Haddock will love you. You may grow to love him too.", That received an unconscious snort from the girl.
"Yeah, mom, that's so very much likely to happen. I'm going to fall in love with the dashing Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III! Son of the Great Stoic The Vast! The Great conquer of Dragons! An heir unlike any ever seen before!", She said in a low, exagerated whipser, gesturing excitedly with her hands as she spoke. She was reciting all the Yakk crap she'd heard from multiple other tribes and the occassional merchant/trader that stopped by. Especially Trader Johann, he seemed to have interacted with her husbanb to be more than most others.
Personally, Astrid hadnever met the guy. Tensions were still at their highest concerning Berk and Slash inhabitants. From what she knew, they hadn't even been on the same Island following the truce between the chiefs.
"Who knows, I was arranged to marry yer father and I didn't want to. But I did it out of duty, and now I love yer father as he is, was and will be."
"But you two grew up on the same island, in the same tribe, you loved him before you were arranged to marry him-"
"Only because I didn't want to marry him at the time.", Vendetta soothed, rubbing circles on her back, "But give it time, and you may learn to love him."
"But I don't want to love him.", Astrid retorted, lightly banging her head against the long handle of...Her axe..., "I want to kill him and be done with his existence."
"You haven't even met him."
"He's from Berk, I'd rather keep it that way."
"You know you sound like right now?"
"Who? You?"
"No.", Vendetta said as she go up and turned to leave, "You sound like yer father when he found out from me that we were to be wedded."
She didn't need to turn around to see her daughters face, she knew she was shocked by that news. But Astrid was young and still learning. And love was something that couldn't be learned.
It had to be felt and realized. Discovered.
Astrid was silent as her mother walked away, contemplating her words as she turned back to stare up at the moon, seeing it had risen higher into the sky as more stars were revealed.
She had to get it together. Her dad had told her that she would have to meet with her husband to be tomorrow. That meant she had to get up bright and early. Even if she didn't want to.
"So much for Astrid the Deadly Beauty of Slash.", She muttered sarcastically to no one but her self, standing whilst pulling herself up with the handle of the axe, "Here comes Astrid, the tamed wife of Hiccup The Horrendously Horrid Haddock."
With those words she trudged her way back to her home, leaving the sanity of her spot behind as she settled in for a fitful night of sleep.

Berk, Toothless's Cove

Hiccup sighed as he dropped his sword, a good one third of the blades sinking into the soft, moist dirt next to him as he staggered and fell onto his back ungracefully, tired with sore shoulders. The feeling of moisture sinking through his exposed shoulder making him cringe as he remembered that he'd have to reconnect the neglected shoulder plating when he went back.
He'd have to face his father again. He was too tired now to get angry again, and he didn't even care now. He'd come to terms with having to marry against his will halfway through hacking the poor tree he'd been attacking in half. It now laid in chunks, the trunk having given out when he cut more than half way through it. He'd just kept at his assault, dicing as much as he could in anger and frustration.
Now he was sweaty, sated, and down to Earth once again. He could now ponder things clearly and not make haphazardous decisions.
Speaking of which...
"You can come out now, Camicazi. You too, Toothless.", He called out, his breath slightly drawn out from his exhaustion as he leaned against a low boulder.
From his spot, he could see them move at the ridge over looking his spot in his peripheral vision. Camicazi's face was slightly flushed as she trudged over, eyes cast down and not looking at his face.
"How'd you know we were here?", She asked, cheeks growing redder slightly.
"The smell of sea salt doesn't carry this far inland, especially not around fresh water areas.", He said as he gestured to the bit of sea salt dried along the whole of her cloak, "And Toothless snores when he dreams about running.", Said dragon groggily yawned before plopping his gaunt head into Hiccup's lap, now assured that he was in no danger from his friend. He started to purr when a hand briefly rubbed his nose and then began to scratch his jaw line.
"'Guess I don't take after the land based side of the family.", Camicazi said as she sat her self next to him and crossed her extended legs, wrapping her cloak around her upper body to ward off the slight chill of the night.
Without warning Hiccup's right arm shot behind her head and grabbed her right shoulder firmly, pulling her to his side, careful of the metal shell surrounding his upper body.
Camicazi's eyes widened noticeably as she looked up at him, "Hiccup! What are you-Mmph!", She was silenced by his lips coming down to capture hers, his left hand warm and slightly damp as it cupped her cheek gently, thumb drawing little circles on her now dark red cheek.
With a sigh, she relaxed, feeling her arms wrap around his lower body, the leather and metal flight armor making it harder to really feel him against her, but she was content to feel his lips against hers. It was what kept her form hating his father anymore than she did now for over six years.
They held each other for quite some time, at some point having rolled away from Toothless, Hiccup supporting his upper body's weight on his elbows and forearms as his lips and tongue fought to dominate hers.
Her arms had moved to wrap around his semi-armored shoulders and neck, her hands clutching the hair on either side of his head and pulling him closer by the fistfuls she held on to. A moan was shared as she pushed her hips up, feeling a heat rivaling her own from his. He returned the action, his hips coming down in a deeper, more curved arch meant for something other than grinding.
Things were getting close to dangerous right now. They could feel this, but they wanted to let the danger overtake them so badly. Just throw caution to the wind and let be what should have been for years.
But they couldn't.
With a slight audible suction between their lips, he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. His dark, dampened brown hair mingled with her pale blonde hair, their breathes synchronized and shared as they stared into eachothers' eyes, mending the damage that had been inflicted earlier because of his anger at his title and her persistance to get him to not be angry.
He spoke first, "I'm gonna miss that.", He emphasized this with another kiss, this one far briefer and more restrained, "And that.".
"And I'll miss this.", She said, suddenly thrusting her hips up and wrapping her legs around his waist. Even with the flight armor on, she could get a good hold on him in this position. Pushing her arms down at the elbows and twisting her body, she pulled him higher over her and rolled them over, now pressing into his chest with her hands as she grinned down at his widened eyes and flushed cheeks.
"Da...Uh...", He said oh so inteligently, trying to ignore the position they were in as she sat back on him, "Should have seen that coming.".
"You should've." She agreed as she began to rock her hips against his, moaning softly as the bulge not caused by leather or metal, or a real bone, pressed up against her sacred area, "Uh, that's better."
"We shouldn't be doing this...Camicazi...", He said, trying to get her stop as she picked up her pace, leaning back on her hands as she worked more on going down on him.(No pun intended. I swear.) His protest however, ceased as she had settled her warmth on him, making him gasp out her name almost inaudibly in pleasure. His hands went from trying to lift her hips off his to applying pressure to them, helping her move against him better as his fingers kneaded her legs through her leggings.
"No one will know, Hiccup. It's not like we're doing It.", She reasoned, leaning down to embrace him as her breasts' tips were starting to poke agaisnt her chest wrappings, hot air flowing from the both of them and heating them up under her cloak.
Sweat began to form on their skin as soft blushes crossed their faces, wreckless moans echoing off the walls of the cove as Camicazi sped up more. Hiccup's hips coming off the ground as he thrusted against her grinds, feeling himself hardening more as his breathes grew quick.
Hiccup soon became (Started/Continued: 2/10/14)more confident, right hand slipping under her shirt and smoothly finding her bound breasts. While they certainly weren't rivalling her mother's chest, she had a enough for him to softly pull and knead. His fingers dislodged the cotton wraps enough to play with the beaded flesh, feeling her chest heaving against his damp palm. He began to thrust up against her covered, warm flesh with more force, making his armor clank faintly and her chest to bounce against his hand, her breaths hitching each time he'd thrust.

"Hiccup!", She moaned jerkily, her left hand clutching his through the shirt, begging him to continue. He did.
He pulled his left hand from her hip, hooking two fingers into the fabric at the top of her leggings. His eyes locked with hers briefly as he gave the fabric a slight tug to let her know what he intended to do.
She bit her lit, moaning as she nodded, her blonde hair starting to show the result of their actions as it bounced like her breasts. He slipped his hand beneath the fabric, the coolness of the metal of his sleeves making her shudder as it challenged the heat in her belly.
His fingers were quick and precise as he passed the thin cotton barrier, tickling the thatch of curls he'd once glimpsed before he felt himself pass a small nub that made her shudder, tense up and nearly collapse all in the same second. His fingers were now lost in a rippling, wet warmth that massaged his digits, making his mouth water and his loins throb.
Warm finger tips grazing his pelvic region alerted him to Camicazi's actions as she mover closer, leaning her chest forward so he was level with her covered mounds and his right/her left hand. Her right hand slipped into his pants as his had hers and she gripped him, feeling how much he wanted to replace his fingers with his...spear. The mess of curlier hairs she felt made her body heat up more as she gave him a soft squeeze and stroke.
"That feels so good.", He said, curling his fingers into her further, knowing she liked a certain spot touched in these moments.
"Likewise.", She groaned, pressing down on his fingers till they slipped further into her, stroking him as simultaneously as she could with the sensations running through her.
After a minute of trying to set their rhythm, they just lost themselves in it, kissing deeply as they went further still but never crossed that final line. All as the moon reached higher and higher in the sky, mimicking their pleasure. Before too long a cry sounded, followed closely by a shuddering breath.
After several more minutes they left the cove on foot, Toothless refusing to let them fly back as he hated having THAT scent sticking to the saddle.
The two didn't mind this as they held each others hand, content and at peace once again. Well, for the time being at least.
As they trudged along, Toothless lost up ahead, Hiccup turned to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek, "I'm really going to miss nights like these, Camicazi."
"Me too.", She said with a return kiss. They remained quiet for the rest of their walk, letting go of the others hand when the village came into view.
"Maybe Lof'n will smile on us.", Camcazi said when he lead her to the docks where her tribes' boats and dragons were.
"Yeah, and maybe the gods will stop hating me.", He said sarcastically, and Camicazi could tell he wanted to go for another kiss, but they were in the village now, and a patrolling guard could catch them. It was too risky.
They kissed anyway, loving how their hearts thundered and their blood ran hot from the thrill of it all. The two would never get used to their personal brand of thrilling crazy.
"Good night, Camicazi. I'll see you...tomorrow, I guess.", He said, knowing she would have to be present when he met her cousin.
"Yeah, I can't wait.", She said with an awkwardness that Hiccup usually displayed.
They stood their for another few seconds, before he stole another kiss from her. Longer than the one prior, but just as passionate as the many they had shared back in the cove. His hands help her face as his lips moved slowly against hers, parting them without any effort.
Her hands came up to the plating surrounding his chest, trying to find a decent grip, but the polished black metal gave little to none. Oh well.
They pulled apart, a thin trail of saliva connecting them at the lips, Camicazi kissing it away.
"I love you.", It was said mutually between the two of them, but both whispered it, afraid of what would happen if they spoke their relationship any louder.
"Good night, 'Cazi.", He said, backing away from her slowly, hands hanging at his sides, a sad smile tugging at his lips.
"G'Night, Hiccup.", She smiled back, before making a short jump back to her boat, balancing easily on the railing.
With that, the two parted to retire for the night.

With Camicazi

"I saw that.", No sooner had she entered the cabin she shared with her mother and several others did she hear the overpowering voice.
"W-what?", She asked, stuttering as memories of her and Hiccup embracing each other minutes ago attacked with a hot blush and trembling of her heart.
"I said I saw the Haddock boy trying to seduce you, Camicazi. Odin above, what did you think I meant?", The voice continued as her mother walked from behind the door to stand in front of her daughter, breasts just above Cami's head. Odin forbid if the bolts of her breast plate gave away at this moment. Camicazi wouldn't survive the impact-
"It's not what you think, mom! I swear it was-", Camicazi said in a panicked manner. In her head, she'd heard her mother say something along the lines of "I saw you polishing his spear while he tarnished your shield.", and she'd been seconds away from exposing their act when she realized what her mother actually said, at the same moment her mother held up a hand to silence her.
"Calm down, Camicazi. It's not your fault your my daughter and every young man is trippin' on his equipment to have at ye. Just be sure to let'em know you're in control of what you do, understood?", That received a weary, slightly terrified nod form her child. Every young boy was after her? Oh god, that meant Snotlout... and Tuffnut...
"Ew."
"Eh? Speak up, Camicazi.", That was followed by a momentary blank look on her mother's face, "Wow, I never though I'd use those three words in the same sentence."
"Uh... I said... He wasn't trying to seduce me, mom.", It may not have been the best subject to deffer to, but it was better than talking about all the boys that weren't Hiccup being interested in her.
"Well of course he is! He's obviously heard about yer cousin and she's just too much woman for'em!", Bertha said as she puffed out her chest, not noticing how the tide seemed to rise with them, or the way the light bent along the curvature-
"So he figures that he can seduce a less warrior...ry woman of the family to sate his urges. But he's barking up the wrong tree if he thinks he can limp his way into the Hofferson women's chastity belts."
"Mom, two things. First, ew! Stop talking about that! We've already had that talk! Dozen's of times for ridiculous reasons.", She had to consciously repress the memory of her mom giving her THE TALK after seeing Camicazi pull a knife with a broad flat handle from inside her pants. It had slipped from the waist band earlier when she was walking about! That was it! THERE WAS NO OTHER REASON FOR IT BEING THERE! "Second, Hiccup's not like that. He doesn't want to marry or have ssssssssssseeeeeeeeee- kids with anyone.", She said, lying through her slightly gap front teeth. She knew Hiccup liked to have sex. Or at least prior to sex activities for the time being. With her.
"And you know this how, Camicazi?", Bertha said, a suspicious eye cast down on her daughter.
"Mom, if he wanted to have a baby with me, would I look this good?", She said, hands on her hips as she opened her cloak with her arms so it resembled a cape. A cape coated in sea salt.
Bertha let out a hearty laugh, much to Camicazi's relief. Her mother didn't catch her in this lie, fortunately.
"Yer right, Camicazi! The poor boy is as hopeless as he is lame!"
"SHUT UP!"
"TRYIN' T'SLEEP!"
"GET OUT OR BE QUIET!"
"ALRIGHT!", Her mother said, gaining groans from the other females sleeping in their beds, mostly undisturbed.
"I'll just be... uh...", Camicazi said, awkwardly pointing to her hammock in a corner, "...Yeah, good night, mom.", She said, quickly flopping herself into the hanging fabric and feeling it twirl around her with the force. Luckily she was too experienced to fall out of it. While awake at least.

The next morning

"Hiccup? It's time to get up son.", Stoic said lowly as he opened the door to his son's room and peered in carefully, at not seeing his son in his bed he opened the door more to see Hiccup sitting at his desk with his head nestled in his arms and his upper body bare of his flight chest piece. He honestly shouldn't have been surprised to find the boy...er, young man sleeping at his desk instead of his bed. He was, however, very surprised to see the shoulder piece Hiccup had torn off was now attached to the chest piece once again. It surprised him because he had went to sleep with the piece by his bedside in his room, and he was not a heavy sleeper.
'I swear, Hiccup is acting more and more like Camicazi and the Bog Burglars than he is a future chief...'
"Hiccup...", He called again, not getting much of a response aside from Hiccup groaning and turning his head the other way as it stayed nestled in his arms.
With a sigh, Stoic took a deep breath before walking into the room, placing himself behind hiccup as he reached out and gave his unarmored upper body a slightly shake. When he got another groan from his son, he went with a tactic he knew would work, though it was a slight blow to his ego as a father. When he opened his mouth to speak, he imitated Gobber's voice as best he could, "Oi, Hiccup! Ye done with those swords I gave to ye or nae?"
The response was instantaneous.
"I already fixed those Gobber, they're next to old hammer on the anvi-", Hiccup stopped as he sat up to point at the anvil in question only to stop as he found himself waking up in his room instead of the forge, "Huh? Gobber?", Turning he found his dad there with a somewhat surprised, somewhat concerned look on his face, "...Oh...".
"Uh, time to get up son." Stoic said as he stood there wondering how was it that his son came to respond to Gobber better than he did to his own father.
"Oh, uh, okay. Thanks...dad...", Hiccup said as he got up and went about getting changed, Stoic thankfully leaving the room after Hiccup vacated his chair. Today was going to be many things; Hectic, stressful, awkward, enraging, and above all...
Unwanted.
-End Chapter 1-
A/N: I think I'm one of the few people who include Camicazi in their AU's and don't make her an irritating venomous bitch. Seriously people, what the heck?
Aside from that, it looks like we may get a (sorta) love triangle going on; Hiccup and Camicazi are in a forbidden love, Hiccup and Camicazi's cousin Astrid are getting engaged for the sake of their tribes, and Astrid and Hiccup don't seem to like each other very much. Believe it or not I had this same idea a bit farther back and it had Hiccup and Merida being in love with Hiccup having to later marry Astrid, and Astrid would know about the love between hiccup and Merida but the two would break it off the night before the engagement and at some point in the future Hiccup and Astrid would have a child of their own with Merida being Married off to-*Puts on protective armor* Hiccup's cousin Snotlout. They too would have kids but Snotlout would focus primarily on bonding with his oldest and only son, while Hiccup bonded with Merida and Snot's daughters, not neglecting his own children, but Astrid never brings it up that she knew about the two's love. Not even when she, Merida, passes away giving birth to her fourth child and second son, who looks exactly like Hiccup. The child is like a mini Hiccup in every sense of the word and many a rumor and question the relationship between the two, but Hiccup and Merida were on separate parts of the word the entire time of the child's conception and birth. Roughly two years. At some point, Hiccup saves Astrid, proving he does love her but not to the same extent as he did Merida... Did I mention that Hiccup and Astrid have six kids(3 Boys, 3 Girls) while Merida and Targetpractice have four(2 Boys, 2 Girls). Also Merida never grows to love Snotlout but loves her kids equally. Plus Hiccup punches Snot in the face for not bonding with his other three kids and Snotlout accuses Hiccup of an affair with Merida that caused her death and the Birth of Haphazard(Merida's fourth babe). Yeah, crazy...
Man this has to be one of the longest Author's notes that mention another story that didn't get started or typed.
Either way, review and tell me what you think. And yes, I have too much free time. But I never have enough free time or internet access with Fanfiction. Sense is not made around me.
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Also: I think, during the course of time that I didn't have immediate internet access on my laptop that I wrote at least five first chapters that are the longest in the whole story. Free time.
Finished: 3-27-14, 11:46 AM.

I graduated high school at on May 30th, so i should have some time left. Did I mention the great majority of this chapter were written on two sticky note files in my laptop?