Day 30 - Stolen Moments

"Shh!" Astrid hissed, interrupting her boyfriend's reenactment of his most recent argument with his father. Placing a hand on his shoulder, she sat up on her elbow and looked away thoughtfully. "Do you hear that?" She tilted her head a bit, like an animal listening in the woods.

Hiccup was instantly on guard, one hand inching for Inferno, the other instinctively reaching in front of Astrid. He squinted into the thick of pine trees behind them, slowly rising to a kneeling position. It wouldn't be the first time they'd stumbled into a wild dragon's hiding place, or unfriendly territory. When they settled on an unfamiliar island to spend the afternoon, it was a risk they always took. "What is it?"

The blonde rolled her eyes and pulled her boyfriend down by the shirt. "Nothing," she told him with a conspiratorial grin. "I hear nothing." Her eyebrows rose, trying to wordlessly communicate with him.

When Hiccup's expression of alarm and confusion didn't fade, she tugged on one of his tiny braids and jerked her chin toward the opposite direction, the grassy cliffside. There, Hiccup saw their dragons curled into sleeping positions, Stormfly's head resting on Toothless's back. The only noises coming from the two were Toothless's purring and Stormfly's whistly snoring.

"They're asleep," he whispered in awe. Usually they were the one who fell asleep in the sunshine, while the dragons romped and roamed around. Blinking back at her, he finally began to comprehend the mischievous gleam in her eyes.

"We're alone," she replied quietly, nibbling at her slowly growing smile. "For once."

That was the only encouragement he needed. Without another word, his lips were on hers, tasting her the way he never had the opportunity to. As chief-in-training, head of the dragon-training academy, inventor extraordinaire and village hero, the only moments of peace he had to himself were usually stolen by flying far away from Berk. Even if he brought Astrid with him, Toothless was decidedly not a fan of their particular brand of alone time. Half the time he was with her, he thought he might go crazy from want.

Snaking a hand around her waist, he pulled her against him and sighed at the simple perfection of her body on his. The spikes of her shoulder pads dug into his flight suit, his fingers knotting in the fabric of her shirt. He might have been Berk's little celebrity, but he was still just a young man, flesh and blood, fiercely craving the woman he loved.

"Touch me," she whispered against his mouth, and he nearly lost all sense of sanity right there. Shifting so that she was below him, Hiccup's hands greedily explored her curves. She tangled her fingers in his hair, securing his face to hers. The world had grown frighteningly vast since they'd befriended the dragons, but for that brief, stolen moment, it shrank to a pinpoint that met exactly where their chests were pressed desperately together. He moved his mouth to her neck, nibbling at the thin skin of her pulse point, and she gasped a quiet moan.

There was a sudden, sharp pain at the back of his head. A pebble clattered beside them. When they looked up, Toothless had one eye open, glaring at them in annoyed disapproval. He gave them a disgruntled sniff.

Hiccup lifted a hand to probe the spot where the pebble had landed and narrowed his gaze over his shoulder at his reptilian best friend. "Want a Night Fury belt for your wedding gift?"

Astrid groaned exasperatedly and sprawled back against the sweet-smelling grass. "He's more effective than moon tea."