Hiccup sat with Astrid, watching the skies as two unfamiliar figures flew in loops over the Island, as if they were on patrol. One was slender, limber, riding a snow wraith, and the other was bulky, wearing strange armor, and riding, standing up, on the back of a large, four-winged dragon of a sort that Hiccup didn't recognize. The duo had been spotted on their "patrol" over the Edge for the past few days. Tonight, Hiccup planned to study and draw them. Tomorrow, he and the other riders planned to confront them. None of them had been aware that there were other dragon riders out there, and Hiccup was determined to meet them. He just hoped they were friendly.

They watched in silence for a while, Astrid leaning against Hiccup and watching him while he sketched in his notebook. Hiccup managed to get some good sketches and notes in before it got late, and the two were getting tired as the sky darkened and the riders went back to wherever they had come from.

"We should get back." Yawned Astrid, gently waking Stormfly up.

"Agreed." Said Hiccup, putting his notebook in his satchel and getting to his feet. "Hopefully they'll come by tomorrow. Maybe they'll even let us talk to them if we're lucky." He yawned as well as he leaned over to scratch Toothless's scales. "Come on, bud."

Toothless got up and followed Hiccup to his room, where he took off his thin leather armor and peg leg, and got into bed, looking at his sketches again.

"And I thought us Berkians were alone in this, well with the exception of Heather of course. Do you think they're friendly, Toothless? Maybe they could teach us more about dragons, or we could even teach them. Maybe they could even give us some armor making tips." He looked at the intricate design of the bulkier rider's armor. "I can't believe they ride their dragon standing up." Hiccup sighed. "I could stay up all night thinking about this, but it's time for bed. Isn't that right, bud?"

Toothless curled up near Hiccup's bed, warbling in agreement. Hiccup blew out the candle and closed his eyes. It wasn't long before he heard the door open and close, and someone slipped under the covers next to him. Warm arms made their way under his tunic and around his waist.

He smirked. "Hey Astrid."

"Hey." She nibbled his ear. "Wanna have some fun tonight?"

He gasped at the touch, his cheeks flushing red. "Yeah, that sounds really nice." He breathed, turning over so he could kiss her sloppily, lazily as her hands loosened the drawstring on his pants and slipped them off.

She took off his tunic after that, and let him help her out of her own clothes, tossing it all to the floor. Astrid undid her braid, combing her hair out with her fingers, before lying next to him, and pulling the covers over them, skin against skin, taking in his warmth, as her hands found her way down his torso and to the tip of his penis. Hiccup tried to muffle the noise that came out of his mouth by burying his face in her chest, wrapping his arms around her waist as he let her take over. She began rubbing and massaging with her fingers, kissing his freckled chest and neck and running her free hand up and down his back.

Hiccup chuckled a little, already a hot mess. "So what was all that about us being just friends?"

"Oh shut up." She rubbed a little faster, causing a moan of pleasure to escape from Hiccup's lips. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

She kissed him and finished him off quickly, holding him close as he tried to muffle his moans and cries, before he relaxed in her arms, exhausted. They curled up, holding one another close, taking in each other's warmth under the covers. Astrid combed her fingers through Hiccup's hair, as Hiccup rubbed her back and kissed her neck and chest. Stormfly curled up next to Toothless, and it wasn't long before they all fell asleep.

Astrid woke in the morning to sunlight leaking in from the window, and muttering from the other side of the door. She groaned and got up, putting on one of Hiccup's baggier tunics and picking up her axe which she had left on the floor. No doubt it was the rest of the kids on this island coming to stick their noses into their business. It was impossible to get any privacy sometimes.

She thrusted open the door, axe in hand, hair a mess, dark circles under her eyes, and found herself faced with Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Snotlout, and Fishlegs who all looked at her in surprised terror. "I'll give you all to the count of ten." She growled.

"Wait, Astrid, I can explain." Started Snotlout.

Astrid raised her axe. "One."

They all froze up.

"Two."

"Sorry, Astrid." Said Fishlegs. "We'll be on our way." He then ushered the twins and Snotlout away.

"Good." Said Astrid, and then she walked back into the room, closing the door behind her.

"What was that all about?" Groaned Hiccup sleepily.

"Oh, nothing." Said Astrid, putting her axe down and getting into bed next to Hiccup. Just then, a terrible terror with a message flew through the window and squawked as it landed on Hiccup's head.

Hiccup only groaned more. "What is it now?"

The terrible terror squawked in his ear.

He turned over and took the letter from the little dragon, opening it begrudgingly as the terrible terror sat on his bare chest and began to vibrate and purr, licking its eye. Astrid leaned over so she could see.

Hiccup cleared his throat, doing his best Stoick impression. "Dear Hiccup, I know you are very busy, son, but I would like you to return to Berk as soon as possible, I have some very important business to discuss with you face to face. Feel free to bring the others back with you as well. They might want to be here. Sincerely, your father, Stoick the Vast."

"Well that was pretty . . . vague." Said Astrid.

Hiccup sighed. "Yeah, but if my dad says it's important, it must be . . . I mean it might also just be an excuse to see me, but that's also pretty important. He gets lonely."

"What about our mystery dragon riders?" Asked Astrid.

"I guess they'll just have to wait. Hopefully they don't go anywhere. Maybe if we're lucky, my dad might just know something about them."

"I hope so." Said Astrid. "Right now, any information would help."

0o0o0o0o

"So what do you think Astrid was doing in Hiccup's room?" Asked Fishlegs as all the kids ate breakfast together. "I mean they're still not up."

The twins snickered.

"Tuffnut would you care to present your hypothesis on the situation?" Asked Ruffnut.

"Of course, dear sister." Said Tuffnut. "Methinks the two were engaged in activities of the scandalous nature."

Fishlegs blinked, perplexed.

"They were having sex, Fishlegs." Explained Snotlout.

"What?!" Exclaimed Fishlegs, appalled.

"I know, I know." Said Snotlout. "Shocking isn't it? I was sure that Hiccup would spend the rest of his life a virgin, but I guess Astrid has a thing for unimpressive packages."

"You're one to talk." Said Ruffnut. "We all know you have the smallest dick in the group, Snotlout."

"Yeah." Said Tuffnut. "I don't see anyone going after your unimpressive package."

"What are you guys talking about?" Asked Hiccup as he and Astrid walked in.

"Oh just about your scandalous night." Said Snotlout, shooting a glare at the twins.

"How do you even know about that?" Asked Hiccup. "Even better, why were you discussing it?"

"Hey, Astrid." Said Ruffnut, ignoring Hiccup altogether. "I think we're all wondering this by now, how big is Hiccup's dick?"

Astrid shrugged. "Oh y'know, probably the biggest and more impressive one here."

Hiccup gawked at her as the twins laughed at Snotlout.

"I claim no part in this." Said Fishlegs, holding his hands up.

"Now that that's out of the way." Said Astrid. "Hiccup, why don't you tell everyone the news?"

Hiccup sighed. "Oh, right. Listen up, everyone. We're going to have to postpone our dragon rider searching. I got a letter from my dad and he wants us back on Berk as soon as possible."

There was a series of collective groans.

"I know, I know, but he's the chief, so let's get going."

0o0o0o0o

The kids made it back to Berk in the evening, just in time to have supper in the mead hall. Hiccup was barely able to finish his food before he was pulled aside by his father, who looked as stern and imposing as ever. Hiccup could only wonder what was going on as he followed his father back to their house, through the large wooden doors which his Stoick closed menacingly behind them. He sat down next to Stoick at the table, a nervous pit in his stomach.

"Son," Started Stoick. "We need to talk about something very important."

"And what is that, dad?" Asked Hiccup nervously.

"Hiccup, I think it's about time you found yourself a wife."

Hiccup stared at him. ". . . Wait. What?"