Guest - 100% agree that not everyone gets on their knees, but I personally really enjoy giving head, and so generally, so do my characters (sure, I'm a queer dude and Astrid's a lady but hey). As for 'spanking isn't pleasurable' and 'abusive sex', properly applied pain during sex is awesome, and whats been done to Astrid in this story is nothing compared to things I've had done to me and enjoyed, because I'm a huge masochist. (seriously, the world of kink is diverse and wonderful and everyone here is a consenting adult. if you aren't on board, don't read. It won't get any less kink-fun)

This chapter contains... oooh, guest appearances. Let's go with that.

As usual, only the smut is mine. I only wrote the first chapter myself, the rest has been a collaborative effort. And I get the easy bit.

-HTTYD-

"So, who is he?"

Astrid looked up at the amused expression on Atali's face as her coworker and nominal lab superior leaned over her desk as the other half dozen people in the lab were watching with varying degrees of covertness. By which she meant she could tell everyone was listening.

"Who is who?"

Astrid asked, trying for innocence. Atali rolled her eyes.

"Or she, although I know your preferences are towards men."

Next, Astrid tried for guileless.

"Don't know what you're talking about."

"Well, let's see… for the last, what, two and a half weeks? You've been much more cheerful…"

Atali trailed off.

"Checking your phone constantly,"

Jane commented from her desk nearby.

"Staring off into space with a smile,"

Fishlegs offered.

"Having lunch and dinner plans every day and all weekend,"

Atali said dryly.

"Oh, and walking funny on Mondays! Don't forget that."

Rapunzel offered with a wink. Astrid glared around at her coworkers, all of whom looked deeply amused.

"I hate all of you."

"Noted. So, who are they?"

Atali inquired, smirking. Astrid bit her lip and looked down at her phone—which did have a fresh text message from Hiccup letting her know where he was; he'd brought them lunch, as usual. Taking in a breath, Astrid answered them with a reluctant sigh. Damned nosy scientists.

"Hiccup Haddock."

Their reactions were varied, including triumph from Fishlegs and some dismayed grumbling from the others, who took out their wallets and purses and handed—or threw—ten pound notes at Fish. Astrid glared at them again, not sure whether to be angry or amused.

"You had a betting pool?"

Fishlegs shrugged as he tucked the money into his wallet.

"Yep. I'm just glad you two finally fell for each other. It's been fun to watch, but enough was enough all ready." He went to put his wallet away, paused, and took out two of the tenners. "Here. My treat."

With a scowl, she took the proffered bills, making her coworkers laugh.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have lunch with my boyfriend."

She said tartly, and rose from her seat to a couple of whispered innuendos. Mostly from Rapunzel. Rolling her eyes at the good-natured ribbing, she made her way through the campus over to where she and Hiccup usually had lunch these days—a high, semi-private spot in the student union building, overlooking the main academic quadrangle.

Hiccup was there already when she arrived, with an honest-to-Odin picnic basket, actually made of braided wicker and with a red-and-white checkered towel on the inside, from which he was pulling out food and putting it on the table. She eyed the sandwiches and soup with a grin, before rolling her eyes at her boyfriend looking like something out of a Disney movie. All it was missing was woodland scenery and twittering birds.

"So…"

"So?"

"My lab figured it—us—out. Fishlegs just pocketed about fifty quid from the betting pool."

Hiccup snickered.

"Oh did he now?"

"Yep. Apparently, I've been in a much better mood lately, and I 'walk funny on Mondays'."

Hiccup burst out laughing. Then he actually looked her over, as though checking how Astrid was moving.

"Oh dear. Should I be more gentle on Sundays, then?"

She scoffed and took her seat.

"If anything, I want to barely be able to walk after this weekend."

Hiccup looked skeptical, face saying "are you sure?" and she gave an emphatic nod.

"First, I can take it. Second, we have no reason to hold back—I have no field work scheduled for weeks, and I want you to really push me" with a fresh thought, she smirked "and third, I'm imagining their faces when I come into work next Monday actually walking funny."

Hiccup took a deep breath and shook his head slightly.

"Promise me that you'll use your safeword if it's too much? I only want to push where you want to be pushed. I'm not here to break your boundaries."

Astrid looked him in the eye and put her hand on the back of his.

"I promise. You offered to take me to the edge… and I trust you to stay there."

Hiccup took a deep breath.

"Gods, I am so lucky."

She grinned and nodded.

"And don't you forget it!"

Taking a bite of her sandwich, she gave a little moan—which made Hiccup look smug. But he had every right to; the teriyaki roast beef with all the trimmings—lettuce, tomato, onion, cheese, mushrooms and sauce—seemed to explode with flavor. Now if only he would make them in a different form other than sub sandwiches…

As she ate her soup—cream of mushroom—Hiccup's phone buzzed, and he glanced at it before typing out a reply, but otherwise made no comment. Instead, they chatted about their plans.

"So… I'm still coming by tonight, right?"

She grinned.

"I'd hope so. Even if you weren't my boyfriend, I need my gamer buddy!"

Even before they'd gotten together, they'd played video games and watched movies together as friends, along with food, outings…

She spooned up the last of her soup, and realised. Yeah, when she thought of it that way, Fishlegs' bet on them wasn't at all surprising.

"Well, I won't leave my lady love in the lurch and make her fight against monsters all on her own," Hiccup said cheerfully. "I'll just stop by my place first and grab what I need for Toothless, then this brawny Viking will come to the rescue, all right?"

She nodded, giggling as Hiccup feigned puffing up his slender chest. Hiccup's cat was also a friend, and since Hiccup had started staying over at her place during the weeknights, Toothless had come with. The black fuzzball had taken to her flat as his due, and she was considering getting another cat to keep him entertained while his owner kept her entertained. Regularly. And often.

And she would forever treasure the images she had on her phone, of Toothless sparkling like the night sky, after he'd gotten himself covered in the glitter from one of her bath bombs, from rolling around in the tub after she'd drained it. He'd been so pretty! (and so confused! And then so appalled when they'd washed the glitter out of his fur; they'd been given a very irritated green-eyed glowing glare when they'd gone to bed that night, and several huffs and grumbles so he knew they knew he was terribly disgruntled about it).

They kept chatting as they made their way back to their separate labs before finally parting on the path, one last kiss that was chaste enough to keep them from getting into trouble still being a promise for later.

Astrid knew that she was being sappy as she wandered back towards her work, and didn't care one bit. Her coworkers already knew, and they seemed happy enough for her. As she turned the last corner, though, she came face to face with Atali.

"Hey Astrid. Walk with me for a moment?"

Astrid cocked her head and then nodded.

"What for?"

She asked as she followed in her coworker's wake. Atali waited until they weren't in a space to be overheard, then turned to Astrid.

"Well, I texted Hiccup over lunch, to ask him if you were his girlfriend, his 'girlfriend', or something else."

Astrid blinked.

"Uh…"

Atali smiled lightly, edge of mischief sparkling.

"Suffice it to say that if you show up with, say, bruises on your wrists, or needing a better chair, I'll understand and won't ask questions."

"Wait… you… and he…?"

Astrid half-stammered out, eyes wide with surprise. She'd know that he'd been around the block, but not with her coworkers!

Atali shrugged.

"It was entirely for fun, don't worry. I'm not carrying a torch, or looking for another round. We played together a few times, that's all" she glanced upwards and tilted her head from side to side in thought "and I bet against it being him because, well, I didn't think you were a sub."

Glancing Atali up and down for a moment, Astrid said as dryly as she could manage.

"The feeling's mutual."

Atali winked.

"Switch. Well, it was fun, but that's all it was. I'm just glad for both of you; he said that you're his girlfriend in actuality, not just Dom and sub."

Astrid smiled and looked down, feeling her cheeks flush slightly.

"Thank you" Astrid cocked her head in thought for a moment, curious "so… when did you two last get together?"

A sharp exhale from Atali seemed to take the levity of the mood with it.

"After Cami broke up with him, I… helped him through it, I suppose, since I'd introduced the two of them."

"I… I see."

Astrid said with a grimace. She remembered that vividly. Hiccup had been a wreck for months… and now, she realized, that there had been this whole other side to him that she hadn't known about, and that he hadn't talked to her about. She looked Atali in the eye and said resolutely.

"Well, I don't plan on leaving him. I love him."

Atali smiled.

"I am very glad to hear that. But on happier news… like I said, if you need… accommodating because you've overestimated your limits, don't hesitate to ask. I won't pry. We've all had a mishap or an intense weekend."

Astrid grinned.

"I'll remember that. So, back to work?"

"Of course."

Atali said with a warm smile. As they turned to go back, she leaned over and whispered something in Astrid's ear. Astrid gave her a sidelong look, planning to ask if she was serious only to find Atali looking mischievous again.

"Yes. And he does like it. Give it a try."

"Oh, I will."

Grading the stack of exams at her desk kept Astrid occupied for most of the rest of the afternoon. Then her phone buzzed with an incoming message, so she unlocked it, finding a chat from Hiccup.

"Hey love. So for this weekend, I've got a 'menu' of options for you. Your pick."

With a raised eyebrow, she messaged him back rather quickly.

"What sort of menu?"

"This sort."

A trio of URLs popped up in the chat window. Astrid opened the first, and felt warmth pool in her belly at the sight of the animated GIF. The second GIF made her mouth go dry, and the third made her start getting wet.

Breathing a bit deeply, she did her best to stay composed, not wanting to draw the attention of her coworkers - especially Atali, who would probably know what was going on - Astrid then typed back

"I have to pick?"

"Well, you don't have to, but you can see that there's some setup involved for at least one, if not two of them… so if you want that option, I need to know."

"I can't decide. I want all three. Hel, I did ask for you to take me to the edge, remember?"

"All of them, hmm? Greedy bottom. All right then. This'll be interesting."

"Gods, I hope so. And Atali said that she'd accommodate me if I need it."

"Oh. She told you?"

"Yep. I understand why you didn't tell me—not your secret to tell, privacy and all—but I'm covered here and have literally no reason to hold back. ;)"

"…I am so damn lucky."

"As am I. Why didn't we do this years ago?"

"I'm being philosophical about it. It wasn't time yet, but we've got time now."

Astrid paused for a moment, thinking to herself. Yes… but if we'd gotten together before, we could be years into our relationship, instead of weeks… and I could have been with you instead of Cami, who hurt you. She sighed. Could have, would have… but didn't. But she had her chance now.

So instead she typed back.

"We do. And speaking of time, I'll see you in an hour or so. Love you."

She got a thumbs up and a little heart in response, and smiled before turning back to the papers she was grading. Yes, it had been less than a month. But they felt so natural together, as such an extension of their previous friendship, that it didn't feel like they were moving too fast.

It just felt… right.

A cry roused Astrid from a very erotic dream - one of many side effects of weekends with Hiccup - and she blinked and yawned, only to turn and find that Hiccup was crying and shaking in his sleep.

"Don't go… please… we can make it work…"

He mumbled, his face a rictus of pain in the dim light of her bedroom. Astrid's eyes went wide as she gained enough coherence to process - nightmare - and she reached out to shake him.

"Hiccup? Hiccup!"

"Please… don't…"

Taking a deep breath, Astrid yanked the blankets away, and pulled Hiccup up to a sitting position. He spasmed in her arms as her skin prickled in the cold air.

"Hiccup! Wake up!"

There was a sharp, gasping breath and his eyes popped open. He was panting, she could feel that his skin was clammy and his muscles were drawn tight as a bowstring beneath.

"You were having a nightmare,"

She spoke softly, hoping to soothe. He pulled back slightly and she let him go, holding one arm around him as he hugged his knees up to his chest, his eyes white circles in the dark room. Astrid let him wake up, come to, but when he didn't say anything for a minute or so, she reached out.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I'm okay…"

He mumbled, but his tone made it clear that was a lie.

Rather than call him on it, though, she nodded.

"All right. Well, I'm not letting you get back to sleep just yet. Lay down."

He turned to look at her.

"'Don't go back to sleep' 'Lay down.' Does not compute."

She stuck her tongue out at him.

"You're wound up tighter than a spring" she reached over to the box on the headboard and pulled out one of her multiple massage bars, one that smelled like cinnamon and always had Hiccup drawing deep breaths of her skin in usually "I'm going to try to relax you."

She said, holding it up. Yes, it was something like two in the morning, but he was shaking like a leaf, and she had a very good guess as to what had been the topic of the nightmare. Hiccup eyed the bar as she held it in her hands, and then gave a small nod.

"All right."

Gingerly, moving with hesitation that seemed very atypical for him, he laid himself out flat.

Flicking on a small lamp, Astrid straddled his lower back and started to massage, blessing the class she'd taken a few years back on how to do it properly. Because his back was a giant mass of knotted muscles and tense skin. Starting at the base of his spine, she worked her way up, kneading and rubbing as she went. She'd done two passes of his back, some tension finally leeched out of him before she spoke again.

"Want to talk about it?"

She asked softly. Hiccup shook his head.

"What's to talk about? It was a nightmare."

She started to work on his right arm.

"You were begging someone not to leave."

He swallowed audibly, a flicker of tightness returning to previously softened back muscles.

"Was it Cami?"

She asked gently as she worked over his bicep. Astrid ensured no jealousy or insecurity tainted her tone; he needed her calm, gentle now. Besides which, there wasn't much real jealousy; Hiccup told her he loved her with ease, looked at Astrid like she was the one who hung the sun in the sky when they laid together in bed of a morning, all lazy cuddles and quiet whispers. No, this wasn't about jealousy. Just fear. Hiccup's fears.

"…yeah," he moaned. "Gods. I haven't… I haven't had that dream in almost a year."

Six months after they'd broken up, Astrid thought.

"You know… I never did get the full story there."

She pointed out while she worked on his wrist, rubbing circles into the back of his hand.

"I don't want to talk about it," Hiccup replied, his voice weak and begging almost "Please."

Astrid nodded. Now wasn't the time, for sure.

"Okay."

Hiccup tensed, as though expecting more of a fight, but after a minute seemed to realise Astrid was letting him off on having to talk about it. Astrid moved to his other side, working the melted oils along his arm, his hand, even the back of his neck as best she could through all that hair he had.

"I'm grabbing a towel so you can roll over, those oils are a bitch to get out of sheets."

Since Astrid was routinely bruised and smarting after a long play session, not to mention covered in lube or with Hiccup's come dripping down her chest, they kept soft towels next to each of their beds, ready to mop up or keep sheets relatively oil-free. Hiccup didn't argue, simply rolled onto the towel Astrid laid down for him and looked up at her with such desperate, terrified eyes her heart almost broke for him.

"Hey, I'm right here, ok?"

She straddled his hips, an unusual position in itself for them - unless they were playfighting or cuddling, Astrid was generally not on top. But this wasn't about who was in charge; there was no dominance in her actions, though there was a submission in his, allowing Astrid to take care of him in this vulnerable moment. Hands still slick with melted oils, Astrid put the massage bar in its container, then used her hands to continue kneading tension out of his chest, working right the way down to his lean stomach and tapered hips. She was about to move on to his legs when Hiccup reached for her, stilled her from sliding down his body.

"Can we... like this?"

Astrid doubted they'd ever had sex in the position they were in now - it wasn't exactly easy to do so while tied up, and Astrid very much liked being tied up, greedily encouraging restraints constantly. But Hiccup asked so sweetly, and it wasn't as though Astrid disliked the position - it had been a firm favourite before she heavily engaged in Dom/sub play, the best way to ensure she got hers regardless of selfish lovers.

"Of course babe. My hands are all oily though."

Hiccup frowned for a minute, then realised what she was getting at and reached for his bedside drawer, extricating a condom while Astrid pulled down his shorts, lowering her mouth to work him from his growing semi to an enthusiastic full-mast. He made the most sinfully erotic noises, but Astrid was still wet and wanting from the earlier dream, backing up so Hiccup could sheath himself safely without the residue on her hands weakening latex.

"Don't you need warming up?"

"Me? Nope. Let's just say I was having a much nicer dream than you were."

Fingers slid under her pyjama shorts, finding Astrid ready and responsive as Hiccup stroked her clit and dipped inside her, undoubtedly discovering that she was ready as she'd said she was. Wriggling out of said shorts, Astrid straddled him again, letting Hiccup guide himself until she could sink down the length of his cock, humming as they came flush. In the low light, covered in oil, Hiccup's every muscle was thrown into shine and shadow, the smell of sex and cinnamon and cocoa butter filling the air as Astrid began to move.

A master in tormenting Astrid to madness and back, Hiccup could take it oh so slow when he wanted her squirming, pleading for a quicker pace, but even then that was tinged with the edge of fiery need. Now, with Astrid controlling the pace, the depth, he was the one whining softly, fingers gripping at her hips, tugging at Astrid's vest until she shed it to be naked to his eyes. Hiccup looked up at her, awestruck, lost and loving as he watched Astrid ride him steadily.

Gods, why had they never done this? Hiccup angled just right inside her, dragging over all the spots that made her thighs shake and her breath hitch, his hands squeezing at her hips, fingers stroking over her breasts, and the look in his eyes was so potently addictive Astrid wondered how anyone could contain so many feelings without bursting. Rising and falling, over and over, Astrid bit her lip as a particularly deep thrust almost ached, unused to being filled from this angle but stopping never even occurred to her and her body adjusted a few thrusts later.

Hiccup, while mostly passive and happy to let Astrid take the lead thus far, reached up and rolled them, mouth closing over hers desperately and Astrid could feel the dampness on his cheeks, knew he was brimming with feelings as he clutched her tighter. It was tough to get a hold of him, all slippery as he was, but Astrid managed to link her arms behind his back, holding Hiccup equally tight until they both gasped their way through a jarring climax, Hiccup panting, whimpering I love you's over and over until his shakes slowed to a stop.

Petting his hair and waiting for Hiccup to loosen his grip, Astrid murmured similar sentiments. Eventually Hiccup raised his head from where it had been buried in her neck, eyes a little red but a soft smile on his face as he leant to kiss Astrid sweetly.

"I'll be back in a minute."

Nodding, Astrid watched him climb out of bed, obviously heading for the bathroom while she took a minute to catch her breath. She heard the toilet flush, water running, then Hiccup was back to slide between the covers with her. Astrid waited for him to fall asleep before she slipped out herself, a quick bathroom trip and pyjama retrieval - from experience, her discarded clothes made for a great early morning trip hazard - before she burrowed back between warm sheets, Hiccup's face much more relaxed now.

Astrid reached out, brushed his cheek and stubbled jaw from a few inches away. I won't ever leave you, she thought. I love you and I promise to stay with you.

Overnight bag in hand, Astrid practically jumped from foot to foot in excitement as she waited for the elevator to come down. Friday had rolled around again, and, as had become their custom, they were at his flat again… and after the 'menu' she'd been given earlier in the week, she was incredibly excited.

As the elevator door dinged and opened, she found her thoughts going over them again. The first animated image Hiccup had sent her had featured a girl bound and suspended, being fucked hard—and, despite the hooks in his ceiling, they hadn't done that one yet.

She hit the button for his floor as the second GIF replayed in her mind. A girl, bound in leather straps and gagged, with a powerful vibrator—powerful enough that it visibly vibrated in the small image!—held directly to her clit by a rounded cushion that she was kneeling on. Hiccup wasn't keen on gagging her, but Astrid had been pleading her case and it seemed he was willing to put it on the table now.

But the third… Astrid walked up to his door and knocked as the third image seemed to be conjured before her, tingles low in her belly already.

Hiccup opened the door a moment later, and pulled her into an intense kiss as he closed the door with his foot, his hand wandering down her back to her ass, giving the soft curve a squeeze. Other voices came from inside the apartment, a man and a woman if Astrid was guessing, though she was a little distracted by Hiccup's tongue in her mouth and his hands on her ass, hauling her tight to him.

Breaking the kiss, Hiccup said in a husky murmur that seemed to be made of a pure heat that settled into her groin.

"Come in and I'll introduce you."

Trying not to break into excited giggles, she followed him in, the third image playing in her mind—of a woman sandwiched between two men, whilst also orally servicing a second woman. And while she'd always wanted a threesome—or moresome—she'd never found two guys that she felt she could trust when she was pressed between them… and who weren't whiny 'that's gay!' types about being in the same room as another erect penis. But Hiccup had promised to help fulfill that fantasy for her… and now…

Another couple were already seated on the couch as they entered. Hiccup motioned to them as Astrid tried very hard to not undress them with her eyes.

"Astrid, these are Eret and Heather; I've… played with them before. Eret, Heather, this is Astrid Hofferson, my girlfriend."

Eret took her hand and gave a polite kiss to the back.

"Our pleasure."

With a stifled moan, Astrid noticed that both of the other couple were wearing leather chokers.

Collars. Play collars, leather with a metal ring on, perfect for leashing a submissive...

Oh, they all knew what they were here for, and gods… she was looking forward to it. And she was wearing that dress that had started it all. And the way that both Eret and Heather were eyeing her said that they certainly appreciated the sight. The erection Hiccup had pressed to her while they were kissing said he certainly did too.

"Dinner will be about half an hour, and honestly that's far too long for you to be dressed" Astrid shivered, Hiccup's words like silk against her ear "and an awful long time to not be touching you."

"Then what's stopping you?"

"Nothing."

Hiccup punctuated his answer by sliding his hand under Astrid's arm, tugging the zipper there down and she knew if he let go, Astrid would be clad in nothing but shoes in front of the two visitors. Well, they weren't in much more themselves. Distracted by the collars earlier, Astrid then took in the bare, tattooed torso and slim-fit brown leather bottoms on Eret, the silver-grey dress that left nothing to the imagination on Heather.

Given what they were there for, they were going to see plenty of Astrid's naked body. Pushing Hiccup's hand away, Astrid let the dress pool to the ground, hearing pleased noises from their guests as she watched the spark in Hiccup's eyes grow.

"You weren't kidding about the straight to it attitude, huh?"

"Oh, Astrid is very proactive."

Hiccup conversed rather casually with Eret and Heather, all the while tying Astrid's wrists behind her back in thin leather straps. She got the feeling leather would feature quite heavily in her weekend, and was very very happy about it.

"Stay."

"Funny!"

Astrid was no more inclined to be well behaved just because they had guests. Hiccup flashed her a grin, before heading over to Eret and Heather too.

"Up you get."

When Hiccup first said he'd played with a couple, she expected more of a two-doms-share-one-sub deal, but that turned out to not be the case with those two. Eret was a switch - he Dominated Heather, who was a submissive (with an attitude, Astrid remembered Hiccup telling her), but when they played with others he was usually a submissive too. Hiccup wasn't really sexually into men, but, as he said, he could enjoy taking anyone to the edge with a riding crop and a vibrator, and a warm mouth was a warm mouth. So he wasn't against someone bringing their boyfriend along.

"I was promised food!"

"If you don't shut up the only thing you'll be eating is a gag."

Eret had three inches and probably thirty pounds on Hiccup, but he promptly shut up when threatened and let Hiccup tie him to his girlfriend, back to back with their wrists bound together. Hiccup prodded their extremities, nodding to himself.

"I don't wanna hear a sound that isn't a safeword or about numbness in your hands. Understood?"

He got two very quick and eager nods, smiling to himself as he finished with them before coming back across to Astrid. It was something of a relief, because Astrid was hot just watching him Dom somebody else. Fingers twisting in her hair, Hiccup pulled her head back, taking a bruising kiss from her lips before he went to the cabinet and pulled something out of it. Astrid felt fresh arousal pool between her thighs, knowing he was about to tick one of three off of her menu.

"Are you sure about this?"

Hiccup was holding the ball gag in one hand, a rather interesting cushion in the other. Astrid looked up into his eyes, letting him know she was serious.

"I trust you."

He smiled, kissed her again before putting down the cushion and circling behind her, fitting the gag in her mouth before buckling and tightening the strap.

"Nod if it's alright, shake your head if it's too tight."

Astrid nodded, letting him know it was fine. Honestly, he could probably have tightened it more and she wouldn't have minded, but she knew Hiccup was being cautious this first foray into silencing her. Reaching into pockets she'd not known he had filled, Hiccup was pressing two slick fingers into her ass what felt like seconds later, letting out a filthy chuckle when Astrid moaned into the gag.

"Should have known that wouldn't quiet you down."

One hand on her shoulder, Hiccup probed her for only a minute before replacing his fingers with a weighty, solid plug. Oh. Right. Astrid was getting double-teamed tonight. Even the plug was enough to have her mewling happily at being filled, but Hiccup wasn't done with her yet. Wiping his hands on some tissue, he got Astrid on her knees, nudging the cushion along until the edge of the vibrator was just brushing her clit and turned it on.

There was no merciful build up there - Astrid got the highest setting straight away, Hiccup's hands on her shoulders preventing any possibility of her squirming away from the cruelly wonderful sensations. He was still fully dressed, towering over Astrid as she sat naked and wanton, gagged and restrained and trapped against the powerful vibrations that somehow seemed to be reaching the plug in her ass too, leaving Astrid hyperstimulated under the gaze of the two others that were visiting. Hiccup had left them facing sideways, but both had their heads twisted to watch her.

The vibrations stopped, Astrid falling limp and realising Hiccup had a remote control in his hand that controlled the torture device between her legs, leaving her shuddering with no outlet as he'd turned it off before she'd come. Moaning weakly against the gag - for either mercy or for the toy to go back on, she didn't know - and Hiccup brushed her fringe from her face, smirking as she peered up at him.

"I'd ask what you wanted, but since you begged for that gag you couldn't tell me if you wanted to."

Oh, Hiccup was evil.

-HTTYD-

In case you didn't notice, this will carry on over to next chapter, else it would have gotten way too long!