Ok, you guys don't seem to understand Future Firsties. These stories will get written. I just like having a solid base to start with, and I'm a lot more likely to actually commit to something that isn't just a vague, floating idea.

But I'm not good at organising, so I can't promise when any will start. If you follow me at all, you'll know I'm already juggling a bunch of stories and several are already neglected. Future Firsties was made as a way for me to solidify an idea, so I could focus on something else. Patience appreciated.

This is... it's not straight up Hiccstrid, but it's also not not Hiccstrid.

-HTTYD-

"It's pretty simple really. If you make a mess, clean it up and I won't have to kill you in your sleep. Kitchen. Bathroom. If you're obsessive about showering at certain times, then now would be a good time to mention it. And that's your bedroom."

Hiccup blinked, brain honestly still a little short-circuited from earlier, when he'd knocked on to come see a room he planned to rent and the door had been answered by an incredibly attractive blonde in shorts and a form-fitting running tee. She'd mentioned he caught her just before she went on a run, and appeared keen to be done with the showing.

"Uh, I usually like to shower before I leave for class, if that's ok?"

"Sure. I work from home mostly, so as long as you don't wake me too early by banging around out here you can do what you like in the morning. Oh, and one more thing, it's only fair to add since the walls are paper thin in here."

"What is it?"

Astrid - the attractive blonde potential flatmate - eyed Hiccup, obviously watching for a response.

"I like sex. I have overnight guests alot. Is that going to be a problem for you?"

Ok, Hiccup had not been expecting this when someone told him a room was available near campus, knowing he was desperate to get away from the slovenly pothead working their way toward a total fail at university he currently lived with. Trying to ignore the images in his mind popping up, Hiccup quickly answered.

"Well, I guess not. I just need somewhere to eat, sleep, work and shower. On the same note of noise, I like study music. If it's not while you're sleeping, is that ok?"

Astrid nodded.

"Fine."

After a brief discussion of rent and utlities costs, Hiccup was agreeing to move in the next week - he'd put his notice in with his slightly shady landlord already.

"You better not turn out to be a serial killer or something. I sleep with an axe under my bed."

Was Astrid's parting comment as she shooed him out to go for her run, and honestly? Hiccup sorta believed her.

He picked up a key from her a few days later, working around university to pack up and move by the agreed upon date. His now former cohabitant barely seemed to notice Hiccup leaving, though he'd probably notice when the dirty plates started piling up in the kitchen. Hiccup did let him know, but it didn't seem to go in.

Astrid was a surprisingly pleasant flatmate, once the initial prickling had passed. She had little patience for being annoyed, and Hiccup saw her punch a guy out cold for not taking no for an answer, the first time he invited her along to a party with his friends - it had seemed polite, since they now lived together.

His friends had been so amused they said he was welcome to bring her back anytime.

"So" Astrid, having just risen at eleven in the morning, asked as she slumped over the side clutching coffee "what do you actually study? I haven't asked yet."

Hiccup, who had been awake a couple of hours and was presently making lunch to take with him, so he could go to his lecture and then on to the library to work, answered shortly.

"Aeronautical Engineering."

"Ok, I sorta know what one of those words means."

"Hang on" Hiccup dipped out of the kitchen area, grabbed a prospectus from a box in the living room and dropped it in front of Astrid "here."

"Aeronautical engineering degrees represent the branch of engineering that deals with the research, design, development, construction, testing, science and technology of aircrafts... so you like stuff that flies?"

"Pretty much. I like designing, developing, building. And the rest. It's tough, but I love it."

"Nerd."

Hiccup grinned.

"That's what they tell me. You want food before I go?"

"Nah, I don't eat before I run. Thanks though."

Nodding, Hiccup bade her goodbye, grabbed his stuff and headed out. So long as he was quiet between the hours of midnight and ten am mostly, Hiccup had zero problems living around Astrid. Except perhaps the problem where she didn't wear a lot of clothes, and Hiccup had to not look. Not that Astrid really seemed to mind when she caught him looking once or twice. He got the feeling she knew she was gorgeous, and seemed to operate on a "look-but-don't-touch" with everyone. And Hiccup was very good at keeping his hands to himself.

In return for his quiet while she slept and not leaving a mess everywhere, Astrid was polite enough to let him know - by text or in person - if someone was coming over. Her words of it being quite a regular occurrence were certainly not a lie, but Hiccup figured Astrid knew what she was doing, and could take care of herself. Condom wrappers in the bathroom bin told she was being careful, too.

She was not quiet, though, Hiccup noticed. After a month or so living with her, Hiccup had already worked out how likely it was he'd meet the person the next morning, based on Astrid's vocalisations the night before. Mostly men, but she brought home women regularly too. Sometimes both. If they were good, they generally got to stay the night. If not, Astrid kicked them out more often than not.

Still, she kept it contained to her bedroom as far as Hiccup knew, and it was really none of his business what Astrid did. They just shared a living space - he worked on his degree, she did... actually, Hiccup wasn't sure what Astrid did for a living. She hadn't volunteered that information yet, only that she worked from home mostly.

"Hey, Hiccup?"

"Yeah?"

He looked up from his textbook, Astrid sitting down on the sofa opposite so he put the book down, offered her his undivided attention.

"Does me having people over a lot not... bother you?"

"No. I mean, sometimes it goes on a little late when I have an early lecture, but that's why the gods gave us earplugs. Why?"

Astrid shrugged.

"It's sorta why my last flatmate moved out. Well. I kicked her out for calling me all the usual. Slut, whore, that sort of thing."

"Oh. Well, no. I don't... you're a consenting adult doing stuff with other consenting adults. If you were a guy bringing home a different girl most nights, nobody would bat an eye, and I don't have double standards. It's not my business so long as I don't find bodily fluids in places they shouldn't be."

She laughed.

"I will bear that in mind. I just wanted to be sure. You're real easy to live with, I'd hate to have to try and find someone as not-annoying as you all over again."

"Then we have no problem."

Shifting to cross her legs more comfortably, Astrid smiled.

"I'm glad."

Then she glanced at her phone.

"Expecting company tonight?"

"Not sure yet. Talking to a couple of guys on Tinder. Might hit up my ex if they don't work out. I'll let you know if anything definite is happening."

He already knew she and her ex boyfriend had a friends-with-benefits deal going on, hitting each other up if they were hard up. Hiccup headed to the kitchen to cook himself dinner, Astrid declining since she'd not long got back from a run and a protein shake. Humming to himself as he stirred, Astrid appeared a few minutes later.

"Well?"

"Ex texted me before I texted him, he'll be by in about an hour. That ok?"

"Sure."

Hiccup ate, cleaned up his mess and headed to his room in plenty of time for Astrid's 'date' of the evening to turn up. He'd met the ex in question a few times; he seemed like a good guy, he and Astrid just realised they weren't long-term compatible and broke off the relationship, though apparently the sex was good enough that they kept that part up. Putting his earplugs in well in advance, Hiccup got an early night for his early lecture.

Astrid and her guest had not yet risen from the bedsheets when he was leaving, though that didn't surprise Hiccup one bit. Cramming breakfast into his mouth, Hiccup headed off to uni. Halfway there, he remembered leaving his textbook on the living room table the night before, cursing. He needed it for studying after, and the library never seemed to have a copy when he needed it.

Swearing under his breath, Hiccup climbed the stairs to their place, knowing he'd be late for his lecture now. He so hated being late. The door wasn't locked, so he stepped in, distraction of lateness and textbook fading somewhat when Hiccup realised what he'd walked in on.

He couldn't see everything, but gods Hiccup could see enough.

Astrid, shoulders bare and the tantalising peek of equally bare breasts visible through her hair as she rose up and down. Her hair was still down, loose, a little wavy from being braided the night before. The back of the sofa obscured most of his view, but between Astrid's movements and the noises he could hear, Hiccup was pretty certain he'd accidentally intruded on her having sex in the living room.

He should leave. He could live without the textbook. If he ran, he might only be a couple of minutes late. Unfortunately, Hiccup's feet appeared to be glued to the floor, and his eyes glued... somewhere they probably shouldn't be. Astrid did not appear to have noticed him. Hiccup thought about coughing, or clearing his throat or perhaps fainting on the spot, but his brain had frozen up somewhat. She kept going, riding her lover, moaning and arching her back as Astrid chased her pleasure from the others body.

Then, just when Hiccup thought he might spontaneously combust from arousal and embarrassment rolled into one, his cheeks flushing as more blood pumped south...

Astrid turned toward him and winked.

Fuck, she knew he was there. Knew he was watching. Hiccup really ought to go.

He didn't; he was still rooted to the spot when Astrid began to shake, making those sounds Hiccup had learned through the walls by now that meant she was in the throes of climax, head thrown back as she bucked and cried out. Even then, she didn't stop, moving until there were answering sounds of satisfaction from the man underneath her. After a minute, sounds of ragged breathing all that broke the silence, Astrid turned toward him again, doing a double take.

"Hiccup!"

Why was she acting surprised he was there? Hiccup was confused.

"Wait, what does your roommate have to do with this?"

"Nothing. Except he's right there."

A familiar-ish face appeared around level with Astrid's chest.

"Oh. Uh. Hey Hiccup."

"Hi Eret. I uh... I just..." what had he come back for again? "I forgot my... textbook. I didn't see anything! I uh, I am gonna go now."

"Wait" what in Hel could Astrid want him to stick around for "here."

As if seeing if she could actually make him burst a blood vessel or spontaneously combust, Astrid leant over toward the table, then rose higher on her knees and Hiccup got a very blatant view of her naked chest as she held out his textbook. It felt like a challenge. Especially when she was smirking just a little.

"Uh. Thanks."

Hiccup stayed as far away as he could. grabbed his book quickly and did his best not to simply sprint out of the front door. Oh gods, had Astrid noticed he was hard? Probably. She was usually pretty observant. Determinedly ignoring said erection, Hiccup headed off to university. He was too late to really bother going to lecture, but he tracked down a classmate and asked for the missed work in the library.

"Since when do you miss any?"

"I forgot my book and had to go back, by the time I got going again it was too late to go."

Justin handed over his notes for Hiccup to copy out, chatting about the content all the while. Hiccup may or may not have spent longer than he needed in the library that day, and it might have been so he didn't have to go home and deal with the awkwardness of catching Astrid in the act of sex with her ex.

Even so, he couldn't put it off forever, and Astrid would know exactly why he was avoiding their place. So reluctantly, Hiccup headed back after finishing catching up with Justin and his work. Astrid was in the kitchen, looked up when he came in but didn't immediately accuse him of being a pervert. Was that good?

"Hi. Uh, sorry about earlier."

Taking a swallow from her glass, eyes never leaving his, Astrid smirked.

"Are you though? Cus I can't help but notice you didn't leave."

"I was... shocked."

"Just shocked?"

The situation was rapidly losing control, Hiccup decided. How was he supposed to answer?

"Mhmm."

"Shame."

Hiccup blinked.

"Excuse me?"

"I said it was a shame you were only shocked. Cus I gotta admit, I kinda liked it."

"You... what?"

Astrid shrugged, nonchalant and not even slightly mortified like Hiccup still sort of was.

"I liked it. Guess I had a voyeur kink I didn't know about. I'll be remembering that."

She walked past him, drink in hand as she headed toward her bedroom. Hiccup tried not to say it, but the words blurted themselves out anyway.

"I liked it too."

-HTTYD-

I totally am not procrastinating anything while writing this, nuh uh. Ok. Maybe a little. But hey, a new FF!