Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to How To Train Your Dragon
A/N: This chapter was influenced by the song "Fall Over" by Banks.
Astrid Hofferson just could not catch a break.
Aside from the whole 'gods deciding to pick on her' deal, of course. And what was her problem? It was only the same problem that had been plaguing her pretty much since she first noticed who she now referred to as the "green-eyed devil", years ago, when everyone else still referred to him as "useless". It was made only worse now in this impossibly vivid dream she found herself in.
Astrid liked to think she was a pretty honest person, had every intention to find Hiccup and figure out why the twins had claimed he was about to... pop. She had every intention to talk with him, hear his side of the story, and set those pranksters straight over what she firmly and stubbornly refused to believe was the truth. Unfortunately, as soon as she made her way into his hut, Toothless nowhere in sight, and up the ladder to his room, she was rooted to the spot.
No, Hiccup was not scantly dressed. No, Hiccup was not on fire. No, she was not hit by Frightmare mist. But something about the way he stood in the center of his room, his guard completely dropped, his armor off, and slowly unwrapping his wrist bracers caught Astrid's riveting attention. Maybe it was the soft glow of his candles. Maybe it was how relaxed he was. Maybe it was the words of the twins still rolling around in her head. Or maybe it was simply the culmination of nearly two years and these past two months worth of repressed feelings for him. All she knew was that she couldn't look away.
Hiccup had his back to her, so the shield-maiden was pretty much free to "inspect" him. Her eyes trailed impulsively over his tall form, the aggressive red of his tunic outlined by the golden light, his braids standing out at the angle she was viewing him. She wondered again how he got them, if he did them himself, or if she did? Either way, it gave him more of a roguish, Viking appearance that suited him well. Normally she would have spoken up, alerted him that she was there, but Astrid was transfixed, greedily and a little guiltily watching the condensed muscles of his back beneath his tunic shift with his casual movements.
Astrid only realized she had been staring when he turned slightly to toss the bracers over on his table. The noise of the moderately heavy leather hitting the wood made her jump and blink back to reality. Now would have been a good time to speak, if she could actually find her voice. Hiccup chose to turn around then and this time he was the one to jump in surprise. "A-Astrid!" he said, his voice a slightly higher octave than normal. Was he as unbalanced by her as she was with him? Hiccup recovered quite a bit quicker than she did however and grinned widely. "Good evening, milady!" he said happily, unaware of how much his innocent pet-name for her stirred those damn complicated emotions in her.
As he walked a bit closer to her, Astrid wasn't sure if it was her inappropriate imagination or not, but his tunic definitely seemed a bit tight on him. Feeling like she was being backed into a literal corner, Astrid collected herself and attempted to act casual as well, schooling her features and not letting him get to her. "So um, I heard a rumor that you've been feeling a bit... off?" she began lamely. "What's up with you lately?" It was probably the wrong way to put it, probably the wrong tone too, and maybe she could have eased into the topic a little smoother.
Hiccup paused then and stared at her with a look of pure disbelief. His brow lifted and his head tilted ever so slightly. "What's up with me?" he threw back. "I should be asking you that, Astrid," he retorted with an obvious impatient affliction.
Astrid felt her pulse quicken in apprehension, feeling trapped by the same question she had just asked him. What could she tell him though? Astrid was fairly certain Freyja was forbidding her from explaining herself directly for whatever reason, so it wasn't like she could physically explain herself to him anyway. "What... what do you mean?" she countered, trying to throw him off.
Hiccup crossed his arms then, his expression becoming unreadable, almost lost. "Astrid," he began in a soft, almost pained tone. "Why have you been... avoiding me so much lately?" he finally asked.
Astrid had been afraid of him asking that question. This was precisely the wrong thing he could ask her. She thought she had been doing better now! She hadn't kept away from Hiccup nearly as much as those first two or three weeks! "I'm not-" Astrid began, trying to keep her tone from sounding too panicked, but he interrupted.
"-You're not?" Hiccup countered flatly, then began to approach her again, his stride purposeful, displaying a confidence she had yet to get used to, even after almost two months. Astrid felt her heart speed up again at the piercing, almost wild look in his eyes, pupils dilated slightly. Somehow she was certain that look had nothing to do with the little light in the room. Astrid had seen that heated expression on men before, even back when she looked younger than she did now, but never on him before, not that intensely.
Unsure of herself again, Astrid could only stamper in response. "No, I'm... I'm not. I-I'm not avoiding you, really!" she said, hating herself for sounding so caught off guard, backing away as he got closer. In that moment, Astrid's arm collided with the armor stand behind her, nearly knocking it to the ground. Hiccup reached her in two hurried steps of his long legs, his arm reaching out to steady it. Astrid could only smile sheepishly at his once again raised brow.
"You're avoiding me right now," he pointed out, his nearness to her lowering the pitch of his voice to a rumbling whisper. Astrid found herself backed up to the wall next to the armor stand, his extended arm half-trapping her between it and himself, joined then by the other. Her breath hitched as he leaned in, his eyes studying her face, as though he was trying discover all of her secrets. "I should ask you the same question. What's up with you lately? You haven't been showing much love and support for your future chief," he asked softly, his tone bordering on playful.
Astrid felt frustration rile her up then, uncertainties throwing her off. Trying not to remember what the twins said about their relationship, Astrid set her features into a fierce scowl, huffing in irritation, both at herself and his smug attitude. For a second Astrid wished she had her axe or Stormfly here to back her up. Who did this guy think he was? Acting like he was some big hot shot, strutting his stuff like a preening Nadder and cornering her. He wasn't... that much bigger than her, really. So what if he was twice her size now? She could still take him down! At least, she thought she could... she could when he was shorter than her and not so... deliciously assertive.
Hiccup noticed her emotions, saw them warring in her eyes, and spectacularly misinterpreted them. Astrid had never decided whether to be relieved by his cluelessness, or exasperated by where it had led them. "Astrid, is this because we've chosen to keep our relationship from the others?" he asked carefully. When Astrid only seemed to be able to stare at him, he took it as her asking 'what do you think?' and felt himself relax. "I don't know whether to feel annoyed by the paranoia that we'll get caught, or impressed that you'd go so far to keep it a secret and avoid me altogether!" he chuckled softly.
Astrid was the one to raise a brow this time. So he didn't know that the twins knew? "Yeah, Hiccup, you caught me, that's the reason," Astrid told him, figuring she'd let him believe what he wanted. At this point, there wasn't anything else she could do, and he had provided her with the perfect excuse.
"I don't see why you'd go so far. We kept our relationship pretty hidden, I thought. We've rarely displayed much affection openly around the others? They don't seem to suspect anything?" he questioned, leaning in a little more to breathe in her scent.
"R-Right," Astrid agreed helplessly. Why did he have to stand so close to her? As soon as she thought that, of course, he decided he wasn't close enough and leaned in further, his cheek brushing hers, making her pulse jump through the roof.
"I've missed you," he whispered against her ear, his hot breath setting the fine hairs on her neck standing straight up, among other things that had no right perking up. "You've been torturing me," he told her, reflecting her own sentiments. "Astrid, please," he begged her. Astrid mouth fell open, too choked by the loud gestures of intimacy to properly respond to him. "I need you tonight," he finished, pulling away to look at her. His eyes were pleading and his tone was low and rough with emotion, full of meaning. His words left no room for doubt to what he wanted.
"Hic-Hiccup..." Astrid forced out questioningly, unable to get anything more out, shivers running up and down her spine. Astrid fought what all the signs were pointing to, refused to accept the meaning behind his plea, unable to believe what he was suggesting. Unfortunately for her, the manner in which she stuttered might have come across a bit breathless, which translated to enticing to one Hiccup Haddock. Before she could do anything to dissuade him, his other hand reached her cheek just as it did weeks ago.
Once again, Astrid wasn't able to properly react when he began to tenderly caresses her with his long fingers. His hand trailed over her with such measured gentleness that it was almost heartbreaking. It was as though she was this fragile little thing that needed to be handled with utmost care. Of course, a part of her completely rebelled at that. The warrior in her roared indignantly... but the woman in her kept that beast chained, moved by his evident adoration. When had he learned how to make her lose her breath?
How could a simple touch bewitch her so?
Managing to gather up as much sense as she could, Astrid reached out and placed her hand on his solid chest with every intention of pushing him away. But... when she didn't do what her mind told her to, she realized that her heart yearned to be in his arms. Astrid could feel his chest rise and fall, could feel his heart beating quickly, and found herself drawn to him like she knew she shouldn't be. She knew that deep down she had very strong feelings for him, but she should not have been feeling that way about her friend! ...Right?
Her breath caught in her throat again as he leaned in then, his own breath ghosting over her lips. Gods, she wanted to kiss him, but the words of the twins was still firmly flashing in her mind. Astrid had a sense to be worried that she wasn't as worried as she should have been. All the same, there was still room enough for a niggling feeling of panic to well up inside her. Astrid opened her mouth to protest, but as soon as she did this, Hiccup took it as an opportunity. He dove right in for the kill, silencing her with his own lips, and like the last time he kissed her, effectively wiping her mind of any rational thought.
His lips ardently making love to her mouth, Hiccup shifted closer, pressing his body firmly against hers. He pinned her to the wall, a hand drifting to her waist, ignoring the spikes on her skirt in favor of being close. Freyja! His body seemed to go on forever. Pressed against her in that way, Astrid could feel his heat radiating into her, seeping into her very being. She stood there rigidly and could hear him sigh impatiently into the kiss.
Hiccup pulled back then when she wouldn't respond to him the way he wanted her to. "You're playing a dangerous game, milady," he whispered against her lips. "Keeping distant like this is a bold move. Not touching me, not kissing me, for as long as this? Well played, I commend your resilience," he said, his tone in between impatience and teasing. "You should know by now that you ought to be careful. You wouldn't want to unleash all my..." he trailed off purposefully, leaning in a little further then. He pressed his hips suggestively against hers and she swears she blacked out a few seconds from how lightheaded it made her.
"Y-Your... what?" Astrid questioned breathlessly. If he could just step back, only a few inches, maybe she'd be able to concentrate a little better... but he didn't seem to have any intention of making things easier for her.
"My raw Vikingness," he answered in a chuckle, obviously sharing an inside joke with her she didn't actually get. His grin was almost predatory now as he made her look at him, hand back to stroking her cheek for her attention. The look should have scared her, or at least pissed her off, but gods, the warmth that spread through her instead was enough to embarrass her.
Still she had a reputation to keep, had her pride, even though she currently felt as weak as a newborn babe in his presence. Astrid managed to snort outwardly, despite still reeling at the meaning behind his words. "Yeah right..." she muttered. At his positively smug look, the smirk knowing and crass, she felt her hackles rise, feeling riled up that he knew he was getting to her. Hiccup seemed to enjoy taking advantage of opportunities to kiss her, for as soon as she went to tell him off, his lips came crashing back into hers with enough force to part her lips in a gasp. She definitely felt his tongue this time, sliding into her open mouth and suddenly she couldn't think straight, couldn't breathe right, could barely stand steady, and scarcely managed to keep from squeaking. His taste, his smell, his touch, it was overloading her senses.
Unable to stop herself, and feeling herself let go a little, Astrid struggled to to learn how to kiss him back the same way, proud of herself when she was quickly able to copy his movements, shivering at the feel of his tongue roughly caressing hers, lighting a fire in her belly. Like a dam giving away, as soon as she began to kiss him back, a switch flipped in Hiccup and then nothing could stop him. Astrid had to fight off a moan as his teeth nipped and tugged at her bottom lip teasingly, one of his hands sliding over her hips, sliding up her arms, to the back of her neck, pulling her closer still, his other hand sliding back to her waist, setting her ablaze wherever he touched.
Why had she come here again?
Hiccup pulled from the kiss for only a second for a ragged breath. Astrid gulped down air greedily, feeling faint enough to worry about slumping against him weakly. Astrid had no time to recover though, as he swooped right back in, plunging his tongue in and plundering her mouth as though he were a pirate and she was his conquest. This time Astrid was unable to adjust, completely dominated by his lips. The reactions the searing kiss inspired within her was enough to make her flush deeply and squirm against the wall, feeling like her shaking knees were going to give out any second, clutching his forearms for support.
Astrid gasped into the kiss then, feeling his rough hands slide down to her thighs, only to lift her up as though she weighed nothing, wrapping her legs around his waist securely, his mouth never stilling. It took only three strides of his long legs to get him where he wanted them. Then she felt herself being laid down over his bed. Oh gods! She knew she needed to get out of there before something she refused to think about happened! But Hiccup pinned her beneath him and his tongue was entirely too distracting. Astrid struggled inwardly, not for the first time stubbornly denying her feelings for the Hiccup she knew and now equally as much her attraction to this very intense version of him. The more she struggled to deny it though, the more difficult it seemed to physically control herself. A niggle in the back of her mind seemed to scold her rebellious attitude. Hiccup pulled away again, only to kneel back onto his haunches and strip his shirt clean off with one hand, turning slightly to toss it on his table with his bracers.
Oh Freyja.
Hiccup had no intention of slowing things down.
As cliché as it might have been, the light of his candles cast a glow on him that made him appear to be made of bronze, tanned and with a dash of light freckles over warm skin. Astrid could only lay there gaping in amazement, her eyes shamelessly roving over his clearly not scrawny exposed upper body. And oh his arms, they were obviously still slender, but seemed defined just enough to seem to be carved from stone. His shoulders were just broad enough to give his form a sort of sharp edge, prominent clavicles pushing them back and Thor's Balls, his chest was definitely toned. Astrid knew she was being rude, but she couldn't help herself. Hiccup had the body of a young man who spent nearly the entirety of his life honing his strength at a forge, and riding on the back of a dragon. However many years this had been since she last saw him had been very kind to him. For a moment Astrid forgot why she needed to leave and Freyja, did she want to touch him.
Turning back to her then, Hiccup didn't give her a chance to entertain that idea, leaning back over her again, his upper body tilting toward her. Astrid lost her voice, knew she should say something, try to get out of this, but the temptation to see what he was going to do next was just too powerful to deny. Hiccup's hands found her again, gliding over her belly, rubbing patterns into her as they skirted over her sides, making her flutter hotly, her skin tingling wherever he touched.
Hiccup seemed to know exactly what her body liked, more than she did apparently. As he expertly and very quickly pulled her skirt completely off her, leaving her in her leggings. Astrid knew herself and knew she should be struggling against him, trying to stop him, kick him off her, get away, but she couldn't. It was as though her mind and her body were completely detached and it took an incredible amount of effort to make it obey her. A little whisper in the back of her mind joined the sneaky part of her that asked if she really wanted to stop him.
His hot mouth found its way to her neck then, discovering a sweet spot there that made Astrid's mind blank again, her toes curl, and had her gasping in pleasure. The feel of his burning tongue stroking her pulse point was irresistible. Her head tilted to the side impulsively, giving him more access. A now familiar little voice in her head purred into her ear, advising her to give in, not fight her feelings, and enjoy them, enjoy him. Part of Astrid knew who it was trying to get her to open up, to give in, but why couldn't she just go on ignoring what she felt, like she always did? Why was it so important? That little voice told her then that her resistance was an affront to her, she saw herself within her, saw her strength and fiery passion, and couldn't accept her denial. Astrid's eyes shut in both pleasure and defiance, but knew her goddess would not make this easy for her.
Astrid felt one of his hands slide over her legging covered hips then, dipping down between her thighs slowly, sensually, purposefully. The heat of his hand through the thin material burned through her, making her aware of that same heat pouring from him like the fires of a dragon. Part of her continued to struggle against it, her Viking mind refusing to give in without a fight, but her body rebelled, and the result was her motionless beneath him, powerless to his whims. For a Viking, that was as good as a death sentence and went against her nature.
Hiccup's seeking hands were torture to her senses, but even as she began to lean into his touch, Astrid stubbornly refused to believe she actually wanted that. The little voice asked her why she fought so hard, why she didn't allow herself to accept her feelings for him? Had he not proven himself to be a true Viking? Hiccup Haddock was strong in every sense of the word, she had witnessed this. He could even compel those around him, man or dragon, to bend to his will. Was that not enough?
Astrid struggled weakly against the loud whispering, but it continued, trying a new tactic, reminding her that he was also gorgeous and clearly they had a fruitful relationship, so why struggle? Astrid felt her resistance slip to the undeniable logic, now almost convinced it was right. It was just getting so difficult to think with his tongue on her overheated skin like that. The moment she began to accept what the whispering told her, the easier it was to move, making her sigh in relief, as though a paralysis had begun to wear off.
However, Astrid had little time to relax as Hiccup chose then to slip a hand up her shirt to cup one of her breasts through her binding, sliding a thumb over a peak with focused intent until it hardened to his touch. Astrid felt her body react instinctively and instantly, arching up into his touch and she could do nothing to stop the gasp from escaping her.
Hiccup lets his tongue press hard on her pulse point again, feeling it quicken all the more. "I missed this," he then whispered hoarsely, before nibbling on her ear lobe. "This closeness," he went on, his lips trailing slowly over her jaw while his hand pressed a little harder, drawing a weak moan from her. "Let me show you how much," he all but pleaded her, "to make up for lost time." This time his hand pushed under her binding, nearly undoing her as he rubbed her. Astrid could barely recognize herself in the moan that escaped her then. It was becoming impossible to keep any coherent thoughts when he was assaulting her senses like that, kneading her breast with callous fingers and rubbing her rapidly hardening nipple. Throbbing need erupted in her loins and she found herself squirming beneath him, which just made it worse for her when the hand still resting on her inner thighs was pushed into her as a result. Tendrils of intoxicating desire strangled her nerves in a vice grip. Part of her wanted to beg him to take her other breast in that large hand too, but refuses to do so. Astrid would not beg!
Hiccup laughed softly at her evident pride, the low, gruff sound making the butterflies in her belly swarm into a frenzy. He nuzzled her cheek affectionately and she could swear she could feel the prickle of the beginning of a beard across his wide jaw. Feeling the stark contrast of his scruff against her sensitive skin, further evidence of his masculinity, was just as alluring as his hands were, giving her another unexpected sharp jolt of pleasure, making her tingling body sing just a little louder.
In that very second, she knew well that she was completely hopeless; she had caved in and accepted that she wanted this, wanted his touch, knew that at that moment he could do anything to her and she would be too weak and needy to resist. Somehow, the knowledge didn't scare or anger her as much as she thought it would. In fact, this was the most aroused she had ever been in her life. If it had been anyone else, that notion and his actions would have freaked her out, but knowing it was Hiccup just made it impossible to be afraid. If there was something that she would never deny, it was that she had complete trust in him.
Hiccup leaned back then, far enough so she had a clear view of his face. He took the hand that had been on her thigh to his mouth and began to lick two of his fingers and his thumb in the most erotic way she had ever seen, slowly and deliberately, letting his saliva coat them, his eyes firmly fixed on hers. Astrid's mouth hung open slightly, unable to look away, her eyes glued to his tongue and the look of promise in his smug expression. Astrid instantly knew what he intended to do then. Oh Freyja! Oh Freyja!
Once he was satisfied with his work, he grinned wolfishly at her and leaned over her again. He took his hands then and slid them over her legs to the edge of her leggings. Astrid managed to groan out his name from her barren throat, though she had to blush deeply at how lustful it sounded. She watched curiously then when Hiccup paused, taking a second to close his eyes, a visible shudder making his towering form tremble over her as his breath left him in a shaky sigh. Well damn it all to Hel, she had just managed to arouse him further. A part of her knew now that there was going to be no getting him to stop now.
With renewed vigor, Hiccup continued on, pulling her leggings straight down to her ankles, effectively trapping her and smiling at her squeak, before sliding a hand back up her now bare legs, dangerously close to her center. Astrid choked on her meek attempt to stop him again. Now able to move a little more, her grip on his shoulders tightened, having every intention of shoving him away, aware that things were getting very dangerous. She couldn't get herself to do so though, even as she inwardly tried to convince herself to get him off her, stop being so weak. His hand slid up and down over the soft skin of her inner thigh slowly, brushing against her binding teasingly. Astrid felt herself shiver and she had to swallow a nervous whimper.
Hiccup took her reactions as positive, unaware of her inner turmoil, and slipped the hand under her bindings, pushing his warm, slick fingers over her now utterly wet sex, parting her folds with single minded intent. Astrid had been unaware of how aroused she had been before, but gods did she know it now. The sensation was so alien, yet so mind-blowing that her body jerked upward, unintentionally grinding him, forcing a strangled moan out of her as she arched into his hand. Hiccup hummed in pleased amusement. "Easy," he murmured, pushing her back down gently.
Astrid shut her eyes tight, begging herself to not react to his touch, but as he began to rhythmically slide his fingers over her delicate, tender flesh, testing her, listening closely at every sound she made, she had no choice. Astrid found herself twisting beneath him and was unable to stop the plaintive, mewling cries from escaping her lips. A slow burn deep in her belly begun to consume her, wiping away her remaining opposition. Astrid instinctively tried to press her thighs together for relief, effectively slipping out of her leggings by doing so, and whined shamelessly when he wedged them back apart with his knees. As he continued to explore, the heat in her center got more and more intense, her hardened nipples almost painful against her shirt. Never having experienced such wracking pleasure before, Astrid was unable to stop herself from bucking into his hand again and again as she began to reach a point of mindless, aching hunger.
Hiccup smiled lovingly, pleased that she seemed to be enjoying this as much as he was enjoying pleasuring her, and kissed her along her neck slowly. "You're too wound up, babe," he told her. "You need to relax into it, you know how crazy fighting it makes you..." If she could be aroused by words, Astrid would be undone by those, even as she was momentarily confused by them until she remembered the fact that this Hiccup Haddock had done this with her older self before. Apparently many times. Her thoughts quickly left her once more as he began to rub that sensitive little spot Astrid knew would unravel her. And then there was nothing in the world that could keep her still or quiet. It was simply so much more intense when someone else was touching there.
As his fingers began to move in tighter circles, Astrid began to writhe on the bed, one of her hands gripping the wood beneath her tightly, all but crushing it in her grasp as she cried out breathlessly through clenched teeth. Astrid arched back and moaned in protest when he pushed her down onto the bed again, each pulsing jar between her legs stronger than the next the more his long fingers probed her. When he then slid over that little nub with precise intent, Astrid squealed, unable to keep her volume down anymore. Her nails dug into his shoulder harshly as a tortuous little orgasm spasmed through her, not enough to sate her, but enough to make her body smolder with ravenous desire, knees shaking, breath throttled.
Hiccup stilled then, allowing the deep tugging sensation within her to almost mercilessly ebb away, before sliding and pressing into her clit again. A string of curses left her mouth as fresh rivers of rampant need rushed through in waves. Every curl of his index finger, every rub of his thumb, and every dance his fingers playing along her sensitized skin was an anguish. Hiccup laughed softly at her creative cursing. Astrid knew then that Hiccup was drawing out her pleasure as much as he could, pinning her beneath him with surprising strength when she tried to relieve herself. Merciless tyrant.
"I'm surprised," Hiccup mentioned idly then, still stroking her endlessly. "You're usually much more bossy, much more active... but maybe it's for the best, you know, under the circumstances."
"Wha-hahh..." Astrid's eyes rolled as another mercilessly tiny orgasm ravaged her. "What... do you... m-mme-an?" she managed to ask in between helpless moans, having enough sense to be slightly alarmed by his words. Did he know?
"I'm usually lenient with everyone," he began, his voice still infuriatingly calm. "I don't feel the need to take charge often, and I very rarely punish anyone. But... you've really upset me by avoiding me as much as you have this past month. I suppose even you need a little punishment now and then." His words were both irritating and sexually excited her all over again. Astrid bit out a growl of indignation however, glaring as hard as she could. Hiccup simply smiled at her defiance and then slipped in a finger, followed by another.
The new sensation made her lose her ability to draw breath, forced her neck to arch out as she uttered a strangled sound. Hiccup nuzzled her again, suckling on her exposed neck lovingly as he pushed his thumb up against the apex of her sex with every drive of his fingers. Astrid's back arched then, her mouth open in a silent cry, one hand still clutching the bed, the other scraping at his his neck and shoulder. As another tormentingly insignificant completion rippled through her, Hiccup spoke again. "Look at me," he demanded, his tone commanding, wanting to see her unravel beneath him. Astrid obeyed, face twisting in pleading desire, her glazed eyes meeting his intense stare as he bore into her. His lips stretch into a knowing smirk then, and it was everything the poor girl could do to keep from yowling like an animal as he wiggled his fingers rapidly.
Astrid didn't want to beg him, she really didn't want to, but she couldn't stop herself. "H-Hic-cup! Hiccup! Oh gods, please! Ple-ase..!" she cried out desperately, racked by a shower of wretched little orgasms.
"Anything for you, milady," he relented and shifted in closer, lifting her up slightly so she rested on his bent knees between her legs, wrapping her legs firmly around his waist. Now at an easier angle, he replaced his forefinger with his pinky, working in the third finger with shocking talent, while lightly gripping her clit between his two free digits, rapidly squeezing gently down in time with his pumping fingers. All at once, Astrid surged up off the bed, both hands on his shoulders now, shredding his back, head thrown back as wrenching sobs tore through her. His name ripped out of her in rapture as her body clamped down hard, her body convulsing from the delirious climax, rocking desperately into his hand.
Hiccup gasped at the feeling of her brutal finish on his fingers, imagining it was his aching length instead. He leaned in then, using his other hand to pull her into a swift, deep kiss, silencing her lilting cry. He rubbed her until she stopped shaking wildly against him, until she released her death grip on him, until she collapsed back down onto his bed in exhaust. Relief like Astrid never felt before flooded her then, and she swore she was in Valhala for several seconds. In that moment, Astrid gave endless praise to Freyja with her whole heart.
Hiccup waited a little bit, then relaxed into kissing her in a more languid, loving manner. Astrid's body still shivered a little, but her hands tangled into his hair, kissing him back with just as much enthusiasm, lips sliding sloppily over eager mouths that searched each other thirstily. Astrid soon found herself utterly addicted to his mouth. Something in the back of her mind seemed pleased that she was finally beginning to accept her feelings, and she was rewarded then with full control of herself again.
With her legs still wrapped securely around his hips, Hiccup leaned in a little more. Then Astrid felt the obvious bulge in his pants pressing against her now soaked sex suggestively. Their mouths parted messily. "The night isn't over yet," Hiccup said in a labored tone against her swollen lips. "We have a lot of time to make up for," he grinned. Astrid could only whimper in response, finding no strength to willfully push him away. This time, she knew it had nothing to do with her previous lack of physical control. Her body seems to seek his heat on its own, her hips eagerly surging up to meet his when he ground into her erotically. Astrid heard a guttural moan roll out of his throat then, nearly making her go off once more. Freyja if it wasn't the most sexually arousing sound she had ever heard.
Hiccup's voice was strained and breathless when he spoke again. "Gods, Astrid, I want you so badly," he told her, forcing fresh arousal to strangle her innards at his words. Astrid was becoming too entirely too addicted to the intoxicating friction from the swelling against her heated need. She really didn't want to stop but-! But she had to! She... she had to! This wasn't..! She wasn't used to...!
The hand that had been buried between her legs disappeared then and she gaped, watching him leaning back to hurriedly unbuckle his breaches. Astrid finally found her willpower, and shakily and desperately begged him to stop, her hand shooting to still his. "W-Wait... Wait! Oh gods, H-Hiccup please stop!"
Fortunately, Hiccup heard the desperation in her tone and immediately paused, looking down at her with worry, trying to hide his pained expression at stopping, the throbbing between his legs painful now. "What is it? What's wrong?" He asked in a rush, leaning back over to cup her face, searching her eyes for answers. Astrid could only stare up at him, not knowing how to explain it to him. How could she tell him that the last time she saw him, he was her adorable, dorky little friend and she hadn't stopped to think twice of him as male..? And that now all of a sudden he was hot and big and bold and very very talented with his hands, making her make noises she never thought she was capable of?
Once again, Hiccup misinterpreted her hesitation as fear of being caught. "Astrid, if it'll make you feel better, I can find a way to sound proof our huts?" he grinned.
Astrid took a deep breath, trying with all her might to calm down enough. "H-Hiccup... if.. if- could we... continue this another time?" she asked in a very small voice. "I'm... I'm very tired? I'm just not feelling... like myself," she explained weakly.
Hiccup gave her a disbelieving and very tortured look then, and for a moment Astrid feared that he was going to refuse, but instead he pulled her up into a hug. "Is this why you've been acting so strangely lately? Why you've been avoiding me?" he asked gingerly, still nursing his raging need. Astrid could only manage a nod then, hiding her face in his warm shoulder. His hold on her tightened, remaining silent for a little longer. "I won't make you tell me what's wrong. I trust you enough to tell me when you're ready," he told her, unintentionally making her feel a new level of guilt at his trust in her. "I'll always be willing to wait for you, you don't have to do anything if you don't want to," he assured her. He smiled at her then, but it was more of a grimace. "We can continue this another time... as long as you don't make me wait too much longer," he said, giving her a weak version of his crooked smile.
Astrid bit her lip and nodded in agreement, unable to do much more. She went to try to get up then, leave him to... whatever he needed to do, and of course to essentially escape, but he caught her and attempted to pull her back against his chest. "Wait a second, where are you going?" he asked curiously. "Just because we're not going to be intimate right now, doesn't mean I can just let you get away that easily!" he chuckled. "I still miss you," he sighed longingly. "Please stay?" he implored her. Gods, how could she possibly say no to him? Had she ever been able to say no to him? The feel of his larger body cocooning her as he pulled her back down with him was making her resistances crumbles around her again. Astrid resigned to her fate and settled back into his arms again, figuring she might as well. She had just let him pleasure the Hel out of her, after all.
Astrid became completely alarmed when she felt his arousal still very much there, pushing against her and heard him gasp, stiffening beneath her. Hiccup felt her go just as rigid then and apologized weakly. "I'll take care of it as soon as you're asleep. Just try to ignore it, okay?" Astrid's eyes widened in shock and an enormous amount of guilt. His selflessness made her heart ache for him, made her feel shame for making him suffer, to not get the same relief he had given her. What could she do though? Astrid didn't know what to do and she was much too scared and insecure to even try. This had been her first... encounter.
Sensing her guilt and distress, Hiccup's hold on her tightened further. "Hey, hey, it's okay, I promise. Just relax," he murmured tenderly. "I'm a Viking, I can handle it," he smiled, caressing her cheek soothingly. Astrid bit her lip but let him guide her head back to his chest, settling against the bed with her against him. Astrid willed herself to relax. In the end though, his warmth, the rumbling sound of his voice as he hummed a soft song to her, and the sound of his strong heartbeat began to lull her to deep sleep. As sleep claimed her, deep in the recesses of Astrid's mind, she sensed approval.
End A/N: Talking was definitely not enough apparently. Let this be a lesson to you guys, don't deny your feelings or Freyja will make you suffer for it haha. What a wake up call for the poor (lucky?) girl! Never let it be said that Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third doesn't know how to please his lady! Ugh, and now I can't see Hiccup in RTTE the same way anymore lol. Also, those disappointed with the ending here, keep in mind Astrid is mentally still a virgin, so cut her some slack, okay?
Shout-Outs:
Tellemicus Sundance: And this chapter had only one scene in it. How do you like that? Sorry, joking, had to be said. I know this is probably not the type of "showing" you were talking about, but don't you worry, this chapter was basically a catalyst to the rest of the story. It won't all be introspection.
Dragonbow117: Much appreciated again. No worries, my story is fairly simple. Freyja pretty much has a single-minded reasoning for her actions, haha.
Canadaball: I hope this answered that question, lol.
GreenBlueCat: Nope, the man usually sleeps naked, at least in my story haha. Dreamworks had him sleeping with even his armor on. I'm completely rebellious that way.
Mikybel: Thank you! You can speak in Spanish if you want. Puedo entender Español. :)
Resisting-Moonlight: Yep, veery loud, if this chapter was any indication lol. Hiccup is still a little cut off from what he really wants, but at least Astrid didn't escape him this time! It's only a matter of time though, hehe.