CHAPTER TEN: MAKE THEM WAIT

This chapter contains strong language as well as graphic depictions of sexual acts, please skip if under 18

Hiccup

"He can't be back," Astrid said quietly, combing her hair as she stared absentmindedly at nothing.

"I couldn't believe it either," Hiccup walked over to his wife and kissed the top of her hair, "but I trust that Kenna wouldn't make something up. She has no reason to."

Astrid stood from her chair and faced her husband, "Why does this have to be your fight? We left Berk, there's no way he could find us."

"I have to defend New Berk, it's the promise I made to my dad. Besides, I would have thought you'd be excited for a good fight."

"Hiccup, it's not just Berk that needs you. I need you. We need you." She grabbed his hand and placed in on the swell of her stomach.

Hiccup sighed and pressed his forehead against her. "This is the reason I have to fight. We can't keep running. Drago will find us eventually. I need to protect you. I need to protect this. This goes beyond a chief protecting his people. I am fighting as a father to protect my family."

Astrid stared into his intense green eyes, seeing the determination in them. She realised that Hiccup fighting had very little to do with the rest of Berk. This was about her and their baby. He had to protect them. Coming to that understanding, Astrid crashed her lips into his, overcome with the need to feel him as close to her as possible. Her fingers wound into his hair and held him close as he wrapped his arms around her waist as much as her large belly allowed. She kissed him forcefully, her tongue licking at his own. Her teeth bit at his bottom lip. She moved backwards toward the bed, bringing Hiccup with her. When her legs touched the bed frame, she sat and lay herself back, her mouth never leaving his.

Hiccup pulled away, "Astrid…" he warned, "we are going to be late if we keep this up."

"So? You're the chief. Make them wait," she said, scooting herself further on to the bed.

Hiccup smirked a crooked smile at her and pulled his shirt over his head, grateful that he hadn't put on his leather armor yet. He crawled up the bed, knees between his wife's legs. He grabbed the back of Astrid's head with one hand and pulled her in for another frenzied kiss as his other hand moved to undo her laces on her leggings. One he had them unlaced, he sat back and pulled the off her. Astrid sat up and reached for his trousers, undoing the lacing of the leather, her breaths coming in rushed pants. With the final lace undone, she pushed them down his narrow hips and over his ass. He moved away just for a moment to remove his prosthetic leg and boot, before shoving his pants off and tossing them to the side. While Hiccup was taking care of that, Astrid had removed her long tunic and was unwrapping her breast bindings. When Hiccup turned his attention back to her, he pushed her hands out of the way. He attacked her neck with open-mouthed kisses, scraping his teeth up to her ear as he removed what was left of her bindings.

"Gods, woman," he moaned into her ear, "you are a horrible influence."

Astrid smirked, her head tipped back as Hiccup worked his way back down her neck and her shoulder. She was about to give him a witty response, but she instead let out a small Yelp as Hiccup's wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked. She groaned in pleasure, threading her fingers into his russet hair, holding him against her breast as she arched her back into him. With her pregnancy, everything was far more sensitive, especially her breasts.

Hiccup sucked and gently bit at the swollen pink bud, growling in pleasure as he was rewarded a small burst of sweetness. His had discovered some months ago, that when during Astrid's pregnancy, if was was particularly aroused, sweet milk would drip from her breasts. Hiccup found it highly erotic and craved the sweet taste of her. With his weight resting on one elbow, he moved his other hand down. With his fingertips, he slowly traced up her leg from her knee to her center, avoiding her core. He repeated the action on her other leg. Astrid whined in need, the sound shooting straight to Hiccup's growing desire. He smirked against her chest and gave her nipple one last little bite before he moved to the other one, wrapping his lips around it. At the same moment he bit down gently, he brushed his finger against her swollen bundle of nerves. Astrid gasped and arched her back, clutching Hiccup's hair tighter, nearly to the point of pain. He moaned in response against her and began to stroke her as his mouth worked her pebbled nipple. He could feel how wet Astrid was, nearly dripping on to the bed below. His own need throbbed in answer. He brushed her clit gently with one finger, only applying gentle pressure. He moved slowly and deliberately, working her up, waiting for her to snap.

Astrid whined and moaned, writhing in want. Here eyes were close and her head was tilted back, gold hair surrounding her like a halo. Hiccup sat back and admired her, his green eyes dark with lust as he observed this Valkyrie come undone by his hands. Astrid's body gleamed with a light sheen of sweat, her hair dampened. Hiccup watched her intently as he pressed two long fingers inside of her and stroked along her upper wall, feeling for that tell-tale ridge. When he found it, he pressed firmly, his eyes never leaving her. Astrid's eyes shot open and she gasped loudly. She grasped the back of his head forcefully and pulled him to her mouth as her inner walls spasmed around his fingers. She kissed him sloppily, all teeth and moans as her body shook below him.

He worked her through her orgasm, fingers moving slowly, as her breathing began to slow. Hiccup placed soft kisses down her neck, across her shoulder, and over each breast. He paused at her stomach and rested his cheek again the firm skin there, before placing a tender kiss. He lightly followed the swell of her stomach with his lips until he was laying in front if her, his face level with her center. He left an open-mouthed kiss at the apex of each thigh, noticing how the supple muscle twitched. He nudged her damp curls with his nose. Astrid took a sharp breath and Hiccup felt her grip in his hair tighter slightly. He moved each of her legs over his shoulders and gripped her thighs tightly, then licked a firm stripe up her opening, moaning at the last of her. Astrid gasped loudly, and Hiccup felt the strong thighs tighten slightly. Again he dove in, his tongue probing inside of her, he nose brushing against her clit. Astrid keened, her other hand moving to massage at her breast. Hiccup moved his tongue faster, licking at her lips, before he latched onto to her clit and sucked. Astrid spasmed, her back arching for just a moment. Hiccup focused exclusively on her bundle of nerves, sucking on it, nibbling, and licking. He could taste her arousal and groaned, the vibrations making Astrid gasped and whined, trying to make words.

"Hic….ahh…..babe….please!" Her legs shook with the effort of being kept at the edge, Hiccup backing off before she came, but then applying more pressure and building her up again. He loved having her like this: a needy pool of desire, unable to think straight. His strong arms held her legs open ash she tried to close them. He sucked and nipped firmly at her clit, holding her body against his face, moaning and humming in want.

"Hiccup!" Astrid shouted, and he knew she was on the verge. Her legs shook with the effort of riding the edge for so long. He released her legs and pushed two fingers inside of her dripping core, his thumb pressing firmly on the swollen bundle of nerves. He bit this inside of her thigh and rested his face against her leg, to watch her come undone. As his thumb worked her clit, he curled his fingers and pushed against the ridge inside. Astrid's entire body tensed in ecstasy. Her eyes were shut tight, her mouth opened in a silent scream. She gripped his hair tightly, stinging his scalp. Hiccup watched her intently, his own breath coming in ragged pants. He didn't let up, moving his fingers firmly, drawing her orgasm out. She soaked his hand, her slick dripping onto the bed. He moaned against her thigh, completely in awe of his woman.

When her body slumped back against the bed, he softly stroked her a few more time before withdrawing his fingers. Astrid's grip on his hair relaxed and her hand fell to gently cup the side of his face. She panted softly, her eyes still closed, a soft smile on her face. His eyes never left her face, even as he gently kissed her palm and wrist. Her hair had been messed where she had thread her own fingers into the golden strands and gripped tightly. All across her forehead and chest was a light sheen of sweat, giving her the appearance of glowing in the candlelight. Hiccup watched her chest rise and fall, gradually slowing. She opened her eyes and looked down at him, pupils wide, but glinting with something darker as well. She bit her lower lip, watching him as he kissed up her arm and her shoulder. Hiccup felt himself throb, his own need and desire making itself painfully known. As Hiccup went to settle behind her on their sides, with amazing speed and grace, Astrid pushed him onto his back and straddled his lap. He sat up just a bit to place a kiss at the top of her stomach. Astrid cupped his face and pulled him up and in for another deep kiss. She gently pushed him back onto the pillow and grinned devilishly at him. He knew that she wanted to kiss down his body, but that simply wasn't an option with her large stomach. So instead, she gently ran her nails down his body, starting at his scalp. She raked her nails down his neck and over his collar-bone, before continuing down his chest, just catching his nipples. He felt his erection jump and his breath hitched. Astrid smirked knowingly and continued her path down his torso. She raised herself up on her knees and positioned him at her entrance, rubbing him through her slickness. Hiccup moaned in want, gripping her thighs tightly. With one fluid motion, she sank down on him, taking his length to the hilt. Hiccup moaned loudly and threw his head back into the pillow, eyes closed in bliss. It took almost all of his self control to not come on the spot.

Hiccup was acutely aware that Astrid had not moved. He opened his eyes to see Astrid watching him darkly. His breath caught at her appearance. Her pale skin was flushed pink and shone in the candlelight. Her lips were plump and reddened, both from their aggressive kissing and from her own teeth. Her nipples pebbled and dark from the attention Hiccup had given them. She had a dark spot on her collar-bone, where he had bitten her and pulled the blood to the surface. Her hair cascaded down her back in soft curls, illuminated by the candles behind her. She appeared to be glowing, but her eyes were dark with desire. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth again, pleased that he was watching, and she began to move. Astrid braced her hands on either side of Hiccup's chest, using him as leverage to rock her hips up and down his length.

She started slowly, raising herself up so that he was barely inside her, before lowering herself down again. She gradually picked up speed, changing the depth and speed of her movements. As she started to grind her pelvis against his, Hiccup moaned and closed his eyes again, dizzy with wanten need. Astrid grabbed his neck behind his ear;

"Babe, I want you to watch," she purred, her voice low and seductive.

Hiccup opened his eyes. Astrid caressed his bottom lip with her thumb. Eyes never leaving hers, he pulled her thumb into his mouth, biting gently. Astrid gasped quietly, the corners of her mouth raising in carnal amusement. Hiccup winked playfully and licked her thumb once more as she trailed it over his lip.

Astrid sat back further, removing her hands from his chest. She raised her hands to her breasts and massaged them, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Hiccup gripped her thighs tighter, overwhelmed by the sight and feel of her. His mouth was slack, breaths coming in ragged pants. As Astrid massaged her breasts and pinched her nipples, Hiccup looked down to where their bodies were joined. He watched as she lowered herself onto his hardness again and again. He could see her glistening wetness covering him, and he dug his fingertips into her supple flesh, certain there would be bruises there tomorrow.

Astrid was practically bouncing on his cock, grinding against him each time she impaled herself in him. Her hands were everywhere; in her hair, on her chest, her belly, grasping at her neck, pinching her swollen nipples. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open slightly, moaning and whining with each gasp.

"Gods, Hiccup. You feel so good," she gasped. "Ah..Babe...Mm."

He was so close. Watching her ride him, moaning desperately, her hands everywhere. He thrust up into her slightly and she cried out, leaning back and resting her hands on his legs behind her.

"Gods," Hiccup moaned, feeling the beginnings of her orgasm, her slick heat starting to tighten. He continued to thrust into her, watching as she teetered on the edge of oblivion. He let go with one hand and thrust it between her legs, rolling her swollen clit between his fingers. He rubbed it for a few moments as he snapped his hips up into hers. Astrid swore loudly, her body tensing as she clenched around him.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Hic-Hiccup!" He worked her through her orgasm. Her legs shook and she gripped his arms tightly. The feeling of her squeezing around his length drove Hiccup to his own end.

"Astrid!" he choked out, his heart racing. He tensed as he pulled her down tight. His hips stuttered as he poured himself into her, his vision going black for a moment.

As Hiccup slowly came back from Valhalla, Astrid and fallen over and laid next to him. Both were breathing in quick pants with their eyes closed. Once Hiccup's breathing has slowed to a normal rate, he looked at his wife. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her eyes shut tight as she tried to will her breathing to slow. He reached out with one hand and gently caressed her cheek. She opened her eyes and smiled at him, nuzzling his hand. He looked at her with adoration and awe.

"Told you we were gonna be late," he teased, smiling at Astrid.

"You really seem broken up about it," she replied, sitting up.

"Low blow! You know that my focus is to my people!" he joked.

"True, but the rest of the village doesn't join you in bed." She stood up and gathered her clothes.

Hiccup shuddered. "Ugh. Snotlout or Gobber in bed? No thanks."

Astrid laughed. "I'm sure they'll understand."

Hiccup sat up and reattached his prosthetic before standing and gathering his clothes. Astrid had already pulled on her leggings and was binding her breasts as Hiccup started to get dressed. He thought about how much he would rather spend all day in bed with Astrid instead of going to a feast. He watched her as she got ready. She pulled on her tunic and sat down, running a brush through her hair. Hiccup walked over to her and took the brush out of her hand and dragged it down her long gold locks. He loved Astrid's hair. He loved the way it felt slipping through his fingers, or wrapped around his hands. He loved how it created a gold curtain when Astrid hovered above him, her face inches from his. He loved the way it glowed, especially in the firelight. He sketched it frequently, the way it blew in the wind, or cascaded over one naked shoulder, or how it clung to her forehead after lovemaking.

Once Astrid was satisfied her hair was free of tangles, she took the brush from Hiccup and set it down. Then she began braiding her hair, pulling in sections and adding them to her braid.

"You're staring, Haddock," she chastised, looking over her shoulder at Hiccup. He blinked, realizing that he had been staring, watching her fingers as they wove the flaxen strands into a complex braid. When she was done, she tied the braid off with a small strip of leather, and then affixed her kransen across her forehead.

Hiccup picked up his mantle, and reached up for the pins, when a smaller, more slender hand stopped him. Astrid used the two bronze disks to attach the fur cloak to his leather vest, smoothing the shoulders when she was done. He smiled at her, and she gave him a sly smile in return. He went and picked up her white fur, bring it back. He used the bronze pins to fix her cloak to her tunic, being careful to not prick her skin or damage the fabric. When he was done, he cupped her face and pulled her in for a gentle kiss, feeling Astrid place her hand on his chest.

"Well," he said, "we shouldn't keep the village waiting."

"We could," Astrid suggested, the corner of her mouth raised in a smirk.

He laughed, and taking her hand in his, the two left their home and made their way to the Great Hall.