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A/N: Okay, sorry guys for this rather late update! It was a crazy weekend with hardly any time to write at all. But at least chapter 9 didn't end on some too mean cliffhanger for once so I hope you survived. ;) And I got asked whether I could upload a picture of Hiccup and Astrid's flat in this story. Because the...erm... funny thing is, I actually have one... xD For those who are interested: It is on my Tumblr shipmistress9
And another thing: I'm sorry to tell you that I had to activate the filter for Guest reviews again. I got a bunch of reviews that, in my eyes, could only be called spam or trolling, superficially or unrelated comments and I honestly don't want those comments on my list. So, what does that mean? For tom80 and other unregistered readers: feel free to keep commenting. I'm reading it all and am going to approve all sensible comments as soon as I have the time. I just want to keep my review list free of trolls! ;)
To harrypanther: I'm especially sorry in case you were waiting again. And I hope this will be able to make up for the wait. :)
To GrzMik: Not sure I understand... Did the update make it to you? Sometimes it takes ~half an hour until is's correctly updated on all platforms. (browser + app)
To beautifullove521: Glad to hear you like my story and sorry this took so long!
To CB73: As always, your comments made me smile a lot. And for once for another reason in addition, you'll see ;)
To Lizby: You might have to wait for the epilogues...
To BrawlerGamer: Here you go for Hiccstrid. You might have to wait for karma though.
To IcyForest: WOAH! again, thank you for your awesome reviews! I can't even say how much it means to me that you took your time to review every chapter separately. Honestly, thank you soooo much for that! :D And I'll try to answer whatever I can and what hasn't gotten answered already...
Where to start? Oh, right. Smut in chapter seven. I actually consider that the first real smut in this fic at all. Maybe Astrid touching herself in chapter three but the rest is so vague, for me, it doesn't even count xD
As for reputation: This entire story is inspired by this album. It started when a very good friend pointed out Gorgeous to me and I made an AMV to that song. But it only got 'worse' when I got to hear the entire album and this idea wouldn't leave my head again. So, yeah, basically, Astrid's playlist here is reputation ^^ I am sorry to say though that even Heather is kind of inspired by one song. But don't tell that to anyone or I might get into trouble... And I thought the same about King of my heart. For a while, I had another use for that line in mind but then this popped up and it just fitted perfectly.
As for the complete Hiccstrid smut... well... O:-)
And never be sorry for your fantastic reviews! I enjoy them greatly, thanks again! :D
Ah right, upcoming stories... I have none in mind, yet. There are going to be at least 2 epilogues to this and then there are going to be also 2 more epilogues for my story 'What it means to be Chief' But be assured, as soon as I have another idea, I'm writing again!
To Berry: Ah, the bet... There's going to be more about the bet and all in one of the epilogues. But as for the three months: I had a fairly concrete timeline in mind for this story but after your comment, I realised that I never actually mentioned how much time exactly passed between the chapters. So, here you go:
Between chapter 3 and 4 are ~4-6 weeks. Enough time for Heather to see Astrid as a threat, gather some information and pass them to Eret to use on her.
Between chapter 4 and 5 are again ~6 weeks. The point is, that Heather HAD to come along to the cinema as that date was only a few days before her set goal. Everything that happened afterwards was just further milking Hiccup's wallet and coming up with a good reason to end the relationship on her terms. Hence the staged film night with Eret getting Astrid off in front of Hiccup's eyes. She'd hoped for any reaction to this play and she got it...
And I see your point about the espresso machine... Maybe I'll build it in somewhere after all... xD
To tom80: Yeah, Ice cream and Bailey's is a great combination! Although, it depends on what ice cream you have. Strawberry and other fruity types probably won't work but with Vanilla it's great. And other types like Chocolate, Hazelnut or cappuccino and the like work well, too. ;)
To MidwestMexican: Yes, she did... O:-)
To Guest: Not sure why Hiccup shouldn't buy her profession of love but hey, that's your opinion. The rest...
To Katveena: Epic sex... you tell me xD
And to my dear lady: Yes, I had to. Sorry, not sorry. Again, all your fault! :P But you should know me better than to expect a drunk sex cliché... I hope this will be okay then.
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Astrid woke with a grimace at the awful taste in her mouth, and, unfairly, still tired. With a low groan, she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and tried to pry them open. It was hard, but eventually she was able to squint around carefully. Even the dim light pouring through the closed curtains seemed to be too much for her. It took a couple of minutes before her mind started to work well enough to begin to comprehend her surroundings.
She was lying in her bed, in her room, wearing her dressing gown over her jogging trousers. And she was alone.
Strange... she could have sworn... Her dazed gaze wandered through the room and took in various random details as she tried to wake up completely. Like the unusual pattern the light threw against the walls and the odd noises coming from somewhere else in the flat. Carefully, she pushed herself up and tried to remember why she felt so weird. It was all a blur.
Her gaze wandered to her alarm clock on her bedside table and she frowned. That couldn't be right! Three o'clock? It was way too bright outside to be in the middle of the night, this...
With a start, Astrid understood what this meant and she shook her head, laughing slightly at herself. And then stopped again. Had she honestly slept through half of the day? She couldn't remember that ever happening before.
Her eyes wandered past her phone, the notification light blinking, to land on the objects on her bedside table. There was a bottle of water, an empty glass and two pills of Aspirin. A bemused smile crept across her face... and then she remembered.
Everything!
The events of the day before came crashing down on her all at once, and it was almost too much.
Hiccup's kiss and how she'd slapped him.
Eret and Heather.
How she'd somehow made it home and had broken down.
How Hiccup hadn't been there and the endless hours of crying until he came back after all.
How he'd listened and had comforted her and...
Her hand fluttered up to land on her suddenly rapidly-beating heart. Yes, she remembered what had happened afterwards. She just wasn't so sure if she wanted to.
"Oh, Gods..." she groaned and buried her face in her hands. Had she honestly...? Well, she could always blame the Bailey's... But deep down, she knew that was only a sorry excuse. Falling asleep on Hiccup's warm chest had been wonderful, and the things that happened before... well... There was no point in pretending she hadn't enjoyed that either.
For a long while, Astrid sat unmoving in her bed and tried to get some order into her head. The image of Eret and Heather popped up in her mind, kneeling on the bed she'd planned to spend the night in and grinning derisively when they spotted her in the doorway. They hadn't even paused, had just kept fucking. And they'd kept at it until Heather's fulsome cry had torn Astrid out of her stupor. Then she'd wanted nothing more than to get away as fast as she could, but her legs had been too weak and her head had been too dizzy to walk straight anymore. It had taken her ages to get away from them, their jeering comments haunting her even long after she'd driven off.
Astrid closed her eyes and pushed these thoughts aside. They weren't worth her tears or her pain. Last night, she'd cried enough for an entire lifetime, she would not cry any more!
Although truth be told, not all tears had been for them... When she'd finally made it home, she hadn't even thought twice about it and had immediately looked for Hiccup. She'd needed to tell him. Tell him that he had been right, that she had been wrong, that.. everything. Needed to see him, see his comforting face. But he hadn't been there... Their flat had been empty. Then Astrid had remembered what happened earlier. Not just that he'd kissed her... but also that she'd slapped him.
That she'd turned him down once more.
It had been the last bit, the last push. To think her stupid reaction had driven him away again, surely completely this time. Because he'd kissed her! This man who never willingly kissed anyone had kissed her and she'd turned him down. And when she'd come back to apologise... Of course, he'd been long gone! He'd probably done what he always did when she turned him down; he'd gone to the club and looked for someone else. She'd destroyed everything!
Or so she'd thought...
It had been too much for her then. For hours, she'd curled up on the sofa with ice cream and Bailey's, watched City of Angels on repeat.
...one kiss of his mouth... Gods, she'd had that but it wasn't enough. It would never be enough...
And then he'd come back! His hair had been dishevelled and his shirt crumpled but not as if he'd had sex. And he'd been so good to her, so gentle and caring, just like he always had been. The painful months of distance between them had melted away into nothing and when she'd sat in his lap with his arms around her and his warmth soaking into her, she'd felt like she was home.
Astrid wrapped her arms tightly around her chest as she relived those last memories. How he'd kissed her again and how she hadn't turned him down this time. How he'd looked at her after she'd taken off her bra, surprise and worship in his hungry eyes. The sensation of his restricted cock against her covered clit. And he'd said that he didn't think her horrible, that... that he wouldn't need to get paid to be with her?
And yet, he hadn't slept with her.
He'd said she was drunk... But Astrid hadn't felt drunk! It had just felt so right and she didn't even have a hangover now. She hadn't been that drunk, right? Although, considering how angry she'd been at that bottle for suddenly being empty...
She groaned and ran her fingers through her hair. She was bewildered. Discombobulated. Utterly baffled! The pain over how Eret and Heather had tricked them still burned in the back of her mind, but far more pressing was the question of what, exactly, Hiccup felt for her. Could it be? Had he really meant his words like that? That he wanted to be with her? And the kissing... He didn't do kissing... Had he kissed her because he wanted more than just sex? Or was that just wishful thinking on her part? But, Gods, it had felt good!
Evewntually deciding that brooding wouldn't get her anywhere, Astrid crawled out of bed. She hesitated, but then reached for the bottle of water which Hiccup must have placed on her bedside table - for her. After the first sip, she gulped down the rest eagerly. The pills, however, she left, not feeling like she needed them. Placing the emptiy bottle back on the bedside table, her gaze drifted over to her phone. She took a deep breath at the sight of the indicator light. More messages? Did she dare to read them? The first few she'd read last night had been horrible enough and she definitely could live without reading anymore like that. But hadn't Hiccup deleted those messages and blocked their numbers?
With shaking fingers, Astrid reached for her phone and pushed the small button on the side. The lock screen lid up and told her that she had one new message. Only one? Gathering her courage, she unlocked the screen and held her breath as her phone loaded.
Hey! Can we talk? Please?
H.
Astrid stared at the text. At first, she thought this was Hiccup's way to ask if she was awake yet, and whether she would want to talk about last night.
But a glance at the timestamp showed that wasn't the case; he had sent it last night... after she'd slapped him, and before he'd come home to find her in pieces. So he hadn't been at the club after all? Had he wanted to talk to her? Had he - perhaps - gone looking for her? Even after she'd slapped him? Her heart made some disturbing jumps at that thought and a shaky laugh bubbled up inside her. She looked up at her door; there were still occasional peculiar noises coming from beyond.
She glanced back at his message and couldn't help but smile. Yes, they should talk.
. o O o .
As Astrid left her room a few minutes later, having prepared herself, she finally recognised the strange noises she'd heard earlier. Hiccup was working in the kitchen and the weird part was that he was up before her. But of course, at three in the afternoon, even he would be awake already.
"Hey," she said hesitantly as she walked around the corner and saw him standing at the sink, cleaning up a cooking pot and some smaller objects. When he heard her, he turned and gave her the lopsided warm smile she loved so much.
"Hey," he answered in kind. "How are you? Slept well, I hope?"
Astrid sat down on one of the bar stools around the counter and tried to hide her confusion. How was it possible that he sounded so casual? As if nothing had happened? As if she hadn't tried to mount and ride him like a lunatic - as if he hadn't stopped her despite his obvious desire?
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, equally casual even though she felt anything but.
"That's good to hear!" Hiccup turned and bent to throw a glance into the oven. "I made lasagne. For later, in case you're hungry. For now, how about a coffee? Or would you rather have a glass of water instead?" he looked at her questioningly, openly, curiously, and without any judgement or hints of second thoughts.
"A coffee sounds good," she murmured and watched him as he turned and prepared her favourite mug for her. Was that it? Everything back to normal? Astrid bit her lip and swallowed. Sure, this was better than the distance of the past months but... But now, she knew what it felt like to kiss him and to feel his artist's hands on her skin and knew that she didn't want to go back to being just friends. She wanted more!
Astrid sipped at her coffee and watched him rummaging about, cleaning up, tidying up, and generally being busy. She hoped he would say more, bring up what had happened the night before but he didn't. He just kept being occupied, humming to himself and occasionally commented on unimportant things like how they had to restock the freezer soon or about a weird and unrelated comment they'd gotten on one of their pictures. As she reached the bottom of her coffee cup, Astrid decided that she'd had enough.
She stood up and stepped around the counter, grabbing a towel in passing and began to dry off the damp glasses coming out of the dishwasher. Hiccup barely reacted, just gave her a small smile and only once glanced at her bare legs beneath her dressing gown before returning to stowing away the plates.
"Hiccup?" she began hesitantly after a few minutes.
"Mmhh?"
"About last night..."
Hiccup paused, just for a moment, before resuming reaching for another plate. "Yeah?" he asked carefully and Astrid chickened out.
"I... I wanted to thank you. For listening and...and holding me. I...needed that...I guess," she mumbled awkwardly and only looked up at him when she noticed him looking at her in return.
"Anytime," he said with that warm smile on his face again. "And I mean that. I'm here for you whenever you need me."
Right. Because that was what friends did for one another. Hiccup let his gaze drop a moment later though, looking a bit uncomfortable.
"But... about yesterday..." Astrid's head perked up at his words and she caught the grimace on his face. "I... need to apologise! It was me Heather was after and you got caught in the crossfire. I'm sorry for that. They hurt you and that's my fault. None of this would have happened if..." Hiccup trailed off and gave her a torn look, biting his lip.
Don't say you're sorry! Astrid wanted to scream. Maybe he was right and her pain was just a casualty in this war Heather had fought, but she did have a reason for attacking her after all. Because she'd been right, they weren't just friends... right?
Right?
She had to know. Heather had lashed out at her because there was more between her and Hiccup than just friendship, wasn't there? Her hands were shaking but her eyes steadily rested on him and her voice was calm when she addressed him again.
"Hiccup... Why did you kiss me?"
Hiccup froze but then took a deep breath before he made a careful step toward her. His hand was shaking as well as he reached up to cup her cheek.
"I... because...," he stammered and came even closer. "I... I don't know... how much of last night do you remember? I mean—"
"Everything!" she interrupted him."I remember everything. I remember you telling me that Eret was cheating, I remember... you kissing me and me slapping you. I remember finding out that you were right... and I remember what happened when you got home, how... how you stopped me and I remember..."She looked down, not able to meet his gaze anymore. She remembered everything, even the words she'd mumbled against his warm chest.
Hiccup's eyes had widened and he swallowed. "I... I'm so sorry!" he said, angiushed. "I'm so sorry for not realising sooner! None of this would have happened if...," he paused again and leaned his forehead against hers."None of this would have happened if... if I'd realised sooner."
"Realised...?" she asked, her heart thudding with hope and fear in her chest.
"Astrid... I kissed you because I wanted to. Because I love you! I'm sorry it took me so long to realise it but I do. I love you! And I hope—"
He didn't get the chance to finish whatever he tried to say, as Astrid had her hands on his head and her lips on his mouth, cutting off the rest of whatever it was that he hoped. Presumably, that he hoped she loved him in return. She hoped kissing him with all the pent-up longing of months of waiting was enough of an answer. He loved her...
At first, he didn't move, didn't react but then, he wrapped his free arm around her waist and held her tight as he responded to her kiss. He loved her. Their lips parted and she could feel his tongue carefully sliding along hers, felt him seeking contact, seeking her. He loved her!
Astrid melted against his chest, wanted to get as close to him as was possible. Her feelings for him had been brewing for months—Hel, for over a year! She'd given him her friendship and had gotten his smiles and his kindness. They could have had each other's bodies at any time. But now... Hiccup loved her. Now, there was nothing that would keep her from giving him her heart as well.
"I love you, too!" she gasped in-between frantic kisses. "Gods, I do. I love you, Hiccup!" One arm was around his neck now and her hand was tangled in his crazy hair. She loved the low groans he made in the back of his throat as her fingernails scraped over his scalp. The noises made her lightheaded and she already knew she would never get enough of them, of him!
Practically of its own volition, her body moved with his, rubbing against him, seeking contact and friction. Her breasts against his chest. His leg between her thighs. It was maddening! Their mouths parted when their breathing got heavier and Hiccup's lips wandered down to her neck instead. His hot breath made the hair on her neck stand on edge and his tongue and teeth on her skin elicited a low whine she wasn't able to hold back. Her head began to spin lightly and slowly, she staggered back against the kitchen wall for stabilisation, pulling Hiccup with her.
Astrid tugged at his shirt and he shrugged it off with such eagerness that she would have laughed if she'd had the presence of mind for that. But instead, she got distracted by his lean torso, with lightly defined muscles and the freckles that dusted his skin wherever she looked. Last night, she hadn't had the presence of mind to fully appreciate him but now she did. And he was gorgeous!
Her hands and eyes glided over his skin, exploring him slowly, almost reverently. Hiccup gave her time, waited with his chest heaving and she could feel him tremble beneath her fingers. But when she reached the light trail of brown hair below his navel and the sensitive skin just above the waistband of his jogging trousers, he reacted after all. A stronger shudder ran through his entire body, his head dropped to her shoulder and he brushed aside the collar of her dressing gown, seeking her skin beneath.
"Astrid...," he groaned against her as her hands wandered further south, brushing over his restricted erection, "we don't need to—"
"Yes, we do!" she interrupted him, panting with desire. "Please, Hiccup... I want to!"
With a low growl, he pressed his bulge between her legs and his teeth sank lightly into her shoulder. His hand wandered down her front, seeking and finding the knot that held her dressing gown closed. With a quick movement he had it open and the fabric fell aside to reveal her naked body beneath. Astrid somehow grinned even wider. She had, after all, hoped for this to happen!
Hiccup gasped and then he retreated slightly, backing up and away from her - but it was to stare at her body and her eyes in turn, not to flee. And that made it perfectly alright. She was more than happy to let him appreciate what he saw. His lips moved but he made no sound, said no words. Then a smile crossed his face, and he leaned in to kiss her again, eagerly seeking contact once again. The sensation of his naked chest against her skin was overwhelming and it made her weak in the knees. Her hands landed on his hips for stabilisation but soon wandered further, beneath the fabric of his trousers and around him toward his butt.
Astrid couldn't help but grin against Hiccup's lips when she finally, finally had her hands on his gloriously firm ass. It had been worth the wait! Once again Hiccup groaned when she squeezed him tightly, but only once before pushing the fabric down. They both gasped when his cock was free and suddenly pushing against her belly, the leaking tip leaving a trail of precum on her skin. Curiously, she reached for him and hummed happily as her fingers closed around him. She felt his pulsing weight in her hand and, Gods, he was glorious! And hers... All hers!
Then she felt Hiccup's fingers between her legs, brushing over her clit and parting her folds. Without intending to, her head fell back against the wall and her back arched, seeking more of his touch. Her mouth fell open with a silent cry as he carefully nudged his fingers into her.
"So wet..." she heard him breath, pushing his fingers into her more firmly and she lightly pumped his cock to finally get him going. But instead of getting closer, as close as they could get, Hiccup retreated and made even attempts to step away. Astrid would have none of that! Her free hand grabbed his arm, fingers digging into his biceps. His eyes were dark and dilated as she looked at him questioningly.
"...need a condom," he explained, panting.
Oh. Right...
Well, she had come prepared.
"Pocket... Dressing gown..." Astrid gasped. She grinned as his hand darted to her side to scour the folds of fabric which still hung loosely from her shoulders, seeking the little foil square. It took him only seconds to find it, tear it open and sheath his cock. But then he suddenly paused.
"Are you sure?" he asked in a strained voice, his green eyes suddenly serious and Astrid smiled weakly. Gods, he was perfect. But the built up had been long enough. If she wasn't sure by now then she never would be.
"I am..." she breathed, nodding once and it was all he'd needed. Hiccup grabbed her rear, lifted her up a bit and pressed her back against the wall. A moment later, he was inside her and she couldn't help the embarrassingly desperate cry that escaped her.
The anticipation had built up for months and months, and it came crashing down on them both in that second. The moment he finally filled her, a thunderstorm of sensation crashed through her entire body. Lightning crackled through her, making all her nerves hypersensitive for him. She quaked and jerked and almost thought she might come from this first thrust alone. It felt amazing!
In front of her, Hiccup likewise shook and trembled. "Oh, Gods!" he growled, eyes glazing over for a second. "You're so... Astrid, you're—Nnngggoooods!"
Astrid fought to regain her senses, a little at least. She reached to brush aside his hair and tried not to wiggle too much in his hold. But, Gods, she needed him to go on!
"Hiccup!" she whined pleadingly and couldn't keep her hips from bucking against him any longer. Her legs were wrapped around his waist for further stabilisation but also to draw him in more deeply. What was he waiting for?
Just for her signal, as it seemed. Panting, he began to move, to thrust into her and to lift her up a bit to let her drop onto his cock again. Astrid helped as best she could, moving with him. They fit perfectly together. Every snap of his hips, every rolling of hers brought them higher and higher. The world around them seemed to fade into nothing as he pounded into her. Their breathing became harder and their skin slippier with sweat but they didn't stop moving. Astrid's hands were pulling at his hair and scraping over his back while Hiccup's mouth was on her skin, licking and sucking and biting into her neck, shoulder and collarbone. There would be bruises and scratches on both of them later but they didn't care.
"Hic—" came her torn gasp as she felt her climax closing in. She was teetering along the edge, clinging on to him for dear sanity by now. She needed the release so badly and at the same time never ever wanted this to stop.
"Gods, yes," Hiccup grunted. "Close..." he shifted a bit so that he hit her in a different angle that made his pelvic bone grind against her clit and she couldn't stand it any longer.
With a short high-pitched cry, she came on Hiccup's cock, fighting to keep her head up and her eyes on him. She wanted to see him, to share this experience with him and to irrevocably connect this moment with him. But it was so hard! Pleasure rushed through her in hot waves, melting her insides and burning with an intensity she'd never felt before. Her fingers deeply dug into his back as she desperately searched for an anchor against the seemingly endless flood of sensation. She felt as if her entire being was shattered and rebuild anew as she twitched in Hiccup's hold, clenching down on him again and again.
His nearly black eyes watched her and his thrusts carried her through her climax until his grunts became more frantic and he finally pressed into her as deeply as he could.
"Astrid!"
Her name on his lips almost sounded like a prayer. She could feel him inside her, condom swelling as he spurted into it. She was already slowly floating down again but watching and feeling him as he climaxed was almost as good as her own.
Gasping for air, Hiccup let her down to stand on her own feet a minute later. His hands rested heavily against the wall on either side of her head but he only took a few seconds' break before his lips came crashing back onto hers. It was as if his mind wasn't yet able to tell her what he wanted to say but she understood him nonetheless.
And she wanted to keep kissing him for the rest of her life.
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About two hours later, Hiccup and Astrid lay on their favourite sofa, limp limbs entangled with each other. After their first shared climax, they'd needed a few minutes to recover but it hadn't stopped there; the accumulated anticipation had been enough to fuel their body through two more rounds of intense lovemaking. Because that's what it had been, not just sex but making love. They had both felt the difference.
Now, they were lying cuddled into each other's arms, utterly spent and exhausted. Even sweaty as they were, they couldn't bring themselves to stand up and take a shower just yet. They were simply enjoying each other's presence too much.
"What are we going to do now?" Astrid asked after a while, her voice heavy with physical exhaustion and euphoric happiness.
"Cleaning up, I guess," Hiccup mumbled, his voice sounding about the same. "Us and this sofa. I fear it's a mess."
Astrid chuckled and hummed in agreement. "Not exactly what I meant, but yeah. Not the worst idea."
Hiccup was quiet for a few minutes, absentmindedly running his hand up and down her arm. "Then... maybe...," he hesitated and turned to look at her. His fingers traced the purple bruise on her collarbone he'd made there earlier. He'd marked her. "I think we could... make appointments to do our health checks early. Just think about the fortune we'd have to spend on condoms otherwise." He chuckled shakily. "You're on the pill anyway, so..." he trailed off when he saw her expression. Astrid gazed at him, eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and joy. Because she understood what he meant. She didn't answer though, couldn't do so in fact, so he resumed speaking when she stayed silent.
"Astrid, I want to be with you. Only you and no-one else. I'm yours. As long as you want me, I'm yours."
"Forever, then," Astrid breathed. It sounded cheesy and who knew what the future would actually have in store for them. But right now it was exactly what Astrid felt. She wanted to be with Hiccup, only with him forever and ever.
He pulled her closer to his body again and stretched to place another light kiss on her lips. Astrid had lost track of how often he'd kissed her in the last few hours and to be honest, this fact was exceedingly thrilling to her. Because he didn't mind kissing her. This fact alone proved how serious he was if nothing else. Astrid leaned in to return his kiss, playfully nibbling at his lower lip while she let her hand roam over his chest. She would never get enough of him!
"But that's still not what I meant," Astrid murmured a while later. They were cuddled up in each other's arms again and she'd been close to drifting off into sleep more than once already. There was this one point, however, this one thing that kept nagging in the back of her mind. It was a point she didn't really want to think or much less talk about but she knew they had to. If only to get it off their table.
Hiccup was silent; at first, Astrid thought he might have fallen asleep after all, or was waiting for her to explain what she meant. But then, after several minutes of pondering, he answered.
"We won't let them get away just like that. I don't think I can, not after what they did to you. There's no point in taking any legal means but...," He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'll think of something. There are a few people who still owe me a favour or other," he shrugged and shook his head. "I'll think of something!" he repeated after a pause. "But not now. Now, there's only one thing I want to think about!"
He rolled them around until she lay beneath him and crawled down a little to place light open-mouthed kisses onto the skin around her breasts. Astrid chuckled and hummed but couldn't keep from teasing him a little.
"About when we get to eat the lasagne you made? Or about how in Loki's three times forsaken name will we ever make it to the bathroom?"
Hiccup paused and then resumed placing kisses on her sensitive skin after mumbling some almost incoherent words.
"Okay, three things..."
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A/N: So, this is where the main part of this story ends. Main part here means the part I had outlined long before I started to write. Of course, it's not the end, obviously. I mentioned it before, there are going to be at least two epilogues. Expect fluff, smut and a bit of revenge. And if anyone has specific requests, just tell me about it and I'll see what I can do. ;)
Once again, thank you all for your awesome feedback and support throughout these slightly crazy two weeks. It was a Hel lot of fun! :D
And just like I did with 'What it means to be Chief' I'm going to mark this story as -COMPLETE- but will still update the epilogues here. Stay tuned ;)