YaAz97 - I feel bad too Valka is my absolute favourite! But for now there are lies.

FuntasticMe - haha that's amazing, with the other pairings I write I'm some peoples least favourite (looking at u homophobes) and I'm glad you enjoyed the shameless porn

BrawlerGamer - I do love my Cami character, everyone needs a mildly enabling kickass feminist friend. With regards to Drago and Gothi... that was sort of for my own lazy amusement after I already decided Cloudjumper was an owl (and Valka was gonna be like a crazy owl lady).

Hicc - the Brit is leaking through? Am I so blatantly British? Haha!

-HTTYD-

Hiccup did end up going home, taking a scenic run and touching his engine to cover fingers in oil smears. He hoped he wasn't looking too dopey and satisfied because holy Hel Astrid made him feel things he hadn't known were possible. He felt awkward and bumbling when trying to be assertive, dominant even, but Astrid responded so powerfully and so blatantly he lost himself in it too.

Then the deep urge to look into her eyes surged up, losing the rough and finding a new heat in intensity. Even in the limited light, her eyes shined and her skin glowed. Astrid was all soft moans and receptive body, that lazy post-orgasmic smile that gave him flutters.

His mother wasn't in the living room when he kicked off his boots, heading to the utility room sink for his grease-cleaning soap.

"Hiccup? That you?"

"Hey mom, got her working again."

"I'm glad. You've had some trouble with her lately."

Even if today's problem was imaginary, she wasn't wrong.

"Well, I've been using her a lot more with Cami and volunteering and taking Astrid home. I saw some of the parts are due replacing soon. Lucky I know the best places to order parts from."

Grabbing the washed-yet-stained towel, he dried his hands and looked at his messy nails. Astrid hadn't said anything, but maybe he ought to cut them. They were a constant trap for dirt and oil, he could see her logic in keeping them short to keep them clean. Though they were just long enough to scrape at his skin and leave trails of fire.

Gods, Astrid had completely turned his world over in three days. She had a head start with kissing and texting, but that night would haunt him forever even if he and Astrid burnt out next week. Natural compatibility was a rarity - he had it with Cami, but there was a fire lacking with her. It was sex. It felt good, and he still enjoyed it even after Astrid rocked his world but...

It was only Astrid that lit him on fire with a look.

"I'm glad you're home safe my boy."

His mother wrapped her arms around his body, cuddling him tight and Hiccup felt slightly guilty that she was touching him when he had worn the same things to have sex with Astrid less than an hour ago.

"Me too mom. I better go get ready for bed, you want to order dinner or shall I make something up quick?"

She ordered delivery while Hiccup changed into his pyjamas, then joined her in the living room to wait. He passed the time massaging ointment into his leg as he always meant to do every night, but often put off because he didn't like the scar there. Astrid had eased that concern, not only accepting and touching it but going so far as to compliment it because she liked scars.

"Is it bad tonight?"

"Not really, but I'm trying to do this more often rather than tough it out, hopefully it'll loosen up the scar because I don't want any more surgery. Or at least so it doesn't hurt as often."

He was done and sipping tea by the time their food arrived, both devouring enough bamboo shoots and coconut rice to feed a dragon but it was so good. Lazy and full, Hiccup kissed his mother's cheek and they both practically crawled to bed, stuffed. He checked his phone to find a text from Astrid, smiling to himself.

"Did you get in trouble? Because if you did I'm happy to take you over my knee."

"No, but you can still do it if you like."

"I'll hold you to that professor. Future note, never put your glove over my mouth if it's before we'll be seen. I only just noticed the red mark before my mom saw me and covered it with a fake yawn."

"Sorry! I didn't hurt you did I?"

"Nah, just a texture mark really. And it was so hot I wouldn't have cared if it did hurt."

"So long as you're alright. I need to sleep, I'm full of takeout food and got a lot of exercise today."

"Oh really? Glad to know I wore you out. Sleep tight stud."

"Sweet dreams Astrid."

Pulling up the picture of her winking, he felt the flutter come back again. Sighing to himself, he erased the days messages, then plugged in his phone and rolled over to sleep. He found himself missing the cuddles - Cami wasn't a cuddler, but then they never really spent whole nights together. Eat, sex, then separate beds. Hiccup had never minded that. But Astrid burrowed into his hold and made cute noises while she slept, and that had been nice. He fell asleep excited about seeing Astrid the next day.

She didn't let him start the day off easy; Hiccup had no sooner texted and told her he was at the college than she began with something thrilling and scary.

"So, we nailed a couple of my deep dark (haha not really they were my tamer ones) fantasies recently. Do you have any?"

Hiccup started to sweat nervously. He wasn't good at this game.

"Like what?"

He regretted asking that, because Astrid got graphic.

"I don't know. Dress up? Roleplay? Whips and chains? Submission? Or we could go kink-ier, like anal play or me pegging your cute butt? I mean, I'm not really submissive (you might have noticed) or shy (again, noticeable) but I could pretend to be while you rough me up. Come on!"

Hiccup couldn't breathe. Gods, Astrid was a walking wet dream in every way. However, he was still Hiccup and therefore awkward, flailing for an answer.

"I have no idea. I had never considered myself adventurous until you and your wicked ways of tempting me into alleyway sex."

"Well... make a list. I'll tell you one or two of mine. They are kinda the same thing, just location variation since both involve me wanting you to toss me over something and have your wicked way. First being over your bike, the other being over your desk."

Cock pulsing with need in his jeans by now, Hiccup had to stop her before he was incapable of teaching a class or before he came in his pants.

"I have a class to teach, kindly hold that thought."

"I will if you will."

Cheeks warm and heart pounding, Hiccup resorted to a drastic measure of remembering his dad catching him masturbating at thirteen. Guaranteed boner killer. The images didn't leave his mind though.

Astrid kept going and Hiccup didn't look at his phone while he was teaching, knowing he would be in trouble if he did. The microsecond his students had left the room, Hiccup had his phone in hand.

"Any time you want to feed me your cock while you're wearing your leathers I'm game for it. Or any other time really."

"Trying to think of a typical male fantasy... what about me sucking you off until you come all over my boobs? That's usually popular."

"Heather made me promise we wouldn't fool around here, so I guess a quick romp in the bathroom is out of bounds. Shame, I always wanted to see the teachers bathroom."

Who was this girl? Hiccup's head was spinning; how could anybody be full of so much raw sexuality and still have those big blue eyes that looked so innocent when she was peering up at him with his cock in her mouth? Which apparently, she seemed to actively enjoy too. Hiccup hadn't even had the chance to go down on her yet, though he desperately wanted to. Feeling slightly ridiculous and awkward, he texted back with shaking fingers.

"I want to go down on you until you can't stand it any more."

"Damn, now I'm really mad we're at college. And that wasn't even one of my suggestions! Good man."

The next bell rang, admitting his next class into the room.

Astrid's class.

She was texting as she walked in, playful smirk firmly fixed on her face. Hiccup felt his leg vibrate, pulling his phone out and reading the text while opening a desk drawer for his lesson plans.

"You think I could fit under your desk to blow you without getting caught?"

He was way out of his depth with this nymph girl, but Hiccup would happily let her carry him away on a river of debauchery.

"You are not finding out."

"That a challenge or a dare?"

"No phones in class! Alright, lets move on to electrical safety. Jorgenson, put away the sandwich."

He couldn't let Astrid shake his professionalism. Not in class. Willing away his erection, Hiccup managed to stand up without any indecent exposure problems as he started drawing up on the board. The motion didn't seem as easily familiar; probably because he hadn't been drawing as much lately. He resolved to change that, especially when he had a volunteer for a live model in the girl who's eyes he could feel burning into his back.

Every time he looked at her, Astrid had a teasing little pout going on, like she was reminding him what she was offering in those sweet pink lips. He managed to teach the class without cracking, though as half of it was spent in near silence as they did worksheets and he graded homework, maybe that wasn't a huge achievement.

Piling their graded work up, he waited until everyone was ready to leave before calling each one by name. Astrid was on to him, not so much as blinking in surprise when he cleared the room except for her. Heather shot Astrid a clear warning glare, but couldn't exactly say anything without arguing with a teacher and outing her friend as she left.

"This where you tell me to behave in class again?"

Hiccup should. He really, really should.

"Depends if that's what you want me to do."

Astrid cocked her head, curious.

"What did you have in mind?"

He couldn't bring himself to say it, but Astrid saw through him easily.

"How long until your next class?"

"Half hour."

Gods, his voice was shaky.

"Easy. Just grab my shoulder if someone comes in."

"Will you stop?"

Astrid didn't answer, crawling under his desk and grabbing for his zipper. Small hot licks ran over his tip the second Astrid got him free, cock swelling and throbbing as this goddess hummed and tasted him hungrily. He still struggled with the idea Astrid wanted to do this so eagerly, and gods she was amazing at it. Leaning back when she yanked his hips forward, Hiccup was torn between looking down at those big blues or keeping an eye on the door.

When his hand made it's way to her head, needing to feel her soft hair beneath his fingers, Astrid moaned around him and the vibrations made his legs shake with pleasure. She peeked up through her eyelashes with her tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft, those teasing hands wrapping around his base or playing with his sack and Hiccup couldn't believe this was happening in his classroom.

The door rattled but didn't open, confusing Hiccup as he grabbed Astrid's shoulder and she slowed but didn't stop, tonguing his frenulum and squeezing his balls lightly. He had to bite his lip not to whine at the pleasurable feelings, staring at the door but unable to bring himself to make Astrid stop. His desk couldn't be seen from the door, but that didn't stop anybody from walking in. The door rattled again, then stopped.

Heart pounding as Astrid relaxed her throat and took him further down, Hiccup kept his eyes on the door until he was about to come, needing to watch Astrid bring him off. A guttural groan escaped him as he climaxed, Astrid swallowing it down without a flicker of hesitation and moaning around his hypersensitive cock.

He zipped himself up while Astrid crawled back out, smiling lips swollen as she sat on the floor regaining her breath.

"Only took a week to break your 'nothing at college' rule..." Astrid trailed off as her phone went off, face clearing into a laugh as she looked "ah, Heather locked the door. And said she's gonna kill me."

She wasn't wrong; Hiccup found himself incapable of resisting Astrid already. She stood up, surveying a still quivering Hiccup as he remembered how aroused she had been going down on him before. Astrid barely had time to blink before he stood up, pushing her forward over the desk and pulling her jeans down to expose that gorgeous ass and her cute green briefs that were more than a little damp.

"You gotta be quiet, ok?"

Astrid whimpered, twisting her head to look around at him before pressing her face against her forearm, effectively quieting herself. Hiccup was aching to fuck her right there, but he wasn't carrying condoms and they didn't have time to wait around for him to get hard again. Astrid was temptation in it's purest form, but he wasn't a machine. Trailing his fingers up her quivering thighs, he curved his hand to press up against her clit. Astrid moaned into her arm, pushing back against his touch.

Slipping his hand down in her briefs, he felt the tempting curve of her ass before reaching his goal and pressing a finger into her. Astrid was so wet there wasn't a hint of resistanc

e, and she made the most beautiful sound as he did so. Pulling out, he pressed back in with two and Astrid choked, pushing back as he fucked her with his fingers, feeling her spasm around him in a matter of minutes.

"Gods Hiccup, that was great. Thanks for checking off desk stuff... for now."

He helped her redress, though he heard her grumble about needing fresh underwear again and it fuelled the fire still burning in his belly. Accepting that rules were well and truly broken, Hiccup didn't argue when Astrid grabbed his t-shirt, kissed him thoroughly and stood back up properly.

"Sit at your desk and look like you're working while I go unlock the door?"

"Good plan."

Astrid sat on her seat again, short book on wiring looking like the most fascinating thing in the world to her as Hiccup went to open the door. Luckily, nobody seemed to notice he unlocked it and stepped out, heading to the bathroom and sending Astrid a "coast is clear" text.

"Promise I'll try to behave better at college now you've checked those off the list for me."

"You'll have to, because its painfully clear I can't deny you."

"Damn straight you can't. I can't resist you either, I was never such a whore-on-her-knees type before you professor."

"Hiccup?"

He put his phone back in his pocket, smiling up at Mala in the hallway.

"Hey Mala."

"Where have you been? I tried to stop by your classroom before and-"

"Oh, a student locked it. Prank, I expect. I was catching up on grading, must not have noticed until I needed to leave for the little boys room."

Mala nodded, her strangely intense 'dreamer' look taking over as she stared into the distance.

"What were you coming by to see me about anyway?"

"Oh, my nephew is planning to take motorcycle lessons. I thought you might have recommendations for a good start?"

"Oh, sure. I've got the card from my old instructors somewhere, would totally recommend them. I can recommend some good beginners bikes too."

"Thank you Hiccup."

His hip was vibrating again; Astrid must not be done torturing him.

"No problem Mala. I better get back and prepare for my next class."

He hurried off, hoping he had five minutes to eat an energy bar before class began again.

"Another blonde? You really do have a type."

"She was asking about motorcycles."

"Mhmm. Thinking about riding you like one."

"Her?"

"No, me."

Hiccup gulped, knowing Astrid was absolutely serious. He managed to chew on his sticky oat bar and drink some water before his next class, resolutely ignoring Astrid's texts for a while. She stopped eventually, ending with a "sorry, promised to try and behave" message. When he was leaving college, he had messages from both his mom and Astrid. Valka's message was to say if he wanted to head home and work on his bike some more, she didn't mind.

Astrid's was a complaint about having to work herself, so she couldn't join him to volunteer that day. Hiccup was glad, for once. Else he might have done the unthinkable and taken Astrid to his home, where his mother would kill him if she ever found out Astrid had been there.

How did this girl do it? Hiccup had only known her as more than a flirty student for barely a month, and yet he was totally thrown by her. Astrid... Astrid was his own personal high.

"Astrid, you promised!"

Heather was not happy.

"I know. And it won't happen again, I swear. I think we both just had to get it out of our system, but its not worth his job. Or his mom."

"She knows?"

Astrid sighed, taking a mouthful of beer and remembering Hiccup taking her to that club where they were just two people, not two people against dozens of rules and personal opinions.

"She knows I kissed him. Keeps a close eye on us when I'm volunteering and hates that he gives me a ride home."

"Well, she's not wrong is she?"

"No she's not, and I feel bad because he feels bad, but gods Heather I can't resist that leather bound beanpole."

Heather looked at her incredulously, but then she was in to Justin, who, in the nicest way possible, looked like he could eat Hiccup. They obviously didn't have the same taste.

"And thanks. For the door thing. You probably saved his job."

"But I shouldn't have to! You promised me."

"Look, he asked me to blow him and I did it. If you and Justin were fooling around at college I would totally cover for you. That's all this was, and I swear I won't do it again. At college, that is."

Astrid hadn't told Heather about the incredible experience of the previous night; Hiccup deserved some privacy regarding Heather and his secret kinky side was all for Astrid. Though he supposed Cami might have an inkling.

Heather rolled her eyes, taking a long pull on her cherry flavoured something or other. Astrid had to resist the urge to look at the healing bruises on her shoulders, or the fresh ones on her hip from Hiccup in the alleyway. She had to be careful about who saw her changing now, but it was so worth it.

"I won't turn you in, and I'll cover for you with Dagur so my brother doesn't go to jail for murder but... that's it. I still don't like it."

"I know. And... thanks."

Heather left to go home and get some sleep, leaving Astrid to laze on her bed waiting for Hiccup to text her. Heather was right; she had it bad for him. So, so bad.

Her mother came home, bustled around eating microwave spaghetti downstairs, stuck her head in to say goodnight and then headed to bed, leaving Astrid alone again.

"Sorry I've been busy, my girl needed some TLC."

"That Cami or your bike?"

"Bike. Just about to take her on a test run once I convince my mom to go to bed."

"Going my way Night Fury?"

"Is that safe?"

"Depends how you feel about sneaking in."

Astrid had to sort of hope this was a novelty thing, that she and Hiccup would actually be able to go more than a day at a time without some kind of sexual contact. Not that it wasn't amazing, but it wasn't exactly sustainable when they were a secret.

Showering quickly, Astrid climbed out of her window and grabbed the garden ladder - she doubted Hiccup could scale a house like she could, especially with his leg. Their back garden was a little terrible, but Hiccup wasn't there for that. He knew to come the way that wasn't past Heathersw front door, killing his bike to wheel in through her unbolted gate and leaving his helmet on the saddle.

"Is she safe here?"

"You'll be able to see her from the window. Get a move on - Dagur's room faces the back."

Astrid led him up the ladder, feeling very much like a teenage girl sneaking her boyfriend in as they landed in her room. Hiccup barely took his boots off before they were kissing like it had been days, not hours apart. He smelled like fresh air and leather and engine oil, somehow the most potent aphrodisiac scent there was.

"What about your mom?"

"Sleeping pills for insomnia. We could be next to her and she wouldn't hear a thing."

She got up to put on music anyway, hoping the neighbours wouldn't overhear them and tell her mother she had someone over. It was a conversation she didn't need. Hiccup kissed her deeply, then reached for his waistband.

"Still want this?"

"Gods, yes."

Hiccup watched her hungrily as she knelt down while he freed his cock, pressing it to her lips and groaning when she opened up, let him in. She wasn't even sure what it was about this, being used by him while he was still fully dressed in the leathers that made her wet on sight, but even the carpet scraping on her knees was arousing as he thrust in and out of her mouth. When he pulled back, she whined and leant forward to follow him.

"Take off your top."

Astrid almost tore it in her haste, skin tingling as he looked at her bare breasts before pushing his cock back in her mouth for Astrid's twisted, hungry need to taste him. He stopped again, stepping away and his face was clouded.

"Stand up?"

Astrid did so, confused until he moved her hand so he could examine her hip - the bruised one.

"Did I do that?"

"Yeah, so what?"

"Astrid, I don't want to hurt you, you should have told me!"

"Hiccup, I'm not sure if you remember the same night I did but I didn't have a single complaint last night, and to me they are just a hot little reminder. Now would you just let me suck you off?"

He pushed her to sit on the bed, apparently concerned about the floor now but he let Astrid get back to what she wanted, rocking into her willing mouth and moaning appreciatively when her hand stroked in time with her mouth. He even tasted arousing when he came, bitter and hot as he spilled down her throat and Astrid couldn't get enough. Before he pulled out of her mouth, he cupped her chin and stroked her cheek.

"Someone really broke the mould making someone as fucking perfect as you."

Letting him slip from her lips, Astrid licked teasingly at his cock and enjoyed his little growl. Hiccup stripped off his jacket and t-shirt, tucking his soft cock away then pushing her further up the bed. He crawled on top of her, apparently not shy about kissing her after her mouth had been on his cock.

He stroked the bruises across her hip gently, frowning.

"I don't like hurting you."

"Hiccup. I liked it. It was hot as fuck and if you did it again right now I would be just as thrilled. They don't even hurt, I swear."

He sighed but kissed her again and Astrid accepted it happily, enjoying their bare torsos pressing together and his hand rubbing over her waist and hip. It was so easy to forget they weren't supposed to be together when they fit so well, and when Hiccup smelled so good.

Hiccup's mouth trailed down, capturing her nipple and tormenting it with tongue and hints of teeth until Astrid thought she might lose her mind. Then he moved on to the other one, grabbing hold of her pyjama shorts and yanking those and her underwear off quivering legs.

"My turn now."

He whispered the words into her skin, hot and arousing as he kissed down her stomach, peppering his warm lips over the finger print bruises before smirking up at her as he settled between her thighs. Astrid had always felt oddly shy about this particular act, being appraised so closely and intimately but Hiccup was staring at her with hungry eyes and she already knew deep down that he truly cared about how she felt the whole time, not just pleasure but safe and secure too - he had checked on her every time so far.

"You alright?"

Green eyes soft with concern caught her gaze, realising she had been lost in her own head for a minute.

"Fine, just... tightly wound."

"I think I can help with that."

Hiccup wasted no time, nothing like a slow or gentle build up before he was devouring her and Astrid writhed so violently he clamped his hands on her thighs to hold her still. His tongue was merciless, setting off a relentless stream of curses from Astrid's mouth as he licked her clit, pushing his tongue inside her and her body tried to squeeze the intrusion, hold him there because it felt so good. He latched on and suckled gently, sending a quake through Astrid's body before making lazy circles with his tongue to slow the rush, stop her from getting all the way up.

Astrid fisted a hand in his messy, beautiful hair as he kept pushing her higher, only to back off before she came and it was incredible and cruel all at the same time. When he threatened to back off again, Astrid tugged his hair and growled, feeling him smirk against her before speeding up his tongue until Astrid finally shattered into a million pieces, felt her body shudder and spasm all over.

It took her a few minutes to let Hiccup go, the smug git smirking as he wiped his wet face down and rubbed where Astrid felt sure she should have torn out his hair.

"Damn, that was hot. You alright?"

"Asshole. That was awesome. Get out of those would ya?"

Hiccup complied, holding up the condom box in his pocket questioningly and tossing it onto the bed when Astrid nodded. Like Hel was she going to miss out on sex when he was right there and they were quite alone and safe. She watched him undress, enjoying the sight of his hard cock jutting out between those slender hips, then admiring his scar. Hiccup blanketed her body, warm and comfortable against her bare skin.

"I don't know what I did right in a past life that earned me a place in your bed."

"Do you only have the settings of dominant and artist?"

He frowned, unsure if he was being insulted.

"How do you mean?"

Astrid pushed him on his back, kneeling over his waist.

"I mean you're either kinda shoving me around or gentle as can be. I'm not complaining, it just makes you very..."

"Weird?"

"Unique. I like it."

Reaching for the box, Astrid sheathed his cock and straddled him properly, enjoying the awestruck look on his face as she sank down his length. Odin he felt bigger like that, stretching and filling her perfectly and letting out little huffing breaths and whimpers, reaching for her hips and holding her tight.

Hiccup sat up, wrapping his arms around her lower back and bringing that stupid cute face close enough for Astrid to kiss him as she rolled her hips, sliding up and down his cock. Hiccup gasped against her mouth, fingers clutching at her as his head dropped to rest against her chest. His breath condensed on her flushed skin, his hips slowly pushing up into hers.

"Gods Astrid, you feel so good."

Fuck, she loved the way his voice went low and guttural during sex already. It sent shivers down her spine, spreading out like lightning bolts of pleasure across her whole body. Astrid felt every thrust all the way to the tips of her toes, Hiccup's scarily powerful effect on her in full force as they rocked together on her bed.

Sweat beaded across her skin, mingling with his and loosening the purchase of their hands on each other as the heat built, Hiccup's mouth sucking the bruise on her shoulder afresh and calloused hands squeezing her ass to ramp her arousal up another notch. The climax washed over her out of nowhere, slow building and earth-moving as she fell apart in his arms.

"Sweet Freya Astrid, that was incredible."

"Really was. Mmm."

She managed to climb out of his lap, dropping heavily onto the bed and reaching lazily for her water bottle. Hiccup located her bin and ditched the condom, then joined her prone on top of the duvet.

"Do you need to leave right away?"

"Well I need to go home, but not this second. Why?"

Astrid hummed, lifted up his arm and placed it over herself as she laid her head on his chest, listening to his heart thump steadily. Hiccup didn't protest at all, playing fingers over her neck and shoulder gently as she curled into the side of his body.

"You normally a cuddler?"

"No, but maybe I want what it's tough to get."

"Maybe. I didn't think I was either. Then again, I feel like you've taught me a lot about myself already."

Astrid remembered Valka saying Hiccup rarely talked about things the way he had to Astrid, taking a shot.

"Tell me about your parents."

"You've met my mother."

"I mean... growing up. When they separated. It obviously still bothers you."

"Yeah, it does. Me and mom had the same reasons for getting away from dad. He always wanted more, and it was always, always that I just wasn't trying hard enough. I couldn't do sports after I hurt my leg, so I took up mechanics to impress him because he didn't like me drawing. Mom taught me to draw, she settled down after travelling to have me and dad always took it personal that she wanted to travel again when I was older."

"How come?"

"He took it to mean family life wasn't enough, when mom is just a free spirit. I opted for a motorcycle because it was easier than learning to drive a great big truck like him with a bad leg, and I fell in love with mechanics that way but obviously, dad took it to mean I wouldn't take over the shop because I was playing with bikes. I worked my ass off in the shop fixing cars and it was never good enough. Too slow, missed something, prioritised the wrong one."

Hiccup needed surprisingly little prompting to keep talking, slowly trailing off as he talked about his dad pushing him through recovery and physio for his leg until Astrid looked up and he had fallen asleep.

She ought to wake him, but he looked exhausted and peaceful so she figured he could use a little nap, then she would send him home.

Astrid forgot not to fall asleep herself, jumping when Hiccup sat up holding his phone, rubbing sleep out of his confused eyes. It was still dark out so it wasn't yet morning.

"Cami? Oh. Right. Yeah, thanks for covering for me. I'll uh, head home now."

Shivering slightly - they had fallen asleep on top of the covers naked - Astrid gratefully took the pyjamas Hiccup tossed her as he fumbled around for his clothes.

"My mom woke up and saw my bike gone, panicked it had failed me somewhere so called Cami. Cami assumed I was here and lied to my mom about me being there and saying my phone musta died, which it has. But she did promise to send me home."

"What does Cami do? She's awake weird times."

Hiccup's cute butt sadly vanished beneath underwear and riding trousers, followed by t-shirt and jacket. He leant up to look out the window, nodding to himself as he presumably saw his bike.

"She fixes computers. Means working weird hours because of long jobs and a lot of artificial light apparently."

"Mmm. Fair enough. C'mere."

Hiccup came closer so Astrid could kiss him, half asleep but wanting.

"I gotta go. Worth the sneaking out though."

She watched him out of the gate from her window, listening for the sound of his engine as he rolled a little up the street before starting up, then closed the window and burrowed under the covers. Her bed smelled like Hiccup, oddly comforting as she laid on his side of the bed and fell back to sleep the second Hiccup text her to say he got home and his mother was amused rather than suspicious. Crisis averted that day.

Dating her teacher was a freaking rollercoaster.

-HTTYD-

Oh look a super long chapter with large side dish of smut. Enjoy? Haha there will be more story I promise!