A prompt brought up by the sneaky Kumiho-Kitsune! This is all your fault. Is the title obvious enough? :)

Anyway, I sort of did a bit of an experiment with this chapter, so please, people - let me know if something sounds weird, because I have half a mind of rewriting that part so it sits right with the rest of the text. It's more of a grammatical issue than anything else, I guess?

Anyway - warning for NSFW (Not Safe for Work - smut, if you will). Hiccstrid drabble. - ((Thank you for the warning - RATING CHANGED TO MATURE))

Summary: Astrid quickly grows quite fond of her new weapon.

Axe to Grind

Astrid quietly, stealthily ambled up to her distracted boyfriend as he hammered away at some hot metal. It was warm inside the forge, yet he wore a tunic which covered his arms, leather gloves and an apron to safeguard his hands and chest. He hadn't secured the apron too tightly, she noted.

It was the perfect timing; her frozen hands shot up under the hem of his tunic, her palms and fingers completely pressed against the hot skin. She slid her hands from the small of his back all the way up to his shoulder blades, and basked in the stifling warmth.

On the other hand – and understandably so – Hiccup didn't react very well to the sudden jolt of invasive cold creeping up his spine. He yelped loudly as he nearly dropped the heavy hammer, his back arching and his arms flailing about as he jumped around, trying to dislodge whatever it was that had so rudely invaded his personal space.

"Gaaaahhh! ASTRID!," he barked angrily, sparing her an aggravated look as he rubbed his back, wanting to shake off the unpleasant sensation. "You startled me! Please, don't do that when I'm working! And this isn't funny," he added when he noticed her gleeful little smirk, "I could have broken my one good foot." Hiccup waved the potentially hazardous hammer in his hand, pointing it to the endangered foot.

"I'm sorry! I couldn't resist!" she said, biting back a giggle. "My hands are so cold, and you looked hot enough to…" Astrid stopped when she realized what her words were about to sound like. She cleared her throat, ignoring Hiccup's arching eyebrows and curving lips, and rubbed her hands together as she casually paced around his workspace.

Thankfully, he decided to ignore the embarrassing statement, and instead turned back to his task. "I take it you're here to pick up your new axe?"

"Yes, please."

"I'm almost done with this sword. Just give me a sec, I have to change and then head out."

Astrid nodded, still smiling. "I'll be waiting outside, then." She walked away from him, making her way out of the forge while humming tunelessly.

And yet, for some reason, she did not leave. Instead, she sat down silently to watch him work the metal, absent-mindedly fixing her braid while she waited.

As the years went by, Hiccup's movements had become swifter, more precise. And while he wasn't as broad or powerful as their peers, all that flying and working at the smithy – and, more recently, sword fighting – had finally granted him the strength he'd always seemed to lack. But this was his own kind of strength; one could say it was even somewhat elegant.

Well, in all honesty he'd always been more… graceful than other Vikings. At the very least, he had always been less brusque, less crude, more gifted with delicate and precise tasks than all the others of his kind. Hiccup had always bothered with the smaller things; his fingers were nimble and skilled and he certainly had an eye for fine details, not to mention the coordination to go with it.

So Astrid observed him now, her mind roaming almost aimlessly with these little thoughts. She appreciated his rhythm, the precision with which he hit and flipped the metal; continuously, never stopping. Hiccup was definitely focused on this, engrossed as he always was whenever he had a task at hands.

His auburn hair clung to his forehead, rivulets of sweat dripping from his lightly bearded chin. With half-lidded eyes and a slightly open mouth, his steady breaths came out in groans whenever stone was about to connect with metal, whenever his arm and back arched together to bring down the mallet's heavy weight.

He probably thought he was alone by now; she had never heard him sound like that before. There was something primeval about it, something vaguely wild even, something Astrid couldn't place her finger on… Whatever it was, it tugged away at her chest, fluttering and flickering, threatening to spread further down her body.

When Hiccup was done, he plunged the red-hot metal into a basin of water; there was a hiss, a column of white steam climbing up through the still air. He removed his gloves and apron, placing them upon a work table, and then his fingers gripped the hem of his shirt. He pulled it over his head and used it to wipe the sweat from his face, from his neck and collarbone, from between his shoulder blades, before tossing it to a corner.

Astrid remained quiet – although she was anything but still on the inside – her eyes now riveted to his figure as he moved around, unaware of her gaze. She had, of course, seen Hiccup's bare upper body before. It was the context that changed the way she looked at him... but not only that, she admitted. He was taller now, and his shoulders wider. His chest was fuller, his arms shaped by lean muscles. His jawline was sharper, his hands larger.

She noted all the details: the freckles on his chest and back and arms; the lithe muscles shifting beneath taut skin; the reddish hairs blossoming upon his chest, covering his forearms and, more interestingly, the ones that surrounded his navel and teasingly disappeared under the edge of his trousers.

Astrid's hands tensed and twitched at the thought of her fingers trailing down that path, of finding what lie under the fabric and take hold of it. She shuddered as her thighs pressed together, only intensifying the growing heat and pressure, and for a moment she imagined it was him she was arching up against, and not just the table top.

There was no denying the changes they had both gone through as they aged. Hiccup wasn't the skinny boy she'd fallen for… and she was a girl no longer. Astrid herself felt a sort of thrill over the way her widened hips and thighs caught his attention. She had noticed, no matter how much Hiccup tried not to let it show; and she wondered if his mind ever delved into these sorts of thoughts, like hers did.

Hiccup took something from behind the counter – an axe. It was brand new, and Astrid was sure it looked impressive, but right now her eyes were solely, utterly dedicated to watching him.

With his left hand Hiccup tested its weight, swaying it loosely. Unexpectedly, he swung the axe across the air, cutting an unseen enemy in half. The thought of seeing Hiccup actually use an axe in battle only further intensified Astrid's fantasizing. Both his hands on the handle now – he cut through the air again, and she wished his hands would touch her body with the same determination and skill.

He raised the axe above his head and spun around, the muscles of his chest and arms hardening with the graceful movement, and –

"Astrid?" And just as quickly as that, the spell was broken. For the second time that day, and once again by her fault, Hiccup nearly dropped a very dangerous weapon on himself. "Odin's balls, woman! Would you please stop startling me when I'm handling objects that could, you know, maim or kill me?"

Astrid cleared her throat and hopped off the table as casually as possible, trying to dull down the throbbing between her legs with thoughts entirely unrelated to anything remotely sensual.

But looking at her half-undressed boyfriend, who held an axe in his hand and donned a serious look on his face, wasn't really helping her in that department.

"Sorry," she said, but in all honesty she was only sorry she got caught. Oh Gods. What if he thought she was peeping?

… Which she was, but that was beside the point. Astrid shrugged airily, "I just felt like sitting down while I waited."

Hiccup stared her square in the eye and squinted; Astrid held her gaze, not wanting to be the one to break eye contact. After all, he could interpret it as embarrassment or something and, in any case, it proved easier on her aching loins to stare away from his body.

Eventually, Hiccup awkwardly handed her the axe; he was obviously not entirely comfortable with his state of partial undress. Astrid took it, distractedly feeling its weight and balance, hoping she wasn't as visibly flustered as he was.

"So…" he began, his arms shifting about as he had no idea what to do with them; he settled for crossing them sheepishly against his chest, his speckled shoulders twitching slightly as he shifted about. All the poise and grace from the previous moments had dissipated as the sensual, purposeful Hiccup soon fell back into an endearing, clumsy Hiccup. "You wanna test it out?"

"You already –", thorsdamnit, she had to clear her throat again. "That's fine, I'll test it out tomorrow. It's late, so, um… Thank you." One hasty step forward, one quick appreciative peck on his lips, and she would hopefully leave all her troublesome thoughts back at the forge.

Hiccup barely even had time to close his eyes. He stood there stiffly, frowning at Astrid, who simply maintained her unpreoccupied air best she could.

"Whoa, wait a minute," Hiccup called out, his bare arms outstretched sideways in protest. "So I make you a brand new axe, then you nearly cause not one, but two accidents," he put up two fingers in the air, as if she needed further reminding, "and that's all I get? C'mon!"

Astrid didn't want to giggle, but she did; Hiccup almost looked serious, if it wasn't for the way his mouth curled before he leaned in to kiss her, both his hands cupping her face gently. His lips were wet now, warm and soft, his tongue timid yet playful against hers. She kept her fingers tightly curled around the axe's handle, to keep them from latching on to his skin.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Milady," Hiccup whispered, planting one last kiss on her forehead. Astrid would have hugged him, if she didn't fear she would be unable to pull her arms back.

"See you tomorrow… Little Chief."

"I hate it when you call me that," Hiccup deadpanned, but smiled nonetheless.

Astrid woke up with a jolt, her eyes darting around the dark in confusion. She was sweating copiously, her breathing laboured and her lips still quivering, her hips wrenching aimlessly against the empty air. The stifling heat trapped under her sheets would usually be bothersome, but this time it only helped prolong the vivid sensations from her fantasy.

A dream... It had only been a dream, but it had felt so real to her. If she closed her eyes, Astrid could still see his face; Hiccup's face, lips parted as he growled with each thrust, bare shoulders and arms tense as they held his weight above her. She groaned, then, frustration getting the best of her.

She tried taking deep breaths, tried to wait it out, tried to direct her mind into safer thoughts, but this Hiccup was going nowhere. Unclothed, his weight crushing her against the bed, the sweat of his skin blending with hers, his hips trapped between her thighs as they both moved roughly together. Just the thought of it caused her legs' muscles to spasm; it was mildly exasperating, to say the least.

How could she possibly feel it so intensely, when they had never gotten involved like that?

Astrid turned and shifted in her bed, gripped her pillow, kicked her sheets, inhaled and exhaled deeply, but it was all in vain. Her roaming hands found her axe under her pillow, and for a moment she considered going outside to practise…

No. In reality, she didn't want to go outside. She didn't want this feeling to go away. She wanted to give in to it, wanted to ride it out and feel amazing. She wanted Hiccup, so badly… so badly.

In her vision, Astrid's hands were no longer hers – they were his.

His were the fingers that ran deftly across the hilt of the axe, tracing its texture and gripping it into his strong, firm clasp. Hiccup built that weapon himself, forged and sharpened each of its blades, prepared the wood and engraved it, all from scratch. His hands were all over it as he created it, and also as he tested it out bare-chested, thinking he was alone inside the forge.

Astrid drew the axe from under her pillow, eyeing it with a sense of wonder… and excitement. A thought crossed her mind. She acted upon it quickly, lest she let any intrusive sense of propriety change her mind. Careful not to cut herself on the sharp blades, she positioned the axe's handle between her legs and pushed it away, its dangerous head at a relatively safe distance from her body.

Cautiously – testily – Astrid pressed the wood against that sensitive spot between her legs; then she ground upon it oh so tenderly, looking for the right angle…

She found it. A jolt of pleasure surged inside of her; her loins thrummed and throbbed with anticipation. Her heart was soaring now, beating frantically against her chest – a flame stirred in her belly, in the inside of her thighs, underneath her navel.

Eyes closed, mind about to wander, she let out a deep breath; ragged, pleading, urgent. Hiccup was there in bed with her, under those sheets, kissing and biting her lips desperately.

Her left hand caresses the wood with passionate intent; she now holds his cock trapped between her fingers, and with a few soft strokes she makes him groan into her ear.

Her right hand is his; he touches her thighs through the fabric of her leggings, pinches her ruthlessly, unyielding in his intent to feel her. Hiccup's hand roams under the hem of her shirt, hotly trailing her stomach, his palms soon upon her breast. He squeezes the hardened nipple between his fingers, and Astrid moans delightfully.

It is his hand that slips under her leggings, over her heated folds, to find her undeniably wet – dripping, sticky, sultry with yearning. His fingers easily slide across her inner lips, grazing her sensitive spot, stroking her in urgent motions.

Astrid doesn't care that she's whimpering, she doesn't care that he sees her like this, so lost and hot and despairing for his touch. She wants him to see her, exposed and raw; giving in to him, and him alone – with no hesitation, no second thoughts.

She arches – into his hardened cock, into his hand – as his fingers flick her clit, as they ever so slightly press at the entrance of her sex, never once slipping inside entirely.

But she wants him to; oh, how Astrid wants him, all of him, deep inside. Her mind reels with the thought of it, and now everything is a blur. Nothing makes sense anymore, except for the waves of pleasure crashing down on her, weakening yet empowering. Blood rushes to her head as her juices rush to her centre, overflowing Hiccup's hand with sleek wetness; her head spins with the most delightful dizziness.

He doesn't stop. He won't stop. He can't stop. She doesn't let him. It happens all in a haze, vivid yet distorted, imagined and yet so real.

Astrid is riding him, now; pinning him down on the bed as she grinds mercilessly upon his hardness, kissing him nonstop in senseless passion, gasping wordless cries into the nape of his neck. His tongue traces her earlobe, down her neck, across her shoulder, moved by greed and lust.

Hiccup tells her how much he wants her, says how often he'd wished for this moment, recounts how many times he'd fantasized about her. His voice is low and raw with desire; his breath hot and ruthless against her skin. He speaks, whispers her name, as his unremitting fingers bring her ever closer to the brim.

A surge builds up inside of her, threatening to explode. She lets it; she wants to be overwhelmed. She wants Hiccup to know he's the cause of it. She wants to tell him – to thank him for the ecstatic, overbearing pleasure he's giving her.

He has to know how much she loves him.

Astrid urgently whimpers Hiccup's name into the hot, still air. Over and over again, like a mantra, until her body stops shaking and goes entirely limp. She calls out to him – because she wants him to hear it, even though he isn't there.

END

Ta-dah! New axe, for no good reason. Or maybe there's a reason. Maybe something happened to Astrid's mom's axe, who knows - heck, I might write about it. But it seemed... weird, for things to 'go down' with her mom's axe, you know? So. Yeah. XD

Reviews are most welcome. :3