I.
The first few times are incredible, magical, unbelievable, magnificent, but also... unimaginably awkward. His lips start to tremble when he kisses her below her collarbone and she is suddenly very self-conscious about her body when she undresses in front of him.
She blushes and covers her breasts with her arms and it takes a lot of tender pecks and even more gentle strokes to make her feel a bit more relaxed, more open. They are absolutely sure about wanting to do it, they have talked about it. Well, they didn't exactly talk about it, but both of them had hinted about it. Sort of. And they think they know what they are doing, but there's a huge gap between theory and practice...
Yes, he knows that he should make her feel excited... His own excitement was never a problem, a suggestive wink from her is more than enough to make his pants feel awfully tight, but it's a lot harder to figure out a woman's level of enthusiasm. So he is looking for the clues.
The passion in her kiss. The way her body shivers when he touches her skin. The goose bumps. The moans when his fingers slip between her legs. The way she nibbles on her lips when he finds that little bundle of hidden nerves. Her warmth and her wetness.
He is on top for the first few times. His face is crimson and he is sweating buckets and after a couple of unsuccessful tries, it becomes quite obvious that he needs her help. Astrid's own damp fingers shyly lace around his hardness and she guides him to her entrance. He slips in slowly while worriedly looking at her face, watching for signs of discomfort or resentment. But she seems fine, she seems eager, she seems excited. Once he loosens up a bit, he tries to build up a rhythm that works for him and works for her.
Aaand... it's really hard. It's really hard to control himself. It's really hard not to let go of everything immediately. Her hot and tight core is killing him; it's all he has ever dreamed of, but when fantasy becomes reality, it makes him feel uncomfortable and tense.
He is concerned. He is concerned about his body, his performance, her pains and her pleasures and he desperately tries to make it work.
It's maddening how she clenches around him and it's wonderful when she moans after he unintentionally succeeds in brushing some sensitive spot inside her. He learns that she loves when he speeds up, but he clumsily slips out of her from time to time and he needs her help again with getting back inside and it feels awkward. Even worse that despite his best efforts, he finishes way earlier than he should. It's not like he leaves her hanging, after a very quick rest, he gets back to her and fulfills all her needs according to his best knowledge, but for once, it would be nice to be able to satisfy her before he's done.
For the time being, sex works better in theory. But he wants it to be perfect, so he grabs every opportunity to practice it.
II.
He will never forget the first time when everything is flawless. They are patrolling the neighboring islands, checking on some freshly hatched Nadders and they land on a small, uninhabited land to have a short snack after being in the air for long hours. It's already dark when they sit under an apple tree to eat the bread and the cheese they brought. They are alone, but sex doesn't come into his mind up until Astrid bites into a ripe apple she has found under the tree.
There's something in the way she bites into the fruit... Something clicks in him when he sees how her white teeth dig into the yellowish flesh of the apple and he gets on his knees and crawls closer to her. He takes the fruit from her and throws it behind. He gently, but determinedly presses her down onto the tepid grass while kissing her feverishly.
She giggles first, there's something amusing about this sudden attack of passion, but her mood quickly changes when he somehow manages to untie all the straps and cords that hold her clothes together.
"Astrid... I want you." He sounds very serious and it's oddly exciting.
"I want you, too," she answers in a similar, honest manner while sitting half way up, making him climb off her. He is a bit surprised, but she pushes his shoulders, indicating that she wants him to lie down. So he lies back down and she straddles his waist. She quickly removes her clothes that were hanging lose anyways, and he runs his fingers up on her body until he can cup her breasts. She pants when he starts to rub her nipples and reaches back behind her to touch his bulge. The feel of his hardness under her palm makes her smile confidently.
"I can feel your want," she says cheekily and he pulls her down to a kiss. When they part, she wants to sit up, but he doesn't let her. His lips hungrily close around her perky nipple. She moans into the quiet night and his hand snakes under her skirt.
She lifts herself up a little and he firmly presses his fingers to her sex, rubbing it through the thin layers of clothes she is still wearing. It already feels delicious, but she doesn't want to have barriers between them, so she gets off him to get rid of her already damp undergarments and leggings. He is not wasting the time either. He quickly unbuckles his belt and lifts his hips to pull his pants down until he can free his throbbing cock.
Astrid looks at him and she finds his full mast irresistible. She is debating blowing him first, but she is aching to have him inside her, so she just sits on him. They both moan he slowly slips into her. She starts to move up and down and his hands land on her waist and he helps her find the right pace.
And then she does something amazing. She grabs her braid and lets her hair down while riding him and Hiccup swallows hard when he sees the sea of curls floating around. The beams of the Moon paint her pale skin silver and her hair golden and he could swear he is making love to a goddess in disguise.
"You like this..." She says with a grin as she leans down to him to steal a wet kiss. He cannot answer; he is muted by her sheer beauty. She takes a deep breath and places her palms on his chest for support while she speeds up her moves. He is close. He is closer to the end by every friction of her body, but he manages to prolong the inevitable and he manages to reach her clit with his trembling fingers and when he starts to rub her, she is done.
She is gasping for air first as if she was drowning, then she collapses on him and bites his shoulder really hard. He hisses in pain, but he is taken aback by the powerful orgasm she is having on top of him and he knows that he doesn't need to hold back any longer.
He grabs her arms and brings her closer to be able to feel all inches of her skin on his skin and he hugs her really tight while he bucks his hips into her a couple more times before he bursts into her.
A few, tired pants later she climbs off of him and lies on her back, next to him, lacing her fingers with his. They watch the myriad of stars above them, without a word, feeling loved and satisfied.
"Wow... That was something." He says finally with a hint of pride in his voice. He turns his head towards her and she rolls her eyes. Bragging. He has every reason to brag, but it doesn't mean he should. She looks at him and she notices the deep bite mark on his shoulder. "Ow, babe... sorry about that."
"Nah, it's okay. I like it." He really means it.
"It's going to hurt when you put your clothes back on." She is genuinely concerned and when she touches it with feather light fingers, he hisses in pain. She opens her mouth to apologize again, but he cuts her off. "I don't mind having a little reminder of the awesome sex we've just had"
She props herself on her elbow and punches his other shoulder. He really shouldn't brag.
III.
Heavy snow falls on Berk, covering the whole island with a thick, white blanket. Hiccup is happy about it, finally, there's not much to do due to the extreme weather and every now and then he likes to have some lazy days.
The fresh snow brings out his inner child and even though he is a chief and a husband now, he enjoys playing in the snow with the dragons and Astrid. His wife. They have been married for a couple of months now, but it is still hard to believe that he is sharing his life with her.
It is awesome that she doesn't have to go home anymore, because home is where Hiccup is, and he enjoys every little thing that comes with the marriage. The feel of her warm body in their bed. Having breakfast together. Combing her hair. Even their random, meaningless fights about mostly unimportant things. Everything that they do together.
The sun sets and it becomes freezing cold, so they rush back inside to warm up near the hearth. They are soaking wet and they laugh at each other while they try to peel off their sticky, wet clothes. They are not shy about being naked anymore, in fact, it feels natural.
He goes to the kitchen to warm up some yak milk and she gathers soft pelts and builds a little love nest next to the fire. He brings the milk to her and they sit close to each other, drinking silently. He takes the mugs and places them on the floor and turns back to her to wipe away the milk moustache from above her lip. She feels silly, she scrunches her nose and smiles and she is irresistible.
They start to kiss, slowly and passionately. They have plenty of time now and he doesn't want to rush things, he wants to enjoy every second of their intimacy. He gently makes her lie down and she has butterflies in her stomach, because she knows what he is up to and the expectation is killing her.
She knows that he will start to pepper her with damp kisses. She knows that he will stop at her breasts and he will lick her nipples with slow, circular motions before he starts to suck on them. And while he latches to her, his hand will part her thighs and his fingers will sneak between her wet folds. She will moan. She will praise his name and she will feel him smile with his lips around her nipple.
And then he will go down on her. When they have time, he always licks her out first and she loves it. The strong strokes of his tongue on her clit are fabulous and from what she heard from the indiscrete ladies of Berk, not every husband is so keen about eating his wife out, so she feels lucky. And Hiccup undeniably loves it. He loves her taste, he loves the way she arches her back in pleasure. He loves how she grabs his hair. He loves how she mumbles about him being a fucking genius. He loves how she takes a deep breath and holds the air inside right before her orgasm and he loves how she twists and turns and wiggles while she is coming.
He then climbs back up to her and kisses her and she can taste herself on his tongue and it's whoa... fricking sexy. He pulls back and looks at her. His eyes are beautiful with their deep green glow in the light of the fire and she knows, she almost even feels, how much he wants her. "Take me," she whispers and he releases her from his hug and kneels up. He brings her legs up and crawls between them. His fingers land on her hip and he lifts her until he is able to enter her. He doesn't need help anymore, he can find his way inside her in complete darkness, behind tightly closed eyelids.
He penetrates her and she grunts. His fingers dig into her hips and he starts to move in and out of her. Neither of them says anything, they both enjoy the sound of him slapping into her. Slap. Slap. Slap. She raises her hands and starts to play with her nipples, she is rubbing and twisting them and he really enjoys the view. Then his gaze shifts to where they are connected, and it's breath taking how his hardness leaves and enters her cute pussy. Slap. Slap. Slap.
He trembles when he feels that a well-known feeling starts to build up in his stomach and he slows down; he doesn't want to end this, at least, not right now. He carefully slips out of her and after taking a few deep breathes, he guides her into a new position. She is on all fours in no time and he fondles her beautiful ass before he enters her again.
He watches as the well-defined muscles on her back tense and he runs a finger along her spine. Slap. Slap. Slap. The even rhythm of his smacks is broken by her groan. He grabs her hips harder and pushes into her with full force. She starts to pant and little drops of sweat pearl on her back. He knows she is getting close, so he leans down, presses to her back, and his hand reaches between her legs. He tries to keep up the rhythm while he rubs the nub at the apex of her legs. "Oh, fuck..." Her moan sound almost painful and it's really hard not to collapse when her second orgasm takes over her, even if he is not putting any weight on her.
He straightens himself behind her and he keeps up with his ins and outs while she trembles between his hands as her orgasm wears off. He wants to follow her, but not in this position. Of course, the sight of her beautiful, firm ass is as exciting as it can be, but it doesn't feel personal enough. He slips out of her and makes her lie on her side before lying down next to her.
"You are evil," she hisses while he lifts her leg up. "I know," he answers with a cocky smile and slowly slides back into her. She likes it. She presses her heel to the small of his back to pull him closer. She arches her back and he ducks his head down to reach a rosy nipple.
He sucks on her and she digs ten fingers into his shoulders. He doesn't want to wait or stop this time. He leaves her nipple and lifts his head. He looks at her beautifully contorted face while her third orgasm swipes her away and he thinks it's a good time to let himself go.
He shuts his eyes and bites his lower lip and he flows into her. He melts into her. For a few, everlasting seconds, they aren't two separate entities, they are one. She is part of his body and he is hers. It's unexplainable, it's indefinable, it's the alfa and the omega.
But unfortunately, the miracle ends. She scoots closer to him and presses her nose to his neck. He hugs her tight.
"Argh... I hate it that I love you this much." Her compliment is so Astrid-y that he has to smile. "I love you too, milady." He lifts her hand and kisses each finger, one by one.
"You know," she starts, "I was curious about sex before, but I've never thought it could be this good." He pulls away and turns his head to be able to look into her eyes.
"Well, I've always hoped that you would let me do things to you, but this is definitely much more than I hoped for."
They kiss. Their mute tongues do the talking, the wordless confessions of love. They part and for some moments they are silent. She raises a finger and starts to draw on his skin. "But... we are not even..."
He looks at her again. "Hah, it's okay, Astrid... you let me have sex with you, we're always gonna be even." Her fingers slip down on his side while she looks at him with deep onyx eyes. "Aaand, I'm afraid, I'm way too tired to..." He stops when she strokes his penis.
"Are you sure?" She asks while her fingers gently lace around him. He shrugs. A part of him is definitely interested in her operations. "I thought so." Her giggle is sweet and he lets out a deep sigh when a moment later her lips close around him.