Yeah, I kinda got sidetracked writing Frozen fics but hey we're here now.

By the way, this is that Hicretstrid-containing chapter. If you aren't down with that, it's cool, anything related to story development will be covered again in the future. But this was always part of the plot.

-HTTYD-

Eret couldn't describe the way he felt at that moment as anything other than hunted.

He'd never been more certain that the Night Fury was looking right at him.

And he'd never cared less.

The corded strength in hands that held him down, the distracting, misleading sweetness of softer lips on his own. If anybody found out he'd even kissed either of them, Eret's job was over and he risked being in trouble himself for breaking about a dozen serious rules. Not to mention accusations of tampering or leaking information...

Astrid pressed more firmly against him, and those thoughts left his mind. The only thoughts left behind were how intrigued he was by the two of them, and how terrifyingly turned on he was when Astrid bit his lip, smirking into the kiss when he gasped.

How had he ended up here again? Where even was here?

"You're thinking too loud, stop it."

"Sorry."

Eret apologised before he even thought about it; Astrid just had something about her that he felt compelled to obey. And, by the way he moved under her gaze, acted only when prompted by whispers in his ear, her boyfriend felt exactly the same. Not what he'd expected, truthfully, but there was something instinctive and natural about the way Astrid tended to her lover, as though knowing he needed the push but trusted her never to go too far - there was no fear, no unsurety in his eyes when he approached Eret next.

"Stay."

Astrid only had to say a single word, nudge at Eret's shoulder to keep him there. Hiccup (as he refused to answer to anything else and Haddock felt too formal) was defintiely shyer, less experienced or perhaps just new to men in general... but he still kissed Eret slowly, learning the pressure, a faint scrape of stubble and the lingering warm amber of what Eret thought might have been yesterdays aftershave on his jumper making it a wholly different experience to the forceful, animalistic kisses Astrid gave.

He'd been pretty sure Astrid was hitting on him, for a while now. Eret wasn't sure if bringing him coffee and making sarcastic remarks meant Hiccup was doing the same, but it was kind of hard to think otherwise. When Hiccup pulled away, he immediately looked to Astrid who ran her fingers over his hair, gave him a smile that seemed to bolster and reassure him. Eret was pretty sure he'd not be there without his girlfriend, but the look on Astrid's face equally spoke volumes about how she wouldn't push her boyfriend into something he didn't want to do.

If Eret ended up dead the next day, as he'd half expected to before Astrid pounced, there'd be a story of how he was lured somewhere, but the truth was he'd gone far, far too willingly. All the times he'd read about some idiot who became fixated by a serial killer and scoffed... but his intrigue had Eret walking right into the lions den.

"He likes it when I'm rough" Astrid commented as she ran her fingers through her boyfriends hair, tugged until his head was lifted up and back "but he doesn't know you, so you play nice."

Eret could only nod as he watched, Astrid adding a fresh bruise to match the ones already fading along the length of Hiccup's throat. He was so compliant, leaning in to her touch despite it causing him pain. When Astrid released his skin she turned his head, kissed him deeply until Hiccup whined low in his throat and Eret couldn't help but love the sound.

"Take off your clothes."

Astrid... well, there was no other word than ordered, but Eret didn't have any thought of resisting anyway. He wasn't wearing his uniform - that would have been too weird, even for the surreal situation. Hiccup watched him more closely than Astrid did, as though... curious? The scrutiny was intense, and Eret wasn't sure if he should feel shy or be concerned Hiccup was looking for his most accessible arteries.

What the fuck was he doing there?

"Shh, it's ok babe."

Astrid was soothing her lover, who was looking very tense about something all of a sudden. The something turned out to be Astrid trying to take off his hooded jumper, something Eret had never seen the other man without. As soon as Astrid managed to cajole him into taking it off, Eret understood why. While Hiccup's eyes were concealed, Astrid held Eret's gaze and made a very clear shush motion with her mouth.

Eret didn't think he'd ever seen so many scars on one person, especially not in such a small space and from so many different sources. And that was just on Hiccup's forearms... were there more?

It didn't look as though he'd find out; Hiccup let out a low plea to Astrid that Eret probably wasn't meant to hear.

"No more."

Astrid nodded, brushing her lips over his temple and rubbing Hiccup's back until some of the tension eased and Hiccup managed to look at Eret again. Swallowing thickly, Eret resolved not to stare.

"Well, you're gonna have to undo your bottoms love, but that's it."

Hiccup nodded at his girlfriend, who kissed his neck while she undid his button and fly one handed, then let her hand disappear beneath fabric before doing something that had her lovers hips twitching forward, soft groans escaping his mouth. Hiccup was quite sensual to watch, even though he didn't seem to be trying to be, and he only closed his eyes when Astrid's arm was around him.

Eret tried not to shift impatiently, cock twitching with want as he watched the two before him. Astrid muttered something Eret didn't quite catch, but he got the gist when Hiccup turned around and began undressing her seconds later. Astrid was not shy, winking over at Eret as Hiccup unhooked her bra and peeled it away.

"Hey, we've been leaving Eret out a bit."

Astrid commented, Hiccup looking quite put out when his girlfriends bare skin was no longer under his hands. The blonde beckoned Eret closer, blue eyes glittering as she reached for Hiccup's waistband and exposed his erect cock. Eret looked up at Hiccup, who was watching him closely with dark eyes and flushed cheeks, tongue coming out to wet his lips. He nodded to Eret's silent question, and Eret had a brief thought of no going back before he took Hiccup into his mouth.

The hand that went to his hair was Astrid's, and when Eret peered up he saw the other two were kissing, Hiccup's hips twitching back and forth in time with Eret's mouth moving over his cock. He was thicker than Eret had expected, imagined in those moments he would never admit to when things like this had crossed his mind.

"Having fun babe?"

Hiccup answered only with a vague, incoherent noise, but Eret had never had any complaints before and Hiccup was leaking precum in his mouth, so he took the vague noise as a good sign and continued. The hand not supporting his weight on the bed slid down, palming his cock as urgent need grew. Astrid nudged his arm and shook her head, and Hiccup actually laughed at the situation.

"She's evil. You get used to it."

Astrid nipped playfully at her boyfriends throat in retaliation for his comment, still wrapped around his back and gripping Eret's hair. He felt like something of a novelty plaything for the couple, and wondered if that should have bothered him more. Although really, there were far bigger concerns Eret should have had before he let himself end up there, and they'd all fled his mind almost the second Astrid kissed him.

Hiccup whined when Astrid stilled Eret, already a picture of lust and debauchery with his panting breaths and ruddy face, jeans hanging open just enough to expose himself. The blondes whispers in Eret's ear had him agreeing a little too keenly, if her smirk was anything to go by, but Eret was already so desperate for something that he didn't care. He rolled himself on to his front, gasping when small, nimble fingers touched him intimately and realising a little too late that he'd turned his back on them far too easily.

"It's lucky we even have those" Astrid commented as Hiccup pulled condoms from her bedside, having already handed her the lube she used to open Eret up and press her fingers down in ways that made him dizzy "Hiccup and I don't usually use them."

Fleeting thoughts of whether what Astrid was doing was a regular activity for the couple were chased out by those sharp, hot darts of pleasure, his body twitching when her fingers left him empty. She wiped her hand before moving to Hiccup, kissing her boyfriend as she took the condoms from him and sheathed his cock herself, stroking him over the latex and Hiccup thrust into her grip, whined against her lips. She stopped to whisper something to him, and Hiccup answered in equally low tones.

Eret had little doubt he was the first man Hiccup had ever touched; he was too curious, too unsure without Astrid there to guide him but he seemed quite happy to feel the snug grip of muscles as he inched inside Eret slowly. A hand on his shoulder gripped fiercely tight, the first slip Eret got that showed there was a hidden strength in the slender frame of the other man.

Satisfied Hiccup was alright, Astrid circled Eret and laid under him, less hesitant, no nerves in her as she rolled the condom over his cock and guided Eret's larger body over hers until he felt soft heat yielding. Astrid reached for Eret's shoulder too, and he felt her lace her fingers through Hiccup's there, eyes on her boyfriend before they came back to Eret.

It was Hiccup who set their rhythm from his standing leverage - a distant part of Eret's rapidly-shutting-down brain hoped the pressure didn't hurt with his prosthetic - and each of his thrusts into Eret pushed Eret into Astrid. He could do nothing but rock back and forth between them, something a little darker than simple mischief in Astrid's eyes as she watched Eret let them take him apart piece by piece, lost somewhere in the haze of sensations and feeling a terrible thrill, knowing that he shouldn't be there but would have chosen to go back all over again.

Astrid's free hand wound through Eret's hair, tugged harshly as she kissed him roughly, teeth sharp against his lower lip and a growl in her throat from a particularly deep, forceful thrust. She left bruises on his throat that he knew would last for days, and the jolts of pain did nothing to ease the winding tightness in his belly, couldn't begin to quash the fire in his blood or the heat he felt from them both.

It was little surprise to anyone that Eret fell first, body shaking and spasming between them. Hiccup had to pull out so Eret could get off of Astrid, barely remembering to grip the base of his condom so it wouldn't slip before he rolled to his side, the haze in his mind a pleasant place to stay.

Eret jumped when there was a flash of light, blinking to clear his vision as Astrid sat up, clutching her phone victoriously with a clear and rather damning photo of she and Eret - of only she and Eret - naked together on her bed. He lunged for her phone on instinct, because that picture could end his career in a heartbeat, but Eret barely moved a few inches before he found himself pinned on his back, Hiccup knelt on top of him with a scarred forearm pressed tight against his throat.

"Well fuck" Eret's brain supplied, terribly unhelpfully "I guess this is where I die."

-HTTYD-

I'm sure everyone has questions, but I will remind you guys to let me finish where I'm going before you decide if you need more answers.