Author's Note: Rated M – Adult Content

There's no telling when we finally fell asleep, for the last thing I remember was holding her in my arms and the warmth of her naked body pressed to mine. Was I dreaming, did it really happen or was it just some cruel trick of the mind? My answer comes quickly as my eyes blink open softly and I feel her warm breath coast along my bare chest, her leg still thrown over mine with one of her arms across my chest.

It had grown darker; we truly did spend from dawn until dusk together with no other responsibility to anything else in the world but each other. I hadn't received a Terror Mail, Toothless nor Stormfly had come to find us, and Toothless certainly could if he needed too. The sounds of the village didn't make it out here and there were no sounds of chaos to be heard. No roaming dragons, nor wildlife. Just the calm and slow downfall of light snowflakes that almost all melted upon impact, and an ember riddled rock circle where a fire used to burn.

This was one time where I wouldn't dream of moving, where I didn't have to slink out from underneath her embrace. I closed my eyes softly and slowly ran a finger across her forearm as it lay gently on my chest, moving up and down with each of my own breathes. At this point, I'm not even sure Valhalla would be this perfect. Here lay this woman in my arms, the woman of my dreams that I had been in love with for longer than I can remember. Here on this day, she laid herself bare to me, and me to her, and we drank each other's presence in. No expectations, no illusions nor doubts. We had broken an age-old tradition together, and from the looks on her peaceful face as she lie here, neither her nor I regretted it in the slightest.

Would there be repercussions? Maybe, though doubtful. As it was when the race was on for the King of Dragons and I was made Acting Chief, I learned a valuable lesson, one I try not to abuse. It's that the Chief doesn't do what he's told to do, he does what he thinks is best. Usually that's directed towards the good of the people, but what if the good of the Chief was for the good of the people? I can certainly say I have a new reason to fight to make Berk a safe place. Well, maybe not a new reason, but a more refined one; and it was this beautiful, blonde woman who laid naked in my arms.

Allowing my eyes to open once again, I gaze up at the darkening sky and see the slightest bits of hue beginning to form. Aurvandil's Fire was something that only happened once the sun had set and the moon had begun its rise. It only happened every few years, and the last time it happened we were able to prove to the village how fearless the Hofferson's were. Thinking back to that made me smile, my fingers still tracing her arm.

"Hiccup?" I hear her gentle voice barely above the sound of my own breath as she shifts. I look down to her and smile.

"Sleep well?" I ask softly, pressing my forehead to hers as I'm immediately torn away from the sight beginning to unfold in the sky to the sight of her wondrous eyes as she looks back into mine.

"Mmm, I did. Better than I have in a long time." She answers, pressing her body to mine and where once there were gaps now there were none. A confused look crosses her face before its replaced by a smile. "So, it wasn't a dream?" She asks rhetorically.

"If it was, it was a dream come true" I answer, my fingers still tracing her arm. One of the great things about living in this northern archipelago was that we were both very accustomed to the cold, so our naked bodies laying bare in the cold air with no heat but our own was hardly even noticed by either of us.

"Yes, it was, and it still is." She whispers, scrunching up closer to me and resting her head on my shoulder so that her breath is tickling my ear.

It's around this time that the sun nearly vanishes from the sky entirely and the starlight starts to pepper the sky. I can see the faintest of wisps high in the sky with a greenish blue hue to them. It was Aurvandil's Fire starting up. Turning my head, I nudge her softly with my nose, her eyes still shut.

"Hmm?" She whispers softly in a sound more akin to a moan as I feel her leg stretch and glide up and down against mine.

"Look, Astrid. Aurvandil's Fire" I whisper as she slowly opens her eyes. The wispy hues reflecting in her blue eyes as she gazes up and smiles at the sight. "For the first time in Berk's history, we have nothing to fear on this night. We can enjoy the sight of Aurvandil's Fire and forget the memories of the past." I say softly, kissing her neck lightly as I see her bite her lower lip and smile, gently closing her own eyes.

"And make some memories of our own." She adds, turning her face towards mine and lightly pressing her lips against mine.

"Nothing but good memories" I say softly against her lips. "Nothing but us." I add and she laughs lightly, our lips still pressed together.

"Should we start those memories now?" She asks as she slips her leg fully over mine and is now straddling my hips.

Biting her lip, I smile. "You read my mind." I say softly as she smiles and leans back, now sitting fully upright while straddling me. Her naked body eclipsing the hue of Aurvandil's Fire above her as she reaches behind her head and pulls out a braid, letting her long, normally tied hair flow naturally down past her shoulders. It was a sight to behold from my perspective.

Leaning back down, her hair flowing to either side of her face and draping our faces so that all I could see was the reflection of her eyes, and all she could see was mine.

"Hiccup." She says softly, leaning in and brushing her nose to mine. "You may have mixed feelings about this, but your eyes are even more mesmerizing under the hue of Aurvandil's Fire." Astrid says quietly as I feel her hips press down against mine, stirring my member.

I smile as my hands finds her hips. "No mixed feelings at all, I can say the same about yours, Astrid. Seeing your silhouette against the skylight above is" I pause and trace her sides a couple times before smiling. "Is like I am living a dream." I finish and I can see her smile as she leans down, tracing my lips with her tongue.

"It's no dream, Hiccup. It's real" She whispers. "Aurvandil's Fire is real" She adds as her hips grind a little more. I see her bite her lips as my member becomes stiffer than it was the first time. "This.." she pauses, pressing down against my member with her waist, I can feel the slick wetness slowly coat my member as she grinds, not letting it slip inside. "This is real." She finishes.

I feel a sigh of relief wash over me. Not only was this real, what we were doing real. Not only has it been something I've watched since our Betrothal. But gazing upon her as she looks down upon me, her naked body straddling mine with her hair completely untied. She wasn't just happy to be here, she felt safe here. Viking women keep their hair in braids or spun up for when they need to go into battle, and her letting it loose here let me know that she felt safe. The battle had been won between our hearts, and we were exactly where we needed to be.

I feel his stiff member growing under the pressure of my hips as I rock and grind them against his, careful to not let his member have enough room to accidentally slip in. It was weird to think about the number of lines we had crossed in a matter of hours. He explored by womanhood with his own tongue and lips before breaking that briefly painful line with his member. And I, in turn, explored his manhood with my own lips and tongue. I tasted him as he had tasted me, and God's have mercy, I liked it, and I'd taste him again before the night was through.

The best part of this was still that it was just us, I could not get over how much this you man had grown in recent years. I guess I've grown too, not even a year ago would I have imagined bearing my naked body to him like this. I've thought about what we would do on our wedding night, most people do. But did I consider, even for a moment, that'd we'd wholeheartedly break tradition and explore each other's body under Aurvandil's Fire? It hadn't even crossed my mind, though with all the threats we had faced together, maybe it did and I just brushed it aside.

But here, now, feeling his hips begin rocking with mine as his hands rest of my waist and I feel his stiff member practically throbbing, begging to be allowed entry against my pressure. As I lace his lips with my tongue and feel our lips meet and our tongues dance. The gentle caress of his right hand as it glides up from my hip and cups one of my breasts, massaging it, playing with it. Even before we cross that line again, I feel and hear a moan escape my lips against his.

Were we teasing each other, being exorbitantly playful in our passions with each other? Maybe so, but it only added to the passion, only increased the desire and the palpitation of intoxication. Our heartbeats increased with each passing rock of the hips, with each gentle caress of my breasts or cross of our tongues. Was it cold outside, were we even under Aurvandil's Fire anymore? At this point, none of that mattered.

"Astrid" I hear him breath heavily against my lips as I feel his hips rock. I can feel what he wants. Breaking the kiss, I press my forehead to his so I can look into his eyes while biting my lip, knowingly.

Brushing my hair slightly to the side, I place a hand on his chest and slowly slide it down until it slips between our hips. Not breaking eye contact nor losing the smile, I find his slick, stiff member, and inch forward onto my knees, giving enough leeway for me to stand it up. Letting my hand guide my hips, I gently lower my waist back down, feeling the tip of his member push its way inside me.

A brief and sharp intake of breath as I feel him gentle press up, slowly filling me again with his member I release my guiding hand and bring it back up his chest. It's slick from my own wetness as I'd been grinding against him, his member slides in much easier this time with no accompanying pain like the first time. He looks into my eyes as I press my hips all the way against his, feeling it even deeper than the first time while straddling him, I let my eyes roll back as my body falls forward and I press my chest to his.

Taking my guiding hand, I trace his lips with my slick fingers, and he parts his lips, allowing me to slip my slick finger into his mouth, letting him taste me as he had before. He looks like he enjoys it as I slowly remove my finger from his mouth and slip it into my own. Smiling as I let my finger slip out of my mouth, I rock and grind my hips to his slowly.

Feeling every inch of him move inside me, keeping me filled with his member. This way feels different than the last way, like I can feel it more deeply. I let a moan slip through my lips as I feel the heat building up between my legs. Grinding him like this was building up a pressure for me faster than the first time, though maybe that is due to a lack of pain this time. I feel his hips rock with mine, side to side, back and forth. He doesn't thrust up, but however we're moving this time is hitting just the right spots as my eyes glaze over.

"Kiss me." I hear him almost command and I don't even give it a second thought as I lean into his lips and feel his tongue slide into my mouth. Our lips pressing heavily against each other as I feel his hips rocking more quickly with mine. I feel my legs grow weak as I can't fight the moan escaping my lips and heavy breathes into his mouth. He doesn't mind, he doesn't stop. I know what he wants, he wants to please me; nothing more, nothing less.

I can tell as my eyes fight to look into his, his eyes are lock on my face, studying me with a passionate intensity as I feel myself start to shake. Hardly able to keep rocking my hips as my legs become weak and my back arches, he doesn't stop. He keeps the pleasure mounting inside me, like an explosion of pure passion and heat was erupting out of me.

I could hear my voice crack. "Oh, Hiccup, Yes, yes. Mmm, please, babe, don't stop. Don't. Stop. Ahhh, mmm" I say, nearly out of breath between broken hitches, almost subconsciously as if my brain had released command of my body and let my passion take the reins. It was then I realized that I was glad we were out here, cause apparently, I am by no means quiet when Hiccup is doing this to me.

Sharp intake of breath after breath, moan after moan and throbbing thrust after thrust, even my arms start to grow weak as I lower myself onto his chest and let him slow to a halt. My back still arching and my hips shaking as I still feel the heat. I'm flustered as I crawl along his chest to meet his lips, letting his still partially stiff member stay resting inside me.

"Astrid, that was…"

"Incredible." I finish for him, our lips barely apart. I feel the heat on my cheeks in what I can only assume is a blush as I look away. "Hiccup?"

"Yes?"

"Am I, you know… loud?" I ask sheepishly and I feel him brush my hair aside, causing me to look at him.

"We probably should be careful if we want to do this at my hut." Is all he says with a smile forcing the heat in my cheeks to rise.

"Tsk!" I chide but I'm in no way mad as my frown fades quickly and turns into a content smile. "We'll be careful then." Is all I mutter.

"But" He adds, pausing, his fingers brushing my cheek. "I love hearing you like that." He adds softly and I smile. We certainly are making new memories on this years Aurvandil's Fire, and the night had only just begun.