Author's Note: Rated M
The moon was high enough in the sky that its light filtered down into the room through the skylight that Hiccup has kept installed since Toothless became an official member of his family. I couldn't sleep at all and had drifted in and out of consciousness. The moments of sleep that I found were warm and comforting, wrapped in Hiccup's arms still. I was not much of a dreamer with most of my nights being sound and calm. Hiccup, on the other hand, was a dreamer, and I could see it on his face. We hadn't moved much from when we first fell asleep, and every time I drifted back into consciousness, I saw his gentle face a few inches away from mine. There would be moments when his face contorted, and more than a couple single tears had formed around his eyes. He was being haunted in his sleep and I had no idea how to help him.
I wanted to wake him up and take his mind off what troubles him. Whether if that meant we lose ourselves to the throes of passion or if we quietly gazed at each other and spoke of what made us happy. The night was cold, but not so cold that a bundled ride on Toothless would not do wonders for his mental state either. Stormfly was familiar with that, and more than once Hiccup and I had vanished on Toothless's back. All these thoughts raced across my mind as I tried to think of a way to help him, but ultimately, I didn't want to wake him.
Even if waking him would be the kinder thing in the short term, it would only hurt him in the long term when he had to face the day after the death of Krogan. He would need his rest, even if he struggled to get it. I couldn't be the one to wake him, even if I wanted too. Of course, my mind thought too soon as his face changed once again. From a contorted look of displeasure to a light smile, I feel his arms that are still lightly wrapped around me tighten.
"Astrid." He says softly in his sleep, and it made me smile as I gently nudged closer to him so our bodies could fully touch. My forehead lightly touching his as I let my eyes close again.
"I'm here." I whisper lightly, not expecting him to respond, but hoping he can hear me in his dreams. That maybe my voice can help guide him to a better dream, one that gave him better rest and helped his mind find peace on this troubled night. What I did not expect was feeling his lips lightly press against mine. Keeping my eyes closed as our lips just barely touched, I only opened them when I felt them part and saw his emerald eyes lightly opened with a genuine smile on his face.
"Did I wake you?" He asks softly, completely unaware that he spoke my name first, it seems, which only made my smile widen as I lightly shake my head.
"Not at all, I've been awake." I answer quietly, smiling at barely above a whisper. He sounded a little better, his tone wasn't strained. "What woke you?" I ask and he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, pulling me closer so our lips can brush together again.
"I'm not going to dwell. I've dwelled and struggled with what if's and failures I've made before and it's gotten us nowhere. Like Viggo always seeming a step ahead of us, Krogan when he first took the Edge, my dad when he almost died the first time. I won't dwell. It may take me time to fully deal with it, but I'll learn, and grow." Hiccup explains softly to me as I smile, listening to him.
"What made you come to this?" I ask, enjoying hearing him talk positively about an unfortunate situation.
"Everything; and one thing, you. I know that no matter what, we'll make it through these things together." He explains and I nod, kissing him again.
"Sounds right to me." I whisper against his lips, cupping his cheek. He smiles, brushing a strand of hair from my face as our noses barely touch. I can feel him inch closer, and one of his legs interlocking with mine as I feel my own heartbeat increase. "Something on your mind?" I ask teasingly as he nods.
"You could say that." He whispers and rolls on top of me, pressing his lips to mine as our tongues meet for the tasteful dance, we had grown so accustomed too. I loved the feeling of his tongue wrapping around mine, of our lips locking and pressing against each other as our bodies subtly grinding against the others entirely.
By intwining his leg, he had wriggled it so that when he rolled on top of me, he slid in between my legs, our hips pressing together with little more than the barest of undergarments as a barrier. I could feel him press against me as I struggled between needing to breath and wanting to keep our lips locked. When both our lips broke and he lifted just enough, our panting gazes met each other's as I bit my lip and smiled.
"Assuming, of course, you're thinking the same thing." He adds softly as I nod, wrapping my legs around his back as I lean up to peck him lightly on the lips as I fall back against the pillow and smile.
"One of my favorite things to think about." I admit, my face flushing red as I feel his hands glide down my sides. The blanket hooking over his shoulders still, keeping in the warmth for the moment, though once we started, the blanket would be no more. Luckily, there was no trick or challenge to undoing the sashes that were our undergarments and within moments, Hiccup had undone both of ours and pressed his member against my area.
Smiling before going any further, he pulled his hips away and slide one of his fingers down there, letting it slip right inside me eliciting a swift and light moan from my lips. Any touch of his, any affection, nearly any type of physical interaction with him excited my body. That even a single finger, on its initial entry, could make my hips grind and back arch slightly was both euphoric and ironic. Maybe that was why we avoided excessive displays of physical affection on the Edge because I'm sure I felt the same then as I do now. A bit younger, a tad more awkward perhaps but we had grown so comfortable with each other. I daresay I would've tried to entice a move from him during our first private picnic if the twins weren't all over the place back then.
I could already feel the passion as he slid his finger back and forth a few times before bringing it up to his lips and sliding his finger in his mouth while looking at me. I bit my lip in a smile while watching as he takes his finger out and gently presses it to my lips before I let them part and take his finger in my mouth, his hips reconnecting with mine.
"Are you ready?" He asks me and I smile, I could feel the slick, wetness between my legs and could taste it on his finger. I was more than ready, the heat in my body was shooting towards the sky in anticipation as my legs around his back tightened and I nodded.
"And waiting." I playfully whisper as I guide my hand down his chest and feel for his member. "Let me help." I add, guiding it to my entrance, never taking my eyes from his. With my hands, I brush just the tip of his member against the opening and smile, letting it sit barely parting my southern lips. "Do it." I whisper, not hiding the longing in my voice and he nodded, smiling and pressing his hips fully to mine, slowly. I felt every inch of him as he entered and filled me, my eyes rolling back as my back arched and my head fell back against the pillow. The ease in which I could get lose in the throes of our passion was frightening and reassuring. If there were two places I felt at my safest, it was either on Stormfly's back, or in Hiccup's arms and I imagine it was the exact same for him.
I had woken from a steady dream, reliving the death scene of Krogan multiple times before finding solace in Astrid's eyes. She was the star in my dreams that guided me to safety, that gave me warmth from my cold demons that haunted me. Her in my arms and me in hers was my place of comfort, my place of happiness. I could always find solace on Toothless's back, thousands of feet in the air; he was my best friend, and Astrid was my partner in life.
Waking up in the middle of the night, even due to some darkened dream, to Astrid's soft embrace that quickly led to us tussling in the throes of our passion was something out of my best dreams. Feeling her legs tighten around my back, pulling my hips against hers as I feel her muscles tighten around my member as I slide fully within her. Her moans and soft, warm breath gliding across my bare neck as her hands have wrapped around my neck, helping her to guide her hips as she literally hangs from my neck and back.
Pressing down against the bedding, thrusting back and forth, grinding with each thrust and letting my member linger longer as I move it around, letting her feel it as it explores every inch of her inside. Feeling her teeth as she bites down on my neck, stifling a moan as her body shudders from the sheer passion and pleasure we are both feeling. I couldn't see it this second, but watching her eyes roll back on the initial entry was enticing and gave me a certain degree of pleasure in simply witnessing.
I've said it before, I don't even feel the need to release within her to be happy, just making her feel this way. Watching her body erupt in passion, tasting her when she does and making her erupt again, and again. Listening to her euphoric cries of pleasure as she calls out my name. This was what I longed for, not the simple act of me releasing inside of her. Though, she did enjoy the feeling of me releasing within her, especially if we could time it in such a way that we released together. That held it's own level of euphoria that was unmatched. It truly is something spectacular to reach that point at the same time as your lover; and it almost feels as though, in that very moment, our very souls touch in pleasure.
I feel her muscles contract around me again as I thrust within, her stifled moans prompting me to faster as she sharply intakes breath with each thrust, and moans to a shudder with each grinding of our hips. I kiss down her neckline while my hips move, finding the soft spot I have come to know and love as I bite down on it, feeling her nails dig lightly into my shoulder blades as her arms part lightly. Hooking on my shoulder instead of behind my neck, her grip strong as she returns the favor. There was something to be said for pleasure through controlled and passionate pain, as Vikings, we lived with pain and very rarely got to experience any sort of pain that wasn't related to battle. That said, our bites quickly turns to light kisses of the same area we had bit as our hips grind passionately together.
"Hiccup. Hi-Hiccup! Don't st-stop." I hear her exclaim through breathless moans as she tightens her area around my member, grinding her hips up and hard against mine. I could feel the slickness of her area coating my member and sliding down my thighs as I connect my lips to hers, brushing against them.
"Astrid. I'm al-almost the-there!" I answer through a pant as she bites my lip and tugs lightly before moaning, rocking her head back and grinding back against me.
"Go. Go! By the gods, Hiccup!" She exclaims, struggling hard not to just let her voice be carried through the whole village as her cry of passion is replaced by a stifled moan and sharp intake of breath as I feel her legs tighten and lock behind me as they start shaking. Her muscles tightening again as I let myself release within her, not slowly my pace but rather increasing it. Each thrust prompted a new moan from her as we were both releasing together, and I was filling her up.
After several moments of being completely lost in the throes of passion as we released together in what felt like a blissful eternity, I felt my arms which had been propping me up, give way as I then lay fully on her and roll to the side. Laying on one of her shaky legs as she rolls with me, her eyes still closed as she's biting her lip and moaning softly as her body subsides. I lean in and press my lips to hers and she quickly returns the kiss as our tongues meet and taste one another again, it was a taste I adored. All of her, every inch that my tongue had explored, had been sublime and perfect to me. Her tongue was no different, as I loved feeling it wrap and dance with mine. Breaking away only after our lungs decided we needed air more than we needed each other's taste, we gazed into each other's eyes while we softly panted with a smile.
"I think we." Astrid begins, pausing as she breathes. "I think we both needed that." She finishes as I smile and nod.
"I'll certainly be sleeping much more soundly now with you naked in my arms." I answer and she blushes, playfully slapping my shoulder as I shrug. "What?" I ask teasingly as she shakes her head.
"Nothing, it's just, I don't know." She admits and I smile, moving another strand of hair that had been blocking part of her eye as I look into them both.
"Good, because I adore every inch of your body. I would worship it, revel in it. You are a beautiful woman, and I appreciate you; your mind, body and soul." I say as she smiles, her cheeks still flushed as she gazes back at me.
"And I appreciate you, in every way there is. There is no doubt in my mind that we truly are a match made in Valhalla. You…" She pauses, looking away briefly and smiling widely before returning her gaze to me. "You make me happy, Hiccup. I am grateful to have you in my life the way I do." She says softly as I lean in and kiss her forehead before resting my forehead against hers and kissing her lips lightly.
"You make me happy, and I wouldn't trade this, right here." I say, pausing as I hold both of her hands between us and look into her eyes. "for anything in the entire world. I'm glad we are the way we are together. We aren't like most Viking couples." I add and she laughs, nodding and rolling her eyes.
"No kidding. Sexual pleasure aside, we see each other differently than most couples see each other. Some even grow to resent each other." Astrid says softly and I nod, kissing her hands and smiling.
"Never here. I could never resent you, even when we disagree. We are in this together, and I'll support you as you have supported me, no matter what." I state softly but strongly, and she smiles, kissing my lips lightly before laughing quietly to herself.
"I love your pillow talk and how sensitive you are. Yet another way we're different; we actually care." She adds and I smile.
"I love these little pillow talk sessions between us after we… uh, ya know, get done." I say sheepishly and she laughs, shaking her head and kissing me.
"That's one way to put it, mmm." She responds, teasingly including a moan at the end of her sentence as I nod along.
We stay like that for several more minutes, exchanging random pillow talk words of love and admiration to each other before sleep slowly begins to overtake us both. This time, my dreams are not haunted by the death of Krogan as they had been. Instead, all I dream of is Astrid and the future I see with her. I see us standing underneath a mistletoe in our own house during Snoggletog, kissing happily. I see a trio of silhouettes running around as we exchange gifts and go about the town together. I see us lost in the throes of passion again later that night. I dream of a happy ending, one I am willing to fight and live for, for her and all of us.
