Writer's note: It's been way too long since the last update! Life and motivation have been keeping me from writing a lot, but with this Christmas break from work, I wanted to get this next part out. It isn't exactly how I envisioned this part, but if I sit on it longer, I'll probably never get it posted. Hope y'all enjoy! The end is getting closer :( buuuuuuut...there may be a sequel :D

Also NSFW! NSFW!


The feast marking the end of training new recruits hadn't occurred in quite a few years. Hiccup barely remembered the last feast. He'd just begun his apprenticeship with Gobber. Back then, he was so small he could stand on the bellow handle and it wouldn't budge. Thankfully, he'd grown since then – even if it was only a foot and a few extra pounds.

His father was tickled that Astrid had volunteered to help set up for the feast. His father adored her, and Hiccup was thankful she hadn't experienced the scrutiny he was accustomed to.

Three days passed in preparation for the feast. Hiccup stayed mostly out of the way, focusing his energy at the smithy and continuing dragon training in the wee hours of the night with the other teens.

The approaching feast brought about a current of excitement, and the village was buzzing with anticipation. The people of Berk loved to celebrate and honestly, it didn't matter what they were celebrating, as long as there was good food, good drink, and no limitations to carousing.

The afternoon of the feast found Astrid at her parent's house. Her mother had offered to assist her in dressing. Hiccup was left alone, nibbling in his bottom lip in a frown, as he dressed in his best attire for the feast. He wasn't sure what Astrid's mother had planned to dress her in.

As he walked the short distance thru the village to the Hoffersons' home, his stomach fluttered and curled like little bugs had taken up residence in there. This felt more like he was picking up a girl on a first date than it was meeting his wife to escort her to the Great Hall.

When Mrs. Hofferson opened the door, Hiccup's heart stopped. He'd seen Astrid in just about every way, from her daily garb to her wedding dress to birthday suit, but she still could surprise him with how beautiful she was. The long, powder blue gown outlined her petite form. Her hair hung free from a braid and oh how Hiccup loved when her hair hung free and his fingers could twirl the ends.

Hiccup remembered to pull his chin off the ground. He found his breath. Astrid cocked an eyebrow as she sauntered toward him.

"Husband," she addressed in a formal voice, a hint of a smirk peeking on her lips.

"Wife," Hiccup echoed her tone, offering the slightest of bows.

Mrs. Hofferson bid them farewell. Her and Mr. Hofferson would be joining them at the feast shortly.

Hiccup escorted his wife to the Great Hall, her arm looped through his. His mind drifted as it did sometimes to wonder over how his life had dramatically changed over the passed several months. Before their arranged marriage, he figured he'd never have a shot at Astrid, though it didn't stop him from trying to figure out a way to impress her into his falling in his arms. But all this time, he didn't need to depend on the complicated dragon killing weapons he designed or epically slicing off a dragon's head to win her over. All he needed was to be himself. To be attentive and respectful and patient. No gimmicks. No thoroughly impressing. He'd won over Astrid by just being there and caring for her. Being the friend and companion she deserved.

They climbed hand in hand up the long stairs to the Great Hall. Lively music already floated through the massive doors, and as they entered, merriment filled the Hall. They weeded through the bodies of people milling about, to the table set up in honor of the new recruits. Hiccup was seated beside his father, who was already thoroughly enjoying the taste of ale. His father greeted them boisterously and called for a round of ale for them.

Hiccup wasn't one to drink ale, even at feasts or festivals, but his father insisted he drink to his heart's content. "You're a man now," his father confirmed with a deep nod. Apparently, that was all the explanation needed.

Hiccup didn't exactly feel like he could be consisted a man yet. He was still the scrawny fishbone he was prior to his life being turned upside down by an unexpected marriage and a friendship with a dragon and a newfound confidence. He wasn't going to bring up any points and decided to just drink and enjoy.

Astrid followed his lead. The other new recruits did as well, when they finally showed up for the feast honoring their achievement.

After all the recruits were present, his father had called the attention of every person in the Hall and gave a speech that boasted of how proud he was to have the teens join their dragon fighting forces but added in a lower tone how they still had a long way to go to prove their skills to the tribe.

The music piped up once more, and Hiccup found himself being pulled from his seat. Astrid was on her feet, a broad smile etched on her face.

"Dance with me," she beckoned, giving another tug on his arm.

Warmth permeated in his chest and his head felt light, almost like he was too far high in the clouds riding on Toothless. He wasn't a dancer, though he had learned a few traditional dances out of requirement of being a tribe member and the Chief's son. Him and Astrid had danced together during their wedding party.

Hiccup automatically was about to protest, but between the smile lighting Astrid's face and the delightful tingling in his body, he let himself be pulled out of his seat and join in the group dance. Though he switched partners throughout the dance, his eyes followed Astrid as if she were the only person left in the Hall.

When they met back up down the line, he fell into step with her and sparks popped on his skin as their hands clasped. Astrid smiled and laughed, and this had been the lightest he'd seen her in a long time. The song faded out.

Glory be, his wife was beautiful and it did things to him that lit up his face like a bonfire. Hiccup couldn't resist the tug that his body seemed to give that hadn't quite made it to his head. He kept a firm grasp on Astrid's hand, leading her from the dancing and to a shadowy corner of the Great Hall. She didn't question his motives or where he was spiriting her off to. She let herself be taken by him, her trust completely and fully in the hand of her husband.

When they arrived in the cover of darkness the corner provided, Hiccup switched there positioned and attacked Astrid's lips in a kiss hungrier than a starving man. He backed her up into the wall, pressing himself against her. Astrid didn't seem caught in surprise. She dished out as much of her hunger as he did.

Hiccup's hands roamed up and down her body. The blue gown Astrid donned clung to her and Hiccup raveled in the way he could freely move his hands along her form without the intrusion of her usual inconvenient fare of spikes and skulls. Astrid's arms loosely snaked around his neck, her fingers shoveling their way through his hair.

Hiccup dared to push his tongue to Astrid's lips, and she opened her mouth in permission, their tongues fighting an epic battle for dominance of one another's mouth. Astrid tasted of ale the same as he did.

This wasn't something Hiccup would have ever imagined doing. He wasn't one to ravish his flame in the corner of a public place like they were shameless teenagers who had too much to drink. But, in all honesty, that's exactly what they were, and it sent a thrill through Hiccup that he'd never knew he craved before. The only difference was Astrid was his for the rest of his life and they didn't need to feel any shame for their actions.

They eventually broke apart for air they desperately needed, panting as their hot breathes huffed on each other's cheeks. Astrid's hands clutched his shoulders as Hiccup's gripped her hips. Her cheeks were stained rosy red, her hair slightly disheveled from the evening's round of dancing and practically being ravished. Hiccup needed her. Needed to feel her around him. Needed to relieve and satisfy the burning hunger eating through him.

"C'mon."

He reluctantly left her body heat and found her hand. Astrid followed, once again, without question.

Hiccup kept close to the wall, bypassing the crowds of rowdy Berkians, most loud and drunk on the ale that flowed like a fountain into their cups. He ducked behind a pillar, knowing the only place in the entire Great Hall where they could earn any privacy. A small room was tucked into the wall close to the kitchen. There were a few odds and ends, but for the most part, it was vacant of anything else.

"I didn't know this was here," Astrid commented, her grip on his hand remaining firm. "What is it for?"

"I guess it was meant for storage," Hiccup replied, peering around in the nearly dark room. He tamped down the memories he had made in the little room. "I used to hide back here alone when I was a kid during feasts."

His breath caught at the pressure of Astrid's hand on his chest. "You're not alone now."

The thrill that she inspired in him shot through him at full force. "No, I'm not."

Hiccup jumped back into what his alcohol induced courage was leading him to do. He gripped Astrid's waist with both hands, twirling her around to her back was against his front. He guessed he would have never urged Astrid into a position like this without the alcohol leading him on. It wasn't that he didn't daydream about doing this with her, but actually going through with it was a whole different story in the light of being clear-minded.

Hiccup wrapped an arm around her waist as his other hand bunched up the skirts of her dress and slithered underneath in search of her delectable spot. His fingers untied her undergarment and pushed it down enough for his hand to crawl in.

Astrid didn't allow shyness to stop her from handling his lower parts. She could work him into a frenzy using her adept hands. Hiccup wasn't as bold as his wife and she'd patiently wait out his hesitance of using his fingers to pleasure her.

Tonight, his fingers weren't shy. They weren't hesitant. Nothing inside Hiccup grabbed him to hesitant. Boldness flooded his veins in a way it did when he soared through the sky.

Astrid's gasps encouraged him to work her until she was melted against him, her knees threatening to give way. Hiccup swept her long, cascading hair over her shoulder to plant kisses along her throat. He hiked up the back of Astrid's skirts and tugged her undergarment halfway down her legs. He made a quick work of his own breeches. Soon, they were both letting it shine.

Hiccup's heart was in a race with the throbbing of his member. He guided Astrid's hands to push against the stone wall. She'd need something to hold her steady. Even with the layers of material bunched up on them, he found her on the first try – holding her hips and thrusting into her. He rocked against Astrid as she kept her knees from giving way.

Astrid turned her head, seeking her arm to stifle her scream that was threatening to call attention from the Great Hall. It was that stifled noise that pushed Hiccup over the edge. He pressed heavier against her, hissing his pleasure into her ear.

Astrid remained holding the wall up, panting. "I need to get ale into you more often," she remarked.

Hiccup chuckled. Warmth seeped into his chest at her comment. Astrid enjoyed his taste with boldness. He made note to try to be more assertive in the bedroom in the future.

They were in no possession of a rag to clean up with. Astrid volunteered one of the layers of her gown. She ripped a piece of the underlayer from her skirts, knowing the rip would be hidden from view.

After the dirty deed was taken care of, they traipsed hand in hand back to the feast, sharing looks with each other that caused their cheeks to shine red. Hiccup didn't think his mood could be shattered. His endorphins were pumping, and he felt like drifting through the clouds. Astrid squeezed his hand, flashing a secretive smile when he glanced at her.

Hiccup returned the smile, but a moment later his attention was caught by one of the patrol officers leaning close to his father's ear. Stoick's jovial face had suddenly set to stone. One hand clutched the arm of his chair as the other hand brushed the beard covering his chin, his eyes casts downward and hooded darkly. His breathing elevated.

Something was wrong.

Hiccup broke away from Astrid as they approached the table, closing in on his father. "Dad, what is it?"

Hiccup nearly backed away in fear of the look his father wore. His steely eyes strangely evoked alarm and murder, and his words hissed out, "A Night Fury has been captured."

In those few words, Hiccup's heart froze in his chest.