Author's Note: Rated M
The night quickly became chilled to the bone as the snow started settling in. Glancing outside, the snow had begun falling heavily shortly after dusk and was almost a completely white out. It felt as bad as it had during the Big Freeze when the Speed Stingers visited Berk those years ago. Hopefully this year we wouldn't have to worry about any of that, because even if they did show up, we wouldn't have anywhere to move too. The temperature was colder than that of the King of Dragon's iceborn lair, and the snow was sticking to the ground. Already, it looked as though half a foot had accumulated on the ground and it would only get worse. Before too long, Berk would be completely snowed in.
Astrid and I were fortunate in staying together because I had the sky door built into my ceiling for Toothless years ago and since then, even if the snow had completely blocked the front door, we could still get out. With the slant on our roofs, there would be no accumulation of serious merit on the roof, it would all fall to the ground below and still let us leave to patrol when the snow let up tomorrow morning. For now, though, all there was to do was to button down, bundle up and sit by a warm fire with our reserve of drink and food. My only worry was that my mother and Eret were out there around Hysteria right now, but both of them were survivors and had their dragons. I'll let worry fester if we don't hear back from them after the storm passes.
For now, Astrid and I had finished our dinner, though it was light as to preserve what we had in the house. Something we didn't need to preserve was mead, as Vikings we ended up having an excess in quantity of our customary drink that even when the entire village was feasting together, mead was one of the few things we never ran out of. Our dragons had both long since eaten their fish-filled dinner and found their places in the house. Astrid and I had found our way to our chair in front of the fire pit where we sat bundled together under a large wool blanket with Astrid sitting partially on my lap and her head resting against my chest. My hands wrapped around her waist under the blanket and her own hands resting on mine as we just stared at the fire pit together.
Thinking past the freeze we were currently contending with; my mind constantly went back to our ever-brief interaction with what we were calling the Veilwing. It looked like a mythic or regal version of the Slitherwing and was completely non-aggressive. It acted amused or curious at our presence, and I had wished the snowfall hadn't caught us off guard so that we could've stayed there longer. It appears there were only two, and that they lived alone inside of that lake but with the way they hid beneath the water, there could've been more. The peppered caves we saw looked like they could each have led to catacombs within the island that housed those magnificent dragons.
"What're you thinking about?" Astrid's soft voice breaks my train of though as I glance down and notice her gazing partially up at me from her resting place, her hand squeezing mine as she smiles in my embrace.
"Uh, nothing. I mean, a lot." I mutter with a light shrug. "My mom and Eret are out there right now. This freeze is looking to be worse than the one that led the stingers here. And then there's this Veilwing we found and how I wish you and I could've stayed longer. Just a lot more on my mind than I expected. I'm coming to terms about Krogan, though." I add, and I was. I had grown to accept over the past day or so that it had to be done and it was either me or him. I had too much good to live for to let his evil be the end of me. A large part of me wondered what made a man like him, what drives him and how one can completely disregard morality or ethics.
"Your mom and Eret are both survivors with two powerful dragons and a fully stocked boat. They'll be fine, I have no doubt. After the snowstorm, we can fly their path just to be sure though." Astrid suggests and I nod along. "And I'm glad you're coming to terms with Krogan. You did the right thing." Astrid reaffirms as her right hand leaves its place cupping mine and reaches up to my cheek, pressing against it softly as she smiles.
"Thank you, I've no shame in saying I draw a lot of my strength from you." I admit softly, taking my left hand up and cupping hers as it rests on my cheek. Bringing it down, I kiss her hand softly as I then lean down and kiss her forehead before resting my head lightly on hers. I can feel her breath as her fingers tighten around my own hand and I allow my eyes to lightly shut.
"I draw my courage from you. We make quite the team." She says as I nod. "Hey." She whispers as I open my eyes, smiling and looking at her as I see her warm gaze staring back at me. I lean in as she leans up and our lips connect softly in a tender, lingering kiss. My hand breaks from hers and finds her cheek as I stabilize our lips as they press together. My other hand still wrapped across her waist with hers on top of it. As our lips lightly party, I feel her teeth gently tug at my lower lip before our eyes meet again.
"I love you." I whisper against her lips as she smiles and exhales, I feel her warm breath against mine. I gently move my right hand across her waist and trail it upwards, sliding my bare hand underneath her chest wrap as she gasps slightly.
"Mm. I love you too." She answers softly, closing her eyes as my hand is now cupping and massaging her breast, moving between each one as she leans her head back against my shoulder. I slide my left hand down from her cheek and run it slowly down her body underneath the blanket to her waist and let it linger around her lower undergarments. I feel her breath hitch as I stop. "Keep going." She whispers, barely above the sound of a breath.
Smiling, I shift our positions just enough so she is fully sitting on my lap beneath the blanket, her head resting back against my shoulder but providing me enough room so that I can kiss her neck. My right hand still massaging her breasts and nipples, I can feel the muscles in her breasts tighten as her nipples become sensitive and erect to my touch. My left hand does as she desires and slips underneath her garments and in between her legs where I slide a single finger through the slit between her lower lips and feel the wetness already present beneath.
"You're already ready." I whisper against her neck as she laughs lightly amid a moan.
"I'm always ready for you." She responds lightly as I smile, kissing her neck again before biting it and letting one of my fingers slide inside her slit. When my finger makes contact with her most sensitive area and slips inside, she lets loose an aching, low moan as her left hand clings my shoulder, helping put more pressure against our bodies. I can feel my own member harden as its pressed against her rear, though confined within my own undergarments.
I slide my finger in and out, letting it explore within her before sliding a second to follow and apply more pressure within. I feel her muscles tighten around my fingers as I continue my massaging of her nipples and breasts, my lips and teeth tracing her neck. I am starting to notice lingering marks from where I have bitten her and sucked and licked her neck, fortunately they were all below the neckline of most clothing she wears. As my fingers increase their movement, I feel her hips grind against my hand as she moans as gasps softly, her left hand finding my face and turning me to her as she leans up, kissing me passionately. I could feel her breathlessness already and it enticed me even more. When our lips part, my fingers still moving, she cups my cheek and smiles her passionate, lustful smile.
"I want you." She whispers and kisses me again. This was the side of Astrid that was mine and mine alone, as this was the side of me that was for her and only her.
"You'll always have me, however you want me." I whisper back and slide my fingers back in and listen to her sounds of pleasure. She would always have me, no matter what befell us, I would never leave her. What I had with Astrid was more than a friendship or a simple romance, it was a true feeling of love and acceptance, of true appreciation in each other. I wanted to make her happy and making her happy made me happy. Whether that was happy under a bedsheet or happy at a dinner or in battle, I would always have her side and support her, as she would me. With her in these moments, it was only her and I; not my future as Chief with her as my Chieftess, what would become of the summit or the trappers. Not the death of my father, the struggles of Krogan and Drago or Viggo and Johann. It was simply us.
It was another one of those moments that I longed to experience. The moment when I could lose myself in the throes of passion I felt for Hiccup. The love I had grown and developed for him was more than a simple thing; it was a true heartful and soul bound feeling that I shared with him. Where he fed on my strength of will in order to find his inner resolve and stand true, I would feed of his courage to do things I hadn't thought possible. Together we learned from each other, through our failures and our successes.
Being with him, being in his arms was more than just a physical attraction. When I was alone with him in this way, I could forget the world, I could forget the challenges that would face us in the days to come. Forget the pain that had riddled our past that led us here. In these moments, the only thing I would think about was how he made me feel, and how I wanted to make him feel. How he made my body ache with a burning desire to feel his touch, to feel his lips against my bare skin or his hands as they explored my body. How I wanted to hear his gasps, the hitches in his breath with I did the same. My own lips exploring his body, our tongues dancing and entangling, our fingers interlocking. The sweat of our bodies making us slick and slide across each other next to the growing heat of the fire pit. Running my hands through his hair as I let my own be unbraided, letting it wave as we rocked together. I could absolutely lose myself in moments like these. It was all of that and more, it was honestly beyond what words could describe.
"Mmph." A moan escapes my lips against his as his fingers had fully begun exploring within me. Feeling him within me as he massaged my nipples made my back arch and eyes roll back. I wasn't sure if I was still kissing him at that moment, but when I felt his teeth tug at my lips I gasps as my hips lurched against his hand and I feel a swift eruption between my legs as my body shakes in his arms. A shuddered moan lingers out of my mouth as he brings his fingers up from within me and goes to lick them clean. I stop him with my hand, and bring his fingers to my lips, wrapping my lips around them and tasting his accomplishment. Controlling his hand as he watches, I slide his fingers out of my mouth and pull him in to kiss me, our tongues quickly finding each other as I rolled over in his lap, now straddling him next to the fire as the blanket slides off my back and down onto his legs.
Pressing both of my hands against his chest, I sit back against him and grind my slick area against his, even through our undergarments, we could feel each other. I could feel his member throb beneath the pressure I was exerting, and he could feel the slick residue of my eruption. Reaching up, I unclip a couple bands and remove my headband, letting my hair fully down before sliding my chest garments up and over my head, revealing my bare chest to him as he leans back in the chair, his hands finding my hips and resting there.
In these moments, words were important but unnecessary, we communicated to each other through our actions, and we both had come to read each other so accurately from our years as partners in the sky before our relationship. We hid nothing from each other, we never lied or pretended, we never had too. I've never felt freer with anyone than I do with Hiccup, who loved me for who I was, not for what I could offer them. Even when I thought I would be crippled due to my eyesight being taken from me, he refused to leave my side.
His fingers latched on my own undergarments and together, we slide them down my body before I re-straddled him. The only one clothed now was Hiccup and his lower garments, he had lost his chest garments before we settled in the blanket. Though we could feel the cold air form the outside leak into the house, the heat from the fire and our own bodies removed any thought of the cold. He tried to undo his undergarments as I stopped him, smiling and sliding down his legs and off of the chair, the blanket falling behind me as I rest on my knees in front of him.
Sliding his undergarments off, I lean up and wrap my fingers around his member as he gasps and leans his head back, moaning my name softly as I wrap my lips around his member. He needn't ask for me to do this, I enjoyed making him feel this way as he did me. Circling the base of his member with my fingers, I slide them up and down as my lips and tongue slather the top before fully taking it in my mouth and bobbing my head with my own fingers movement. His moans and grunts keeping me going, as I genuinely liked hearing the sounds of pleasure that I could make him make.
I felt his member throb within my grip as he tries to warn me his is about to erupt, I wasn't listening as I felt him release within my mouth. I didn't stop and kept my head and fingers moving as I felt him throb and pulse in my grip, swallowing it all. When he finally stopped, I could still feel how hard he was as I removed my lips and glanced up to him with a small smile, biting my lower lip as I wiped them.
"Now we're even." I whisper, climbing back up on his lap and pressing myself against his member as he moans against the pressure. "Still sensitive?" I ask teasing as I glide a finger across his chest.
"I'll show you." He answers, his right hand gripping my shoulder and pulling me down as he passionately presses his lips to mine. He didn't care, we were lost in the passion of it all as we had grown to explore and taste one another in a true form of expression and acceptance. His left hand found my hips amid the distracting kiss and I felt his hips lurch beneath me as he slides his member inside of me, guiding my hips down on him as I moan loudly against his lips. The distance between our hips gone as I arch my back, feeling the full length and girth of him throb within me as I start to grind, pressing my hands to his chest again. He keeps his hands where they were as I ride him, each movement forward and back, up and down elicits a moan or grunt from the both of us.
Throwing my head forward, my hair extends down and engulfs his head, so that from my face I can see his gazing up at me as he continues rocking his hips. Both of us breathlessly moving our bodies amid synchronized sounds of pleasure. Leaning down, I cry out in pleasure as I feel him thrust up, reaching his member just an inch deeper than it had been and pressing my lips against his, running my tongue against his lips until his tongue came out to meet mine. We each tasted the other, tasted each other as our tongues danced and our moans left one mouth to enter the other. Our lips part as I bite my lip and shudder, feeling myself begin to shake as I erupt again from his passion driven thrusts. My muscles and hips tighten around his member as my hands grips his shoulders and I lean in, grinding hard against his hips.
"Astrid. I'm going to, I'm-I'm about to.." He stutters as his pace increases more and I moan against his lips as I bite his lower lip, quickly tugging at it as I pull back, looking into his beautiful green eyes.
"Do it. I-I ready to..Mmph.. Explode" I answer, leaning back and arching it as he gasps and I feel his member throb and erupt within me as I tighten my muscles and explode, my own slick wet mixing with his as our hips continue grinding until both of our bodies are done. The sweat coating our bare bodies as we forget the bone chilling temperature outside amid the passion driven heat we generated ourselves next to the fire. I feel my muscles relax as I lean down and lay on his chest, his hands running lightly up and down my back as we sit in our own passions for a minute.
"Going to be up for another round soon?" He teasingly whispers as I glance up to him and smile, rolling my eyes.
"Babe, I'm always up for another round with you. We've got all night with no interruptions to explore, wanna try anything new?" I ask, running my finger down his chest as he shrugs and smiles.
"Honestly, we could do the very same thing every day and I would never tire of it. I love having you in my arms, no matter the circumstances." He answers in his usually sincere tone before his smile turns sly. "That said, I'm sure we can come up with a few different and new things together tonight. I'll try anything with you." He finishes as I smile.
"I feel the same. Let's relax here for a little bit, then we'll see what else we can do." I answer, reaching down and grabbing the blanket and pulling it back over us as I slide off of his hips entirely and instead lay with one leg over his, the blanket now hooked to my shoulder as I rest my head on his shoulder. I too could spend an eternity just sitting like this in his arms and never want for anything more. What I felt for him, what we felt for each other, seemed almost surreal and beyond what I expected in even my wildest dreams.
Most men and woman dream of finding that one that completes them, that makes them feel confident and strong, wanted and appreciated. That makes them feel as though they are not alone on the world. Many who want that settle for far less than they deserve, whether it be due to a lack of availability or just bad decisions. I was happy to say that, with Hiccup, I found all of that and more.
