Author's Note: Rated M.
This storm had been one of the best things that's happened for me recently. As much as I hated being grounded from flying Stormfly due to the weather, I was grounded with the one person I can genuinely enjoy time with. After we finished our dawn patrol, we returned and ate a hearty breakfast; we would need the energy from the food as the day was going to be anything but dull for us.
It wasn't long thereafter that our cloths had all but vanished into some corner of the house and we were sprawled on the large blanket that sat next to the firepit. Toothless had since relit the pit before resuming his place on the second floor and Stormfly had already nestled back into her perch, leaving us to our own devices. He had since laid me on my back and had begun exploring my body again. Our passion wasn't limited to traditional sexual intercourse; we both truly enjoyed each other. This was another such moment where we could take our time and just explore one another, and Hiccup was going first. His lips and fingers traced down my neck to my collar bone and shoulders as I hear him laugh lightly.
"I'm starting to see marks where I…" he pauses and bites down on my lower neckline, causing me to gasp and inhale sharply in a light moan as I bite my lip and close my eyes; my hands clenching the blanket. "…bite." He finishes softly, then kissing it.
"Marks only you'll see." I whisper as I feel him kiss down my chest and on my upper breasts as his fingers trace around my nipples, barely touching them enough to give me goosebumps and make them even more sensitive. He was doing more than exploring, he was teasing, and he was doing a really good job at it as I felt my legs curl and my area below pulse at his touch.
He lingers here, allowing his lips to caress my one of my breasts as his hand tends to the other. I feel his tongue circle and slather my nipple as I hear myself moan; my eyes still shut as my hands continue clenching the blanket. He stops suddenly and I feel his finger trace just above my breast line around my collar and shoulder.
"A scar?" He whispers, and I remember when I was first training Stormfly, the number of times she fired spines around me. One of them struck me pretty good, of course, I never told anyone. I did more training than even Hiccup did before we left for the Edge, after the Red Death. I'd noticed the scar some time ago, though it was barely visible unless under heavy scrutiny, and only Hiccup would ever be so close. Well, maybe Gothi if the situation demanded but not in this way.
"From Stormfly, a long, long time ago." I say softly and he nods, kissing it and massaging it with his finger before kissing back down to my breasts.
"What other scars do you have?" He asks, semi-rhetorically as I laugh lightly at his touch and glancing down at him.
"You're one to talk, the amount you have from everything you've been through." I retort playfully as he smiles.
"You've never said anything before." He states and I nod along as his lips find my other nipple, closing my eyes and lightly moaning.
"I-I like them." I whimper at his touch, and I did.
We were both in love for more than our bodies, our emotional, mental and spiritual connection made the physical attraction we felt amplified if nothing else. I could be blind, and nothing would change except my ability to see his eyes, his smile, his body. But not my ability to see the love we share. Though, I'd be lying if I pretended that I didn't find him attractive. The years as a blacksmith, as a rider had been good to him. Beneath the dragonscale flight suit most saw him in was a chiseled and lean body of remarkable muscles. Snotlout found that out the hard way when Hiccup decked him in the face back on the Edge. There was more to Hiccup, though. He had lost his foot and had left battles and training with his fair share of scars. Nothing overt, only things we would see amid the firelight.
Once Hiccup felt he was done caressing my breasts, much to my own chagrin for I could happily feel that for hours, he continues down. His lips and fingers trace down my stomach as I feel my own abs clench at his touch, and I feel him smile as he kisses, his hands tracing down my ribs to my waist. He moves one finger and traces another small line on my abdomen as I think back to the time when we attempted to recover Stormfly from Ryker.
"Another one." He whispers, kissing it as I nod.
"When we went to save Stormfly and I was knocked off Toothless, the grappling chain that grabbed me before you could.. it left a mark." I answer softly and I feel him sigh as he kisses it again.
"Even then I knew, maybe it helped me realize it fully." He says softly against my abdomen, though before I could ask for clarification he continues. "I knew I didn't want to be in a world without you in it." He finishes and I smile, my eyes lightly opening as I feel him getting lower to the area of my desire. I wanted nothing more than to feel his tongue caress me down there, to feel his fingers explore. Though, he was exploring and teasing at the same time, so of course, I'd have to wait.
He kissed down my right thigh as he paused again, his finger tracing the arrow wound from when I blocked a dragonroot arrow from hitting Stormfly with my thigh. He didn't ask this one, he recognized it, he only kissed it again and continued down my bare leg. Once he got to my foot, he took it in his hands and massaged the sole of my foot. I'd never felt a foot massage before, and it honestly felt really, really good. He lingered there a moment before switching to the other foot, he massaged that one as well for a minute or two before kissing his way up my leg. This thigh had no scars and I felt him kiss to my waist where he let his lips linger. I bit my lip again and slowly spread my legs further apart without a word, hoping he'd take the hint. Sometimes, Hiccup could miss the point, but this was not one of those times.
He kisses down a little more before I felt him hike my thighs over his shoulders as he reached up past them and wrapped one of his arms around my waist. I felt his tongue slide across the entirety of the opening below before his lips wrapped around my area as he slid a single finger inside while his tongue and lips worked their magic. What he could do with his tongue, lips and finger was a thing of pure pleasure for me, hitting every one of my nerves; my back was already arching as I was gasping for breath and moaning at his touch. He never stopped, only continued and explored more. His tongue had eventually joined his finger as it dives inside me from below, eliciting another stifled moan as my breath hitches. He slips another finger in and moves them together as my moans become increasingly unstifled and louder.
Were it not for the blizzard that now raged outside, I'd almost be worried someone would hear me. But as the wind was on our side right now, I didn't care and allowed myself to make as much noise as my body deemed necessary. I slide my hands down my chest and they soon found Hiccup's head, weaving through his hair I pressed against his head as my hips began to grind vigorously against his mouth and fingers. He didn't seem to mind as his pace only increases and my own feeling of pleasure reached it's climax. My body shook and I felt myself explode below as I moaned before inhaling sharply and exhaling loosely, my back arching as my toes curled against the blanket as my knees locked. My whole body was shaking as the pressure I had on his head had all but evaporated and he slowly kisses his way back up.
Looking over me, he smiled and before he could do anything, I grabbed his cheeks and pulled him in for a long, passionate kiss where our tongues met, and I tasted myself in his mouth. When we finally broke, I smiled and pushed him over onto his back.
"My turn." I whispered as I began crawling on him. It was my turn to explore.
I loved it when it was her turn, almost as much as I loved it when it was mine, though I must say, I loved it most when we shared a turn. That said, I had no problem laying back and letting Astrid explore me in my entirety, as I was hers to know. She wasn't wrong about the number of scars I had acquired over the years, compared to the three I found on her otherwise perfect, toned body. From chest to heel, I had a fair share of small scars that ranged in origin.
A good portion of them were from training Toothless and all the trial and error I did while making a flight suit, a harness, falling off his back, getting whiplash. It wasn't easy being the first Dragon Trainer on Berk, even if my mother had trained dragons long before I did. That said, they weren't all from that. I had more than a couple I had gotten from Dagur or Krogan, Ragnar the Rock also had given me a nice one along my abdomen that I only hoped would fade.
Astrid had taken a similar path that I had, beginning with my neckline and biting down on it, giving me what I imagine are her own marks around my neck and shoulder. Marks that were for us only. Each time I felt her teeth clench down, I gasped, and my hands found her back, pulling down slightly and pressing her body to mine. I heard her soft laugh as I did so as she moved down my body to my chest. There, I felt her fingers trace several areas and as I looked, she was tracing various small scars I had acquired over the years.
For Vikings, scars were a right of passage, a sign that not only had you seen battle, but you were triumphant. I had never been one for pain, or battle; never had I wanted to gain a scar for the sake of having a scar. That Astrid liked them made me happy, as I had grown content with what I had acquired over the years. She didn't ask me about specific ones, she knew there were many and what they could be, though she did linger longer when she reached my abdomen and kissed along the larger scar that Ragnar had given me when I was down and out for what felt like a month. She shook her head and hugged my abdomen.
"I was so angry. I was seeing red, I wanted to do to Ragnar what you had to do to Krogan, and I'm not proud of that." She admits softly as I reach down and stroke her hair.
"I'd feel the same, we'll get them too." I respond softly and she smiles, kissing it again before continuing further down. My member was laying across my lower abdomen and hard, and as I felt her breath against it, I felt it throb and pulse up. Like it was trying to stand straight up in anticipation. I heard her soft laugh again as she took it in her hand and gently stroked it, though continuing down.
"Only fair." She murmurs softly, releasing it and kissing down my leg, running her fingers down it to my right foot. She paused as she reached the nub that had been my former left foot. "I knew then, I think. You were the unassuming hero-type, never asking for praise, risking everything for what you believed in even if it meant going against everything. I was young, we were. But I knew then, and I was so scared, I still remember." She says softly as her fingers trace around the base of the nub. It didn't hurt, I hadn't felt pain there in years, and it had healed rather well thanks to Gothi and Gobber.
"We made it here, and we did it together." I say without any context, it was hard to answer her feelings from years ago, and maybe that was the point. Either way, we knew, and we made it. I saw her smile as she crawled her way back up my other leg and her hand had found my erect member again.
"We made it… here?" She teasingly asks as she kisses just the tip of my member which prompts it to throb in her grip. I was sensitive as well, feeling her body crawl across mine was intoxicating, I could drink up her presence; everything about her like this was potent.
She didn't wait for me to answer as she wrapped her lips around my member again, prompting it to pulse again as she begins bobbing her head and stroking the base with her hands. I gasp and inhale sharply as I look down and watch her bob her head on my member. The sight was so alluring, mesmerizing, each bob of her head and stroke of her hand was like it's own still moment in time.
She had begun going down further than before, and I felt the pressure of her throat on the tip of my member as she continued to dive as deep as she could. The feeling was immeasurable, and her mouth was so warm as she slathered my member with her tongue. My own hands found their way to her shoulders, eventually weaving into her hair as she did mine. I felt like I was nearing an explosion as I began thrusting up into her mouth as she bobbed down, helping her get as deep as she could, helping me.
"I'm- I'm about to—As-Astrid..!" I exclaim as I glance down to her. In that moment, our eyes locked and before they break, I see her nod as she dives deeper down and I press against her head, pressing up as far as I can. The full length of my member inside her mouth as I feel myself explode and her throat contracting as I feel her swallowing. As she pulls her head up and pants for breath, she smiles at me.
"You deserved that." She whispered and I smiled.
"Astrid, I want you to turn around, and sit right here." I playfully say, patting my mouth as she bites her lips and nods.
"Your wish is my command, my Chief." She teases, getting up and walking so that she is standing over my head. She lowers herself down and lays across my chest, her hands finding my still throbbing member as I grip her hips and pull her all the way down. She's now straddling my face, and all I can see, smell, taste or touch is her. Her scent is potent, and her taste is alluring. I waste no time and dive my tongue inside of her as I feel her legs almost give out in my initial contact; she was obviously still sensitive.
She too wasted no time and her lips soon found their way back around my member. I continue diving my tongue in and around her area, layering her slit and drinking in her presence as I heard her moan. She had paused several times as I continued, and I could tell she was getting close again as she grinds down against my face. I loved it, every second of it. She tries to maintain composure and tries to keep her lips around my member, but the pleasure she's feeling seems to be too much as her legs start to shake again. That was yet another thing I loved, the ability to make her feel this way endlessly. My own member had a lifespan before it would want to rest, but her, her I could continue to give attention to, and she would only succumb to the pleasure more easily. I had grown quite fond of drinking in her pleasure, her scent, her presence had become something that I had longed for during the days.
She wasn't ready to be outmatched, and everything had to be a competition. Though I felt her legs shaking and tasted her as she exploded, grinding against my face, she didn't stop. She fought, so hard, and I could tell, to continue. With how sensitive I was already after having erupted once, it didn't take much for me either, and she didn't stop there. As I felt myself begin to throb and tense, she knew and since I couldn't warn her with her straddling my face, she dived down deep. I felt her lips wrap around and felt the pressure of her throat as the full length of my member was sheathed by her mouth. I felt myself explode again and felt the pressure as she swallowed again.
Rolling to the side, she laid beside me and reached out to me, my hand finding hers as we pant breathlessly staring at each other from afar as our bodies lay opposite each other. We had no care to rotate, not yet, we'd certainly have time to cuddle later. Right now, we were both more than content to simply find solace in each other's presence. I soon saw her eyes close as mine closed shortly after, it was time for a mid-morning nap.
