Rated M – Adult Content


After seeing our most illustrious guests off the Island, we invited The Berserkers, Defenders of the Wing, Outcasts and Wingmaidens to our island to celebrate our perfectly named holiday tradition; Snoggletog. It had always taken place in the winter in the time between the Winter Solstice and the Vernal Equinox; usually happening before the worst of winter. Snow had always draped the village during Snoggletog, and since the dragons had joined us, each Snoggletog had been better than the last. This one would be a little different in that it was the first Snoggletog since my father had passed. It was the first one where we had invited allies from neighboring islands, it was also the first one I'd spend with my mother, and the first one I'd spend with Astrid as a couple. This was a lot of firsts.

It was a chance to reconnect with our allies and our families, our friends without the looming danger that'd follow come the end of winter when we'd oust the trappers. A chance to take a day and just forget about the battles we had been through, the battles we would still have to wage and just enjoy the presence of those around us. I couldn't wait for such a day and inviting all the friends we made over the years was a big step forward. As one of the oldest tribes in the Archipelago, standing strong at just over four hundred years old, we had made our share of enemies and friends, and seen several tribes rise and fall around us. The Great Hall stood as a testament to the courage and strength of our fore bearers, my father among them.

Gliding my fingers around the shield that shows me standing with my father, clutching the scroll I found left behind by Hamish the Second. I remember that day, I had little confidence in Bucket's ability to paint, and when I saw the first painting my heart sank. But in the end, that was the day that any fear I had my father regretted me evaporated. Sure, in some families, a father showing affection or love for their son is somewhat taboo. I was pleased to say that, while we certainly had our moments of reserving emotions, I feel like that barrier dropped significantly during my time at the Edge.

I feel a gentle hand rest on my shoulder as I glance to my left and see my mother standing there with me, gazing at the shield painting of my father and I with a warm smile. The sounds of laughter in the Great Hall abound but almost drown out at the same time as she looks down to me. "Your father was so proud of you; you changed him in ways I never dreamed possible. This, this is a testament to that love." She says softly before turning and pointing to the lively Hall and adding. "And so is this." She finishes.

"I'm glad you're here mom." I say simply. Looking back to those around the Hall, my eyes immediately fall on Astrid as she's with several of our friends and allies.

Dagur, Heather, Minden, Atali, Snotlout, Throk, The Twins, Fishlegs, Alvin, Mala; all of them were occupying a table with Astrid and laughing, regaling each other and drinking. There were several other Outcasts, Wingmaidens and Defenders along with Berkians and Berserkers who were huddled around the table. The tone, the laughter, it was obvious they were going over our times in the past, likely something we did back on the Edge. I felt a smile crest my lips as I noticed several key things; Minden and Snotlout were sitting close together and laughing, Fishlegs and Heather were next to each other as well. Something that somewhat surprised me, or didn't, I suppose, was seeing Throk next to Ruffnut. It seems that even several years later, the Defender still had feelings for the Nut, much to Tuffnut's chagrin. It begged the question of who our good old Tuffnut may end up settling with; if that was something he'd even do. I remember the conversation we had with Astrid; settling down and having kids. Having kids; with Astrid. I felt my heart skip as I thought about it, and how I longed for that to become a reality.

Gobber walked up to my mother and I with his bell-hand attachment ringing and a smile. "Chief, got a speech ready? Most everyone is here, and better get one now before the drink makes them incapable of talking! I made a new formula this year with Gothi's help." Gobber says mischievously as I shake my head and laugh.

"And what does this formula do, Gobber?" I ask sarcastically as he holds up his hands innocently.

"Oh, it be no different than good old honey mead, just with a bit of Snoggletog twist and kick. Tastes like sweet slices of deliciousness without any aftertaste!" Gobber says delightfully as we walk over to the upper table and he shakes his hand viciously, attracting the attention of all as the Hall comes to a stillness. Gazing down at the sea of friends and family, I feel a warmth even in the dead of winter. "The Chief is gona' speak!" Gobber shouts as all eyes fall on me and I nod, my eyes quickly finding Astrids. She looks up at me with a warm smile and I just feel at ease.

"Tonight, we celebrate our allies, our friends and family. For the first time in four-hundred years, we celebrate Snoggletog with not just our dragons, but our neighbors and close kin. The Berserkers, The Outcasts, Defenders of the Wing and Wingmaidens; you've been stalwart allies over the years even if we did have rough beginnings. I can speak for all of Berk when I say I am proud to call you family and to welcome you for our Snoggletog Celebration!" I call out, holding up a mug as everyone cheers.

"To the Chief!" Astrid calls out, raising her mug as everyone repeats loudly. "To our allies!" She calls out again prompting another repeat of everyone. "To each other!" She finishes and everyone cheers, drinking and going back to laughing. Our eyes locked as I close in on the table with everyone else as they begun telling stories again. I can hear Dagur telling one of where he almost killed me and laughing about it afterwards, he still earned the Deranged title to be sure. But that wasn't what was important as I circle the table and Astrid meets me halfway, embracing in a long, tight hug. I can smell her scent as I bury my face in her shoulder and sighing in relief. Relief at just being with her and nothing more. Pulling back, we lock eyes for a moment before going in for a kiss and I felt like time itself stood still as I drank in her presence.

When we part, I smile and press my forehead to hers amid the laughter and verbose talk around us; it all seems drown out as all I can hear is her. "The Equinox is just around the corner." I say softly as her hands hook around my neck and she smiles.

"I've never looked forward to anything more." She answers as we sway to the sound of a growing music. Glancing behind us, Gobber had apparently started playing a song for all to listen too that just fit the tempo we were swaying at. We swayed like that for a minute before I was drawn to Dagur as he addressed me specifically.

"Uh, Brother. Not to, pull you away from what I understand is important." He comments, sitting closely to Mala and smiling while Astrid and I part and move closer.

"What is it?" I ask as he shrugs and glances around the table.

"Uh, Snoggletog. Why is it named that?" He asks and I sigh and laugh almost at the same time as I shrug.

"I've been asking that for years. Tradition, who knows. But it is. And welcome to it, you all too." I say, glancing around as everyone nods, holding up a mug.

"Thanks fer having me, Hiccup!" Alvin says. "I've not been to a Snoggletog in, oh, thirty years or so since before I was banished! Ye know, we Outcasts tried to have something like Snoggletog I called Grottlelog! But it, well, it never took off." Alvin exclaims as we all laugh around the table and he just looks around. "What's so funny?" He asks as I just shake my head.

"Yes, Hiccup, thank you for inviting us. It was nice to come see where you and the other riders grew up." Atali said. "And while we don't permit males to stay on our island, we appreciate you allowing us to stay here. Our Fledgling Razorwhips are resting in the stables." Atali says before standing and closing closer to me and whispering. "And I think Minden and Snotlout might well advance; if he can accept our courting ways." She says as Astrid scoffs.

"Good luck with that." She mutters with a half smile as I bump hips with her and she laughs.

"Hey, he seems to actually like Minden, who knows." I add as she just shakes her head and then rests it on my shoulder. I tug on Astrid's hands and pull her away from the table and rest my hands on her hips as hers find their way around my neck with our foreheads touching again. There, we sway to the music Gobber is playing.

"I could spend all night just like this." She whispers, closing her eyes and swaying her hips with mind as we move to the beat. I smile, I could too, but I could think of other things we could do together to pass the night.

"Is there any other way you think we could pass the night?" I teasingly ask as she opens her eyes and bites her lip, nodding.

"Definitely." She answers and takes my hands, leading us out of the Great Hall while no eyes were on us. At first, I thought she was going towards the house, but her direction changed to the Forge; to my private little room. That was our room, where I could work anything at any time of day without fear of waking people up. Tonight, I wouldn't be working with the flames of the forge, but there would certainly be a heat and sweat I'd be working with, and I'd love every second of it.


This was becoming all too familiar, not that I was complaining in the slightest. The quietness of the village as we walked through while everyone was at the Great Hall celebrating, we spent time with those around us and then disappeared together. Surely, others had noticed by now but said nothing and sought nothing. And that's how I'd like to keep it, because anyone who disrupts my time with Hiccup like this was earning a one-way ride to Valhalla.

We had grown so much bolder with each other, the timidness was evaporating, the awkwardness, the unease; it was all a thing of the past. I knew Hiccup and he knew me, we knew each other's bodies, our hearts and minds. There was nothing we didn't know about each other by now. Every scar on his chest, the little one on his chin, his forearms and legs. I knew, I was there. The arrow wound on my leg, the remnants of cuts or burns from battle that were scattered around my body, Hiccup knew. It was not something everyone else could say, we knew each other in ways most would never dream. I may have been jealous when Dagur and Mala showed up and announced their wedding, acting all affectionate with each other. But that was still our awkward phase, now, those two couldn't hold a candle to how Hiccup and I are together except that they were actually married. Not that it mattered, as in our minds, we were married as well.

We got to the Forge and inside Hiccup's small room, our hands broke and he immediately went to the forge while I locked the door and sealed it. The heat from the forge was already strong as I turned to look at him and immediately felt myself pinned against the wall as his lips pressed against mine, his leg spreading mine. Wrapping both arms around his neck, I moan into his mouth as I press my hips against his as our tongues connect. His taste and scent, it was like the first time every time, like I could get lost in the essence of it. Hearing his moans into my mouth as our tongues vied for dominance over the other, wrapping and slicking around each other, it made me feel hot and flustered; it made my legs ache and my lower area already began pulsing as I grinded against him.

Our lips part, though our tongues hang as we recover, breathlessly panting and looking into each other's eyes. I bite my lower lip and smile, leaning in and kissing his neck before leaning into his ear and whispering. "I want you." Softly as I hear him breath heavily against my neck. Pushing him back, I push him to the makeshift bed he made. The record time our cloths vanished from our bodies was dazzling but right as I push him back on top of the bed, so that he is sitting. Climbing on his lap, I sit and press my hips against his, leaning in and smiling. Undoing my braided hair, I let it fall to either side of my head as I lean in and slowly grind my hips against his very stiff member below as he moans, his hands resting on my hips.

"Astrid." He pleads softly as he presses his hips up, I can feel him throb beneath me and the sensation alone is enough to make me moan. I lean down, kissing his lips playfully as he leans against the wall, still sitting partially up with my riding him. His lips move to my breasts and nipples, wrapping around one then the other, prompting separate moans with each touch as I rock my head back. His stiff member still pressing solidly against my wet, warm area.

He needn't say more, we both wanted the next bit, I wanted it, I needed it and so did he. Raising my hips, I reach below and guide his member up as I sit back down. I feel the tip slowly enter as we both collectively moan before I lower all the way, feeling him fill me up completely. I felt my legs spasm as his full length pressed deep inside me, forcing me to lean in and moan into his shoulders. I start rocking my hips and already feel extremely sensitive as he rocks in return, his lips finding my shoulders then neck before I feel him bite down. The feeling of it, of his bite followed by his kiss made my legs go weak and shake softly as I tried to keep moving. It was something else today, I was more sensitive than normal, I already felt like I had become overwhelmed with passion. That, however, did not stop Hiccup.

Where my legs already felt weak, already felt as though they had spasmed due to the need I felt; his hips started rocking where mine struggled. Each movement he made prompted a moan from me, a short, soft moan. I felt each one escape my lips as I closed my eyes and pressed down against his hips, wrapping my arms around his neck. His own hands guiding my hips as he popped his hips up and pulled me back down on top of him, grinding each time, moving around within me. I felt my eyes rolling back as I moan and leaned into him. He was guiding me even though I sat on top of him.

Suddenly, without warning, I felt myself hoisted up with my legs involuntarily wrapping around his hips as Hiccup stood and turned around. Before I even opened my eyes amid feeling him within me, I felt myself being lowered on the bed as he laid on top of me and drove deeper inside of me, prompting another deep moan. "Hiccup!" I moan, his name sliding off my tongue as he continues his movements. His thrusts becoming more pointed, more direct. It's like he was gauging which one made me moan louder and then hit that spot again and again. "Keep. Going." I stuttered through a moan as I felt him hit a sharp sensitive spot. And he did; he hit it again and again, each time eliciting one moan after another. His pace quickened as I tightened my legs around his hips. I had already erupted in passion and I was nearing another, and I could tell he was as well by the way his body moved and the sounds he made.

"Astrid!" He moans against me as his lips find mine. I bite his lower hip and kiss him with each thrust moving our lips apart as he moans again. "I'm- I'm almost.." He stutters between means, his lips grazing mine as I rock against him, invigorated by his passion.

"Keep. Going. Hiccup. Hi-HICCUP!" I call out as I feel him throb within me, his thrusting going faster as he drives as deep as he can, filling every inch within me as he calls out.

"Astrid!" He moans and calls out, leaning down and biting my neck briefly before I feel his warm breath as his movements come to a slowing close. I can feel the warmth below and within me as I tighten and feel him throb, the sound, the scent it was unmistakable and I honestly loved it. Hiccup lays across my chest as his face rests in my shoulder, breathing heavily. His member still inside of me as my legs spasm until I finally unlock my feet and let my legs lay open with him across me. I kiss his neck and slide my hands up his back til I find his hair and slowly start playing with it.

Another braid being added to the two I had given him. No one knew, not even Stoick knew, I think. One day, while we were out searching for dragons, long before the Edge. There was a moment we shared; it was after the dragon races had started. Even then, we knew we'd end up together eventually, if our randomly timed kisses in our youth weren't a sign enough. But there, gazing out past the sea stacks as the sun set, I braided those strands and he just never undid them except to wash them, and when he did, I redid it for him. No one ever asked, no one questioned. It was just sort of there one day and no one even noticed it but us. It was a sort of silent promise, I guess. I added the third on his other side, his right side. Maybe they'd notice this one, maybe not, but it didn't matter.

His soft breaths made me smile as he leaned over and rolled back, looking at me with a warm smile. "I love you." He whispered, leaning up to me and kissing me.

"I love you." I answer softly, returning the kiss as he leans in, pressing his forehead to mine and just closing his eyes. I can tell he was thinking of something, something he'd share when he was ready. Something I didn't need to wait for.

"I was thinking…" He begins as I smile, I knew him so well. "Remember when Throk came to try for Ruffnut's hand in marriage on the Edge, how we talked to Tuffnut about it, asking him how he'd feel?" He begins softly and I feel my heart skip as I nod. Opening his eyes, he smiles. "About settling down; about kids." He adds softly and I feel my breath hitch. I feel a lump in my throat as he looks away meekly with a smile before returning his gaze to me. "I dream about the day you and I can have kids, settle down and just be together." He finishes and I can't stop the smile, the warm feeling as he looks away again. I slide my hand up to his cheek and lean in, kissing him passionately.

"So do I." I answer softly against his lips, kissing him again. We lay there for awhile, like that, just enwrapped in each other's arms, awake and not moving. Basking in each other's presence. This, this is how I could spend all night, without a second thought really. But, unfortunately, that wasn't the way of the world, we still had guests at a party to attend too and the night was still young. Rolling back onto my side as the crackle of the forge sparks, I look at Hiccup's face as his eyes lay closed and his soft breaths causing his chest to slowly move up and down.

"Hmm?" He asks without opening his eyes though his smile widening as his arms tighten around me.

"Should we get back to the party?" I ask after a few seconds, not wanting to disturb a good thing. His smile doesn't falter but he does open his eyes with a shrug.

"Probably. Thor only knows what everything thinks, if they even noticed our absence. We could grab Toothless and Stormfly from the house and claim a midnight flight?" He suggests as I smile and nod.

"Only if they ask, otherwise we don't even need to bring it up." I say with a smile as I roll on top of him, straddling him and kissing his lips as he hands rest under his head. He doesn't fight the kiss at all, and I can feel him getting stiff down there again as I press against him, he laughs and shakes his head.

"You're making it real hard for me to want to go back to the party." He teases with a smile and I grin.

"Oh, how hard?" I playfully retort, fully feeling how hard he is growing beneath me as his smile turns to a smirk and his hands move to my hips as he lurches up quickly, prompting a surprised yelp from me as he hoists me up with him. I'm suddenly pinned to the wall with my legs around him, and his stiff member already sliding inside of me as he kisses me, eliciting a moan from me as I shudder and smile.

"One more round?" He whispers playfully and I bite my lip, my arms wrapping around his neck as I press against his hips, sliding his member back inside of me and nodding.

"One more round." I answer and he smiles, pushing me back against the wall, prompting another moan. We had grown so much bolder together, it was amazing, and I loved every second of it. Every round, every time, every thrust and clench; we grew bolder. We broke each other's boundaries together each time, and we'd continue tearing down the walls of together. We'd get back to the party, for sure, but first, we had a round to finish.