This Little Game

by NightWritesTales

Set during "Gold Rush" After the dragon riders are captured and forced onto Viggo's ship, Hiccup soon realizes that Viggo is out for a very different sort of revenge. What exactly does the hunter desire? Why, he wants Hiccup and Astrid to give him a little show! AKA the age old: Best Friends Kidnapped and Forced to Fuck

1. Chapter 1

"Let go of me!"

Hiccup shouted at the hunters restraining him, his hands bound in the cold, metal cuffs behind his back. He pulled at the chain linking his wrists, but knew deep down it was useless.

He was trapped.

They pushed him into a wide corridor, dragon-proof cells lining the sides, windows within being the only source of natural light. All other lights emanated from the torches along the wooden walls. Along one of them, a small wooden table, and a chair beside it. There looked to be something laying on the wooden surface, but Hiccup couldn't make it out. From the outside of the ship, you could never guess a room this vast existed.

Hiccup studied his surroundings quickly, eyes landing on the man that stood in the center of the corridor, roughly twenty metres away.

Viggo.

The hunters restraining him finally let go of his arms, pushing him clumsily forward a few steps. Hiccup scowled over his shoulder at the men, then sent his intense gaze in the direction of their leader.

"Welcome, my dear Hiccup!" Viggo exclaimed, stretching his arms out for emphasis. "It's been far too long since you and I've had the chance to make acquaintance."

Hiccup said nothing, just continued to stare daggers at the Grimborn. Viggo's expression turned to one of mock disappointment.

"Oh, come now. You know I hate morosity."

"What do you want, Viggo?" Hiccup finally spoke, brows still furrowed in furiosity.

"Well, I'd like to know why you and your riders were trespassing on my island in the first place." He said, linking his fingers together. "But, that's not a hard one to figure out. After all, I'm sure Berk has suffered greatly from their poverty. And to be the cause of it?" He shook his head. "Phew, the guilt must be unmeasurable."

Hiccup stared at the man, refusing to let his words get to him.

"So, here you are." Viggo gestured to the room around him, giving a devilish smile. "At my mercy once again."

"You have the Dragon Eye," Hiccup started, voice almost a growl. "Berk's entire supply of gold, and an armada the size of an entire tribe at your disposal." Viggo nodded proudly to himself as the boy spoke. "What else could you possibly take from us?"

Hiccup's voice was threatening, but lined with subtle hints of emotion.

"You know, I've never been one for vengeance, Hiccup." Viggo took a few steps forward, stopping when he was directly in front of a cell door. "But you and your riders have caused quite the commotion these past few months."

Hiccup remained stoic as Viggo's expression turned to one of pure anger, he continued.

"Your little stunts have cost us far too many valuable dragons, not to mention the damage you've done to my reputation as a businessman." As Viggo spoke, Hiccup nodded to himself in the same way the man had, mocking him. The hunter scowled, but his face contorted into a sickening smile. "It's time you face the consequences of your actions, Hiccup."

Viggo gestured to the door of the cell before him, not taking his eyes off the boy. Hiccup looked at the door the man was referencing, walking forward a few steps to see the contents of the cell. He gasped, heart stricken with fear when he realized what was inside.

"Toothless!" Hiccup yelled, lunging forward only to be restricted by Viggo, who grabbed his bicep forcefully.

Toothless lay on the ground, bounded with chains all over, a muzzle restricting the dragon from opening his mouth. When he saw his rider, he whimpered, and Hiccup could see the fear and sadness in his dragon's eyes.

Hiccup shook out of Viggo's grasp, standing before the cell in a protective manner. "What have you done to him?!"

Viggo gave an airy chuckle, "Why, I haven't done a thing to your precious dragon." He put his hands up in mock-surrender, before crossing his arms over his broad chest. "In fact, my dear boy, the wellness of your dragon is entirely up to you."

Hiccup gave him a confused look, but quickly retreated back to his fiery glare. "If you hurt him-"

"You have my word, Hiccup." Viggo cut him off, "I intend to be truthful. Besides, nothing will happen to him that won't also happen to his dear friend."

At this, Viggo stepped aside, giving Hiccup a view of the cell parallel to Toothless. It's inhabitant, in a very similar position as Toothless, was Stormfly. Bound from top to bottom, a muzzle wrapped tightly around her snout, and a metal guard restricting her tail-spikes from flaring. The dragon tried giving a muffled cry at the men, but it was almost inaudible.

Hiccup looked on in confusion, why was Stormfly here? Viggo looked at the boy in amusement, clearly taking pleasure in seeing him so baffled. Hiccup shook his head as he opened his mouth.

"I-I don't unders-"

Before he could finish, a loud bang came from the entrance at the opposite end of the corridor. The two swiftly turned to see the cause.

Ryker entered, looking as hostile as usual. Two other hunters followed behind him holding crossbows. But in front of him, being pushed along by the mountainous man, was Astrid.

"You're gonna be sorry!"

She yelled bitterly at the older Grimborn, her face resembling that of a defensive, growling animal. Her hands were also bound behind her back, but it was easy to see how hard she was straining against the cuffs.

When she finally looked up, her eyes went wide. "Hiccup!"

Hiccup started to respond, but was once again cut off by Viggo, "Astrid! So nice of you to finally join us."

She blinked at the man momentarily, before being pushed forward again by Ryker. As they moved toward the pair, Hiccup turned his attention to Viggo.

"What is she doing here?" He demanded only loud enough for Viggo to hear.

"In good time, Hiccup." He responded with a devious look on his face, not taking his eyes of the girl approaching them.

As she made it to the center of the corridor, she was finally subjected to the view of her caged dragon. Gasping in horror, she lunged for the Nadder just like Hiccup had done with Toothless, but was caught by the elder Grimborn. She gave a frustrated yell.

"Don't hurt her! Let us go you bastards!" She exclaimed, pulling hard against Ryker, whose grasp was clearly too strong for her to escape. He grabbed the back of her hair and pulled hard in an attempt to keep her from moving, chuckling maniacally at her cry of pain.

"Leave her alone!" Hiccup shouted in defense, before he could move to her aid, Viggo grabbed at him again, this time by the chain connecting his cuffs.

"Ah ah ah, not so fast," He pulled the boy back towards him, wrapping an arm around his upper body to keep him stable. Hiccup grunted at the sudden movement, as Viggo went on, "Come now, isn't this what you two wanted? Some alone time?"

Astrid gave another yell of anger, causing Ryker to use his free hand to cover her mouth. He gripped her jaw tightly, moving his lips close to her ear.

"I'd stop fightin' if I were you, yer' gonna need the energy."

Hiccup was having trouble staying rational at this point, "Viggo-" he started, turning his head as much as possible to face the man restraining him, the hunter laughed.

"Oh please, you think I haven't noticed your infatuation with one another?" He asked, glancing at the struggling girl, then back to Hiccup. "You two practically eye fuck each other on the battlefield. You two an item yet, or not? I mean, the way you care for her, it doesn't take a genius to see-"

"Enough of your games! Why are we here?!"

"Oh Hiccup," Viggo responded. "Don't you see, the game has yet to even start!"

The leader of the hunters then looked to the two men who entered behind Ryker, nodding to the pair. At the command, the two walked over to the group, and each moved to stand in front of a cage door. Both aiming their crossbows directly at the creatures inside.

"Don't!" Hiccup cried, Astrid yelled in defiance as well, but was muffled by Ryker's hand.

"What do you think?" Viggo asked sarcastically, "An arrow at such close range, it would easily kill a beast within a mere second. Oh, don't give me that look," Hiccup glared as the hunter spoke, but noticed Viggo reach for something out of one of the pockets on his person. "What's a game without a little leverage over your opponent. You do exactly as I say, and no harm will come to either dragon, or yourselves."

Suddenly, Hiccup heard the clanking of a metallic object against his cuffs. He realized as his hands were suddenly unbound that it was Viggo unlocking it. The man finally let go of Hiccup's middle, and he was freed. Left to stand there between Viggo and the elder Grimborn who held Astrid. Viggo gave Ryker a stern look, he understood.

And began unlocking Astrid's cuffs as well. Before they were completely undone, he pulled Astrid close to him again, running a meaty hand softly down the side of her waist.

"I've been lookin' forward to this, swee'hart." He mumbled in her ear, causing her to groan in disgust. When her cuffs were finally unlocked, he pushed her towards the center.

She immediately ran to Hiccup, who stood just a few metres away from her. Upon reaching him, he wrapped his arms tightly around her lithe form in a sweet embrace. She pulled him close, resting her face on his shoulder before he pulled back to look at her.

"Are you alright?" He asked, concern lining his features.

She nodded, giving him a sad smile.

"You know, you never answered my question, dear Hiccup." Viggo interjected. The pair looked at the hunter, who was slowly making his way to the front of Toothless's cell. On the way, he picked up the wooden chair that sat beside the small table, placing it a short distance away from the couple and sitting abruptly. Eying the two with vicious intrigue. "Are you two official?"

Astrid looked taken aback by the question, but Hiccup simply scowled at the seated man.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

Viggo shrugged, "Well, it would certainly explain a lot." He stared at the riders intently, watching as Astrid slowly slid her hands off Hiccup, stepping away from him as her cheeks turned a light shade of crimson. Viggo looked on, a shocked, but amused expression crossed his face. "You aren't, are you?"

The two riders briefly glanced at each other, sharing the same confused and somewhat embarrassed look.

"Well," Viggo continued, looking at Astrid specifically. "That is rather unfortunate. It'll be quite a bit more awkward to get fucked by your friend rather than your boyfriend."

A pregnant silence followed his statement. Hiccup blinked as he looked at the hunter, ensuring himself he'd misheard the man.

It was Ryker's not so subtle chuckling that snapped the boy out of his trance-like state. Hiccup glanced at Astrid, who appeared just as confused as him, then back at the leader of the dragon hunters. The look Viggo was giving them was one of complete normality, after a few more moments, Hiccup worked up the courage to speak.

"U-uh, I-I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

Viggo held his mundanity as he replied, "I'm just speculating, of course. But it seems a girl would be much more open to the idea of being fucked by her boyfriend, rather than someone she considers a close friend. Then again, Astrid is a wild one, perhaps that's something she's interested in." He smirked at the girl in question.

Then, Astrid did something Hiccup did not expect, she… laughed.

Lightly at first, then more projected, to the point she was nearly doubling over. Hiccup simply stood there next to her, the stunned look refusing to leave his face.

"Viggo-" Astrid began, between breaths of laughter. "I never took you for a practical joker. I mean, I spend so much time around those muttonhead twins you think I'd be used to it by now!"

Viggo looked on at the girl, "I'm afraid it's no joke my dear, the boy standing next to you will be fucking you today." He said as if he were having a casual conversation.

At this, Astrid's playful expression turned into one similar to Hiccup's, she gaped at the man seated before her. Hesitantly, she spoke again, "W-what are you trying to say?"

Viggo gave a deep sigh, closing his eyes for a few moments. "Let me explain this in a way you'll both understand," He looked back at the pair, expression going completely flat, anger tinged his features. "Hiccup… is going to lay you down, shove his cock up your cunt, and fuck you until he pumps you full of his seed, and it leaks out of your bruised and battered hole…

Does that make sense?"

The air in the room became inexplicably heavy, everyone seemed to feel the gravity of the moment, but no one acknowledged it.

Hiccup, somehow sucking air back into his empty lungs, was the first to reply.

"You've lost your mind." He said, almost inaudible.

"On the contrary, dear Hiccup."

Astrid tried to gather her rapid thoughts, "Look, whatever twisted joke you're playing-"

"SHUT UP YOU WORTHLESS WHORE!" Viggo suddenly boomed, standing in anger, knocking the chair he was sitting in over with the motion. The pair flinched at his outburst, trying to hide their fear as he spoke, quieter than before, but voice still in a shout, "It's time you two pay for what you've done to me! Dragon after dragon you stole, the damage you've done to my armada. The only thing I could ever spare from the ruble was my reputation, which you and your people have completely diminished since the night of the auction! It's time you suffer the way I did, no one will ever look at the Grimborn name in the same way again."

His voice finally became soft again, his defiant stance turning to a more relaxed one, Viggo continued, "So it's only fitting that the two of you know that pain, and I assure you, you will never look at one another the same after today. Any scrap of normality will be forever void between you both, that I can promise."

There was another silence, the only noise that could be heard in the chamber was the sound of idle waves hitting the sides of the ship, and Hiccup's heavy breathing as he tried to process what exactly was happening.

"S-so, what?" Hiccup stuttered, hands balling into fists as he looked Viggo directly in his dark eyes. "Y-you want us to just… have sex… Here? Now?"

Viggo chuckled, "Well, if that's the term you prefer then yes." He gestured to the space around them, "Here. Now."

Hiccup was dumbstruck, he refused to look at Astrid, who was standing motionless to the left of him. Terrified of the guilt he knew he'd feel as soon as he locked eyes with her. The intimidating expression he'd tried to hold was long gone, and he knew the fear he felt was beginning to show through. Hesitantly, the boy spoke again.

"Viggo," He started, trying to find some semblance of words in this wild situation. "I… We… We can't..." Hiccup gave a hollow, awkward laugh. 'W-we just can't! I could never-" He then looked from Viggo to the eldest Grimborn brother, who was standing off to the side, watching everything go down with a wicked smile plastered on his face. Looking back to Viggo, who wore a devilishly amused expression, he silently pleaded with the hunter.

Viggo then shrugged his broad shoulders, clasping his hands together. "Very well." He said simply, looking between the two bowmen in front of their dragons' cells. "Archers, take your aim."

They obliged, raising their bows once again, both aimed for a fatal shot to the dragons' heads. Hiccup panicked.

"WAIT! Whoa whoa whoa!" The boy jumped, putting up his hands as if he could telepathically stop the guards. "Viggo, please! You can't do this!" Hiccup pleaded, practically begging the treacherous hunter that stood before him.

Viggo took amusement as any shred of resilience in the boy was quickly void. He smirked, "My patience is wearing thin, dear Hiccup. Follow my commands, or watch your dragons die at the hands of my men. The choice is yours."

Hiccup took a shaky breath, bracing himself internally, he finally looked to the girl beside him. Her head was down, blonde hair shielding a majority of her face from view, as if she were trying to seem invisible. She had yet to move since Viggo's outburst, not even when the hunters took aim. Like she was in shock.

"Astrid…" Hiccup nearly whispered, the only response he got was a slight turn of her head in his direction. Though, she still refused to look directly at him.

Hiccup took a step towards the girl, hesitantly, he reached for her. Silently debating whether contact was something she could handle at this point, he decided to anyways. He gently grabbed her upper arms, and slowly turned her to face him. Her head was still down, hair blocking her eyes from meeting him.

"Astrid," He spoke softly, searching for some form of reaction from the girl, but got none. "We… Can't." He was close to her, trying to keep the words from reaching any other ears than her's. Finally, she lifted her head. Sad, blue eyes met his emerald ones through the ends of soft locks of hair, which still hid most of her features.

Her sad look snapped into one void of any emotion. As she finally opened her mouth to speak, her words were hollow.

"We have to."

Hiccup shook his head as his breathing intensified, before he could protest, Viggo interjected.

"Then it's settled!" He exclaimed as he clapped his hand together, holding them tightly in anticipation. Hiccup glared at the hunter, just then, he felt Astrid grasp his wrists and slowly move his hands off of her. She backed away a mere step, then looked at Viggo with a fiery stare.

"Just tell us what to do, pig." She said, clearly trying to keep fear from leaking into her tone. Hiccup took another shaky breath, eyes ghosting over the floor before landing on Viggo. The hunter smiled, looking as if he was trying to think of a good place for them to start.

As if there was one.

"Well," The man finally spoke. "You should probably start by taking off all that excess armor. It can most certainly get in the way of things."

Hiccup looked at Astrid again, surprised at her brave stance. She stood straight, finally swiping her hair out of her eyes. She looked from Viggo to her friend, who looked completely petrified. Turning to face him completely, she said one, simple word.

"Okay."

Without looking away from Hiccup, she began to take off her shoulder guards. It was only when she got one side of them uncliped that Hiccup truly realized the situation.

They were cornered.

They were trapped.

This was happening.

She finished undoing the remaining shoulder guard, holding it out to the side, she threw it a good distance away from where they stood. Finally, she tore her gaze away from Hiccup, looking down to begin undoing her armored skirt.

Hiccup let out a defeated breath, face contorted with fear and shame. Slowly, he began removing his armor. Starting with the leather shoulder pads, then moving to the torso cover. All the while, he had a moment to collect his thoughts. This was going to happen, there was no way around that. Even if he and Astrid could disarm the guards stationed to kill their dragons, Viggo and Ryker would surely take the upper hand. And though he hadn't turned back to look in the direction he'd entered, he was pretty sure the two guards that brought him here had never left.

He continued taking steady breaths, trying to slow his rapid heartbeat as he undid the final buckle that held his armor. This was certainly not what he'd expected when they went on today's mission. There's always the inevitability of getting captured, sure, but this was a whole new level.

He slid the remaining piece of armor over his head, throwing it to the side with the rest of their items, leaving him in his red tunic and pants. It was then he saw Astrid's skirt get thrown into the pile. He looked at her for the first time since they started undressing, through the silent chaos that was unfolding, she kept her strong demeanour.

He also couldn't help but notice her form, barren of the skirt that normally hid her hips and upper legs. Her slim waist and curves were tightly hugged by her dark leggings. He wasn't trying to stare, he'd just… never seen her like this.

Then again, he'd probably be saying that a lot with what's to come.

Astrid's eyes danced over him quickly, before she looked back to Viggo. Swallowing thickly, she pressed on, "How… How do you want us to.. Do it?"

Viggo was standing with his hands behind his back, looking at the two as if he were watching a theatrics or something. He laughed, "Oh my dear, I hope you don't think you two are going to simply jump right to the main event!"

Hiccup cringed at his words, while Astrid hid her reaction behind the wall of stone she'd build around herself.

The hunter continued, "That would make our little game over with rather quickly, don't you think. This is a marathon, not a race." He glanced between the pair. "How about you start with something a little… Tame?" He locked eyes with Hiccup, quirking an eyebrow. "Kissing her, perhaps?"

The boy closed his eyes, bowing his head in an attempt to push down the anger that was quickly building. He looked to Astrid, who gave a slow nod to the dragon hunter. She turned to Hiccup again, taking a step towards him.

Suddenly, they were no more than a foot apart. Face to face with one another, Hiccup winced as he looked deep into Astrid's eyes, guilt striking him like a bolt of lightning. With all of her might, Astrid forced a sad smile to him. Not in a joyful manner, he knew. More of a, be strong for me , smile.

He held out his hands, which she softly grasped in her own. Hiccup's eyes went to the girls pink, supple lips. Slowly he leaned forward, closing his eyes. Through the darkness that enveloped him, he felt the gentle press of her lips onto his.

What followed was a most confusing feeling, blossoming in Hiccup's chest like a balloon. It was a warm feeling, like lying in the grass, soaking in heat on a warm day after a terrible winter had finally passed. He was kissing Astrid… Astrid.

The girl of his dreams. It had been so long since their previous kiss. They'd changed so much, physically, mentally. Deep down he felt like he was finally able to comprehend the love they could share. At least, that's what he'd hoped for.

Okay, it wasn't entirely true. They had kissed in more recent years. It's just, Hiccup didn't exactly like thinking about it. He instead chose to focus on the hot little fire of passion burning in his chest.

But the innards of this feeling were completely hollow, like a house standing on a completely unstable foundation. She wasn't kissing him because she wanted to, she was kissing him because she had to.

Because they had to.

Astrid felt very similar. Many times she'd dreamed of sharing intimate moments with the boy before her. Especially after puberty had treated him rather… Well, you know. His strikingly handsome features never failed to give her butterflies when they were alone. Just the two of them, her mind would often wander, imagining them in a situation like this one.

Okay, not completely like this one.

"Surely you two can do a little better than that."

Hiccup swallowed his rage at Viggo's comment, but ultimately obliged. Releasing her hands, he rested his own gently on her slim waist, pulling her closer. Her palms rested on his chest, leaning deeper into their kiss. In a daring move, she moved her tongue to guide swiftly across the boy's lip, causing him to lightly moan at the sensation.

Reluctantly, he pulled away. They looked at one another, staring into each other's eyes as if their faces weren't a mere inch apart. Without really knowing what to do, Astrid gave him a little nod. With that, their lips interlocked again. This time, his tongue parted her lips and entered her sweet mouth.

His mind forcefully made him think back to the most recent time they'd kissed, as it was very similar to the way they were kissing now. The instance Hiccup tried time and time again to block from his memory. Yes, part of him relished the thought of her beautiful, pink lips locked with his own. Tinged with the taste of honey-mead and sugar. At the moment it happened, delightful.

But thinking back, he was entirely guilt-ridden. Considering she didn't remember any of it.

It was after a rather busy night at The Edge, the whole gang had succumbed to the delicious meal Heather had prepared, as well as the fresh barrel of mead they'd purchased from Johann. It took much less time for everyone to get completely wasted than Hiccup had ever given them credit for. He, himself, was content on staying the rational one for the night. So he limited himself.

Surprisingly, Astrid had been the one to drink the most. It was unusual for her, and it was saying quite a bit, considering Heather, Fishlegs, and the twins had almost entirely passed out right there at the clubhouse table.

Snotlout was still hanging in there, if you could count crying dramatically into an empty tankard and babbling about ducklings hanging in there.

Astrid, still conscious enough, simply couldn't stop laughing to herself. Finding seemingly everything about the situation utterly hilarious. Hiccup had seen enough, and decided to call it a night. He stood from his place at the table and moved behind the girl, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"-Alright, alright Astrid. Whaddaya say we get you to bed?"

She looked up at him with fake-sadness in her eyes, "Aww, but we'reee still havinn fun!.. Look!" She slurred, gesturing to the other intoxicated riders, most of which were completely passed out.

"I can see that." Hiccup replied, helping her to her feet anyways. "But I think it's best if we call it a night, don't you?"

She nearly fell into his hold, having the balance of a small boat caught in a mighty oceanic storm. Looking at him through half-lidded eyes, she sighed. "Okayyy.. Lead me aaway!"

The two were lucky they refrained from falling to their deaths on the way back to her hut, her constant stumbling and tripping over herself making the trip that more difficult. As much as Hiccup assisted her in walking, which was nearly all of her weight, he still breathed a sigh of relief once they'd made it through her door.

Leading her up the final flight of stairs to her bedroom, he stopped her a few feet before her bed.

"Alright, you think you can manage getting into bed?"

"Pshhh!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms in gesture. "Come oon, Hic- cup !" Actually hiccuping through the alcohol, "I'm not THAT uselessss!"

With that, he go of her arms, but watched wearily as she took her first independent step. Which promptly resulted with her tripping over her own feet. In an instant, Hiccup was in front of her. Catching her swiftly in his arms.

It was only a moment later that he began blushing, realizing just how close they were to one another. Her arms were draped over his shoulders, body almost completely limp in his hold. Her face was buried in the side of his neck, and he could hear her groan at the sudden weight shift. In an instant, he stood straight up again, but her body still acted limp in his arms.

It was then she untucked her face from the crook of his neck, bringing it back only a few inches, looking up at him with dilated eyes, and a look he'd yet to see on her face before that night. It was almost… hungry.

"Well, hello…" She mumbled through the smile that had formed on her lips.

What happened next was like a flash of lightning, happening so fast Hiccup hardly had time to process her actions.

Her sleepy eyes fell to his lips, and in an instant, she latched onto them with her own. Hiccup stood in bewilderment, eyes like saucers at the sudden action. His hesitation didn't phase Astrid one bit, she continued leaning into him with every ounce of her weight, moving her hands down to rest on his chest.

Hiccup should've thrown her off. He should have told her to stop. That she was in no state for them to be doing something like this.

But he didn't.

Any logical sense in his brain had temporarily evaporated, and he was left with the girl of his dreams throwing herself at him with open arms and puckered lips. He pulled her close, still holding a majority of her weight, and allowed his eyes to shut.

It seemed his reciprocation was all Astrid was waiting for, because as soon as he began to kiss back, she thrusted her tongue into his mouth.

Now this was new.

This was the closest they had ever been. Right there, in her hut. Holding one another. Passionately locking lips as if it was something the both of them had been yearning for for years. Only… it had been.

Hiccup wished time could stand still, he wanted to memorize every detail of the moment he found himself in.

The cold air of her hut, turning hot with every swipe of her tongue against his. The taste of her lips, sweet with the barrelled mead. Her hot breath escaping through her nose, and dancing vibrantly across his skin. The feel of her hands on him. He realized how happy he was to be sober enough to remember all of it.

And that's when it hit him. Sober, was most definitely something she was not.

This was wrong. This was very wrong. Kissing her in this drunken state was absolutely no way to go about this! What if she really didn't want it, and she was just too drunk to know any better?

He quickly opened his eyes, pulling away from her with haste. She continued with her lips puckered for a few moments, before she realized her newfound lover had retreated.

She blinked at him, "W-whaat's wrong?"

He ignored the flame within him that had been joylessly extinguished, but her eyes, now looking at him with genuine sadness, made it nearly impossible.

He honestly couldn't remember a majority of what happened after that. But the night ended with him promptly putting her into her bed, ignoring her pleas for him to stay with her as he quickly left the hut. But what he does remember, is the fear that he felt once he'd reached his own house and retired for the night.

Fear that when she woke, she'd recall the events of the night before. Odin forbid she never forgive him for taking advantage of her like he did. But when the morning finally came, and he sauntered to the clubhouse among the hungover riders and messy remains of the night prior, she entered soon after. Painfully hungover, but acting as if nothing had happened.

She'd said good morning to him as usual, and thanked him for helping her make it home. But appeared to have no recollection of what took place in her room. He figured she hadn't actually remembered him walking her home either, but assumed that it had happened, considering it was something he'd normally do, even when she hadn't had that much to drink.

That had been a few months prior, somewhere around the time he and Toothless had been captured and forced into the dragon fights. He debated for a long time whether to tell her what happened. But ultimately, his fear got the best of him. He'd tried blocking out the memory entirely, feeling guilty every time he looked too deeply into her blue eyes.

But in a moment like the present, he'd have welcomed the embarrassment and fear over any of this.

Focusing back on their mission, he slid his hands from her waist to her lower back, pulling her closer as the kiss became impossibly deeper. Her tongue fought against his, and she slid her left hand upwards to land on his cheek, the other grabbed a fistful of the red fabric covering his chest and pulled, getting as close to him as possible.

"Much better. You sure you two haven't done this before?"

The comment made the two come to an abrupt stop, pulling away from one another as their lips made a smack sound. At some point in their endeavors, Viggo had set the chair back in its place before them. He sat, staring at the riders' every action. Hiccup glared at the hunter, but kept Astrid close to him.

Viggo went on, "Well now, we should probably get things into a little more of a swing, shouldn't we? It appears Astrid's not very fond of that tunic you're wearing, Hiccup. Pulling at it the way she is."

Astrid realized she was still firmly gripping the fabric, she released it the second the words left Viggo's mouth. But it was too late.

"Why don't you remove it?"

Hiccup just looked at the hunter, thinking that if he didn't move, maybe he'd be spared the action that was being forced upon him. But as Viggo tilted his head forward at the boy, he knew hesitancy was pointless.

The sooner they did this, the sooner it would be over with.

He looked at Astrid, who continued to put on her brave face, he gave her a little nod. Then, he reached down for the bottom of his tunic, about to lift it when Viggo interrupted.

"I was talking to Astrid, Hiccup. Why doesn't Astrid remove it?"

Oh come on .

Hiccup fought to roll his eyes in anger, knowing the gesture would only upset the Grimborn further. Instead, he glared at the hunter, who sighed in frustration.

"Hiccup, I'm starting to have enough of your disgruntled looks. I suggest you keep your eyes on the target, and stop focusing on me."

As if that were possible.

He looked back at Astrid. Who returned the nod he'd given her just moments before. He looked at her with eyes that read, I'm sorry , then moved close to her again, raising his arms above his head.

Carefully, she grabbed the hem of the red fabric, and in a sweeping motion, lifted it over the boy's head and off his figure entirely. She bunched up the warm tunic in her hands, looking down at it with sorrow, as if she'd just removed his own skin, before tossing it swiftly aside to the pile of their other discarded items.

Now, Hiccup had always felt self-conscious about his body. For as long as he could remember, he'd been a twig, the runt of the tribe. Embarrassing moments were something he was no stranger to. But this… this takes the cake.

Astrid, however, was feeling very different.

She'd never seen him shirtless before. No she hadn't expected much when they were younger, but she certainly wasn't expecting this. Though even with his clothing he appeared frail, the boy she saw before her was far from undesirable. Years of combatives and forging had given him muscles she'd never been aware of. A slim, but lightly chiseled form stood before her. His chest barred toned pecs and with each breath she saw his abdomen move over a hit of abs.

Her eyes continued travelling up and down his body. His skin, now dusted red due to his nervousness, looked heavenly and inviting, seeing the muscles on his broad shoulders made her want nothing more than to lay her head on one of them and drift off peacefully in his strong arms.

"I can see you're amused, dear Astrid. Go on, touch him."

Hiccup's deep breaths were now impossible to hide, his exposed chest rising and falling slowly in an attempt to calm his nerves.

Astrid moved slowly at first, but quickly worked up the courage to put her hands on him. First, his upper chest. Her fingers traced over his collarbone, palms planted firmly on his hot skin. She heard him inhale sharply as her cold hands met his flesh.

She then moved upwards towards his shoulders, then to his biceps and down his arms. Exploring every inch of the pale skin he barred for her. If she hadn't been blushing before, she certainly was now.

"How does he feel, Astrid?" Viggo asked, intrigued.

Fucking amazing.

"...Good." She replied, telling him the bare minimum of what she thought he wanted to hear. Her eyes followed her hands as they ghosted down his arms toward his wrists.

"Do you want him to feel you, my dear?"

Not while you're watching, fuckface. But she knew what she had to say.

"...yes."

"Well," Viggo started, slapping his hand down on his thigh. "Who are you to keep a lady waiting, Hiccup?"

Astrid finally looked up to Hiccup's eyes, which were painfully screwed shut, his brows furrowed as if to block out the man's words. His head was tilted downwards, raising only slightly as he finally built the courage to look at her.

His hands found their place on her waist once again, then slowly they moved around to her back, bringing them closer. Astrid's hands went back to his upper-chest, feeling his warm skin was surprisingly comforting.

"Slide your hands lower, Hiccup." Viggo instructed.

He did as he was told, his hands sliding down to her lower back, everything in him refusing to go lower.

"Further, my boy."

Call it courage, call it fear, call it obedience. It didn't matter, because Hiccup knew there was simply no point in prolonging it. The longer he took, the longer they'd be in this situation. He slid his hands down, over her ass, trying not to grip the flesh too firmly.

But Gods it was difficult.

Her ass was firm, clearly muscled from the years she'd spent training for battle, not to mention riding Stormfly. The curve of it was sheer perfection beneath his palms, and he felt the leather lining of her panties beneath her tight leggings. He looked anywhere but her eyes. He looked to her nose, her lips, her cheekbones. But they were impossibly close at this point, so close he was sure she could feel his labored breath on her face.

"Ah, you seem to like that." Viggo continued, if Hiccup had looked at him, he'd have seen the hunter quirk an eyebrow. "You peg me as an ass man, Hiccup. Tell me, have you ever found yourself staring at your dear friend's backside?"

Hiccup cringed at his comment, keeping his eyes down, "No. Of course not."

Viggo was silent for a moment, then he laughed heartily, "Ah, Hiccup. I must say, you're a terrible liar. I could swear I've seen it at least a dozen times during your raidings of my ships."

Astrid shifted uncomfortably for a moment, as if she was trying to curl in on herself. The act only brought her closer to Hiccup. Viggo continued.

"Come now, there must be some instance you remember?" Viggo waited for a response, but got nothing. "Well, maybe my brother can help jog your memory." With that, Ryker took a step forward, drawing his sword with an amused expression on his face. Hiccup panicked.

"Okay! Okay…" The boy nearly yelled, Ryker stopped in his tracks. Hiccup's eyes darted nervously between the Grimborn brothers and the girl he held in his hands. "Umm… Uh, w-we were younger, fifteen or so. I worked in the forge back on Berk. She came in one day to have her axe sharpened."

Astrid looked up at him with questioning eyes, like she was trying to remember what he was talking about. He continued.

"So, uh, while I worked on it, she started looking around the shop… She reached for something on one of the top shelves, and her skirt rode up." He paused momentarily, debating whether or not to tell the next bit, but decided it would amuse the hunters, maybe enough so that they'd take it easy on the pair. "I-I was so distracted… looking at her, that I accidently chipped her axe on the grinding wheel. Had to replace it when she wasn't looking…"

The fact that he was actually telling this story, with his hands planted firmly on the ass of the girl he was referring to, made it one of the most embarrassing moments of his life. The silence that followed was heavy, though he still refused to look at Astrid directly, he could tell she was staring at him. Probably recalling the memory herself. He kept his eyes down, feeling like the entire weight of the world was pushing against him from all sides, before a booming laughter filled the chamber.

It was Viggo. Then it was Ryker. Then it was the numerous guards who joined in, every persons' laugh echoed off the walls simultaneously. The only two who remained silent were Hiccup and Astrid, who were left to stand there awkwardly as the laughter finally died down.

"Oh Odin be damned, dear Hiccup." Viggo said, rubbing his face. "You really are something, you know." He went serious once again, the humor passing swiftly. "Well, look where you are now, after all these years. Finally touching her sweet behind, just like you imagined. I'm truly surprised you haven't gripped it harder yet, spanked it, whatever you ass men prefer. I'm more of a breast guy, myself."

Blood burned through Hiccup's face even hotter, but it wasn't embarrassment anymore, it was rage.

Viggo got an enthusiastic look on his face, "As a matter of fact, that gives me an idea. How silly of me to suspect you favor a certain area of a woman's body, when you've never lain with one? Go on, see if her breasts make you as excited."

Hiccup rapidly moved his hands from her buttocks to the sides of her hips, at least the command gave him a moment to take his hands off them. But now he was supposed to touch her breasts ? Though the hesitancy shook him to his core, he finally looked at her.

"Astrid… I-I can't…"

His words were only loud enough for her to hear, she carried on with her brave expression as she spoke.

"It's alright, Hiccup. You can do it."

" Astrid- "

She'd heard enough. In a quick movement, she'd grabbed his hands from off her hips and placed each one firmly on her chest.

Hiccup gasped at the action, out of nowhere his hands were suddenly groping her precious mounds. Her hands, which were far smaller than his, slipped off to fall down at her sides. And he was left there to gape at what he was doing.

All the while his heart pounded in his chest. He could feel her bindings through her shirt, yes. But he could also feel her womanly curves beneath his fingers as well. Each time her chest rose and fell with her breathing, he was able to grip the mounds tighter. It excited him to no end, but he was left wondering exactly what to do next.

He heard a frustrated sigh come from Viggo's direction.

"Oh come now, Hiccup. You have your hands on the breasts of the girl of your dreams, and you act as if you're a lost little puppy."

"What do you want me to do?"

Viggo smirked, "I think you can figure it out, do what you want."

Hiccup wanted all of this to end, but knew that wouldn't be happening. As much as it pained him, he turned to his more carnal side. Because deep down, he did know exactly what he wanted to do.

First, he squeezed them. They were more firm than he'd imagined. Though, it was possible that was just due to her bindings. Then, he began rubbing his large thumbs over the centers of each breast, wondering if he'd be able to feel her nipples through the layers of fabric. After some searching, he found the position of both little nubs, just barely protruding through her bindings and shirt. He positioned each one in the gaps of his spread fingers, then pinched them gently.

A little noise escaped Astrid's lips, but Hiccup couldn't tell exactly what it was.

"See, isn't that fun?" Viggo sounded all too impressed with himself.

Hiccup huffed to himself, fun was not the word he would use to describe this.

Viggo continued, "I think your lips are starting to miss her's, go on Astrid, thank him for his endeavors."

Astrid's eyes fell on his lips once more, and she gently leaned forward to place her mouth on his. Locking their lips together in a more gentle fashion than they had previously. Hiccup took the opportunity to move his hands, hoping Viggo wouldn't say anything now that they were on to something different. He slid them down to her waist.

"Did I say you could stop touching her breasts?"

Not so lucky, as it turns out.

Ending the kiss Astrid had been giving him, he looked at Viggo for the first time in quite a bit. Glaring daggers at the man, he repositioned his hands on the girl's chest before him. He didn't stop looking at the hunter, he wanted Viggo to feel every fiber of hatred that he felt towards the man in that moment.

"Well, it appears Hiccup has become rather tense." Viggo stated, giving a look of mock disappointment. "Why don't you try kissing down his neck, dear Astrid. Perhaps that will help loosen him up."

Hiccup's stern expression faltered as he turned back to Astrid, she nodded to him, stoic as ever. Leaning back in, she gave a slow, gentle kiss to the side of his mouth. Then his cheek, then down to his jawline, soft little kisses that he would've killed for if they were in any other situation.

She moved down further, and he felt her hot breath cascading across the side of his neck. It brought shivers down his spine as she planted her lips on the skin for the first time, he tilted his head to the side to give her better access. She happily took it. Kissing slow and methodically, leaving wet little marks on his skin as she worked. She began to carefully tongue the flesh, drawing a guilty little moan from Hiccup.

"Slide your hand lower, dear Astrid."

She stopped kissing at this, looking at the hunter with questioning eyes. Her hands were still placed on his upper chest, with hesitancy, she moved her left hand downwards. Placing it over his diaphragm.

"Lower."

She slowly obliged, moving it to rest on his lower abdomen, getting terribly close to where his pants began. It was Viggo's turn to glare, staring at her intently as he became more aggressive with his instructions.

" Lower. " His voice was deep and impatient, louder than his earlier commands.

Coming to terms with what she knew he wanted from her, she buried her face back into Hiccup's neck, kissing him to avoid having to look at his reaction. She moved her hand lower.

" Ah! "

His voice sounded in her ear. The gasp mixed with some primal moan rang into her core, she felt him swallow thickly beneath her lips. His hands, which were still planted firmly on her breasts, involuntarily squeezed, nearly drawing a moan from her lips as well.

Beneath her left hand, she could feel him. The bulge she'd come to eye every once in a while when he was getting on or off Toothless, or when he'd be lounging in the clubhouse with his legs spread. She could feel it, she was touching it.

Hiccup had to bite his lip to keep from sounding off again. Her fingers curled around the underside of his balls, and her palm lay directly atop of his length.

His very soft length.

It was that moment he realized, though he was definitely getting excited at what they were doing, his body had not betrayed him. He really didn't want this. He didn't want something like this forced upon them. It just wasn't in him.

Though it was nearly impossible, he tried ignoring the delicate hand that cupped his genitals. He let go of her breasts and let his hands fall to his sides. Before Viggo could protest, he spoke up.

"Viggo, I can't do this." He said forcefully, any trace of fear in his voice, gone.

Viggo stared at the boy for a few moments, before shrugging carelessly, "Very well." He said simply, turning towards the guards wielding the crossbows. "Men, take your aim."

As they positioned the bows towards their dragons' heads once more, Hiccup spoke again.

"No Viggo! You don't understand…" He said, now shyly. Trying to avoid eye contact with the man, while still appearing unintimidated. "I-It's not that I won't do this, I… I can't do this."

At that, he looked down to where Astrid's hand lay. In a seemingly never ending awkward moment, it appeared Viggo finally got the hint. The man's expression changed from impatient, to a more understanding one.

"Ah, I see." The hunter finally spoke. "Having trouble getting it up, are you? That could be an issue for what you two need to accomplish."

Hiccup was frozen as he listened to the man's words, hoping to all Gods this meant their little game would be over. Astrid just stood there, desperately wishing she could remove her hand

"No matter," Viggo continued, standing from his place in the chair, and walking casually to the little table a few metres away. "Though I am a bit surprised, I truly thought she'd have a greater effect on you. You are stronger than you appear, dear Hiccup. It appears as though your heart is too pure for certain acts."

As he spoke, he picked up something from the table. The man's body blocked Hiccup's view from exactly what it was. He looked back to Astrid, who took the opportunity to finally remove her hand from his nether regions. She gave him a guilty look, and mouthed I'm sorry while the younger Grimborn remained out of sight.

In return, he gave her a sad smile, shaking his head at her. He knew none of this was her doing, it was all him. They wouldn't be in this situation if it weren't for him.

"But then again," Viggo spoke once more, though Hiccup kept his eyes on Astrid this time. "Sometimes all men could use a little help."

Astrid's eyes then darted quickly from Hiccup's face to over his shoulder, they went wide.

"Hiccup!" She exclaimed, but it was too late.

Suddenly, Hiccup felt something small and sharp pierce the flesh of his upper back. He gasped in shock and pain, body instinctively coiling to get away from whatever it was. As quickly as it had been inserted, it was removed, leaving a burning sensation within the skin it had pierced. Hiccup was finally able to turn and look at what had just taken place.

Behind him, Viggo stood, eyeing a now-empty syringe.

"There!" The man said promptly, giving Hiccup a smirk. "That should do the trick." He proceeded to toss the syringe aside, and casually walk back to the chair.

"Viggo-" Hiccup started, grabbing the back of his shoulder where the intrusion was made. "What in Thor's name was that?!"

"Nothing you should really be concerned with, dear Hiccup." The hunter responded, taking a seat and giving the couple an accomplished look. "Just a simple aphrodisiac. I use them every once in a while when I'm feeling bored."

"Aphro-what?" Astrid asked, dumbfounded.

"Oh, just a little stimulant to get Hiccup going, my dear."

Hiccup stood completely still as the hunter's words settled in. He tried hard to focus on exactly what his body was doing. From the injection point, the burning had sunk deeper, he felt it traveling through his bloodstreams, until his entire upper body was encompassed with a burning sensation. And it wasn't the type of burn that hurt, just a light glow that illuminated further when it reached his heart.

"In the meantime, dear Astrid, why don't you go ahead and remove that top of yours. You won't be needing it much longer."

Hiccup tried to focus in on the man's words, on how Astrid's expression turned to one of pure hostility as he gave her the command. But he couldn't. The burning was beginning to go lower…

"Fine." Astrid said simply. Moving to untuck her shirt from her leggings and began to pull the fabric over her head. Revealing her pale, flat stomach and grayish breast bindings that gave Hiccup just a little view of the top of her mounds.

Hiccup realized that his breathing was beginning to get more and more labored, and he began to sweat lightly, despite the rather cold temperature of the room they were in.

What was going on?

When Astrid tossed her blue top aside to pile with the rest of their clothes, she finally looked back at Hiccup, realizing something was beginning to seem off about him.

"H-Hiccup?" She asked in concern, arms crossing over her upper body in a lazy attempt to conceal herself. "Are you feeling okay?"

He certainly didn't look okay. The boy's eyes began to squint as he blinked rapidly, through it, the green within them receded as his pupils dilated. Hiccup finally let his hand fall from the back of his shoulder to his side, trying forcefully to catch his breath, it would seem.

"I'm… I'm alright." He nearly slurred. Trying to block out whatever effect the substance was having on him. Whatever it was, Hiccup knew, this was only the beginning.

Astrid looked on in worry, until Viggo drew her attention away from the ailing boy.

"Go ahead and rid yourself of those bindings as well, my dear." His voice was almost a growl at this point. As if he was anticipating something in that sadistic brain of his.

"N-No… No A-Astrid don't -" Hiccup slurred through the haze of his mind, he couldn't possibly let her…

"Very well." Viggo said shortly, "Guards!"

"Don't move a muscle!" Astrid suddenly threatened towards the men with crossbows. She looked to Viggo, giving him a scowl as she spoke. "I'll do it." Looking back to Hiccup, she tried getting him to focus on her eyes, but whatever was taking him over would simply not allow it. She grabbed his wrist to get his attention. "I'll do it, Hiccup." She repeated gently.

Letting go of him, she took a deep breath as she moved to start undoing the bindings that kept her decent. Hiccup continued to blink at her, eyes finally beginning to adjust to the light for some odd reason. As she unwrapped the fabric that held her chest, he looked at Viggo, who was watching with unprecedented anticipation. A devious smile on his lips. But Hiccup quickly realized that he wasn't staring at the undressing Astrid, the hunter was staring at him .

Just then, he heard a soft thunk on the floor at the pair's feet. He looked down to see what made the noise, only to see the remains of Astrid's bindings, lying messily at her feet. His eyes slowly traveled up her body. Her fur boots, her tight violet leggings, the curve of her hips to her slim waist, the pale skin of her stomach. Until he was greeted with the unfiltered sight of her breasts. Her bare breasts. His labored breathing stopped entirely.

And it was as if someone had dropped a little match onto a field of Monstrous Nightmare gel.

The glow that traveled from his heart to his extremities suddenly turned into a raging fire. It burned painfully as it traveled from his chest, down to his lower abdomen, then to his groin. All at once, he felt the hot blaze sink into his balls, swirling madly before it moved up his length, stopping only when it reached the very tip of his cock. Along the way, he felt every individual nerve within the organ ignite into tingling hot sparks of pleasure.

His arms and legs suddenly felt numb, all the blood within him traveling to supply a part of his body that was quickly becoming overstocked. He felt lightheaded, but entirely focused at the same time. Mind forcing him to think of one thing and one thing only.

He needed her…

All the while, Astrid stood there, conceded expression replacing the brave one she'd worn so proudly throughout the experience so far. This was the most exposed she'd ever been in her life. She fought hard to keep her arms at her sides, desperately wanting to cover herself. But what she wanted most, was to know what Hiccup was thinking. Her friend was just… standing there, staring at her. Not saying a word, dark eyes watching her chest rise and fall with great interest.

After what felt like an eternity, Hiccup's body forced him to breathe again. But he continued staring at the prize before him.

How could he not? They were perfect.

They were small, certainly. But he'd expected it. What he didn't expect was how perky they'd be. They stood perfectly round and pale, complimenting her figure wonderfully. Hiccup suspected only a Goddess could compare to the girl who stood before him. The nipples he'd played with earlier were a beautiful pink color, standing hard in the cold air that surrounded them.

Oh it made his cock ache. He could feel himself quickly growing hard beneath his leather pants. The fire still raging within him.

"H-Hiccup?" Astrid asked softly.

He fought hard to look away from the beautiful mounds, but was ultimately able to look upwards towards her pretty face. A little voice sounded in the back of his head.

Then again, every part of her was beautiful, right?! He couldn't wait to see more!

But upon his eyes meeting hers, through the sexual haze that was still ravaging him, all he saw was his very terrified best friend.

Her brows were knitted together, and a fearful expression shone on her face. Was she afraid of him? He shook his head swiftly in an attempt to think straight, but it was impossible to ignore the fire in his veins.

He managed to speak, words still slurred in his foggy state, "Astrid… I-I don't know what's hap-"

Viggo was quick to cut him off, "I think you know good and well what's happening, dear Hiccup."

Hiccup closed his eyes and shook his head, suddenly horrified, and began slowly backing away from his friend, "N-No, no no -"

"Look at her, Hiccup." Viggo said sternly.

Astrid looked on in terror, "Hiccup, are you alright?"

The boy continued shaking his head, refusing to open his eyes.

Viggo smiled like a madman, "Look at her breasts, Hiccup. I know you want to."

Out of nowhere, the little voice in his head from earlier came back:

Oh, I want to!

He opened his eyes, terrified look turning to one of carnal desire the moment he glimpsed back at her exposed chest.

Viggo was very amused at this point, "Are they everything you hoped they'd be, Hiccup?"

Fucking better. Perky and plump and perfect.

The boy fought to filter the little voice as he spoke, "Yes…"

"What do you want to do to them, Hiccup?"

Play with them, of course!

After years of having to look at them through all those layers? Just to catch them jiggling for a split second when she'd dismount Stormfly? Gods, does she have any idea what she's done to me?! I want to grab them and squeeze until she screams. Put my face in them. Slather them in lavender oil and force her to run around the room just to watch them bounce freely. Then pin her to the ground and shove my cock between them, press them together and thrust until my cum squirts all over her pretty little face. Oh fuck, that'd be delicious…

And her nipples. I just wanna grab them and pinch them, put my mouth on them, lick them, suck on them. Hell, I could probably fit her whole breast in my mouth if I really wanted to! After all, that's what breasts are for, right? Suckling? Maybe they'd taste of milk!

No, that was ridiculous. Only pregnant women and mothers made milk... But wouldn't that be a treat? Maybe I should knock her up, just so I can suckle milk from her tits! How good would that be?...

Whoa…

Whoa whoa whoa… Where the fuck did all of that come from?!

"Answer the question, Hiccup." Viggo demanded at once.

Tell him! Tell him what you want to do!

There was a pause, Hiccup fought hard once again to keep the voice at bay, and was able to answer truthfully at the same time, "Touch them…"

Viggo smirked, "Go on then."

He stepped forward towards the girl, closing the distance he'd previously made. Looking at her face, he saw that her fearful expression had somewhat dissolved, but could tell she was putting on a brave act for Viggo. When he was within arms reach of her, he looked into her large, blue eyes. Taking a deep breath, she gave him a little nod of approval.

Like he needed it!

In a quick move, he'd reached out and grasped her breasts like before. Except this time, there was nothing between him and the delectable little mounds. Astrid gasped at his first touch, but settled quickly. His hands were so much larger than her own, it made the sensation unlike anything she'd ever felt. Hiccup was simply awestruck.

Wow... They were somehow just as firm as when she'd been wearing her bindings.

His heart rate increased steadily as he pawed at her, moving his fingers delicately over her smooth curves, fighting to keep from squeezing them as hard as he could like the little voice had told him. He slid his hands to a better position, and began thumbing at her hard little nipples. He could hear her breath hitch as he did this, and deep down he hoped she was getting as much pleasure out of this as he was.

She likes it, Hiccup. Give 'er a little more!

He couldn't help himself. With his left hand, he took the little nub between his index finger and thumb, giving it a hard pinch. Her eyes went wide and her face contorted into one of pain.

" Ahh! Hiccup!"

It was as if her little cry went into his ears and straight down to his cock, the whimper making it twitch painfully as it continued to grow and strain harder against his leather pants.

His eyes went to the source of the noise, her beautiful pink lips. Acting on pure instinct, he leaned in and latched his lips onto hers, drawing another surprised gasp, only this one was muted through the kiss. He dove right in, tongue slipping into her mouth with ease and swiping around as much as he could. Then he got an idea.

A delectable idea.

Just as she had done to him earlier, he withdrew his tongue and chastely kissed the corner of her mouth, then her cheek, then her jawbone… Until he was leaving a wet trail down the side of her neck. But he was much rougher than she had been, tonguing and sucking on the flesh as he went downward, leaving little purple marks on pale skin along the way.

Astrid fought to keep from moaning, but the sensation was becoming far too good for her to keep quiet. But through the pleasure, there was also fear. This wasn't like Hiccup, whatever Viggo had given him made him completely succumb to his desires. And she wasn't entirely sure what that meant for her… yet.

But when he reached the base of her neck, he kept going. His tongue swiped over her collarbone, until he was working his way down the center of her cleavage. His hands groped at both of her breasts, squeezing for a final time before his right hand fell to her waist, leaving the territory completely exposed for his eager mouth.

Let's see how she likes this…

Slowly, he pulled away from the center of her chest, positioning his mouth directly above her awaiting nipple. She shivered as she felt his hot breath trickle across her sensitive flesh. As any shed of patience he had left quickly evaporated, he stuck out his tongue and gave the hard little nub a curious lick.

Astrid gasped for what seemed to be the hundredth time that day, marveling at the sensation of the hot little muscle swiping across her nipple. Before she could even breathe, he'd latched onto the now-wet little nub, a breathy scream erupted from her as he began to suckle.

Oh, it tastes better than I imagined.

Hiccup was completely lost in the girl, sucking hard at the flesh of her mound, while simultaneously squeezing the other with his hand. He sucked the little nub between his teeth, and flicked it playfully with his tongue, causing Astrid to gift him an endless symphony of whimpers and moans. She even brought her hands up to latch onto his hair, not knowing exactly what this sensation was, but knowing she wanted more of it.

Each little noise she projected made his impatient cock pulsate. Lost in the throes of their combined pleasure, Hiccup released the breast he grasped with his hand, only to snake both arms back around her and grip firmly at her ass. Much less gently than he'd been before.

Astrid was hit with too many sensations at once, Hiccup teasing her nipple with his mouth, his nails digging into the flesh of her ass as he squeezed and groped her backside, his auburn hair, wild between her fingers as she held him close. He pulled a hand away from one of her cheeks, only to bring it smacking down on the flesh, spanking her. He gripped her asscheeks even tighter, shaking both of them for fun. She was beginning to wonder how the hell he was able to multitask like this, everything coming too naturally for him.

But her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of… laughter? Through the chaos Hiccup was reigning on her body, she was able to look at the youngest Grimborn.

And he was nearly doubling over in laughter.

He caught his breath just in time to look at the girl, "Ah-ha-ha, who would've guessed? Hiccup, the dragon master. Winner of wars. Tamer of Night Furies, reduced to nothing but a wild sex deviant."

Hiccup didn't seem to mind the hunter's words, only going on to continue the work he'd been doing on Astrid's breast. The girl, however, scowled at the man.

"It's not his fault! It's because of you, you twisted sadist!" She tried to sound threatening, but it came out as more of a whine, as Hiccup started to nibble at her with his teeth. Besides, it was awfully difficult to appear threatening in a situation like hers.

"Well, you got me there." Viggo said simply, shrugging in agreement. He looked at Hiccup, the boy still lost in pleasures the girl before him was providing. "Alright now, dear Hiccup, time to come up for air, don't you think?"

He didn't budge, and it took Astrid pulling hard at the boy's hair to get him to unlatch and stand up straight again. At first he seemed confused, and more than a little disappointed. Astrid almost felt sorry for him. But quickly enough he started to catch his breath, as if he really did need to come up for air. Looking down at the girl's exposed chest, he saw just the amount of damage he'd really done. A dotted, purple trail ran down her neck and piled over one of her nipples. It looked painful as hell, and he started to wonder if Astrid had really been enjoying it as much as he thought.

Finally he looked to Viggo, as if awaiting his next command.

"You've proven yourself very nicely, my boy. I think even Astrid's enjoying the effects of our little happy-drug, aren't you?" He asked casually, looking at the girl, who simply scoffed in response. "No matter," He continued, looking back to Hiccup, "You seem to have a lot of desires at the moment, dear Hiccup, but one in particular stands out a little more than the rest…"

Hiccup quickly realized the hunter was staring at the front of his pants, where his pulsating cock pressed firmly against the now-tight material.

Oh ha ha, very funny…

"You've been doing quite a bit of the work so far in our little game, dear Hiccup." Viggo continued, "I believe it's due time Astrid takes the reins."

The girl followed the hunter's eyeline, landing on the impossibly huge bulge in Hiccup's trousers. Oh Gods , this was exactly what she'd been afraid of.

Viggo looked Astrid dead in her eyes, and spoke the words that made her greatest fear a twisted reality.

"On your knees, my dear."

Her breath hitched, and she slowly looked to Hiccup, hoping he'd share the same horrified expression she did. But he didn't, in fact, he didn't even seem to register Viggo's command. Just continued to stare at her with the same hungry eyes as before.

It's not him. Astrid told herself, but she didn't know if it was better or worse. Truthfully, she'd rather be doing this to Hiccup when he was acting himself, not this crazed, sex deviant Viggo had created. But an idea came to her then, maybe he wasn't himself now, but he could be. He just needed a… release.

She looked down to his bulge again, and swallowed thickly.

Carefully, she got down to her knees, she positioned herself so his groin was directly in front of her face. Bravely, she looked up to his face, seeing nothing but carnal excitement in his eyes once he realized what she intended to do. She looked back towards his groin, closed her eyes, and sat in silence for a few moments. Waiting for Viggo's voice to tell her what she already knew was coming.

"His trousers look awfully tight, dear Astrid."

Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes. Then reached up to grasp the waistband of his pants with both her hands. An overwhelming wave of guilt flooded over her before she pulled them down, glancing up to look at him again, she saw the face of her friend.

This was Hiccup! She was about to defile him when he had absolutely no say in the matter, though, neither of them did. Either way, it didn't help soothe her guilt as she swiftly pulled his trousers and underwear down to his mid-thighs…

And his length nearly smacked her in the face as it finally sprung free from it's restraints. She was left to simply sit there and gape as it bobbed freely in the cold air.

She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting, but it was safe to say she hadn't been expecting... that.

In hindsight, he was probably averaged sized, if not a little larger for how skinny he appeared. But all Astrid saw was an impossibly large, veiny, throbbing penis. She looked it up and down thoughtfully, curiosity getting her as this was the first time she'd ever seen one in person. Something clear and slimy was oozing from the slit, she wasn't exactly sure what it was. But to be fair, she didn't even know where to start .

Hiccup, on the other hand, was looking down in complete awe. Seeing his cock nearly hit her in the face as it was freed, seeing her eyes turn to saucers as she studied it, she looked devilishly intrigued. And it excited him to no end.

"Well, I'm glad you two finally had the pleasure of meeting." Viggo remarked to Astrid, who refused to look at the hunter. "It's a fascinating object, isn't it dear?"

Astrid swallowed again, finding it difficult to wet her nervously dry mouth. "It is."

"Do you know how to work it?"

Silence, Astrid was left to stare downwards. To the left of her, Viggo. Above her, Hiccup. In front of her, a terrifying object. She shook her head.

"Well, now's a perfect time to learn, isn't it." Viggo looked to Hiccup then, amused at the look on the boy's face. Sheer desire. "Why don't you show her how, dear Hiccup."

Astrid fought to open her eyes and face the boy before her. When she finally looked up at him, he slowly held out his left hand for her to take. With more hesitancy than any battle tactic, stealth mission, or near-death situation in her life, she held out a shaky hand. He took her right hand and guided it swiftly to the length in front of her. She shut her eyes firmly in anticipation for the sensation.

A hot, ridiculously hard object filled her fist. Fleshy and pulsating beneath her scrawny fingers. When she built the courage to open her eyes again, she saw the pure magnitude of his length compared to her little hand.

She couldn't wrap her fingers completely around it. She was unsure if that was typical or not, but in that moment, it made her fear what was to come even more. His hand still lay atop hers, gripping it tightly to help her get a firm hold. She was too scared to move, and simply sat to await whatever movement he desired.

Within a few moments, he was pulling their hands back, down his mighty length. Astrid watched in shock and intrigue as the fleshy hood over the tip was pulled back, revealing a head so filled with blood it was nearly purple. Just as slow as he'd pulled her hand back, he brought it forwards again, exhaling blissfully as he did so. When Astrid looked up at him, his head was tilted back in a moan. He quickly looked back down at her, looking into her eyes with a lust she'd never seen before, and was sure she'd never see again after this little game.

After a few more repetitions, Hiccup removed his hand and left her to pump away at the hard, fleshy object. She tested a few experiments in the process, squeezing him to see his reaction, which was a sharp moan she'd be hearing in her dreams for weeks to come. Occasionally she'd start pumping a little faster than before, noticing how rapid his breaths would become when she did so.

Hiccup's mind was all over the place, the little voice booming at him louder than ever.

Look at her go, I knew she craved cock like this.

Think she's ever imagined doing this to you? Think she sees your dick in her dreams?

I bet this'll be the only thing she ever dreams about again!

Horrible. Horrible. Horrible…

The fleeting moments when he was able to see through the thick haze at what exactly he was doing, he felt completely horrible. But the cloud of lust would quickly blind him again before he could do or say anything about it.

"See! You're a natural!" Viggo exclaimed.

Rage burned through Astrid's veins, but she continued with what she was doing.

"I do wonder, dear Hiccup, how often do you do this to yourself?"

Hiccup tried to calm his breathing as she pumped him, trying through the fog in his brain to register the hunter's words.

"Do you touch yourself?" The man asked shortly.

Hiccup panted through his answer, "Y-Yes. I-Ah do!"

"And how often do you think of Astrid when you do?"

Astrid looked up at him, feeling sorry for the boy, but yearned to know the answer of the question. Had her best friend… always thought of her like this?

Hiccup's mind raced as he thought how to answer.

Go on, tell him the truth!

Tell him about your little dream…

Tell him how every night, you dream of Astrid climbing the stairs to your loft. Wearing nothing but a thin, silk robe, blonde hair cascading down her shoulders and back. Tell him about how she teases you as she slips the robe off, her nude body shining in the candlelight. How she pulls the covers off you, and pulls down your trousers like she did just now. How she climbs on top of you and slips your cock deep inside her tight little cunt.

How she moans your name over and over, begging for more. Begging for you to hit her deeper and deeper. How she rides you faster until she screams, walls clenching around your throbbing cock.

And how you always wake at that moment, rock hard and knowing you have to take care of it, if you haven't creamed the bed already.

"Answer me, boy." Viggo pressed on, growing impatient. "How often do you think of her?"

As hard as he tried to fight it, he answered honestly, words slurring through the pleasure, "...vry….time…"

"Could you repeat that, dear boy? I don't believe we heard you."

"...Every time!" Hiccup suddenly exclaimed.

Astrid had no idea how to feel. But then again, she didn't really have time to feel anything.

"Well, that's quite the revelation, isn't it Astrid?" Viggo looked on, studying the pair intently. "He does look quite close to the end, but…" He stopped, thoughtfully choosing his words. "Perhaps you want to give him a more… dramatic finish, hm?"

She stopped her pumps at once, causing a whimper from Hiccup, she looked to the hunter, who smirked at her in turn.

"He used his mouth on you, my dear, you seemed to enjoy it very much." Viggo tilted his head as he continued, "Why don't you return the favor?"

Astrid stared in utter shock, the hunter made no other remarks, just waited impatiently for the action to take place. She looked back to the length in her hands.

How? Surely Hiccup couldn't show her how to do that . She thought hard about her next move, but whatever she did, she wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible. She just wanted Hiccup back.

In a wave of courage, she decided to experiment again. She gave the length a few more pumps, much to the delight of the boy. Then on one of the pumps, she stopped when the skin over the head was pulled back, she opened her mouth slightly, and gave the slick tip a little lick.

She wasn't looking up at him, but if she had been, she'd have seen his eyes go wide, and his head tilt back as the loudest moan he'd ever exclaimed left his lips. Though, what she did see, was his cock twitch happily at her endeavours, jumping up to hit her in the nose despite her firm grip. Leaving a drop of that slimy substance on her.

Speaking of that slimy substance, she marveled as she finally got a taste.

It was a salty taste that soon turned bitter on her tongue. No it wasn't necessarily good , but it was him . The fact alone made her crave more. She lapped at him again, longer and slower this time, the skin of his head dragging slowly across her bumpy, slick taste buds.

This drew another moan from Hiccup, who reveled in every little sensation her hot little tongue brought to his cock.

Astrid listened to his moans as she continued to lick, if she kept this up, he would surely finish soon. Taking another chance, she engulfed the whole upper-third of his cock into her mouth, giving it a long, slow suck.

At this, Hiccup did more than just moan. He grabbed the back of her head in his hands, grasping firmly at her blonde locks. Instinctively, he pushed her mouth further down onto his length, much to the surprise of Astrid. Who gagged as the large extremity was forced deep into her throat.

She quickly pushed him away and he slipped clumsily out of her mouth, a string of saliva still connecting her lips to the head. She bent over and coughed, hoping to the Gods she wouldn't puke all over the floor. She swore to Odin she heard Viggo chuckling at her, but she didn't care enough to look and see. After a few moments, she felt her gag reflex settle, and immediately sprung back into action.

She enveloped him into her mouth again, going just deep enough to keep from gagging, then pulled back. Mimicking the movements she made with her hand, but using her mouth alone.

Hiccup watched blissfully as she sucked and lapped at his length, the voice in his head no longer little. It screamed at him as he watched her work him.

Her mouth is so fucking hot, she's gonna suck you dry!

I mean, she let you suckle for her milk didn't she? Only fair that you let her suckle for yours!

You think she's gonna swallow it when it spurts, or choke on it?

Looks like we're gonna find out, give it to her!

Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck!

With a final moan, he felt the tight little coil within him burst out of seemingly nowhere, his balls swelled and he gripped the back of her head firmly in his grasp, not letting him leave her mouth even if she wanted.

Astrid didn't know what happened until it was all over. She noticed his entire groin area tense up, felt him painfully grip at her hair, and felt an eruption of a sticky liquid fill her mouth. It was a startling amount, and she had no choice but to swallow it as it spurted from him.

He was still cumming when he finally let go of her hair, and allowed himself to slip from her lips. The last little bit squirted from him when he fell from her mouth, it landed on her chest, quickly rolling down one of her bare breasts. Droplets escaped the corner of her mouth as she fought to get it all down. It tasted similar to the clear liquid from before, just stronger and more potent.

She allowed herself to finally breathe as the deed was done. She'd done what Viggo asked, hopefully he'd show them mercy.

Hiccup struggled to remain standing as he came down from his heights, but subsequently, the devious, annoying voice in his head seemed no longer existent. The haze within his mind started to clear, and suddenly, he was back to reality.

Viggo was sitting before him, Ryker only a few feet away. Hunters with crossbows ready to aim at their dragons stood in place, but seemed awfully interested in what was happening between him and Astrid…

Astrid… who was on her knees before him, head down. She was completely naked from the waist up, hair disheveled and messy from his firm grip, a trail of bruises leading from her neck down to her breast. A breast that just so happened to have his semen splattered across it.

The most awful combination of emotions exploded within him, terror, guilt, hatred… Not even to the hunters who forced this upon them, towards himself, for allowing it to happen.

For enjoying it…

Before he could form any words, a slow, rhythmic clapping came from Viggo's direction. Hiccup looked his way, and saw the hunter standing from his chair, clapping his hands together as if he'd just witnessed the end of a play.

"Well done. Well done on your end you two!" The hunter stopped clapping abruptly, clasping his hands together behind his back, an amused smile on his face. "You far exceeded my expectations, especially you, dear Astrid."

Hiccup shook with rage at the hunter's words, but when he heard a little sniffle his attention was brought to his friend who kneeled before him. Her head was still down.

He immediately dropped down to her, ignoring the fact that his pants were still pulled down enough to expose him. Her hair hid most of her face, and her arms crossed over her exposed chest. She looked as if she thought curling in on herself would turn her invisible.

Hiccup didn't know what to do, he wanted to touch her, put his hands on her upper arms and try to look into her eyes. But he knew that was a horrible idea. He was certain the last thing she wanted right now was for him to touch her. He tried thinking of something to say, anything at all.

"A-Astrid… I'm…" He spoke softly, voice breaking as tears threatened his eyes. "I-I'm so…"

She finally tilted her head upwards to look at him, as she did, he got a better look at her face. She looked drained, and pale, a little stream of white fluid trickled from the corner of her mouth. As Hiccup looked at it in horror, she swiftly wiped it away with her fist. Her voice was raspy as she finally spoke.

"I'm… glad to have you back."

She gave him a painful smile, before her expression fell flat, and she was left staring at the floor between them. His heart ached for her, knowing that he was the cause of her pain.

"How sweet." Viggo injected.

Hiccup looked at the man with fiery rage, "Alright, you got what you want. Call off your guards and let our dragons go!"

Viggo went expressionless for a moment, before he erupted in an unadulterated laugh. Hiccup looked on in confusion, finally, the man settled down, "Oh, my dear boy. You can't possibly think we're done here, can you?"

Hiccup's stomach dropped.

Viggo smirked as he continued, "You know, I was actually meaning to ask you this before we began, but it appears to have slipped my mind. Are you two virgins?"

"...Virgins?" Hiccup asked quietly, wanting to know what the hunter was getting at.

"I mean, I know you're no longer a virgin in certain ways, dear Hiccup. But, I'm mainly referring to innercourse, have either of you done it before?"

Hiccup looked on at the hunter, while Astrid sat deathly still beside him, "Why do you want to know?"

Viggo gave him a sad smile, "I was mainly curious, but I think it's crucial for the two of you to know, so you can enjoy your last moments as such."

Fear struck Hiccup's heart.

"Because, my dear boy," Viggo looked at the door of the chamber, "if you are indeed, both virgins," He looked back to Hiccup, evil behind his dark eyes. "I'm afraid you won't be, by the time you leave this very room."