Well, let's hope no more year and a half breaks between chapters!

-HTTYD-

Hiccup woke just enough to notice Dagur sneaking out of their bedroom again, sad to see him go but knowing it was for the best. He dozed off again after hearing Dagur's bedsprings creak, and woke again a little later with Dagur's side of the bed cold and empty again. Astrid gave him a squeeze-hug, then told the alarm that woke them to "get fucked". That didn't make it stop, so Hiccup reached out to switch it off.

"Earlyyyyyy."

"I know. But you hate going food shopping when the rest of the world is awake."

Astrid groaned, but eventually sat up.

"I do. C'mon, if I'm awake so are you."

She poked him in the side, ensuring Hiccup couldn't drift off back to sleep when they needed to go and do a top-up food shop. Hiccup grumbled, but knew he wasn't going to get away with dozing off again and so he sat up too, rubbing tired eyes and letting out a groggy grunt.

"I'm up. Sort of."

Astrid's eyes ran down his body, chuckling.

"Part of you certainly is. But we need to get going. I'll fuck you later."

They were both free that day, so Hiccup was in little doubt she meant that entirely seriously. He chuckled, making sure he was at least wearing bottoms once he'd put his prosthetic on. Flashing his morning wood at Heather didn't seem polite of him. He limped out to head to the bathroom, walking quietly to try and avoid waking Heather, as she appeared to still be asleep. Once he was done, Astrid took over the bathroom while Hiccup went to make them both a morning caffeine hit.

Heather seemed to be an early riser at least some of the time, as she joined them in the kitchen while Hiccup and Astrid were waking up over mugs of coffee. She was quiet, making herself some toast and tea. Hiccup was glad to see she felt at home enough to go about her morning without feeling like she had to ask permission to use things. He did notice she was in quite a good mood, even if she was quiet, and sat looking thoughtful as she ate.

"You know, that sofa is pretty comfortable. Actually get a good nights sleep, which is good since it's my bed for a little while."

Hiccup nodded, offering Heather a smile.

"Glad to hear it. I've fallen asleep there a few times myself and yeah, it's not bad."

Astrid made herself some protein porridge while Hiccup settled for a yoghurt, since it was about to go out of date and they were going food shopping anyway. He wasn't always that hungry in the morning, so it was plenty for him. After popping a painkiller so he could get about the supermarket more comfortably, he and Astrid went to get dressed. Dagur had risen by then, grouchy and in search of caffeine. Hiccup made him a coffee before they left, stealing a kiss while Heather was in the bathroom.

"See you when you get back from work love."

Dagur nodded, turning his attention back to coffee as Hiccup and Astrid headed out. She squeezed his hand as they walked down to the car park, offering him a smile that he knew meant it's only for a little while. Once they were in the car, Astrid turned with a grin.

"Don't worry, you know he'll be finding ways to creep into bed with us again soon enough."

"I know. It's not just sex I miss though. It's feeling free to just fool around and not worry about who's watching. That, and concern that Heather's going to continue... defiling the sofa and making it tough to look her in the eye."

Astrid snickered.

"If you want me to talk to her about that-"

"No! It feels so creepy to say we overheard her in her... private moment."

"So you'd rather just keep listening in?"

"No! I'd rather pretend it isn't happening and then bleach it from my brain when Heather moves out again."

Astrid rolled her eyes, giggling to herself.

"Amazing how it's fine for one of your cousins to come on your face, but you're awkward about the fact the other one masturbates. You're lucky I love your ridiculous, dorky ass."

Hiccup choked on air, shaking his head when he was sure he wasn't about to die.

"Don't say things like that while I'm driving, unless you want your cause of death to read 'accident due to incest references'."

"Well, if you died too nobody could tell them that's what I said. But fair point, I would prefer not to die just this minute, especially since you're making lasagna tomorrow."

"I'm glad to know my cooking skills mean you don't want to kill me."

Astrid threw him a cheeky smile, pointing out he was about to miss a turn they needed to take. They managed to make it to the shop with no further attempted murder attempts from Astrid's filthy mouth, and she was thankfully just about contained enough not to reference the fact Hiccup was also in a relationship with his cousin while other people were around.

"Oh look, Dagur's favourite protein bars are half price. That'll perk him right up."

Astrid commented before she basically emptied the entire stock of them in to their trolley. Between Astrid and Dagur, they went through quite a few of them. They meandered around, picking up everything on the list and a few extra treats before they headed back. Heather had left for work, so Astrid made good on her promise from earlier and barely let him put away the fridge and freezer foods before she dragged him off to bed.

Astrid loved lasagna day. Well, she loved lasagna, and obviously adored Hiccup for being willing to put the effort in to make it from scratch exactly how she liked it. Extra meat, extra cheese... extra everything, really. It was huge. The tray barely fit in their oven. Basically ideal as far as Astrid was concerned. Dagur loved it too, which was a bonus. They were alone in the flat though, and Astrid was very torn between letting Hiccup finish his food prep and climbing on top of him. The second one won out, so she headed to the kitchen door. He looked very appealing in only shorts and an apron, surrounded by things that would be delicious later.

"Hiccuuuuup."

"Yes, m'lady?"

"I'm horny. There is nobody else here. These are two things that mix quite well."

He chuckled, shaking his head.

"I thought you wanted this food?"

"I do! But it can wait... half an hour. Maybe an hour."

Still chuckling, Hiccup indicated the board in front of him.

"I'm in the middle of something. Give me a few more minutes?"

"Fiiiiine. I'll be waiting."

Astrid opted to speed the process along and started undressing, tossing her clothes aside to deal with later and hearing Hiccup whistle as he worked away in the kitchen. She was about to go in and see what was taking so long when he reappeared, and she spotted that he'd shucked the shorts he had on, and so he was just in the apron. When he saw Astrid had stripped off too, the apron soon followed and he joined her on the sofa. Mindful of his prosthetic, Astrid shoved him down on his back and gripped his cock, half hard already and still growing. He rose to full hardness in her mouth, Hiccup's lovely moans and groans filling the air as Astrid sucked his cock.

They both bolted upright when they heard the front door opening, but to both parties relief, it wasn't Heather.

"Oh, it's just you."

"Nice to see you too!"

Dagur pouted, and Astrid rolled her eyes.

"I meant 'it's not Heather', since we were about to fuck on the sofa. Now you're here, do feel free to disrobe and climb aboard."

Dagur laughed, already cheered up and heading over.

"Don't have to ask me twice."

Astrid moved aside for a minute to give the boys a little time to kiss and touch, then went back to getting herself involved. The sofa was a little snug for the three of them, but it wasn't like they minded being close. Rather unexpectedly, Heather being there had pushed Astrid and Dagur a little closer. Maybe she took him for granted a little less than before, as time to just be around Dagur was in shorter supply.

Dagur's scruff scratched pleasantly against her face as he kissed her, occasionally grunting against her lips as Hiccup stroked his cock. There was something undeniably wonderful about the way the three of them tangled together messily, short of space but keen on touching as they shifted around carefully; since Hiccup had been enjoying it so much before, Astrid continued to suck him off while Dagur knelt behind her. He ascertained she didn't want him to go get a condom before he pressed in, Hiccup groaning as Astrid moaned around his cock at finally being filled.

Hiccup's fingers wound through her hair as Dagur's gripped her hips tight, finding their rhythm together and Astrid loved every second. She'd just started to lose herself in the heat of it all when a sound none of them expected disturbed them; a key in the front door.

"Shit!"

Dagur swore, pulling out and floundering before he dived down on to the ground. Astrid popped her head up over the back of the sofa, supposing that at least with the angle from the door to the sofa, Heather couldn't see Hiccup naked.

"Oh, hey Astrid."

"Heather! You're back early."

Hiccup was scrambling to try and find something to cover up with, but none of their clothes were in reach and they'd tossed the extra pillows aside to make more space when Dagur got on the sofa with them. Heather, who clearly wasn't aware what she'd walked in on, continued over and got quite the eyeful.

"Oh my gods! I'm... shit, I'm sorry! I'll just... go over there!"

She covered her eyes, knocking in to the table as Hiccup tried (in vain) to cover himself with his hands. Heather hastened over toward the kitchen, laughing to herself and thankfully not spotting Dagur, who was shuffling around on the floor trying to stay out of sight. Hiccup shook his head, cheeks burning red.

"Well, that wasn't awkward at all."

"No, that was close though."

Dagur grumbled quietly, peering up before he did a rather hilarious naked scamper over to the safety of his bedroom. Astrid couldn't help laughing, though she managed to help Hiccup stand up and they both made a run for their bedroom; Hiccup thankfully managed to have the headspace to remember to pick up Dagur's clothes before Heather noticed them, using them to hide his still half-hard cock until they were safely in their room.

Astrid was still giggling all the while; crisis averted, and while it was awkward, it was highly amusing.

"That was too close."

"Eh, she didn't see Dagur, so no harm done."

Astrid was still pretty horny, but she doubted Hiccup was going to be convinced to continue, and also she figured it would be more fun to save it for later when Dagur could join in again. So she reluctantly started getting dressed again, though she did make out what sounded like Dagur finishing the job himself in his room. It was going to be a few minutes before Hiccup steeled himself to face Heather again, so Astrid headed back out alone, not really sorry but figuring since Heather slept on that sofa, she should make a token apology.

"Sorry about that, we got carried away making out."

Heather giggled.

"Yeah... I couldn't help but notice, you are a lucky lady."

Astrid grinned, nodding.

"Oh I am, and he knows how to use it. Don't rib him too much though, he's a little too awkward for that level of banter right away."

"Aww, I promise not to break him."

Given that Hiccup was Heather's cousin too, and not one he was also banging, Astrid couldn't help but notice Heather didn't seem that awkward about it, but then she and Astrid just had that sort of friendship to talk about such things, so maybe she was just not awkward talking to Astrid about it.

And, well, it was true. Just... more so than Heather even realised.

Once he'd recovered from the shock, Hiccup resurfaced, and with Heather in the kitchen, Dagur managed to pass off that he had just gotten home too and she just hadn't heard him come in. Hiccup put them all to work helping put dinner together (though Astrid was relegated solely to chopping vegetables), and soon enough everything was ready to start cooking. They always had garlic bread with lasagna, so the whole place smelled amazing and Astrid was practically drooling by the time dinner was cooked.

"Hey Dagur, have you ever walked in and caught these two at it?"

Hiccup and Dagur both choked on their food, and Astrid had to put down her fork to laugh at the shock on both their faces. Dagur had, but it wasn't really an issue since he was often invited to join the fun. Once both had managed to breathe normally again, Dagur shrugged.

"Uh, yeah. I just tell them to get dressed and go get myself a protein bar."

"Oh, that reminds me! Your favourites were on sale earlier, we got loads."

Dagur whooped, grinning. Astrid was right; it did cheer him up. They all got stuck in to their dinner with no further choking incidents, and Astrid was pleasantly full of deliciousness when they all settled down afterwards.

"That was awesome."

Hiccup smiled as everyone else agreed with Astrid.

"Glad you enjoyed it. It's a bit of work, but totally worth it. I think I'm in a carb coma now though."

Astrid chuckled as Hiccup groaned and rubbed his stomach, shifting to lean against him a little more comfortably. With the awkwardness effectively gone, they shared a cosy evening, though she could tell that Dagur was anxious to get to bed so they could wait for Heather to fall asleep and he could sneak in to their room again. It would have to wait til their dinner settled though; Hiccup could hardly move after such a big meal.

Once her dear boyfriend had recovered from his 'carb coma' and everyone had said goodnight, Heather said she was going to take a quick shower before bed. Dagur barely waited for the bathroom door to close behind her before he was 'sneaking' in to their room, and the three fell in to bed together quite happily. After the interruption earlier, they were all eager to resume, and clothes didn't last more than a minute before the three of them were naked and kissing. A little fumbling and foreplay found them back in the same positions as they had been before Heather got home earlier, and Hiccup looked ever so lovely panting under her as Dagur eased his girthy cock in to Astrid. It meant Hiccup and Dagur could see each other too, which she was sure they liked.

Being fucked rather soundly as Hiccup throbbed in her mouth meant Astrid was pretty distracted, and she doubted any of them noticed Heather getting back from her shower. But as Dagur slowed down to reposition Astrid a little for a better angle, there was no mistaking the sounds they could hear coming from the fourth person in their flat.

"Fuck!"

Apparently, Heather had given up on being quiet.

Either that... or she wanted to be heard. Astrid wasn't sure; she'd certainly forgot herself sometimes and made more noise than planned, which had led to some slightly awkward moments when she and Hiccup were off visiting parents. She wasn't complaining, really. It was kind of hot, if she was honest. And, as a friend, she knew Heather was a fan of toys, so a few lewd images played themselves through her mind. When she looked up, she could see Hiccup was not unaffected; he was panting harder, flush spreading over his chest. She was about to ask how Dagur was faring when she felt his fingers dig tighter in to her hips, and the way he fucked her was more than enough of an answer.

Maybe she'd have minded Dagur seeming to get off on overhearing Heather before, but since she'd spent a while as part of a messy three-person relationship with two men who were also cousins - and since she was so damn horny - Astrid could not have given less of a shit just then. They were all more turned on, and since Heather was showing off, Astrid gave up on keeping quiet herself, letting her moans of pleasure come out uninhibited whenever she came up for air before resuming sucking Hiccup hard.

Dagur broke first, grip tight enough that Astrid expected finger-shaped bruises in the morning as he bucked in to her a little harder before she felt him come. The fact that had pushed him over the edge so fast only turned Astrid on more, and when Dagur pulled out and slid sticky, damp fingers over her clit, she came so hard she almost couldn't breathe. Dagur took over for her as Astrid gasped and shuddered, messy red hair bobbing up and down as he worked Hiccup in to a frenzy, his back arching clean off the bed and Dagur swallowed him down greedily.

They fell in to a sweaty, breathless pile of limbs on the bed, neither man speaking a word and so there was nothing to drown out Heather audibly finishing herself off. At least, Astrid assumed she was done, since Heather went quiet soon after.

As much as she was dying to know what was going through his head, Astrid doubted even Dagur knew, and Hiccup seemed to be thinking along the same lines, so neither of them asked. They cleaned themselves up in silence, and when Astrid felt it was safe, she popped out for the bathroom before returning to find the two men snuggled up together. They left room for her as always, and she slipped under the covers with them, cosying up and wondering just how many more strange, interesting moments Heather was going to cause while she was staying with them.

Dagur didn't want to get up, quite happily nestled on Hiccup's chest, his cousin's arm wrapped loosely around his shoulders. And being awake meant his brain reminding him of... things Dagur didn't want to think about. Falling asleep in their room hadn't quite been part of the plan, but even if he hadn't really needed to spend time snuggling Hiccup, Dagur wasn't brave enough to venture out and risk running in to Heather.

What had happened last night?

Nope. He wasn't thinking about that. At all. But he did need to get up, if only because he needed to pee and to not get caught in 'Hiccup and Astrid's' room. It was his room too. But Heather didn't know that.

Grumbling as he peeled himself out of the warm, cosy cocoon, he hunted around for his discarded pyjama bottoms, ignoring the twitch of his morning wood at the scrape of fabric over it when he pulled his bottoms up. Hiccup cracked an eye open and offered him a sleepy smile, Astrid still dead to the world. He crept over to the door, peering out and seeing no sign of Heather nearby. He'd barely pulled the door shut behind him when he heard another door open, panicking slightly as Heather appeared from the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel.

Actually, panicking a lot. He had morning wood, probably looked a bit guilty, and Heather had very nearly caught him red-handed.

"Oh. Morning. You waiting for the bathroom?"

Dagur took the excuse happily.

"Uh. Yeah."

She smiled, acting as though nothing had happened last night. Which it hadn't. Dagur wondered if he could convince himself by repeating it in his head enough times. Heather breezed past, and Dagur spared a second to wonder why she'd bothered showering the night before just to do it again that morning. Only a second, because his brain was soon occupied by slightly more troubling things.

Like how the towel Heather had on was just a little too small. And as she walked away, he prayed she never, ever knew he'd spent far too long with his eyes unable to tear themselves away from where her ass was exposed with each step as the towel pulled up. At least it hadn't done that when she was in front of him... Dagur mentally slapped himself for even thinking that, and then really hoped Heather hadn't noticed his morning wood.

She's gotta go, or I am in big trouble here.

-HTTYD-

Disaster queers are so much fun! Especially if you throw in some incest for delicious, horny angst.