So, another so soon? That's the way things roll sometimes!

-HTTYD-

Dagur was pretty sure he failed at not being awkward that day, but thankfully nobody brought it up so he didn't have to explain himself. He managed to go for a jog, shower, go to work and come home without freaking out. Seeing Heather definitely pushed that limit a little, but a few hours with a clear head had at least helped him wind down to a 'not freaking out' level. There were still... thoughts Dagur could definitely have done without. But nobody could punish him for thinking bad thoughts, and once Heather moved out, those thoughts would probably go away. It was just... the strangeness of the situation, obviously.

After all, he was getting less sex than before, and feeling a little lonely having to limit time he could snuggle up with Hiccup and kiss his stupidly pretty face whenever he felt like it. That was obviously just sending him a little... strange. That was definitely all it was. That, and the way Heather was behaving. There was no way she didn't know they could hear her the night before; heck, the neighbours probably heard her little performance.

Hiccup and Heather made dinner together, and Dagur started to feel sort of normal by the time he was stuffed full of chicken and pasta salad, though he made the decision not to sit on that sofa to try and avoid thinking about the things the sofa had seen. All in all, it was a pretty normal day happening around him. As they all started to get ready to head off to bed, Dagur took the opportunity when Heather headed to the bathroom to brush her teeth, and didn't bother pretending to go to his own room, instead following Hiccup and Astrid and letting out a deep breath when the bedroom door was closed behind them.

He took a minute to just enjoy hugging Hiccup, Astrid smiling fondly at the two of them while she got undressed for bed. Once he'd gotten his fill for the moment, the two men joined Astrid in stripping down and getting in to bed.

"So... how was your day?"

Hiccup asked as he removed his prosthetic and swung his legs up on to the bed. They'd chatted already, but it was nice to have a little catch up with no pressure to worry what Heather was going to overhear. And, well, Dagur didn't like lying to either of them; even if he and Astrid weren't as close as he and Hiccup or her and Hiccup, they were still pretty close, and she was nothing but supportive and accepting of their relationship right from the start.

"Uh. Weird. This morning, Heather almost caught me leaving the bedroom. And, well, she'd just gotten out of the shower and I guess she couldn't find a bigger towel..."

Astrid started snickering as Dagur trailed off, and Hiccup looked torn between bemused and amused himself.

"Oh yeah, it definitely feels like she's pulling some kind of trick. Either that or she's worked out what's going on and is waiting to have solid proof. Me and her were chatting earlier, and the girl was just dripping with innuendoes the whole time. I think it's funny."

"So you think Heather knows and is... pranking us?"

"Yeah. I mean, she is Dagur's sister. I adore you, carrot top, but you do love a practical joke. Heather's no different. She probably thinks she's being hilarious. I mean, after she caught me and Hiccup, she told me I was, and I quote, a 'lucky lady'."

Even in the limited light in their room, he saw Hiccup's cheeks burn redder than Dagur's own hair. Astrid only called him 'carrot top' when she was really in the mood for a playful ribbing - if she were in a more serious mood, she'd be the one to point out that the top of a carrot was technically the green bit. So he figured that despite everything, she wasn't upset about anything.

Though he hadn't admitted to staring at Heather's ass. And Dagur did want to, but he didn't know how he felt about that actual moment, and so wasn't quite ready to open up about it when he couldn't fully explain just yet. He wondered if Astrid had noticed his reaction to hearing Heather the night before...

Almost as if on cue with Dagur's thoughts, some certain sounds started happening again. And if anything, they were even louder than the previous night.

"What is she, outside our freaking door now?"

Astrid said, pushing the covers down and picking up Dagur's discarded top. Both he and Hiccup watched as Astrid actually went and opened the door, which of course only meant they could hear Heather even more clearly. Dagur swallowed thickly as a mix of anxiety and arousal bubbled low in his belly, and then Astrid actually left the room.

"Astrid!"

Hiccup hissed, but there was probably little chance Astrid could have heard him over Heather's little... performance. Dagur got up, intending to go drag Astrid back, close the door and pretend nothing was going on. Hiccup called after him, and Dagur did hear him moving around, knowing Hiccup had to put his leg back on before he could follow them. When Dagur reached Astrid, she was peering around a corner, though there was little point. Dagur looked, and it was pretty obvious Heather couldn't see them from the way she was laying down.

He couldn't tear his eyes away, and Astrid seemed pretty much just as engrossed. Heather was kneeling, face pressed down against the sofa (which didn't seem to be muffling the sounds she made at all). Her legs were parted to give her room to, well, use a toy on herself. She was completely exposed to their eyes, and it was clear she also had some kind of plug... Dagur felt a little dizzy, and he tried to leave but it seemed he was kind of rooted in place.

Hiccup was there too, he sort of realised. Heather started twitching and shaking, her sounds growing louder. Did that mean she was almost done?

They should leave. They should definitely... go.

"Quick!"

Astrid murmured, and shoved them both. Finally feeling like he was unfrozen, Dagur followed them and they all left, his head spinning and his cock shamefully throbbing, hard as he'd ever been and it was over Heather. When the three of them were back in their room, door closed and Heather finally having gone quiet, it became rather obvious he was not the only person affected, as Astrid all but tackled Hiccup to the bed, murmuring that she was now very horny as she stripped off Dagur's shirt and started working on Hiccup's shorts. He was already hard too, that much was clear as soon as his waistband came down.

"You getting in on this?"

Astrid asked, and Dagur tore his eyes away from Hiccup's cock long enough to realise she was talking to him. Actually asking if he wanted to fuck after that. He definitely did, but was he prepared to admit that?

Dagur nodded, and Astrid grinned, beckoning him over.

"I know we normally have you in front, but I reckon I can handle you in the back tonight."

Astrid's words made it abundantly clear what she wanted, and Dagur could only nod as Hiccup fished out their lube and sat up, kissing Dagur over Astrid's shoulder before he handed over the bottle. Astrid declined the use of condoms when asked.

"I want a good, sloppy fuck."

Well, who were they to deny Astrid her whims and wishes? Dagur was certainly not averse to messy sex. He slicked his fingers with lube, using them to encourage Astrid's muscles to open up and doing his best not to think of the plug they'd seen Heather using only moments ago. He failed, but Astrid squirming and moaning was quite the effective distraction and soon his attentions were pretty firmly on his bedmates, especially when Astrid started pleading for them to get on and fuck her properly.

Hiccup sighed happily as Astrid seated herself on his cock, shifting back and forth a few times to get settled at a good angle. Dagur watched her rise and fall a few times, Hiccup's cock wet with her arousal. His own erection was so sensitive it jerked in his hand from the slightest touch, and Dagur bit back a moan as he worked lube along the length of his shaft. Astrid leant forward, bracing herself on Hiccup's shoulders while Dagur got himself in to place, hoping he didn't come on the spot as he felt tight muscles grip his cock, the firmness of Hiccup through the thin skin that separated them sliding along the underside of his cock.

Astrid shuddered, mewling and squirming between them as they waited for her to adjust to being full of them both. She moved her hips, testing the feeling before she told them they could start to thrust. They'd done this enough times to find their rhythm in no time at all, Astrid's position as she leant forward meaning Dagur could see Hiccup's face twisted in pleasure as they moved together. There was little in the way of slow build up once they got going, grinding and groping and grunting, Astrid devolving before his eyes as Hiccup whimpered that he wasn't sure how much longer he could last.

He didn't remember if they were meant to be keeping the noise down, but if they were, none of them were bothering to do so. Astrid growled and swore, grinding harder against them both before she shuddered between the two of them, all but screaming out her delight as she climaxed. Hiccup practically sobbed with relief that he didn't need to hold out any longer, and hearing, feeling them both going to pieces right there in front of him was more than enough to push Dagur over the edge too. He'd barely been holding on the whole time, and he bit down hard on Astrid's shoulder to make sure nothing he couldn't take back fell from his lips.

As they pulled apart, sweaty and sticky and both men being careful not to hurt Astrid in the process, they all slumped in a messy pile upon the bed and waited for their racing hearts to calm. Nobody spoke for a few minutes, until a rather disheveled Astrid straightened up, turning toward them both where he and Hiccup were laying next to her.

"Who was last in?"

"Dagur."

Hiccup murmured in answer, and he wasn't wrong. Astrid turned her gaze to him, raising an eyebrow.

"Didn't you close the door?"

"Of course I..." Dagur had turned his eyes toward it as he spoke, and sure enough, the bedroom door was hanging ajar "did. I swear, I did."

Dagur sat up, looking to see if a sock or something had gotten caught and the door hadn't been able to shut properly, but there was no sign of anything amiss, other than the open door.

"I need to pee but I can't feel my legs."

Astrid grumbled, and Hiccup chuckled.

"I can lend you one, but I will need it back."

"Asshole."

Since neither of his bedmates looked to be moving just yet, Dagur got up and pulled on some shorts, peering out and half expecting to see Heather waiting to either catch him there or tell them to keep the noise down. Nothing of the sort happened, so he headed to the bathroom and cleaned himself up, sneaking back out and informing the other two the bathroom was available.

As though making absolutely certain, Hiccup locked the bedroom door when he and Astrid were done, and the three of them settled amongst the rumpled sheets, sweaty and satisfied and in Dagur's case, only having a minor existential crisis. Luckily, he was too drained and exhausted to lie awake with said crisis, and once he'd burrowed in to Hiccup's space and heard the grumbles that he was heavy, Dagur's eyes grew heavy and he drifted off nice and easy.

Dagur woke alone, confused by the wide open door. Why would Hiccup and Astrid do that? How did they do that? Dagur wasn't that heavy a sleeper, and even then, why would they leave the door wide open so Dagur could easily be seen in 'their' bed?

He got up, scrubbing a hand through his messy hair and yawning in to the other hand before searching for something to wear. Once he'd located his pyjama bottoms, Dagur headed out in to the rest of the house and looked around for any signs of Hiccup or Astrid. There was none, not even any sign they'd been in the bathroom that morning when he went in there. More confused than ever, Dagur moved on to the living room. No sign of anyone, though the blanket and pillow on the sofa told him someone had slept on it.

"Morning Dagur."

He turned around at the sound of Heather's voice, about to ask her where Hiccup and Astrid had gotten to. Words died in his throat when he saw her though; that damned tiny towel that covered barely a thing was all she had on. And, as though Dagur wasn't standing right there, Heather just... dropped the towel and stood naked in front of him. Dagur couldn't move, though though one part of him was treacherously awake, rising to attention. Heather laughed, approaching him. Still naked. Her hand splayed across his chest, and one firm shove sent him stumbling back, landing heavily on the sofa. Heather knelt down, reaching for his waistband and pulling it down to expose his erection. Dagur did nothing except breathe a bit harder, heart feeling as though it were about to come out of his chest.

"I've been thinking about this so much."

Heather opened her mouth, leaning forward...

Dagur jerked awake, blinking rapidly. He realised he could in fact feel someone genuinely giving him head, but when he looked down, the head over his hips was blonde, not black. A flicker of disappointment shot through him before fading entirely as sleepy blue eyes peered up at him. Astrid grinned, letting his cock slip from her mouth.

"Morning."

It wasn't the first time Dagur had woken up to that sort of greeting, and he'd given Hiccup similar wake up calls himself. They'd talked about it already and agreed everyone was on board with it, and Dagur was sure if he told Astrid to stop, she definitely would. She continued, and Dagur happily let her, groaning lazily as he came and sinking deeper in to the bed when Astrid sat up, wiping her mouth.

"To what do I owe the lovely wake up?"

"It's early and we were up late. Figured it would ease the sting of an early start, and Hiccup left the bed early cus he's a butthead."

Yawning, Dagur noticed that Hiccup was indeed gone.

"Why are we up early?"

"Breakfast. Hiccup has an early start but felt like cooking. I know we were gonna go running, but I'm a little too sore after last night for our usual racing around so I'm gonna skip this morning and kick your ass tomorrow."

Still pleasantly buzzed, Dagur laughed and nodded.

"Whatever you say blondie."

Heather was sure things would probably settle down if she just told them she knew.

But that wouldn't be nearly as much fun.

"You know, you can move back here with me if you need to."

Heather nodded to herself, though her father couldn't see since they were talking on the phone. The other three were doing their best to act casual, but there was a lingering electricity in the air, fuelled by the fact they all seemed to be taking turns... entertaining each other. She'd watched them, and she knew they had watched her. Heather rather enjoyed being watched, so she certainly wasn't complaining. Though she wouldn't have turned down a playmate... but the audience made it more fun.

Now it just... felt like a game. Who was going to break first? Who was going to finally be the one to say something? Her, or them?

"Heather? You there love?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry dad. Spaced out. I appreciate the offer, and I'm definitely gonna come visit soon. But I actually think something is gonna become available down here, very soon."

-HTTYD-

Oh Heather, whatever could you meannnn?