This was mostly done by co-writer, I just did a lil editing but they did a super duper job!

-HTTYD-

There was movement behind her, an arm wrapping around her waist. A very familiar hand glided over her skin and settled right over her tattoo, leaving a fiery trail in its wake. Humming, Astrid leant back against the broad chest behind her, smiling as she felt a pair of lips against her neck.

"Missed you…"

She wanted to reply that she felt the same but instead gasped as another set of hands slipped beneath her shirt. They weren't as broad as the others but she knew them just as well, thumbs rubbing circles on her stomach.

"...so much…"

Nimble fingers found her nipples and gently played with them, making sparks of pleasure dart through her body. Her knees became weak but their arms held her safely, a hungry mouth capturing her moans as he kissed her deeply.

The hand on her hip slipped downwards between trembling thighs, caressing sensitive skin. He was so close to where she needed his touch, anticipation clouding her mind. It was so good to feel them, both pressed against her body, desire evident where they were hard and poking at her stomach and lower back.

"We need you…"

Was whispered against her ear, and she wanted to tell them that she needed them too, but then fingers were pushing aside the fabric of her underwear and–

Astrid woke with a gasp. Her heart was racing, her skin sweaty and prickling as tendrils of her dream followed her into reality.

Just a dream…

With a stifled groan, she let herself fall back into her pillows, grabbing one to cover her face and muffle her disappointed sobs. It had just been a dream. An incredibly vivid and graphic one – she could swear that she'd truly felt their hands on her skin – but still nothing but a dream.

For a moment, despair and longing took over her thoughts, made her mind drown and her heart clench painfully. She wanted to scream, wanted her dream to be real. She wanted it back, the comfort, the intimacy, the fire, all of it.

Groaning, she rolled onto her stomach and hid her face between her pillows. Her body was burning, set alight by this vivid, wonderful, horrible dream, and she had a feeling that her desire wouldn't just go away on its own this time. She'd gotten pretty good early on at ignoring it when she was turned on, since she spent all of her time with Henry, but it wasn't working at that moment.

After making sure that Henry was still fast asleep in his bed, Astrid fled into the bathroom and beneath the shower. It took embarrassingly little time, merely a couple of minutes of her hand working between her thighs until her body shook with a self-induced orgasm. It was a weak one, barely enough to even cool, let alone quell the heat within her… but it was going to have to be enough.

With something between a sob and a sigh, she leaned her head against the cool tiles, hot water running down her back as she tried to put at least some order into her head.

Seeing them again after all this time… it had gone and turned her whole world upside down. Even without her dream just now, she'd known that some part of her still wanted them. It had been there in every fibre of her being, even as surprise and stress had done a good job at covering her longing. They were still so breathtakingly beautiful, still radiated the comfort she so longed for, still were able to set her blood on fire with simple things like licking tomato sauce off their lips or reaching for just about anything with their large hands. She wanted to feel those hands and lips on her skin, wanted to burrow onto their hugs and be held through the entire night.

But she knew those things weren't an option anymore. All this was in the past, lost to her forever.

She left the shower and quickly towelled herself dry, putting her hair up in a bun so it wouldn't drip everywhere. A quick glance into the bedroom told her that Henry was still asleep, so she put on some fresh clothes and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for them both.

As she worked, her hands moving purely out of habit, she thought about what to do now. Could she really do it? Could she stand having them around on a regular basis when she still had feelings for them? That had been one of her first reasons to pull away from them, after all, hadn't it? And it was still true, more than ever. Despite their comments about it was only for fun and until they'd found someone else… Hiccup and Eret were still together. Together together. Her mom had told her as much, but it also had been obvious when they'd been here. The quick glances and tiny touches here and there, the way they moved together as if they were connected by countless strings. Some would call it a twin-thing, maybe, but Astrid knew better. And it would remind her of what they still had every time they met.

It also hurt to see in a different way too, because she had only been for fun for them, but they had obviously gotten past that point by then with each other.

Her gaze flickered to her phone on a sideboard. She could cancel their next meeting. She could say that something else had come up, maybe something with her work. Or that Henry had gotten ill and needed rest. Countless excuses to keep them away until, maybe, they got the hint and stayed away. She just didn't feel up to being around them when she couldn't be with them.

And the money! She didn't want them to give her any, didn't need it. She was doing fine! Whatever sense of guilt or supportiveness they felt, it was uncalled for. Keeping and raisig Henry had been her decision, and hers alone; she'd never wanted to burden them. Didn't need anything from them; not their money and not their help.

Really, it was better for everyone to keep them at a distance.

Wasn't it?

She stood leaned against a kitchen counter, holding her big mug full of decaf coffee in both hands, and tried to make a decision. Sip after sip she took of her mug until it was half empty, then put it aside with a groan and reached for her phone.

"Yeah?"

The voice on the other end sounded sleepy, and Astrid grimaced.

"Hey, Heather. I didn't wake you did I?"

Heather grumbled, then audibly yawned.

"No, you didn't… not really. I'm just not fully up yet" she yawned again. "but what's up? Everything okay with you and the little man?"

"Yeah, we're good" Astrid assured her. It was a valid question, after all, and she was touched by Heather's concern for her son "I was just… well, I'm just not sure what to do and could use a second opinion?"

There was chuckling coming from the speaker now.

"Well, that sounds mildly ominous at this early hour. What is it?"

Astrid bit her lip, drumming the fingers of her free hand against her phone-holding arm.

"It's… it's about Eret and Hiccup."

Just saying their name was sending shivers down her spine. There was more shuffling on Heather's end, where she was probably dragging herself out of bed right now. Astrid knew from the lack of other noise that Cami must have already left for work - as a nurse, she worked all manner of shifts.

"Okay? What about them?"

She sounded more serious once she'd gotten up, for which Astrid was grateful.

"It's just… that I don't know whether I can do it. Whether I can stand having them around. I had this dream last night, and…"

"What kind of dream?"

Heather asked when she didn't continue. Astrid chuckled, a little embarrassed. Which was kind of silly; Heather knew many things about Astrid that were worse than 'sexy dream'.

"It was… one of those steamy dreams, very graphic and… and… and…"

"Oh, one of those… and it was about them?"

"Yeah. And it felt so real. And I know this will sound silly, it's almost been two years now, but… but I think maybe I'm not over them yet."

A short silence, then Heather sighed.

"I know that you're not over them, Astrid. That's been dead obvious every time you refused to even say their names."

Astrid grimaced but couldn't really argue. She was a mess when it came to them.

"Then what am I supposed to do now?" she asked, voice subdued "Yesterday, I was barely able to cope, and that was with the surprise and panic of seeing them making me kind of numb. I don't know that I can stand being around them and just… just be someone they accidentally have a child with. I… I…"

When she trailed off, Heather sighed again.

"Astrid… I can't make this decision for you. If you can't be around them, then you should tell them to leave you alone. Henry will notice if you're miserable, and he's everyones first priority. But maybe this is just what you need? Maybe…" she paused and there was a grunt before she continued "maybe now that they're back in your life, you can get some closure."

Astrid snorted.

"Yeah, right. That dream felt a lot like 'getting closure'."

"Well, if I'm not mistaken, it's been quite a while since you've been with anyone. Toys don't count. No wonder your body is starving for attention. But maybe, it's just that and nothing more. Maybe you just need a good lay sometime soon, and once you get used to their presence, it'll stop being awkward? Or at least, stop being really awkward?"

"Yeah, maybe…"

Astrid wasn't convinced though, and she had a feeling that Heather wasn't, either, despite her tone seeming to carry some conviction.

They hung up soon after, as Heather needed to get ready for work, which meant Astrid was once again left alone with her thoughts. Maybe Heather was right. Maybe she really just needed to finally get over them, break the spell they put on her somehow and move on. She'd gone through the last year and a half with no problem, after all. She didn't need them and she didn't need to feel weird around them, either.

All she needed to do was get over the stupid memory of what she'd once felt for them. Easy.

Except…

Just thinking about that made her heart clench painfully. The love she'd felt for them – no, the love she was still feeling for them! – it was something good, even when it hurt. Stupid as that probably was… she didn't want to get over them, no matter how sensible an option it sounded.

She couldn't do it! She couldn't have them around, pretending that there was nothing between them, when everything inside her still yearned for what they once had. It would be too painful.

All she wanted right now was to go back to two weeks ago when she'd been safe from her family. When everything had been normal. Well, as normal as it could be when your brothers turned up to meet the child you'd had with them in an ill-advised incestuous affair over the better part of a year.

With gritted teeth, she reached for her phone. She wasn't sure yet what she would tell them but she at least could cancel their meeting next week. Make up some excuse, just anything. And when Heather came over the next time, they could think about how to tell them that she didn't want them in their lives. That sounded reasonable enough, even though she knew it was unfair on the twins.

She was just about to open her messenger to text Eret when a disgruntled toddler noise from the bedroom drew her attention. With a sigh and something of a light chuckle, she put the phone back down and went to Henry.

"Good morning baby boy."

She greeted him, her heart glowing when he gave her a toothy grin and reached out for her with his chubby arms.

"Hi mama!"

Breakfast was the usual messy chaos and for a while, Astrid was just busy limiting said chaos to the general area of the dining table, laughing when he managed to get a piece of his toast stuck to his nose and squinted to better see it. Once she'd cleaned him up, however, and let him down to play on the ground while she cleaned the table, her thoughts returned to her previous problem.

What could she tell them that would actually convince them to stay away? Just by showing up here, they'd already proven that her obvious wish for privacy wasn't enough. But… they'd cared for Henry's well-being, hadn't they? Maybe she could make up a story about how agitated and fretful Henry had been after their visit. That she wanted to keep visits at a monthly occurrence rather than a weekly, for Henry's sake. Yes, that was good. They couldn't really argue against that, could they? Or if they did, then she knew that it really was not Henry's well-being they had in mind, but only their own interests.

Astrid let herself fall into a chair, reached for her coffee, and watched Henry as he cleared out the drawer of Tupperware tops he was allowed to play with, scattering them all over the floor for Astrid to pick up later. Another knot was forming in her stomach as she planned out the lie she was going to tell Hiccup and Eret. It would work, even though it couldn't have been farther from the truth. Henry had taken their visit without any problem.

In fact… he seemed to have really enjoyed playing with them, even though he had no idea who they were to him. He'd taken to them brilliantly.

Without her help, her mind wandered back to the previous day. How both of these grown men had sitten on the ground, accepting whatever Henry had wanted to play with them. They'd looked so happy; not just Hiccup and Eret but Henry, too.

Astrid chocked on a quiet sob. She couldn't do it. She couldn't take that away from them, not from her son and not from his fathers. Not when it was solely to spare her own feelings. They deserved better, all of them. Her brothers had a right to get to know their son, now that she knew that they actually wanted to get to know him, And Henry… Henry had a right to get to know his fathers. He at least had the luck that his fathers wanted to be around him.

Silent tears of exhaustion and resignation ran down her cheek as she sat there, Henry playing at her feet. Eventually, Astrid shoved her phone away, decision reached to not cancel their meeting next week. She would give them the chance to be around each other, even at the cost of her own heartache. It was about what Henry needed.

And who knew… Maybe Heather would be proved rightand seeing them more often would get easier. Maybe even help her get over them...

-HTTYD-

Sure Astrid *sips tea*