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A/N: This story is an A.U. and does NOT follow the canon events from the movies and t.v. series, so don't be surprised to see things happening differently from what you know. Also, my dragons are super smart and can talk telepathically, so please don't have a fit when they start talking. :P
Connected to Dragons
Book 2 of the How To Light Up The Night series
Preface:
Despite the odds against it, the undersized and not particularly inclined towards any of the normal Viking feats Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third won the heart and promised hand of the beauteous and very Valkyrie-like Astrid Hofferson during his fourteenth summer.
He also made his father see that the way he'd been sheltering him from a normal Viking life was actually detrimental to his future as Stoick the Vast's heir, thus starting a new and much healthier relationship between them.
But that wasn't the only thing of note that happened to Hiccup that summer.
Aside from himself and Astrid being the first ever Berkians to actually see a Night Fury (a secret they kept to themselves), they also spotted someone he was pretty sure was his supposedly deceased mother; and she was riding a dragon. Actually riding it.
And the dragon didn't seem to mind.
This changed everything Hiccup and Astrid had thought they knew about dragons, but they couldn't tell anyone.
Especially not Hiccup's stubborn and set-in-his-ways father.
Because the island of Berk was at war with the dragons, and trying to change centuries of ingrained instincts born into a Viking would be like trying to change the tide.
But what if something happened with the previously glimpsed Night Fury to inspire such a miracle?
Prologue:
Fifteen years…
Hiccup sighed in contentment as he stared up at the fluffy clouds floating across the cerulean sky from his bed of fresh spring grass located at the edge of the training meadow and beside the cliff overlooking the gently lapping sea that caressed the rocks below in a soothing melody. With one arm folded under his head and the other tucked across Astrid's torso as she used his chest as a pillow, and his fingers tangled in the silk of her long golden locks, he was as comfortable as he could possibly get with his world at the moment.
The warm sun countered the still chilly air that hadn't quite made up its mind to give up winter, making even that pleasant and agreeable, and lulling him into a sleepy state like it already had to Astrid.
She hummed in drowsy pleasure as his hand idly stroked through her hair, both untangling and tangling as it went. "Wake me when the sun starts to set," she murmured as she turned from lying on her back and T'd to his body to lying on her side and snuggling up tight to him. Her head moved up to his shoulder and she wrapped an arm around his chest and even threw a leg over his crossed-at-the-ankle ones.
Using his arm to help hold her there, Hiccup smiled as he kissed the top of her head. "Of course, M'lady," he whispered quietly back.
Astrid hummed again in thanks and then he felt her chest expand against him followed by her breaths becoming slow and even.
His smile, already firmly fixed in the loving category grew sappy as well as he gazed at her resting face. The way her pale eyelashes cast shadows on her cheeks always enchanted him. Not to mention the way her lips relaxed in slumber to part ever so slightly. They were also somewhat fuller than normal at the moment, thanks to their enthusiastic kisses that had led to them tumbling down into the grass maybe an hour ago.
Kisses that had led to them going just a little bit further in their slowly escalating comfort zone of intimacy, much to his surprise and eager enjoyment.
Hiccup had spent the eight long months of winter growing, training, eating to fuel the first two, designing and making a few new inventions, making plans to capture a dragon to try and tame on the sly, and best of all, spending nearly all of his time with Astrid while he did those things, all while kissing and touching each other as often as they could get away with. (Even if it was just to hold hands or to hug chastely when in the watchful eyes of others.)
Which meant that their already comfortable relationship was now even more so.
He was now almost a whole inch taller than her instead of two inches shorter, and he'd put on enough muscle so that he could no longer be accused of trying to impersonate a twig. A slender branch maybe, but not a twig.
Astrid was pretty sure he'd always be lean compared to a normal Viking, though, but they were both okay with that, considering she was as well and Hiccup couldn't actually picture himself wanting to be as bulky as someone like Fishlegs. He liked being agile and fast, thank you very much.
Besides, Astrid liked him more for his intelligence than his body.
Not that she didn't do a fine job of appreciating both, though.
Sweet and Spicy Moments (part 1):
Approximately one hour earlier…
It was only their second training session of the year outside instead of cooped up in the Great Hall - that you just couldn't get the funk of sweaty bodies to dissipate from no matter what they did (spacious as it was) - and Hiccup had enjoyed it immensely.
Especially the watching Astrid kick everyone else's butts part. (Even his own, but he was okay with that.)
It never got old seeing Snotlout lose to a girl. Ever.
And the twins… well, let's just say that Hiccup didn't mind seeing them hit the ground either after all the pranks they'd pulled on him over the years.
Once everyone else had left them (most sending knowing looks over their shoulders as he and Astrid lingered), the girl dropped the quiver of used arrows she'd been pretending to inspect with a muttered, "Finally." Then Astrid pulled his new all-in-one shield out of his hands and tossed it beside the quiver and then grabbed his hand to lead him over to the edge of the cliff. She then stood with her eyes closed and her arms out, letting the sea breeze dry the last of the sweat on her brow and the sun shine on her face. "Thor, I love spring. Isn't it glorious, Hiccup?" she asked, eyes still closed.
"It sure is," he'd agreed huskily, looking only at the beautiful gift from the gods that was his fiancé.
Astrid, catching his tone, opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him knowingly as she gave up trying to catch the wind with her hands. "You know, babe, I'm going to end up with an ego as big as this island if you keep complimenting me like that indefinitely."
Hiccup only shrugged. "So be it. Only more of you to love, I say."
His goddess rolled her eyes and punched him in the arm. "Well, stop it."
He raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Seriously?"
She thought about it for all of three seconds and then smirked at him. "No."
Hiccup chuckled and pulled her close with an arm behind her slender waist. "I didn't think so, my fair in more ways than one Lady."
Her smirk increased in depth as Astrid wrapped her arms around his neck and she stepped even closer into his body so they were pressed together from chest to thighs. Her gorgeous big blue eyes sparkled as she looked up at him that one little fraction that made him rejoice every time because it used to – depressingly - be the other way around. "And what ways would those be?" she asked coyly.
Hiccup wrapped his other arm around her and pulled lightly on the thick braid hanging down her back. "Well, there's this. Thy locks doth glimmer like the fairest field of wheat in the sun."
"Hmmmm. A good start, my poetic one," she said teasingly, her own fingers now delving into his hair and petting his scalp in the way that made delicious shivers run down his spine. "What else?"
Now on a roll with what he'd started, Hiccup grinned. "Thy temperament is as fair as the ocean, both in the generosity of thy heart and the ruthlessness of thy temper."
Astrid laughed. "Very true."
He nuzzled his nose into the sweet spot below her ear, making her giggle as he knew she would, and then he whispered, "Thy mirth is like the fairest of bells to mine ears. Thy skill as a warrior is decidedly more than passing fair and arouses me to the heights of fair delight." He scattered soft kisses from her ear to her the corner of her mouth, moving his hands as he did so, so that he was cupping her face and could capture her gaze. "And lastly, thy visage is the most fair of all the maidens in the known land, unchallenged and worshipped by this unworthy, besotted swain."
"Oh, Hiccup," she said with her melting heart shining in her eyes and her fingers tightening in his hair. "You are so far beyond worthy of my love, it hurts sometimes." Then she tugged his head to hers and kissed him.
His lips copied her sweet sincerity as the kiss gradually got hotter and deeper and his heart sang a deep bass tune of, 'She loves me! She loves me! She loves me!' in his chest.
When she eventually pulled back enough for them to gasp for air and stare at each other with adoring eyes, she added, "And I think I want to show you how much."
While he had no clue what that meant, Hiccup was one hundred percent on board with whatever it was. He shrugged slightly and kissed her nose teasingly. "Whatever M'lady wishes."
"Good," she grinned, then hooked her leg behind his and toppled him to the grass. The fact that his head was nearly hanging off the edge of the cliff when he was done falling didn't really register because she fell right down with him, landing on his body, and had her mouth plastered to his again almost before the air even had a chance to leave his lungs in a whoosh.
Astrid got all his oxygen, which made her pull back so he could gasp in a few more lungfuls while she laughed at him. "Sorry, babe."
"That's okay," he wheezed back as he wrapped his arms and legs around her and rolled them over away from the cliff – his survival instincts weren't completely AWOL, despite how she made his head spin. He planted his hands on either side of her head and let his hips settle as close as comfortably possible with her spike covered skirt and skull decorated belt between them (talk about your inventive chastity belts). He gave her a cheeky grin. "I didn't need that air anymore anyway. I can survive on just you."
Then he proceeded to show her by kissing her for several long and delightful minutes while their chests rubbed against each other and she twined her legs around his to hold him even closer. The spikes on her skirt dug into him through his clothes, but he honestly didn't care much anymore. The sounds of delight that escaped from her throat only fed the fire in his blood.
Eventually, as they rolled onto their sides so he could wrap his arms around her, he left her mouth to trail kisses down her neck, sucking lightly on the spot that made her whimper his name. But not for long, so she didn't end up with a mark of evidence for her father to glower at him for. (Been there, done that, didn't want to die, thank you.) Meanwhile, one of his hands had been sliding down the line of her back so that he could pull her top out from under her belt and sneak underneath so he could feel the satin of her skin against his much rougher fingers.
Astrid's warm little hands were under his tunic too, just as callused as his from years of wielding various weapons, but softer nonetheless. Her blunt nails dug into his back as he moved to the other side of her neck to give it the same treatment. "Gods, Hiccup," she gasped.
"More?" he murmured against her soap and sweat infused skin.
"Yes."
His other hand joined the first at the bottom of her tight fitting green shirt and he pushed it up as he slid down her body and nudged her onto her back again. He smiled at the tight line of her stomach, faintly dented with abdominal muscles, and leaned down to kiss her just above her navel. My strong Valkyrie. Her hands slid around under his tunic to rest on his shoulders as he kissed his way up from there, pushing her shirt up and out of the way as he went.
Soon enough, he encountered the strip of cloth wound around her breasts a few times and then tucked in to keep them contained and less obvious and pushed that up as well, revealing her delightful little hand-sized bounties to his appreciative eyes. "So beautiful."
He used one hand under her to arch her back a little, and the other settled on her right breast as he nuzzled and kissed his way all over her left one. The way her nipple stabbed up into his palm as he kneaded her soft flesh let him know he was doing something right. Her other nipple pointed too as he laved attention to it with his tongue.
He took a moment to ask, "Good?"
One of her hands slid out from under his tunic and grasped his hair to push his face a fraction closer to her chest. "You know it is."
He smiled against her skin, because he did know. She'd shown him not that long ago that his own tiny nipples seemed to like attention from fingers and lips just as much as hers did.
She must have reminded herself of that fact, because the next thing he knew, the hand she still had under his tunic was teasing his nipples in turn.
Hiccup inhaled sharply as sensation rushed straight from his chest to his groin, making him even harder, if that had even been possible.
Not long after that, Astrid looked down at him and tugged him up by his hair so his mouth reluctantly left her breast and he focused on her. "I want to try something new today, if that's okay with you?"
Hiccup's heart stuttered a beat and then thumped harder. "I already said whatever you wish, Astrid. My body is yours."
She smiled at him sweetly. "Just double checking."
Then she had him on his back quicker than a blink and her mouth was attached to his again as her hand trailed down the sensitized skin of his chest slowly but determinedly.
It was about the time when she reached his belt and undid it that it finally clicked in his fuzzy mind what her intended destination was. Holy Thor! Is she actually going to…
Odin's frozen balls, she is! Hiccup gasped into her tongue filled kiss as her hand slid under his trousers and undershorts to boldly grasp his straining erection.
As she carefully slid her hand up and down, exploring and pleasuring him at the same time, she finally pulled back a fraction to whisper against his mouth, "Your sword is quite impressive, babe; so soft yet so hard. Long and thick and as finely crafted as everything you make. It even feels alive in my hand."
Hiccup pried his eyes open to gaze into hers for a moment while he all but twitched and shuddered to death at her touch and words, his length straining up towards his abdomen in new records of achieved arousal. "It certainly has a mind of its own, I can vouch for that."
With their more adventurous and close embraces of the last few months, she couldn't have failed to notice that exact thing, which is why she giggled and touched her forehead to his. "I noticed. And I'm sure you noticed that I didn't mind."
He had.
There was once a time when she'd deliberately kept their hips as far apart as possible while still being close to him. Now she actually ground against him on occasion, sometimes to the point of driving him absolutely insane with pleasure pain as that blasted spiked skirt got in the way.
She rubbed him a little faster, every one of her fingers leaving permanent memories on his skin to recall later as they caressed him just hard enough. He shuddered even more when she rubbed her thumb over his head, spreading the weeping precum around with a curious purr from her throat. "Hmmm. You leak too, I didn't know."
Wait. Too? Does that mean she leaks with arousal as well? Oh gods. Maybe she'll let me find out soon.
Please, Thor, please, let me find out soon.
"Will you release for me, Hiccup?" she said after kissing him again. "I want to see it."
"Of course," he gasped. As if I could stop it now! "Anything M'lady wishes, after all."
She smiled at him, kissed him quickly once more, and then slid down his body. She used her free hand to push his tunic up to his armpits and his trousers and undershorts halfway down his ass so that most of his shaft was visible to the sky.
"Oh, wow," she exclaimed. "I didn't expect it to be so… colourful."
Hiccup tilted his head forwards for a second to see that he was indeed nearing a reddish purple at the tip. Then he thumped his head back against the grass and closed his eyes tight again as he tried not to explode just yet; he wanted to savour this as long as he could. "That's all your doing," he managed through gritted teeth. "I swear I'm in a near permanent state of arousal whenever I watch you train, or am near you, or even better yet, when you're kissing me."
Astrid laughed, her hand still moving steadily up and down with a sweep at his crown ever once in a while. He'd leaked enough pre by now that her way was slick and easy. "I can't say the same, but I always knew that girls had more sense than boys. It's a wonder you ever get anything done."
He cracked his eyes open again to see her smirking at him, the halo of the sun-infused blue sky behind her head making her look like an angel. A wicked angel, but an angel nonetheless. "You get used to it after awhile."
"I guess." She shrugged. "Not that you don't turn me on, babe, don't think that. It's more that I have to let myself get in the mood first. I definitely don't have any bits with a mind of their own."
He gave a strangled laugh. "I think the right answer here is; I should hope not. Otherwise we might have to rethink this whole getting married thing."
She snorted and punched him in the arm.
He was so used to it that it didn't deter the state of his erection at all.
"Are you going to release soon?"
Hiccup sighed. Always eager to get things done as fast and efficiently as possible. So much for drawing this out. "Yeah. Yeah I am. Just, ah, go a little faster and harder. And maybe twist a little at the top."
She shot him a look for the rather specific instructions, but hey, she wanted him to come right away, so he was just helping her along.
Astrid did what he said, though, without comment, and he groaned in pleasure as everything in him tightened in readiness for the explosion to come.
Thirty seconds of sweet bliss later, he moaned out, "Gods! I'm… I'm… Ugggggghhh."
Her hand never left him, and kept stroking helpfully as he shot warm seed up unto his stomach and torso in multiple splatters.
"Oooooooo, wow," Astrid murmured. "So much! I'm impressed again."
Hiccup didn't care that his pride in that was probably a stupid thing. All he cared at the moment was feeling the last tremors of sensation work up and down his spine as he regained the ability to breathe.
Her hand left him, which he both mourned and was grateful for, and he heard the sound of ripping grass. He somehow found the energy to tilt his head up and watched her wipe him clean with bunches of grass and then throw them over the edge of the cliff and into the sea far below. "Thanks," he said as his head thudded back down and he closed his eyes again. The pleasure of orgasm was awe inspiring and so worth it, but he always felt half dead afterwards.
Astrid fixed his pants, belt, and tunic and then turned so she could lie down with her head on him as a pillow, moving his arm so that his hand rested just under her breasts as she did so.
His eyes popped open and he was greeted with the sight of the sky as another thought occurred to him. "Hey. What about you? I can't be the only one having an orgasm in front of the other person for the first time here."
"You're not."
What!?
Her words and soft laugh had him craning his head upwards and to the side. And then his eyes nearly popped out of his head because she had her skirt pushed to the side and her hand buried inside her dark leggings and he could see her fingers moving over the secrets of her female parts.
Holy fuck! This day just keeps getting better and better.
Hiccup quickly propped his head up with his previously sprawled arm to save his neck and watched her with eager eyes, memorizing for future endeavours what he could discern of how she brought herself pleasure.
His tired prick even twitched with renewed enthusiasm at the show.
"You can touch my breasts while I do this," Astrid said, turning her head and smiling at him tentatively, showing she wasn't quite as confident in their new degree of intimacy as she was letting on.
Of course he wanted to touch her, but if it made her feel uncomfortable…
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," she said firmly, grabbing his hand and putting it on her breast. "Trust me, this will make me feel even better."
"Okay," he breathed in awe as he caressed her breasts in turn, kneading the way she liked and circling her nipples until they stood in points again.
She smiled at him gratefully, and then her eyes closed as she concentrated on what she was doing to herself.
He really wished her leggings weren't blocking his view, but he figured she would have pushed them down if she was ready for him to see that, so he didn't say anything. Instead, he split his attention between watching her hand, his hand on her pretty breasts, and the captivating expressions on her face as her breathing slowly changed to short gasps. And then she was biting her lip and her back arched slightly as her entire body tensed for maybe five seconds.
She'd barely made a sound, which he could understand if she was used to pleasuring herself in a house where sound carried easily. (Been there, done that too.)
That's it? he wondered. Female orgasms seem less intense than male ones, that's for sure.
Maybe I'm missing something that I can't see.
Oh well. At least she looks happy.
And she did. Astrid was smiling at him, her eyes heavy lidded, as she removed her hand and fixed her skirt. Then she gently pulled his hand off her breast and wriggled her support cloth and shirt back into place before encouraging him to wrap his arm around her again.
They just smiled at each other rather stupidly and shyly for a while until she finally said, "That was nice."
Uhhhh, understatement?
His smile widened. "It was, wasn't it?"
She laughed softly as their usual ease with each other was restored. "Yes, it really was." Sighing happily, she turned her head and looked up at the clouds. "Totally doing this again tomorrow."
Hiccup's heart jumped with joy. "No argument from me." He tugged the binding off the bottom of her braid so he could run his fingers through her hair absently - one of his favourite things to do – and looked up at the sky too. "Love you, Astrid."
She glanced at him, her expression soft and content. "Love you too, Hiccup."