"Please, Viggo… Please!"
There were tears running down her face as she curled into herself, grasping at the wrappings of her ankle.
Viggo sighed, "I thought you were supposed to be a warrior? Figured you could handle a little pain."
Astrid trembled, tears falling onto the dirt beneath her where she sat on the floor. Neck chained to the same damned collar that held her against the pillar holding the tent. Not that she could go anywhere if she were freed, her ankle was still throbbing in the wrapping, purplish bruises trailing up and down the site of the injury like a disturbing painting. And great Thor, it hurt…
Every few seconds, there was another shooting wave of pain, one that vibrated through her bones and rattled all the way up to her skull.
"I-I can't take it!" She cried. "Please, please do something!"
Viggo stared down at her, eyes ghosting the injury. It did look nasty.
"Fine," He sighed. "I'll see if the healer has any pain relief tonics."
Astrid exhaled a shaky breath, "Th-Thank you…"
Her mouth felt sour at the prospect of thanking him for anything, particularly given the fact that she wouldn't be injured, or here at all if it weren't for the man standing in front of her. But nonetheless, the idea of relief gave her a sense of peace.
Viggo chuckled at her response, shaking his head as he exited the tent. "The things I do…"
oOo
Eyeing the contents that lined the shelves before him, Viggo idly paced as the healer searched.
"Ah, here's a good one."
The elderly man held up a small bottle he retrieved from a nearby chest, "A herbal remedy, suppresses the nervous system."
Viggo approached him, taking the bottle and studying it. "An average dose?"
"A few drops in a mugful should do the trick."
Viggo hummed, eyes falling back to the contents of the shelves he'd been surveying.
"Anything else I can assist you with?" The healer asked.
He hesitated, before continuing. "As a matter of fact, I was curious if you carried any hallucinogens?"
For a moment, the healer was silent. "Can I ask what for?"
"No." Viggo replied simply.
"Um… well, let me see what I can find."
The healer surveyed the shelves, shuffling through an array of tonics and containers, eventually grabbing a small bottle coated in dust.
"I'm… not too keen on the effects of this." The man admitted, hesitantly handing it to Viggo.
"What do you know of?"
"From what I recall, powerful hallucinations, loss of coordination, extreme distortions-"
"Exactly what I was looking for." Viggo cut him off. "Thank you for the assistance."
With that, he left the healer's tent, walking out into the fading light of the evening.
oOo
Astrid nearly jumped out of her skin when he returned, face contorted in anticipation, wishing above all else for the pain she was feeling to subside.
"You're in luck, my dear." Viggo smiled as he passed her, making his way to the table assorted with cups and pitchers of drinks.
The girl breathed shakily, keeping her mouth shut as to not provoke him, the fear that he'd leave her in agony overtaking her pride.
"I have just what you need." He went on, working on the preparations. "What we both need."
Astrid's eyes turned foggy as she saw him pour a cup of the same mead she'd consumed days prior, before dropping liquid from each of the small bottles he possessed in the tankard along with it.
He approached her then, kneeling down to her level and bringing the cup to her lips.
She hesitated, staring at the dark liquid.
"It's the price you pay, my dear." He spoke softly, his face expressionless.
Astrid bit her lip as another wave of pain crashed through her body from the site of her injury. At this point, the disturbing nature of how aroused she was sure to get paled in comparison to continuing to feel what she was. It was an agony she couldn't take, no matter how shameful she felt admitting it.
She put her lips to the cup, allowing him to gently let the sweet liquid fill her mouth. Forcing herself to drink every last drop, she caught her breath when the tankard was empty, seeing a very amused Viggo as he pulled it away from her face.
He smiled, "Good girl…"
She glared at him as he left her there, chained to the wood and enduring the last few minutes of agony she was to experience. It only took moments for her to begin to lose focus, unable to follow the man to wherever he walked away to. The minutes passed slowly, and her senses began to dull, the fierce pain in her ankle finally subsiding, it almost made her smile. Leaning her head back against the wood so as to not choke herself, her vision grew hazy, before darkness took over, and she slipped into unconsciousness.
All the while, Viggo watched her like a hawk, enthralled by the effects that were surely to take her over. As he waited, he poured his own cup of the mead, not nearly as full as hers had been, but enough to keep him going for a long while. When she'd stilled entirely, he set the course of action in motion; unsure of how long the drugs in her system would last, and insisting on making the very most of it that he could.
He undid her metal bindings, pulling her away from the pillar as her body slumped forward in his grasp. Picking her up with ease, he brought her over to the bed, gently resting her on her back, situating her body so she'd be comfortable.
Her comfort was necessary, if his twisted idea panned out the way he envisioned. He sat beside her limp form.
Waiting for a short while to let the drugs run their full course, he allowed himself to study her naked body, laid out peacefully in front of him on a silver platter. While he'd already mapped virtually every inch of her skin, he still found her mesmerizingly gorgeous. Her pale face began to flush a little, along with her neck and chest, nipples pebbling on each of her breasts. His eyes fell to her hips, her long legs somewhat pressed together, shielding his view of her groin. He pulled on her knee to unveil her sex, and he could already see her juices beginning to glisten and trail down her slit in slimy droplets. Clearly, the mead was taking its effect on her body, conscious or not.
Oh, he wanted to touch her. Take her still form right then and there, it would be unbelievably easy, and the thought of her unconscious body feeling the pleasurable effects of him was enough to drive the hunter completely wild.
But no, he had something far sweeter in mind. Now, to see if it would work.
He gently rested a hand on her shoulder, giving her form a shake.
"Astrid… Astrid, wake up…"
It certainly took some time, but eventually, he watched her face tense. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, entirely void of their natural blue, her pupils so dilated he saw nothing but black. It was almost frightening.
"Are you feeling okay?" He questioned, running a hand along the side of her face. "You fell asleep."
She hummed, her features lazily twisting in what appeared to be discomfort, but Thor knows what sensations were running rampant through her body at that point.
"Who…" She managed, words slurring as she blinked at him. "Who… are you?"
He was silent for a moment, before giving a slight chuckle. "Astrid, don't you see? It's me, Hiccup."
Her face stilled at the name, she squinted. "Hic… Hiccup?"
He chuckled again, ghosting a thumb over her cheekbone. "Yes, it's me. Are you feeling oka-?"
Viggo gasped as she moved all too suddenly, her body rearing off the bed as she threw her arms around him, burying her face in his chest as he felt her begin to sob.
"H-Hiccup!" She cried, a wide grin crossing her face. A macabre expression, with the tears that were soon to follow.
He rested his hands on her back, satisfaction filling his senses.
It had worked.
"What's the matter?" He questioned, rubbing her skin soothingly.
"Oh Hiccup!" She sobbed against him, her speech still somewhat slurred through the drugged haze. "I had... nightmare… Terrible nightmare..."
"It's okay, Astrid." He pulled away from her, brushing hair from her face. "I'm here now…"
Her black eyes ghosted over his face, mouth slightly agape as she breathed. Viggo smiled, unable to hold back any longer. He leaned in, pressing his lips against hers. What happened next made a grim excitement pool in his groin.
She kissed him back.
Turns out, Astrid was an excellent kisser. She wasted no time, gently grabbing the side of his face to pull him closer, her tongue sliding across his lips. He could taste the familiar mead as their tongues intertwined, she even made a clumsy attempt to situate herself on his lap, his large hands supporting her so she wouldn't take a tumble off the bed. Though, she was far too engrossed in the kiss to notice.
Viggo couldn't help but relish in the mental picture of Hiccup doing this to her, knowing that the girl believed she was kissing her betrothed, it meant that he had a morbid glimpse into the most private aspects of that boy's life. Something no one else would get to see, surely something no one else would get to experience. And yet, here he was. It was similar to the high you get when doing something nefarious, like snooping around someone's secret belongings, or spying on a sneaky couple making love in a forest. The only difference, Viggo got to experience it first hand...
And so far, he was loving it.
By then, the mead had certainly began taking effect on him. Her naked body pressing against his groin made his erection twitch almost painfully, knowing what was about to come would satisfy more than just his bodily urges.
Until, she stopped.
Pulling abruptly away from him, he feared that she'd realized what was truly happening. She blinked a few times, her dark eyes turning down to look at herself.
"Wh… whyyy am I naked..?"
Apparently not.
Viggo chuckled, "Oh, Astrid, we were about to… you know. And you fell asleep."
"We…" She slurred. "We were about… about to…"
Then, all at once, her mind must have registered the arousal coursing through her veins. Her upper-body flushed an even deeper red, and a mischievous smile crossed her face.
Viggo gasped as she suddenly pushed him down against the bed, pinning her hands to his chest as she leaned seductively over him. Apparently, her ankle was feeling far better, not even flinching as she steadied herself.
Leaning closer, she whispered in his ear, "Then why are you still dressed?"
At that, he fought hard to refrain from laughing in amusement. The girl before him had been under his thumb since the moment she'd arrived, he didn't really stop to think about how likely it was that Astrid was the dominating type in bed. But given her drive, and fiery capabilities as a warrior, it made perfect sense.
Besides, there's no way Hiccup wasn't submissive. Especially to her.
Nevertheless, he was enraptured with her leaning in and kissing him again, taking control right out of his hands as if he'd offered it as a gift. Which… he supposed he had.
He wanted to see what she was capable of. And she was not about to disappoint.
Before he could even reach for his clothing, she pressed her body down on him, leaning forward until her breasts were in his face. She shook them playfully as she giggled, her stiff nipples grazing the stubble lining his jaw. It was almost too much to handle, as he felt his cock twitch almost painfully beneath the confines of his clothing. Painstakingly, he managed to push her off of him long enough to shimmy free of the articles he was wearing, watching her sultry gaze follow him with each move.
Finally, he was entirely naked, and she wasted no time at all. Pushing him until he was laying on his back and settling herself down between his legs, her slow hands ran over his thighs as her wide-eyed gaze caught his erect penis, so engorged it was standing upright on its own, despite the weight it held.
He moaned as she caught it with her warm hand, running her fingers over his shaft as if she were studying it, probably trying to work out how it had gotten so much larger that she had previously seen of her boyfriend. No matter. It only took another moment before she began steadily pumping, sending waves of pleasure through his body that were so intense his head went limp, and he allowed it to rest gently against the furs. Eyes rolling back as he felt a hot tongue trail up the underside of his cock, stopping to flick playfully at the tip before engulfing it in her mouth. Sloppy wet suckling noises filling the still air of the tent.
She couldn't take him very deep, gagging before it even hit the back of her throat. Although, he had expected that. Despite what she'd done with Hiccup, it was easy to tell that she was significantly inexperienced. Nevertheless, Viggo relished in every moment her tongue worked his prick, noticing how much better it felt than when he'd taken her mouth previously. The device that had pried her teen open before was just a precaution for biting, but he knew she would never bite Hiccup, which meant she could now apply suction to her efforts.
And Thor, did she.
She tugged his shaft with her lips as she drew herself upwards until just the head was in her mouth, she suckled graciously, precum spilling all over her hot tongue as she worked. Then, much to Viggo's surprise, she replaced her mouth with her hand, pumping to continue her pleasuring. He was about to voice his dismay at losing her mouth, until he felt it elsewhere, tonguing his heavy balls as she kept working his cock with her hand.
It was a wonder he'd managed to hold out for so long, every swipe of her tongue and stroke of her hand brought him unfathomably close to the edge of orgasm, but one for a challenge, he forced himself away. Wishing to make use of her mouth for as long as he possibly could, knowing he may never get the chance again.
So lost in the pleasure she was providing, Viggo failed to notice exactly when Astrid had switched positions. Her hand never leaving his cock, she'd flipped herself entirely over his body, situating herself until her rear was positioned over his chest, her legs on either side of his head. Though he was surprised by this at first, one glance from her dark eyes into his and a brief shake of her ass led him to catch on rather quickly.
He smiled, letting out a moan as she took his cock into her mouth again, his shaky hand trailed up her thigh until he caught a handful of her asscheek, still somewhat bruised from her whipping days prior.
Then... he spanked her.
Her body jolted so hard he felt his cock forcefully hit the back of her throat, her wanton moan silenced by a sudden gag.
Unable to help himself, he spanked her again. And again, and again, and again…
It slowly dawned on Viggo that, the more he spanked, the faster her mouth pumped up and down on his cock. He continued slapping, free hand grasping her thigh in an attempt to keep her still, her back arching with each hard slap across her cheeks. He began wondering how she was able to focus on her task while he was inflicting so much pain, though, it was more likely that the drugs had dulled all of her senses. Hell, she may not even feel pain at this point.
All the more reason to hit her harder.
Her toned buttocks quickly turned red with his efforts, overcasting the bruises that already ran deep, her plush cheeks rippling enticingly with each slap.
He could feel the vibrations of her moans run down his throbbing cock, his balls tightening as he nearly whined, knowing he was too close to the edge to hold back again.
And so he let lose, clawing at the furs as he pumped her mouth full of his seed. Feeling her throat contract repeatedly around the head of his cock as she graciously swallowed every drop.
Viggo relaxed on the bed, sighing as he attempted to catch his breath, the last of the euphoria dwindling in his veins after his first orgasm of the night. Knowing that the mead would keep him going…
Speaking of-
He hadn't been the only one to drink the aphrodisiac, and he strained his fatigued neck to look upwards, where her sex still hovered enticingly over his chest. Her spread legs meant he got a fantastic view of her slit, and apparently, her lust for spanking had done quite the number on her as well.
Her juices now coated her swollen folds, the slick fluid running from her tight entrance in droplets, a gush of it dripping free from her mound and dribbling onto his chest.
No reason to keep her waiting.
He grabbed her body and rolled them over, her mouth, which had remained fixed around his softening prick, popped free as she giggled.
"Nooo fair!" She laughed as he pinned her on her back, her breasts jiggling as she wriggled to get free of his grasp.
Viggo didn't say a word, only focusing on running his hands down her body, until he'd laid himself down between her legs, situating each one on his shoulders.
"Wha… what are you doooing..?" Astrid slurred, attempting to prop herself on her elbows to look down at him.
Still remaining silent, Viggo gave her a mischievous smile, before all but attacking her pussy with his tongue. Her moans that followed could hardly be classified as moans, screams was more like it.
"HIC- ohhh! H-Hiccuuuup!" She whined, her legs kicking haphazardly as he lapped at her clit.
Wanting to tease her as long as possible, Viggo pulled away, taking the moment to spread open her folds with his thumbs. Her clitoris was engorged, and her slick entrance was pulsating open and closed with her internal spasms. She was certainly a sight to behold.
Until she surprised him by grabbing handfuls of his hair, pulling his mouth back to her sex.
Domineering, Viggo reminded himself as he continued licking.
It was hard to determine exactly when she had climaxed, or even if she had climaxed multiple times as he lapped and sucked at her clit and hole. But after a lengthy time had passed, her legs limpened over his shoulders, her chest heaving with breath.
"You…" She breathed, eyes fluttering. "You win…"
Viggo chuckled, pushing her legs off of him and kneeling above her.
"But we've only just started." He reminded her.
Truth be told, he was worried she'd slip back into unconsciousness before they had a chance to enjoy the main event. He needed to keep her aware…
Resorting back to when he knew she liked, he flipped her over again, her frontside pressed against the furs until her rear was presented to him. She hummed, her eyes closing peacefully.
"Stay awake, now." Viggo commanded in a polite tone, slapping her rear a few times. A small smile formed on her lips as he did so, little moans escaping her mouth as he spanked.
Though she was clearly enjoying it, it wasn't exactly working.
Viggo caught two handfuls of her buttocks as he gave her a break, squeezing the cheeks and spreading them slightly, catching sight of the other tantalizing hole she possessed…
He wasn't exactly sure what brought him to the idea, let alone the abrupt execution of it. He'd certainly never done it before, or even had the desire. But in that moment, he simply wanted to.
The hunter leaned himself downward, her plump asscheeks pressing against either side of his face as his tongue swiped across her puckered asshole.
Astrid's eyes shot open, a startled gasp tearing from her throat at the surprise sensation. She blinked, mouth agape as she felt him continue to tongue her, his hands like a vice on her asscheeks as he spread her almost painfully open.
The wet, hot muscle wriggled haphazardly against her snug hole. He figured she must've found the sensation ticklish, as soon after, her gasps of surprise turned to breathless giggles. Her back arched, burying his face even deeper into her ass, giving one of her cheeks a slap as he licked harder and harder. He could feel the tight muscles flex beneath his tongue, her hole beginning to pulsate just as her pussy had previously. He briefly pulled away, keeping her spread and watching as her asshole winked curiously at him. He spat at it, watching his saliva trail down her slit and mix with her juices.
A smile tweaked at his face as he suddenly shoved two fingers into her pussy, drawing another moan from the girl. His tongue went back to her ass, managing to wriggle partway inside the unbelievably tight hole.
Astrid's dark eyes rolled back in her skull as she clumsily clawed at the furs, she must've been completely dumbstruck by what was happening to her. If she could even register it at all through the pleasure…
Viggo roughly fingered her as he shoved his tongue deeper, feeling her insides spasm around him. Though it was a challenge, he managed to find her clit with his free hand, rubbing it quickly and drawing a scream from the girl beneath him.
The triple sensation was far too much for her to take, another powerful orgasm wracking her body. Viggo didn't remove his tongue or fingers until she'd stopped shaking beneath him, her body going limp as he sat upright, staring down at her in grim fascination.
She had a goofy smile on her lips, straining her neck to look back at him. Though she tried mumbling something, Viggo couldn't make it out, far too concerned with continuing with his mission to care too greatly.
He picked her up again, facing her rightway on the bed and resting her head against one of the pillows. Her legs somewhat parted, he managed to work his body between them, situating himself on top of her until his cock, which had returned to an erect state, was probing at her wet underside.
It was then that he felt a gentle hand grasp at his arm, and he looked down at the girl beneath him, meeting her black eyes as she looked up at him in question.
"Hic… Hiccup?" Her words were so mumbled, they were nearly incomprehensible. "Thought… wa… waiting… wedding…"
He ran his thumb along her jaw, "What was that?"
"That..." She managed, glancing down to where his cock pressed against her underside. "W-Wedding night… Thought we… wait for wedding night…"
Viggo was suddenly drawn from the aroused state that had entranced him, his eyes widening in realization.
They were waiting for the wedding night…
She had told him the truth.
She had been a virgin!
Though the realization took him by surprise, it did little to dissuade his lust. He'd taken her maidenhood, Hiccup hadn't… It all but added to the sadistic pleasure he took in stealing what Hiccup treasured most. So much so, it almost scared him...
Almost.
Viggo stifled a laugh, fingers brushing the messy blonde hair from her sweaty face. Continuing with the charade, "Oh Astrid… how silly of you. It is our wedding night."
She was silent for a short while, her face unreadable. "It… it is?"
He couldn't contain his laughter then, chuckling as he smiled at her. "Of course it is, that's why we're doing this."
"O-Oh…" She blinked, staring off into space for a few moments. Before her face lit up. "Oh!"
She caught the back of his neck, pulling him down and subjecting him to another deep kiss. He welcomed it, finding her efforts completely adorable as she released him.
She bit her lip, "Then… what are you waiting for?" She asked breathily, relaxing back on the pillow and spreading her legs even wider. "Fuck me."
Viggo didn't waste a moment, encouraged by her dirty commands, he slid easily inside of her. Her wetness soaking all around him as he watched her lose her virginity for the second time.
At least, in her head.
Only this time, the position allowed him to observe her face, and he relished in the way her features twisted in surprise. As if she were truly experiencing the sensation for the first time.
"Are you alright?" He asked through labored breaths, assuming it was something Hiccup would ask. After all, that boy was a gentleman.
She blinked a few times, shifting her hips to get a feel for the sensation. "Thought… thought it would… hurt…"
Yes, it was likely true that her body had since adjusted to him. Even though they'd only spent a few days together, he'd managed to break her in nicely. It made him smile.
Without another word, he began slowly thrusting into her, watching as her face relaxed, eyes closing in what could only be pleasure at what he was doing to her body. He could feel her insides tighten around him, her channel pulsating curiously, the mead and drugs forcing her to like it even if she refused. But, why would she?
After all, it was her wedding night.
Viggo ignored the way Hiccup's name fell from her lips, instead choosing to focus on hitting that little spot in her he'd come to memorize. Feeling her jolt and gasp as he prodded, a wave of her juices squeezing out around him and trailing down his balls.
She even started to giggle, "Tha- haha! Thaaaat feels funny…"
He continued like this until her laughs turned into full-on moans, pleasure spiking through him as she started to move her hips upwards to meet his thrusts, seeking more friction and barely finding enough. At some point, she must've grown impatient, because she somehow managed enough strength to push him off her.
For a brief moment Viggo was about to scold her for her action, until she jumped atop him, hovering above his erect cock and prodding it against her underside until it slipped back in. Both parties took a moment to moan in rapture as her hips slammed against his skin, and she eagerly started bouncing up and down, steadying herself with her hands on his chest.
He grabbed at her hips, pulling her down each time their skin met in an attempt to hit her even deeper, which was nearly impossible at this point. The increased friction must've given Astrid what she desired, as her mouth stayed steadily agape with her cries of pleasure, and Viggo swore he could see her drooling.
She began moving so fast she was practically vibrating on top of him, her breasts bouncing rapidly with her movements, hair falling around her body in waves. It was a divine sight…
But it was hardly as divine as the feeling of her pussy clamping around his cock, a choked scream caught in her throat as she came suddenly and violently. Viggo felt something twinge inside her, and it was far enough to trigger his own climax, spurting seed deep inside her hot, trembling body.
And just like that, it was over.
She limped on top of him, nestling her head on his chest and tucking her arms tightly around his body. Though Viggo couldn't see her face, he could practically hear her smile as she mumbled.
"My… mine…" She slurred, lazily kissing his chest. "Lo… love you… husband… mine..."
Viggo could hardly tell if her words were intentional, or simply the drugs overriding her fried brain. It was an eerie thought, but easy to push aside as she relaxed entirely, falling into a deep, deep sleep on top of him. Leaving him to dissect the events that had just transpired.
Husband…
He thought through her slurred words carefully, wrapping his arms around her still form, and came to an epiphany.
His future…
She was Hiccup's future.
That's why… why he would fight wars. Why that boy would risk the lives of every rider and civilian of Berk to protect the girl before him. All of his efforts, through the Buffalord, the Shellfire, the Dragon Eye… it had all been to protect her. He'd been right in his suspicions all along...
Because, what was his future without her?
Then, Viggo allowed himself to laugh. Fully, heartily laugh. Void of remorse or consideration, he pushed the girl off of him.
He knew now… he knew.
To destroy Hiccup, he would have to destroy his future… He'd have to destroy Astrid…
As his mind began churning with a slew of sadistic ideas, they came to him muddily, no doubt hindered by the man's arousal. Indeed, his erection had returned, likely to remain until he continued to sate his own desires.
Glancing to where the girl lay next to him, she was now on her frontside. Face peacefully resting against the furs as she slept.
He got to his knees, parting her legs and situating himself on top of her, spreading her asscheeks and finding the tight, puckered hole he'd subjected to a hard tonguing. Using only the lubrication that still remained on his cock, he forced himself inside, moaning as the satisfaction flooded his veins. The girl beneath him had no reaction, entirely sedated and left to bear all for his pleasuring. Smiling as he took her ass, one thought nagged at his brain.
He would need more rope...
