Mature Themes Ahead

Iris undid her braid and flopped in her and Dagur's bed with a groan. She closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of their mattress. They had been gone for three days total and she missed their home during those three days. The Edge was nice but it felt chaotic.

After she proved herself to Stoick, who had been testing to see how serious she was, they spent the rest of the day and the whole next day talking and discussing. He and Dagur hashed out a trade agreement between the two tribes with Stoick giving them much needed relief supplies. An early wedding gift he claimed. Iris wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth and kicked Dagur in the shin when he tried to argue. At least Stoick pretended not to notice.

Hiccup agreed to help encourage more dragons to visit and stay on Berserk. He didn't seem too happy about it until Iris started talking about housing and teaching Berserkers how to ride the dragons as well as treating them as partners in work. She had talked about the Terror rookery and its purpose which caused Hiccup to start talking about how to improve her dragon housing ideas.

Their last night the other Riders finally showed up. Hiccup apparently sent the more rowdy ones out on a mission, without their dragons, to keep them from causing trouble. The pitiful stares both Snotlout and Tuffnut gave her made her want to slap them. Dagur just glared at them instead which made them stay out of his, and her, line of sight. Ruffnut just laughed and congratulated them while making terrible jokes.

Heather opted to stay behind when they left. The looks she kept sending Fishlegs made Iris want to snicker but she didn't. It was cute seeing the two of them just look at each other instead of approaching one another outside of friendship. She wished them the best, which made both blush while Dagur just looked at her confused.

The flight home was more fun than the flight there. Enigma and Jager were full of energy. They kept weaving through sea stacks, shooting blasts of fire into the air, and bobbing through the air. It made Iris laugh and challenge Dagur to a race. Neither one as both dragons got distracted when they got closer to Berserk.

Everyone was happy to have them back. Dagur warned the port master that a Berk ship would be docking in a few days, a week at most. This perked everyone up even more. The excitement in the air was almost mailable.

"Can we stay home for the rest of the day?" Iris asked. "I don't want to move."

"I think we earned a break," Dagur said. She felt him kiss her forehead and cracked her eyes open to look up at him. "You were amazing. Did I tell you that?"

"Every chance you got," she teased. "I didn't do anything special. Just made some logical points."

"Your idea of mending things with the Icers was more than logical, it was brilliant. Don't forget your idea of using Enigma's scales as a bargaining chip. If they bite we'll be the only ones to supply them with her scales."

"I think we can do even better." He frowned at her. "There have to be people there who want to be recognized as warriors. Given their record of not appreciating warriors, who would be the next best that does appreciate their warriors in the highest regard?"

"Us." She hummed. "What if that makes them mad with us instead?"

"Easy. We can send some of our own people there to learn the craftsman way. Don't forget I'm teaching the women of Berserk one of my family's wool crafting secrets. It can help solve the marriage issues as well as expand the knowledge our people get. If the people on either side who came to opposite tribes don't like it there, they are free to go home."

"Too smart." He pulled her up to her feet and wrapped his arms around her. "I want to marry you right this second."

"Let's deal with these two tribes first. Even Stoick agrees." Dagur groaned and dropped his head to rest his forehead against hers. "I'm anxious too. But we have to be reasonable. If we get both tribes on our side, we have three allies and a group of dragon rider allies. We can invite their allies to our wedding and make connections to give us an edge on becoming allies or at least trading partners." She lifted her chin to place a soft kiss on his lips. "I know you want to go find out what happened to your dad as well."

"Not until after we're married." He tightened his arms. "I won't let anyone try to snatch you away while I'm gone."

One thing that had been broughten up, with Hiccup and Heather in attendance, was the clues Dagur had about he and Heather's missing father. Heather had been trying to investigate the clues Dagur had found but had no luck. The only option was to travel to an island far to the north he had been heading to. Dagur refused to go until she and he were married though. Hiccup surprisingly agreed and offered the Riders help especially since it was an island no one knew about until recently.

"And I'll be waiting impatiently for your return."

He didn't say anything. His lips pressed against hers hungerly, demanding her response. Her arms wrapped around his neck to pull herself closer to him as she opened her mouth to his demand. Without wasting a second he plunged his tongue in her mouth.

Her body tingled at his deep kiss. It made her feel warm like she was surrounded by the sun. A whimper escaped her that he answered with a growl. That sent a shiver down her spine.

She felt his hands slide under her shirt and vest to touch her bare skin. The feel of his rough hands made her shiver again. It was a stark contrast to the soft shirt she wore and she wanted to feel more.

Without breaking their kiss she wiggled her hands between them to undo her leather vest. Flicking a few hooks and it was lose. Dagur moved his hands, much to her disappointment, to slide her vest off. His hands came back and traveled further up her shirt.

His hand made its way to her breast from under the shirt. He slipped her breast band up to cup her bare skin. She shuddered at his touch, giving a soft moan. He answered with a soft squeeze on her breast. This made her gasp, breaking the heavy kiss. Her breathing was heavy like she had just sprinted across the island.

Dagur stared down at her, his eyes hungry. She knew what he wanted without even saying it and her body wanted to respond. Was she ready though? It felt like everything was moving too fast. It felt so right though.

Keeping her gaze locked with Dagur's she lifted up her shirt and pulled it off. Her breast band followed. The look in his eyes felt like they would burn her when her hands settled on her belt. Slowly she pulled it off, licking her lips anxiously.

"Damned the consequences," Iris said quietly.

Those three words snapped Dagur into action. He grabbed her and tossed her onto the bed only to quickly follow her. He kissed her, another deep breath stealing kiss, before leaning back to take off his chest armor. It thudded onto the floor leaving a well muscled and scarred chest for her to admire.

Iris sat up to wrap her arms around his neck and kissed him. The feeling of her bare skin against his added to the fire that was burning inside her already. Her nervousness and fear were dashed away when he ran his hands over her bare skin.

His hands slid down to the edge of her pants. They moved forward to untie the straps that kept them on her hips and slid them down. She shivered as he slowly pushed them off her butt down to her knees. There she took over, fidgeting to kick them off. He pushed her back onto the bed, breathing heavy as he broke their kiss and gazed down at her.

"Are you sure?" he asked hoarsely. If she said no she thought he would die.

"Yes," she whispered. "I want you. My one and only."

Whatever self control he had left snapped. He grasped one of her breasts with one hand while capturing the other with his mouth. She couldn't help but cry out as his assault sent electricity through her body. While it wasn't exactly new, his rougher treatment of her made her sense tingle. Especially when he scraped his teeth across her perked nipple. A jolt ran from the nipple straight to the pit of her stomach where an ache began.

Her hands fisted in his short hair as he switched sides. His fingers kneaded her soft breast as his teeth pressed around the sensitive nipple. She whimpered, breathing heavily as she tried to process these new sensations. There wasn't time though. He released her breasts to slide up and kiss her senseless again.

His hand slide down her body as he kissed her until it came to her loincloth. He pushed the thin fabric down before running the tips of his fingers along her lower lips. Her hips bucked on their own much to her embarrassment. This was something she had read about in plenty of raunchy romance novels but it didn't help here and now. It wasn't something happening in the pages of a book, it was happening in real life.

Iris wasn't stupid. She knew how children were made, what sex was, the different parts of her and Dagur's body from her school work. Thanks to her books she knew about the intimate act of sex outside of the straight cold cut science explanation. To experience it first hand was a whole other thing though.

Before she could react, she felt one of his fingers enter her. She gasped. Her body eagerly accepted him and offered little resistance. She felt him groan into her mouth. At least he was also affected by the whole thing too. His hand moved, bringing his finger out before sliding it back in. She pulled back to break their kiss and gasped again.

"Breath," he grunted, pressing his face against her neck as he kept moving his hand. His beard scratched at her skin. "This will help so it doesn't hurt later."

"Okay," she whimpered. "Oh."

He slide another finger inside along with the first and continued moving. It felt tighter at first but as he moved she felt her body relax. Her hips bucked again. She didn't want his hand. She wanted something else.

"Dagur," she gasped. He froze. "I want you. I'm ready."

He didn't move for a second. Was she too straightforward? Did that disgust him? Nervousness started creeping into her mind until he sat up away from her. His whole face was flush and eager as he undid his belt to take off his armor and trousers. Her eyes widened and her mouth felt dry once he had them off.

Erect and ready. She felt intimated by the sight of his manhood. He didn't give her long to dwell on it though. Without a second thought he slipped off her loincloth and crawled back onto their bed. His gaze never left hers as he settled himself between her legs.

He won't hurt me. She knew it would hurt at first, it was something her body wasn't experienced with, but she knew he wouldn't hurt her on purpose. She lifted her arms to wrap them around Dagur's neck, keeping her gaze on his.

It hurt as he entered her. Tears sprang to her eyes at the burning feeling of her body stretching. He looked panicked, almost ready to withdraw, but she shook her head wordlessly. She shifted her hips, gasping as her own movement helped ease him in further. He groaned but continued.

Finally they were connected. Iris breathed heavily as her body adjusted to him being inside her and Dagur didn't seem to dare to move. It hurt but felt amazing. The ache in her lower belly began to throb. She wanted him to move, felt like she needed him to.

As if reading her mind he began to move his hips. The room was silent except for her moans and gasps, his grunts, the creak of their bed, and the sound of their skin connecting. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist, and whimpered at the new sensation it gave her. Dagur groaned, burying his face against her neck as he continued.

The throb deepened. It felt like a fire was being started in her body and every move Dagur made made it flare up to burn even hotter. She shifted her body, rising her hips to meet his to try and relieve the feeling. He groaned as she moved with him.

Suddenly it felt like something broke inside her. Iris cried out, holding Dagur tightly as her body trembled and bucked. He wrapped his arms tightly around her as he growled. His own body strained against hers unmoving but she could feel him pulsing inside her as her own body flexed.

With a groan he flopped onto his back. Since he was holding her so tightly she was lifted off the bed and laid on his body. She whimpered as the feeling slowly faded.

"Thank you," Dagur said suddenly. Iris looked at him, his face damp with sweat. Even his hair was more spikey than usual. "Now I can die a happy man."

"You better not," Iris said. She brushed her sweat dampened hair from her face. "You need to stay here and be a good husband and chief and-" She hesitated.

"And what?"

"Well. A good dad. In the future." He grinned at her, pulling her down for a quick kiss.

"Then we better keep working on that."

"What do you-Oh!"

Dagur grinned dangerously at her as his manhood grew erect again, this time still inside her. Iris blushed. That didn't stop him though. With a growl he rolled her over, covering her in kisses as his rolled his hips. It was time for round two.