"Sure thing, Sven. I'll consult with the traders next time they dock. I am sure we can find someone to get you new grasses for your herd to feed on," Hiccup assures Sven. Sven nods, thanks Hiccup, and turns to return to his pastures.
Glancing over his cluttered desk, Hiccup huffs anxiously. Stepping over to the window, a quick glance at the sun and a growling stomach offer a welcome opportunity for the planned brunch – a break from busy work, but also the task of hosting the morning.
The great hall is jostling with bodies; much of the village has turned up for an arbitrary communal feast. Hiccup stands beside the massive doors, scanning over the clusters of friends, family, and cliques scattered around the hall.
Walking into the masses, Hiccup returns offhand greetings and dodges additional busy-work from needy village members. He catches eyes with Fishleg's standing with Heather and cringing at a berserk round of laughter from Dagur spouting off a round of jokes.
Hiccup rolls his eyes as he catches view of Snotlout's back shading from a corner, clearly already helping himself to a leg of turkey ahead of schedule. Quickly snatching at a nearby aesthetic display of grain, Hiccup flicks a seed at him hard enough to catch his attention by pecking it off the back of his vest. Snotlout turns mid-chew and sees Hiccup scorning him. A toothy grin and slothful shrug submit a minor consideration of Hiccup's disapproval as he scrounges down another helping of meat.
A more satiated eye-roll follows as he notices the Twins in a staring contest beside one of the pillars along the great table at the head of the hall. Their heads pressed together with eye straining pressure as they poke and prod and slap one another in their coercive attempts to win the whimsical contest. Much of their antics sound over the respectable murmur of the hall's congregation in irregular wails following the numerous slapdash hits on one another.
As Hiccup walks up the stone steps to the great table, he furrows his brow at Astrid's curious absence.
His attention returns to the twins momentarily, "I don't suppose the two of you would consider lowering your voices at the least? There is a hall full of people trying to have their own conversations, y'know."
Ruffnut howls as Tuffnut stops on her foot, then refuses Hiccup's reasonable ask with her explanation of the story. "No can do, Haddock. Tuffnut here had the audacity to accuse me of stealing Macey 2 after he forgot it under his own pillow, then stole my straw-woman statue in retaliation for the supposed transgression!" Ruff points at Tuff in a firm and accusatory manner, prompting Tuff to hook one of the horns of his helmet under hers and flicks it off her head.
Hiccup raises a hand to object, but the two quickly descend into a new route of ranting and swiping, prompting Hiccup to merely sigh and walk away with a forlorn shake of his head.
A long white tablecloth covers the full length of the great table, including over the pair of L shaped protrusions extending toward the backside of the stage around the center seat. Adorned with red and yellow-gold decorative frills at the end of the curtained sides of the table, the cloth does well to cover the main chamber from an awkward view of the patrons' waists while dining. Unusually, the cloth is shifted slightly such that the frills facing the main hall brush against the stone lip of the stage.
While the odd placement of the cloth is a bit strange and gauche, Hiccup finds an odd wrinkle in the covering near his seat more irksome – and more easily fixed. He casually walks over and give the fabric a tug before glancing over the room once more while standing beside his seat.
Hiccup barely has a moment enough to scan a third of the room before a pair of hands protrude from under the table and snap up to his hip.
Surprised, Hiccup quickly motions to swat away the hands. But, just as reflexively, the thin and familiar fingers match with his memory and he instead transitions to a confused, emphasized, "Astrid, what are you doing?"
Astrid presses past Hiccup's asthenic dissuasions with hasty fingers. "Shhh!" Astrid insists, "No one knows I am here… least I don't think anyone does!"
Hiccup sways his head back and forth, "So what? Why're y-"
Astrid's hand gropes his crotch deliberately as the other tugs on the lip of his pants, drawing him closer to the table.
"Astrid," Hiccup huffs, again attempting to swat away her advances, "Stop. Stop, Woman! I have to-"
"Yes, yes I know. Now you shut up, then stop shutting up and get on with announcing the feast!" Astrid strains in a hushed, hurried voice. Hiccup feels another tug on his pants and feels the tension around his waist weaken as Astrid succeeds in unbuttoning his fly. Before Hiccup can further dispute, or even assist, Astrid gives a firm tug on his pants, pulling them down just far enough for easier access to his contradicting growth.
Hiccup moues with some restraint, concerned over being seen. He rapidly drops himself into the chair without another word. Fluffing up the tablecloth around his lap, then adjusting some of the candelabras on the adjacent tables cocooning their central seats on the stage to shelter Astrid's daring moves from the others soon to occupy the great table with him.
"Ast-" Hiccup starts under his breath.
She responds with a dogged thump to his thigh, "Yes, or no?"
Hiccup looks down at her nervously, then up at the incognizant crowd. Astrid's hands rub down his inner thigh, prompting his attention to drop back to the woman between his legs. She dips her head between his legs and grates her teeth over the cloth covering his spongey mass. Hiccup's legs flex and extend under the table, lightly brushing his feet against the crowd-end of the table covering.
"Ahmmmm ammmah," Hiccup restrains a groan.
Astrid's tongue soaks a spot of saliva into the fabric. Hiccup's lip twitches and his eyes jostle.
Furrowing his brow from left to right, his toes roll a curl before tipping his head down to look at her in a manner that, to the happening viewer, isn't more than noticing a stain on his pant leg. "Okay," Hiccup chokes out, almost laughing with it, "Okay you got me, I'm in." he pauses, "Just, y'know… take it easy. I don't want an aw-"
Astrid supersedes his – totally reasonable – conditions by whipping his shaft out through the remaining fabric. Not a moment is wasted as Astrid seats her lips around his mushrooming head and flicks her tongue against the underside of his shaft.
Hiccup's throat rumbles and his eye coordination suffers as his mind sinks into Astrid's warm offerings. A minute passes without external interference as blood rushes into his second head, solidifying to a stone-hard protrusion enveloped by Astrid's welcoming mouth.
Heather and Dagur take their honorary seats on the right-hand of the stage, with Fishlegs obliged to sit adjacent to Heather on the inner side of the table. As Snotlout gets dragged into the Twins antics, the relative calm of the remainder of the village seeps through. Gobber raises a brow, looking up at Hiccup from his perspective with a small group of elders, shortly after followed by a wave of his hook in the air.
"Ay, Chief?" Gobber interjects, "Feast time?"
"Ah," Hiccup chokes out, trying to stabilize himself to the public discretely, "Yeah." He gives a curt wave back to Gobber in acknowledgement.
Astrid, rather loudly, sucks down his shaft with a purposeful front of her head. Hiccup's abs flex inward to the sudden pleasure. His awkward grin slips into an awkward wince trying to keep composure.
He glances around the placemat in front of him, then around the hall in an effort to find something to aid grabbing the attention of the crowd to begin the festivities without standing.
As if on cue, Astrid pushes a large drum out from under the table. The feet of the drum scape to a stop bedside Hiccup's right arm, already kitted with a single, fat drumstick. It seems Astrid had thought this out more than he originally thought.
"Oh, well that's clever. But how do you intend o-" Hiccup murmurs quietly, beginning to question her plan.
Astrid responds by slapping his leg with an open palm. Her head pulls off his shaft and a draft of air shivers his wet skin, shooting up through his back. Her lips pop against the underside of his head, teeth nibbling occasionally as she responds, "Announce… the… feast…" and resumes her escapade by sinking her lips down over his staff again.
Hiccup tries to keep himself composed and relaxed as Astrid makes it difficult to stay sober with a beguiling onslaught of tongue flicks. His fingers clutch against the table corner.
Stifling a nervous gulp, Hiccup picks up the drumstick and thumps it against the skin of the drum. A trio of roomy hums echo around the great hall as Astrid's lips recede.
The murmur of the crowd fades away in tandem with the sea of faces flanking toward the great stage.
A blank moment passes as Hiccup struggles to fill an expectant void with a reasonable introduction.
Astrid throats his cock in a swift, forward bob of her head. Hiccup's eye twitches, as does his left arm.
Snotlout, now seated, glances over at Hiccup. A furrowed brow and peculiar half-grin belie an interest in the abnormality.
Another moment of silence passes as Hiccup finally manages to focus himself. Astrid silently chuckles to herself as she recognizes he has finally managed to slot in what he means to say as she feels him soften slightly in her mouth. "We often gather ourselves in this great room to celebrate special occasions, epic developments, surprising turns, unwelcome news…"
Astrid buries her head in his lap, lodging his full length all the way down her throat with lips sealed against his hip.
Hiccup stutters suddenly, a high-pitched cough falling from his lips as he loses focus. It feels like minutes but is not more than two or three seconds before Astrid's lips begin rising again.
Fishlegs glances over at Hiccup with a curious brow.
"This, is not one of those occasions!" Hiccup manages to resume, "Brunch, because.. we felt like it!"
The room remains silent, save Hiccup's voice trailing off of the echoing walls.
Hiccup holds up a turkey leg. "Stuff yourselves!"
An awkward moment passes silently as Hiccup's head swirls in the perceived awkwardness and obvious insecurities.
Then the hall busts out in a joyful cheer as friends and family toast one another and begin diving into spades of turkey, yak, chicken, and fish sided with dozens of brightly colors fruits, eggs, veggies, and rows of various beverages lining the stone walls of the cavernous space.
Hiccup slacks back into his chair and breathes a loud sigh of relief.
Fishlegs gets distracted by Dagur including him in a toast. Snotlout's passing curiosity melts away into his multiple plates of tender yak, extra helpings of eggs, and the afterthought of fruit. Surprisingly, though perhaps not all too unexpectedly, the Twin's quibbling has died down from a full theatrical piece to an ongoing slideshow of sideways jabs and jeers as they begin woofing down their pre-placed pallets of food. Judging from Ruff's expression, she didn't win the staring contest. But, then again, she still seemed in a better mood and a rather insidiously placed a chicken wing on a spare plate between her and Tuff suggests she still has the latest fiasco on-mind.
Hiccup struggles to keep a straight composure as he forks over an additional leg of turkey onto his primary plate. Chewing awkwardly in silence, Heather peers around Fishlegs at the empty seat between him and Hiccup.
"Hey, Hiccup?" Heather calls out, "Where's Astrid at?"
Astrid coaxes a flow of saliva into her mouth and presses herself down his mass. "Ahh-mory? Armory. She's in the armory sharpening her battle axe, last I know." Hiccup responds in a divided thought process.
"Oh, well she's missing out on some delectable dishes! These are some killer yak-chops!" Heather chirps dolefully.
Astrid smirks under the table, the twitch of her lips not lost on Hiccup as she descends again. But the distracting relief is short lived as Snotlout breaks into the moment.
"Y'know you should really eat your slops there, Chief. Before someone else does." Snotlout chaffs, stripping meat from a yak bone as he eyes Hiccup. "If I didn't know better, I'd say it's almost like you're distracted or something," Snotlout rips another bite of yak from a fresh bone and looks over at Hiccup's unusual place setting with a suspicious sideways squint. "Actually, yeah you are distracted! What are you into?"
Hiccup groans irritably, though the sharp, annoyed grunt fades into a warm and welcome moan as Astrid twists her head around his shaft. Hiccup barely manages to swap the groan into an obvious sigh of discontent as he can feel her hair drape over his legs while Astrid rocks her head down, cupping his balls with a hand.
Knowing more silence is not a response that Snotlout would find ameliorating, Hiccup elects to respond to him curtly, "Just keep eating, Snotlout."
Pressure drops in Astrid's mouth as she keeps a tight seal around him, rising up to flick her tongue around his thick head. Hiccup grits his teeth silently, feigning another large mouthful of brunch. Two fingers wrap around his shaft and massage downward to his base.
His hand brushes under the tablecloth and combs into her hair. Astrid resists as he presses her downward. He flexes his hips into her as he recognizes the absent public hand as an outlier, withdrawing the eager fingers to the silverware of the table setting.
Choking off another pleasurable moan, Hiccup taps the table with a growing impatience over the confounding variables around him; an anxious awareness that Astrid's absence is peculiar, and a contorted ability to suppress his climax as he catches eyes with Heather and Fishlegs.
A delicate pop is muffled under the cloth as Astrid's lips break their seal. She taps the back of his leg in acknowledgment, albeit with an obvious discontent in the sluggish, languid movement.
Astrid circles her thumbs to her index fingers midway down around his mass, gently pulling back until the skin of his full erection is taught. She soaks her lips with a fresh coat of saliva and allows the excess to pool in the front of her mouth.
A garbled gargle rumbles under the table as Astrid bubbles her saliva over his mushroomed head, exquisitely exciting the numerous exposed nerve endings. Astrid can feel him groan lowly as her slow, methodical encroach rapidly coaxes his climax from his bashful corner. A tongue flicks against his head.
And she encompasses him again, writhing her tongue against the bottom of his mass as she slips her lips to his base. The full length of her tongue flattens against his skin, rubbing side to side now that she has sufficiently defied the public gathering.
Her head bobs forward and back, rubbing his skin against the roof of her mouth and the back of her throat to edge him past his control.
Hiccup bites his lips in a shallow grimace as he struggles to keep a proper presentation in the hall.
But his stiff head and neck, and awkward pressure against the table cue Gobber in on the misfitting tension. Gobber peers up at Hiccup with pin-point suspicion from a seat on the center isle near the stage.
Hiccup makes no notice as his mind is fractured between the feeling of his orgasm shooting into Astrid's mouth and the cool flush of the feeling occurring in a public setting.
Astrid holds herself on his throbbing erection as the last jet of cum shoots into her mouth.
A smart, wet withdraw cleans his shaft as Astrid turns, lips pursed, under the table and skims a hand over the ground for a thin rope.
A swift, firm tug on the first, then a quick scuttle to the other side of Hiccup's leg catches another cord.
A handful of yelps erupt from the great table and the hall in near-unison as two goblets with lit monstrous nightmare gel topple over aside each end of the great table.
Dagur and Tuffnut scramble from their near-by chairs and tend to the fires as the whole of the great table and much of the front echelons of tables look on at the ensuing flames cascading down the sides of the stone steps up to the stage.
Astrid moves swiftly. In a breezy puff of the tablecloth she appears in her seat beside Hiccup – appearing to act innocently enough.
The flames being dying down as the thinned gel burns away, Hiccup takes the moment to yank his pants up and re-fit them around his waist appropriately.
Hiccup quarters to Astrid, "Well. That was premeditated, wasn't it m'lady?"
Astrid looks at him with a light terseness, her lips puckered shut and silent. A brow raises as she inspects the 'Nuts and Snotlout just returning to their food as the fires subside. She flashes a white mouth at Hiccup.
Hiccup stifles an amorous snort and, under his breath, just loud enough for the pair to hear gruffly, "You, Babe, are a lady of the st-"
Astrid swallows quickly and gives him a cocksure look as she finishes his comment, "And a freak in the sheets."
Hiccup grins at her widely but suppresses it as he remembers his public manners. Astrid shovels a pile of yak, sided with carrots, and a peach onto her plate. Hiccup returns to his plate, this time more focused on the food on the table and not what is under the table.
While masticating a mouthful of dark meat, he catches Gobber looking at him intently.
His hook-hand twitches as he motions a 'What the heck?' to Hiccup.
Recognizing Gobber's gesture, Hiccup blushes intensely, looking away at Astrid instinctively. Then feigns a mild shrug toward her direction as if to blame her.
A natural moment of silence passes as the tables focus on their consumption, until the lull ebbs back into a murmur of conversations and the piercing laugh of Dagur embracing Heather in his latest joke.
"How's your food, Babe?" Hiccup sets aside a finished bone, glancing at her candidly.
Astrid gives a wry grin, "Salty."