Hello everyone!

For those who are wondering, this story should be a one-shot, but as I am very busy right now so I decided to split up in several parts, for these reasons, I am not deepening the story.

Thank you for reading.

xiii.

Stoick decides to given them a sufficiently awkward talk about not fornicate at work, and she doesn't know whose face is redder between her and Hiccup.

"We only been dating for two weeks," Hiccup mutters, but Stoick just raises a hand, saying that he knows how times are chanching, and how they're two hormonal kids.

"Oh God," Astrid murmurs, putting her face in her hands.

"I'm just sayin'!" Stoick continues. "Date if you must, but no sex in the office. Understood?"

They both nod mutely, silencied by embarrassment.

"Well, good. That's that then." Stoick gives them both a nod before leaving, grabbing a rag off the counter as he heads to the back.

"Well, that was mortifying," Astrid groans.

"Tell me about it," Hiccup mutters. "I mean, we've only been seeing each other fot two weeks, it's not like we're… you know…"

"Yeah, exactly!" she squeaks out, her voice about three pitches higher than usual. "I mean, like we would… do that… at work anyways, how unprofessional would that be?"

"So unprofessional," he agrees.

Astrid nods swifly, licking her lips. "Yes, well… I should probably go… make some phone calls."

"Right, yeah, I should, um… go work on some cars," Hiccup says hastiily, rubbing the back of his neck. "So, um, I'll see you at lunch?"

She nods. "Yeah, see you then."

He nods one final time before heading to the back, and she sighs as she sink into her chair. Today just became sufficiently awkward.

xiv.

She's still feeling embarrased when she meets in the break room for lunch, her face heating up as she sits beside him, pulling her pink lunchbox out as per usual.

"So…" he says, trailing off. Silence follows. "This is awkwatd," he points out.

"Extremely so," Astrid agrees.

"How do we fix it?" he asks, a teasing edge to his voice.

"Have sex probably." It's supposed to be a joke, but somehow, when it leaves her mouth, I'ts not. It just hangs in te air, and she looks at him with wide eyes, hopping he miraculously will overlook her stupidily.

To her dismay, he doesn't. " I… are you searious?"

She swallows, and she thinks about it for a minute. She does really like Hiccup already – possibly even loge, but surely it's too soon to think about that. He is ridiculously attractive (of course), and it's not like shes's virgin. (She might as well be, but she's not, and that's what counts). She highly doubts he's one either, and iy's perfectly natural for her to want to have sex with her hot, perfect boyfriend.

Slowly, she nods. "I – mean, if you want…"

"Yes," he blurts out. "I mean, if you're sure I would love to, uh… I mean, you're beautiful and hot and awesome and um… I just…" He sighs, and she nearly giggles at his celar frustration. "There's no way I can say this without sounding like a douche."

She does laugh then, and then he laughs as well, and the tension begins to dissolve. "So my place or your's?"

She asks, half joking but half serious.

"Leave it to me," he says with a little smirk that makes her heart pound. "It'll be perfect, Milady, as perfect as possible. You deserve that much."

She bites her lip before she leans over to kiss him, pressing her lips sweetly against his. His hand finds its away to the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair, and her hand cups his cheek. She keeps her hand against his skin as she pulls away, smiling at him sweetly, glancing down at his slightly swollen lips.

"It'll be perfect as long as I'm with you," she promises.

A slow smile spreads across his face. In response, he kisses her again.

xv.

His lips trail down her neck as he presses her against the blanketm one hand holding both of her wrists above head. She moans a bit as his lips travel further south, grazing over her chest. His tongue darts out to circle around one taut nipple, and she arches up so he's enveliping more of her with his mouth.

She was skeptical at firt when he invited her over to the Haddok house for the evening, but once he explained that Stoick and Valka were out and showed her the picnic he had set up by the fireplace, she instantly fell just a little bit more in love with him.

As his mouth finds her once more she thinks the word again. Love. She knows she loves him. If she didn't, surely it wouldn't feel as good as this.

"I'm ready," she whispers against his cheek, and he pulls away to look at her.

"Are you sure?" he asks.

She nods. "I'm sure. I've never been more sure of anything in my intire life."

He grins, kissing her again, and she can't help but giggle as he pulls away to look for his discarded jeans. Finally, he finds them, and he triumphantly pulls out a condom out of one of the front pockets. He eagerly opens it, rolling it onto himself and positioning hilself at her entrace.

"I love you," he murmurs, and her eyes widen a bit in the dim light of the fire, but before she can process his words or say anything in response, he's pushing in to her, and she gasps in surprise.

He's certainly bigger than Eret was, and she nedds a minute to adjust. Hiccup asks her if she's okay, and after a second, she nods, raising a hand to cup his cheek. "I'm perfect."

He kisses her as he begins to move inside her, and she's never felt so whole, not just physically, but emotiomally as well. Hiccup is everything she never knew she was missing, and before she gives in to simply feeling, she silemtly thanks Snotlout for offering her this summer job, because without it, she wouldn't be where she is right now. And this is possibly the happiest she's ever been.

He groans, and she know he's getting close. She can feel her own realse building up as well. He shifts sightly, and suddently is building even more inside her, until she can't hold any longer. She lets out a high pitched moan, gripping his shoulders as she comes undone around him, and she feels him shake as he comes as well. She kisses his nose, his cheek, his collar bone as he catches his breath, pullig out of her and rolling over.

"That was…"

"Yeah," she agrees. She pauses, looking up at his face, and tehn she aks, "Dis you mean it? What you said?"

"Which part?" he asks carefully, but she can tell by his expression that he knows exactly what she's talking about.

He's just going to make her say it.

"The part when you said you loved me," she whispers

"Oh, well, Yeah. I mean, I do. Love you, that is."

She smiles, pressing her palm flat against his chest as she kisses him, but he pulls away after a second, studying her intently. She knows what he's wanting for.

"I love you, too," she tellls him, looking into his wide eyes. "It's hard not to," she confesses.

He smile is so blinding she almost has to look away, an she squeals as he presses sloppy, open moutged kisses against her neck. 'I love you," he murmurs. "I love you, I love you."

She whispers back that she loves him, too, and she thinks about it when he gets up to dispose of the condom. She's never felt this away before, and part of her wonders how things can possibly get better.