I have no idea where this idea came from, it just sort of jumped into my brain and demanded to be written.
I suppose its an alternative ending after the alternative ending. Contains talk of blood and biting.
-HTTYD-
There were some things Astrid knew were normally inherited. Like eye colour and curly hair and freckles.
There were now things Astrid hadn't known were inherited, like being pig-headed and infuriatingly capable of getting under her skin, but damned if it wasn't like looking into the past sometimes. This particular human had encountered Astrid while she was out walking, considering going to a club for a hunt but it was Wednesday - never a good hunt night.
He didn't look totally like him. His nose was a little smaller, his freckles darker, and the green of his eyes was a little less emerald, a little more turquoise. But he had the same wiry, thin shape, lopsided smile and mop of red hair. He even smelled like Hiccup. He looked her over with a spark of the same want Hiccup had, though the words he spoke were not where Astrid expected him to start.
"I have a cousin named after you, you know."
Haden was Hiccup's grandson, and somehow despite being only five at the time, he had recognised her twenty years after that encounter at the beach. At least, that was where she thought he'd seen her last.
"You don't know that."
"Sure I do. Gramps told me about you, a couple of years before he died. Said it was my secret to keep, that there were vampires in the world. At first I thought he was crazy."
Astrid crossed her arms.
"What makes you think he's not now?"
"Aside from you looking the exact same two decades later? I saw you at his grave."
Damnit. Astrid had hoped nobody saw her. It was a momentary weakness, she told herself, but she couldn't help but go when she heard the news Hiccup had died about ten years back. In her defence, she'd not expected anybody else to be there before the sun even rose, but when she heard the crunch of footsteps on gravelled path and looked to see the shape of one of Hiccup's adult children holding flowers, she left.
"Congratulations, you worked it out. What do you want? A medal?"
Haden frowned.
"No? I would like to know you though."
"Why?"
Astrid was little more than well-aged bitterness by then, and if he wasn't Hiccup's grandson she'd have probably just used him for a feed and left, but curiousity niggled.
"Because gramps never got the chance to, and I know he always wanted to. He meant something to you too, I can tell."
She could hardly argue if this nosy, annoying human had seen her at Hiccup's gravesite. There weren't many excuses for such a trip, especially when it was close enough to a church that Astrid's skin had prickled from proximity to the hallowed ground, a protection against darkness like her.
"I'll tell you what. If you see me again, I'll think about it."
Haden cocked his head, considering her.
"Alright. I'm holding you to that."
Astrid resolved to move that week. It wasn't like anything tied her down to one place. If she never saw Haden again, he couldn't slip under her defences and take a little piece of her with him, the way his grandfather had.
He found her anyway.
She didn't like to do too many long-distance moves; it made it much harder to do only at night, so Astrid eeked her way around, city to city a few years at a time, and sometimes a new country if she knew the dialect. And Haden, as he told her later, travelled for work and liked to blow off steam with a drink in a club. Seeking an easy meal that night - Astrid had gone a little too long without feeding, trying to drag it out longer and longer as though it would change what she was - her heart almost started again when she tasted the familiar scent on the air, felt hands at her waist.
"Found you."
He knew he didn't need to shout, knew she'd hear. His heart beat faster in his chest when Astrid turned, saw the rapid pulse under his skin. Oh, he was so warm, and Astrid didn't know if it was a biological thing or just how much he looked like Hiccup, but the familiarity was enough to push at her defences when Haden slid his hand around to rest against her lower back, leaning close.
"If you need to feed on someone, you wouldn't have to hide anything from me."
What was he doing to her? Astrid felt dizzy with temptation, remembering in the recesses of her mind how Hiccup had held her in a way nobody really had before or since him. Could she spend the night with his grandson just to chase those feelings for a little while?
His hotel room was nice. Probably. Astrid didn't get around to noticing, too distracted by the hot mouth on her neck and the scalding hands on her bare skin as they pushed up her shirt, her own fingers busy at complicated buttons and belts until she considered physically tearing the fabric away from his body. When his shirt was finally opened, Astrid found a scar that ran down the middle of his chest, traced it with her fingers.
"What happened here?"
Haden glanced down, as though he'd forgotten it was there.
"Oh. Open heart surgery as a kid."
He said it with an almost throwaway tone, as though it wasn't important. Astrid supposed it wasn't really, not if she was just there for one night.
"You're not on medication are you?"
Astrid thought she'd be able to tell, but better safe than sorry. Haden shook his head, backing her toward what turned out to be the bed and only stopping to tug off her jeans before he was climbing up with her. He grunted in pain when Astrid gripped him too tight, fingerprint bruises forming where her hand had been and she realised she needed to be careful. Haden was too distracting, and if she got careless he could get dead.
He reacted to her cold skin more than Hiccup had, but if anything he seemed to actively enjoy it, squirming and panting needily when Astrid couldn't wait for a hit any longer, hand slipping into his opened bottoms. There was always a chance that men would... shrink from her touch, but Haden only groaned against her ear and bucked into her hand, using his to brace his weight while the other pushed his bottoms down, freeing his cock and letting Astrid touch him properly. He knew what she was, or at least some of it, but Astrid doubted he knew everything.
"Ah-hhh, fuck!"
She soaked in the rush, quick and not entirely satiating but enough, enough for now, as Haden spilled over her hand and stomach with a high sound of surprise. The taste was different to Hiccup, but equally delicious to the succubus.
"Hair trigger are we?"
No longer tightly wound with hunger, Astrid tossed the human a smirk as he tried to process what had happened quite so quickly. Haden eyed her, suspicious.
"Was that you? Like, some vampire trick?"
A little more mindful of his fragile body than she had been earlier, Astrid pushed him on his back and knelt on the bed, collecting his ejaculate on her fingers and feeling his eyes follow her avidly.
"I'm a succubus, if I need a quick hit, it is within my power to get one."
"Isn't that cheating?"
"You could argue that having pheromones that attract humans was cheating, I guess, but hey, biology."
She sucked her fingers into her mouth, tasting musk and desire and feeling her body thrum, keen for more of this potent hit. Haden just watched her, a little awestruck and a lot curious judging by his eyes.
"Want to see another one of my tricks?"
Astrid wished she'd told someone what she was years ago. Being able to talk about it was incredibly liberating. Haden nodded, observed her fingers tracing shapes over his belly before they slid down to grasp his soft cock. His eyes widened when he filled out in her hand again, clearly in a better recovery time than he was used to.
"Suddenly, I like your biology a whole lot more. Does that work more than once?"
She curled her lip slightly, exposing the sharp points of her teeth. He twitched in her hand.
"I could make you go until you died of exhaustion if I wanted."
"By all means, I'd like to see you try."
Happy to give as good as he got, Haden tackled Astrid to the bed - she let him, obviously - and curled his fingers around the waistband of her underwear.
"Is this ok?"
Her breath caught; an odd feeling when she didn't need to breathe. Rather than answer with words, Astrid lifted her hips to let him, wriggling out of her shirt and bra. Dresses were a usual attire for the hunt, but Astrid sometimes got tired of guys she wasn't interested in trying to put their hand under her dress. And she didn't mind being undressed by Haden anyway.
As he took her in, turquoise eyes roaming every inch they could see, Astrid marvelled inwardly that he was surprisingly easy to not confuse with Hiccup. He'd been who she was thinking of when she agreed to let Haden take her home, but apparently getting to her so quickly and so fully did run in the family. Either that or Astrid was chronically lonely and desperate and it wasn't often she took home a guy who wanted more than a quick rut before rolling over to sleep.
Astrid wasn't sure which option made her less pathetic, shoving it from her mind as Haden kissed her skin, stroking over chilled curves and pressing his heat to her cold. His motions became a little more urgent as he slid down her body, and while Astrid was certain that particular skill could not have been inherited, Haden still had her shaking and moaning under his hot mouth and tongue in an almost embarrassingly short time. She wondered distantly if he'd have to answer for the tears in his sheets tomorrow, her grip in them leaving rips in the fabric.
Haden worked her to the point of climax and over, refusing to stop until Astrid forcefully shoved him off, oversensitive and her limbs feeling like jelly for a minute. Her body recovered quickly once he'd stopped, smug and grinning as he wiped his wet chin.
"Get over here!"
"Condoms are in my bag."
He gestured across the room, but she could tell him what she had never told Hiccup.
"You can't knock me up, and I can't give you anything."
Haden considered her, jeans still hanging loose on his narrow hips with his erection curving upwards, Astrid's body all but twitching with hunger for him now.
"Really?"
She couldn't blame him for checking, really. Astrid nodded.
"I'm not human, remember?"
Astrid felt the potent pulse of lust that rose in him, a concerted effort on her part not to just jump on him while she waited to see if he still wanted to get his condoms.
"Oh, I do. Have you ever bitten anyone during sex?"
She shook her head.
"No. It kinda defeats the point, since post-coital blood is better, but it's also risky if I'm... distracted."
Not that Astrid lost herself often, and never like she had with Hiccup before. Although she suspected Haden had the potential to creep in and be different too. Some day she might wonder about bloodlines... tonight was not the time.
"Shame. I reckon it would be hot. You sure about the no condoms?"
Hiccup had been adamant about them if they weren't dating. Haden seemed much more open to the idea. Of course, he knew far more than his grandfather ever had. Astrid nodded, pulling herself a little further up the bed, watching him take off his jeans before he moved toward the bed too. Dragging her eyes up an incredibly familiar shape, save for the scar on his chest, Astrid turned over on her front, unsure she could look at him until she knew if he'd drag down her defences like Hiccup had.
A warm hand ran up and down her back gently, leaving Astrid shivery with the sensation as Haden knelt behind her, gave her ass a playful squeeze and winked when Astrid turned to tell him to get a move on as one finger dipped in, testing how wet she was.
"Hey, it's not often I can say a girl is hungry for me and be completely certain it's true!"
"Just... hurry up would ya? A girl could grow old waiting on you."
Not her, obviously. But some other girl. Astrid bit her lip as she felt the blunt head of his cock, hot and solid and teasing as he pressed in only an inch or two at a time before pulling out again. She wondered if he'd worried for the cold of her, but it didn't seem to matter much as he finally sank in fully, that potent heat filling Astrid as she moaned, hands grasping the bed and leaving more crescent-moon shapes torn into the sheets.
There was nothing like a succubus, Astrid knew; she'd intentionally not let herself think about it before now, whether it was selfish of her to let Haden taste the rush only to leave him as she had Hiccup. But it was different. She'd not come back to him. Not this time.
Astrid considered, just for a minute, pushing him over to a premature end and getting things over with; once he came, he'd be a prime meal, but when Haden stroked her back again, hips flexing in a shallow thrust, Astrid knew she'd let him see it through naturally. He moved with a slow, testing pace at first, adjusting to the thrill of being inside a creature dedicated to the pursuit and taste of human lust. Everything about her designed to tempt and arouse, made for pleasure. And to most, she was just a wild one night stand they'd half-remember in the morning.
To Haden she was more. She was history and secrets, desire and danger rolled into one. He leant forward, his weight adding a pressure to his thrusts that made Astrid gasp before he draped over her back. Burning hot and with one arm wrapped around her, Haden surrounded her as she surrounded him, powerfully intimate and more than she'd signed up for, but found herself unable to say no to.
Faded as it was, Astrid's sensitive skin still felt the ridges of his scar, felt his warm breath condense on the chilled skin at the back of her neck before he nuzzled her hair, inhaling her scent and the tingles made her quiver all over. The hand on her stomach slipped down, stroking as he thrust so that Astrid felt him inside and out, hips rolling in deep, long movements that never quite seemed to let her adjust. If Astrid had breath in her lungs, it felt as though he'd have knocked it out of her, his hair tickling her shoulders and his grunting, panting sounds in her ear.
Haden held nothing back, keening sounds littered with honeyed whispers of how good she felt to him. Astrid panicked for a second that he'd reference Hiccup and break it all down completely, but he didn't. Fingers left her clit to play with her nipple, and Astrid missed them enough to remind Haden she could hold him up with ease, shuddering when both his arms were around her, both his hands on her skin with his weight and warmth and bumpy scar pressed so tight Astrid all but felt his heartbeat as her own.
The climax took her by surprise, arms all but giving out under them and Haden had to move one hand to brace himself, the spasms of her around his cock apparently all he could take. Or perhaps he'd been holding out for her. Astrid didn't know, didn't care as she felt his rush roll through her, blistering heat as he spilled with a last few jerky thrusts before Haden slumped against her back, sweaty and breathing like he'd run a race.
As he softened and slipped free, Astrid turned and dumped him unceremoniously on his back, wiping the moisture from her neck that just felt uncomfortably damp now he wasn't breathing all over her.
"Wow. That was really something. That more of your 'biology' in action?"
"Sort of."
Haden shrugged, stretching out like a cat before slumping against the mattress again, pushing sweaty hair out of his face. Nothing was said for a minute, his come warm and wet on her thigh as Astrid perched half-up on her knees. Then he sighed deeply.
"Look, I'm gonna be real honest with you here. If you wanna do your bite thing and then ditch, then I won't stop you. But if you walk out on me, I'm not going to let you wander in and out like you did to him."
He was far less willing to let Astrid string him along as she'd inadvertently done to his grandfather, it seemed. Which was fair, she mused.
"What do you want from me?"
"Honestly? I don't know. But I know what I don't want, and that is to hang around always wondering. So if you go, you stay gone."
Astrid knew what she should do. She should dress and leave, like she should have done that first night with Hiccup. Learn from her mistakes. But... that wasn't what she wanted to do. Was she going to dare this time? Or would she choose to look back in seventy years and regret again?
"I'm not human."
"I know."
"I could hurt you."
"I don't care."
Astrid sighed. The stubborn set of his jaw reminded her so much of Hiccup in that instant.
"I'll stay. Tonight. We'll see about tomorrow then."
Haden seemed to consider her offer, drumming his fingers lightly against his thigh.
"Alright. I can work with that."
The way his eyes followed her fangs, Astrid thought she ought to set a groundrule there and then just in case she completely lost her mind and didn't run away tomorrow.
"I'm not turning you."
Haden grinned.
"We'll see."
-HTTYD-
Well. We might not. But they will. Idk why this idea came to me and it probably blows, but hey.
I will get to the other one... eventually. Probably. We'll see.