FuntasticMe - wait, so were you the one who asked if I took requests?
YaAz97 - of course his plan backfired! If it hadn't this story wouldn't be very Hiccstrid would it?
Guest - I didn't know that, I've only read the first book! As for writing Cami... Nobody has ever asked for her before, so I've never had cause to.
DyingSunlight - I know!
BrawlerGamer - Hiccup's an idiot let's hope he learns! And yep, Cami will still be around.
-HTTYD-
He had a girlfriend.
Of course. Why wouldn't he?
Although, he really ought to have mentioned that around the time when he had his tongue in Astrid's mouth. She had been the bigger person and apologised, and he hadn't mentioned it then either. At least Astrid could have taken that information and used it to beat her inappropriate crush into submission.
The class separated and Astrid almost bolted, but then Justin came over looking awkwardly at the trio loudly discussing who 'Haddock might have banged'.
"Would you mind if I sit with you?"
"Sure. Have a seat."
Justin smiled warmly, and for the first time Astrid could sort of see what Heather saw in him - he lit up. He wasn't Hiccup though, and that was where Astrid's head was at as they opened their textbooks.
She hadn't told Heather yet; she didn't want Heather judging her and lecturing her. Nor did Astrid think she would now - Heather would go nuclear at Hiccup for kissing Astrid if he had a girlfriend. That was her biggest pet peeve on the planet.
Justin was quiet company, mostly talking to himself and his paper but Astrid felt like he was at least helping keep Astrid from having a minor meltdown of anger and sadness. Of course, there was no more classes now and she had planned to go volunteering that day - she had to skip yesterday because her mom wanted her to work. It was nowhere near as satisfying as working for Heather's mother, because there were no cupcakes and lots of breakable things.
Did she want to spend four more hours with him?
Yes.
Ignoring her brain, Astrid set herself on the motto of "he's not keeping me away from there" and silently resolved to go anyway. Maybe he wouldn't be there; he usually only worked once or twice a week.
"You're going volunteering again?"
"Yep. It was fun! And a great way to work off the pudge from always eating when I work for your mom."
Heather rolled her eyes as Astrid grabbed some clothes and this time also packing baby wipes to clean up with. Deodorant, clean socks and something to eat on the walk home... yep. She was ready.
"Did Justin talk about me?"
"No, but then he didn't really say anything. To me anyway, he just talked to himself about the work. Look, Heather, why not make the move and ask if he wants company walking Meatlug again? He's probably terrified to ask you again if he does like you, because he doesn't want to come across too interested."
"You think?"
"Yep. But first, can you drop me off?"
"Sure, I'm gonna go pick up a new sports bra. One with support but still helping out the girls yanno?"
Heather gestured at her chest; not huge, but Astrid thought it completely proportional to her frame. Astrid herself wasn't hugely endowed with mammoth mammaries, but she was bigger than Heather and it sucked because Heather could shop for the cutest comfortable stuff. If Astrid wanted to wear something cute, it had to be lingerie and that stuff didn't exactly offer support.
"If it gets to be a regular thing, I'll take you shopping for walking shoes."
"You're the best Astrid."
Dagur was just getting back from his day at the gym; he was a personal trainer, yelling at people to do things that hurt was apparently his calling. Astrid didn't look at him as he waved to Heather, knowing he had seen her kissing Hiccup and not wanting it brought up. When she chanced a glance, he was giving her an unreadable look but didn't say a word.
Heather dropped her off by the centre, then waved and zipped off to search for something that would (to her mind) turn dog walking into subtle seduction. Shouldering her bag, Astrid kept an eye out for Hiccup's bike. She wasn't sure if she was relieved or disappointed it was nowhere to be seen.
Sven greeted her like a long time employee, and Astrid found her left-behind shoes placed beneath a locker that had "A. H" on. She hadn't noticed until now she and Hiccup shared a surname initial, a terrible schoolgirl-crush thought invading her mind of how she could pretend they shared a surname for a second, then mentally scolded herself. He was hot but a dick. She wasn't going to marry him.
Astrid changed and grabbed her gloves, finding Valka in her favourite spot surrounded by owls. She greeted her with the usual enthusiasm, but the look she gave Astrid was entirely different and her heart sank a little. She knew.
"Sorry I couldn't make it yesterday, I was working."
"Oh, what do you do dear?"
They were talking like normal, but the weight of unsaid words weighed heavily on her.
"Nothing serious. I help in my mom's pottery store, or sometimes at Heather's moms bakery."
"Is that Berserk bakery?"
"The very one."
Valka took on a glazed look, as though daydreaming.
"They have the most wonderful bread there. I've never seen you on my trips through?"
"Back room. I beat that bread into submission, then it's all cookie dough and cupcakes for me. Heather's better at the savoury stuff; she was the one who came up with the recipe for the Berserk chicken and I swear she's the only person who makes sandwiches an art form. Plus all the guys who come in try to hit on her, so she spends more time up front being guarded by her brother."
The conversation flowed easily; they had always gotten along even before Astrid's feelings started to go from harmless crush to almost scary levels of attraction sizzling between them. Astrid had never spent so long talking about bread before; and she worked in a bakery.
Somewhere between being chased by the promised 'psychotic duck' and a more relaxed afternoon time being taught to hold baby owls correctly by Valka, she brought it up out of the blue.
"Hiccup told me what happened."
"Ah. I uh, I apologised the next day. It was a mistake, I know that."
"Yes, he said the same thing."
Astrid felt very much like a naughty child getting caught. Seeing they were alone save for an elderly couple talking to the chickens, Astrid opted for blunt honesty.
"Look. I like him, he's cute and funny and a nice guy minus the fact he never mentioned having a girlfriend, but I know-"
"Hiccup doesn't have a girlfriend."
Astrid halted, confusion echoed in Valka's face.
"Well he had a pretty noticeable hickey today. Anyway, it's not my business. I lost my head for a second, and it was wrong. I know that. Won't happen again."
Valka gave her that look that saw right through her, and then nodded.
"Alright then."
They went back to work, fooling around and taking care of animals. A family came in to look around, the most adorable set of six year old twins giggling themselves silly when watching sheep canter about in their pen, bleating and coming up to the fencing to take the little (safe) treats they were offered.
"Are you new here miss?"
One of the girls - they had matching everything except one wore a blue headband, the other green - asked her.
"You could say that, I only started helping out this week."
"We come here lots to see the animals!"
"They are so cute. I wanna take care of animals when I'm big."
"Me too!"
Their parents watched on fondly, barely managing to get the girls away aa visiting hours ended. Astrid helped to put the animals to bed for the night, then cleaned up and changed - Valka only changed her shoes at work apparently, then changed when she got home. Exhausted and not loving the prospect of walking home that evening, she just about fainted seeing a familiar bike out front.
"Need a lift?"
His voice ran down her spine like ice water. Astrid couldn't even answer immediately, as her mouth was full of protein bar. He stood there looking edible and irritating as she swallowed thickly.
"What are you doing here?"
He blinked and shuffled his feet, riding boots creaking.
"Offering you a ride home."
"I don't think that would be a good idea."
Hiccup visibly recoiled at her tone, but then schooled his face back to neutral.
"Uh, why?"
"Because I like it here and I'm not going to stop coming, but I don't think we should be around each other any more than we have to be."
He frowned, eyeing her tense posture and Astrid tried to ignore the feeling of his eyes on her body.
"Are you... are you mad at me about something?"
Astrid tried to control herself, not get angry. He wasn't worth it, she told herself.
"I'm mostly mad at myself. But yeah, I'm not thrilled you never mentioned you were seeing someone."
Hiccup sighed, lifting a gloved hand to press his fingers to the bridge of his nose. Astrid tried not to remember how those gloved fingers felt digging into her hips.
"That's... it's not what you think. I'm not in a relationship. I have an... arrangement with someone."
That made Astrid feel a little better. Well, not really. Well, she wasn't some side action Hiccup tried to get because he knew Astrid couldn't tell anyone she had kissed her teacher. On the other hand, if Hiccup wanted someone who would shag him six ways to Valhalla and back, she was right there! Gods, why couldn't she control her thoughts around him? Astrid was trying to be good, but all she really wanted was to have him press her to a wall and have her right there in the street.
"Right."
"Look, I came to take you home. That's all. I'll keep my helmet on the whole time, that way no more mistakes can happen."
Worse luck.
"Fine."
Astrid totally only agreed because she was tired. That was her story and she was sticking to it. Plus he had only made the trip for her. It would be rude not to really. She ignored the quiver in her belly as he handed her her helmet, put on his own and swung one of those maddeningly long, lean legs over the bike. Astrid put the headgear on herself, allowing the indulgence of wrapping her arms around him whether for safety or because she just had to.
The vibrations of the bike added to Hiccup's already irritatingly arousing presence didn't help her, but true to his word, Hiccup kept his helmet on as Astrid got off the bike, throbbing between her thighs as she considered just mounting him for a second. Scanning the street with her eyes, she frowned.
"What's wrong?"
His voice was muffled through the helmet, but he still didn't take it off.
"My parents car is gone. Must be inventory night."
"You going to be alright alone?"
Astrid barelt held back the urge to demand he see her in, then lock him in the house and never let him leave. Oh, but she wanted him so...
"Fine. Heathers family live just there, so if I was worried I could go there. Odin knows I spend enough time there."
He nodded, staying to watch her to her door and she 'accidentally' threw a little sway to her hips as he watched her go. Astrid turned back to see him still watching as she unlocked the door with shaking hands, still fighting not to invite him in. She heard his engine start up as the door locked, turning and falling back against the cool wood with a sigh.
The persistently pulsing need didn't go away, so Astrid hastened up to her bedroom where she lay on the bed, inhaling the leather scent infusing her top as her hand worked into her pants. It didn't take much after his cruel taunting of her with his existence and his motorcycle, leaving her shaky on the bed. And super hungry. Not in the mood to cook, she sent Heather a text asking if she wanted to split a takeout.
I'll call it in if you'll drive me to the pizza place.
Done. Outside in ten?
Astrid sent back an affirmation, dialed the usual place and said they would be coming to collect it. She cleaned herself up and changed into some fresh comfortable clothes, but Heather could still tell something was up as they got into her car.
"What's with you? Getting hot and heavy with Hiccup's mother at the animal place?"
"Oh gods no. I mean, sure I probably would if I swung that way, she looks amazing for fourty-three. But no. Not... not her."
Heather's eyes widened comically fast as she keyed the ignition. Astrid patted her pocket to check she had cash on her - it was her turn to pay, her and Heather taking turns.
"Ok, you're going to have to elaborate before my mind runs away."
"We... we uh... is that Dagur trying to kill somebody?"
"Who is she?"
Cami asked, and Hiccup was a little confused - she had her mouth on his cock three seconds ago, and he rather missed it. He had gone home with every intention of napping for an hour, then going to the Nature Centre to work with his mother. Instead, his mind had gone to Astrid. Guilt at her sad expression, and determination not to let it shake him too much.
Cami had luckily been free, tickled that he had the house to himself for a few hours and over within half an hour with burgers and fizzy drinks.
I'm too sore after last night Night Fury.
I'll settle for trading oral if you can't handle it.
His mistake - Cami never let it be just once. Even so, she was pretty damn good at giving head and Hiccup wasn't complaining. She sucked him off, he went down on her. They ate the food she brought over and the cycle repeated. Except now Cami was talking instead of sucking him off.
"Who is who?"
"The girl you're trying not to think about right now. I'm not blind."
"I..."
"Hiccup Haddock, I'm not bothered you like somebody else, this isn't about romance here. But if you lie about it, I'll be forced to cut your balls off."
He believed her. Considering she seemed to know what was going on in Hiccup's head, plus the threat, Cami lowered her head and tongued his frenulum which made it very, very difficult to formulate anything like a coherent answer. She stopped again a minute later, peering up at him expectantly with a hand around his cock.
"This isn't a conversation for halfway through a blowjob you know."
He expected her to stop and demand answers; she didn't. She resumed what she was doing, not stopping until Hiccup spilled into her mouth with a groan that was half pleasure, half pain as his balls ached with the 0-100 he had put them through after no action in months, then... Cami.
"Want me to..."
"Nah, I'm good. So, who is she?"
Cami sat naked as a newborn on his bed, taking a swallow of cola and waiting for his answer.
"Firstly, how can you tell?"
"I'm a genius. Spill... again."
She fucking winked, somehow utterly at ease as she basically asked if Hiccup was using her as a stand in for someone else.
"Alright, fine. But I gotta pee first."
Hiccup stumbled upright, finding no fresh bruising above the waist - Cami had bitten his hip this time - when he saw his shockingly rumpled reflection. His leg scar was twinging, would probably be really sore later on but he ignored it, washed his hands and went back to Cami, who hadn't moved an inch except to raid his jerky stash again. The girl liked her food.
"Ok. So... I have this student-"
Cami snickered a little.
"Oh what a walking porn cliche. Sorry, go on."
"Thanks for laughing" she winked again "I have this student, and she's been checking me out since she started my class but you know, I always assumed it was a harmless crush. I won't lie, I looked. She's cute, but... I've been a little out of sorts with moving and trouble with dad, so my head hadn't been all that in to human contact."
"Hence your dry spell and last nights fuck-fest. I did wonder about the move, but that's for later. Student."
"Anyway... I saw her talking to mom at the owl sanctuary, and she just looked so lit up, a cute girl I would definitely initiate a socially awkward conversation with in a bar."
"Without the classroom setting, you saw her differently?"
He nodded, glad Cami wasn't casting judgement. Or cutting him.
"Yeah. And then mom said she's there all the time and loves the animals and I just... I don't know. Then I was moving away from dad, and went back to work on Monday feeling like a new man, mom's such a free spirit and it's contagious. Now all of a sudden, I can't get her out of my head."
"There's more. Don't hold out on me Haddock, give me the full gossip."
"She kissed me on Monday night. She volunteered with mom, I gave her a lift home and... yeah. She apologised about it, but it was still wrong."
Cami thought on his words, chewing her (his) jerky as she did so.
"Well. If you think you can hold out that long, she won't be your student next year."
"I thought I could, but I'll be seeing her outside college plenty now she volunteers with mom. Four hours at a time where she's not my student."
"With your mother watching though?"
"True. She would kill me. I promised her it wouldn't happen again."
"So... are you gonna go give Astrid a ride home tonight?"
A little surprised by the turn in conversation, Hiccup shook his head.
"How is that going to help?"
"Did she see this?"
Cami touched the bruise she left on his collarbone, Astrid's hurt expression flashing before his eyes.
"Yeah, but what's that-"
"Gods Hiccup, you idiot. Now she thinks not only has she risked your job, she's kissed someone with a girlfriend. You're going to go offer her a lift home, and explain yourself. Without having sex with her, if possible."
Burying his head in his hands, Hiccup hadn't thought of that. He should feel guilty, not Astrid.
"Fine. I don't need to leave for an hour though, want some food?"
Cami never turned down food, watching Hiccup's kitchen work with interest and devouring the spaghetti he gave her hungrily. He left a plate of it in the microwave for his mom with a note, sure he would get a lecture that evening as he timed getting to Astrid with not getting caught by his mother. Cami drove off satisfied, satiated and with a warning that he better apologise properly.
He was so thrown by seeing her, after Cami chipped away his mental shields around Astrid that he forgot he was there to apologise at first. Astrid reminded him with her anger and reticence, and his leg ached something fierce standing still. It was why he was always on the move - it didn't hurt as much if he kept mobile.
Astrid eventually accepted his offer, and Hiccup would have been lying if he said he wasn't disappointed she didn't ask him in, as wrong as it was, when she said her house would be empty. Even if his body still rejected the notion of more sex, yet he felt anticipation curl low in his stomach when she turned back to him. It was lucky she couldn't see him through his helmet, as Hiccup felt his hunger would be written all over his face.
Hiccup was about to leave when he felt a broad arm grab around him, their other hand switching off his bike as he was pulled away. Helmet yanked off, Hiccup found himself face to face with Dagur.
"I thought I made myself very clear you were to stay away from Astrid."
"You were-"
Dagur pressed his forearm into Hiccup's throat - he was a couple inches shorter than Hiccup, but twice his width and every inch of it muscle.
"Then why are you here?"
It took the redhead a second to realise Hiccup couldn't answer if he couldn't breathe, skin sweating copiously beneath leather as he fought to suck in air when Dagur let go.
"I gave her a ride home after she was done volunteering. With my mother."
"And the other night? Don't! Lie. I saw you!"
"That was a mistake. She kissed me, I left. You saw me go!"
They were in a shady corner, so Hiccup had little hope of rescue when he heard doors opening, then a car starting. Then the car's headlights illuminated them, and he caught Astrid and Heather coming toward them from said vehicle.
"Dagur, what are you doing?"
"Reminding this guy of my warning."
Astrid and Heather both dragged Dagur off him, staring at Heather's brother with expectation while Hiccup tried to breathe again. Fuck, Dagur was strong.
"What warning?"
"I told him I would hurt him if he touched Astrid. He didn't listen."
"You did what? Dagur, I'm not a child!"
"To him you are. I could turn him in, but I won't because I know that would piss both of you off-"
"I don't want to hear it. Leave Dagur."
"But-"
"Go! In fact... Heather? Take him to get the pizza? Here."
Astrid handed Heather money, and the dark haired girl dragged her protesting brother away to the car. Clearly he wouldn't dream of using his brawn against his sister.
"I'm sorry Hiccup. Come inside, I need to take a look at you."
"No. I'm fine. And he was right."
Astrid wouldn't take no for an answer, dragging him to her home and placing him on a low bar stool in her kitchen, turning on a bright light and tilting his slightly dizzy head this way and that with such tender fingers he almost moaned.
"You'll have a bruise in the morning. I'm so sorry, if I had known Dagur would-"
"Astrid, it's not your fault. Dagur is a grown man, he makes his own choices."
The otherwise silent room made for an intensity he couldn't have anticipated when Astrid looked at him, pink lips tightening in thought and looking so kissable.
"Does that mean you chose to kiss me back?"
Her fingers still rested on his neck, which no longer seemed to hurt. There was barely six inches between their faces, and it was growing incrementally smaller as Hiccup's heart pounded in his chest.
"Yes."
Astrid's breath caught in her throat, her lips pressing to his with a heat he couldn't have prepared for if he tried. He stumbled upright to lose the awkward balancing act of not moving his seat, Astrid's response to wrap her arms around his neck and his made their way to her waist, not realising they were moving until Astrid's back met a wall and his fingers were met with the same pressure.
He turned her around, unable to talk to her face right now with it's flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, hearing her whimper in an unbelievably erotic manner as he pressed against her back, wrapped his fingers around her slim hips.
"You have no idea how much you test my self control."
Astrid whimpered again as he pressed his mouth to the back of her neck, pushing back on him and he groaned into her skin as her ass rubbed his painfully constrained groin. He needed to stop, but Astrid wasn't making any effort to slow him down and he wanted her so much.
Footsteps outside her front door were all that separated them, both panting and trying not to look at each other as her mother came five seconds from catching Hiccup and Astrid in a compromising position.
"Oh, I didn't realise you had company Astrid."
Looking rather too calm and collected for someone who was ravaging his mouth minutes before, Astrid smiled at her mom and spoke offhandedly.
"He came off his bike, I was just checking he was ok. Heather's gone out for pizza, so I'm going over to study."
Just like that Astrid grabbed him by the wrist and he left with a confused stare from mother Hofferson as she obviously tried to recognise him. Hiccup barely remembered to grab his helmet as Astrid as she pulled him along, staggering outside still so hard it hurt to walk.
"You need to go. Dagur will be back with Heather soon and I need to murder him in private."
Hiccup knew he had to go anyway, before he cracked completely as Astrid looked up at him with those big blue eyes that made him shiver.
"Right."
Astrid considered him, biting her lip and only the fact they were out on the street stopped him kissing her. Again.
"Are you alright to drive?"
"Fine. It's not too far anyway. I'll uh. Yeah. Bye."
Hiccup would have ran if his leg wasn't aching, but thankfully it wasn't his kick-start leg that was half-useless. Instead he had to awkwardly walk down the path with a still-wanting erection and Astrid's taste on his lips.
There was no words of "forget it happened" or "never again" this time, and that scared as much as thrilled Hiccup as he prepared to ride away. Astrid headed down a few doors to where presumably Heather lived - and where Hiccup almost died at Dagur's hand - and waited. He saw the car pulling down the road and knew Astrid would be fine, having to think of how disappointed his mother would be to soften his cock so he could think straight to get home.
The trip wasn't nearly long enough to prepare as he put his bike away, mouth tingling and neck aching to match his stiff leg as he hobbled into the house. His mother was waiting, not catching his injured neck as Hiccup started to take his boots off by the door.
"Hiccup. Are you seeing somebody?"
Oh gods. No reprieve then.
"What makes you say that?"
She cleared her throat, and Hiccup's cheeks burned when he saw her indicating what he knew were Cami's discarded briefs. Red, lacy briefs. Oops.
"Oh."
"Now, I'm fairly certain these aren't Astrid's. They are too big, and she was with me all afternoon. However, I would like to know why they aren't at least confined to your bedroom."
"Well, Cami is a little impatient to-"
"Bertha's daughter Cami? Never mind, I don't want to hear any more. Except... when did you start dating?"
Hiccup wanted the earth to open up and swallow him. Sweating nervously, he began to take off his jacket.
"It's more of a casual thing. Which she initiated, by the way. We're both on the same-"
"Hiccup! What happened neck?"
Forgetting that he would get a wicked bruise, Hiccup gulped.
"It's... I'll explain when I get changed, I'm sweating in these."
He made as quick an exit as one could on his naff leg, getting to his room and sighing. He peeled off his leathers, thinking in circles. He could lie and say Cami did it during energetic sex, and that he was out dropping her home. But... he didn't want to lie to his mother. It felt wrong.
There was every chance she would see right through him if he tried anyway.
Dressed in pyjama bottoms and a baggy tunic-style thing his mother had made him, Hiccup stepped into slippers, grabbed his muscle rub and went back out to her.
"You're limping too. Were you in a fight?"
"My legs been hurting all day, that's why I have this."
Hiccup dropped heavily into a seat, rolling his trouser leg up and starting to rub the soothing ointment in to his skin.
"So what happened to your neck?"
"Do you promise to hear me out until I'm finished?"
She eyed him suspiciously, but nodded.
"Alright. Cami was here earlier, and she told me to go and apologise to Astrid. Because she assumed I had a girlfriend today after seeing evidence of Cami last night" gods, he wanted to die admitting that to his mother, he sounded like a sex hound "so I went to offer her a lift home so I could make sure she wasn't feeling guilty. When I waited to see her get into her house safely, Dagur came to... talk."
Hiccup had to stop and grit his teeth as he found a particularly sore spot, and Valka jumped in.
"Did he do that to you?"
"You promised to hear me out."
She huffed, crossing her arms and gesturing that he continue.
"Basically, last week he came to... warn me off Astrid. Then he may have seen us on Monday. He was just being protective, she's best friends with his little sister and he takes care of her like a big brother. It won't be repeated, Astrid and Heather saw to that."
He really hoped she didn't ask what happened next. There was no explaining that.
"Hiccup, he should be arrested!"
"No! Mom, he was trying to look out for her. I can't fault him for that."
She wasn't happy, he could see.
"If that bruise is any worse tomorrow, you can call in sick for work. Maybe call Cami to come take care of you."
She left him blinking in confusion, menthol cooling on his leg. Of course she would encourage his thing with Cami - it meant he wasn't going to go near Astrid.
In her mind at least. Hiccup wasn't so sure anymore.
-HTTYD-
Ok, I really need to go work on Things We Do For Love. So... might lose the daily updates from here on out. We'll see. I'm terrible at following my word.