YaAz97 - don't lose sleep! It'll still be there tomorrow!
BrawlerGamer - theres more of these? I never looked, this came off a prompt.
FuntasticMe - oh ok, what was the request? *curious* and yes, the story is a little... warmer!
DyingSunlight - have you not been paying attention? All angst! Haha
-HTTYD-
Astrid was going to have to send Hiccup a bill sometime, for all the underwear he ruined with his panty-wetting smiles and hot kisses. And fuck Astrid hated her mother for interrupting them, the phantom feel of his erection digging into her still fizzing against her skin. He placed that kiss on her neck and Astrid was still shaking; dragging herself over to Heather's house when she was barely holding back from fucking Hiccup like a woman possessed.
Gods, she needed to have him.
But she couldn't.
And the bastard himself was getting laid anyway while Astrid was just progressively more sexually frustrated. If she wasn't careful she was going to drag him into a store cupboard or alleyway and fuck him stupid.
Dagur scuttled off when Astrid growled in warning, tearing into the pizza with angry vigour at the disruption of she and her leather-clad and sinfully sexual professor. Why couldn't her mother have been ten minutes later? By then Hiccup would have been in her bed.
"So... what happened?"
"He's gonna have a wicked bruise tomorrow."
"Nice try, but I know something else went on. You have that look."
Astrid glared across the pizza box at Heather, turning on her CD player and locking her bedroom door to make sure Dagur wasn't listening in.
"You have to swear this goes no further."
Heather leaned in with hungry eyes, ravenous for the gossip.
"Spill!"
"What I was going to tell you before Dagur tried to murder our teacher was that when he gave me a ride home-"
"On his motorcycle? Or..."
"Funny. Yes, on his bike after volunteering. We uh... we kissed "
Heather gasped, pizza frozen half way to her mouth as she listened in total rapture.
"How was it?"
"Unbelievable. Gods, best kiss ever." Astrid allowed herself a second of remembering "But Dagur caught us!"
"Oh. And he had already tried to warn Haddock off... that's why he tried to kill him."
"He assaulted our teacher for something nobody can know happened! That's so bad Heather!"
Heather frowned, biting into her pizza and chewing thoughtfully. She swallowed, took a swig of cola and then jumped straight for the kill.
"What happened tonight?"
"Put it this way... if my mom hadn't come home I wouldn't be here yet. But I would be in a much better mood."
"You kissed him again? Astrid!"
"I know, but... he's so damn attractive! I just wish I could just have him once, get it out of my system. It's all the anticipation and tension that's getting to me."
"You really think you would be satisfied with just once?"
"No idea, but I'm very interested in conducting a study to find out."
"I don't remember the "A Professor's Cock: Up Close" assignment."
Astrid choked on her pizza at Heather's crass remark, smirking at Astrid's reaction whilst sucking at the straw in her drink.
"It's personal."
"For extra credit?"
Rolling her eyes, Astrid wiped her hand and mouth on a napkin and flopped onto Heather's bed, sighing in frustration.
"Ugh, I wish I could just drop his class and kidnap him."
Heather snorted into her hand, trying not to spit out a mouthful of garlic bread.
"You could drop his class... it's not like you love Mechanics."
"I kinda do. I see why he gets so animated about it, how everything has to go together just right to work, but then how rewarding it is.. what?"
"Oh gods. You like him. Don't you?"
"I thought we established this. I've been eye-sexing him for months."
Astrid felt her heart quicken. How could Heather tell her feelings were changing because Astrid sort of liked playing with engines now?
"No, I mean more than you wanna find out if he's a boxers or briefs guy before sucking him off. You wanna date him, for real!"
Astrid sighed, rubbing a hand over her face in exasperation.
"I don't know. I probably wouldn't mind, but that could be my sex drive talking."
They finished the food, Astrid only finding relief from rampant hormones when she was too full of junk food to even think about sex. Bloated and slightly uncomfortable, Astrid left to walk home, throwing another venomous glare at Dagur on her way through Heather's home before she walked the few steps, found her mother sleeping in front of the tv again and covered her with a blanket. Then she went upstairs, not looking at the kitchen wall Hiccup had pressed her in to and barely managed to brush her teeth before crawling into bed.
She was off college that day, spending the morning attempting homework while absolutely not feeling the searing heat of Hiccup's mouth on her neck again. Finally finished with her English and Psychology essays, Astrid looked at her mechanics essay, sighed and then jumped in surprise when her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Astrid! Heather said you were free today?"
"I am, yeah. Need me in?"
"Absolutely. My usual lunchtime girl has let me down and only you can keep up!"
Chuckling, Astrid promised Heather's mother she would be along soon and hunted out her work clothes. At least all that sexual frustration could go into pounding some bread dough into oblivion. If she finished early enough, Astrid decided she would take a loaf of the pumpkin seed loaf Valka said she loved over as an apology for Hiccup getting assaulted by Dagur.
"Did someone anger you darling?"
Heather's mother peeked in when Astrid was finishing up some dainty icing for the lunchtime sugar fiends, seeing the bread dough already beaten down.
"No, why?"
"Well... you've done twice as much bread dough as usual."
Her cheeks coloured; maybe Astrid had been venting a lot on the bread.
"Alright. Boy trouble, but it's alright now. Bread is the best stress relief... is there any pumpkin seed loaves around?"
"A few. Why? Want one?"
Astrid nodded, carrying out the tray of cupcakes to load into the front cabinets. It was the only time she was out in the front of house, and she was very glad she already put the cakes down when the the little bell rang as the door permitted another customer. Else she might have dropped the tray.
Hiccup - with a scarf wound around his neck - stepped into the bakery, a tall and curvy blonde girl at his side. Aside from the hair colour, his 'friend' and Astrid looked nothing alike. She wasn't sure if that was telling or not. He caught sight of her - covered in flour, wearing an apron (thank Odin she had taken off the hairnet) and he was in those criminally tight black jeans, with a crimson t-shirt that made his eyes stand out and Astrid wanted to drag him into the back room, grab some icing and-
"Astrid? The ovens beeping "
Jolted out of her staring, Astrid turned and all but ran out of sight of Hiccup and his presumably-friend-with-benefits. She pulled the tray of freshly baked muffins out of the oven, wanting to take her fist and smash them to bits as fresh heat coursed through her veins. Stupid attractive bastard.
She hid out for a good ten minutes in the back room carefully wrapping the muffins in their papery cases, then ensured she cleaned all the flour from her face and hair before she ventured out, just in case he and his lady friend stayed to eat in. They had, and when they saw Astrid come back out, she could have sworn the female sent Hiccup over to say something to her. Awkwardly hovering at the side of the counter, Astrid couldn't make herself leave.
"How's your uh, your neck?"
"It's ok. Looks worse than it is, but mom insisted I call in sick. I only had one class today... don't tell on me."
His smirk gave her butterflies, the double meaning not lost on her.
"Your secret is safe with me. I uh, need to get back in there before we run out of Berserk Bitesizes, so..."
Hiccup reached out subtly, leaving some paper tightly folded next to an empty plate.
"See you tomorrow?"
"Depends if you come by the land of the owls later."
That cemented Astrid's decision to go see Valka with bread later, reaching for the empty plate and picking up the paper Hiccup slipped her as she slid back into the back room, heart pounding. Checking Heather's mom was nowhere near and nothing was in danger of burning, she opened up the note
This was all Cami's idea, because she's evil enough to be encouraging us.
Don't text me during class, it's too obvious.
Below was a phone number, and Astrid was barely able to force herself to wait to use it as the oven beeped again. She shoved the note into her trouser pocket, pulling out the brownies and flapjack trays to dice into even squares, each one streaked with a haphazard mix of coloured, flavoured stripes of icing.
Hiccup and (she assumed) Cami were gone when she went back out, but it didn't matter; they had done what they came for. When the lunchtime rush was over and nothing was waiting to be pulled from the oven, Astrid was allowed to leave - with the promised pumpkin seed loaf and her days money.
"Thanks for bailing me out Astrid!"
"No problem, I was bored anyway but I have plans for the afternoon, so I gotta get going. Everything's going to be baked in time for you to have it all out for dinner rush."
"Astrid, you're an angel. Thank you "
She typed and saved Hiccup's number (as Fury, she wasn't crazy enough to put 'hot professor') with shaking fingers in the changing room still in the bakery, sending a simple "was that Cami with you?" to give Hiccup her number, and also to ensure it was definitely him and not a prank.
Astrid headed straight for the Nature Centre; she had left her volunteering clothes in her locker before and didn't really want to trudge home. There was no bike outside, no biker boots in the locker room but Astrid did have an answer from Hiccup on her phone.
"Yep. She's both the angel and the devil on my shoulders."
"I can't talk for a while, think your mother might notice."
That was Astrid's rather unsubtle way of saying she was already there before him, clutching her bread like a prize as she went to the staff room hoping to find Valka on lunch while Sven's cousin Waldo was doing the vet checks of the day. She did, unsure how to feel with the look in the woman's eyes.
"I had a shift at the bakery today and Heather's mom let me have this."
Her wide green eyes lit up when she saw it, and Astrid mused she may have found the second best way to Valka's heart; the first was to win over Cloudjumper.
"You brought this over for me?"
"Yep. Consider it a thank you for... teaching me about baby owls."
And giving birth to the most beautiful man to grace the planet. Damnit, get a grip Astrid.
"Well, I appreciate it greatly. Thank you Astrid."
"Also, I'm very sorry about Dagur. He's been sufficiently yelled at, I promise."
Valka's lips pursed, but she nodded.
"Hiccup explained. Big brother instincts in overdrive. Not that I was thrilled to see the bruising."
"I told him if he tried something like that again I would kill him myself, and Heather's been cold-shouldering him all day."
"Hm. You may not get the chance if he goes near my son again."
Astrid believed her. They let it slide from conversation as Valka placed the bread in the fridge with a "touch on pain of being slowly fed to Drago and Cloudjumper" note stuck on top of it.
"Ready to get to it?"
"Lead the way."
Hiccup managed to look successfully surprised to see her that day, the first time their paths had actually crossed for 'work' rather than late evening or during college. There was zero doubt Valka kept a close watch on them, leaving Astrid wondering if the woman could feel the tension crackling in the air between teacher and student. Still, it allowed for a more playful, joking atmosphere as the three worked, relaxing and comfortable despite the hard work.
"I don't approve."
"Of what? Me not letting her walk home alone at night?"
Astrid shamelessly eavesdropped, hearing Valka and Hiccup argue that evening while she was changing.
"After the last two times? First the... incident, and then the fight with Dagur?"
"That won't happen, and Dagur made his point. Mom, you raised a gentleman and I'm taking her home."
Attempting to look busy and unaware, Astrid jumped in surprise when both Haddock's made an "oh!" sound of surprise finding her still putting on a clean t-shirt.
"Didn't mean to intrude-"
"It's fine. I'm not shy."
Finished dressing, Astrid turned to find a leather clad Hiccup holding out his helmet she had already worn twice in three days.
"Your chariot awaits."
"Aren't chariots usually driven with horses? Or cats? Not... Haddocks."
"Touche. You want to walk home little miss sarcasm?"
"Nope. Lead the way Haddock."
Astrid couldn't exactly say Valka's concerns were unfounded; Hiccup stopped halfway to her home, both pulling off their helmets to kiss hungrily in the shadows cast by a high-walled industrial estate. She had forgone lip balm for a reason - no smears. Hiccup's hot mouth swallowed her needy whimpers as he pressed her into the cold brick wall, barely retaining enough sense not to beg him to take her there and then.
"Come on, my mother will be timing this trip."
Drunk off his kiss, Astrid was a little dazed as Hiccup led her back to the bike, driving her home rather more innocently and neither dared risk being caught by Dagur again when they were on her street. Astrid waited until he messaged her, not risking his phone going off while he was driving or talking to his mother. Eventually, the little block of plastic buzzed.
"I don't like lying to my mother, but she would never approve."
"I told Heather last night. She didn't encourage me, but I wouldn't say she discouraged me either."
"Anybody else I should worry can lose me my job?"
"Simmer down now, Heather wouldn't do that to me. I wouldn't have told her if I didn't trust her."
Waiting for his reply, Astrid felt giddy and probably a little dopey, lips still tingling from his kiss and the flutters of anticipation between messages.
"I suppose you know her better than I do."
"You told someone else about me too, but I'm assuming she won't tell anyone?"
"Cami? Nope. So long as while I'm single, she's on my to do list. Her words, not mine."
"She sounds interesting. I noticed you seem to have a thing for blondes."
Astrid wondered if he would agree if she told him to sneak out and come over. Probably not. She could dream. They texted - fairly innocently - for a little while longer before Hiccup begged off to sleep, as he needed to be well rested to be safe on the roads. Grumbling to herself, Astrid let him.
Still, she counted it as a win to have his number. He actively went out of his way to give it to her where neither his mother nor anyone at the college would see, and that gave Astrid butterflies all by itself. Heather's earlier words came back with a vengeance; did she want more than just a quick lay from him?
Yes.
But wanting to have him on a base, primal level was bad enough. Astrid didn't want feelings creeping in and making it complicated. She couldn't shake the image of him saying "love you" to his mother on the phone, or of him cradling a tiny baby rabbit like it was fragile glass. His joyful laugh, his eyes full of light and happiness when his mother said something funny. The way he got so excited talking about building up cars, taking care of his Night Fury.
Even the picture he showed her of him playing with a huge three legged, gummy dog apparently called Toothless had given her a little flutter, as he was clearly soppy as hell for the canine. Astrid couldn't resist a cute dog, and Hiccup showing her that was practically a deal-maker. Damn him.
Why did he have to be a teacher? Sure, she could wait until she finished college... but that sounded a long time away and they clearly wanted each other now. Knowing how it felt to kiss him was just a temptation too far. She was addicted to it already, craved more of his intoxicating smell and the scrape of stubble against her chin.
And... that was another set of underwear ruined because of Hiccup. Damnit.
-HTTYD-
Oh look, I lied. Have another daily update! Haha