BrawlerGamer - oh aye, Cami knows that but she still wants the Hiccup while she can get it.

Karate Koala - I do apologise for that, but it's actually a difficult thing to amend! It's not about how fast I go, I type on a smart phone and it's a case of autocorrect, this weird thing where my keypad fills spaces with full stops (which FF net then erases both words) and I'm a chronic insomniac who is frequently sleep deprived, so I can't actually see my screen that well. So... I do try to keep on top of spelling errors, but it's gonna happen.

CajunBear73 - sorry, what did you mean?

FuntasticMe - I think you'll probably like this chapter then.

-HTTYD-

"Tell me something about you."

Cami may be a genius. Or a lunatic. He wasn't sure. Hiccup was fast becoming one of those people who snatched up his phone as soon as it vibrated.

"Like what?"

"Surprise me."

Hiccup sighed, chewing on his lip as he thought of something that could surprise Astrid.

"I didn't want to be a mechanic when I was little."

"What did you want to be?"

"A dragon."

He wondered if she would believe him; he was being deadly serious. Hiccup used to pull his jackets or blankets up behind him, pretending they were dragon wings. His brutal discovery that he couldn't fly had resulted in the scar on his leg. He'd needed repeated surgeries to loosen the scar up as he grew, but it was too deep to simply excise and close up thinner. Hiccup was mostly just glad it didn't stop him riding a motorcycle, and that he hadn't actually lost his leg.

"Oh, ok then. I wanted to be an axe maiden when I was a kid. I settled for archery lessons instead."

Their texts were almost never flirtatious now. The worst of that had been Astrid's text saying she wished he wore his leathers to class. Hiccup almost did.

"Should I be concerned for my safety?"

"Only if I'm armed."

Hiccup wasn't sure what to do with that, knowing Astrid already knew Hiccup was still 'seeing' Cami and hoping she didn't come at him with an axe. Or a bow and arrow.

"I better sleep. Got a stressful class tomorrow."

"You better not be talking about the one I'm in!"

"You ever tried to teach a ninety minute class with a hard on?"

"Do you know I have to bring fresh underwear when I have your class?"

Hiccup suddenly felt very warm. Astrid was blatantly saying she was so aroused because of him she had to change. He wasn't used to the idea of having such an effect on anybody. Even with how powerfully Astrid reacted when they were stealing kisses on his way to take her home, grabbing his hair and gasping into his mouth...

He sighed, feeling his pyjama bottoms tent again. Astrid had quite the potent effect on him too. Hiccup hadn't had to jerk off so much since he was a teenage virgin; and since he was still seeing Cami that really said something.

Astrid had had his phone number for two weeks now, and Hiccup was starting to move past guilt and nerves when worried about getting caught, to butterflies and letting his mother assume he was texting Cami. He didn't tell her that, just let her assume. Hiccup did feel guilty lying to his mom. She wasn't trying to make him unhappy; she was trying to stop him losing his job and being pegged as a teacher who went after students.

But Astrid was a dangerous addiction, and Hiccup was already completely hooked.

One of the things Hiccup knew about Astrid was that she didn't wear skirts. Always jeans or combat shorts. So he absolutely knew it had to be aimed at him when she wore one the next day, giving him the unimpeded view of her cute green briefs when he was sat at his desk. And since he was sporting an erection, Hiccup couldn't get up.

"Miss Hofferson, no phones in class."

"I'm checking my calculator isn't wrong sir, I didn't trust the answer it gave me."

Hiccup felt his own phone buzz in his pocket and immediately knew she was lying, but it wasn't like he could call her out as she slipped her phone back in her bag. Under guise of a dropped pen (gods he was so cliche) Hiccup managed to open the message.

"Enjoying the view?"

His mouth went dry and his aching cock twitched. Astrid was admitting it was all to tempt him, and he knew the same thing she did. Something had to give.

"Miss Hofferson, stay behind after class."

He forgot Heather knew something was going on, reminded in her widened eyes when he spoke. However, it seemed there had been some evolution in Heather's thing with Justin (Astrid had spent an hour lamenting how much her best friend went on about the boy over texts last week) as she left with the large blond boy. Astrid stayed in her seat until the classroom emptied, packing her things away calmly until they were alone.

Then she was across the room in record time, leant against the corner of his desk with one leg crossed over the other. Her skirt wasn't that short, but the position of her legs meant the dark red material rode up higher on her muscled thighs. Hiccup forced himself to look her in the eye, but stayed sat down lest he cave into the desire to kiss her tempting lips. Her eyes still raked down his body, finding his groin and smirking.

"You wanted to see me sir?"

"Astrid, you can't do stuff like this during college. The minute this starts changing how we are in class, it's gone too far."

Her smirk fell, followed by a sigh and a nod.

"I know. I'm just very frustrated. It's alright for you, you've got Cami."

Hiccup rubbed the bridge of his nose, knowing she was fairly accurate there. Cami was, somehow, perfectly fine to take the brunt of Hiccup's sexual frustrations because of Astrid, so long as she was getting sex herself and he was honest about it. It was cathartic, and Cami was brilliant. He wondered if he could have seen her in a deeper light if Astrid hadn't invaded his brain at the vulnerable point of escaping the weight of his dads expectations.

"Is that what this is about? You want... more?"

"Are you telling me you don't?"

"It's not easy. My mother is watching for anything even remotely suspicious."

Astrid sighed again, crossing her arms and Hiccup tried not to notice how it pushed up her breasts.

"So is Heather."

Not really thinking it through, Hiccup's mouth jumped ahead of his brain.

"Are you free Friday night?"

"I can be."

"I'll let you know the plan. You have ID, right?"

Astrid bit her lip, nodding.

"Good."

He made Astrid leave before the arousal both were feeling drove them to madness. Astrid turned back when she reached the door, catching Hiccup checking out her backside and winking.

"See you later professor."

She left, and Hiccup fell back in his seat with a deep sigh as he scrubbed a hand over his face. Being around Astrid and his mother when he was intending to lie to said mother so he could get time with Astrid away from seeing eyes and constant suspicions. He already knew what his plan was if he was honest; it had been building in his brain, waiting for him to look.

Astrid was at the Nature Centre not twenty minutes after Hiccup, mercifully out of that skirt that had driven him to distraction for over an hour earlier. Valka still watched them closely, but they were learning to be careful and now there was a promise of more, Astrid wasn't doing her utmost to drive him crazy.

Cami wasn't sure he wasn't already crazy though. Hiccup explained it to her when he got to her place (after Astrid demanded her heated kisses as part of her ride home) that evening, carrying the requisite offering of food.

"Are you hoping I'll be your cover?"

"Uh, kind of? I was just gonna tell mom I was spending the night here. You don't have to cover for me if you don't want to though."

Cami slurped at her milkshake, now at her sexual half-time snack stage, and thought about it.

"You're going to do it anyway, and since I encouraged you... It's ok. I doubt your mother is going to really look into it, and I can always go out and amuse myself for the night."

"Thanks Cami. Most people would be threatening to turn me in-"

"Which wouldn't change a thing. You like her. She likes you. Consenting adults yadda yadda ya."

Cami finished her drink, then bent down, lifted a loudly protesting Hiccup over her shoulder and carried him back to her bed. Damn, she was strong.

Friday felt like it took forever to come along, especially when Hiccup was gearing up to lie to his mother. Astrid patiently waited for Hiccup to give her information, though when they were stealing those few minutes together as he took her home on Friday were full of anything but patience.

"Anything I should know about tomorrow?"

"Uh. Wear sensible shoes?"

Astrid quirked an eyebrow, laughing quietly and the sound made his heart flutter in his chest.

"I only own sensible shoes."

"I'm working with mom tomorrow after college, so you'll have to wait until I'm on my way to get you to hear off me."

"I finish early and gotta go work for my mom anyway. I'll be done by six, so I'll be ready."

Knowing they were pushing it, Hiccup still didn't fight Astrid kissing him again, pressing the length of her body against his and softly whimpering in the back of her throat.

"Come on, we're already late."

"Spoilsport."

That night was long on both of them, the undercurrent of need clear as day in the messages they exchanged. Astrid was openly confused when Hiccup told her to bring warm clothes, asking if he was planning to hide them somewhere up a mountain.

"Just trust me?"

"Promise no mountains?"

"Promise."

"I trust you."

Subtly managing to pack his saddlebag, Hiccup spent the day feeling anticipation thrumming under his skin. Astrid was no better, fidgety and distracted during class according to his colleagues in the staff room at lunch.

"I know the look" Mala, Astrid's English teacher, piped up over her fruit tea "she's got a date tonight."

Hiccups drink fell out of his hand, sending coffee all over the floor as he cursed and apologised in the same breath, sucking his burnt fingers.

"You ok Haddock?"

"Yeah, cup slipped. Hand me the paper towels?"

Mulch, the short and stout Biology professor, tossed Hiccup the packet and he knelt down, cleaning up the puddle of brown liquid. He sincerely hoped he didn't have such a 'look' about him, or there would be trouble.

"I thought ye had a bum leg, not a bum hand!"

"Thanks Mulch. Everybody drops stuff sometimes."

Stomach full of knots and butterflies, he barely managed to finish his lunch. Mala kindly made him fresh coffee, and Hiccup sat in awkward silence for the rest of the break while the others talked about students dating. Teachers were, surprisingly, the worst gossips. Even harder than subtly ignoring the discussion of whether Eret or Jorgenson were more Astrid's type, was going to work with his mother that afternoon.

"Are you still going to spend the night at Cami's son?"

Currently holding a juvenile sheep to try and weigh it, Hiccup was almost caught off guard by the question.

"Uh, yeah. Why?"

"Just curious. How's Bjorn doing?"

"Wriggly. But... yep, he's gaining weight again."

"Excellent news!"

Hiccup marked the information down on the clipboard, brushing straw and Thor-knows-what-else off himself. Bjorn had stopped gaining weight a month or so back, worrying them with his stunted growth. Now he was catching up again, lessening their worry greatly.

"Is Astrid not coming by today?"

"Nope, I think she said she was working with her mother when I asked her."

Seeing the slight suspicions of her wondering when he could have asked her that, Hiccup tried not to look too guilty.

"When was this?"

"Yesterday. When I was dropping her home."

"Hmm. No more accidents I trust?"

Given that every kiss had been absolutely intentional, he wasn't technically lying.

"No. I just make sure she gets home mom, that's all."

"You ought to leave early, go home and clean up before you go see your girlfriend."

"Mom, she's not my girlfriend."

He was adamant about correcting that view, not wanting his mother to start planning a future where big-boobied Bertha was her sister in law or something. That was a scary thought. Cami was one thing... having Bertha as a mother-in-law was horrifying to contemplate.

"Whatever you say son. Once you're done with the sheep, you can go."

Hiccup made a show of protesting, but his mother shooed him out by six thirty. Hiccup took the offered time, heading home to shower and shave. His hair refused to do what he wanted, but Astrid had seen his helmet hair many times over now. He needed to be gone before his mother left, so Hiccup quickly ate some leftovers from the fridge, got back on his bike and headed out to 'set up' before he went to get Astrid.

When it got dark out, Hiccup sent Astrid a message.

"On my way."

His heart was pounding with nerves. If they got caught, that was it. But he couldn't help it; the sexual tension was too strong now. His phone buzzed as he finished zipping up his jacket, holding his gloves in one hand to open her text with the other.

"I'll be waiting."

Astrid was giddy as could be, telling her mother she was off to stay at her old school friend 'Cami's' house and leaving the house. She walked the long way around to the back road so as not to pass Heather's house - she had Heather's word not to say anything, but her best friend absolutely didn't approve, and Astrid didn't want Dagur seeing her.

Hiccup pulled up and got off his bike, taking her bag and holding out 'her' helmet. It was good she trusted it to be him, as she couldn't see through his helmet as he tucked her bag into a saddlebag, then kicked the bike back into life and they zipped pff. Her butterflies was in full force, not having much of an idea where they were going but trusting him like he asked.

They went for about twenty minutes in a direction Hiccup had never taken her before, pulling up outside what she could only say was a field surrounded by barbed wire. Hiccup climbed off his bike and left his helmet on the saddle, Astrid taking hers off to watch him curiously.

"Ok, I'm trusting you but I do want to know where we are."

"We're not there yet. Hang on" he used his phone as a torch, finding a part of the fence that peeled backwards "pass me your stuff. Anything you need, take out now."

Astrid pulled her bag out, handing Hiccup her bag of what she supposed was sleep gear. She wasn't really expecting to need it, but he insisted.

"I'll be five minutes. I'll explain when I get back."

Just like that, he vanished into long grass and only the rustling sounds he made gave away where he was. Astrid was left feeling slightly odd as she sat on an empty path outside the field, but Hiccup wasn't gone that long.

"Ok, explain."

Making sure the fence looked perfectly back in place, Hiccup straightened up.

"My grandfather owns this farm. If you have ever seen my dad, you'll know why there's nobody daring to mess about here. Ready to go?"

Astrid nodded, but Hiccup seemed to realise they had a moment and pulled her close, kissing her until her knees threatened to give out. Pressed between the bike and his leather-clad body, Astrid would have happily had him there and then. They pulled apart, sharing ragged breaths for a few minutes before he stepped away to put on his helmet.

"Let's get going."

Grumbling, Astrid agreed and waited for him to get back in the saddle, then clung on to his lean body as he drove them off. Not frequently into getting drunk, Astrid didn't go on 'nights out' all that much, but Hiccup insisted. She supposed it was an utterly anonymous place for them to spend time together, and when Astrid asked Hiccup what the point was, his murmured answer gave her shivers.

"Consider it foreplay."

The bastard walked off for her to follow, angrily showing her ID to the doorman who scarcely even looked at it before waving her in with a lecherous look at her chest. Creep. Hiccup checked helmets and jacket into the cloakroom leaving him in a slimfit t-shirt and leather trousers, then boldly took her hand and pulled her along to the bar.

"Why professor, are you encouraging me to get drunk?"

"No, but if you must, I'll be responsible and keep an eye on you."

He had better have more than eyes on her, Astrid thought to herself as he handed her the beer she wanted (unlike Heather, Astrid hated fruity, sweet drinks) and collected his own soft drink. If they weren't breaking multiple rules, they could have been mistaken for being on a perfectly ordinary date.

Hiccup kept his gaze on her the whole time, waiting for her to finish her drink and leaving Astrid feeling exposed as he undressed her with his eyes. The electricity between them didn't dull for a second as they melded into the crowd on the dancefloor. Not that Astrid danced.

Astrid didn't understand why Hiccup had called it foreplay until then. He wasted no time in kissing her regardless of the hundred other people around them, his hands on her hips stroking the band of skin exposed between her jeans and t-shirt and gods it felt good to have him touch her at last. There was shockingly little actual dancing going on, more some not-so-subtle groping of her ass under the cover of music, his noticeable erection digging into her stomach and sending thrills through her.

Hiccup went one further, turning her around and biting softly at the top of her spine, pulling her back against him and reminding her of when he had pinned her to the wall in her kitchen. Fuck, she needed him so badly. His fingers slipped under her t-shirt for a minute, raising goosebumps on heated skin with his rough, well-worked fingers.

Astrid had imagined what he would be like during sex hundreds of times. Would his voice go deeper? Would he be vocal or quiet? Would he be lazy or as energetic as he appeared during class? Was he as good with his hands as she thought?

Yet Astrid had honestly never expected he was secretly able to reduce her to a puddle of goo without a word, with just a few sweeps of fingers over what Astrid hadn't thought of as sensitive places. His mouth sucked a bruise into her skin and Astrid felt it pulse, knowing she would have to be mindful of covering it for days now and hating the dart of arousal she got from that.

He dragged out that torture for what felt like forever, dipping his fingers just below the band of her jeans or just up beneath her shirt, sometimes kissing her senseless and other times leaving hot kisses across the back of her neck and shoulders. Astrid could hardly breathe, legs shaking and her pants and jeans probably completely ruined. Finally, he leant down and spoke hotly against her ear.

"Ready to get out of here?"

"Gods, yes!"

His mouth curled in a smirk, the wait to get his stuff from the cloakroom almost more than she could take. When Hiccup took her back to that farm, they had to actually get his bike through the fence too and Astrid now knew why Hiccup had said wear sensible shoes. Heather would have worn heels on a date, and broken her neck creeping through the field in mostly-darkness, trusting Hiccup to not get her lost.

The place he led her to was a little odd. A rather small, dilapidated looking wooden thing with peeling paint.

"Is this a barn?"

"Looks can be deceiving."

Hiccup had her close her eyes before she went in, feeling rather daft but not complaining as he took her hand and led her in. He fumbled about in the dark, then spoke again.

"Ok, you can look."

Artificial light illuminated the space, giving her a surprise as it struggled to chase away the shadows in the far corners.

"Wow. Ok, wasn't expecting that."

Astrid could only describe it as a teenage boys bedroom. Posters of motorcycles, an actual bed and even a TV and games console, a desk and books and drawings she recognised in Hiccup's hand. He put his bike in a patch on the floor that it obviously always went, judging by rubber marks and dark oil stains.

"My grandpa let me set this up for when I needed to get away from my dad as a teenager. I come out here sometimes for a breather. I... I've never brought anyone here before."

Something warm tingled in her chest, but Astrid didn't dare dwell on it as Hiccup shrugged off his leather jacket and hung it on his desk chair, then turned back to Astrid.

"What's it run on?"

"Mini generator from the nearby machine house no longer in use. So I used to share my power with some electronic cow milker. My grandpa is getting on a bit and can't farm anymore, but he still owns the land."

Curiosity soon drowned out by the arousal still heating her blood, Astrid grabbed hold of his stupidly messy hair and kissed him. Hiccup went willingly, barely a minute passing before they ended up on the bed. Astrid almost questioned how clean the place was as he pressed her into the soft bedding, but Hiccup obviously thought of her concerns.

"I came here before I went and got you. Bed is cleanest it's been in months."

"Mmm."

Happy there wouldn't be some family of spiders living in month old bedding or something, Astrid lost patience for words and resumed slaking her thirst for his kisses. He responded just as hungrily, hands up under her shirt in seconds and drawing several soft moans from Astrid as he caressed her skin. His touch lit fire over her, every nerve alive with the sensations and she had never felt anything like it. Astrid tugged at his t-shirt, craving his bare skin at last and he obliged, pulling it off and giving her the first proper look at his lean torso.

He wasn't buff or overtly muscular, but Astrid ached to feel the wiry, lean body as close to her own as she could. Hiccup looked shy for a second, but his eyes fell closed and his mouth formed quiet gasps when Astrid reached out and ran her fingers down his chest and stomach, slender muscles trembling under her touch. There was a light dusting of hair the exact same shade of autumn-brown over his flat stomach, leading down below the waist of his riding trousers.

"I should probably tell you something."

Those were always going to be loaded words, and Astrid's curiosity immediately piqued.

"What? You're not married are you?"

"What? No! Remember I told you I wanted to be a dragon?"

"Yeah?"

Hiccup's cheeks coloured red in the harsh lamp light, knelt between her clothed but spread legs as he looked at her.

"I tried to fly once, and I jumped out of a window. I hurt my leg oretty bad."

"Is this why you limp sometimes?"

He nodded, looking a little unhappy and that mood didn't belong.

"If you're worried I won't like the look, you'll be so wrong. I love scars."

Hiccup quirked an eyebrow, looking down at her.

"Excuse me?"

"It's only fun if you get a scar out of it. Can I see?"

He eventually nodded, pulling back to strip away the skintight leather that had given Astrid several inappropriate dreams.

"Huh. Boxers guy."

"Excuse me?.

He said again, looking up at her from his bent position.

"I always wondered if you wore boxers or briefs. Please, continue."

The tight grey boxers cupped his cute butt wonderfully, wrapping around lean legs and tented over his erect cock but Astrid made herself look further down. The scar was thick and went almost all the way round his lower calf, spidering up higher. Most of it was fairly faded but some parts were reddish and a little fresher looking. Astrid ran her fingers over it, fascinated.

"Wow. I didn't think you could get any hotter. I like it."

Hiccup shook his head, but practically leapt on her again, barely wearing anything now as he laid on top of her, kissing her deeply.

"You're overdressed."

His voice was low, gravelled and Astrid felt more wetness pooling in her underwear.

"Better do something about it then."

He growled, biting lightly at her lip before reaching for the hem of her t-shirt. Astrid was nervous for a minute, remembering Cami and her voluptuous breasts, but then she realised Hiccup's erection was digging into her thigh, solid proof of his desire for her. Lifting her arms helpfully, he growled again and moved to pepper kisses across the top of her chest, mouthing at her pebbled nipple through her bra and it felt obscenely good. Astrid couldn't help but moan, the sounds growing in pitch and volume when Hiccup yanked the cup of the bra down and latched on with a hot mouth.

He pinned her writhing hips with his hands, the restriction sending another thrill through her as he teethed teasingly at her breast, blowing hot air across the damp skin and sending tingles running through her. Hiccup found the front fastening of her bra (she was always practical) and all but tore it open, exposing her chest to hungry green eyes. A quick effort had it off her arms completely, leaving Astrid's top half completely naked.

"Gods, I'm gonna remember you like this in class now" he rasped against her ear, thumb dragging across her nipple "what have you done to me Astrid?"

Her name fell from his lips like a prayer, followed by more of the light, teasing nips at her neck and the feeling of his bare chest pressed to her own. Astrid felt more than saw him go for the fastening of her jeans, heard him make a deep, heated sound when he found her soaked from the 'foreplay' of him arousing her to the edges of sanity. He stopped before he removed her clothes completely, fixing her with an intense gaze.

"You sure about this?"

Generally baulking when someone tried to take care of her or show her such sensitivity, Astrid was touched by his concern after all the build up, the fact that she had never shown anything but want.

"Completely."

He shucked his boxers when Astrid was naked too, leaving them with nothing but skin to skin touching, both exploring each other with slow and gentle hands as they kissed. The heat was already mellowing and Astrid revelled in it, not the slightest bit bothered by the intensity shifting. Hiccup reached between her thighs, the first touch of his fingers on her slick clit like an electric shock and she spasmed, moans catching in her throat as he kept going, ravenously watching her responses.

"Perfection."

Astrid wasn't even sure she was supposed to hear that, but she did and it was the final push as he touched her again, thrashing beneath his hands as she finally came because of him, not just a fantasy and her own fingers. He stayed right there, watching it all and she hoped she didn't look completely ridiculous, but those eyes still made painfully pleasurable aftershocks rock her body.

"Fuck, I needed that."

Hiccup actually chuckled gently, wiping his hand on a baby wipe (because everybody had those to hand... how thorough had his set up before been?) before crawling back up her body, kissing her again. Astrid already knew she would never get enough of these kisses, though she could tell he had shaved recently by the smooth glide of his jaw beneath her fingers when she touched his face.

They weren't teacher and student out there in Hiccup's hideaway, they were just two people under the weight of a powerful, mutual attraction that she already felt could easily take on a life of it's own and become much more. She whined when Hiccup moved off her again, but he quieted her protests.

"Condom."

Heart pounding with the realisation this was finally going to happen, Astrid was breathless as she heard the foil tear, an otherwise heavy silence punctuated by Hiccup's steady breathing. It was slow and unhurried as he blanketed her body with his, sheathed cock nudging at her as they kissed lazily. Then he was pushing inside her and Astrid welcomed the stretch; she wasn't a virgin by any means, but it had been a while now. Hiccup rubbed her cheek with his thumb, anchoring her against any discomfort until their hips were flush, sweaty trembling bodies twining there in the private haven Hiccup had seen fit to share only with her.

Burying her hands in that beautiful, messy hair, Astrid captured his mouth again, shifting her bent legs to rest either side of him, allowing Hiccup's slow, sure strokes to hit her deeper. Their kisses grew sloppier as they both moaned and gasped, the difficulties breathing through waves of exquisite pleasure rendering Astrid a shuddering wreck as he took her to pieces.

"You feel so good Astrid, gods your body is amazing."

Astrid had never thought of herself as needing someone elses validating her body, her degree of attractiveness. She still didn't, but there was an undeniable rush from Hiccup's raw, guttural whispers in the gaps between his deep, measured thrusts. Her nails sank into his back, his shoulders as he overwhelmed her again and again, Astrid's body responding with a fire she hadn't experienced before.

Hiccup reached for her again, gripping the side of her thigh and lifting it higher to shift the angle his thrusts took and Astrid felt her back arch, crying out in pleasure as he kept going. How he drew it out so long Astrid didn't know, the muscles in his arms tight and flexed with the exertion and a sheen of sweat highlighted by the lamp light. She could take no more when he leant down and bit her shoulder, sealing his lips and sucking another bruise into her skin.

As she fell into the bliss of climax, she heard Hiccup cursing under his breath with her name interspersed, his rhythm growing clumsy as he too found his release. He kept his weight supported on shaking arms as their ragged breathing filled the air, lazy brushes of mouths that could barely be called kissing until Hiccup reached down, holding the condom on as he pulled out and dropped heavily onto the bed next to her.

"Wow. That was..."

"Incredible. I'm mad it took so long for us to do it.

Hiccup let out a light chuckle, turning his head to look over his up-stretched at her.

"The waiting probably helped though."

"Eh. I'm impatient, and now I know what I was missing."

Twisting to dispose of the condom, Hiccup sat up and reached over to bottled water, holding one out to Astrid.

"I realise you're a guy, but tell me there's a bathroom option other than awkwardly squatting in the grass."

"There is. Workers quarters nearby has a still functioning toilet, but you'll have to get dressed if you don't want to walk naked through the fields. We could have stayed there, but there's no bed over there and this is my space."

Grumbling as her buzz vanished under practicality, Astrid debated if she could wait, but then decided if she got it out of the way, she may not have to move from the bed all night after. Hiccup made no effort to hide that he was ogling her nude body as she sat up, shivering as cold air touched her sweat-cooling skin.

"Yeah, sorry it gets cold out here at night."

Astrid couldn't bring herself to mind; this place was so personal to him and he had brought her there. Even warned her to bring warm clothes, and Astrid had every intention of staying close to him. For body heat. That was a perfectly legitimate reason to cuddle with somebody that a month ago, she had only really thought about as a hot fuck. They'd done that, but now she absolutely knew she wanted more.

-HTTYD-

Uh ohhh no going back now!