hellion117 - clearly you didn't have strict parents if you think they need a motive.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed first chapter. This short is my current "where I go with writers block" and so it could be updated daily or monthly. Who knows.

-HTTYD-

Hiccup sat on his window sill, watching the night sky and cursing light pollution as city streetlamps dulled the intensity of the stars. Astrid hadn't called him, merely sent a text saying it would be a late visit, but she hadn't said why. Hiccup showered and made his bed, then did some homework while he waited. His stereo provided the soundtrack, an ebb and swell of classical music that matched the quiet night.

His parents had gone to bed about an hour ago, and so he was waiting for Astrid's golden halo of hair to appear amidst the darkness in his back garden. He heard the sound of weight hitting the grass, peered down and saw the sight he was hoping for. Backing up, he watched Astrid scale the wall like Spider-Man - he didn't know how she did it but she did it regularly - and clamber through his window.

"Hey."

"Hey."

Astrid slipped her jacket off, sat on his bed and untied her shoes. Hiccup waited, knowing how she liked to be comfortable first. She beckoned him over, kissed him as soon as he sat down. Hiccup had several months intimate knowledge of the way Astrid kissed, could tell something was up. He placed gentle hands on her shoulders, pushed her back slightly and the blonde girl frowned.

"What?"

"You're upset."

"I'm not upset. I'm confused and stressed. I don't want to think about stuff right now, I wanna fuck."

Hiccup was a little unsure, but he was at least confident Astrid wouldn't be doing something she didn't want to do. She resumed kissing him, swung her leg around to straddle his lap and Hiccup moved his hands to support her lower back. Astrid rocked against him gently, tongue wetting his lower lip before her teeth bit into it roughly and she smirked as he gasped.

Knowing her tendency to treat his clothes like they had done her a great and personal injustice, Hiccup had opted for a light button down shirt. Astrid seemed to approve, at least of its easy removal as the buttons came open between nimble fingers, experienced hands roving across his bared chest.

He pushed up her t-shirt in turn, unable to help himself for a second as he tried to imagine how she'd look heavily pregnant. Astrid pinched his nipple to bring Hiccup out of his reverie, tugged his hair a little to tip his head back and kiss him deeply. He tumbled them around, pressed Astrid against the bed and she pushed his hands down immediately, wanting him to remove her bottoms.

Hiccup peeled them from her legs, strong thighs wrapped in soft skin. He knew the dips and bumps of the natural stretch marks from puberty, little scars where Astrid had climbed trees and scaled walls and fell off just about everything possible in her adventures. Like he knew where she was sensitive, the softest brush of fingers along her inner thigh making Astrid shiver beneath him.

Flexible to almost frightening levels, Astrid managed to lift her legs and use her feet to push down his lounging trousers. He grumbled when they caught at his knees and he had to move to get them off properly. Astrid eyed his briefs as she wriggled out of her own underwear, unhooking and removing her bra in the blink of an eye.

Making good use of the current position, Hiccup pushed trembling thighs open and kissed sensitive skin, tasted arousal. Astrid squirmed, gasped as his tongue slipped in to stroke the delicate tissue. He flicked the muscle across her clit, felt Astrid shudder and her thighs tightened on his head. The sheets smoothed as Astrid pulled them taut further up, one hand across her mouth to prevent her waking his parents. Before Hiccup could indulge his desire to make her come with his mouth first, she was pushing at his head.

"Fuck me!"

Hiccup felt his cock jump in agreement with her low hiss. He leant toward his bedside table, but Astrid leant up and gripped his arm, shook her head.

"Don't need that tonight."

Oh. Right. She had a point.

"You sure? I'll still wear it if you feel safer."

"Get down here would ya?"

Well, who was Hiccup to deny her? He leant back down, found himself rolled on his back as Astrid kissed him senseless, bit at his lower lip with a growl when Hiccup's erection dragged over her hot, swollen clit. He had a feeling she wanted the control when Hiccup was to be bare inside her, the biggest trust she had placed in him since she lost her virginity to him.

The first press of slick heat was enough to make him cross eyed, Astrid's mouth pressing to his chest to quiet herself as she whined low in her throat. Hiccup loved sex like this, Astrid's breasts hot against his chest, firm nipples dragging across his skin. Gorgeous blue eyes burned with shameless lust only inches from his own, Astrid's pink lips slightly parted to let those sweet, sinful sounds escape.

Astrid's flexibility astounded him as she arched, stretched along his body with lithe grace and rolled her hips in slow, deep motions. Her arms braced upon his bed either side of his head, and no matter where Hiccup's eyes landed it was either swaying breasts or Astrid's naked want in his vision. It was almost too much, probably would have been their first few times together. Not that one could adjust to Astrid Hofferson in bed, she was a siren and Hiccup struggled to ever temper the heat she inspired.

"Alright down there Haddock?"

She was smirking, still riding him torturously, beautifully slow.

"Mhmm."

Hiccup could barely suppress an aroused whine at the eroticism of her breathy whispers, and Astrid damn well knew it. Could have him quivering by simply murmuring against his ear. Often put that to use at college to wind him up should they be studying where nobody would see her do it. The muscles in her arms flexed as she pushed herself up, shifted on her knees slightly so she could ride him properly.

Already wound tight, Astrid was more than happy to torment Hiccup with her increasing pace. She knew he struggled to stay quiet, but he had to if he didn't want parents bursting in to catch them in the act when they thought Hiccup and Astrid barely knew each other. Let alone that Astrid frequently broke into their house to have sex with their son.

She ran a hand across her flushed chest, toyed with a nipple and smirked as Hiccup could only stare in her direction. The sensual display didn't end there, as Astrid's fingers ran down her sweat-damp stomach, taut abdominal muscles flexing with her thrusts, to stroke at her clit. She bit her lip, hair falling forward to obscure part of her face as it twisted in ecstacy.

"I-I c-can't..."

Astrid trailed off, frustrated as she struggled to come. It happened in certain positions. Hiccup helped her up, guided Astrid forward on all fours and slid behind her, pressed back in and she nodded to say it was better. Hiccup felt sweat run down his back, cooling in the night breeze flowing through the open window as he thrust into Astrid's receptive heat.

He liked this way too, so when he moved faster Astrid could bite the duvet, muffle her cries as his hand slid around to rub her clit. She quivered, coiled tight before spasming on his cock with a hastily-suppressed shout of pleasure as Hiccup held her hips, supported her weight as her muscles went lax with the dopamine-dump in her brain.

Astrid pushed back on him after a minute, indicating Hiccup could continue until he was done too. She'd not come again, but Astrid still moaned and rocked softly with his thrusts as Hiccup sought his climax, and she arched her back with a shiver when he came bare inside her. Astrid slumped down on the bed, rolled onto her side and squirmed slightly after a minute.

"That feels weird, get me a cloth or something?"

Hiccup realised what she meant, getting her some wet wipes to clean up his come. They'd never had to deal with that before, having always used condoms until then. He cleaned himself up too, waited for Astrid to indicate if she expected a cuddle. She did, stretching along his body backward so he could spoon her gently.

"You wanna talk yet?"

"Not especially."

"Alright."

Hiccup let her lay next to him, quiet breathing her only sound until she pushed herself to a seated position.

"My parents found my positive tests. I told them it was a one time mistake and that I'm getting rid of it, and they went crazy at me for about an hour, then grounded me, left and stayed up drinking and talking about me like I wasn't there."

He frowned, rubbed her lower back gently with his thumb as it was close to his hand.

"Did you eat dinner?"

"No, I had a protein bar in my room."

"Stay there, I'm getting you food."

Hiccup stood, pulling his underwear and dressing gown on with no room for argument. He did half-expect Astrid to make an escape while he was creeping around, but when he returned with cupcakes and peanuts Astrid was sat waiting; though she had gotten dressed again.

"Baking with your mom again?"

"Her input was minimal, but yeah."

Astrid chuckled, took a cake and the bag of peanuts with thanks, took a swallow of water when he offered the bottle. They ate in relative silence for a few minutes before Astrid wiped her mouth, leant back against the bedframe and sighed.

"I know you wanted me to keep it-"

"Astrid, it's your body, your choice. I'm not going to ask you to be pregnant and be a mom if you're not ready."

She smiled softly in the moonlight, looked at Hiccup next to her.

"Thanks for being so understanding."

"Hey, thanks for telling me. I would never have known if you'd just handled it all alone."

"It wouldn't have been fair not to at least tell you."

Astrid finished eating, crept along the hallway to use the bathroom and then returned to Hiccup's bedroom. She crawled on the bed, kissed him sweetly. Her kisses were addictive and Hiccup could never get enough.

"See you at college Monday?"

"Yeah. Will you... can you let me know when it's..."

He trailed off, but Astrid understood.

"Yeah. I will. I better go."

"Tell me you're home safe?"

With a nod, Astrid clambered from his bed, climbed back down the way she had come up and he heard her scale the back fence, begin to run home. Hiccup hated her being out at night alone, but Astrid was adamant she could protect herself and they didn't have midnight trysts too often anyway.

His phone buzzed with a text saying Astrid was home, so Hiccup rolled over to go to sleep. He could smell her fruity conditioner on the pillow she'd rested upon, smiled to himself as he drifted off. He woke early, and admittedly a little low. Hiccup had almost started to wonder what it would be like to be a dad, young and unwordly as he was.

But he couldn't ask Astrid to potentially be ostracised by her family, maybe even kicked out for the sake of his want. It wasn't in any way fair. No. It was her decision, and she had gone above and beyond to see that he knew before she just went ahead. He got up, showered and dressed and took his homework downstairs.

His mother was a book publisher, and today was a work-from-home day it seemed. He found her at the big living room table, her reading glasses perched on her nose as she worked on manuscripts and occasionally swore colourfully. He could hear his father outside chopping firewood before he left for work. Hiccup took the emptiest spot to eat his breakfast, then cleared that up and started on his work before Valka even noticed he had come down.

"Having fun mom?"

"Why do I have people to spell check these things? I might as well not bother hiring them, I end up doing it all myself anyway. How are you love?"

Used to her shifting attitude between him and almost anybody else, Hiccup wished he could tell her the truth but Astrid had asked that he not.

"Fine. Didn't sleep great, but it's Saturday so it's not so bad."

"Oh, anything cause it?"

Hiccup shook his head, plastered a smile on his face and looked back down at his homework before his mother could see it wasn't a totally genuine expression.

"No, just one of those things."

They worked in companiable silence for a while, minus his mother occasionally swearing that was. Stoick came stomping through the door, wiping sweat from his brow as he peered over to see what they were doing.

"Just gonna go for a shower Val."

Having been miming stabbing her work with a pen, the soft smile she gave her husband belied any irritation.

"Alright dear."

Hiccup finished his written work, cleared it up before it got lost in a sea of other people's work and picked up his mothers mug to refill it with her favourite herbal tea. Despite her workload, his mother never drank caffeine. Hiccup didn't know how she did it. He was seventeen and already reliant on morning coffee.

"Coffee dad?"

"Love one lad, thanks."

Towel drying his beard, Stoick sat in his heavy-duty kitchen chair while Hiccup stirred mugs. The sudden knock at the door surprised them all, including the dog who simply had to bark at it.

"Expecting someone son?"

"No, you?"

His dad shook his head, Valka peering out to eye the front door with confusion that said she wasn't expecting anyone either. Hiccup went to open it, stunned to find a clearly distressed Astrid and who he recognised mostly from perfectly staged family photos to be her parents.

"Are your parents in boy?"

"I have a name, and yes, they are. Are you alright Astrid?"

She mouthed "I'm sorry" at him quickly, then nodded tightly.

"Fine."

He knew she was antrhing but, shooing Toothless away to allow the Hofferson trio into the Haddock homestead. The parents gave their warm, happy house disdainful looks, and Hiccup knew it didn't compare to the show-home icebox Astrid's home resembled.

"Are you the man of the house?"

Mr Hofferson addressed Stoick curtly, and Hiccup grimaced as he realised he knew what was about to come up. After bristling slightly, Stoick shook his head and pointed with a thumb over his shoulder.

"No, that would be my wife."

The Hofferson parents looked very confused, then continued to address Stoick as though Valka wasn't there.

"It's come to our attention that our daughter has been... consorting with pagans. Specifically, your son."

Hiccup's family followed the old Viking religion. Not strictly, but it was there all the same. Hiccup guessed that sorta made them Norse Pagans.

"Right... they go to college together. Surely ya know she'll make friends."

"That is not what we mean. Your son has thoughtlessly impregnated our daughter, and we demand you finance the termination since it's mostly the fault of your spawn."

Hiccup winced as his own parents both turned surprised eyes to him.

"Son, is this true?"

"Yeah. We used condoms, I swear! But Astrid wasn't allowed to use birth control, or even date boys so we had to be a secret."

Valka tsked, threw Astrid's parents a dirty look and he cheered inwardly that they weren't directly angry at him.

"Not allowed? What medieval nonsense is that?"

"Our daughter was supposed to wait for marriage. Not fornicate with the first boy to show her attention."

Hiccup scowled.

"If you knew anything about your daughter, you would realise she gets plenty of attention, and she doesn't care about any of it. Her focus is on school work."

"Obviously not, or she wouldn't be some shameful slut pregnant outside of wedlock."

If Valka hadn't restrained her husband, Hiccup would have bet that his father would have punched Mr Hofferson.

"We'll not hear you disrespect your daughter like this, if you can't keep a civil tongue I'll throw you out."

"As for paying for this termi-whatsit, is that what Astrid wants?"

"She has no say. We'll not raise an illegitimate pagan child."

Stoick ignored them, looked right at Astrid.

"Is that what you want lass?"

Astrid shrunk in on herself for a minute, then curled a hand over her stomach and Hiccup dared to hope.

"No."

"Astrid Hofferson, how dare you defy your father! If you keep that child, you'll not be welcome in our house ever again."

Hiccup looked to his parents, desperately pleading. Luckily, his father understood and stayed relatively calm.

"Then we'll take her in. Should we come get her things now?"

Astrid looked up, stunned and teary-eyed. Mr and Mrs Hofferson looked no less thunderstruck, spluttering before words came out.

"That is not-"

"Yanno, you call us pagans but that means ye probably follow, or pretend to follow, a religion that doesn't allow abortion. If Hiccup's got her pregnant and she wants ter keep it, then we'll support her. If that's alright with Astrid, o'course."

Valka was nodding in agreement, and Hiccup had never loved his parents more.

"I... I don't know what to say."

"Ye can tell them to get outta your new home while I go get me truck. Val, get the girl a drink. You lad, with me."

Hiccup knew he had to face the music somewhere, unhappy about leaving Astrid with her parents but certain his mother would happily and fiercely protect her. It was the Viking way.

"Is wha' they said true?"

Hiccup helped his dad lift the garage door, tossed the keys over the bonnet to let him open the vehicle up.

"Yeah. I shoulda told you, but Astrid said she was ending the pregnancy and I didn't exactly want to tell you that."

"Odin, I didnt think ye had it in ye!" his fathers accent grew thicker when he was happy, so Hiccup tried not to panic "I mean, I heard some odd noises comin' from ye room but I figured ye were watching porn after hours. Not that ye had a ladyfriend. That's ma boy!"

Cheeks burning, Hiccup escaped to go check on Astrid. She was sipping water, still looking rather overwhelmed. Her parents were nowhere to be seen.

"I was just telling Astrid she doesn't have to move into your room."

"Oh. Yeah. We have a spare room."

Astrid knew that; they'd had sex in it before. But best not to bring that up in front of his mother.

"I don't want to inconvenience your whole family..."

"Don't be daft lass" Hiccup's dad came back into the room, hearty flatbed truck engine rumbling away outside waiting "yer having our grandbaby. That makes ye part of the family!"

-HTTYD-

To clarify, I have no problem with any religion (so long as you aren't forcing it on others), and I have friends and acquaintances who are Christian, but conservative parents usually have a bible to hand so it fit this particular story.