MidwestMexican - it's ok, I have no intentions of writing cheating fics. I mean I've written one or two but I try to avoid it where possible.

SquallOfVIII - well Hiccup was avoiding Valka so there would obviously be some absence there, but glad you liked the siblings :)

Guest - in the most polite way possible, almost that whole request makes me cringe.

This smut is dedicated to SquallOfVIII ;)

-HTTYD-

Valka grabbed a handful of his t-shirt, something rather frantic about the energy between them as they kissed again. She was feral, teeth scraping over his lower lip and tongue tasting at his mouth until Hiccup stumbled as his knees went weak.

"Wait, wait" he pulled away, seeing her follow his mouth "my legs can't hold me up easy."

The kitchen stools were closest and Valka was taller than him, so when she shoved him toward them Hiccup climbed up and felt her mouth immediately catch his again. He wasn't sure if she was expecting him to change his mind and wanted to get as much as she could, or whether Valka just couldn't seem to get enough of kissing him.

Hiccup couldn't seem to find the energy to stop either as Valka effectively ravaged his mouth, gasping lightly against his lips. Something about those sounds made heat churn low in his belly, feeding the throbbing pulse of his erection as a hand tangled itself in his hair and tightened. Hiccup hadn't known his scalp was sensitive until Valka touched it, leaving tingling, pleasant sensations along there as her fingers combed through his hair.

"Can I touch you?"

Her voice was low, needy and begging. Hiccup didn't even think about saying no.

"Not here."

They only made it as far as the sofa, tumbling down together with her body pinning his to the cushuons. Hiccup had never been so aroused in his life, feeling her fingers coast the strip of skin revealed between his t-shirt and waistband. It had never been somewhere he considered erotic, but electricity shot across his skin from her touch as Valka's fingers traced the peak of his razor-sharp hip bone.

"You're so beautiful" her soft voice tickled along his skin "I wanted you the minute I saw you."

Hiccup didn't know what to say; he couldn't return the sentiment as his own feelings had been a slow spark that suddenly blazed like a wildfire, and he had a compulsive urge to say he wasn't beautiful. That had never been a word ascribed to his skinny, scarred self.

Somewhat lost in his own head, Hiccup only realised Valka was pushing up his t-shirt when he felt her touch on one of the scars on his stomach.

"Sorry. I'm kinda scarred."

She took his hand, guiding it to the buttons of her sunflower yellow shirt in clear invitation.

"You're not the only one."

Their mouths clashed again as Hiccup fumbled to unfasten the buttons; she must be able to read the inexperience in his touch, taste it in his kiss. As soon as the material was open enough for him to reach, Hiccup's hands were on her skin. Valka whimpered softly against his mouth, letting Hiccup switch their positions and immediately going for his t-shirt properly when he was on top of her.

"Please" gods, the way she begged was divine "I want to see you."

Hiccup swallowed thickly, but managed to lean back on his knees and remove his t-shirt. He wanted to cross his arms across his chest defensively, but the naked desire in Valka's eyes stopped him. Her own shirt hung open where he had unbuttoned about half of it, displaying several scars that ranged from faded white to slightly pink, littering her skin all over.

He was somewhat ashamed to note how quickly his eyes went to her breasts, hands following in their wake by starting at her collarbone and trailing downward to explore the soft swell. The only naked body Hiccup had really seen other than his own was Heather's. Heather and Valka were very different, and it was the scarred adult woman that was making his blood boil in ways a fresh, smooth teenage girl never had.

"What happened to you?"

Valka looked down at the scars his hands skated over, his face furrowed in confusion and thought of their origins.

"I've lived amongst wild animals for years. They don't mean harm but they don't understand the fragility of a human body. This one here" she guided his hand down a faded patch of three lines from shoulder to chest "was from a playful tiger cub. Here" a thicker, faintly pink line stretched just below her collarbone "I was bowled over by an exuberant baby bear and cut myself on a surprisingly sharp tree branch."

She reached to finish unbuttoning her shirt, letting the fabric fall open and guiding his hand along a faint, long-healed divot in her skin just below her otherwise soft, flat stomach.

"This is where doctors went in to save your life."

Hiccup leant back down to kiss her, craving the sickening intimacy that deigned to exist between them. Valka responded, keeping her hand on his where he touched the scar that had brought him into the world.

"I'm sorry I was so much trouble."

Valka shook her head, fingers curling around his hand and squeezing.

"You were worth every second."

They kissed again and again and again, Hiccup never tiring of the mouth that looked so like his own pressing insistently against his lips. Valka's hands came up to explore his narrow shoulders, tracing the scars that marred his skin like she was reading the story they told with her fingers. Pushing closer had their bare skin meeting, the soft cotton of her bra the only barrier as her shirt fell down at her sides.

He explored her scars in turn, finding a raised one along her hip and several smaller ones dotted in a semi circle arc up across her ribs.

"Did something bite you?"

Valka's fingers joined his, tracing the same set as though she had so many she couldn't remember them all off a simple touch.

"Mhmm. Juvenile shark. Cracked a couple of my ribs but she was only playing."

"Gods, is there anything you haven't been attacked by?"

Valka chuckled, the sound winding down to his belly like warming liquor. He supposed it was apt, as he was so completely drunk, intoxicated by Valka's kiss.

"As I said, they mean no harm. I only have two scars made by man."

"Two?"

He assumed one was her caeserean scar, but he didn't know what the other one was. Valka nudged him upright, leaning up to shed her shirt and showing him a flat, circular scar on her forearm.

"Hunter shot me. Luckily, he was a bad shot and I was running."

"You could have died."

Valka shrugged, cupping the back of his neck and pulling Hiccup back toward her until their lips met again.

"If bad people with guns scared everyone off, many animals would be lost. I won't apologise for standing up for my beliefs."

"No, and I would never ask you to. But if he had killed you, I would never have met you."

Valka's fingers traced the side of his face, thumb rubbing across his lower lip.

"You would never have known any different."

Hiccup shook his head, unsure how to vocalise his feelings so instead poured them into the next clash of their mouths. Valka responded passionately, particularly when Hiccup's hand splayed over her clothed breast, testing and feeling the way it yielded to his touch. She encouraged his touch, reaching to tug the cup down and free her breast from impeding fabric to allow him to feel her properly.

Her skin was hot, burning against his palm and, when Hiccup couldn't help himself, his tongue as he mouthed at her breast. The secondary meaning didn't escape him; he was suckling from his mothers breast at the most base, primal level of it all.

"S-stop for a second?"

Valka's tone was thick with lust, confusing him with her request but Hiccup backed up. She reached behind herself and unhooked her bra, slipping it off to leave them both completely bare from the waist up.

He wondered how they could possibly be taking it slow, how they could be giving themselves time to think about what they were doing. Deep down, Hiccup knew.

The damage had been done. They could never go back to anything resembling a normal friendship, not now they knew they both wanted this. They could stop there and then; Hiccup would still never be able to look at her without thinking of how her breasts felt crushed against his chest. How her hair ran between his fingers like autumn in colour form.

Hiccup could never forget the way she whimpered and arched at his touch. The taste of her skin when Hiccup returned to her chest, hungry to win those feral moans from her mouth. Valka raked her fingers through his hair, clutching Hiccup to her breast as tingles raced down his spine. Her hips bucked beneath him, sounds and wriggles of encouragement coming from her when Hiccup dared to reach for the top of her long brown skirt.

He pulled her tights down with it, peeling the material away from her endlessly long legs. They too bore scars, but the skin still invited his touch and Valka still let out breathy little exhalations of pleasure at the feeling of Hiccup's hands upon her.

"Can I?"

Her fingers brushed his hips, resting over the top of his jeans waistband. If he let her, she would see his leg. He would be exposing his deepest scars to her, emotionally and physically. Valka nuzzled under his jaw, kissing his throat and whispering into his skin.

"Please?"

Hiccup shook his head, possibly upsetting her but he had to add to it yet.

"Not here. Let me take you to bed?"

If Valka felt self conscious standing in nothing but her sky-blue briefs, she didn't show it. Instead, she took his outstretched hand and followed Hiccup to his room - he had never been so glad to have a downstairs bedroom as he was in that moment, because it was only two doors away to have Valka in his bed.

"Gods, you're beautiful."

The words fell from his mouth as Valka laid on his bedcovers, pale freckled skin soft against his red sheets. She reached for him and Hiccup joined her there, the fire burning yet mellow all at once. It was like a bed of hot coals, surrounding them with a powerful heat but they knew if they went too fast, it could burn them both.

Valka deftly popped the button on his jeans as they kissed, easing the zipper down over his pulsing erection. His boxers were damp with precum, arousal literally leaking out of him as this gorgeous woman fanned an inferno in his belly.

The fact that should have repulsed him, that she was his biological mother, it only served to heighten the intensity.

"Are you worried about me seeing your leg?"

Eyes downcast, Hiccup nodded to her whispered question.

"I want all of you" Valka cupped his jaw, kissed his face "even the scarred parts."

"I don't want you to be put off."

Valka pressed her lips to his jaw, his cheek, his lips.

"Not possible."

Hiccup sighed, but reached for his waistband and pushed the cotton down his legs until he reached his knee. There were visible scars even above the knee though his organic leg didn't end until below it. Valka's hands covered his, taking over the removal and Hiccup let her, though he couldn't bring himself to look as she revealed the prosthetic limb he wore. The material around his stump was visible just below the knee, giving away the unrealism of his limb no matter how realistic the actual leg looked.

Warm fingers touched his cheek, turning Hiccup to look at her again. He expected to see pity and disgust in her face, but only desire lingered.

"See? I've gone nowhere."

Hiccup placed his hand over hers, locking their fingers together as he looked at her.

"Guess so."

Hiccup supposed it was lucky he had an extra long bed - at six feet tall, he would probably only just fit on a normal one. Valka had three inches of height on him, so she probably wouldn't fit at all. His bed encompassed them both, offering a cradle to their embrace as bare skin pressed to bare skin. Valka's leg wrapped around his as she pulled him closer, paying no mind to the metallic limb there and even distracting Hiccup as his erection pressed between her thighs. He could feel her arousal dampen his own boxers, could hear her gasp in the back of her throat.

His hand fell from her hip, sliding between their bodies to press against her intimately. Valka spasmed, losing the connection of their kiss as she stopped to moan aloud. Hiccup felt a deep swoop in his belly for being the source of that sound, stroking at her clit through wet cotton again until Valka's thighs were shaking.

She tugged at his boxers, squeezing at his erection in return with her bare hand on his naked cock. Hiccup bucked into her fist, seeking more of her hot hand on him. Valka nipped at the base of his jaw, panting against his ear.

"I want all of you."

Hiccup understood the implication, reinforced by the way she was pressing her hips against his. His heart skittered in his chest - could they really do this?

Valka leant in and captured his lips again, stroking his shaft and successfully answering his question.

Yes.

There was an awkward fumble between their tangled limbs to remove arousal-stained underwear from them both, leaving the two bare to the others eyes and touch. Hiccup pressed their bodies together and Valka pressed back as intently. His cock brushed against her, feeling how she was hot and wet and needy as she whimpered.

A heavy gaze passed between them as Hiccup laid between her thighs, Valka's fingers reaching up to his hair and stroking back and forth along his neck. They could never take this back.

She lifted her hips, offering herself and Hiccup took the invitation. He pressed inside the soft, welcoming embrace of her body slowly and Valka gasped against his shoulder, clutching tightly at him. Their hips came flush, both of them shaking under the sheer weight of what they were doing, who they were with.

Valka sought his mouth, kissing him again with that near-bruising force as she tangled hands in his hair, rocked her hips up into him.

"Move" her voice shook, but the words were clear "please."

Hiccup's arms trembled and he struggled to rock his weight evenly on his knees, but Hiccup managed to find his rhythm and Valka responded beautifully. Her deep, throaty moans burned themselves into his memory, her hands running up and down his back, over his chest and arms. She was everywhere, surrounding him with her heat and her scent, her touch enveloping him.

The legs that went on for miles tightened around his hips and waist, everything about them as close as it was possible for two humans to be.

Right down to the blood pumping through their racing hearts.

Every thrust was like sinking into Valhalla itself, heat and soft and wracking him with exquisite pleasure. Hiccup could happily have stayed there forever, listening to Valka gasp and moan, watching her body roll and move with his thrusts. Nails sank into his back when Valka grasped at him, clutching him tight and kissing him with a fresh ferocity.

There was something deeply intimate but equally primal about the need fuelling them, being inside the woman who had carried him. For Valka, the boy she had borne was now residing within her in an entirely new way. They both knew what they were doing was wrong, but neither were letting it stop them.

It felt too good to stop.

Both had been teetering on the precipice of pleasure before they took the final steps into Hel together, and Hiccup was certain the heat of the climax threatening to overtake him would burn him away completely. He went willingly into the flames, one hand tightening on Valka's waist and hip as he lost the battle and succumbed to incredible pleasure with her name on his lips.

Valka's fingers wriggled between them, a few strokes over her clit enough to bring her over the edge with Hiccup and the name on her tongue surprised him.

She didn't say Hiccup. Or even Henry.

She said Harry.

The name she had called him as a newborn babe.

Hiccup pulled out and dropped heavily on his side next to Valka. He wasn't sure how he felt about her calling him Harry, though he supposed not wanting to call out "Hiccup" at the point of climax was legitimate enough. She didn't really associate the name Henry with him either - he had insisted on Hiccup since the start.

"I'm sorry."

He frowned.

"What for?"

"Calling you Harry. I had no right."

Shaking his head, Hiccup reached for her hand and twined their fingers together.

"It's not like you said someone else's name. That would have been a blow to the ego."

Valka chuckled lightly, squeezing at his hand.

"How do you feel?"

Hiccup shrugged, looking at her body and feeling the same desire as before.

"Little late to regret anything. But... I don't anyway. You?"

"Not a bit."

"Good. That's... yeah, good."

Valka watched Hiccup closely, frowning.

"What's wrong?"

Hiccup's guard was still down, making it hard for him to lie.

"I... I don't want you to leave."

Valka shifted, leaning herself up on her bent arm to look at him.

"Are you asking me to stay? For you?"

"No. Because I don't have that right."

"Are you serious? Nobody but you has that right."

Hiccup looked up at her, feeling immensely vulnerable.

"If I asked you to stay, would you?"

Valka cradled his face in her palm.

"Yes."

Elated despite the fact he knew it was insanity to think it was a rational desire, Hiccup leant up and kissed her. She responded needily, blanketing herself across Hiccup's body and he could feel the sticky mess on her inner thigh - the mess he left inside her. Valka explored each and every one of his scars, let Hiccup explore each of hers in turn.

They had sex multiple times that day; Hiccup lost count around three or four as Valka bit his shoulder and climbed on top of him. Valka requested they bathe together, and Hiccup agreed despite his reticence to allow Valka to see him without his leg. She put him at ease quite quickly, washing Hiccup with special attention to much of his lower body.

Valka came with him to walk Toothless, and she held his hand when Astrid phoned up to check on him. They kissed and cuddled on the sofa watching a couple of movies, and despite the risk factor, Valka accompanied Hiccup back to his bed.

Given the rather... exhaustive day they had had together, Hiccup was surprised when Valka attacked his mouth anew, squeezing and groping at his cock until he responded by hardening in her hand. She noticeably reacted when Hiccup slid inside her.

"Are you sore?"

"Mmm, but it'll be worse tomorrow so I'm getting it while I can."

Hiccup had no cause to argue and little desire to stop. Valka seemed to adjust, pain leaving her face as she moaned and rocked with every motion of Hiccup's hips. She kissed him, clutched tighter at him as she approached the peak, all but sobbing as she came beneath Hiccup for the final time that night. Hiccup was so spent it hurt when he came, but it was well worth it to hear Valka whimper sweetly as he spilled into her again.

"Gods Valka" he gasped, mouthing lazily at her neck when he laid with her "you're incredible."

"Thank you. You're not bad yourself."

He smiled, wrapping an arm around her. He wasn't sure how, but he was certain they would find a way to make it work. Anything to keep her there with him. He was already hooked.

Hiccup woke feeling achey, sore but satisfied. He also woke smiling, having moved in his sleep Hiccup had to turn over to find Valka.

All he found was an empty bed. The other side was cold, telling him it had been empty for a while. His heart stuttered in his chest as he scrambled to put on his leg, hoping that Valka had simply been unable to sleep and had simply gotten up. Stumbling from the bed, Hiccup pulled on pyjama shorts to feel less awkward as he checked the bathroom, the living room, the kitchen. Even the spare room.

Hiccup returned to his bedroom, seeing that all of Valka's discarded clothing was gone. Something on the pillow caught his eye, a folded paper that made him snort derisively.

Was he really being dumped by his mother by a note?

"Hiccup,

I'm sorry for lying, but I can't stay and ruin your life. You're such a strong, beautiful and wonderful young man, and you deserve someone so much more suitable than l.

Know that I will always love you, and these days spent getting to know you have been simply the best of my life. I will always hold them dear to my heart.

Valka"

Above her name was something heavily crossed out, leading Hiccup to suspect she had perhaps written something more like "mother" only to change her mind as she cruelly broke his heart.

He scrunched up the note in his fist, tears already threatening at the corners of his eyes.

Now he had lost two mothers.

-HTTYD-

I know. I'm terrible.