Snow Day

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I don't really do smut anymore, but people have been asking for more pre-baby Hiccstrid, so I wrote, and this just kind of happened. So read at your own risk. If you're under 18, you should probably skip this one. I apologize for the change from my usual rules...next one will probably be another cute family fic or something.

SUMMARY: Hiccup and Astrid love snow days on Berk. Their dragons? Not so much.

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Not only was it exactly two months since Hiccup and Astrid had married, it was also Hiccup's first time declaring an official snow day on Berk. The snowstorm had begun the night before, and now, the next day, the whole island was blanketed in three feet of ice and snow, and more flakes were still falling.

The children on Berk always got restless when they were cooped up inside. So did the dragons. Snotlout had spent the past two hours trying to stop Hookfang from burning down the Jorgensen house. Poor Meatlug was just snoozing by the fire, sad that she and Fishlegs couldn't go outside and play Toss the Sheep. Barf and Belch were fighting amongst each other, as were the twins. But perhaps Stormfly and Toothless had it the worst. They were stuck pacing the floor downstairs while listening to an entire morning of Hiccup and Astrid gasping and moaning from up in their lofted bedroom.

The snow day had been perfect timing for them. Astrid had just finished her time of the month, and having gone over a week without intimacy due to both that and Hiccup's chiefing schedule, the two were finally able to satisfy their urges.

"Thor's hammer, I don't know how we lasted without this all the way until marriage," Hiccup panted, pulling his wife on top of him and pressing a lingering kiss onto her lips.

"I guess we didn't miss it because we didn't know how good it felt." Rolling off of him, Astrid wrapped one of her legs around his and let out a small sigh as her cheek rested against his chest. "But really. We're still newlyweds. We should try to make time for this more often."

"I agree." The young chief wrapped an arm around her and kissed the top of her head. "We need to be more creative. Like we could do it in the dragon stables. Or the cove. Or while flying."

"While flying?" repeated the blonde. "I'm not sure how that would work, but we should definitely try it."

As if on cue, Toothless and Stormfly began stomping -probably in protest - on the floor downstairs.

Hiccup groaned and responded to the ruckus by mimicking a Night Fury mating call. This earned an angry growl from Toothless, but it was thankfully followed by silence. Stormfly followed his example.

Astrid laughed. "You know, when we have kids, it won't be this easy to get them to stop bothering us."

"And that's why it's just you and me right now," grinned Hiccup, giving her butt a gentle pat. He and Astrid had decided that they wanted to try to wait a couple years before having children. They wanted time to enjoy each other, and settle into their new roles as husband and chief, and wife and chief's wife. Of course, they did realize that conception was always possible, and wouldn't be mad if a baby showed up sooner than planned.

"There you go again, touching my butt," the blonde remarked, a playful smile on her lips.

"You know, this butt was a nice surprise for me. I never noticed how nice it was until I saw you naked. Same with your breasts. You bind them so tightly that you look almost flat, but you've actually got a nice handful. Not too big, not too small. The perfect size for my hands. Of course, if you really were flat, I'd love you just the same."

"Well, I don't need to show off my figure to the rest of Berk. And since we're talking dirty, I might add that I didn't expect you to be as big as you are. I mean, I didn't think you'd be tiny, but when I first took your pants off, I wondered how in the world you were supposed to fit inside of me. I also didn't realize how muscular you are."

"You've seen me shirtless before we got married."

"Yeah, but not for a while. You really built up some muscle in the past year or so. Not that I'm complaining. I like it. And your chest hair isn't anything to complain about, either. Enough to make you look like a man, but not so much that you resemble a yak. And the hair between your legs is hot, too. You have a lot, and I love it. Oh, and the trail at your belly button? Mmm."

"Well, yours is blonde, and if that's not the sexiest thing, then..." Hiccup trailed off as he began to mindlessly trace the edge of Astrid's nipple with his calloused thumb. "And your nipples...my gods."

Astrid giggled and blushed a little. "But back to your hair," she said eventually. "Have you ever thought about growing a beard?"

"A beard? Dear Odin, there's a lot of things my dad did that I admire, but having a long, braided beard isn't one of them."

"No, not like that. Just a small one. Maybe a bit of scruff. I don't know." She shrugged. "I think it would look sexy."

The young chief sighed. "I'll add it to my list of suggestions. I guess I'll have to start a new category for self-improvement."

"No pressure," Astrid said. "I just think it would look good on you."

"Well, if I consider a beard, can you consider leaving your hair down more often?" Hiccup ran his fingers through her long, loose locks.

"As you know, a Viking woman's hair is kind of sacred, babe. I'll leave it down for you all you want, but in public? I don't know how I feel about letting others see me like that."

"Fair enough. I mean, I kinda like feeling exclusive."

"Good." She seductively hooked her leg more tightly around his and rubbed herself against his thigh.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he asked.

Astrid responded with a smirk.

Smirking back, Hiccup said, "Here, let me help you out, milady. Fingers or tongue? Your choice."

"Oh, gods. Can I have both?"

"Wow, someone's feeling adventurous today," the young chief remarked. He pulled back the covers and, kneeling over Astrid, pressed wet kisses onto her forehead, nose, lips, neck, nipples, belly button, and hips. He then delivered a kiss amongst the curls between her legs before running his tongue over her damp folds. Some guys didn't like using their mouths "down there," but Hiccup loved it. He loved her taste, her moans, the way she screamed his name. She definitely wasn't afraid to be vocal during sex, and he admired that about her.

The blonde panted as her husband's thumb found the perfect spot. "My gods, Hic," she groaned. "Oh, my gods."

Hiccup soon replaced his thumb with his mouth, which Astrid clearly approved of.

"Yes, yes, lick harder...I...I..." she stammered.

He slipped a finger inside of her while his tongue continued to work its magic. As her moans grew louder and louder, he started to suck on her sensitive flesh.

"Hiccup!" yelled Astrid. "My gods...my...my gods...oh, dammit, my gods..." She broke off at the feeling of a powerful orgasm shaking her body. He saw that she was at her climax, but didn't draw his mouth away, causing her to wiggle around and gasp from unbearable pleasure. For a few moments after that, she was speechless.

"You okay?" the young chief asked.

"Better than okay," she panted eventually. "My gods. Oh, my gods." She shook her head. "I don't know how I'm supposed to follow that."

Hiccup opened his mouth to reply, but before he could do so, Toothless let out a mocking mating call, followed by a growl.

"I think he's making fun of us," said Astrid.

"Yeah, he probably is," Hiccup agreed with a laugh.

"Maybe we should go see how they're doing down there," the blonde suggested. "I mean, it's probably past noon by now."

"We could," agreed the young chief. "But before we do that, I believe you mentioned following me." He winked.

Astrid smiled. "Of course, babe," she agreed, sliding in between his legs and drawing his erection between her lips.