It was mid morning by the time Hiccup reached the Edge. It felt a little odd riding Toothless after all that had happened. His mind refused to accept that his best friend had been any part of what the Grimborn brother had done to him. It seemed like a really bad and twisted dream and other than sniffing him more than usual, the Nightfury seemed no different. Other than being slightly stiff and grumpy for being imprisoned while Hiccup conducted his business. Yeah, that had to be it. The dragon was just grumpy. Nothing strange had happened at all.

That was what Hiccup kept telling himself as they landed on the platform before his hut. Hiccup didn't even bother going to the clubhouse to tell the others he was back. He was exhausted, body and mind – he had no clue how long he slept the night before or if the brothers had continued fucking him after he passed out again. That wouldn't have surprised him, it was how they often woke him up. That thought made him sick to his stomach but also stirred a pinch of arousal.

Nope, not thinking about them, he told himself as he crossed over to his front door. I'm just going to take it easy, maybe soak in Fishlegs's hot tub and forget all about them. He did have a whole week to recover before deciding if he was going back for more. That was crazy. Why would he ever willing go back to be tortured and raped again? Viggo made it sound like he'd be punished if he didn't. Ryker didn't seem to care one way or the other. Would they still attack the Edge if he refused to return to them?

His mind began to race with worry. What if they did? Could his friends handle being tortured and abused like that? Would they be force fed dragon cum and forced to service potentially all the Hunters?

"Hiccup," a familiar voice called, startling him when a large hand fell on his shoulder.

The youth managed to stifle a terrified scream as he whirled around to look a face that had always offered him protection and kindness. "Gobber…Gobber! Hi Gobber! What are doing here?" he asked, trying to keep his face neutral and not show his anxiety and fear. What would his mentor say if he knew what was going on? Gobber certainly looked like he knew something was going on. He was staring Hiccup down like he did when the youth was a small boy and had done something naughty but didn't want to get caught.

"Searching for you, have been for the last two days," the blacksmith answered, looking Hiccup up and down. "You had a great many people worried."

"Worried? About me? Nah, I just…ah…went to see a friend?"

"Are you asking or telling me?" Gobber asked, one bushy brow risen.

Hiccup swallowed. "Telling, definitely telling." He scratched the back of his neck. His body suddenly felt on fire under his mentors heated gaze. It was still over sensitive and just standing this close to another person was making him think weird thoughts.

"Your friends seemed to think you were on the way to Berk. Did you get side tracked?" Gobber pressed, seemingly not satisfied by the young man's answer.

"You can say that."

"Perhaps by the one who gave you this?" The blacksmith pulled at one side of Hiccup's collar to reveal a dark hickey and teeth marks. "You Toothless play a little rough while you were gone?"

Hiccup quickly slapped a hand over the marks. If he didn't feel weird and tingling before he sure did now. He made a mental note not to let anyone touch him until he got his body under control. He shuffled away from his mentor and gave a tiny laugh. "Yeah…you know us, always goofing around." He forgotten the bite mark right up until then.

"And the hickey?" Gobber pressed, his voice now low and secretive.

"Ah…well…I met someone and we…ah…"

Gobber chuckled. "Enough said. I knew Snotlout had to be wrong about that cup. Sad to hear things didn't work out with you and Astrid though."

The boy flushed a bright scarlet. Oh damn, Gobber thought he was messing around with some other girl. Astrid was going to kill him if she found out. "Can we…can we keep this between just us? I mean I never told the others and it's kind of complicated."

"Are, aye…I know when to keep my mouth shut. Just like when you parents started dating…now that was complicated with the age difference and your mom being…well…a lot like you. No worries, Hiccup. But you might want to come up with a better story than going to Berk where these nitwit will go look for you first. Tell them you're going exploring or something and set a time frame for your return."

"But I did, I said in my letter I'd be back today," Hiccup objected, not understanding why his friends had panicked or why Gobber was even on the Edge. He adjusted his collar. He needed to hide the marking better before…

"Hiccup Haddock!"

And the punches just kept coming.

"I'll be right back," Hiccup gasped, seeing Astrid storming toward him. He ducked into his hut and grabbed his thick hooded fur vest and quickly shrugged it on. It was stupid he knew, it was hot on the Edge compared to Berk, but it was all he had that would insure he was covered head to toe.

"Don't you try hiding," the shield maiden snapped as she stormed into the hut, the rest of the riders trailing behind her. She stopped directly in fact of him and poked him in the chest causing a sharp wave of pain and arousal through him that he fought hard to hide. Luckily Astrid was too angry to notice the growing bulge in his pants. "Where have you been? We went to Berk and searched the entire Archipelago for you."

"The entire Archipelago, really Astrid?" he joked only to be poked again. Oh Gods, she smelt good and he kind of wished he was the one poking her.

"Don't get Smart with me, Haddock. You had us worried. We thought you were sick or something. We thought maybe the Hunters caught you. You could have died and we never would have known," she argued, her voice becoming shrill with each word. "We're a team. We're supposed to count on each other and know where everyone is at all times."

"I left a note," he reasoned only to find himself back peddling as she advanced on him. No…no touching. If she discovered he was getting a bone everyone she poked at him or brushed against him he'd explode right there in front of everyone.

"And you weren't where you said you would be," she growled, pinning him to a wall without so much as touching him, oblivious to his situation.

He nodded. "I can see where that can be a problem. I'm sorry. I got a little sidetracked. I…I saw a new species of dragon and wanted to check it out and lost track of time."

"Figures," Snotlout snorted. "This is Hiccup we're talking to. If we ever lose him check out the nearest dragon den. You did at least bring back my cup, right?"

"Ah…it got broken but I'll build you another one," Hiccup answered quickly.

"Awesome, we can help Snotlout test it out," Ruffnut joked with a devious grin.

Tuffnut chuckled. "You might want to make a few for the testing procedure.

"I'm just happy you're okay," Fishlegs called from the back of the group.

A smile lifted Hiccup's lips. Everything was back to normal in a relatively short period of time. Astrid was still grumpy but that was nothing really new. She would chew him out for a few days but was actually quite happy that he was back safe and sound. The finding a new breed of dragon worked perfectly. Maybe a little to perfectly. Fishlegs was on him as soon backed away with an exasperated sigh, wanting to know everything Hiccup had discovered. Normally this form of geekjng out together wouldn't bother Hiccup, he was used to his friend being very touchy and clinging and demanding details, but even his closeness set of things deep in Hiccup's body that he couldn't control. The first day back was utter torture and after only a few short hours Hiccup had to beg pardon and go to his hut. He claimed he was sick but it was his body betraying him and at one point he had cum in his pants when Snotlout of all people brushed against his rear as he walked passed. It wasn't on purpose. It wasn't even sexual, but Hiccup's body was so over sensitized that every little touch nearly set him off until he could take no more.

"I must have caught a bug," he explained as he shuffled to the door, his limp more pronounced. Toothless followed closely behind. "Ah…no. No, Toothless, how about you stay here for a while? I'm just going to…huh…take a nap, okay?"

The Nightfury gave a whine of disapproval but relented and let his human go. Instead he curled up in one corner with a huff.

"That's weird," Snotlout noted as he took over his cousin's spot next to Astrid.

"I know. Toothless is always with Hiccup," Astrid answered, her concern growing once more.

Tuffnut nodded sagely. "Our young Hiccup always sleeps with his plucky Nightfury. Toothless is like a huge hot water bottle, especially when Hiccup isn't feeling well."

"Yeah. Toothless without Hiccup is like…a kicked kitten," Ruffnut agreed.

"Perhaps Toothless wasn't very nice to the new dragons and Hiccup is punishing him," Fishlegs threw in. The all stared at him. "I said 'perhaps'."

Gobber paid them no mind as he went to sooth the agitated dragon. "I wish you could talk, boy, and tell old Gobber what's really going on."

. . .

Once Hiccup was in his hut he locked it down. The doors, the windows, the skylight…anything that his friends or Toothless might use to get inside. He needed to get away from everyone and be alone to process his thoughts and cone to grips with the last few days. But the longer he had been with his friends the more it became like some twisted dream that never happened…or would if his body didn't cry out every other minute to be touched and stroked, if bruises didn't dot over half his body and cock didn't strain for attention just because somebody got a little too close and smelled amazingly good…Astrid.

His clothes felt too tight and constricting. He stripped them off before he even reached the ladder to his loft and left them where they fell. He made the climbed to his room then flopped on his bed, thinking only at the last moment to remove his prosthetic. He was hot, so hot. And his body inched, really itched. The bruises were like battle scars. He had gone up against the Hunters and survived. He had been able to walk out even if it hurt. He was a warrior in the unconventional sense which pretty much summed up his life. He had done it to protect his friends so he didn't let himself feel bad about what he endured.

The bed was too hard, he realized after a few minutes. Too hard and rigid. He couldn't get comfortable, and when he moved his front rubbed against the thin sheet that covered the wooden planks of his bed. It was the wrong kind of friction and only put more fire on his already tender body. Rolling over helped a little but put pressure on his ass.

"This isn't going to work," he muttered to himself. He was aroused and he couldn't understand why. All he knew sure was he needed to be fucked and he shouldn't have to be after everything he had already been through. "Come on, you're smart, Hiccup. Think of something. Think of dragons."

Nope. Instead of seeing playful dragons he saw Toothless bent over him, his eyes slotted as his rut took hold and his monster size cock rimmed into him. He could feel it as if it was happening right then and there. His cock grew hard at the memory.

"No….no, no, no, no, no…something else. Battle plans…Maces verses Talons…" And that lead to the Grimborn Brothers or more precisely, Viggo leaning over him as he pounced deeply into his tender ass as his followers watched, each one touching and groping him before Ryker filled his mouth with his length.

Hiccup pressed the butt of his hands to his eyes. That didn't stop the images or sensations filling him. This wasn't working. He tried thinking or his riders, of Astrid yelling at him for his stupidity, for letting the Grimborns use him like they were and getting into his head. For a moment it work and Hiccup relaxed. He could deal with a mad Astrid…just not the sudden image of her head between his legs hungrily slurping at his rock hard cock.

"No…no, no, no…I'm not allowed to orgasm. Astrid, please stop." Of course she wasn't really there but at that moment she might as well have been. Her mouth felt so real that it sent sparks already the way through him. He grasped at the sheet beneath him and fought for control of his body and mind. He tried to banish these thoughts by thinking of his friends but each of them had touched him or brushed against them and each of them had caused his body to react so it was as if each of them were sucking at his cock like it was some juicy meal. His mind went wild, trying to come up with something, anything, but his body had a mind of its own and the visions became more real more intense. For once he wished he had that blasted chastity. His hands twisted in the sheet until he suddenly let out a cry. White ropes of cum sped out of his cock, like a volcano erupting, covering his taunt belly and chest, seeming to go on forever before becoming flaccid once more and resting against his left inner thigh.

He felt better but empty. Something was missing, he knew that and he knew what but he couldn't run back to Viggo. He couldn't. He had to get a handle on this. There had to be a way to stop feeling so…so needy.

He thunked his head back in defeat. He was exhausted now but there was nothing more he could do. Closing his eyes he let sleep finally claim him.