Astrid watched the gears turn in Hiccup's head. She couldn't always tell what he was thinking, but she could always tell when his mind wandered. Even before their relationship had evolved beyond friendship, she'd been able to read the far-off look in his eyes. It was when he looked most Chiefly, and that scared her. One day, when he led the village, would he always be half in another world, out of her reach? Astrid shook her head, trying to cast the thought away. She was getting ahead of herself. It would be a long while before Hiccup had to lead anyone except the Dragon Riders, and it did no one any good to imagine where she might be then. Someone had to be the grounded one in this relationship.
Astrid tried to re-focus on the present. It had been a long week, and she could feel even in the way he Hiccup's hand rested on her shoulder that he was exhausted. Hopefully his thoughts were just on tomorrow's tasks, and a good night's sleep. Maybe they were even on the girl stuff Snotlout had asked about, that they both had been deprived of for a week. Astrid planted a slow kiss on her boyfriend's neck, hoping to turn his mind in that direction.
"I missed you," she offered gently, trying to ease him back into the moment. She felt him shift, and slowly join her.
"I missed you too." Hiccup looked up into her bright blue eyes, finally fully present. "I spent a lot of time thinking about you," he added, and a blush started to rise.
Astrid nestled further into his lap, and planted another kiss on the corner of his jawline. "Oh? What were you thinking about?"
"Getting to come back and see you," he grinned, still blushing, "...and kiss you." Hiccup pulled her in for a deep kiss, placing one hand on her cheek and the other on the small of her back. Astrid responded enthusiastically. They alternated between small, playful kisses and longer, passionate ones, reacquainting themselves with each others' mouths. Their hands began to wander, and hormones and instinct gradually took the lead in their ever more frenzied motions.
Astrid pulled back for a moment and looked at Hiccup with an expression he didn't yet fully understand: lust. All he knew was her half-cocked smile and glinting eyes turned a switch in him, and his entire body reacted. He felt a stirring between his legs, and the sudden, irresistible need to be as close to her as he possibly could. She swung one leg, adjusting her position to sit astraddle the young Viking. Though the movement was less graceful than she intended it, the extra motions and shift of her hip bones only left Hiccup more aroused.
The blonde wasted no time in pulling Hiccup's tunic off, revealing his sinewy chest. He'd never be as broad as Stoick, but he was certainly worth looking at, she marveled, letting her fingers lightly explore the pale skin. "I spent a lot of time thinking about you too," Astrid smiled. She kissed down his chest, stopping to lick and suck at his nipples. Hiccup drew in air sharply, and lay his head back on the chair. When he was finally able to speak, he placed his hands under Astrid's thighs, and drew her closer to him. "What were you thinking about, m'lady?"
Astrid flashed her wicked grin again, and Hiccup felt himself yielding to her before she even responded." Besides the way you cook for me?" He chuckled. "I was thinking about how good you feel," she breathed into his ear, half-drunk on her own daring. She took one of his hands in her own, and place it on her breast, over her tunic.
Hiccup let out a soft sigh, and eagerly began caressing her chest. Astrid closed her eyes and ground her hips into his, and Hiccup moaned audibly. After another few delighted minutes, Hiccup kissed her collarbone, and looked up at her. "This doesn't seem quite fair," he ventured, gesturing at her clothed and armored chest. "I guess we could fix that," she purred.
Hiccup maintained eye contact as he removed her shoulder bands, then gently lifted her tunic over her head. He let the metal and cloth drop to the floor, and tried not to stare. Astrid's nearly-bare chest wasn't so unfamiliar as to make him blush, but he also hadn't yet mastered the art of casual intimacy. All he could hear was blood pounding in his ears, and he hesitated.
"You ok?" Astrid put her finger under his chin and brought his lips to hers. Gods, she smelled amazing. "I'm not cutting off circulation or anything?"
"Better than ok," he managed. He rested his hands on the tops of her thighs. "I like you here."
Astrid responded with more passionate kisses, and Hiccup let his hands wander across her perfect collarbones, down her pale and sinewed sternum, over her hardened stomach, and up to her worn breast-bindings. With closed eyes, he let go of trying to control his fingers, and let them lead themselves. They caressed and played and drew sighs from Astrid. Hiccup slipped a hand under the bindings and cupped her entire breast. Astrid whispered ohhh, and he stroked her nipple gently. Leaving her lips, Hiccup kissed his way down Astrid's chest, finally placing his warm mouth over the bindings. She took one of his hands in her own, and raised it to the knot on her back. With calloused fingers suddenly more clumsy than they'd ever been in sewing a flight suit or working the forge, the future Chief of Berk undid the tie, and the bindings dropped. Hiccup nearly bit his lip in an attempt to keep from saying "wow" out loud at the sight.
Astrid grinned at his reaction, though her shoulders tucked in instinctively. She felt powerful, beautiful, sexy even. She'd always been a skinny child, and she'd grown into a lanky young woman, more limbs than curves. But with Hiccup, she felt like Freya herself. She leaned forward, taking her new-found seductive powers for a spin. "Touch me," she whispered in his ear, letting her lips brush his neck. Instantly, she felt Hiccup's skin burst into goosebumps, and his erection give a little throb underneath her. With a gulp, he obeyed.
For a man who lived between a dragon and a forge, Hiccup's hands were remarkably gentle. Too much so, even. Astrid wanted him to drag his fingernails down her back, to command her hips, to pinch her nipples. He was so afraid of hurting her, of doing anything too quickly or too roughly. Most of the time, she appreciated it. This was all so new, and there was the Viking Code, after all. But in these moments, when her tongue was in his mouth and her bare skin was pressed against his, his slow and deliberate ways made her want to scream.
Hiccup was fighting to keep at least some of the blood in his head. His entire body ached with desire. All he could think was want want want, but the damn fellow who now seemed to be in charge refused to even be clear about what exactly it was he wanted. Hormone and instinct were helpful, but he was lacking the practical experience to know what to do with them. Still, the way she said touch me...Hiccup shuddered again at just the thought. He opened his eyes and forced himself to use his words. Communication. That had always been their strength.
"Do you..er, can I…?" he looped a finger under the waistband of Astrid's armored skirt. Nice one, Hiccup, he inwardly chastised himself. Real smooth.
Astrid reached for her side, and in one fumbling motion the skirt was gone, leaving just her leggings. Instantly, Hiccup forgot any internal dialogue. He could feel heat from between her legs, and he breathed into the desire. She moved her hips so...incredibly. They ground up and down and closer to him. The overwhelming movement, though, combined with the length of time she'd been on his lap, was starting to hurt his thighs and make his foot go numb. Hiccup reached under her butt and hoped his body would listen to him. With a grunt, he pushed off his legs, and lifted Astrid into the air as he stood. She coiled her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer. He was surprisingly strong. With another grunt, Hiccup took a step forward, and placed Astrid on the table. The boldness of his movements made her loosen her grip for a moment, just enough for him to kiss down her front and trail his tongue along her waistband. He caught her gaze as she moaned audibly.
Hiccup ghosted his fingers along her hips, teasing them under the fabric at her waist. As Astrid sighed on the table in front of him, he began to massage her thighs, working his thumbs in small circles, ever closer to her warm center. He kept watching her face, enjoying every sensual breath and reaction. He was also learning quickly how to read what she liked and didn't from the twitches of her mouth.
"Hicc.." she started, as his palm brushed the peak between her legs. He tilted his hand so his fingers covered her center, and began moving them up and down methodically over her leggings. She moaned into his ear, and he felt himself nearly bursting out of his pants. Astrid started thrusting shallowly into his hand, and Hiccup could hardly breathe. She took his palm, and guided the fingers up over the waistband, against her soft skin. This was new territory. He gingerly brushed the soft fuzz, but Astrid's low whines egged him on. "May I...?" he whispered. She kissed him hard and nodded, her forehead against his.
Hiccup inched his hand lower, over her crown and finding her incredibly wet folds. Oh Gods, were women like this all the time? That seemed so impractical. He scolded himself internally for trying to figure out Astrid like she was one of his inventions. She felt amazing now - that was what mattered. There'd be plenty of time to learn her mechanics later. Hiccup fumbled a bit, unsure of himself. He settled on sliding his fingers up and down her center without penetrating her. It made her hiss and whine and pull his hair. Astrid moved her hand down and grasped his, adjusting his rhythm. For a few blessed moments, they pitched together in harmony.
But Astrid wasn't the patient type. Just as Hiccup he'd gotten the hang of it, she guided his finger inside of her. She gasped as he entered, and he paused for a moment, worried he'd hurt her. She pushed him in harder. Confused, Hiccup looked at Astrid's face and realized it was painted with ecstasy. He tentatively moved his hand, and watched her head tilt back in pleasure. Emboldened, he continued, gradually building to thrusting his digit in and out. He continued the motions, kissing her neck, until she let out an enormous sigh and eased him away. Astrid fell back on the table, breathing heavily.
"How're you doing babe?" he asked, leaning over her.
She extended her arms out towards him in invitation, still panting.
"I've got a better plan," Hiccup smiled. He turned his back to the table and wrapped her legs around his waist. "Alley-oop!"
Astrid laughed. She sat up and put her arms around his neck, allowing him to carrying her on his back. She kissed Hiccup's cheek as he carried her over to her bed, and set her down with as much grace as he could muster. Luckily, Astrid didn't seem to mind the extra bruise or two.
Just couldn't stick to the 80/20 fluff/smut. Had a lot of fun trying to capture the inter-play of genuine feelings, overwhelming hormones, and terrifying awkwardness that is teen first love. Not as 'hot' as some, but wanted to stay true to these characters and where they're at.