So…I was feeling smutty and this just kind of happened. Enjoy But, WARNING - Astrid x Someone-Not-Hiccup.

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Title: I'll Scream Yours if You Scream Mine

She heard the splattering of blood on the stone floor and she couldn't stop the cry from leaping out of her hoarse throat. It was intelligible, but contained all her grief and pain. She tried once again to wrench herself from the Berserkers grasp. Her captors didn't need to tighten their grasp. Her muscles were weakened and she regrettable was not stronger than two grown men with arms wider than she was.

"What's that? Hmm?" Dagur smiled, glancing over his shoulder at her. He raised the knuckles that held the bloodied knife to wipe away a drop that had landed on his cheek. "Oh, I'm sorry, am I upsetting you?"

Astrid held in her fury. His smug grin broke wider into a hysteria and his laughter bounced off the stone walls. Her heart was breaking at the sight of Hiccup. The dagger had been rammed unceremoniously into his gut. He lay still on the floor at Dagur's feet. She could see him gently breathing, but his inhales were shallow and far between. He needed help. They needed to get out of her as fast as they could.

"Stop!" Astrid cried as Dagur stepped over Hiccup again, fist tightened around the knife that was already dripping.

Dagur hesitated and slowly turned to face her as a single drop of blood fell from the blade and onto the floor. It made a pitiful smack.

"Stop, please," Astrid pleaded. She was not proud to do so, but for Hiccup, she would do anything to save him, even beg and plead.

Dagur, seemingly interested, took a tentative step toward her. He was not wrong in his advance. She was unarmed and beaten. There was little she could do to him in her state.

"I could, but," Dagur sighed, as if this were a simple diplomatic matter, "I want to slice him into pieces, so very much. There's not much else I want as badly. However,"

"What?" Astrid stepped into trap as he hesitated.

Dagur's grin flashed wicked as he knelt in front of her, to be at eye lever with her, and gentle touched her chin with the flat side of the bloodied blade. She felt the warmth of Hiccup's fresh blood on her skin and it sent a dark parade of chills and hatred down her spine.

"However," Dagur repeated, licking his lips, "I might be able to…forget this transgression, for a price,"

"What?" Astrid asked again, feeling a knot tightened in her chest. She inhaled. Berk needed Hiccup more than it did her. "If it is my life in exchange, then so be it."

Dagur, smiling, shook his head, "It's not your life that I'd rather have."

His cold eyes lingered on her face and made a span downward.

Was that it? Astrid shivered as his finger reached out and wiped the blood from her chin.

"Hm? Dagur asked, "What do you say? You, for him?"

"Okay," Astrid nodded quickly.

"Astrid," Hiccup gasped from the floor.

His pitiful and strained voice ripped through her chest. Dagur waved the guards away and reached for Astrid's secured wrists. Hiccup tried to reach for her, his weakened arm twitched, his breath gasping.

"Hiccup, don't worry about me," Astrid said as Dagur pulled her away.

"Oh, you don't have to worry, Hiccup," Dagur repeated, "I'll make sure your bitch is safe and warm,"

There was nothing in his tone that made her believe she would be either. She caught a last glimpse of Hiccup as Dagur drug her into a separate room.

"You promise you won't hurt him," Astrid said as Dagur pushed her down into a stack of furs.

"His fate will be determined by you, right now," Dagur warned lowly. She grit her teeth. Dagur stepped toward her and reached for her binds, lifting her wrists painfully high, and held the knife at the ropes. "What's your move?"

She wanted to punch his teeth out and use that knife to gut him while he was writhing on the floor. But then what? She was horrible out numbered, weakened, and would have to get Hiccup and somehow get to the dragons' pen before they could fly off in an escape. That was beyond ridiculous and not in her favor.

"Okay," Astrid nodded. She would do this then, give in, to save Hiccup. She widened her legs beneath him.

Dagur grinned maddeningly as the ropes were sliced. He threw them aside and he worked himself between her legs and landed a forceful kiss to her lips. His tongue battled hers and won. His hands searched her body for easy ways of disrobing, but she would rush this no faster. After a short time that felt much longer, he broke apart this lips, sporting a grimace.

"Oh, come on, I know you can do better than that," Dagur whined. "You want Hiccup and yourself to make it out of here, right? Well then, you're going to have to work for it."

Spirited, Astrid pushed against his chest, switching their positions, and straddled him as she worked her tongue into his mouth. He wanted rousing sex? Fine then. If he was going to enjoy this then so was she.

They fought for dominance, with hands, teeth, moans, and nails. Astrid cried out as his teeth barred down on her collarbone. He was as rough with his mouth as he was with his hands. He held onto her breast, lips on her neck, and the calluses on his fingers brushed against the center that was hard from the cold and stimulation. He laughed against her skin and repeated his action.

But she refused to let him believe he was winning. She bit his ear, pulled at it with her teeth, and relished the pained groan he whispered into her ear. She trailed her nails down his torso and grasped onto his hot erection. His hips bucked into her hand and she managed a few pumps before he pushed her down onto the furs.

"I can see why Hiccup is so infatuated with you," Dagur's hot breath trickled onto her cheek. "And here I thought you both were innocent,"

Astrid laughed, and he bit her lip. She used the advantage to push her tongue into his mouth. "Just between you and me, Hiccup and I have had plenty of practice,"

She didn't like admitting it. Even the rumors of her and Hiccup's existing intimacy could harbor ill will on Berk. He would be chief one day and needed a reputation that suited him, his wife's as well.

"Oh, it's a shame he's incapacitated, or I'd ask him to join," Dagur smiled against her.

Astrid laughed again, "I'm more of a one at a time kind of girl,"

Dagur laughed.

What was wrong with her? She was enjoying the banter and was she wrong to believe that she was enjoying the sex as well? There was a risk, a level of badness, that mad this entire ordeal seem so tantalizing, sinfully worth it, and damningly erotic. She found herself adjusting her position as Dagur did, digging her nails into his shoulder bladed as he entered her, and moaned at the sensation he brought into her flesh with each thrust.

She was almost there when he pulled himself out.

"What?" Astrid gasped at him, angry at both him and the disappointment she felt. He wasn't finished, she could clearly see that, and neither was she. "What the hell are you doing?"

Dagur laughed, "Turn around,"

Oh, Astrid let her grin turn cold and wicked. She did as she was instructed and repositioned herself on her hands and knees. He pulled her hips back into his groin and pushed himself back inside. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy this angle, she did, but it made her feel…demeaned. This was how the animals would do it, and she was no animal and refused to be treated like one. She was a human, a warrior, and even though she'd never admitted it out loud, a lady. It was demeaning which is probably why Dagur preferred it.

"I'll scream yours if you scream mine," Dagur mused, breathless.

"You wish," Astrid spat.

She was surprised when he laughed. He pounded, hard, and she groaned as she was pushed forward. Dagur hummed at the sound.

"Do that again," Astrid told him. He did, grunting, and she felt it again. It hurt, a little, but it was elating. Was it wrong for her to enjoy this as much as she pretended to?

She gripped the furs beneath her palms as she felt it rising, rising, and exploding into her bloods, racing like cold fire through her limbs, and shaking her mind into a temporary ecstasy. She gasped as Dagur finished harder and pulled himself out. She collapsed onto the furs in time to see him spill, suddenly thankful for his retreat.

"What?" Dagur asked when he saw her stare. "Do you think I want tiny Dagurs running all over the places? No! they'd be constantly trying to kill me and take my throne. Like I did to my father."

Astrid watched him wipe it away on a rag while she caught her running breath. Dagur pulled on a paid of pants and came back to the bed of furs. He crawled over to her, running a hand up her side, clutching onto her breast, suckling gently at her nipple, leaving a trail of kissing up her chest and neck, and finished with a kiss on the lips.

"We should do thing again sometime," Dagur whispered in her ear, "Don't try too hard to evade the nets next time you come into Berserker waters,"

Astrid had no response. This was a memory that she would likely push away and never think about, never speak of, again.

"And, sadly, as per our deal, you can go." Dagur said as he pulled a shirt over his head.

Astrid didn't want for him to change his mind. She dressed as quickly as possible and head back into the room where Hiccup lie dying. She came to her knees at his side.

"Astrid," Hiccup gasped.

"Don't talk, we'll get you home," Astrid said as she reached for him. He took her offer of air and she heaved him slowly into the air. He leaned on her as they made their way into the dragons' pen.

"Astrid, you didn't," Hiccup gasped, "Did you?"

"We'll talk about it later, okay?" Astrid said.

He gave her a sorrowful look.

"I promise. When you're better I will tell you everything," Astrid said, but she intended to lie about most of it.