Hey, team, this whole collection is M rated drabbles, or to be more precise, smut. Please, don't act surprised or offended when "mature" things come up in these drabbles. Because there will be mature themes. Are mature themes, if you haven't already noticed. I know that not giving a head-up or warning about contents upsets some of you and I will try to throw some disclaimers on future drabbles for those more sensitive readers, writer's honor. Here, I'll start:
DISCLAIMER: Smut, Hiccstrid. Light S&M, but totally consensual. Mild embarrassment.
Are you guys excited? Because I am. Let's go!
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Title: Fury, Fury
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Astrid tipped the cutting board and dumped the cabbage into the pot. She had just stepped to the wash basin, lifted the board to drop it in, as the front door opened. It slammed shut and she dropped the board, splattering the soapy suds in all directions.
Hiccup furiously paced, brows knit together, lips mumbling fierce but incoherent words. Astrid watched him, wiping away the stray drop of wash water from her cheek.
"Hiccup?"
Hiccup grabbed a cup from the table, hers, and threw it. It smashed against the door and shattered, mead splattering everywhere.
"Hiccup!" Astrid said, startled from his outburst. He resumed his pacing and she took a step toward him. "Hiccup, babe, calm down, t-"
"What?" Hiccup turned sharply on his heels, swinging his hands out as he did so, voice raised. "Am I not allowed to be mad?"
"I didn't say that." Astrid shook her head. "What happened?"
"It's nothing."
"Come on, you can talk to me,"
"Nothing happened. I'm fine."
"Yeah, I can see that." Astrid immediately saw her mistake. Hiccup's eyes had been burning before, but when he turned them on her, their fury's flames tickled her skin, at first an unpleasant surge, but the longer he stared, the hotter it became.
He pointed a shaking finger toward her. "You throw your anger around like birdseed. Don't tell me not to be mad. Just leave me alone, alright? I'm not in the mood."
Astrid stayed where she stood, frozen, his words tightly wound, his fists balled and knuckles white, his entire body shaking, his breath ragged. She'd never seen him like this. His rage was…a glow.
"What?" Hiccup spat.
Astrid opened her mouth, but stuttered over her words. She couldn't find the right ones to explain herself, to voice what she was feeling. She couldn't explain what she didn't understand. Hiccup was staring at her, brows tight, exasperation showing, rage livid, glare furious. He was daring her to add to the pile, to be the last strew, to poke the already enraged dragon.
"What?" he spat again, hands open.
"It's…"
"It's what, Astrid?" Hiccup shouted. "It's what? Wrong for the chief to be upset? To let trivial village nonsense get to me? To be anything but understanding and compliant?"
Astrid shook her head. She couldn't take her eyes off of him.
Hiccup groaned and rolled his eyes. "Then what?"
"You're really attractive when you're angry," Astrid said quietly. Her breath caught in her throat as confusion lightened his glare. It was as much an epiphany to her as it was to him.
"What?" Hiccup mouthed.
"You want to go upstairs?" Astrid half-pleaded. "Right now?"
Hiccup blinked. "Astrid-"
"Hiccup," Astrid said, finding her voice. "Upstairs."
She pointed to the stairs and started that way, pulling her shirt free of her skirt. His footsteps followed and by the time she reached the second floor, she was pulling her shirt over her head. Hiccup was behind her, pulling at the buckles across his stomach. Clothing hit the floor, and they crashed into the bed, a mess of limbs. His kisses were hard, his hands were needy, his nails scratched along her stomach.
"Hiccup," she gasped as his teeth grazed her neck.
"Hm?"
"Tie me,"
"What?" Hiccup asked, his lips paused. He pushed himself up on his arms, confusion lined his eyes as they searched her face.
"Tie me up," Astrid said, breathless, slowly raising her arms, grazing his chest on their path to the headboard. She pressed them against the wood and crossed her wrists.
Hiccup blinked at her, her wrists, and stretched to the bedside table. He dug through until he pulled out a leather scrap. He returned to his place above her hips, fingering the leather. He leaned over her and slowly wrapped the leather around her wrists and the headboard.
"Tighter,"
Hiccup paused, glanced down her, and pulled the knot, but winced when Astrid did. He stuck his finger into the knot to loosen it, but she stopped him. "No, I like it."
Hiccup swallowed. "Astrid,"
"Come here. " Astrid licked her lips.
Hiccup was leaning over her, his hair draping his unreadable face, a small, almost inaudible gasp eased out, hidden among his breaths. He bent down to his elbows and pressed his lips to hers. With her hands bound, his were free to roam, which they did, hungrily. He slid his rough fingers along her waist, gripped her hip, squeezed her butt, her thighs. He drank the moans that poured into mouth from hers, as thirsty as man who'd never tasted water.
His mouth left her and kissed downward, sucking the smooth skin on her neck, her collarbone, grazing his teeth along the skin. His hand slid up her side, captured a breast in his grip, and pressed against the center as he kissed his way to meet his hand. Astrid let her pleasure be audible.
"Bite me," she gasped.
"You sure?" Hiccup released her nipple from his mouth, pausing to look at her.
"Bite me," Astrid said, a command, not a suggestion.
Hiccup's stare lingered on her, and then returned to his previous endeavor. He took her nipple back into his mouth, between his teeth, pulling as he teased with his tongue. Astrid cried out, arching her back, pressing her chest further into him.
"Uh…harder," Astrid gasped.
"Astrid," Hiccup let go of her. His face had softened, his anger ebbed, confusion seeping through his green eyes. He opened his mouth, but words tumbled up his throat.
"What?"
"I don't want to hurt you,"
"Don't worry about it." Astrid shook her head. "Just do it."
"Okay,"
Hiccup bit down and Astrid let out a sharp cry, followed by a continuous moan as Hiccup worked his tongue to soften the blow. He left the site with a kiss and moved to the other side, and repeated, pushing out the same pleasured cries from the back of her throat. Her fingers twitched, her hips bucked, her legs squirmed beneath him.
"Hiccup," Astrid pleaded. She squeezed his waist. He returned to his elbows and kissed her as he arranged his waist between her thighs, nudging his way to her center.
"Ready?" Hiccup asked. He was poised above her, waiting for her answer, her consent, the order.
"Hiccup," Astrid clenched her fists, her arms squirming in the leather. Hiccup shifted, and reached up to the straps, but she stopped him. "No."
His hand paused, eyes pinned on her.
She widened her legs. "Fuck me."
Hiccup hesitated, but returned his hand to the bed. He pushed into her, moaning as he went. He lingered, retreated, and repeated.
"Harder," Astrid breathed. The next thrust was harder, but not what she wanted. "Harder." He thrust again, harder still. She gasped, but it wasn't enough, "Harder!"
He thrust into her, as far as he could go, hard, pushing against her, pushing her hips into the bed. It hit something that sent shivers up her spine, shook her muscles, sending a tremor through her entire being.
"Astrid?" Hiccup said in a panic.
"Don't stop," she pleaded. He opened his mouth, but she spoke before he could. "DON'T STOP!"
He thrust back into her and the same cry fell out of her throat. Again and again, the feverish shivers wracked through her body. She wasn't being quiet, she knew, but she didn't care if someone heard them. They were married, so who cared if their bed life was whispered about? Let them talk about it. Let them be jealous of it.
Hiccup's breath grew ragged. Sweat shimmered across his chest, his stomach. He was getting closer, she could hear the ecstasy tipping in his moan, feel it in his quickness, feel it in herself. It was burning through her abdomen, searing across her skin, sweating through her scalp. It finally burst, a raging firestorm that engulfed them both. She collapsed, her limbs out of her control, limp as bread dough. Hiccup finished soon after her, falling to the bed beside her, resting his head on her chest.
"Oh, gods, Hiccup," Astrid gasped. "That was…absolutely amazing."
Hiccup chuckled, an exasperated sound, as he ran a hand through his hair.
"What?" Astrid asked, trying to look down at him, but the angle was awkward.
"Nothing," Hiccup said, but he was smiling. "It was amazing. But, it's just…" he shrugged and brought a hand up to her breast. "You're going to bruise."
"So?"
Hiccup pushed himself up to a sitting position, face worried, hand still on her chest.
"What?" Astrid shrugged. "We'll just wait until the bruises go away to do it again."
Hiccup's brow shot up and his lip twitched into a smirk. He chuckled, leaned to kiss the nipple he'd been examine, and shifted to straddle her.
"Hiccup?"
"Yeah?" Hiccup asked, hands gently stroking her stomach.
"Can you untie me?"
Hiccup grinned up at her.
"Hiccup?"
He didn't say anything. His fingers trailed through the hair between her legs, through the slickness, and then inside of her. His thumb pushed against her, fiddled and rubbed, his eyes glancing between her and his hands.
"Hiccup," she gasped, squirming, but he held her against the bed. Toes curling, she gasped as the edge was pulled back into her sights.
He withdrew his shiny fingers and trailed kisses up her hipbone, biting at her, between her breasts, and coming to rest his lips on hers. His kisses weren't as hungry as they were before. They were tender, sweet, loving. He flattened himself on top of her, curving his limbs around hers.
"You want to go again?" he whispered to her lips.
Astrid could feel his erection on her thigh. "I don't know, Hiccup, I don't think I can take another one like that."
"It doesn't have to be like that," Hiccup said, tongue on her neck. He smiled against her neck. "I'll be gentle."
She stretched her neck to his lips, smiling toward the ceiling, and widened her limp legs underneath him. He adjusted and she wrapped herself around his waist. He took her invitation and pressed into her again. He moaned into her neck as he thrust, gently.
He was right, she could feel the bruising at it's early stages. It would be a bother tomorrow, but for right now, he took his time, gently as he'd said. With a burst of speed, it burst once again, but nowhere as bright as before. He finished, and collapsed onto her.
"Hiccup?"
"Hm?"
"My hands are starting to really hurt,"
Hiccup pushing himself back to his sitting position. He reached up to the leather around her wrists and worked at it, his face growing more unhappy with every moment.
"Hiccup?"
"I'm getting it,"
"Hiccup?"
"Don't move, you're making it worse."
"I'm not trying to."
"The knot's too tight. I'm going to get a knife."
"Hiccup?" Astrid called after him as he scooted off the bed. He reached down for his discarded flight suit. After a moment too long she asked again, "Hiccup?"
"Got it," Hiccup pulled the dagger out of his suit and climbed back onto the bed, straddled her, and poised the blade of the knife against the leather.
They had been to busy in the previous moments to have heard the gentle sound of the wooden door open and then close. Hiccup had just pressed the blade into the leather, carefully, as to not draw blood, when the stairs creaked.
"Oh, gods!"
"Mom!"
The knife slipped, and Hiccup tried to pulled it away, but he didn't correct himself in time. A line of red appeared on Astrid's arm and it was accompanied by her painful cry. Valka turned sharply on her heel, eyes closed and covered, and she retreated back down the stairs, mumbling nervous apologies. Hiccup jumped from the bed, knife still in hand.
"Hiccup!" Astrid called after him when he dropped the knife. He yanked on his pants and tied them with shaking hands.
"My mother just saw me naked," Hiccup whispered.
"Hiccup, I'm bleeding, cut me loose,"
"I will, I will," Hiccup said.
He bent down to the floor and picked the knife back up. He bent over her again and cut through the leather. Astrid groaned as she dropped her hands back down to her sides, rubbing her wrists.
"My mom just saw me naked," Hiccup whispered.
"Yes, but she could have walked in ten minutes ago and it would have been a lot worse," Astrid said with a smile.
"This isn't funny."
Astrid laughed as she scooted off the bed.
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