Part 2

Hiccup's fears turned out to be for naught. The village all celebrated their engagement. Albeit it was arranged between the fathers legally, which was why they had taken the afternoon to arrange the paperwork, also because they just wanted to tease the couple whom they knew were fretting outside the house, but they were no less thrilled by the official news of the Pride of Berk and Fearless Astrid Hofferson. No one in Berk was surprised, other than Hiccup himself, when they congratulated them on their engagement. Everyone said, 'Oh, we're not surprised…' or 'It's about time!' And all Hiccup could say was a thank you in his dazed state. Stoick and Asger laughed to each other while taking their time with it, knowing that Hiccup would be freaking out. They had already known for a while that Hiccup and Astrid were in love. They just hadn't gotten around to it. And Stoick, being Stoick, chose the moment of catching the love-birds together to start up the arrangements. The elders both saw Hiccup's attraction to Astrid, and vice versa. Tradition dictated the next move, was Hiccup's. As Astrid's representative, his consent only made things smoother for Hiccup. The question was whether Hiccup himself was going to initiate things. But now that the families were all on board, and Astrid herself was okay with it, now it just added the pressure on Hiccup to get a move on….

Hiccup listened to his father and Gobber joking around about the cruel joke they played on the two and listened when Stoick started talking of arrangements and so on. Asger turned and asked his daughter, 'What do you think of it, Astrid?' Hiccup looked to her, and her face was a calmly lit joy.

'I think it's great.' She said. She smiled encouragingly at Hiccup and he nodded weakly in return. Then Stoick began speaking enthusiastically about wedding plans and invitations and Hiccup just decided to zone out. That night, when he hugged Astrid goodnight, watched carefully of course, by the fathers, he forced himself to smile for her. Astrid looked up, her hand on his chest and frowned. 'What's wrong?' She asked

'Nothing.' Hiccup lied.

'Something is.' Astrid said, her eyes narrowed and suspicious. Hiccup just sighed and smiled, trying to be genuine this time. Truthfully, he didn't know how he felt. The numbness was spreading from his head to his body and just felt exhausted - heaviness in his chest and mind. 'I'm tired. It's been a really long day.' Hiccup said.

Astrid reached up, and ran her fingers through his hair. She laid her hands to rest at his chin and she gazed at him with concern. 'Are you sure?' She asked. She knew that whenever Hiccup was upset, it was wise to let him talk about it. But whenever he kept his emotions bottled up, it was cause for concern. But Hiccup smiled at her, the smile not quite touching his eyes, and he kissed her gently on the lips, holding her close and placing his gentle hands on her waist. When he went to bed that night, he couldn't close his eyes.

What was the problem anyway? Why was he feeling this sense of anxiety at the thought of tomorrow? Why was he feelings anger towards his father? He knew his father meant well. This was his way of saying that he approved of Astrid, probably more than he did his own son…but why was he so mad? He wanted to marry Astrid; he had imagined what it would be like for her to be by his side, to not be shy of their touches and kisses, to wake up to her smiling at him. She was beautiful; she didn't deserve his hesitation and reluctance… By all rights, he had it easier than most…the parents not getting to a peaceful mundr, and things would drag for weeks….or the prospective maid was reluctant, shown through her male representative – but Hel, Astrid has never been unsure about something she did or didn't want. What was the problem?

The next morning, having gotten only a few hours of restless sleep, Hiccup woke to Toothless bounding around the room excitedly. He seemed to be picking up on the village's mood, but when he noticed how sluggish his rider was, he paused and padded up to him.

Rowr? Toothless inquired

'I'm okay, bud. Let's go flying now.' Hiccup said. At the word 'flying', Toothless resumed his excited thumping around the room and Hiccup smiled for the joy in his friend's leaps. As he descended the stairs, rubbing his dry eyes, while Toothless just leaped from the second story down to the fireplace, he was surprised to find that Asger and Astrid were there at the dining table too. Stunned, he walked up to Astrid, who had looked up at his approach to smile at him. 'What's…going on?' He asked. Clearly, they would not be flying anywhere for a while.

'Your dad is a little enthusiastic about this.' Astrid replied simply. Hiccup sighed again, causing Astrid to look at his face a little more carefully. He looked tired; even more so than he did before. There was something bothering him. But what? Astrid examined his face, and Hiccup looked back and smiled.

'You're doing that thing with your pouty lips and squint of your eyes again. You're worrying about something…' Hiccup laughed.

'I'm worrying about you. Are you okay?' Astrid replied. She put her hands on his chest, while leaning into the arms which wound around her, snuggling in the warmth of his arms and the residual heat of a recently woken body. Hiccup gave a non-committal head shake and walked to sit by his father.

'Ah, Hiccup!' Stoick bellowed. He seemed to be in a splendid mood. His eyes twinkled and he was laughing jovially with the elder Hofferson, making preparations and plans. Hiccup's head spun at all of it. 'Oh… These are the perfect arrangements. Oh, I never thought I'd be more proud of a future daughter-in-law of Astrid…' Stoick beamed at Astrid and she returned the smile. She really looked radiant, Hiccup thought. She was happy. That pang of guilt hit him again, but he didn't have time to think about it when Stoick's booming voice intruded his thought. 'Ohhh! When you two are married, it'll finally feel like Berk is complete. The two of you will breeze through the chieftain tour and oh, I can't wait to see their faces at the two of you…' Stoick shivered in his excitement. 'And after that, the two of you can start thinking about those heirs…' Stoick gestured in his excitement with Asger laughing slightly at the Chief's delight.

Wait, heirs? Hiccup backpedalled. 'What?' He asked, blinking out of his reverie.

'Oh, it'll be at least a year down the road, but you two will be fine. Right, Astrid?' Stoick giggled to Astrid, who turned to look at Hiccup. She knew him too well to know that tone in his voice, slightly higher than normal in stress.

'Wait, hold up dad. We just barely popped out the idea of marriage…' Hiccup held up a hand, as if to restrain the air. 'Now you're talking heirs? Isn't this a little too fast?' Hiccup said breathlessly, turning to Astrid unconsciously for help, standing up in his anxiety.

'Oh you will be fine…' Stoick dismissed.

'No, I won't!' Hiccup shouted. The room turned silent at his outburst. At the back of his mind, Hiccup was surprised at his own release of emotion, at the same time embarrassed at the room's attention on him. The jovial and optimistic atmosphere suddenly turned sour, and heavy with the breath of tension Hiccup was exuding. Hiccup took a breath.

'Dad, did it ever occur to you what I think? Do you ever ask me how I feel about anything?' Hiccup asked softly, the thunder broiling in his deadly calm. His eyes were piercing and sharp and his rage was seething in his chest he barely held it with his clenched fists.

'Of course, son' Stoick replied, a little bit surprised

'No, you don't! You never ask me. You never listen to me. You ask Astrid what she thinks, because you know she will agree with you.' He pointed an imperious finger at the Astrid, whose mouth was agape. 'I'll bet it's because she is the Viking you want me to be, and the daughter you wish you had. And you…you…plan out my entire life and you never even bother to ask me what I think about it?' Hiccup shouted, gesturing with his hands agitatedly

'Now, listen here Hiccup -' Stoick started, stepping forward with the deep tone of a chief.

'No, you listen!' Hiccup's voice raised, and he squeezed his eyes shut. He panted as he glared at his father, letting loose his thoughts and fears with his every word. 'You can make whatever arrangements and plans and whatever it is between yourself, but I am not doing it! Especially marriage. I will do what I feel is right; at my own time, when I feel I am ready. Not you!' Hiccup shouted. He turned and dashed out the door, Toothless following, a little confused at the shouting

'Hiccup!' Stoick yelled following Hiccup to the door, but Hiccup had already swiftly and expertly swung unto Toothless and was flying away without a glance at his father. Astrid stared in astonishment; she had never seen this side of Hiccup, the Hiccup that was always controlled. But he only showed his frustration and disappointment to her, but rarely. He always kept it bottled up, and she knew that one day it would boil over. She should have known… Hiccup never complained about his dad pushing him into his duties, he never once showed his feelings. I guess this was what he was upset about. Stoick grunted in frustration and moved to follow on Skullcrusher.

'No. Sir, I think it's best to let him cool off…' Astrid said. Stoick looked at her then sighed, shaking his head.

'Aye… Perhaps you're right, Astrid. You know him better than I…' Stoick muttered. He dropped himself back unto his chair and sighed gloomily. Astrid's mind ravelled as she gazed at the Chief. She turned towards him with that look of calculation she always had.

'Sir, what is this about? This isn't just because you caught me and Hiccup together. Why the sudden move? I know there is more to this than just that.' Astrid pointed blankly at Stoick with a piercing stare of blue eyes.

'Astrid…' Her father started. Astrid knew that tone. It was the ''listen to the adults now'' tone she always had when she was a child, but she was a child no longer. She cut him off with a glare and stepped forward to face Stoick.

'No Asger. I'll speak to her in private please… Thank you for your time.' Stoick said. Asger looked at the pair of them and sighed, marching out the door and shutting it behind him. Astrid turned back to the massive Chief of Berk, sitting resignedly in his chair.

'Astrid, I just want what is best for the two of you… Both of you are physically ready…' Stoick started.

'No.' Astrid countered. 'I know that isn't all of it. Hiccup and I have been together for years now. Anytime, you could have arranged the marriage. Why now? What does me being physically ready for Hiccup now have to trigger it?' Astrid insisted.

Stoick looked at her and sighed. 'You know Hiccup lost his mother very young… When he was only a babe…' Stoick began. His tone grew forlorn and soft, and his face became gentle and sensitive, a side Hiccup had said was rare for the stoic chief. His eyes grew sad, at the memory of Hiccup's mother. Astrid was stunned, puzzled at how Hiccup's mother fit into all of this. 'She and I had a beautiful life together. We didn't always get along; Odin knows how many times she disapproved of the dragon-killing. Gods… Hiccup is so much like her…' Stoick shook his head fondly, his bear swaying in the movement. 'But I…I loved her…' Stoick sighed. His eyes were so shimmering; it looked like tears were close. But the Viking never showed it and he stood, turning away from Astrid as he spoke. Astrid allowed him to continue.

'Hiccup was so young when she…' Stoick paused, unable to continue. 'I just can't help but feel… If I had just married her sooner… If I had just had Hiccup sooner…. Maybe Hiccup would have more time with her, gotten to know her at least a bit longer…' Stoick sighed in exasperation, dropping his hands which had gestured, trying to articulate his feelings, a trait which Astrid found, both father and son shared. 'What you and Hiccup have reminds me of her…'

'But, we don't have war with the Dragons now… We don't—' Astrid said

'It's not that…' Stoick shook his beard, interrupting her. 'Time is precious. It gets away from us, no matter the war. No matter if there is peace, the gods may take any of us away at any time… I even nearly lost my son…' Stoick explained, his eyes darkening and he crumpled his face at the memory of the battle with the Red Death, and Hiccup's still form and the tumultuous weeks of uncertainty following. He looked up at her, his eyes piercing and true. 'You and Hiccup are in love. I can see that plain as day. And I want you two to have as much time as you can.' Stoick said, turning to face Astrid's open face. He held her dainty warriors hands in his as she looked up at him with an even gaze.

Astrid smiled. 'But time doesn't have to be this way… Time is meant to be shared, to be felt and appreciated… Putting a legal stamp on it…forcing it on Hiccup is not going to make that anymore precious…' Astrid explained. Stoick's eyes widened at the sensibility in Astrid's tone. He sighed as he smiled at her. Astrid continued, 'You know Hiccup… He is the kind to think twice about any action. His instincts and his heart are what we love. You can't just cage him. You know he doesn't like to spend hours in that workshop…. You know he doesn't like to be cut off from the sky. Gods knows he's not ready to be trapped here as chief yet…' Astrid laughed as she shrugged.

Stoick sighed again, the hairs on his beard trembling with the heavy breath. 'I only wanted to prepare him…'

'I know…' Astrid smiled kindly

'I never meant for him to think that I wanted you as a daughter instead of him… I'm proud of him. I'm so proud of him…. I just want to give him the world. I want him to have what I had, in you. I want him to have things I couldn't have….' Stoick sighed.

'And he will…' Astrid reassured the chief. 'But you can't rush this…' Astrid explained. Stoick smiled at her, his affection clear and his heart already loving Astrid like his own daughter.

/

Hiccup flew. He let the sky and the cold winds blow back his hair. He hadn't eaten anything so he was famished. But his appetite had not caught up with him yet. He let out a guttural yell at the sky, shaking his fists and falling back on Toothless. Toothless growled in response; Hiccup was angry, that much he could tell… Hiccup sighed and directed Toothless to fly, just fly away – away from Berk, away from his father and his expectations and his rules and his plans and his annoying…everything! He flew on till he found land that he was familiar with, land that he had explored that was the furthest he had ever ventured from home. He landed on the edge of a cliff and sighed. He sat dangling his feet over the edge while Toothless stared at him with concern and sat down behind him, letting his tiny rider lean his back on his and curled around him protectively. He was upset, so he needed warmth…

Hiccup sat there for hours just glowering at the beautiful scenery. He fell asleep lying on Toothless' side, and woke to find himself curled up at the same spot he had fallen asleep, but feeling sore all over. The sky was a radiant orange, and the sun was setting but the colours were something that Hiccup wished he could plant forever in his notebook. Hiccup was surprised he had slept almost the entire day undisturbed. He had expected his father to come after him…he always did. He grunted and stretched, Toothless looking up at his rider. He whined; he was hungry. So Hiccup mounted Toothless and they flew over the ocean catching fish. They dined; Toothless gobbling greedily on an entire pile of fish, while Hiccup morosely munched on his smoked cod. Even though he was hungry, he just didn't have the appetite to eat. He stared at the fire crackling and poked his fish into the flames occasionally, sighing and watching the embers flare.

The steady beat of wings and a squawk like a big chicken alerted him to the presence of a Deadly Nadder, and Hiccup and Toothles looked up to find Astrid landing on the bluff a distance away. She dismounted and walked over to Hiccup, who was studiously staring at the flames again, and pushed off her fur hood. Toothless excitedly sprang up, making Hiccup who was leaning on his side to fall backwards on his back unceremoniously. He went to greet Stormfly, and the two dragons amused themselves with play. He grunted in annoyance, but turned back to ignore Astrid. She sat down beside him without a word. She gazed at him and placed a hand on his thigh.

'I'm sorry, Hiccup…' Astrid started. Hiccup snorted, surprising Astrid with his atypical grouchy attitude. He must have really taken the entire incident with Stoick to heart in more ways than she thought. 'Hiccup…' Astrid whispered. She placed a gentle hand on his leg, and Hiccup let out a long and tired sigh at the touch. He looked at Astrid with a wealth of emotions in his mind, that Astrid wasn't sure if she really knew after all.

'Hiccup, please don't be mad at your dad…' Astrid said, rubbing his arm with her other hand. Her eyes pleaded with Hiccup's stony eyes of anger.

Hiccup grunted. 'I just…wish that he could just….talk to me! He never talks to me…' Hiccup shouted, stumbling over his words in anger. He lowered his voice, in an effort to be calm. He took a deep breath, 'I hate it that he plans everything without my thought or consent. I hate it that he thinks he knows me and tries to fix everything and anything I do, and he just…doesn't understand me…' Hiccup burst with every word increasing in speed, but sighed and hung his head. Astrid gazed at him sympathetically. She only could understand a little bit of that; that her parents expected her to maintain her streak of excellence in her work, but most of it stemmed from expectations from herself. She would never understand what it was like, to be trained and groomed to be the future Chief; someone like Hiccup, who was as free as a dragon soaring through the air, or as carefree as a Gronkle in a dragon-nip field. She sighed as well, when Hiccup's eyes turned depressed and fell. 'I thought things were getting better. But now this whole 'chief' thing is…' Hiccup stalled. He sighed again and looked to Astrid. 'Clearly he prefers you to me…' Hiccup said

'No…' Astrid shook her head, bringing herself closer to Hiccup till she was leaning against him. She hugged his arm to her chest and put a hand over his heart. 'He loves you…' Astrid reiterated

'Yeah? Sure doesn't feel that way sometimes…' Hiccup muttered. He put a hand atop the one on his chest, feeling his heartbeat through both of their palms.

'He does. I know it. He just wants you to have what is best of the best all of the time. He just doesn't know how to tell you these things, or how exactly to do so. He still is the hardened chief who popped dragons' heads of their shoulders right?' Astrid reasoned. Hiccup listened; Astrid always made sense. He could never argue with her

'Yeah… You're right…' Hiccup muttered, dipping his head. Astrid's eyes narrowed, her suspicions arousing.

'What….?' Astrid growled.

'What? No, really. I agree…just not that happy about it.' Hiccup said, his eyes flying wide and raising his hands in surrender.

'There's something else…' Astrid's eyes bored into Hiccup's, making him lean back subconsciously trying to distance himself from her.

'There's nothing...!' Hiccup insisted, desperately trying to subtly extricated his arm from Astrid's grip. Astrid was unconvinced. His voice went up when he was stressed or lying and he was doing both.

'No, what is it? Out with it. Don't keep it to yourself. Just tell me, I want to help you.' Astrid smacked his arm. Hiccup just rubbed the sore area and looked down.

Astrid stared and her eyes widened. 'It's something to do with me isn't it? Something you're not telling me…' Astrid whispered. Hiccup didn't answer, but just continued staring into the fire. Astrid hated when he did that, he acted like he wasn't listening, when actually he was taking everything in to great effect, or he was really trying hard to reconcile it himself but just wasn't saying it. But this time it felt slightly different. Astrid gasped, her heart felt constricted as she came to a realisation. 'Is it…that… you don't want to marry me?' Astrid breathed. It made sense…that Hiccup was so reluctant, that he would jump to the conclusion that Astrid was the better of the pair, that he would make such a big deal about the 'heirs', and why he never ever initiated passionate kissing. Was it that Hiccup, didn't want her after all?

Hiccup gasped at that. 'No! What…? No!' Hiccup shouted, he grabbed Astrid's hands which were pulling away from him, and held them tightly. 'It's not that! Oh my gods…no!' Hiccup laughed, trying to break the tension and was utterly surprised by Astrid's usually shrewd reasoning would jump to that. 'I do.' Hiccup said staring intently at Astrid's sad blue eyes. 'I do want to marry you. But that's the thing…' Hiccup said, looking down. Astrid stared at him curiously, listening to him and noting every movement of his gentle and empathetic face. 'I want to marry you…' Hiccup's cheeks darkened as he whispered that, his eyes barely perceptible beneath his hair. 'It's just that my dad…' Hiccup lifted a hand and stopped, dropping it again and sighed. 'I wanted it to be special. I wanted to ask you. I wanted us to go to our parents. I wanted it to be what I wanted… And now it feels like something, I should want because everyone wants it to be…' Hiccup frowned, shaking his head. 'I wanted it to be when I was ready…'

Astrid smiled a tiny smile. There was the sensitive Hiccup she loved; that boy which would take everything into consideration. She watched him as he grew more confident, but still remained that kid which was good at heart and loved everyone as best as he could. 'What else?' Astrid asked. Hiccup looked at her and smiled – she knew him so well. 'There is still something. You've got that look of thinking about something else…' Astrid called him on it.

Hiccup gazed at the fire blindly, his hands still for once. 'I'm afraid…' He whispered. 'I'm afraid that…I will never be ready for it. That I'll not be ready to marry you… That I will disappoint you…' Hiccup looked into her eyes forlornly, clutching her hands in his. 'But then…I already have. I saw how happy you were thinking about handsal with my dad. You wanted it. And I just went and ruined it. I've disappointed my dad by not being a good son. And I don't think I'm ready to be chief yet…' Hiccup muttered, growing softer and progressively more depressed. 'I'm just one big, old mess!' Hiccup pouted.

Astrid gave him a knowing smile. 'Time is all you need. Sometimes fate forces us to make changes and step up. Sometimes fate makes us wait years for us to face what we need or what we should be. But whatever it is, you can't force it, Hiccup…' Astrid bent her head, looking under his chin to look him in the eyes. Hiccup looked up at her through his lashes and smiled.

'And I will wait for you…' Astrid continued. 'I will wait for you to be ready. I will wait for you to ask me, and I will pretend to be surprised and I will pretend to think about it, and I will say ''Yes''' Astrid smirked. Her blue eyes were just absolutely stunning when she said that. She always knew exactly who she was and what she wanted and what she would be willing to do to get it. Hiccup shook his head; he could never stop loving this girl, even when it turned out she loved him back he would never stop being surprised.

'One more thing does bother me though…' Hiccup started, his smile growing and his head lifted again.

'Oh boy… What now?' Astrid groaned, rolling her eyes.

'Why were you so eager for the marriage? When my dad brought it up, I could see that you were…relieved…' Hiccup tilted his head curiously. The way he did that, it was just the way Toothless would when he was curious, that Astrid laughed out loud.

'Well…technically… I have been waiting for this for a long time…' Astrid confessed, her eyes cheeky and her smirk full of mirth. Hiccup looked surprised.

'You mean… You knew so early that…you wanted to…marry me?' Hiccup asked, arching an eyebrow. He was amazed at Astrid. Her confidence in herself was just stunning. 'I was just happy that we were together… That was enough for me so far…' Hiccup confessed.

'I know.' Astrid patted his hair, stroking it gently. 'Actually….' Astrid said, a smirk widening her face. 'I kind of was glad for your dad bringing it up…'

'Huh? Why?' Hiccup asked, genuinely confused.

'Well…the earlier the better.' Astrid replied, she shrugged, her cheeks slightly pink from the heat as she watched the incomprehension on Hiccup's cute face. Sometimes this boy, who was the most intelligent, sensitive and courageous of all the men on Berk combined, could be so thick. 'Just the thought of us….being together…? Married…? In the same house?' Astrid smiled, trying to paint the picture for Hiccup and being met with nothing but confusion. Astrid decided he needed a little more than a picture but an entire tapestry. 'In…the same bed…?' Astrid said. She smirked enunciating the last three words very carefully as she watched Hiccup's face. Hiccup's eyes widened in recognition, and his face started to turn red at the realisation.

'Oh Thor…' Hiccup gasped. Astrid burst into peals of laughter at Hiccup's reaction, covering her mouth trying to stifle the giggles that threatened to escape to Hiccup's embarrassment. 'You mean to say, that THAT is the reason you want to get married now?' Hiccup shouted, his face burning. Suddenly he felt really self-conscious and he wrapped his arms around his knees. Astrid laughed loudly, clutching her stomach as she giggled at Hiccup's martyred expression. 'Odin's beard, Astrid… Really?' Hiccup shook his head in disbelief, staring pointedly at the horizon and ignoring Astrid's amused glance.

'Yes, Hiccup. I have always wanted you…' Astrid whispered affectionately and her low voice in Hiccup's ear was more than just affection, but also lust. Hiccup peeked at her and blushed deeper, tucking his chin into his arms. 'And I spoke to your dad for you… He agreed to hold it back for you when you're ready. He agreed this was between you and me, and not him.' Astrid declared proudly.

'See? You're so much better at my father than me…' Hiccup grumbled, still refusing to look at Astrid straight in the face, embarrassment still thrumming in his chest. Astrid laughed again, 'Oh…Hiccup…' She sighed

A moment of blissful silence wrapped them in a warm, gentle breeze. And Astrid leaned against Hiccup's rigid back staring at the night sky with him. 'What now?' Hiccup asked. 'I don't really want to go back to my dad… Not yet, anyway…' Hiccup sighed.

'Well, now…' Astrid smiled, Hiccup turned and looked at her curiously. 'Now, since I'm waiting around for you to make up your mind about marrying me, I might as well have some fun, within my unwed bounds of course, while I am at it…' Astrid declared slyly.

'Wait, what?' Hiccup frowned, his eyebrows furrowing at Astrid's wicked grin. Her back tensed up as she knelt on her knees like a panther ready to pounce. Hiccup held up a hand, 'Wait, what do you mean by 'have some fun'?' Hiccup asked nervously. He saw the lithe movements of the shield-maiden of Berk; that wicked glint in her eyes and the grin on her face. 'Astrid…' Hiccup warned, a glare fixed on her as he held up a hand to stop her

Astrid pounced, tackling Hiccup and flattening him on his back with a grunt, effectively planting him on his back while she trapped his waist between her thighs. 'Oof… Astrid!' Hiccup complained. If this was where Astrid was heading, then he was going to be in trouble. 'Astrid…come on….' Hiccup pleaded as she bent over him and began kissing his sensitive neck. His body turned to jelly as soon as he felt her lips moving on his neck, and moaned. His hands which had moved to automatically steady her, were being moved down to her waist by her hands. Once there, she placed her hands on his chest and rubbed it, as she snaked her way down his neck, to his collarbones and to his throat. His moans and sighs encouraged her and she ignored his pleading. He liked it…he had to admit it…

She moved her kisses over his tunic, kissing down his leanly-muscled chest, her hands moving down his sides, as she moved slowly downwards to his belly. Her agile hands moved to lift his shirt and feel at his abdomen, her lips kissing there as she looked up and grinned at the blushing boy. He glared at her weakly, his willpower already crumbling at seeing this goddess atop him. 'I am really…going to pay you back for this, some day…' Hiccup threatened.

'Oh… I so hope so….' Astrid whispered, as her hands found the waistband of his pants, fingers worming their way under it, and her mouth hovering over that ridiculously huge mound pressing through. She kissed it once, making it throb in excitement and size. Her hands nimbly pulled them down and Hiccup winced at her cool hands on his thighs. His plump member bounced out into the cold air, dancing under Astrid's admiring mouth and flicking her chin. Hiccup gulped at that sight and grasped his hands into fists, pulling up handfuls of grass. 'Astrid…no…' Hiccup whispered, unable to stop her, or rather, he didn't want to stop her…. Her grin widened at the power she felt over him, and the amusement at his shyness. Hiccup's eyes widened, his face reddening. He gasped in a nervous breath and held it there in his puffy cheeks, holding his breath, as he watched Astrid moving downwards….