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As the sun rose over Berk the next morning Astrid awoke to the sound of Stormfly's impatient squawking outside. Letting out a groan the young viking woman pulled her pillow over top of her head in an attempt to muffle the sound, but the Nadder cry was shrill and the noise continued to assult her ears. Finally she gave up, "Alright already," she yelled, sticking her head out her bedroom window, "I know you didn't get fed last night, but would it kill you to let me sleep an extra hour after sunrise? I had a rough day." Her dragon didn't offer a reply; only stared at Astrid expectantly. "Fine! I'm coming, I'm coming..."

Walking around her small room Astrid gathered up her clothes from the night before. Shaking out her leggings she noticed a bloody handprint on their backside. "Great," she muttered, a smile pulling at the corner of her mouth despite the ruined cloth, "that isn't coming out now that it's dry." She tossed the leggings in the corner; maybe she would wear them to bed from now on.

Astrid wasn't the only one to be awoken that morning by a hungry dragon. Hiccup woke up to the full weight of a Nightfury collapsing on top of him. "Ooph! Really bud?" he groaned, unable to breath. "You couldn't just nudge me awake?" The heavy dragon chortled, crushing Hiccup more as his stomach shook. Pushing Toothless away, Hiccup sat up just in time to wince at the loud Squawking call of the Nadder. "That would have worked too," he told his dragon, who lazily flapped his mouth at Hiccup mimicking him in mocking response.

Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, Hiccup could hear Astrid yelling "Alright already," out her window.

"I guess Astrid is up too then." Hiccup stretched, "Alright bud, let's get us some grub."

Dagur was not happy. He and his crew had shored up on that dragon infested island where he had captured Astrid, only to find that one of the crew they had abandoned there had survived. His name was Gar and Dagur would have killed him on the spot if his late captain hadn't stopped him. That defiance had earned the man his death. However Dagur conceded the dead man's point. After all, Gar had only been following orders when Astrid struck him down. So he allowed Gar to stay. Sitting on a log nearby the man was now roasting a small mass of chickens over a fire for them to eat. The island was crawling with chickens and dragons but not much else.

"How in Midgard can I prove myself to Astrid?" it was a question Dagur had been mulling over since he had awakened from her blow, but still he had nothing.

"Food's done!" Gar called, and a sudden loud squawking came from the tree line. Dagur turned just in time to see a wild Nadder slow to a halt, waiting patiently beside the fire.

"What is that?" Dagur asked in mild surprise. An idea began to form in his mind.

Gar looked to his chief worried, gestured to the creature. "I named him Spike," he told Dagur, "I think he's one of the Nadders that girl was training." Offering the creature a chicken leg it took the food gently from his hand.

Dagur approached the dragon cautiously, taking the rest of the chicken from Gar, "Do you think it can be rode?" he asked, feeding the Nadder the chicken piece by piece.

"I think it may be possible."

"Good." Dagur turned to the rest of his crew, "I want a rough saddle made for me by night fall." Turning back to Gar he added, "If the dragon won't carry me by then it's your head." With that he patted Spike on the head, walking away. What better way to impress Astrid than by riding Nadder just like her? It was perfect he grinned.

That afternoon Hiccup entered the academy to find his friends already gathered. "Okay team, today we are learning how to fight with two weapons." His encounter yesterday on the Berserker ship had brought him to the realization that he was quite adept with two weapons, and it was a skill he wanted to pass on to them.

"Why the Hel would I want two weapons?" Snotlout laughed, "I'm already a badass with one!"

Hiccup picked up two blunted axes and smirked, "Alright, let's see you show me."

Snotlout howled with laugher. "You've never been able to beat me before Hiccup, you really think the second axe will give you an edge?"

"Oh I know it will." Hiccup was grinning from ear to ear, "In fact, why don't you use the mace Snotlout?"

The others stared at Hiccup, thinking he had gone mad. Snotlout shrugged, "If that's what you want Hiccup. It's your funeral I'll be drinking at."

Hiccup nodded, his face became serious as his friend went to retrieve the weapon from the back of the store room. The mace was not usually used in combat practice, and for good reason. The dulled axes and swords could not cut off a limb (though on occasion still broke bone), but a mace was meant for shattering bone; there was no way to make it safer for sparing. Hiccup was not concerned though; he had fought a man wielding one on the Berserker ship and had learned a neat trick with his two axes.

"Are you sure about this Hiccup?" Fishlegs was standing beside Astrid who shared his concerned expression.

"Oh I'm sure," Hiccup's voice as serious as his expression. "Whenever you're ready Snotlout."

Snotlout wasted no time in flying at Hiccup; his weapon poised for a blow to the left side of Hiccup's stomach. Hiccup stepped back enough that the swing hit air. Then his weapons were on the move. Hiccup hooked the curve of his right axe under the head of Snotlout's weapon, and the curve of his left above it. With a solid yank downwards and towards his right, Hiccup pulled the weapon right out of Snotlout's hand. As soon as the weapon was free Hiccup raised his left blade to his friend's throat.

Snotlout glared angrily at Hiccup before lifting his hands in admitted defeat and retreating to the rest of the group who all looked very impressed. "Anyone else care to try?" Hiccup asked, leaning cockily on one of the axes. Astrid stepped forward and Hiccup's grin disappeared. "As you wish, m'lady." He sighed.

She had no idea Hiccup could fight like this. Astrid dodged a blow that would have taken out her weapon arm at the shoulder and retreated across the training ground. Hiccup was swinging his left axe relentlessly and she was barely keeping up. Astrid had never seen such confidence in his attacks before. Normally he took a defensive stance when he couldn't avoided combat practice all together. However it seemed that yesterday he had found something to fight for when she had been taken, giving the swing of his weapon purpose.

It was little wonder his blows were so powerful after all the time he had spent working in Gobber's smithy, and Astrid was thrown off balance by his mostly left handed attacks. She loathed her next thought; he was holding back on her. After all, he used his right weapon only to block it seemed, and Astrid barely needed to pay attention to it.

Her stream of thought was interrupted when she felt cold metal on the back of her left knee; Hiccup had hooked the curve of his right axe around her leg. As his left weapon swung in with a heavy blow, Hiccup pulled his right one forward. Astrid's knee gave out as the force of his blow connected with her block she lost balance and fell towards the ground. Reaching out with her free hand she grabbed Hiccup by the shirt in an attempt to steady herself, but it only caused him to topple forward with her.

As they fell, Hiccup's expression changed from triumphant to concerned. He dropped his weapons, reaching out on either side of her to catch himself. Astrid was puzzled by this, until she hit the ground. The force shook her roughly and in her stomach she could feel a harsh pain where she had been struck the day before.

Hiccup managed to catch himself; his hands on either side of Astrid's head, and his legs straddling her body. He was right above her, so close she could feel his heavy breath on her lips. "Is your stomach okay?" he asked with genuine concern in his voice. Astrid didn't answer straight away; she wasn't seriously hurt from the fall, but she was upset that he had bested her so easily... or had he? A small smile pulled at the right side of her lips as she realized he had dropped his weapons.

Letting go of her axe Astrid reached her arms up around Hiccup's neck; pulling herself up to him she locked his lips against her own. Hiccup froze in shock for only a moment before his right arm was around her back to support her and he leaned into her kiss. Perfect, Astrid thought to herself; she knew it was a dirty trick, but she was not taking this defeat lying down. Planting her left foot as firmly as she could, Astrid pushed with the left side of her body against Hiccup hard and fast. He began to roll over, most of his weight on his left limbs already. His metal leg scrapped across the ground, unable to find traction to support the weight shift. Astrid easily flipped him over so she was on top, their lips still locked together.

Astrid could feel him growing hard beneath her and she felt a pang of guilt for what she was about to do. Groping for her axe her hand closed around the handle and she brought it to his chin. His lips froze against hers and she smiled apologetically, nibbling his lip before pulling away, "I think this means I win."

Hiccup stared blankly at her for a moment and laughed out loud, "Somehow I don't feel much like a loser." She smiled, relieved he was not angry as she set the weapon down beside them.

"Ahem," the two vikings looked up, remembering they had an audience.

Astrid blushed unsure if she should move or not, Hiccup had grown enough that it would not go without notice, but she doubted he would calm down with her above him. She felt Hiccup's hands on her waist pushing to lift her up. She stood, grateful he had made the decision for her. "I think that's enough practice for today," he told the others as Astrid offered him a hand. His voice sounded as if nothing had happened out of the usual, but his face was a deep shade of red "take note of the strategies I used with my second weapon and we will start training you tomorrow."

As Hiccup turned to go, he heard Ruffnut comment, "I'm more interested in the strategies Astrid used." Hiccup couldn't help but smile as he strolled out of the academy, Astrid following close behind to avoid any other comments her friends may have come up with.

As the sun began to set Dagur watched as Gar circled in the air above him. The man was impressively adept with the beast... perhaps he would make a good captain. When he landed Dagur approached cautiously once more, doing his best to not upset the creature. He offered Spike another chicken leg, which the dragon ate happily, before Dagur lifted himself into the saddle. "Use the spines on his head to steer him," Gar instructed, "but don't be too rough. If you upset him he may toss you."

Dagur had enough experience with dragons to know this was true, and was grateful to Astrid for already taming Spike. "Alright let's go." He told the dragon, giving a slight kick with his heels. Spike took to the air with ease, and Dagur guided him in one lap around the island before taking off towards Berk. Wait till Astrid sees this.

Hiccup was hard at work facing his desk as Astrid crawled silently in the window that night. Toothless perked up his head and Astrid placed a finger to her lips, hoping the dragon understood. Letting out a huff, the Nightfury settled down beside Hiccup again. The noise earned the dragon a pat from his rider, but Hiccup didn't look up from what he was working on.

Now that Astrid was in the room she crept towards the young man. When she was directly behind him she leaned forward, draping her arms over his shoulders, and burying kisses along his neck the way he had done to her the night before. Hiccup dropped his charcoal on top of the desk, moaning deliciously as her hands slipped under the top of his baggy green shirt, and down his chest. "What are you working on?" She whispered the question in his ear, licking and nibbling on the lobe as she waited for a reply.

"A-aahhh flight suit," he groaned, his head tilted back, trying to find her lips. She pulled away and he turned his chair out from under the desk intending to follow, but she straddled his lap before he could stand.

"Aren't you supposed to be at the town meeting?" She asked, raising a teasing, skeptical eyebrow as she brushed a strand of hair out of his eyes.

"I'm not chief yet." Hiccup groaned, as her hips rolled against him. "Astrid what are you doing?" After the arena today he was already very excitable, and now she was driving him crazy. It had been his decision to wait, not hers and now Hiccup was unsure if he could remain firm on the issue... especially when she made him so firm in other ways.

"Well," Astrid smiled, wrapping her hands around the back of his neck, "Everyone else is in the Great Hall, and these meetings tend to go on for hours..." Her voice trailed off and she bit her lower lip, cheeks flushing. "I thought I could take some time to make this afternoon up to you."

Hiccup looked her up and down, noticing that she was neither wearing her shoulder pads, or her skirt, only her tight leggings and her top. Astrid never removes her armour, Hiccup suddenly felt very conscious of how little cloth separated their bodies. "But your bruise?" it was a half hearted protest, but he needed to make it once more.

A mischievous smile spread across Astrid's face as she leaned in close to Hiccup, "Who said anything about doing that?" she asked, as her hands lifted his shirt up, revealing his softly toned abdomen. "There are other things I can do to make you feel almost as good." Tugging at his shirt Astrid raised it up to his shoulders before Hiccup grabbed the bottom, and pulled it over his head. Before he could even drop it behind him, Astrid's lips were against his skin once more.

"Hey there," Hiccup chuckled, a thought occurring to him; "I think if I'm shirtless you should be too. I mean fair is fair m'lady." She hesitated, suddenly feeling unsure of herself; after all, no one had seen her bare body since she had been a child. She wasn't insecure, but the thought still gave her pause. Hiccup watched in anticipation and out of the corner of her eye Astrid saw Toothless climb out the window and onto the roof, offering the two some privacy and she supposed, silent consent for any acts following. Looking back to Hiccup she swallowed her doubts, pulling her own top above her head. "Gods," he gasped, "you're beautiful." Astrid didn't think so, but the tone in Hiccup's voice made her almost believe him.

A he brushed his hands against her exposed skin she could feel him hardening beneath her, against his left leg. That won't do, she thought, pulling at the drawstring of his trousers. Hiccup's eyes went wide, his cheeks flushing as she readjusted him against his abdomen. "Oh calm down," she laughed, but her cheeks were hot as well. Her hand lingered for a moment, brushing against him as she pulled his trousers back up, "I was only making your more comfortable." To herself however, she conceded this was only a half truth.

A feeling of warmth had began to grow in her belly, and the muscle of her walls had begun flexing of their own will. The same had happened the night before, when she had her legs around him. Hiccup had likely not realized, but she could feel his pressure against her; it had been what pushed her over the edge of control. She wanted that feeling again. She needed it in order to have the courage to do what she wanted to next.

Leaning into him, Astrid gently began rocking her hips, bringing forth soft groans from the both of them. Hiccup's mouth found hers once more and Astrid felt his hand trail up her neck and into her hair, holding the back of her head. His right hand gripped her waist and Hiccup instinctually began bucking with her, brushing her jewel as he moved. She moaned loudly and felt him throb against her as if in response to her voice.

"Gods I love those noises you make m'lady." He told her when they broke their kiss, bucking a little harder to earn himself a gasp from her lips. Astrid could feel something building inside of her. Panting heavily she rolled her hips into him more urgently. Hiccup, ever attentive to detail understood what this meant and matched her speed. Astrid succumbed to her pleasure as Hiccup's lips brushed her neck once more she let out a soft cry of euphoria. As her hips slowed with the fading of the waves, she felt Hiccup's hands brushed her breasts which were erect in the cool night air. "So beautiful..." he crooned in her ear. This time, she believed his words. "What would you like to do now m'lady?" his fingers were caressing her body gently, as he spoke.

Astrid reached for the drawstring of his trousers once more.

As Dagur flew over Berk he was surprised to see no one outside on such a fine night. It's just as well, he thought guiding his Nadder to the ground just outside the chief's house, this way no one will see me. Dagur scanned the houses, trying his hardest to remember which one belonged to Astrid. Realizing he had no clue, Dagur let out a guttural growl but then he heard something from the open window above him.

"Astrid...gods! H-how are yo-oou..." Urging his Nadder into the air, Dagur hovered outside the window just long enough to realize what he was seeing. Before the Berserker chief had time to react an angry Nightfury ran at him from the roof. Forgetting that Hiccup's dragon could not fly without his rider, Dagur took off into the night seething in anger.

Hiccup paid his dragon no heed as Astrid's lips caressed him. His hands were buried in her thick hair as she elicited various gasps and moans from him. Astrid was oblivious to Toothless's outburst all together, her eyes fixed on Hiccup and her thoughts were only of him. Her fingers brushed his sac and Hiccup's length quivered in her hand. "Aahh-strid..." His eyes were filled with lustful affection, and his voice was husky "I'm so close." She smiled.

Her hands moved rhythmically, coaxing Hiccup to his peak. As her lips closed around him she felt something warm and thick fill her mouth. Her hands slowed, but did not cease until she was sure he was done. Swallowing Astrid made a face; it tasted awful, but she liked the way the warmth spread as it traveled down her throat. "How was it?" she asked him smiling, already knowing the answer.

Hiccup was still finding his breath as he answered, "Gods Astrid, where did you learn to do that?" He lifted her off the floor and back onto his lap.

"I think my sex talk was a little more detailed than yours," she teased, draping her arms around him once more, "but you are quite skilled with those hips."

Hiccup grinned, "Dragon riding." Astrid hummed in agreement, resting her sleepy head on his shoulder. "Astrid you are the most beautiful woman in all of Midgard. I feel like this is a dream."

Taking Hiccup by the hand, she guided him over to his bed, "Then how about I stay until you wake up?"

When Stoick arrived home from the Great Hall he found Toothless lying by the fireplace. When the door closed behind the chief the dragon stood up. "What's the matter boy?" Stoick looked up to Hiccup's room, "Why are you down here?" Looking up the stairs to his son's room he listened closely. Paired with his son's snores he could here a soft sighing of another voice asleep in his room. Looking down at Toothless critically Stoick asked, "You allowed this?" the dragon shrugged, settling onto the floor once more. Stoick removed his helm with a sigh, he would have words with Hiccup tomorrow. As the future chief Hiccup was going to do these things properly.

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