Guest - I appreciate that you went out of your way to offer tips, but some of it was chronically over generalised. I.E my best friend is a girl who loves big butts on guys, and plenty of my female friends like big boobs or bums.

Women can absolutely love hot, fast sex not necessarily full of love and emotion! Please don't stick all women with 'more emotional' tag, as it feeds the ideas women can't control their feelings.

However, I can assure you I would never have them comparing themselves to each other in a demeaning manner, and certainly not by Hiccup. And he's not the type to just want to be 'worshipped'.

-HTTYD-

Astrid was drunk. That was the only explanation for why she had kissed Valka.

Granted, there had been mistletoe and Frigg herself had declared it a symbol of love that practically obligated them to kiss each other beneath it. And it was Snoggletog, and their wedding was in a week so the celebrations had reached fever pitch. And everyone was drinking to mask the missing dragons; now they knew it was nesting time helped, but Astrid still missed Stormfly.

Plus Astrid was vaguely (very) sexually frustrated, as now they had set a date everyone got all traditional and her parents were making her sleep in her own bed in their hut. Hiccup said he and his mother were not sharing that bed but Valka's own, because Astrid wasn't there. It made her warm inside.

Hiccup had encouraged it; when Astrid and Valka ended up beneath the plant that threatened to make her explode with some kind of awkward desire she hadn't even totally addressed yet, Hiccup breathed against her ear in a way that made Astrid shiver.

"Kiss her like she's me."

The older woman gave no indication either way about her feelings on the matter except that she hadn't moved; not many would have questioned mother-in-law and daughter-in-law not swapping out for Hiccup to celebrate the mistletoe. Astrid looked up at Valka's Hiccup-mouth, doubly tempting now she was drunk and horny apparently.

Valka leant down to press her lips to Astrid's cheek, just catching the side of her mouth that way she did with Hiccup when others were around. That didn't really do it for Astrid, turning her head to kiss her properly. Valka onky faltered for a second before responding, Astrid's concerns about whether or not anybody but Hiccup was watching fading into the background as she kissed her boyfriends mother.

Hiccup had said to kiss her like she was kissing Hiccup, and that was surprisingly easy - Valka had the same habit of using her tongue to coax Astrid's out the way Hiccup did, familiar and not all at once as the woman tasted of wine and sage where Hiccup tasted of ale and sweets. Her hand was soft and warm against Astrid's cheek, tipping her head just so for a better angle as she continued to kiss her.

Astrid needed air; she was dizzy with it all and yet she couldn't seem to stop. Valka did, brushing their lips together softly and nuzzling her nose for a second the way she did kissing Hiccup in their home before pulling back.

"Way to go Hiccup's mom! Happy Snoggletog!"

Snotlout's drunken slur shattered the intense moment, but Astrid had caught the flush of Valka's cheeks and her dilated pupils. It could have been the alcohol... but Astrid liked to think it was her. Nobody else seemed to have seen them, and Snotlout passed out about ten seconds later face-first in the snow. Hiccup asked a couple of passing brawnier Vikings to drop him outside his hut, then pulled Astrid closer and kissed her himself.

He had definitely enjoyed watching them; Astrid could feel his erection. Her heart was still thundering in her chest, Hiccup's familiar kiss only continuing to stoke the heat churning in her gut. Astrid didn't think she had ever been more drunkenly aroused in her life. But then Hiccup pulled away, leaving her bereft and mildly irritated.

"No. You're drunk... and we promised not until the wedding."

Astrid growled, knowing he was right but it was so unfair.

"It's alright for you, you don't have to go home alone."

Hiccup's cheeks coloured, conceding her point.

"I uh... yeah I can't really argue with that. We do need to move though, my legs starting to freeze."

Hiccup had a different leg for when the snow was thick, but as he had expected to spend the night in the Great Hall Astrid supposed he hadn't thought to put it on.

"I'm going home before I jump you in the snow."

"You're drunk, I'll walk you."

"I'll see you back at the house Hiccup."

Hiccup nodded to his mother, Astrid's face flushing despite the cold when Valka looked at her again and her lips tingled with the memory of kissing her soon-to-be husband's mother. Gods that woman could kiss.

Her parents weren't yet home from the Snoggletog party when Hiccup accompanied her to the Hofferson home, but again he gently reminded her they were to be wed in a week when she tried to go for his erection.

"So unfair!"

Hiccup held her close, kissing her softly and whispering hotly against her ear.

"Tell me, did you like kissing her?"

Astrid hesitated; did she want to admit to that? Then again, Hiccup had probably noticed Astrid had enjoyed it, just wanted to hear it.

"It... wasn't terrible."

"I know what I'm asking for next Snoggletog now."

Astrid swatted her boyfriend, feeling a dull throb in her groin at the thought of Valka's lips on hers again and thinking it wouldn't take until next Snoggletog to be repeated; provided she had the chance. Hanging her coat and boots by the fire to dry, Astrid considered Hiccup for a second.

She pulled him to her room, kissing away any protests until Hiccup was actively responding, fuelling the fire as his kiss reminded her of Valka, the way their mouths were so similar that it was almost one and the same.

"Hiccup... need you."

"Astrid, you made us promise-"

She bit his lip, whining hungrily.

"Just your fingers? Please? I'll never sleep like this."

He looked as though he would protest, but perhaps Hiccup remembered he could go home and have an outlet for his frustrations while Astrid stayed alone and pent up. Astrid's thighs parted instantly when his fingers brushed her knee, quivering in anticipation of his touch, of some relief at last. His fingers slid beneath her skirt, Astrid's hands pushing her leggings and underwear down just enough for him to reach where she needed him.

"Gods you're wet. That for me or her?"

Hiccup managed to time that question perfectly with a brush to her swollen, needy clit that had Astrid's attempt to lie falling away in a drunken haze of arousal.

"B-both."

His breath hitched; his fingers slipped and Astrid clawed his forearm where his tunic had hiked up in their fumbling, needing to come so badly it hurt.

"Seriously?"

Hiccup kept touching her, either exceedingly oblivious or taking advantage of Astrid's inability to lie at that moment. Rather than spill her guts about the budding curiosity she had been cultivating, the thoughts of Valka watching them in bed together, Astrid stuck to a truth she could admit without embarrassment.

"S-she kisses like you."

Her thighs were a shivering, slick mess, her mind painting a thousand images and the ghost of his mothers lips lingered when Hiccup kissed her again. Hiccup's fingers slipped inside her, sending fresh quakes through her hyper-stimulated body, his thumb rubbing across the top of her clit and Astrid was melting, burning, almost craving the snow outside to cool the fires within her but Hiccup never let up. A few measured strokes later and his mouth covered hers to muffle her cries as Astrid finally found release, shuddering beneath him as he drew the climax out until Astrid could take no more, dropping limply to the bed soaked in sweat and her own wetness.

Hiccup moved to find a cloth, gently cleaning her up and pulling her bottoms back up, then leant down and kissed her sweetly before pulling a blanket over her.

"Happy Snoggletog Astrid, get some sleep ok?"

"Mmm, love you."

She could hear the smile in his voice when he answered; her eyes were closed and sleep beckoned.

"Love you too."

She didn't hear him leave, but she woke alone.

And embarrassed. Searching her memory of the previous night - she hadn't been that drunk - Astrid's cheeks coloured as she remembered kissing Valka. Remembere remembering that when Hiccup was getting her off to help her sleep, and how anybody could have seen Astrid's knees shake a little when the woman's tongue was in her mouth beneath the mistletoe.

Well... hopefully nobody did see that. Except Snotlout. Fuck.

Astrid resolved not to let it get to her; she was a warrior, a little drunken kiss at Snoggletog for Frigg was nothing. Just because that kiss happened to be with her betrothed lovers mother... who he was also likely kissing without mistletoe as an excuse... gods, Astrid needed to get a grip. Her wanting Valka would only make things more complicated.

Or would it?

No. Stop it Astrid.

She got up, heading down to breakfast for an ice block to place on her sore head and a bowl of leftover yak ribs from the festivities last night. Her parents both chuckled at the state of her looking worse for wear, though they had no clue what was really going on inside her head as Astrid poured a canteen of water in her mouth to wash down the yak meat, then reached for her coat and boots.

"Off already?"

"I always go for a morning walk, helps me deal with not going for a morning fly."

Her parents didn't push - they knew Astrid was missing Stormfly even with the certainty she would be back. After Astrid put her now dry outdoor clothes back on, her mother gave her a hug - one she knew was part of the 'our baby is about to be a wife' thing.

"Have fun darling. Will you be lunching in the Hall?"

"Unless Hiccup's got other plans or I'm working over in the Academy.. yeah."

"Well... off you go."

She was shooed out of the door, finding the usual leftover mess of a Snoggletog on Berk as she trudged through the thick snow toward the chief's hut. It felt like home, even with the potential awkwardness awaiting her behind the door.

Letting herself in, Astrid found Hiccup and Valka in a relatively innocent state; she was leant against his chest and Hiccup was feeding her pieces of sweet fruit. Their eyes met as Valka's lips closed around a juicy chunk, a little juice running down her chin and Astrid had to look away, remembering how those lips had closed around her own the previous night.

"Hey babe. Your head feeling ok?"

"Fine after yak ribs and an ice block. You?"

"Me? I only had two drinks, I learnt from dad getting drunk and breaking up tables instead of fights. Not that I think I could break a table with my bare hands."

He leant up and kissed her when Astrid reached the sofa, not making a mention of her being close to the rather intimate meal he shared with his mother.

Was it getting hot in there? Astrid stepped away from the fire, just in case.

"Please tell me I imagined Snotlout last night?"

"Which part? The part where he kissed Dagur or the part where he cheered you and mom on?"

"Both."

Hiccup's eyes lit up, reminding her of that moment he won the truth from her lips with his wicked fingers. Asshole.

"Nope. Although for obvious reasons I'm going to tell him he imagined that. Assuming he remembers, I bet he's got a two block headache and spotty memories at best."

"Why did he kiss Dagur again?"

"Ruffnut told him to."

"Of course."

Valka didn't speak, just looked up at her with her Hiccup-mouth and Hiccup-eyes and tthose cheekbones that looked sharper than a Nadder spine. It didn't help much that Valka had a whole bunch of similar mannerisms to Hiccup, wrinkling her nose and a slightly lopsided smile when she was excited.

Astrid couldn't seem to quash the butterflies threatening to flutter in her stomach when Hiccup and his mother started talking about dragons, both immensely animated and gesturing with their hands as they described baby dragons and how you could soothe a nesting mother, taking turns drawing them on the floor and while Astrid was in the conversation, she kept finding herself silently observing the Haddock two.

She adamantly refused to interrupt when they began singing to each other - Hiccup had told her of the song Stoick sang to Valka before the mess with Drago happened. It was how they celebrated him, Astrid knew. And that was for them and them alone, whether they were simply mother and son or so much more.

"I'll swim and sail on savage seas, with ne'er a fear of drowning..."

There was a depth between them that Astrid almost feared being pushed aside by, the way they stared into each others eyes and carried the words on a soundless tune that threatened to move Astrid to tears. But when it was over, Hiccup moved to kiss Astrid softly, wrapping his arms around her and murmuring "if you will marry me" against her neck as he did so. Valka looked a little out of sorts, so Astrid swallowed her confusion and fears and held out a hand to invite the woman into their embrace.

Something about the three of them seemed to work, the strange upright tangle of limbs comforting all of them with warm and affection, tingling somewhere around Astrid's heart when Hiccup kissed her forehead and Valka stroked the exposed skin below her shoulder. She didn't even find any irritation for being the shortest, because Hiccup had absolutely inherited the "miles of long limbs" from his mother, rather than the broad muscles of his father.

"I love you" Hiccup nudged her face with his nose until he could capture her lips "both of you" he turned up to his mother and kissed her too.

Astrid couldn't help it; Valka leant down and kissed her cheek, and Astrid turned at the wrong (right) time to kiss her properly. It didn't really feel... sexual. Just... completing the journey of feelings, sharing the moment as a three.

Nothing else was said about it. Hiccup grabbed her hand, then turned to his mother.

"Lunch?"

Astrid had to suppress a shiver as Valka looked at her, unsure why her feelings were choosing to take over now. She blamed sexual frustration. She would marry Hiccup in under a week. That should solve that problem.

She hoped.

-HTTYD-

I didn't realise until I wrote this chapter that I apparently have a thing for Valstrid, because writing the awkward aftermath was so much fun.