Aaaaand here's where the rating changes to M. I hope I did okay! Let me know how it went!

Note: PLEASE listen to Gobbledigook by Sigur Ros! Seriously, this song inspired pretty much this whole story, the dynamics between Hiccup and Astrid, and this chapter. I cannot give enough credit to this song (Played about 600 times in my iTunes library. No big deal). But, please, take a minute to look up the song on YouTube and listen to it while reading this chapter. You do not have to like it, but the 'vibes' the song give off is what makes this chapter, essentially. Music is very important to the process of writing chapters for me, so I will have more music for you guys to listen to, but this song is like, THE BASIC of ALL BASICS of this story. /end note.

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Hands on Sunshine

Chapter Six

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"Ow! What was that for?" Hiccup winced and rubbed the rounded muscle of his shoulder, laughing a little behind his words.

Astrid shrugged. "Don't get cheeky with me," her smile almost made her glow, combined with the orange setting sun and her golden blonde hair. Hiccup swore her skin was almost glowing. Geez, he thought, she was so angry five minutes ago coming into the forge, and now she seems so happy.

"What? For looking at you? I can't look at you now?" he teased, his boots and prosthetic crunching on the gravel and Astrid's bare feet hardly made a sound; she seemed to float as her skirt and hips swished. She was ethereal as she walked a bit ahead of him, glowing like she was. Hiccup's stomach flipped and he felt a blush creep onto his freckled cheeks. He bit his lip, unable to keep his eyes off her as she seemed to dance.

"Nope," she grinned over her shoulder, shaking her hair out behind her.

Hiccup's eyes watched her like he was sketching her again, watching her hips rock and her calf muscled tighten as she walked on the balls of her feet, long and thin and pale and erotic. She had great legs, mile long and smooth and impeccable (except for some scratches and scarred insect bites here and there, but Hiccup hardly even noticed). He was playing out a scene in his head in the quick five seconds before Astrid spoke where he pulled her hand to stop her, whipped her around to shove his mouth to hers while running a hand up her thigh under her dress—then she spoke.

"What're you thinking about? You look like your head is in the clouds," Astrid said, walking backwards in front of him with her arms folded behind her back. She was in an oddly playful mood because it was so fun to mess with Hiccup, and also because she did not fail to notice his eyes had not left her since running out of the forge. It was weird how she became into such a good mood suddenly with him.

She said something, Hiccup thought, noticing how his mouth was so dry. What did she say? Oh, your head is in the clouds, isn't it? What are you thinking about? Oh, you're thinking about— "You."

Did he really just say that?

Astrid blinked, walking next to him again and feeling her throat constrict. He was thinking about her. Of course, stupid, he was looking at you like a piece of meat. He couldn't have been thinking about anything else. Nothing's up with that. Astrid's thoughts could not have been farther from the truth.

Noticing her silence and the red hot blush on her cheeks, Hiccup swelled with confidence. He could make her become like that with such simple words? He was baffled and surprised he had not figured it out earlier. He walked closer to her and took her hand so discreetly it would have been hard for anyone else walking through the village to see, and leaned down to whisper to her, "I think about you all the time."

Astrid could not keep her eyes focused on any one thing and she hated how her heart seemed to pick up in speed. Oh, Gods, she thought, looking up at him. Hiccup. She wanted to kiss him but she wouldn't let herself be so easy. He would have to say more than that to earn a kiss. Grinning, Astrid squeezed his hand, walking shoulder to shoulder with him, and looked ahead. "I don't think about you at all."

Hiccup guffawed. "Don't get cheeky with me," he repeated her, feeling static run up his arm from his hand and fingers entwined with hers.

"Pssh," Astrid snorted. "Don't let your head get too big, there, Mr. Macho, or I'll have to pop it."

"My head isn't swelling, you're just imagining things. I just like getting you to blush."

Astrid swiftly tore her hand out of his and punched him in the same shoulder with the other hand. "I'm not blushing!"

"Oh, there we go—your face is turning pink!"

She punched him again. "Shut up!"

"You're blushing, Astrid Hofferson! Ooh—,"

"Shut up!"

"I can make you bluuuush—,"

"Haddock, I swear, if you don't stop now, I'll kill you."

"Seriously kill me?" Hiccup grinned crookedly, raising a brow. She was so fun to tease—at least until she knees him somewhere painful, so he knew where to draw the line.

"Seriously kill you," she was smiling but she was being totally serious too. Hiccup took her hand again just as they walked into the forest, and this time he did not try to hide it and neither did she.

"So why do you want to go swimming?" Hiccup asked, finally starting to control his racing heart.

Astrid raised her head to face the towering pines above her, so tall it was difficult to see the tops. There was a devious undertone to her smile that made Hiccup curiously wonder. "I'll tell you when we get there."

"We'll get there in two seconds," he was itching to know; he's always been a bit nosey.

"Just wait."

"What are you going to do?" he jumped to the quickest conclusion he could find.

"Nothing. It'll be fun."

"Are you going to make me watch you rip off a fish head? 'Cause if you are, I'll probably vomit, just a heads up," he burst out laughing when she punched him yet once more.

"No. Just be patient, will you? You're like my three-year-old cousin, for Odin's sakes. Grow up."

Hiccup looked away from her and watched the trees approach ahead, hearing the trickling waterfall get closer. He noticed things but he did not comprehend them because he was so entirely focused on their swinging hands between them that if a wolf had been standing in their path for five minutes he would not have been surprised. He found it ridiculously surreal he was actually holding hands with Astrid Hofferson. He did not know she even liked to hold hands, but then again, he learned something new about her everyday and she never failed to surprise him. Oh, wait, that one time she was touching my hand under the table the night before I left. So maybe she does like holding hands—but only secretly. He liked that. Hiccup liked being in on secrets, especially secrets with Astrid, only making him more excited for the secrets they would have, hopefully, in the future.

"Midgard to Hiccup," Astrid waved a hand in front of his face.

"Huh?"

"We're here, dope."

"Oh," he looked around, and indeed, they were back at the village swimming hole, devoid of anyone else other than them. "So what are we doing?"

"Skinny dipping," she replied simply and casually.

Hiccup blinked at her as if she spoke some language foreign to him like Gaelic or English. "What?"

"Turn around," Astrid instructed him, twirling her finger in a conical motion, her other hand on her hip.

"We're not going skinny dipping," Hiccup said with finality laced with panic, holding his hands up. Astrid wanted to get naked and swim with him? What, did Loki possess her all of a sudden? She's crazy! "No way. Nope. Nuh uh."

"Turn around before I punch you in the face because we're going whether you like it or not. And you better not run away. You know what I'll do to you," Hiccup turned around, blushing redder than a tomato, trying to shut the sound of her belt buckle and the rustling of her clothing out because he was so immature in the art of taking off clothing with girls. He was such a virgin.

Then suddenly he heard behind him a few running steps, silence, and then a big splash. Spinning around like a top, he saw no Astrid, then looking around he saw a low cliff where she jumped off from. He went to the edge and saw Astrid surface, all hair pushed away from her face, slicked back with water. She grinned up at him, waving him in. "C'mon, the water's fine!"

"What if I can't swim… because of my leg? I haven't swum in three years! I don't think I'll be able to, Astrid, i-it will be—,"

"Just shut up and take your clothes off. I'll help you swim; I swim like a fish. Please, Hiccup. Just come swimming with me. Skinny dipping."

He couldn't deny her when she asked him like that. He hated how he was such a pushover. He spun on his heel to escape her view from below. "Don't look!" he sounded frustrated but Astrid only grinned.

"I won't!" she sucked in her breath and dove under, swimming toward the waterfall where it was shallower for him.

Hiccup's hands were shaking as he unlaced his trousers and pulled them down. He could not believe he was actually going skinny dipping for his first time with Astrid of all people. First, she held his hand and now she was making him go swimming stark naked. Gods, he did not want to think about how cold the water must be. Well, he was still sweaty and hot so it couldn't be that bad… but, still. He did not want to get naked. He was so still skinny even after building up 'so much muscle'. Yeah, right, he thought, sitting down and unbuckling the straps that held his prosthetic to his leg. Looking at the stump, he wanted to vomit because he was so nervous. She's going to see it. He did not let anybody look at his amputated, smoothed-over stump—he even hated to look at it. It meant sacrifice, honor, bravery, but he just felt humiliated and disgusting, and those were his feelings, so he did not want to even imagine Astrid's.

He wanted to run. He just wanted to go, get away from this stupid swimming hole, dig himself a grave and bury himself in it because Astrid was going to kill him someday anyway. He did not want to die, but yet he did not want to go skinny dipping either. I'm already naked. I can't go now. Shaky and imbalanced, he pulled himself up to stand, feeling his phantom limb reappear again. Before he could think about it, he started hopping toward the cliff's ledge and jumped.

It was indeed quite cold.

Hiccup scurried to the surface in surprise rather than feeling the shock of the actual temperature, bursting through in a flourish of water and loud gasps. From the other end, only about twenty yards away, Astrid cackled in laughter as Hiccup shook water from his eyes, sending his hair flying in flap of water. He frowned, thoroughly embarrassed because he pretty much just flashed Astrid in all his nude glory. He could almost feel the water around him heat up. He dipped under the water to avoid hearing her laugh, swimming toward her. Because he only had full use of one leg and the other glided through the water as he kicked, he used his arms to propel himself forward. He felt like he was not going anywhere. Resurfacing, Astrid was closer to him, still laughing, but looking apologetic. Hiccup was still blushing, but he looked behind himself and noticed he got a good ten feet away from where he started swimming, so maybe he was just extremely lacking in the speed swimming department now.

"I'm sorry!" Astrid tried rallying in her laughs but she just could not. "You flapped your arms so much when you jumped in, you looked so funny. Sorry, Hiccup," she did look genuinely sorry but Hiccup was still embarrassed. He smiled though because she was apologizing and she did not have her hair in her face, showing a tiny, flat mole on her temple where her fillet would have hidden it, and she looked so dazzling. Plus, she was naked, but he couldn't see anything lower than her collarbone, but the thoughts were enough.

"Don't worry about it," Oh, Odin, he was burning. Why was he such a pervert? Respect, Hiccup!

Astrid shrugged, then splashed him. "Catch me if you can," winking, she swam away from him while Hiccup wiped water from his eyes.

"Hey, it's generally not nice to tease a cripple into chasing after someone," Hiccup replied sarcastically, following her toward the waterfall.

"You're the farthest thing from being a cripple," Astrid said, swimming backwards, showing off the slight curves of her breasts where they rose from her upper ribcage, but just barely. Instead, Hiccup focused on the towering rock face, watching some swallows dart through the air to their nests in one of the many crannies in the wall.

"I still hobble."

"Hardly."

Hiccup furrowed his brows. "Really?"

"Really. It's hardly noticeable," Astrid honestly replied, sitting on a coarse rock underneath the surface of the water next to the short waterfall so only about two inches below her collarbone showed.

"Oh," Hiccup said, pulling himself up to sit on a rock that was algae-free, the water ending at about where his ribcage split. He thought deeply, looking at the dark water while Astrid watched him.

Water droplets clung to his pale skin that was absolutely dotted with freckles, especially on his shoulders and forearms, the water dripping down his toned chest back into the pond. With his hair thrown from his forehead she could see even more freckles and tiny moles in the remaining dim light. She never noticed the thickness or the sharp angle of his eyebrows before, darker than the rest of his russet hair on his head. And his eyelashes, they were so thick and long she could see them from four feet away. Hiccup was so… so… what was the word? Handsome? Attractive?

Both?

This could be considered an epiphany. Hiccup was so dashing and handsome but still utterly Hiccup—awkward and lanky and perpetually sarcastic, but handsome at the same time. Holy Odin, she thought, her mouth painfully dry and her eyes strangely watering, but she was not about to cry.

Just as Hiccup raised his eyes to look at her a foot below and across him, Astrid felt the world switch into cliché mode. Seriously, time felt like it sopped for an hour as he looked straight into her eyes like his gaze was made of spears, piercing through the thick exterior of her soul and crashing right through and making a mess of everything like he used to do so well. His eyes were so emerald she had to blink again to make sure they were real. Okay, so he was kinda touching her soul with his eyes and she felt extremely uncomfortable because it happened so suddenly without her realizing. How did he get through so quick? Was that even humanly possible? She built up that wall for twelve years and here comes Hiccup and all he has to do is look at her and he's already through. Come on.

Astrid looked away and sank into the water, sliding off the rock. She sighed heavily, feeling her head spin. Now would definitely not be a good time to faint, she thought in response to her dizzy head, drawing in a heavy breath and holding it to sink underwater and swim off.

Hiccup blinked a few times, watching Astrid sink and disappear. What just happened? Was she staring at me? She looked… she looked…, Gods, what was the word? Amazed? Shocked? Both?

Hiccup pulled himself form the rock and followed her, still infinitely confused and curious. His stomach felt like an anvil. She didn't look okay when she swam off, he observed cleverly, watching her head pop up a few feet ahead of him.

"Astrid?" he said tentatively, circling around her to face her once he reached her.

"What?" she asked a bit quietly but it was obvious to hear the coldness in her voice despite the warm air and the cool water.

Quickly, Hiccup tried thinking of something that would make her mood change. "I can't look at you?" he asked lightly, and Astrid was once again surprised at his ability to know everything without trying.

"Not like you did," she said before she thought about it, and wanting to kick herself, swam off to the side from Hiccup toward the other end of the pond.

"How did I look at you?" he asked innocently, his voice smooth and reassuring and it made Astrid want to pour everything out to him but she didn't of course. But she really, really wanted to.

"I don't know!" she burst out in a flurry of emotion, throwing her arm up and slapping it down with sprays of water. "Goddamn it, this wasn't supposed to happen," she said under her breath but Hiccup still heard.

"What wasn't supposed to happen? Astrid, please tell me because I don't know what I did. I'm in the dark, here," Hiccup chuckled humorlessly, now able to stand on the sandy bottom of the pond but Astrid still had to swim until she could stand as well.

"I don't know either, Hiccup. I'm finding out I don't know a lot of things lately because you're here," she blushed slightly at her vague confession but hoped Hiccup couldn't see because the sun was so far below the trees. She crossed her arms tightly, avoiding looking at him as much as possible because she feared she was now weak and defenseless against him. Originally, she would have hated him for it, but Hiccup was different. She could not ever hate him, even if he left again for another two years chasing another ridiculous concept. She would want to hate him but she knew that she would probably run to him when he returned, if ever. It made her feel disembodied because she knew this was not one of Astrid's traits—it was the grown-up version of Astrid's traits and she felt so new, naked and freshly borne. What the Hel is this? What's wrong with me? She tried grappling any explanation she could but no puzzle piece fit the place it was meant to be. She whole but broken, full but empty, lost but found. There was still something missing.

"I'm sorry—,"

"Don't apologize. It's not your fault but mine," she brought her hands to her face and covered it, sighing so heavily as if it was the life force within her.

Hiccup stared at her, utterly and totally confused. What did he do? He just looked at her! But it had to have been something more than that. He looked into her eyes, so what did he remember seeing? She looked… so small. And tiny. And surprised… and… she couldn't have been scared, could she? Astrid, scared? What is this? Astrid would sooner kill a bear than look scared, or punch him in the stomach. That's the thing, though, is that she didn't. She didn't try to punch me, but I know she looked a bit terrified. I must have clicked something. Or something.

Bless his heart, she wanted to say. How could Hiccup be so infinitely understanding when she was such a mess and a pain in the ass? Hiccup was such a saint, dear Gods. How could Hiccup still want to hang around her when she was in such a jumble all the time? She even dragged him here and made him get naked to swim with her in one of her weird moods set off from her father. Loki has possessed me, I swear. She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, dropping her hands from her face with a low chuckle sprouting in her stomach.

"I'm so sorry, Hiccup, I'm so messed up. Thank you for being so nice, thank you for swimming, thank you, thank you, thank you. And…," she let out a breath, twisting her hands together under the water. "thanks for, uhm, being there, I guess, if that's how you're supposed to say it. I know you didn't do or say anything, but… thanks. I don't know these things."

He wanted to laugh but he didn't. Women. He smiled instead, his eyes crinkling at the ends. "You're welcome, Astrid," he said slowly and softly. He didn't understand fully but at least he got somewhat of a grip on it. He was her anchor, her rock, and he was glad. What a funny time to realize it while they were skinny dipping. "This feels good, doesn't it? It's been crazy today, but this is a good end, I would say," Hiccup said, sinking into the water up to his neck.

"Yeah. It does feel good," Astrid said and felt a weight lift off her chest. After fighting with her father and after this hugely brief emotional ordeal, she was glad she was here with Hiccup—naked. She burst out laughing and threw her head back. "We're skinny dipping!"

"Yes, we are," he nodded. "Whoo!" he shouted, the echo reverberating off the high cliffs and going into the forest around them.

"Whoo!" Astrid threw her arms up and screamed, and they both laughed together.

They laughed and shouted as loud as they might for both knew nobody would think twice about two silly kids swimming at sundown after everybody went home. Splashing and swimming, kicking and laughing, Astrid and Hiccup swam for hours until their lips turned purple. Shivering and goose pimpled, Astrid climbed out first and Hiccup followed after she gave him the okay. But, what he did not see, however, was her devious smirk.

Hiccup pulled himself up onto a rock and used his knee to get himself fully out, Using a combination of his full leg and opposite knee, he climbed to the ledge a few boulders above him where he undressed. He was expecting to see a fully clothed Astrid waiting with her back turned for him, but what he found instead was quite the opposite.

She was stark naked, holding al their clothes in her arms, grinning madly. The only thing she did not have was his prosthetic, and that she balanced on her foot and tossed to him. Absentmindedly he caught it even with his mouth gaping and eyes equally so, a furious blush crept onto his cheeks, and he covered his crotch with his other hand while coming up to sit on the grass.

"Time for yet another naked endeavor: We're streaking."

Pausing putting on his prosthesis, Hiccup almost internally combusted. "Are you crazy!" he shrieked. "No, Astrid—,"

"Fine. I'm taking your clothes then so you'll have to, and you know I won't give them back," she said in a sing-song voice, smiling and blushing rather crudely, her white face almost painted red.

Hiccup swallowed. His process of Thinking Things Through has malfunctioned and entirely has failed him since being around Astrid. She often threw him into things without his consent, he figured, and he knew he couldn't stop her so he thought he might as well make the best of it.

"Okay. Quickly, though," he pulled the last strap tight and buckled it, his fingers almost having a mind of their own.

"Yes!" she threw their heap of clothes down and bolted so fast down the path to the village Hiccup only saw a blur of yellow and she was gone.

He stood up and ran after her and he could have sworn his heart was going to give out on him because he was racing so damn fast. Hiccup would never know what on Odin's holy earth possessed Astrid to take him streaking, or force him to, but within five minutes, he was glad she did.

He felt so impossibly free. It felt like he was flying again for the first time in his life, completely unbound and unfettered and free. He could feel everything so clearly as if his senses had been heightened tenfold: the grass was so distinguishable from the leaves and dirt, so soft, the air passing over his body moved every hair on his skin, every muscle ached but he wanted more. Hiccup never thought streaking could be so fun. He ran through the sleeping village with the biggest smile, leaping over fences, flying down hills, racing through the streets after Astrid. She spun as she ran with her arms in the air, her hair flowing behind her like a golden silk curtain. He caught her hand and twirled her around, dancing in front of the Hildegaard's house, laughing together.

Two years ago, Hiccup would have jumped behind a barrel and ran, completely consumed by his self-esteem, but tonight he wasn't thinking anything by it, and clearly, neither was Astrid. For now it didn't matter about their bodies (thought Hiccup's eyes did wander and so did Astrid's, granted), it only mattered on the mutual joy they shared. They were free as birds, chasing each other through houses and alleys, through groves of trees into the empty market square, into fields of grass and back into the open. It reminded them both so terribly of flying, but they knew this was another kind of flying.

"Hey—!"

Astrid and Hiccup stopped silent from their dancing, chests heaving, and looked around for the source of the voice. "Wha…?" Astrid said, unable to keep the smile off her face.

"Hey! Who is… who—,"

Just as they saw a silhouette in a bright doorway, both teenagers darted into the forest like a pair of wild cats, hardly even wasting a second to see who it was. They weaved through the spaced birch trees back toward the swimming hole, feet crunching audibly on the dead leaves. Beneath him, Hiccup could feel the earth greet each footstep and squeak of his prosthetic, the sensations so high he could feel his body grow with tangible happiness.

They were still giggling when they reached the pond, and they threw on their clothes as if the air itself was freezing. Hiccup tightened his belt around his tunic just as Astrid put on her fillet, and suddenly Hiccup was so overcome with the happiness he felt, he had to share it, combined with reveling in Astrid's windswept beauty. He lurched forward and took her jaw in his hands, catching her mouth just as she was beginning to stand straight. He pulled her up with him and though she was thoroughly surprised, Astrid greeted him full-heartedly, throwing her arms around his neck and squeezing him tightly.

Hiccup kissed her hard and deeply despite his lack of experience and Astrid was pleasantly surprised, again. Though not as great as he could be, he wasn't bad. She pushed those thoughts away, however, because it grew heated quicker than she expected. She found herself pressing her body hard against his as his hands fell from her jaw to her hips, pressing with the full of his hands up her sides through the thin linen of her dress. He circled his hands around her back and up again to wrap his arms around her shoulders. Astrid weaved her fingers in his soft and damp hair and kissed him harder as her stomach did weird and new topsy-turvies combined with a hot pain between her legs that wanted this to go further. She shoved her tongue in his mouth and Hiccup took that as a cue, lowering her to the mossy ground in an uncoordinated fashion. He dropped her three inches above the ground so her tailbone and head hit the grass a bit harder than needed, but Astrid, quite frankly, wasn't paying attention and forgot about it. She just couldn't believe what was happening.

The throbbing, pleasant pain grew as Hiccup's rough and itchy jaw tickled her neck as he kissed it tenderly but eagerly. Oh, Gods, that scruff. It made him so rugged and dirty and sexy, unf. She passed it off as her traditional Viking woman instincts because almost every man on Berk had a beard, most of them married, so it was kind of ingrained into her system in some ways. But why should she be thinking about other men when Hiccup was doing surprisingly good for not knowing much about anything concerning this stuff. Astrid didn't even know, she's only made out before. It was so exciting.

And rather risky, but that's what made it fun. She would be shamed and called horrible names if anybody found out what they were doing right now, she could probably even be disowned or banished. She was unmarried and a virgin, this was so forbidden, and both of them knew it. But neither gave a single fuck. They were very hormonal and very horny.

Astrid sighed, arching her back slightly and swiveling her hips into his. Ooh, there it is. She wanted to laugh at Hiccup because he was clearly turned on, but Hiccup raised his head and showed her his shy smile paired with a raging blush, only to possess her mouth again. Astrid gave little sounds to tell him he was doing well kissing her, and he took her feedback quiet well, changing when she gave lower sounds when he pushed his teeth too hard or moved his tongue too quickly, and repeating what he did well on.

Hiccup led his hands down her sides and suddenly when his fingers were touching her belt, Astrid took his hand and put it between her legs as if she needed it, the burning sensation almost too much to bear. Hiccup's heart almost jumped into his mouth as he pulled away from her with a smack, opening his eyes, but Astrid wouldn't have it, grasping the flippy ends of his hair and pushing his head down to her again in a battle of kisses. Something excited pulled behind Hiccup's navel and took over for him because he had no knowledge of what he was doing or how to do it, but he did it. He pushed up her tunic and sat up from her and sat on his heel and prosthetic to slowly pull off her underwear. She raised her hips from the ground so he could pull them over her rear and down her legs. Her underwear caught on her ankles but she kicked them off and grabbed a handful of Hiccup's tunic and pulled him to her, but she didn't have to do much because he fell to her like a leaf and immediately kissed her full and warmly, his hand returning to the spot that eagerly awaited him.

She jumped as his chill fingers touched her tender warmth. Hiccup pulled away briefly to see what the matter was, but she just kissed him again, letting him know to proceed. He did, gently rubbing the small pearl of flesh he first encountered and was pleased when he issued forth a beautiful gasp from Astrid, who was shocked as well, as it seemed. He grew more confident, rubbing in slow circles, pressing against her muscle to make her hips buck a bit.

Astrid arched into him, her hands holding wads of his shirt on his shoulders as she craned her neck upwards with a slow moan. She opened her eyes and saw through the tips of the firs and pine trees all the stars she could see, sprinkled across the sky like glittering sand from all the gods in Asgard. It was so beautiful, and she was here with Hiccup experiencing with him the most pleasing feeling she had ever felt, ever. She's only touched herself there once or twice out of mere childish curiosity, but never like this. And it was Hiccup, nonetheless, who was doing it to her. He was sending her reeling.

When his fingers danced and fingered around her opening after rubbing along her clit, she bit her lip and squeezed his damp hair. Hiccup's eyes flicked up at her and she saw the most ravaging expression in his face she thought would never come from Hiccup the Virgin because he looked very un-virgin-like. Somewhere in the depths of her sexually stimulated and frustrated mind, she made a mental note to get that look out of him again, but when he darted a single finger in, she couldn't think of anything else.

"Oh!" she shouted, curling her toes.

"Shh," Hiccup whispered, inches away from her face, and repeated the action, but this time kept his finger there. Astrid bit her lip and nodded faintly, burying her face into his neck as he pushed deeper.

Hiccup pumped his middle finger a few more times, amazed at how she enveloped around him so quickly and tightly. Her opening felt so small, so he carefully added another finger even though he was afraid she would break. She bit her lip, completely new to the uncomfortable stretching and burning, but once he pumped his fingers a few more times and they grew slicker, it didn't hurt so bad, and in fact, it even felt awesome. He curled his fingers a bit inside her, pleasantly ushering a loud moan from her into his shoulder. She bit at him a little but he didn't care to pay attention to it, sucking on a favorable spot on her neck, sure to be red by tomorrow.

Astrid squeezed her eyes shut and threw her face to the sky again, her mouth slightly open in an airy, choked moan. As his hand grew faster pumping in and out of her with mind-blowing speed, she felt her lower half tighten and untighten, twitch and tense, feeling herself climb higher on an untraveled peak. What was this? Her head was spinning as she only focused on the insanely pleasurable feeling in her abdomen, enhanced by Hiccup's godly mouth and scruff.

Then, oh, fuck—

"Ahh!" she began to scream but bit her hand to keep herself quiet, and then Hiccup's hand was splashed in fluid, his palm and fingers completely covered. She felt slack and sank into the earth like water in a dry plant, and Hiccup withdrew his hand from underneath her tunic, pushing himself up with his arm. He looked at his hand in curiosity, seeing it glimmer with her fluids from the moonlight, lacing between his fingers like sticky webbing.

He moved off her and sat next to her, wiping his hand in the grass and the rest on his pants, and looked to his side where Astrid still lay. Her hair was spread like a fan by her shoulders, messy and wet still, her eyes were half lidded and she panted heavily, an arm tossed above her head carelessly. She looked so exhausted.

"Hiccup?" she spoke, her voice small.

"Yeah?"

"What… was that?" Astrid asked quietly, hardly moving an inch.

"I don't know," Hiccup replied more regularly, but he was still coming down too. He looked around, seeing the waterfall from the pond, the groves of pine, firs, and other deciduous trees, seeing an old fire pit with tree trunks for stools nearby; he was in a tired daze all of a sudden.

"Was that an orgasm?" Astrid asked, not even to him, furrowing her brows. Hiccup shrugged and made an 'I don't know' noise. "I thought you weren't supposed to orgasm on first things like that. But, holy Freya, Hiccup, where on Midgard did you learn that?" Astrid sat up, hip to hip with him, sitting underwearless.

He shrugged again and looked to his side where she leaned against his shoulder as if she couldn't hold herself up. "I dunno, it just kinda happened… I guess," he wrapped a tired arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him and she rested her head on the crook of his neck and shoulder, yawning.

"Yeah. It did," Astrid reaffirmed, resting her hand on Hiccup's on her shoulder. Astrid would have been content to not cuddle with him at all, and in fact she would have preferred it, but with Hiccup being as affectionate as he was, she couldn't help it. Now in retrospect, he was pretty gentle with her and made no move to hurt her and made sure she was okay. Later, she would remember he was whispering in her ear calming words, his free hand not occupied running through her hair and kissing her cheek. He was so kind, through and through.

They rested there like that for awhile, quiet and tired, feeling no need to talk. Hiccup rubbed her arm and kissed the top of her head once or twice, just sitting there on the patch of grass above the swimming hole, so quiet that not even the wind blew; everything was sleeping.

"Hey, Astrid?" Hiccup said after a long while, opening his eyes and yawning, shaking the girl in his arm lightly.

"Hm? What?" she stirred suddenly as it she was a statue brought to life, pulling away from him. Hiccup smiled weakly, finding it so endearing that she fell asleep leaning against his side.

"Time to take you home," he said in a voice just below his normal tone, rubbing her arm to wake her up.

"Oh. Okay," she stood up, still under the thick spell of sleep. She grabbed her underwear and slid it on under her tunic, taking the hand Hiccup offered her to walk back to the village.

Hand in hand, Astrid stumbled next to Hiccup with half lidded eyes toward her house. Looking at the sky, Hiccup thought the sun would rise in a few hours, and thinking about the upcoming day he wanted to groan. More forge work after almost ten hour work shifts in less than a week. And, he probably wouldn't see Astrid tomorrow either, and that was another thing to groan about.

Stopping at her front porch, Astrid quickly turned to him and snaked her arms around his waist, resting her cheek on the hollow of his throat where she fit best. Hiccup hugged her back, running a hand over her eternally damp hair and kissed her lightly when she pulled away.

"G'night," she said lazily and spun out of his grasp, walking up the steps.

"'Night."

Hiccup walked home quietly, and walking inside, he was surprised to see Toothless sitting a few feet in front of the door as if he was waiting for him to come home. The fire was barely alive, but he could see Toothless move his single tailfin from his eyes, and he looked none too happy.

"Hi, Toothless," Hiccup said under a yawn, shutting the door behind him. "Sorry I was gone out so late. Quite the night," he walked around his dragon friend to the stairs that lead up to his bedroom, but Toothless stopped him by nudging his hand that he used for Astrid.

Toothless sniffed it and growled, eying him with annoyed glints in his eyes. "Hey, don't give me that. I had fun. You're supposed to be happy," Hiccup said with as much tired attitude he could muster, watching Toothless pointedly saunter over to the circular rug in the corner sprinkled with his fallen dragon scales. Hiccup waved him off and walked up the steps, and never before was he so happy to sleep.

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Well, well, well. It was due time for them to encounter something sexual, so I thought after the streaking bit was a perfect time :) Let me know how I did so I can edit future 'encounters'. Lol. Sounds like some alien movie.