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Hands on Sunshine
Chapter Twelve
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The day before the midsummer festival, Hiccup received a knock on the sill of the window at the forge. In the middle of hammering a scythe for Mr. Thorston, he rolled his eyes and shouted, "Come in!" he was not in the mood to be bothered by customers since he's been getting them non-stop.
When the door didn't open, he looked up and wiped his forehead with the back of his soot-covered glove, furrowed his brows and walked to the window. He leaned out of it and looked side to side as Dagger watched curiously from the bellows. Sighing with hidden frustration, Hiccup turned to continue his work until he saw something folded lying on the sill.
Pausing, he pulled off his gloves and tucked them under his arm and picked up the parchment carefully as if he might break it, and opening it, he looked over his shoulder secretly to see if Dagger was watching for there was something written. In sloppy handwriting Hiccup had to read slowly for, it read:
Meet me at the waterhole tonight. And I swear, do not run into any twin or I will murder you.
A
He smiled down at the small sheet of parchment, finding it awfully endearing that the perfect and impeccable Astrid Hofferson would have such messy handwriting and would smear practically the whole page with charcoal. For a long moment he looked at the simple letter until Dagger squeaked out his name.
"Huh?" Hiccup spun around quickly, stuffing the letter into his pocket and looking all innocent, shuffling back over to the anvil.
"What's that?" Dagger pointed to his pocket, his big eyes wide in childish curiosity.
Hiccup hid his blush by turning away and going back to molding the steel. "It's nothing," but he couldn't hide his smile.
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Astrid walked to Ruffnut's house after dropping off her little note, carrying her own basket of sewing supplies, a few things taken from Hallbera's. She knocked on the Thorston's door and Hilda answered it with her two youngest daughters racing outside to wrestle in the street. She called for Ruffnut from wherever she was after greet Astrid with a warm smile and a pat to her shoulder, and a few seconds later Ruffnut showed up at the door with her own basket.
Together, the two girls walked through the village and Astrid brought Ruffnut up to date about Auda and Brandan and her mother and how Auda was pregnant and where her mother was attending on her sister and how arrogant her father was. Ruffnut talked about her own family and how her oldest brother was getting married, Tuffnut and his prospects on Snaggletooth, and her three younger sisters and how messy they were. Once they arrived at their sewing-spot, Astrid pulled out one of her old tunics with a tear in the hem, smirking rather deviously.
Sitting across Astrid in the shade, Ruffnut narrowed her eyes and glared at her, trying to figure out her motives. "What's with that face?" she asked in a sharp tone, threading a needle to resize a shirt for one of her sisters.
"Just the other day before we went to the waterhole, you said you weren't the only one 'busy'. What does that mean?" Astrid asked inquisitively with a slight tilt of her head, pushing her already threaded needle through the fabric and smiled when Ruffnut blushed. She was terrible at hiding her feelings.
"You can't tell a single soul," Ruffnut said, suddenly very serious, her blue-gray eyes steely. "You have to swear on your life. You can't even tell Hiccup."
"Okay," Astrid held up a hand in submission. "I swear. Now spill it."
"Okay," Ruffnut sighed, pausing on her needlework, fiddling around with the fabric and her eyes downcast, trying to figure out what to say. Astrid read her like a book, she always could, and that was one of the things she liked about their relationship. She always felt like she had the upper hand when talking about things. Ruffnut took a breath and said on her exhale, "I really like Fishlegs."
"Ohh," Astrid raised her brows though she was totally unsurprised. "I knew it. You two were always next to each other the other night. I think he may have thought you appealing in that wet tunic."
"Shut up!" Ruffnut flared red, punching Astrid when she laughed. "When did get so teasing?" Astrid shrugged. "Well, it turns out we were right about each other. You like the toothpick—obviously I was right—and I like the burly guy who knows too much about dragon stats," Ruffnut said offhandedly, smiling.
"He's definitely not a toothpick anymore," Astrid replied, tying a knot.
"What? So you've seen him shirtless?" Ruffnut asked a bit excitedly and Astrid just rolled her eyes.
"Yup. He actually had a cool scar," she told her the story behind it in Dublin and Ruffnut barked out laughing.
"I never pegged him as a drinker or a brawler. That job's up to me and Tuffnut."
"I know, but he doesn't like fighting or drinking. He's just scared to turn down someone's offer of a drink."
Ruffnut bypassed the comment. "So does that mean you've made out?"
Astrid blushed and purposefully looked downwards. "That's none of your business," she said in finality, but knowing Ruffnut, she wouldn't leave it alone.
"Oh, come on. If I tell you something, will you tell me something?" Ruffnut urged, leaning over her work to Astrid, her eyes wide and goading. Astrid looked at her with narrowed eyes, biting her lip, unsure whether to consent to the deal or not. But she really wanted to know what Ruffnut and Fishlegs were up to so it was only fair to give some bits about her own relationship with Hiccup.
"Fine. You go first," she said before she would change her mind.
"Okay, fine. So Fish came over yesterday and we made out behind the shed and he touched my boob. End of story. Your turn," Ruffnut said with a ferocious blush while Astrid chuckled.
She sighed before telling Ruffnut her own piece. "So, I brought Hiccup supper last night and I brought a bottle of mead with me—that we didn't finish—so we were a little tipsy and we danced a little bit…," she paused to see if Ruffnut would reprimand her for her girlish ways, but to her amazement, she kept listening patiently with eager eyes. "and he pushed me against the counter and we made out. There. Happy now?"
"But how did you see him with his shirt off?"
"Why do you care?"
"Because I'm curious. I wanna get Fish's shirt off."
"Then take it off."
"But I want to know how you did it."
"Why?"
"Because!"
Astrid raised a thin brow, eying her. "Are you asking me for advice?"
Ruffnut had the grace to look a little sheepish. "Kind of."
Astrid lowered her head in embarrassed surprise. She had never given actual advice before; before, she would usually boss people around and tell them how they should do it this way, or they have to do it that way, and, in the first place, it was never about boys. What did Astrid know about boys? She knew the majority of them were annoying and obnoxious and talked about girls' boobs all the time with the occasional—sometimes funny—sexual joke. And besides, not many of them were smart or gracious or kind, like Hiccup. Hiccup was an indefinite outlier, she knew that full well, but she didn't know about Fishlegs very much. She was even surprised Ruffnut liked him in the first place. Barely a month ago she was all about getting into Helsplitter's pants and now Fishlegs? What did he do to catch her attention? Spew facts about Zipplebacks?
"Uhm," Astrid swallowed, really trying to give 'advice'. When was the last time she helped someone out of the kindness in her heart? She doubted she even had kindness. Hiccup had loads of kindness. What would he say? Astrid thought, then giggled because he wouldn't even be able to talk about taking her shirt off without fumbling over himself and turning into a human tomato. With that thought in mind, she felt a little more clearheaded and continued. "Well, you can't just take it off at the start. That's going too fast, unless you guys are in a hurry or something. You gotta go slow."
"'Go slow'?" Ruffnut repeated like she had no idea what she meant.
"Yeah, it's going to be hard for you," Ruffnut laughed in full agreement, "but it builds up suspension; they like that. Slow and teasing."
"Slow and teasing."
"Mhm. Of course kiss while you're doing it, smile… maybe, uhm. Push against him a little bit," Astrid herself was becoming a little flustered just thinking about it. She was so excited to see Hiccup shirtless again, she almost forgot she was talking to Ruffnut and not about her boyfriend. "Have fun, mainly."
"I didn't know Astrid Hofferson could have fun," Ruffnut smirked, sewing a few stitches. Astrid smiled and descended into her thoughts, ever-consumed by Hiccup. Talking about these things with Ruffnut gave her ideas for tonight, and with a racing heart, she decided to do them all. Go big or go home.
"He's so tall," Ruffnut said like it was an afterthought, furrowing her brows.
"Who?" Astrid asked. She hadn't been listening.
"Fishlegs. I have to, like… stand on my tip-toes to even get to his mouth. It's cool though because he's all muscle-y now, not big and chubby like he was before. Aaaaall muscle," she smiled proudly, sewing a few more stitches. "No cool scars though, but that's okay. He taught me how to reel in a net, told me stuff about halibut and salmon mating processes. He's a big dork."
"Dorks are good," Astrid said slowly, beginning to not pay attention again.
"Yeah… they're not like 'Lout or Tuff who are just all about girls and getting into their pants. You know, 'Lout likes this new girl named Foxtail but she's such a snob and I just kinda want to deck her in the face…," Ruffnut said, going into a whole ordeal about Foxtail said that, I said that, then this happened, and now this, and Astrid only heard bits and pieces. She learned to drown out most of Ruffnut's speeches out like she had with her mother, and only listened when important pieces came up, adding the occasional 'mhm' or 'yeah'.
It was an hour or two sewing before Ruffnut had to go home and help with some farm duties, so Astrid walked home silently. She put her basket of sewing supplies away in the living room and found Auda scrubbing counters in the kitchen after cutting up some meat. Astrid picked up a plum and ate it, watching her sister scrub with her sleeves pulled up, debating whether or not to ask her the question that has been fermenting in her mind all day.
"Spit it out, Astrid—no, not the plum, stupid," Auda snapped and corrected when Astrid was about to spit out her plum, thinking it was bad though it didn't taste so. "What do you want?"
"Are you mad?" Astrid asked because if she was, she certainly wasn't going to ask her any obscure questions because she knew the consequences.
"No, I'm just tired. I can't get any sleep," Auda said, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand.
"Is it because of Brandan?"
"No, it's not him. I don't know why," Auda sighed, cleaning off the soap from the cutting board with a wet rag. "It might be this baby. I have no idea."
Looking at her, Astrid saw purple spots beginning to form on the pale skin under her eyes. She really did look tired. "It's only been, like, two months maybe."
"I know, that's why I don't know why I'm so tired."
"Are you sick?"
"I don't know, Astrid," Auda snapped, throwing the scrubbing brush in the bucket on the counter. "Now, what is it you want to ask? Does it have to do with Hiccup?"
"Yes," Astrid replied sheepishly, looking down at the split skin of her half-eaten plum.
"Then ask, for Thor's sake. I told you that you could confide in me," Auda said impatiently, going to the back door to dump the water into the grass.
"It's not a confiding question," Astrid said, taking another small bite, wiping the juice off from around her mouth. Auda put the bucket away underneath the counter and dried off the cutting board, waiting patiently. "Uhm… what does love mean?" she asked in a quiet voice, making positive she wasn't looking at Auda in any way because she knew her sister could practically read minds like their mother, one of her scary attributes.
"It means something different to everybody," Auda replied calmly, hardly taken aback by her younger sister's question.
"That doesn't help," Astrid said with a blank face. "Definitions, here."
Auda sighed, wiping off some counters. "There isn't a solid definition of 'love', Diddy. It's different for everyone. But, I can kind of explain to you what forelsket is," she said. (6)
Astrid furrowed her brows. "What's that?" she went to the door to throw her plum outside.
"It's that exciting rush you feel when falling in love for the first time. Like when you see that person, you feel all tingly and jumpy and you can't quit smiling. It's exciting. It's fun. You're stupid, totally in love," Auda said in a drawling voice, taking the broom from the wall and beginning to sweep. "That's forelsket. But, when you truly love someone, Astrid, all their problems are put before yours; at least you feel they should be because you care so much about them. You would still love them even if they left you for someone else, even if they died. It's a powerful thing, not to be taken lightly or toyed with like some younger girls are doing these days."
Astrid nodded, taking up her words like a sponge. "Okay," She still didn't understand.
"Feel free to love whom you wish, but don't be dumb about it. I like Hiccup and so does mom, but that doesn't change much. It's shitty for you and I'm sorry, but… you know what I've told you," Auda said seriously just when Astrid was leaving the kitchen, holding the broom still in her hands.
"I know. I've taken that into consideration," Astrid smiled gently. "Thanks," she said, then left to her room upstairs to ponder on what Auda said.
Auda did not make supper that night, leaving her charges, Brandan and Astrid, to make and find their own supper. Brandan made some strange, outlandish, not-really-Irish dish made from random ingredients from the cupboard and it was surprisingly delicious. Instead of going to her room after supper, Astrid simply 'snuck out' the front door while Brandan was telling his wife some funny joke he heard earlier in the day from the barley fields.
She walked to the waterhole, feeling her hands sweat, her heart squelch and squeeze and race uncomfortable, and she was half-tempted to turn around and hide under her pillow. She felt like she suddenly didn't want to do this but at the same time she really wanted to. It was going to be fun, it will be, she kept telling herself, I've done it before. There was nothing to worry about, nothing at all. It was going to be fun.
She walked around a bend in the grassy path around a large maple and aw Hiccup with his back to her, his head raised, hands in his pockets. He's here, she thought, exhaling quietly. She stood and admired him for a moment, taking in his slim shape, his wider-set shoulders, his skinny and muscled legs beneath his trousers that were tighter than the other ones he's worn. He stood with his feet apart, looking immoveable and strong, and in his tunic that also looked a bit too small and tight on him, she admired the curve of his back while he looked up and his firm butt just below his belt she suddenly had the urge to pinch, just to see if he was real. She wanted to look at him all day, take mental notes on the things she loved about him, like that one darker freckle among the hundreds on his knuckle, or that tiny pale scar on his chin, even to the way the faint red-brown hair brushed across his arms. She was never observant to people, only situations and the area around her, honed and perfected with axe in hand. Astrid wasn't used to this new feeling, but if it was with Hiccup, she could stand it.
Hiccup turned around and her tangent was broken, but he looked at her for a long, smiling moment, pleased to see her. She took a step forward with a timid smile, already blushing red from just his eyes on her unworthy face. "Have you been here long?" she asked, walking up next to him, folding her arms behind her back so as to not fiddle with her hands. Everything about him… well, not everything, he's still an annoying, stupid twit but everything else is…
"No… I was just admiring the sky," Hiccup said quietly, his hair blowing in the gentle summer breeze. Astrid looked up and saw what he saw; a beautiful gradient from blue to purple to red, the clouds deep in color, stretched like the finest cotton but lumpy and tall in other places. It reminded Astrid of the giant sky when she first took flight with him so long ago, the only time since when she's been able to touch the clouds themselves and breath them in.
"Your head is always in the clouds," Astrid said, her head still craned upwards.
"I know," he said, and without looking at him, she could hear the smile in his voice.
After a quiet moment, Astrid pulled Hiccup's hand out of his pocket. "Come. We're skinny dipping again," she brought him to the grassy staircase that led down the short, steep hill to the flatter area, opening up to the forest.
"I thought so. You sounded so eager in your note," Hiccup said while chuckling a bit, making Astrid smile and roll her eyes.
Slyly, she said over her shoulder, "You should be more eager."
Hiccup raised his brows so far it was hard to see them through his bangs. Astrid laughed while he ushered, "Ohoh. Should I now?" he sensed her playfulness when she pulled him in front of her and took a few steps away from him, a tiny seductive smile on her face he instantly fell in love with all over again, knowing good things were to come.
"You should be very… eager," she said in a sultry voice, cocking a lovely brow and moved her hips a bit more than normal as she took some more tiny steps back.
"Oh… okay," Hiccup chuckled nervously when she pulled off her fillet and let it drop next to her, shaking her thick mane of hair out to drape down her back to reveal her luscious golden collarbone, lit from the fading light through the tips of the tall firs. She looked at him in the eye like she was about to attack him (which he actually wouldn't have minded at this point), and she slowly brought her hands down her front to unbuckle her belt.
Feeling her confidence grow tremendously as his eyes feasted on her, Astrid said in a voice that would make any man go mad with lust, "I'm not going alone," and Hiccup was such a man.
"O-oh, ri-right," he bowed his head with a deep scarlet blush and kicked off his boot while unbuckling his own belt.
"Hold on, dragon rider. Look up," Astrid's voice was as smooth as the silk of her dress for the midsummer festival tomorrow, and as silky as it was, Hiccup's eyes slowly flicked upward. She pulled the hem of her knee-length dress up slowly, holding it just so with her thighs pressed together so she looked like a ravished milk maid. Hiccup reveled in the sight of her, the very last thing he would expect of his girlfriend. He swallowed hard as she crossed her hands and pulled up her dress, revealing the sight of her white and innocent underwear. A little more and he saw the shadows casted across her sharp hips, and slowly, teasingly, up a little more, and he saw her navel and the slight lines her strong, flat stomach created from training her whole life. He could feel his mouth practically water in lust for her.
This was so fun. Astrid had no idea torturing Hiccup in this way could be so much fun. She shouldn't have worried at all! She could see his eyes almost literally eating her alive. Go slow… it builds suspension, they like that. Oh, how right she was. She felt so awesome. She loved the attention, his eyes going everywhere on her body, taking in every pale inch from where he was. She purposefully stood in the brightest ray of dimming light so her hair glowed, but she didn't know the effects the light was actually causing until she pulled her dress completely over her head and looked down to see the indentation between her small breasts. Pushed together and bound beneath the strip of cloth, she was surprised but pleased and laughed when a breeze passed through and made her nip.
Hiccup's mouth twitched into a smile at her laugh, her hands cupping her breasts, and Gods, she was so sexy and beautiful. He pulled his own tunic off over his head with some struggle. When he came back to Berk, he had plenty of tunics up until they all became dirty after multiple uses, and after missing the last couple of laugardagur's, he was resorting to the smaller tunics in the back of his dresser drawers. But, nonetheless, he threw the tunic aside and stood, his hands sweating as he slowly and absentmindedly untied the laces to his trousers.
"Not quite naked yet," Astrid said, reaching behind herself to pull apart the hook and eye bindings along her spine. Slowly, she brought the cloth around herself, biting her lip, her hip cocked just so. Her blush deepened when she unwound it completely and she stood with her hands on her hips with a shy smile but screamed 'come closer', though Hiccup did not move, his mouth going dry. His eyes took his favorite pair of breasts in, the only ones he's ever had the privilege to see, but he knew hers where his favorite and would always be. Since the days he started sketching people, he always knew that women's bodies were beautiful to him; the curves, the shapes, the forms, the variations. From the curvier women on Berk to the more slender ones, he thought they were all beautiful in their own way though he didn't have any particular feelings to the woman, and some he didn't even know.
She pulled down her underwear with the same aggravating slowness, and when she stood straight and kicked off her underwear, Hiccup could have nearly melted. Looking at her body fully as he never had the opportunity to before (streaking, yes, but he wasn't paying attention), he didn't have a word to describe her own body. She was slim with a small ribcage and a not-too-tiny-but-not-too-thin waist and hips that were hard to discern unless one saw the curve of her waist line. She wasn't by any means curvaceous but she wasn't cylindrical like a man's body, but her butt made up for what little hips she had. She had a nice butt. She turned to wade into the water with an enticing smile and her rounded, firm but tender bottom came into his view and his eyes curved hungrily around the neat little bump.
He loved her. He loved her so much. Everything she was, everything she is, was so beautiful and lovely he almost couldn't take it. She ticked him off on multiple occasions and she punched too hard for her own good and was immensely confusing and tirelessly demanded and ordered and pushed him a bit too far, but he found he still loved her through all her womanly complexities and diverse moods and emotions. As she waded into the water, his eyes following her like a magnet, Hiccup felt hot and bothered between his legs but yet he was happy and content because he loved Astrid Hofferson with all his heart.
"Are you coming in?" Astrid turned and asked, the water coming up to where her ribcage split.
"Yeah," Hiccup nearly whispered, pulling down his trousers and underwear and rested the metal end of his prosthetic on his knee so he could unbuckle the straps around his leg to take it off. He hopped in on one foot and Astrid smiled and watched him as intently as he watched her, her blue eyes taking in the curve of his bare shoulders and the rounded muscles of his arms, the tendons in his hands. She turned her head and beckoned him farther; knowing that looking at every inch of him was for later.
Astrid walked farther into the water until she couldn't touch anymore, sinking underwater to swim more into the heart of the pond. She swam through the water effortlessly, seeming to glide through like a knife in butter, the chill water heightening her senses. She turned in the water so she emerged facing his direction, and when she opened her eyes after using a hand to wipe water from them, she saw he was closer than the last time she saw him. Hiccup had already swum under so his hair was pushed from his face to show all his freckles and the handsome thickness to his eyebrows. He smiled and she stopped swimming away from him so he could come up to kiss her, his mouth warm and inviting. Astrid figured he could still touch since he pulled her close to him without having to tread water, his arms wrapping tight around the middle of her back, her breasts pressed into his collarbone so he had to raise his head a bit to kiss her.
Astrid ran her hands over his wet hair, tracing her fingers along his stubbly jaw that needed a trim, and pulled away from him just as it was getting good. Hiccup looked at her with confused and disappointed eyes and she could only laugh. "Don't look like such a puppy," she said and pushed against him so he let go.
"Why do you tease me?" Hiccup asked with hints of restrained desire in his voice, allowing a bit of a groan through his words. Astrid swam away like a fish, her smile tauntingly huge.
She didn't respond and instead swam over to the small trickling waterfall along the high face of the cliff. Hiccup followed her, his stomach still tight from wanting her like nothing else before. He didn't like seeing things he couldn't touch or feel with his hands since he's always been able to be hands-on, working in a forge. And by her denying his touch was like asking him to quit sketching or working with tools. He felt like he was somehow cheated but he kept wanting her more and more until such desire and lust made him feel so unlike himself.
"You're going to sit on this rock and you're going to wait and like it," Astrid said, standing just next to a flat rock, showing him her full front to her hips. She didn't notice the way her looked at her, mixed with a bit of annoyance but still with that unyielding need to touch her. Instead of arguing with her because he didn't want to sit and wait, he did what she told him, folding one foot under his knee and letting his amputated leg sit in the water, the rim just coming past the stump. He held his crotch to not be absolutely revealed, and when she stepped down from whatever rock she stood on, she snorted at his childish expression. "Don't look like that or I'll send you home without anything."
Hiccup looked at her for a second longer then looked away to the rock face. "Fine. What are you going to do?" he watched her swim away to one of the large boulders in the pond.
"Something," she said with hints of a devious smirk he knew well, swimming under and disappearing.
Hiccup sat and waited at the waterfall for almost fifteen minutes, wondering the entire time what the Hel she was doing. Midway through he considered hopping off and looking for her because she wouldn't have left him high and dry (or wet) unless she was doing something, but it took her so long. Did she go and take a bath or something? She didn't bring anything with her, so that's a no. No, I know what she's doing. She's making me wait on her on her purpose.
"Astrid! This isn't funny!" Hiccup shouted, the sun completely gone from the tips of the trees but he could still see shards of light though the sky was getting darker. "Seriously, Astrid!" he groaned and hit his head on the rock behind him, shaking some chunks loose at the back of his head and some falling along his temples. He reached up to scratch his cheek, furrowing his brows farther. "Astrid. Come out; come out, wherever you are. You should've said we were playing hide and seek. This isn't funny. I'm going to catch a cold and die in the middle of summer. Astrid."
"Can you shut up for five minutes?" Astrid said with a laugh, twenty feet away, her exposed head coming closer with her wet dark blonde hair pushed back. She looked exactly as she did fifteen minutes ago and that only irked Hiccup a bit more.
"Where have you been?" he demanded like he was her mother, voice hard and stern. "Thor's beard, Astrid, it's been fifteen minutes and I'm freezing."
"Oh, shut up. You're such a drama queen," Astrid said lightly, swimming slowly. "It's not cold out tonight. You're over exaggerating."
"No! You disappeared and left me sitting here naked. I am not over exaggerating."
Astrid threw her head back and laughed, making Hiccup's mouth close tighter in frustration. "Relax. I'm here now, princess, and I'm not going anywhere," Oh, how Hiccup hated her teasing. "just like I've said," she added in a different tone, now about ten feet from him and Hiccup could see the different look in her eye when she spoke. Instantly, his mind forgot all about the things he wanted to say to her and instead looked at her intriguingly.
She came closer to him, now in front of him by five or so feet, an stood up on the bed of rocks and sand the waterfall deposited, emerging from the water like a selkie, shed from her seals' skin (7). She had a new seductive and enchanting smile on her face, naked down to her knees as she walked towards him, Hiccup now entirely mesmerized. He blushed, his lips parting a little in a small, inaudible gasp, his eyes scrolling her body endlessly; down and up, up and down, all over her beautiful, the caramel-colored centers of her breasts, her navel, how her hips swayed as she walked, the blondey-brown dusting of hair between her legs. His livid green eyes feasted on the sight of her once again, his breath more or less caught in his throat or completely taken away. He blinked a couple of times, denying that she was real at all.
Hiccup had read tales about selkies and their impossible beauty, but he never thought he could actually see one with his own eyes. The water dripped down her skin in luscious trails like the morning dew or the sea water dripping down the jagged rocks, walking closer like a specter, pale in the dimming light. He watched her closely and never took his eyes off her even when she stood in front of him, bending over slowly and putting a knee on the rock so she could lean in. She opened her mouth to kiss him and his heart raced when she rested one hand on his shoulder, actually tangible, and he lifted a hand to touch her but she saw it and pushed it away. Astrid smiled and pulled away just as she was about to kiss him, a mischievous glint shining in her eyes. Hiccup couldn't be annoyed when she came forward and kissed him this time with her pink and plush lips. He melted into her, almost becoming slack until she pulled away again, kissing his Adam's apple. He raised his head to allow her more access and she kissed the rough underside of his chin, along his jaw to the space below his ear to kiss where he would with her, down his throat to the hollow at the curve of his collarbone.
Astrid looked at the scar, tracing it with gentle fingers before she kissed it with a flick of her eyes to his. Oh, that. That was sexy. Hiccup bit his lip and closed his eyes, his skin almost burning when she traced her barely-parted lips down his chest, her slightly rough hands following. Her fingers barely touched the sparse patch of maroon hair in the middle of his chest, down to where his stomach muscles began. Astrid kissed each ridge of muscle, reveling in the taste of his skin and each freckle or tiny mole, and even pushed his arms aside so she could get to his ribs. She loved how she could make Hiccup squirm and pant, his breath hitching in his throat before he took another breath when her lips met his wet and warm skin.
As she got lower, Hiccup felt himself grow a little bit harder at her amazing machinations. Her fingers glided across his skin like water, her lips making his spine tingle. When she started kissing the tapering crease his hips made, he could feel her eyelashes and her cool breath and the poke of her sharp nose, even the hard tips of her breasts along his thighs, now nearly weeping with desire. His hands grew ever tighter around his parts, but Astrid looked up at him through her lashes and smiled, kneeling in the water now, and pulled his fingers off himself as she took his wrist to move his hand. She pushed his legs apart and ran the palms of her hands over his thighs, barely covered in hair, and pressed her lips to the inside of his thigh.
He watched her, his hands fisted on the rock next to his legs, amazed she was actually doing this all for him. He felt touched that she made a note for him, made the effort to bring it to the forge, and even though he got annoyed with her, she still wanted to treat him. He did it for her but never expected to be repaid. He felt his heart swell with love for her, and though she looked less than innocent, he was glad it was Astrid. And he couldn't complain about her looking nothing remotely close to innocent because she wasn't and neither was he.
Astrid dipped her hand in the water before holding him tightly around his base and pumping a few times, almost seeming to force a loud moan from deep inside his throat. She kissed his throat, feeling the vibrations of his hitched breathing and a few little moans as she gracefully used her hand to stroke and knead him. She used her thumb to make circles around his pink head, making sure she reached all the tender and sensitive spots before using her tongue to trace around the tip of him, eventually engulfing him with her mouth as she continued to stroke and squeeze gently.
"Ahah…," Hiccup said through harsh breaths, biting his lip and squeezing his eyes and throwing his head back. He swore his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he reveled in the mind-blowing sensations that seemed to swallow him whole, tossing him around in warmth and bright lights. Though she was a bit rougher than he would have preferred, he could honestly say he liked it since both of them were gentle and unsure in the past, and now that they were getting more comfortable with what they were doing and how each other responded, she was definitely experimenting and it felt so good. He could for sure handle rough until she seriously hurt him, but Astrid was rough in the first place so he figured she was doing it how she wanted instead of getting nervous and flustered like her first go on this kind of thing. She was so awesome.
Astrid traced her short-but-there nails along the inside of his thigh where it was most sensitive, making him shudder and break out into another guttural moan. She was even hardly using her teeth along him to make it feel ten times more mind-blowing-ly awesome. He had no idea what else she was doing, but whatever it was, it was really good and really great and really just everything. The first time does not compare to this. Not at all. This is a hundred times better. So much better he couldn't even think straight; Hiccup could only think about the sensations that relentlessly bombarded him and threw him into a frenzy of moans and tight breathing that made him feel like he had ran here. She totally thought this out, he figured, with the note and the strip tease and now this—not a hundred, a thousand times better than last time. In his dizzying frenzy, the familiar lights began to pop and he knew he couldn't hold off any longer.
"A-Astri-id," he mumbled, her movements becoming more seamless and faster as she knew he was reaching his peak. With heavier breaths, Hiccup throbbed and with grinding teeth and a deep guttural moan, he bent forward and gripped Astrid's shoulders as her mouth filled with his fluids. He fell limp against the rock and she spat out what she had in her mouth into the water and wiped off what fell down her chin and splattered on her cheek on the rock.
She watched Hiccup's chest rise and fall with a triumphant smile, knowing that with his eyes closed peacefully she did well. "Your once-future children are floating in the water," Astrid said with a laugh, pulling herself up to sit on the rock next to him.
Hiccup huffed out a laugh once, too exhausted to give it his full effort. "That's a bit morbid," he said, smiling and kissing her forehead.
Astrid grinned and planted her lips on his cheek and then his mouth for a few seconds before ruffling his hair. "Let's go swim now."
"Too exhausted. Can't… move," Hiccup said purposefully like he was almost falling asleep.
Astrid splashed him and jumped back into the water. "You're handsome and gorgeous, Hiccup, but you're not a princess yet."
"You already called me one."
"That was before I blew your mind."
"True."
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(6) I pretty much explained forelsket. It's a legitimate Norwegian term.
(7) Selkies are the Celtic/Viking/Faroese/Scottish version of mermaids. When they're in the ocean, they take the form of seals, but they can shed their seals' skin and walk on land as beautiful women or men. They can only have contact with a particular human for a short amount of time before having to return to the ocean, and the only way to prevent this is to hide or burn their seal skin.
Goddamn. This chapter was something else to write up. I was not in the mood to write this, so I hope it's not puke-worthy.