Becoming a Friend or a Toy 2

When Hiccup awoke it was to the claustrophobic feeling of hot bodies pressed against his own, of legs tangled and foul breath in his face. His nose wrinkled and throat tinkled and a small cough escaped him. It might as well have been a celebration horn. It sounded ten times louder than it should have and the bodies pressed ever tighter against him, morning wood reminding him of what had transpired the night before.

Okay, time to get and quietly slip out before anything else happened, he told himself as he carefully untangled himself from heavy limps. That didn't go as planned. Snotlout immediately pulled him back down and nuzzled into him.

"You smell good, Astrid," the older boy murmured, wrapping his large leg more securely around Hiccup's and pressing his erection against Hiccup's thigh.

"Ah…'Lout," Hiccup called, his voice soft and quivering a little. He wasn't sure if it was the fear of going another round with these two or being kicked out because they were bored with him. "I think I should go home now. I'm needed at the forge in a few hours." At least he thought so. It was kind of hard to tell what time it was being underground. The hearth fire was basically out, only a few dim flames and glowing coals to offer any real light.

Snotlout opened bleary eyes and blinked owlishly down at him. "Uh?" he asked before realizing he had been hugging his cousin like a beloved stuffed animal and letting him go. "Yeah, sure…wait…"

Hiccup eeped when he felt fingers probe his tender rear.

"You're still good and wet, let's not waste it," Snotlout rumbled, still half asleep but clearly horny. He didn't wait for Hiccup's consent, didn't even seem to care that the small boy struggled to the point that Tuffnut awoke. He entered Hiccup without so much as a care and began rutting into him while assuring that no one would know, it was just the three of them and that Hiccup was now more useful than ever before to them.

It was next to impossible for Hiccup to not cry out, shame filling him and no longer caring if he was part of the group of not as long as he could go home and hide and never be seen again. Thankfully there was no one there to see his shame and he knew Snotlout and Tuffnut would keep this a secret to keep from being killed by his father, their chief.

. . .

Spitelout grumbled as he crossed the plaza toward his hut. He couldn't believe he had broken his favorite axe and didn't bring along a second for the hunting trip. Worse Freya had managed to snap both strings to her bow, the usually one and the backup and since Spitelout had to trek all the way back to Berk to fetch a new axe she had asked him to gather a new bow string from Gobber. He was not impressed and while he had always told Snotlout to lock the door at night when home alone he truly hoped the boy had forgotten. He was not in the mood to explain why he was home early to his son. The boy would never let him live it down.

Luck was with him when he reached the hut. The door was unlocked and he eased it opened. It was not yet dawn and he didn't want to wake the boy and his friends up, remember at the last moment Snotlout was having a little sleepover to christen the basement room. He moved slowly through the house toward the family armory, their good weapons set aside in case of battle. Not a creak sounded under foot even as he neared the stairs but another, far stranger sound reached his ears.

A moan, soft and breathy, too high pitch and nasally to be Snotlout wafted up the stairs. He dismissed it at first, sure he was hearing things. It sounded sort of like young Hiccup but his son and nephew never got along. They were rivals for Stoick's thrown and saw each other as enemies. Hiccup was too small and scrawny to ever make a suitable chief. The sound came again and Spitelout's curiosity was peaked. Did his son have a lady friend with him that sounded strangely like Stoick's boy.

There were other voices that could be heard the closer he got to the stairs. One was undeniably Snotlout's, sleep clogged and whispering, the words unintelligible, the other teasing and flirty and recognizable as the Thorston boy's. What in Thor's name were the boy's doing?

Slowly, cautiously, he took a step down the steps, shifting his way with hunter grace, searching for his prey. He only went down a few steps before crouching low and peering into the dark room. He automatically looked toward his son's bed but it was cast in darkness and he couldn't see a thing. The moaning came again, followed by whimpering and soft begging but it wasn't from the direction of the bed but the large sitting area they were still working on. He squinted, trying to seem through the dimness, the only light coming from the hearth that cast orange and yellow and red dancing lights over three nude and sweaty bodies. Spitelout's eyes were already well adjusted to the darkness outside and having walked into his home without so much as a torch so it didn't take long to pick out the three bodies below.

Long blonde hair cascades over a lean back that was bent over a smaller body with familiar auburn hair that shown red in the fire light. Hiccup. Hiccup was sitting on Snotlout's lap, or more precisely, lounging on Snotlout while the larger boy leaned back on a mound of cushions, his big hands on Hiccup's hips while the Tuffnut boy knelt between their legs. For a moment Spitelout was utterly lost on what they could possibly be doing when he heard his nephew cry out, his back arching beautifully before being pulled back against his cousin and smothered in a heated kiss. The change in position caused the flickering firelight to show something Spitelout never expected to see. The boys weren't roughhousing or wrestling. Spitelout could clearly see between the boy's sweaty, glistening legs, namely Hiccup's. Firelight danced, highlighting what should have been a sinful joining and making it look glorious. There was not one cock pushing in and out of the small boy but two. Two rather impressive teenage shafts ramming into a tight core like two bucks fighting over a doe. The bucked into the, rutting with force and making the young heir wiggle and wrath, whimper and whine only for the other two to silence him with kisses while stroking his length.

Spitelout was mesmerised. He couldn't stop watching even after the boys came one after another until they were a tangled mess of limbs with Hiccup in the center. It seemed he may have misjudged Hiccup. There was obviously much more to him than he first imagined. He silently crept back upstairs and waited. Freya would understand. These boys needed a talking to otherwise Stoick was going to be very upset when he learned just what his little boy was doing to make friends.

. . .

"Okay, so we've got this straight, right?" Snotlout asked as they dressed a half hour later, all still a little sleepy but Hiccup insisting he had to get to work before Gobber got mad. "No one says anything to anyone about what happened and you get to hang out the next time the gang gets together." He gave Hiccup a pointed look as his cousin tugged his tunic over his head.

"Right, not a word," Hiccup answered as he poked his head through the hole. Not that anyone would ever believe me, he thought bitterly, still unsure of how he felt about everything that had transpired.

"So are we getting together tonight?" Tuffnut asked, saddling up behind Hiccup and running his hands down the smaller boy's front.

Hiccup gasped and pulled away, backing away from the blonde with his hands up defensively. "Ah…no…no…I have…ah…things to do tonight. Dad wanted to do a…you know, father – son thing so…maybe another time?"

"I've got the house to myself again," Snotlout coaxed.

"Yeah…good to know…maybe," Hiccup conceded, chewing his lower lip. He followed the two up the stairs, intent on going home and cleaning up, having second thoughts about becoming part of the gang. He felt dirty and wrong and his insides were knotted in a way he didn't like. He felt as if he might be sick at any moment. His Dad was going to be pissed if he ever found out and Hiccup was sure it was somehow going to end up being all his fault…it usually was. It didn't matter. It wasn't as if he was going to tell anyone. All he wanted was to go home, hide in his room and then bury himself in work until the memory of their touches left him.

"Boys," a stern voice greeted them from the kitchen table, making all three jump and their faces pale. The all turned to see Spitelout sitting at the head of the table, keen dark blue eyes watching them.

"Dad!" Snotlout greeted him, elbowing past Hiccup to greet his father. "Hi! I thought you and Mom would be gone until tomorrow night."

"That was the plan," Spitelout agreed. "But my axe handle broke. I came to get a new one plus a new bow string for your mother. I'll be heading back out shortly."

"Oh," Snotlout said quickly. He rubbed the back of his head. "How…how long have you been here?"

"Long enough."

"Oh…" the young man's face fell.

"I need to speak with Hiccup alone," his father said in a voice that left no room for arguments.

The three boys looked at one another, a threat passing from the two larger ones to Hiccup to keep his mouth shut and say nothing of what happened or receive the biggest beating of a life time. Hiccup sucked in his bottom lip, not in fear of them but of his uncle who had a way of getting information out of him, ways that his father would not approve of. He lost count of the number of times he had been taken over his uncle's knee and given a spanking when left in his care for even the smallest transgression. Promising to keep their secretly and actually being able to were two different things.

"Snotlout, Tuffnut, I think Bucket and Mulch could use a hand readying their ship for the morning catch," Spitelout instructed, handing out assignments to make sure the two boys would not interfere when he spoke to Hiccup.

The kids looked at each other once more, Snotlout giving Hiccup a warning glare before shoving Tuffnut out the door.

"Hiccup, go lock the door then come here," Spitelout instructed.

The boy hesitated only a moment before doing as his uncle requested before returning, his stomach twisting with growing fear. It was never good when the man wanted the door lock. On hindsight he should have darted out of the door and to freedom but that would only guarantee his uncle told his father about what had happened with the other boys and no doubt place all the blame on him. And he was right.

The moment he was within reach his uncle pulled him between his legs.

"Just what do you thinking you were doing down there?" Spitelout asked, his voice gruff and eyes hard as they bore into Hiccup's.

Hiccup swallowed thickly. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said meekly, trying to pull out of his uncle's grasp but failing. Spitelout's knees trapped him as his hands grasped Hiccup's hips in a tight grip.

"No? I didn't just witness you taking both boys' swords up here less than half an hour ago?" Spitelout asked, his big hands squeezing Hiccup's rear.

The boy's face paled and he tried pulling free again. "That…I…that wasn't my fault!" he pleaded, feeling tears well up in his eyes and cursing himself for ever falling for Snotlout's trap. "I should never have come here," he whimpered, his hands knotting before his chest as he looked down, feeling more ashamed than ever. Spitelout was sure to tell his father now. "Can…can we keep this secret?" It was a farfetched hope but he really didn't want his father knowing what happened. Stoick the Vast was already ashamed of having such a runt for a son but to have one who had had sex with his very own cousin just to be accepted amongst the other teens was sure to get Hiccup banished.

"And why would I do that?" Spitelout purred, one hand coming up to cup Hiccup's chin and make him look up. "Is that what you're doing now, letting people fill up to keep your dirty little secrets? Is that why you took on two boys nearly double your size? Do you like big men?"

Hiccup blinked in confusion. "I…no…that's not what I meant."

But Spitelout had a frightening look on his face, a hunger that nearly matched his son's the night before and he quickly began undoing the laces to Hiccup's trousers. Hiccup scrambled to stop him only to have his hands slapped hard and pushed out of the way.

"If you can handle two half size cocks in you then you can handle one full grown one," the man growled, shoving the boy's trousers down to his knees before lifting Hiccup's tunic to check out his prize. He frowned in disappointment. "Are you a man or a little boy?" he snipped, groping Hiccup's little prick before sliding his hand between his nephew's legs to poke at what he really was interested in. Hiccup's hole was still nice and sleek, the boys failing to clean him properly.

"Please don't!" Hiccup begged, trying to shove his hand away. He was slapped across the face for his efforts.

"If you can be fucked by my son and his strange friend then you can be fucked by me. Now take it like a Viking." The man turned the boy around and braced him against the kitchen table as he dropped his trousers and freed his aching length. There was no fanfare or serious preparation, Hiccup was still very loose from his time with the other youths and even when he tried tightening up Spitelout pushed his way in, expecting to enjoy the tightness of his nephew and Hiccup certainly was tight. But it was boring. Hiccup didn't move, didn't push back. He lay on his belly and took it, sobbing like a baby and two afraid to do anything that might upset his uncle. "Move!" Spitelout growled, slamming into the boy harder, searching for a way to get some pleasure out of the boy. There was tightness but Hiccup was an active participant like what Spitelout had seen with his son. His thrusts only grew more desperate in his need to cum, no longer caring for the boy beneath him but wanting the deed over with. Eventually he shot his load into the sobbing boy and pulled out. He cleaned himself off and tucked his length away in disgust. "Clean yourself up and get out of here," he snapped at Hiccup, turning away to find his axe and Freya bow string.

Hiccup shakily got off the table, pulled up his pants with trembling hands and fastened them, then ran, staggered out of the Jorgenson house as quickly as possible, batting at rogue tears and trying to school his features. He didn't go home. He didn't want his father seeing him like this. There was no way he could explain what happened without breaking down. Instead he went to the forge, knowing Gobber would not yet be there, and hid under one of the work benches in the far back where no one would see him and not even Gobber would find him for a number of hours. There he cried until he could cry no more and he curled up into a tight ball and slept.

That was where Gobber found him late in the morning when the village was wide awake and in full swing and the blacksmith was in search of his apprentice. A large gentle hand gently pulled the curled up youth out from under the table, careful not to startle him as he lifted the boy into his arms and carried him to the small cot he kept for those long hot days when a nap was necessary. He noticed the tears and the dark bags under the boy's eyes but didn't wake him, believing Hiccup and Snotlout had got into another fight which would be nothing new. The two cousins rarely got along and no doubt the sleepover had not gone as planned and Hiccup had hid out at the forge rather than face Stoick and tell him again he had failed at befriending his cousin. So he let his little apprentice sleep, barely acknowledging Spitelout when the man came to have his axe sharpened or the glare the man sent the boy's way.

When Hiccup awoke a few hours later he only gave a mumbled greeting before burying himself in his work.

"So I guess the sleepover didn't go as planned," Gobber commented as he placed the sword he had been working on into a tub of water to cool.

The usually talkative boy grunted in answer but Gobber caught the shimmer of fresh tears on the boy's lashes.

"You and Snotlout get into a fight?"

Another grunt that made Hiccup sound more like a much smaller version of Stoick than himself.

"That bad, huh? Just no words to describe it? That's the Jorgensons, I suppose," Gobber continued, not really liking the one sided conversation. He'd never admit it but he liked when Hiccup chattered away about mindless things. This silence and grunting was a little eerie. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," Hiccup said simply but there was a catch in his voice. "There's nothing to talk about."

"Hey, Hiccup!" Snotlout's voice chimed cheerfully from the stall window making Hiccup jump and drop a tool on his left foot.

The boy gave a howl of pain and bounced on his right foot before Gobber could get him onto a stool.

"Whoa…hey, you okay?" Snotlout asked as he and Tuffnut slipped inside.

Gobber removed Hiccup's boot to make sure the foot wasn't broken. Hiccup completely ignored the other two boys. "You lads ought to come back later," Gobber told the two as he felt around Hiccup's foot. Thankfully it was still intact and nothing broken but there will be a nice size bruise.

Snotlout's brows furrowed as he looked from Gobber to Hiccup. "I just came to invite you back over tonight. Dad's taking off so it'll just be us again tonight. I found a new game to play." He wiggled his brows at Hiccup suggestively.

"No," Hiccup answered not even looking at him.

"What?" Snotlout snapped, his cheerfulness instantly vanishing.

"I'm not interested," Hiccup said, his voice sharp like the blade of a sword. He glanced up and met Snotlout's gaze with a cold glare. "So just leave me alone, alright? You got what you wanted."

"Got what?" Gobber asked, looking up from Hiccup's swelling foot in concern.

Hiccup flushed bright red before schooling his features and glaring at Snotlout and Tuffnut. "Nothing important," he said as calmly as possible.

Snotlout glared back. "You're right. It wasn't even that good," he spat back with venom in his voice. "I bet wild boar could have done better."

Hiccup's hands balled into fists and he jumped to his feet, ignoring the searing pain in his foot. "Maybe you should ask your Dad. Admit it, Snotlout, you set me up."

"For what?"

"You monster of a father."

"If anyone's father is a monster it's yours, Useless. My Dad should have been chief and then you would have been put in your place when you were born, on a nice little raft to Valhalla!"

Hiccup's jaw dropped open in horror. It wasn't as if he hadn't heard it many times throughout his young life from his cousin but after what had happened last night he would have thought Snotlout thought a little better of him now. "GET OUT OF MY FORGE!" he screamed, throwing the nearest thing to him at his cousin, a small axe he used as a paperweight. It missed by a fraction of a hair, the blade burying itself into the wood of the wall.

Snotlout gave a snort. "I finally gave you something useful to do that made us all happy and you're just going to throw it away. You are USELESS and insane. I'm not going to miss you when the dragons finally decide to eat you like they did your mother. Come on, Tuffnut, we've got better things to do than hang around Useless piece of shit."

"Hey!" snapped Gobber, grabbing Snotlout by the scruff. "I don't care what happened last night but you don't talk that way in my forge."

Snotlout snorted again. "I thought it was HIS forge," he answered, nodding towards Hiccup.

"Apologize," the man growled.

"Sure, when he grows a pair of wings," the boy spat before yanking free and stomping off, Tuffnut in tow and giving Hiccup's curious gazes.

With the exception of Astrid none of the teens ever spoke back to Snotlout and definitely not with such force or venom. A tiny spark of respect developed for Hiccup developed in Tuffnut, not much but enough to make him pay a little more attention to the little heir that would one day lead them.

Gobber waited until the boys were gone before turning on Hiccup. "Exactly what happened at the sleepover?" he demanded, knowing his apprentice would tell him long before his father.

That didn't happen this time. Hiccup shoved his sock back on, wincing in pain before doing the same with the boot. "Nothing. We had a difference of opinion that got worse when Spitelout came home early. That's why I slept here. It was stupid."

"That's why you nearly took your cousin's head off?"

"He's an asshole."

Okay, for Hiccup to swear meant some definitely wasn't right. "Spill it," Gobber ordered but for once Hiccup didn't listen. The boy's face fell after a moment and he looked away. "Hiccup, I just want what's best for you."

A sniffled sob escaped the boy but Hiccup refused to explain what happened at the Jorgenson's. Instead he stepped forward and buried his face in his mentor's chest, his noodle like arms wrapping around the large man and clinging to him. He hadn't done this in a long time and it was a little disconcerting but Gobber held him and let him cry. When Stoick later asked how things went Hiccup brushed it off as a waste of time and consumed himself with work, looking for a better way to become like everyone else. He avoided Snotlout and Tuffnut, stayed as far from Spitelout as was possible on a small island like Berk. He never spoke of that night and neither did those involved and soon it was forgotten, hidden under layers of doubt and worry and threat of dragon attacks, his mind busy designing and building weapons that did or didn't work. Hiccup kept his mind busy, ignoring the other teens that teased and taunted him, and trying to forget that awful experience that still knotted his stomach and sent fire through his belly that would wake him at night drench in sweat, panting and sobbing. It wasn't the best solution and definitely not healthy but Hiccup had learned long ago when to keep his mouth shut and just what he could and could say to his father without it somehow being his fault and this, this was something he knew would he twisted and placed solely on him. After all, who was Stoick going to believe; his beloved brother or freak of a son?

Of course things changed when he not only brought down a dragon, a mighty Nightfury no less, and then trained it, finally becoming the hero he always desired to be. Some people still looked down at him, still ignored him or thought he was a dump kid but no one dare touch him again, not like that night. Snotlout and Tuffnut no longer looked at him as Useless and worthless of their friendship. They slowly became friends the right way. None of them spoke of what happened and Snotlout and Tuffnut were smart enough not to try luring Hiccup into such a situation again which Hiccup was grateful for. Best of all Spitelout never touched Hiccup again. He acted as if nothing ever happened and barely spared Hiccup a glance even after the boy saved the entire tribe. And for the first time in Hiccup entire life HE was the pride of Berk and not only his father but everyone listened when he spoke. And when he couldn't talk or find the right words Toothless, his new, best of the best of possible friends, spoke for him.

And no one, no one touched him without his consent ever again.

Fin

**Hopefully this is the last of the smut for a while. My poor brain has been backfiring with all this the last few months and if I don't get it out I'm afraid my head might explode. Now I'm planning to focus of My Hiccup again since there's only a month to the new episodes. I want to finish this little Dagur arc before the new episodes come out and I finally get new material to inspire me…that's the main reason My Hiccup has been on hiatus, not just the smut.