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This is where the M rating comes into play - just a heads up!

On a side note: Jack Frost and Pitch Black is my latest favourite pairing. Go read From The Darkness We Rise. Not mine, but something I admire very much.

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Control

Ruff POV

I heard Astrid and her mystery man pull up outside just as I was shoving the last item into my bag. Tuff, the utter moron, had locked himself out at the last minute. So I had to wait here while that total dumbass convinced his mechanic neighbour to break down his door.

Mmm. That mechanic. Me likey likey.

I heard them laughing as they came in; snorted giggles that echoed in the small hallway. I was stationed on the couch, ready to ooze charm and test this new hunk of man meat.

Or I was, until Astrid and my boss stumbled into the living room sucking face like a pair of teenage horndogs.

I cocked my head. Hiccup. Hiccup. Mystery man was Hiccup?

It made sense – in a sort of romantic comedy, cheerleader falls for nerd, Hollywood way.

I admired their technique for a little longer. Hiccup was eager but inexperienced; fitting neatly into the whole virgin category. Astrid had been with Jake, but hadn't really pulled for so long I'm surprised she remembered even how to kiss, let alone grope Hiccup with those wandering hands like a little vixen. Hell, Astrid was gagging for it. It was in the way she dominated the entire session; leading Hiccup with military precision in tongue formation. I should leave my rope on her bed – she'll probably need it.

"Well!"

They wrenched eachother apart with such force I cackled. Poor, horny souls. It's a good thing I'm leaving.

"Ruff!" Astrid gasped. I'm fairly certain her breathlessness was less to do with shock and more to do with lack of oxygen to her lungs. "You're still here!"

"Oh man." Hiccup groaned and leant against the wall, rubbing his face with shaking hands. "Da da da, I'm dead."

"Au contraire, my lovelies." I snatched my bag as I stood to meet Astrid's horrified gaze. "I won't breathe a word about this highly suspicious, contract breaking shindig. I was just leaving."

As I pushed my large feet into my winter boots, Hiccup approached me with his hand behind his head. I rolled my eyes. Dear god. Grow some balls.

"I really…this is kinda new." He confessed. His open face was unusually sombre. "I won't make you keep it a secret if you feel obligated to report us."

"Oh, grow a pair and get fucked."

Hiccup looked somewhat aghast at my obscene language.

"…sorry?"

"She's my friend, too." I cuffed him not too gently on the cheek. "And I've known you for years. You're an alright boss. She's a decent flatmate. Don't screw this up. Screw her instead."

Damn. My wisdom is on par with the fucking Dalai Lama.

Hiccup POV

After the shock encounter with Ruff, they both just stared at the other in silence. Astrid was the first to offer a smile.

"Still…staying for the movie, right?"

Hiccup breathed in relief and finally let his shoulders drop. "Oh good. I was ready to go."

Blue eyes tossed him a scrunched look of confusion. "Why? Do you want to leave?"

"Not really. I mean, Toothless it waiting at home for a blow by blow account of your horrendous pick-up lines, but I guess he can wait."

Astrid threw a couch cushion at him for his trouble. Ungrateful woman.

After redirecting him to her somewhat haphazard bathroom, he dabbed ineffectually at the now white-ish stain on the front of his jeans. The date was definitely something he wouldn't forget – like Astrid herself, it was confusing, violent and arousing. He was verging on glad that Gobber had chucked those condoms in the car. Not that he brought them in. Despite the urge to sneak a couple into his pocket, he was fairly certain he didn't want to rush tonight.

The tension thrumming in his veins heartedly disagreed.

"No." He told his disappointed reflection. "You said you'd wait. There's still a chance…"

A chance of what? Astrid pretending they didn't happen? They were too far gone down the proverbial rabbit hole to do so, and besides that, Hiccup honestly felt like he'd seen the real Astrid. Years of not dating had just left their mark. He was split in two. One half said ignore his fears and go for it. The other cautioned against going too fast, because if it ended badly, he'd have the memory of her skin against his to taunt him in his nightmares.

"Hiccup? You still in there?"

Narrowly missing colliding with the door frame, Hiccup threw open to the door to face Astrid. Her inquisitive look, coupled with the unexpected adorable polar bear pyjama bottoms, made him stutter like they'd just met.

"Astrid! Hi, Astrid, hey."

"I feel like we've said this before."

"Maybe we did in another life."

"Ew. I knew you in another life?"

"Sure. We trained dragons."

"Pfft." She pressed black material into his hands. "Tuff left some pj's here. You can change out your jeans if you'd like."

Hiccup tried not to be weirded out at the idea of wearing Tuff's clothing, and quickly changed with little complaint. His prosthetic had trouble fitting through the narrow end, and he hoped Astrid wouldn't mind if he took it off to make it easier on himself. Aforementioned blonde was setting down cups of tea in front of her telly when he hobbled in, wincing at the tight fit.

"Uh, Astrid?"

"Yo."

She began to browse her movie selection in earnest; lips moving at the titles as he tried not to stare too obviously. Hiccup perched awkwardly on the couch. "You mind if I…take off my leg?"

The bemused glare he got in return had him laughing to stem off the awkwardness. "No? That's cool, I'll just, uh, yeah, that's fine."

Film choosing forgotten, Astrid stalked over and prodded him hard in the chest. "Do you think I'm a bitch?"

"Wha?" Hiccup stared up at a very angry Astrid. He wasn't sure what the right answer was. "…no?"

"Damn straight." Her finger released him back into the couch. "Take off your prosthetic, Hiccup. I don't mind, or care – it's a part of you, isn't it?."

"Y-yeah." The rush of emotion that followed her words had him swallowing hard and forcing a mischievous grin onto his cheeks. "Thanks. For a minute though, I was tempted to sic Toothless on you."

Astrid returned to her browsing, clearly fighting the urge to smile. Her pink lips were twitching as she spoke in a low monotone. "He wouldn't hurt me. I feed him too much."

"And I know it. He's getting fat." Hiccup moaned in relief as he loosened the straps and slid out his leg with flourish. "I feel like a girl when they do that magic thing with their bra and they slid it out of their t-shirts."

"That is oddly specific. Do you like animated films?"

"Yeah? Sure."

Astrid waved a film under his nose. "Rise of The Guardians. This film is amazing."

"If you say so."

"Hey!"

Hiccup smiled fondly at her bustling around the TV; frowning when it didn't immediately play and spending a bit longer than she was comfortable to get everything organised. By the time she sat she was pouting angrily and biting her lip with small teeth; pulling the soft flesh in and out of her mouth. To say Hiccup was more focused on her gentle movements than the film would be an understatement – but she never noticed his staring; even when she'd nudge him and comment on her favourite pairing of characters.

"Pitch Black and Jack Frost."

"Seriously?" Hiccup sipped his tea to hide his choked laugh. He didn't believe Astrid was into that sort of thing. "But Jack is so young."

"He's like eighteen, shut up." He got a sharp jab to his side for his trouble. "Technically if you looked at it a certain way, Pitch is like...early thirties? And they're both so lonely and they find the other and it's great."

Seeing how close Astrid had wriggled sideways, Hiccup debated how to turn their casual couch sitting into sweet cuddling. Just throwing his arm over and pulling her close seemed a bit simple, but he took the plunge and wrapped his arm around her shoulders; tightening his grip and arranging their bodies so it was comfortable.

Astrid turned her head. In the darkness, he tried to ignore how much wider her eyes seemed, and how her plump lips begged him to crush his mouth to hers. He had done so in the car; hormones taking over common sense by his deep seated desire to end the date on a good note, but now there was no rush or time-scale. Just them, sitting together, close.

She seemed to sense his change of mood; breathing quickening at the intensity in his eyes. Raising a trembling hand, he brushed an errant lock of hair off her face and skittered his lips over the exposed skin; travelling down with the faintest brush of his lips. The euphoria that followed each contact made him hyper aware; exposed with what felt like pulses of electricity skating across his skin. When their lips finally connected it felt like a jolt to his system; a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart.

The eager noise she mewled into his mouth cranked his senses up a notch – soft lips against his, with the harshness of their breathing and the silk of her skin under his fingertips. The TV played on in the background with high pitched noises and music; like he gave a damn about what was happening now. They shift; her hands sliding onto his t-shirt to yank him closer with firm hands. It made him dizzy, how tight she held him. Like she didn't want him anywhere other than here.

Her eyes darkened at Hiccup pulling away to catch his breath from his fervent adoration of her lips. Following his tilting head, she swung herself up onto his lap; allowing him to briefly adjust his weight to accommodate the offshoot balance from his leg. His lip was nipped with sharp teeth at his disobedience of trying to move away; making him still and stay like she'd barked a verbal command. He was rewarded with the pressure of her full weight on his lap; firmly placing herself into his space without a second thought.

Hiccup breathed through his uneasiness. Perhaps she sensed his faint uncertainty – not at her, but the newness of the situation – and she began gentle stroking up and down his chest. The calming motions seeped into his body and soothed the emotional nervousness he was wringing his brain through – this was okay. His lips curved upwards to smile into the kiss.

Hiccup's content smiling made Astrid slow down; taking stock of their situation. What started as a casual hug had melted into the borders of inappropriate fondling; given the closeness of their bodies and the stiffness under her thigh. She had felt his tension the more they pressed closer. Eagerness does not completely win out over inexperience and emotional anxiety – but damn was it hard to remember that when she could taste him on her tongue and feel how much she affected him. Even now she dipped her hand to run an experimental brush over his crotch; her own need for contact overwhelming the faint conscience of responsibility. He inhaled sharply at the touch and stilled.

Drawing away, she locked eyes with Hiccup as she continued to dart her fingers, eye to eye with green orbs that had pupils blown wide. His tongue came out and swept past his lips to moisten them as he panted his equal unease and excitement.

Astrid wasn't sure why she felt this desperate. Her craving for control, normally stemmed by organising things and situations, had warped into a pulsing need to mark and dominate. Her actions commenced before she could reign them in; leading her lips down to place them surely over Hiccup's neck in a grip of teeth. He jumped at the sudden movement but stayed still otherwise. Buoyed by his compliance, a sensation of satisfaction crept through her. Yes.

It was like being drunk. But no nausea followed her movements; no sick feeling of liquid sloshing in a heavy stomach. This dizziness was from the pure knowledge that Hiccup's current predicament was because of her. He wanted her. Yet didn't push the boundaries; inexperience mingled pleasantly with manners. It made her heady to have this sort of control – every action was dictated by her. She was in command.

Such trust caused her to move and bite simultaneously. Once light touches changed at the transfer of weight to a heavier sort of adoration; finding his pleasure and making him sure of what she had planned. His reaction to her bite pleased her immensely – locked muscles with a shaky exhale of breath that ended abruptly on a whine at her increased pressure. Her lips soothed the bite and her tongue followed the saltiness up his hot neck to his ear, where she murmured even as her hand fiddled languidly with his zip.

"This okay?"

An infinitesimal nod of the head was all the answer she received, but it was enough. Consent to do as she wished was really consent from Hiccup for her to show him what she wanted. This wasn't how she and Jake had gone – strictly on the bed and with uniform precision. But she wasn't seventeen anymore – nor was Hiccup a child to be coddled. He deserved to know her inner thoughts; why she stayed up late panting into the dark. It was his goddamn eyes, even now wide with anticipation, that made up her mind.

She followed through to take him in hand; revelling at the choked exhale of breath at her confident touch. His skin was velvety soft and dry. Open mouthed wonder took her all in; adoration, arousal and disbelief. He grunted her name under his breath and tentatively reached to her top; sliding his hand up with shaky determination. She allowed the touch, already moaning softly at his eager hand slipping under her bra to feel her breast.

She changed her tune. Releasing him, she lifted her hand to wipe her tongue slickly across her palm. His eyes caught the movement. They almost glowed in the dark and fed off her own arousal; which was mounting at every twitch of his fingers. Pinpoints of sharp pleasure sparked at the pinching movements of his forefinger and thumb. Her own control was slipping; sliding down where her hand lay forgotten by her side. His eyes kept following her hand. A shiver trembled through her at the dark look behind the green.

Breath catching in her throat, she resumed her purposeful stroking and pushed at her skirt. She was breathless with want at his hardening touches; and encouraged him with small pants at his joining hands to her chest.

A helpless groan escaped his lips at not just her jerking hand, but at the other forgotten palm. Aware of that burning gaze and finding it bolstered her confidence, she slid right between her skirt and finally allowed her fingers to find the slickness within. He followed her moan into her mouth and chased it with his tongue; sliding against hers and turning her into mush. One hand left her breast to shove eagerly between her legs. Even through a layer of fabric, his fingers found hers and joined in her circling dance; adding motions of pressure hard enough to spark off pleasured sensations deep within her. His other also left to grip around her hand on his shaft and jerk faster; squeaked pants bleeding into rumbled groans as they both found their pleasure and kept at it.

A sudden jerked movement halted her hand. Hiccup froze; face convulsing into an open mouthed look of shut eyed bliss. His head tilted back to display his tanned neck, even as a deep moan was pulled from his chest and resounded in her own core; bringing her up and over that hastening brink at his helpless sound. The intensity of her orgasm surprised her – even now she stuttered her own groans into the mix, unable to control her voice.

His own fingers caught her jerking ones and added to the aftershocks. Their fading noises melted into silence save their harsh breathing, and Astrid's still tingling body. She looked up blearily at Hiccup for signs of regret, or even unease at their mutual satisfaction. But he only cracked an eye open, chest still heaving, and offered her an exhausted smile.

"That...wow."

Unable to help herself, she leant forward and pressed her head to his. Her nose brushed his an an affectionate butterfly kiss, making them shake with gentle amusement at her antics.

He shifted, and she was reminded of their startling coverage of body fluids. Smirking, she withdrew her fingers and jerked her head in the direction of the hall.

"Want a shower?"

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