Keeping the Peace 5
The cool morning air nipped at Dagur's nose as he and Deathstrike, his Skrill, sped toward Berk. He shouldn't have let Hiccup leave the way he did two days away. He should have swallowed his pride and apologize for being so cruel toward Toothless, not that he really did anything wrong to the Nightfury but to sooth Hiccup and keep their friendship. He had worked hard to change his ways and make friends with the young Hooligan in hopes of becoming brothers in arms. Now he had screwed up and rather than spending quality time hunting before Hiccup went off to sign the nest treaty Dagur had all but chased him off the island. In fact he pretty much did chase Hiccup off the island. Somehow he had to make it up to him and keep the peace between their tribes, not that Dagur was opposed to war, he thrived in it, but because he didn't want it to be against his brother.
They silently landed behind the Hooligan chief's hut in the dark of the early morning. As chief Hiccup would already be up and preparing for his rounds much as Dagur would be and sure enough there was smoke coming from the chimney. Dagur made a hand gesture to Deathstrike instructing him to stay while he went to the hut. He and Hiccup needed to sit down and talk this out once and for all.
Pounding on the door he waited as patiently as he could, his foot tapping on the stone step. He hated this. He should just barge in there, tell Hiccup what he thought, and be done with it. He folded his arms across his chest. This was stupid. Hiccup was being a baby about the whole situation. As if running off was any sort of solution. If Hiccup was mad at him they should have taken it to the ring, had a few rounds and laugh it off as their broken bones were wrapped. That's how he dealt with disagreements with other chiefs. Or they could have taken it to the skies and let their dragons battle it out. It was the Viking away.
Those thoughts melted away as the door finally opened and a smile replaced his scowl…until he discovered it wasn't Hiccup opening the door but his wife, Astrid. The woman looked half asleep but her blue eyes narrowed the moment she saw Dagur.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded, holding the door half closed but Dagur could see that the house was dark. She was the only one up.
"Where is he?" he asked or rather demanded, pushing the door open with ease. He waited a moment expecting Toothless to pound out of the loft and pin him but there was no sound of scrapping talons or low growls and definitely no sleepy cussing from Hiccup.
"Who?" Astrid retorted, too tired to play guessing games since Dagur knew very well where Hiccup was or so she thought.
"Hiccup, he should be here by now," the Berserker growled, stomping up to the loft to be certain the terrible dup weren't asleep.
Astrid stormed after him. "Isn't he supposed to be on Berserk?" she countered, reaching for her axe as she passed it, ready to drive it into Dagur's back should he try anything.
Dagur stared at the empty bed then the empty slap of rock across the room that served as Toothless's nest. "They're not here," he breathed, his stomach knotting in worry. This wasn't right, this wasn't right at all.
"No, they're not due back until the end of the week," the blonde reminded him. "He should be heading to Bog-Burglar Island today. Why? Why aren't they with you?" She sighed and threw her axe on Hiccup's desk. "What happened? You two get into another argument? You know I get that you're trying to be a good person and get on Hiccup's good side but I swear you two fight more now than when we were at war."
He opened his mouth to argue but quickly shut it. He hadn't when she was right and he was trying hard to control his temper. "He took off two days ago."
That didn't seem to surprise or bother Astrid. She knew his schedule like the back of her hand. "Then he's probably with Bertha and Camicazi. Or not, Bertha's been a little smothering since Stoick's death."
Dagur shook his head. "I went there. Cami said he took off yesterday morning after breakfast."
"Oh. Did you try Outcast Island?" She hated when Hiccup went to Outcast Island alone. Yes, he had Toothless but every protective instinct in her went crazy waiting for him to come home safe. Usually he was in a better mood and smiling more, something he didn't do enough of since Stoick's passing. Of course he had made a few friends amongst the Outcasts and enjoyed spending time with Viggo and talking about dragons.
The Berserker's shoulders tensed. "No…I haven't gone there. I was hoping he'd be here."
She shrugged. "Well he's not, neither of them are. Whatever happened he's probably going to stay there a day or two until he calms down. Since the war ended Alvin dotes on him and Tooth."
"If that's what you call it," Dagur grumbled, finally turning to look at her. His shoulders fell, distraught that Hiccup wasn't there. When did he start feeling this need to keep Hiccup tucked by his side where he could protect the younger man? He hated the simple thought of his Hiccup being anywhere near Alvin the Treacherous. He gave a sigh and started heading back downstairs, unsure what to do. If he went to Outcast Island he was threatening the treaty Hiccup had worked so hard to keep the Outcasts and Berserkers from going back to war.
Astrid watched him finding it very odd to see Dagur so solemn and deep in thought. It wasn't Dagur unless he was angry. "What is it?" she asked, starting to get worried when he was silent for a full five minutes without so much as drawing a weapon.
He linked, as if forgetting where he was then looked at her again. "I think he's in trouble."
She studied him for a moment or two before nodding, one of the few to take him seriously when he got like this. "Alright, then let's go check on him and Toothless."
His eyes brightened and a small smile tugged at his lips at the fact that she actually believed him. Only Hiccup ever listened to him and took what he said seriously. Only Hiccup ever believed in him and for that Dagur would do his best to prove he was worthy of being his brother.
. . .
As always Hiccup seemed more at ease after a good fuck and this time was no different. He lay on his stomach on Alvin's bed in a light sleep. Alvin admired him as he did every did after every session wondering over his luck at having such a wonderful companion even if it was only for short periods of time. Normally it took a lot of coaxing to get Hiccup to take the drug that would make him relax and do as Alvin wanted but it was never forced upon him until today. Alvin felt a little guilty about it, a little but mostly he felt a rare thrill racing through him like when he first captured Hiccup years ago and tried to force him to train his dragons or when he took Hiccup's virginity and made him his. But from time to time Hiccup came to him, especially after Stoick died.
His heart never broke so much as the day Hiccup came to him a few weeks after Stoick's passing to tell him the news. At first the youth had appeared okay, a little distraught but otherwise handling it and he left shortly afterwards. No dinner or mead, no celebration of Stoick's life, he just came and went. It was another week or so before he showed up in the middle of the night, a shimmer of tears in his eyes, a tremble to his lips and in no way looked like the confident young man Alvin had come to know. This one was a completely knew side of Hiccup that Alvin had never seen before and hoped in many ways never to see again.
They had retreated to Alvin's chambers, not to engage in any extra-curricular activities but for Hiccup to vent and rage and let out all his anger and fears out of sight of his own people, his beloved fiancé or mother whom he was just getting to know and feared to turn to. He was even hiding from Gobber, the man who helped raised him and was like a second father.
"I just…I just need to forget," Hiccup said as he pulled at his hair and paced the room. He would smooth it out a moment later only to do it again as his frustration got to him. "Everyone is like 'Hiccup, what do we do?', 'Hiccup, that's not how Stoick would have done it.', 'Hiccup…Hiccup…Hiccup!' I can't do this. I'm not a chief. I was never meant to be chief. I told Dad to find someone more suitable. Spitelout could have led for a few years until…until I ready. I can't do this."
The fact that Hiccup was admitting this to Alvin of all people showed just how much stress he was under. As former enemies it was dangerous for one chief to confide in another such things as it could be used against them but Hiccup didn't seem to care at the moment.
"Hiccup…" Alvin drawled, feeling for the boy. He sighed and sat back in his arm chair as the boy kept pacing, not really listening to him. "Ah…this takes me back. You have the same slump he did when he did this whole pacing bit after becoming chief."
"Who?" Hiccup snapped before flushing and continuing his pacing.
Yep, just like his old man. "Stoick. He used to pace like that and say just about everything you just did about how his father was wrong for choosing him as the next chief everyone having to rely on him for everything. You sound just like him. Thing is Hiccup, there's nothing you can do. You have to work through the pain and the challenges and if anyone can do it, it's you."
The boy stopped pacing and looked up him. It must have been days since he last slept.
"What do you want, Hiccup?" Alvin purred, seeing a familiar look in his tired green eyes from their time in Rome.
Hiccup opened his mouth then closed it, opened and closed, opened and closed but nothing came out. He worried his lower lip for a moment before taking a deep breath and trying again. I want to forget…just for one night. I want to forget he's gone and that I'm chief and just feel something other than pain. I want to be able to sleep and feel good when I wake up."
Alvin leaned forward. It was on the tip of the boy's lips and he was fighting it. "Say it, Hiccup. Say it and I'll do whatever you ask."
A pained look filled Hiccup's face and a small line of tears escaped the corner of his eyes. "I want you to make it go away. I want you to make me forget."
"Me or the drug?"
A sad mournful sound came Hiccup that sounded more like a wounded dragon than human and Toothless curled up in the corner of the room looked up in worry. "Both," he finally whispered so softly Alvin almost didn't hear him.
It was the best sex they ever had. Despite the drug Hiccup took charge, his will directing their every movement and he rode Alvin hard making them both cum multiple times. For once the boy managed to exhaust Alvin and afterwards they lay curled up together, Hiccup spending the entire night in his bed and as promised when he woke he remembered nothing of the night before, his stress was gone and he was chirper and almost back to the same carefree young man with a love for dragons Alvin had met and fought years ago. Alvin had tried many times to recreate that night with no success, although a threesome with Drago seemed to improve Hiccup attitude a little. Of course the faint bruising appearing on Hiccup's wrists, hips and between his legs might need a little explaining. Normally there were no marks left on Hiccup to attest to their activities, Alvin wore them all but Drago seemed intent on punishing Hiccup for whatever past crimes he felt the boy committed.
That wasn't going to suit well with Hiccup. They had a no evidence rule and right his body was a road map of their activities. All well, that's what clothes were for and Hiccup was sure to come up with some story for Astrid to believe otherwise they would not have been able to do this for as many years as they have.
It was still early and the drug was still coursing heavily through Hiccup's body, after all he did receive a double dose this time and was bound to be compliant for several more hours. No need to waste such a lovely gift.
He slid a large hand up Hiccup's bad leg from stump to buttocks electing a delight moan from his young lover. "You've been a naughty boy, Hiccup," he purred as he slid his fingers down the boy's crack to his swollen entrance. "Fitting two huge cocks up such a tight little ass at the same time. What would Astrid say?" Pushing one fat finger in his marvelled over how quickly the muscles tightened and hugged that one digit when not so long ago two much larger objects were thrusting in and out of the tight opening. "I bet she would love to see your ass filled." He pulled out his finger and gave the round globe a slap. He knew just the right amount a pressure to use to make Hiccup wiggle in just the right way.
The youth rolled onto his side and gave him a look of pure lust, evidence of the drug's effects.
"Good boy," Alvin drawled as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Now lad, it's just you and me. How about you make me nice and hard then climb in my lap where you belong." He ran his fingers along Hiccup's cheek before guiding forward, not that Hiccup needed any encouragement in this state.
Hiccup didn't just suck cock, he made love to cock, rubbing his face against it and kissing and licking the tip, nipping at Alvin's testicles and rolling them in his mouth before finally, already hard and leaking precum, he took Alvin's entire length deep in his throat. His head bobbed slowly, cheeks hollowing with each deep suck.
Alvin leaned back against the headboard and watched the youth with hooded eyes. As much fun as it was to watch the boy get fucked up the ass by another man while he was doing this – and Drago wasn't the first Alvin had shared him with without Hiccup's knowledge, there was a particular funny incident with Norbert the Nutjob and Magaon the Meathead about a year or back where the three of them tried fucking Hiccup all at once (never ever do again, he reminded himself) – but nothing compared to his time alone with the young chief and having him between his legs like this. Over the years Hiccup had gotten good at giving head, an expert really. Alvin felt himself cumming and Hiccup greedily sucked away at it as if the finest chocolate from the mainland. Alvin couldn't help but shoot a thick ropey load down Hiccup's throat before grabbing the boy by his hair and yanking his head back, a sick grin twisting his lips as his juices sprayed over Hiccup's face. He hauled the youth onto his lap and kissed his deeply, lapping up some of the cum before placing a tender kiss on his shoulder.
"Ride me, Hiccup. Ride me hard like you do that dragon of yours," he growled in Hiccup's ear. "Scream my name."
There was a challenge in Hiccup's eyes as his gaze met Alvin's and sometimes Alvin was sure Hiccup knew exactly what he was doing when he gave him that look. It was so sultry and sexy, a hint of challenge, like old rivals battling for dominance and in a way that was what they were. Old rivals battling to top the other except Alvin greatly enjoyed when Hiccup rode him and was more than happy to give up control to the wiry youth.
Hiccup got up on his knees, his bad leg quivering only slightly without a foot to balance him, and slowly sank down on Alvin thick length until it fully impaled him. He made lusty little noises that served to turn Alvin on even more. Hiccup knew what to do, his nibble hands roamed Alvin's vast chest, tweaking nipples before shoving Alvin's tangled beard aside to kiss one then nip it and finally suckling like a needy infant, his sharp teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. He bit hard, electing a cry from Alvin and leaving a perfect impression of his teeth.
"Yes! Harder, boy. Draw blood," he urged as he thrust his hips up to Hiccup's. He moaned in delight when Hiccup moved to his other nipple and bit twice as hard, breaking flesh and marking Alvin. He yanked Hiccup's head up again and ravished his lips, kissing so hard he was sure to bruise the boy's lips. Nonetheless he rained kisses over the boy's swan like throat and collarbone, nipped narrow shoulder and bit biceps that were tone but not big and muscly as most Vikings. Hiccup's lithe form was what he enjoyed most about the boy. Hiccup rocked on his length while Alvin rotated his hips and thrust repeatedly when Hiccup's inner muscles rippled around him on the edge of orgasm. They were close, so close.
"Alvin!" Hiccup cried, his voice quivering and taking on a very high nasally pitch.
Alvin grasped his hips and thrust harder. "Louder," he growled, nipping his chin. "Scream it."
"Uh…ngh…oh Gods!"
"Scream it, Hiccup. Scream my name or I'll fist you in front of Astrid so hard your entire tribe will know how much you love my cock."
He whimpered. Another rule was that no one, especially Astrid, was to know what they were doing. "Alvin…"
Alvin rammed him hard, hitting the prostrate straight on, no longer teasing it. He hit it again and again, alternating from gentle to hard, faster and faster and Hiccup matched his pace, slamming down on that hard cock repeatedly. The young chief's fingers dug into Alvin's back and his blunt nails clawed at his hard flesh, drying blood and sure to leave marks but he was as stubborn as his father and held back his screams until he could take it no more.
"ALVIN!" he screamed, his back arching as he came all over Alvin's stomach. He repeated the man's name over and over again as he rode out his orgasm.
A few moments later Alvin came as well. He crushed Hiccup to his chest as he filled the boy with his seed. They both trembles in fatigue as their orgasms rolled over them until finally Alvin slumped back against the headboard once more with Hiccup against his chest, the young chief idly twisting a finger through his beard until his eyes closed and he fell asleep. Alvin held him tightly and allowed himself a few hours rest with the boy in his arms before cleaning him and taking him to the guest chambers to get a proper night's sleep.