Keeping the Peace 6

It was late morning when Hiccup woke up, much later than he usually did even after a night with Alvin. His body ached a little more than he was used to but not enough to make him want to lie in bed longer than necessary. It was time to get up, sign the treaty and head home. Same old routine yet Hiccup felt renewed which was probably the only reason he kept returning to Alvin for more.

Stretching, he gave a wide yawn and rolled onto his side and came face to face with Astrid. He inhaled sharply. "Astrid! Astrid…hi, Astrid! What are you doing here?" he asked, inhaling sharply. He went to sit up but hesitated as he quickly double checked his state of dress. Nothing incriminating, good.

Bright blue eyes regarded him for a long time, a hint of worry in their deep depths that always made Hiccup feel so guilty for leaving her for even one night to forget his stress and recharge. A minute passed and then two and then finally she reached out and brushed back his tangled hair. "What happened?" she asked, no accusation in her voice.

Confusion filled him as he met her gaze and then followed it down to his bandaged wrists. His confusion grew and he foolishly tried to remember what happened the night before but it was all a blank. Everything from when he and Toothless landed was a blur. He had joked around with Viggo and talked a bit with Alvin before… He couldn't remember. He stared at the wrappings with growing worry and slowly began to unwind one, fearing what he might find. Doing so lying down wasn't easy and he got onto his knees, ignoring the sharp pain that went from his buttock straight up his spine. He winced but that was all he showed outwardly, inside he was really starting to wonder just what happened the night before. It had been well over a year since he felt this bad after a night with Alvin. He didn't ask then what happened and he wasn't about to now.

A sigh of relief escaped him when all he found was a small ring of bruising barely dark enough to think of as serious enough to cover up. So why was it?

A deep exhale caught his attention and he glanced at Astrid and her look of relief and it hit him that she had been terrified only moments ago but was hiding it very, very well.

"Wha…" he began before adding it up in his head. "You…you thought I… You thought I might have hurt myself?"

The relief never left her eyes but she did frown slightly. "You've been under a lot of stress and Dagur said you took off. Bertha even said you weren't yourself so when I saw your arms bandaged I thought maybe…"

"I would never cut my wrists no matter how stressed I am," he assured, angry that she would even think so little of him. They had known each other all their lives and just because he was struggling with his new duties as chief didn't mean he would try to end his life.

She reached out for him but he pulled away, insulted by the mere notion.

"I told her she was overreacting," grumbled a deep, annoyed voice from the other side of his bed.

Hiccup glanced over his shoulder at Dagur leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest, his green eyes regarding Hiccup with a mix of anger and maybe a little hurt, a pretty normal series of expressions for the Berserker chieftain. Dagur was always either mad or upset about something.

"What are you doing here?" Hiccup demanded but there was no real heat in his voice only fatigue.

Dagur only glared at him.

"That's Dagur for sorry," Astrid said with a hint of annoyance as she gave Dagur a look that clearly said "grow up". "And he was worried about you."

Hiccup rolled his eyes and got out of bed, wincing again as a sharp pain raised up his spine. Okay, things must have gotten rough last night. If it did he was sort of glade not to remember any of it and was thankful to have trousers on. Thor only knew what his legs looked like. "Look you're both worrying too much. I'm fine." He did a quick glance of himself in hopes of finding no more marks that might indicate what happened the night before, unfortunately Astrid found another bruise along his tailbone. "Viggo and I were sparing for a bit," he tried to explain, pulling away as she tried to examine his back. "I'm fine. Astrid, stop…it was just a little whack with the blunt side of a sword, nothing more. Toothless was playing with us and…Toothless? Where's Toothless?" He looked around in surprise. Toothless wasn't asleep on his slab.

"Why do you think I'm so worried," Astrid countered. "When we got here Viggo was pacing in front of the dragon pens. Toothless is in one, unconscious. Viggo says he's been like that since yesterday late afternoon and that you passed out as well. Don't you remember anything?"

He shook his head unsure how to answer or if he even could. He looked back at his wrists. Something had happened, something that wasn't part of his and Alvin's agreement. He met Astrid's gaze. "Take me to him," he said a little sterner than he meant but he was no longer worried about himself, he was worried about his best friend. He grabbed his prosthetic from the side of his bed and quickly attaching it. Not waiting for an answer he headed for the door, only grabbing his tunic along the way. He had gotten used to walking the smooth rock floor bare foot but wasn't surprised when Astrid caught up to him and urged him to put on his boot as she carried his armor, obviously anxious to leave Outcast Island as soon as possible. She didn't trust Alvin as far as she could throw him and didn't like Hiccup spending any time alone with the man.

The passage to the underground dragon pens were easy to get to. Hiccup had been there many times to help injured dragons and teach Outcasts how to probably handle them. He didn't train the dragons for Alvin so much as calm them down…and sometimes set them free when Alvin wasn't looking. Of course there were some like the Whispering Deaths and Changewings that hung around for Odin only knew what reason.

There was one pen that was always left empty. Alvin jokingly called it Hiccup's pen since it was where he was locked up years ago after being captured. Only one dragon was ever placed there only because Viggo had gone out of his way to make it more of a make shift nest than a cage. The bars had been removed to allow Toothless to come and go as he pleased without disturbing the other dragons. Hiccup almost felt bad for hitting Viggo over the head with his prosthetic when they first met all those years ago.

The Outcast was sitting on the floor against the opening to the pen looking worn and anxious which was never a good look on his friend.

"Viggo," Hiccup called in worry as he ran up to him. "What's wrong? Is Toothless…"

Viggo looked up and relief brought a bright smile to his face. "Hiccup! Aren't you a sight for sore eyes, half pint."

Hiccup bit back a retort and let Viggo clap him across the back before giving him a one arm squeeze and pressing his forehead to Hiccup's in a gesture that were all their own. When Viggo first did it Hiccup had nearly panicked, not used to such affection from a former enemy – Alvin wasn't so public about his affections – but Viggo was used to kids, had a baby sister even, and it was a big brother thing which he felt Hiccup deserved since he was an only child with no one to really look up to as a big brother, Toothless excluded.

"Hey," Hiccup answered, pressing his forehead to Viggo's in response. Pulling away he looked up. "What happened? What's wrong with Toothless?"

"I don't know. You two landed like usually. You went with Alvin for the treaty signing while I fed Toothless. About ten minutes later he keeled over and a minute or two after that Alvin was carrying you out of the Great Hall saying you had done the same."

"Food poisoning," Dagur growled surprising Viggo.

The older male shook his head. "That's what I thought so I checked Toothless's fish and Hiccup's food. No poison."

Astrid's brows furrowed as she looked at Hiccup. "And you don't remember anything?"

"No…" Now Hiccup was worried. He didn't completely trust Alvin but since their arrangements a few years back the only time he was drugged was just before they did anything and usually by his own hand so that he didn't have to remember what Alvin did to him so it was unlike Alvin to drug him during dinner.

Frightened for Toothless he hurried into the pen. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of Toothless on his side, out cold with his chest rising and falling. "Toothless?" he whispered as he knelt next to his best friend. "Hey bud…wake up."

All he got was a snore in response. He supposed that was a good thing, at least he was breathing fine. By all means he was just sound asleep as if having gone into hibernation. He had done that a few years back just before going through a big growth spurt. He had eaten like a starving dragon seeing food for the first time then slept for nearly a month. Hiccup really hoped this wasn't the case because he really didn't want to spend an entire month on Outcast Island with Alvin. Astrid would discover their secret and never understand. He wasn't even sure he truly understood why he kept coming back.

"Do you think it has anything to do with that stranger?" Viggo asked, coming to stand behind him.

Hiccup paused from rubbing Toothless's large head. "What stranger?" he asked, dread filling him and a glimpse of a memory coming to him.

"The Asian with one arm."

His breath hitched and hands balled into fists. "Drago Bludvist?" he asked, trying to keep his voice calm.

Viggo shrugged. "Alvin never told me his name but whoever he is…he's been hanging around the last couple of days and eying our dragons. He was particularly interested in you and Toothless. I thought Alvin would kick his sorry ass off the island when he showed up, not wait until last night."

Hiccup's heart raced and he looked to Astrid, seeing the same fear in her eyes. He bit his lower lip. This wasn't part of his agreement with Alvin. He looked down at his wrists, his gaze calculating. He needed to talk to Alvin. "Astrid, can you try to wake Toothless up? I need to have a word with Alvin."

"Don't think for a moment you're going by yourself," Dagur growled, stomping up to him like an overgrown protective mama bear…or more precisely Toothless when he knew Hiccup was putting himself in danger.

Hiccup shook off the imagery then shook his head. "Ah…thanks but no thanks. I need to speak to Alvin in private."

"Hiccup…" Astrid sighed, looking him over. "Have you looked at yourself. You have bruises across your back and shoulders and they don't look they're from a fall."

He resisted the urge to look at himself, his wrists were worry enough without seeing the rest of him. "I'm fine. Look, I won't be long. I just need to have a talk with him about Drago and I rather do it without anyone on the verge of tearing up the place."

If looks could kill Astrid and Dagur could take down an army with just one look. But Hiccup had years of experience ignoring the look. He gazed at Toothless, his worry squeezing his chest tightly. He had to get this sorted out. If Drago was there then he would be after Toothless and him and he couldn't risk the woman he loved getting hurt or Dagur getting involved until he knew just how much trouble they were in.

"I'll be back soon," he promised before turning on his heel and heading toward the Great Hall. He hurried down the corridor, taking turn after turn, knowing the tunnels almost like the back of his hand even though he barely remembered most of them. Then he darted into one alcove and waited. Sure enough Dagur stormed past him obviously following him. Hiccup waited until he could no longer hear his steps – which was easy enough since Dagur was a former dragon hunter and was extremely on his feet. As soon as he felt the other chief was far enough away he quietly retraced his steps until he got to the corridor that would take him to Alvin's personal chambers, careful not to let his metal foot click too loudly or scrap against the stone.

Usually when he spent a night with Alvin he awoke in his room as he had this time but sometimes he woke next to Alvin, especially after a particularly wild night that would leave marks, faint but marks nonetheless, across his freckled body. One thing he knew for sure was that if things did get a little out of hand then Alvin would still be asleep for another hour or two.

He didn't bother knocking like he would have back in the day. He walked in and shut the door quietly not wanting the noise to echo through the underground village. "Alvin!" he snapped, stomping through the living space to the back room. "Alvin, where are you?"

It was a stupid question since he knew the answer but sometimes it was fun to make the old man jump. Sure enough Alvin was sprawled out over his large bed snoring loudly.

"HEY!" he yelled in the man's ear, grinning in satisfaction when Alvin gave a yelp and his head jerked up.

"Hiccup?" the Outcast murmured, turning his head to look up at the young man. Dark circles hung under his eyes and it was obvious he'd had little sleep and had been drinking. "You should still be in bed boy. Go back to bed…or better yet climb in, I could use a boney pillow."

"Yeah, we both know what'll happen if I do that. We have guests."

"Oh? The lovely Astrid?"

"Paws off."

Alvin gave a snort and buried his face in his pillow. "I have no interest in her."

"Dagur's here, too."

A muffled groan came from the pillow. "Throw off the nearest cliff or have someone feed him to the Screaming Death."

"I'm sure the dragon has better tastes."

Alvin chuckled at that. "I see you two are still not getting along." He rolled onto his side, completely nude and gazed up at Hiccup. "Did you lock the door?"

The young man rolled his eyes. "Yes."

Alvin hummed as he looked his younger lover over. "What about a morning fuck? No drugs."

"No," Hiccup said firmly, instinctively steeping back. "Things didn't go as planned last night? What happened?"

"Ride me."

"What happened? You promised no marks and according to Astrid I'm littered in bruises."

A small frown tugged at Alvin's lips as he looked Hiccup over. "You mean that hicky? It's barely a mark. I've done worse. It's your ass I'd be worried about."

"Alvin…" Hiccup groan. He really didn't want to know. "So he took the bait?"

"Oh yeah. I did exactly as you asked and made sure the word got out about your peace treaty tour. Or course when you wrote saying you'd be early well…I had to use something special to draw his attention. Sorry if you're limping more than usual." He propped himself up on one arm. "You really were a sight last night. You would make a beautiful painting to hang on my wall. It's a shame you want to be drugged all the time, we had a lot of fun."

"I don't want to hear about it. Being shot by a dart is not fun."

Alvin chuckled and slowly sat up, the thin blanket falling off his lower half to reveal his growing erection. Hiccup always had a way of doing that to him. It didn't help that it was first thing in the morning and his body was just waking up to say hello to the sweet little body it enjoyed being buried in the most. "That wasn't the drug I meant."

Hiccup pointedly looked away from Alvin, not wanting to see the huge cock on display. "Can you cover yourself?"

"No," Alvin purred, watching Hiccup carefully.

"Where's Drago now?" Hiccup asked instead as he folded his arms across his chest and slowly letting his breath out. Maybe he should have let Dagur come with him at least then Alvin might have behaved…maybe not.

"Probably plotting his next move. Most likely thinking of all the nasty things he plans to do to you if he gets his hands on you." The older man tilted his head to one side as he studied Hiccup's lithe form, his armor wide open and undershirt wrinkled. "This is perhaps your worst plan ever, boy."

"Yeah, I'm starting to think so, too."

"Come here."

At first Hiccup didn't move, his thoughts a turmoil. This was supposed to be a plan to capture Drago. He and Toothless were bait to draw the madman to Outcast Island where they had the Screaming Death to help bring the Bewilderbeast down once and for all – Drago had been attacking other islands along the edge of the Archipelago and had to be stopped. He told Alvin to do whatever was necessary to get Drago there and keep him interested even if it meant using his body as a temptation. It made Hiccup feel dirty but he was thankful not to remember much of it. His shoulders bunched as a tremble of remembered pleasure and pain went through his spine.

He inhaled sharply when Alvin's large hands suddenly grasped his hips and gently pulled him forward until he was straddling the older man's lap. "Alvin…" he gasped, splaying his fingers on the man's chest and pushing but Alvin always did have a firm grip and never let go unless he wanted to.

"I won't let him take you or Toothless," Alvin promised, his hands sliding across Hiccup's back and chest. "I swore to your father I would protect you and I promised myself no man would ever take you from me. I have no problem sharing now and then but you belong to me." He took Hiccup chin between his thumb and forefinger. "You understand that, don't you? The only other allowed to have you all to them self is Astrid but that's only because you need an heir and I can't give that to you."

Hiccup shook his head. "Alvin…I don't want this," he said gently.

"Yet you keep coming back. Admit it, Hiccup. You want this. You want me and you want what I can do to your body because no one else can make you feel this way." He brushed his lips across Hiccup's jaw and gently nosed his cheek then moved down, nipping at his chin and kissing Hiccup's adam's apple, one of his little turn ons that caused the young man's head to fall back to give the older man better access.

"Alvin…" Hiccup breathed, closing his eyes. He could feel Alvin's cock hard against his belly. "Astrid…"

"Afraid she'd see you for who you really are? What a delicious danger this poses, hmm?" Alvin hummed against the tender flesh, placing a kiss on it. "You want me to help you end Drago then this is the cost. No drugs, no tampering with your memories, just you and me as it's always been meant to be. Then together we'll avenge you father and make certain no one else suffers at that madman's hands."

"No more marks," Hiccup whimpered, feeling his length hardening. Damn it! Alvin knew his body far too well and it was still over sensitive from the night before, the double dose of the potion still coursing through him even hours later.

Alvin rolled him onto the bed and expertly got rid of the armor and trousers. He moved slowly down Hiccup's body peppering his young lover in kisses before burying his face between long legs. Alvin was positive the only muscles the boy truly had were in his legs, they were tone and strong and wrapped around Alvin's shoulders as if that was where they belonged and they did. The Outcast chief went done on him, licking and lapping at the dark pink flesh, pulling to foreskin back and teasing the slit. He delved the tip of his tongue inside, savoring the pre-cum that beaded there. Hiccup's hips jerked forward and Alvin took that as cue to suck the entire length into his mouth and swallow it deep into his throat. Hiccup cried out beneath him before slapping a hand over his mouth and biting into his fist. Now that wouldn't do, Astrid would notice the bite marks immediately. She was a clever girl, nearly as clever as their Hiccup. Alvin reached up and grabbed both Hiccup's hands, pinning them to his sides as the older chief bobbed his head and sucked the youth, coaxing him to full hardness before running his sharp teeth along the underside and over the big fat vein. Hiccup let out a loud long cry, his back arching as his first orgasm rocketed over him.

Alvin had no fear of anyone hearing them. His room was soundproof, designed for such loud bedmates. He licked his lips as he let Hiccup's now limp cock fall out of his mouth with a plop. Getting to his knees he adjusted Hiccup so that the youth was balanced on his shoulders and upper back, his tight little ass positioned in the best angle for a good deep fuck. It took only a few seconds to find the lube that had been left on the bed from the night before. He gave his manhood a generous amount and rubbed the excess into Hiccup's tight ring. Then, holding Hiccup's hips tightly, he pushed past the tight ring. Oh the whorish sounds of that spilled from the boy's mouth were nearly enough to make Alvin cum. He secretly wanted Astrid to hear him and walk in. He wanted to see her reaction to Hiccup willingly being fucked by his former enemy. Taking Hiccup's hands once more he held them on either side of the youth's head.

"Look at me," Alvin commanded, grinning when Hiccup met his gaze. "Tell me how you want it."

"Hard," Hiccup breathed.

Alvin chuckled darkly. "You always were one for punishment." He slapped his hips hard against Hiccup's making the boy arch.

Hiccup gasped and mewed. "Harder…deeper…"

"This is why I like you so much, Hiccup. You know how to get fucked." He plowed into Hiccup, his hips slapping against the young chief's. He rotated his hips, rocked back and forth as he searched and found his lover's prostrate, rubbing it and tormenting it until Hiccup was keening for released. Alvin denied him. He grasped the younger man's hard length and held it tight at the base until his own orgasm forced his load deep inside Hiccup. He pumped his hips until his empty them slowly lowered Hiccup and moved back down between his legs. Hiccup came a second time in his mouth, shooting his seed down his throat and Alvin savored that wonderful taste that was all Hiccup's own. When the youth relaxed Alvin lifted his rear and sucked out the cum in his ass, leaving no evidence of what they had just done other than the sweat that clung to that lovely body. He had to leave something to mark his boy and if he couldn't mark the body in bites and bruises then sweat would have to do.

They lay together on the bed, Alvin idly rubbing Hiccup's boney hip as the Hooligan chief caught his breath. "So how to you propose we draw Drago back? Perhaps tie you naked to a tree with a sign over you buttocks with 'Dragon Master enter here'?"

"You're an ass," Hiccup muttered, too tired to come up with a witty response.

"I much prefer yours. Now get dressed and let's find our other bedmate. Although the idea of sending you wandering around the island buck naked does have some merit."

"Fuck you."

Alvin grinned and nipped his ear. "Once you can walk straight again," he teased. If Drago wasn't there or Astrid and Dagur he would keep Hiccup in bed all day and ravish him until he couldn't walk but alas they had work to do. But now that Hiccup didn't seem so afraid of charging into his room whenever he felt like it…well there were consequences to invading one's private space and Hiccup's ass would pay the price each time.