Hi everybody. Just wanted to say I saw httyd 2. It... I suppose it was good... but something happened in the movie that severely contradicts my story, so I was a bit disappointed by that... maybe I will expand upon what happens after the movie when I get past Astrid and Hiccup's honeymoon and apply a more canon setting, but until then... enjoy the rest of this current one.

Astrid's day had certainly gone from uncomfortable to rather enjoyable. First she recieved some valuable wisdom from Valka, and then was greeted with a very pleasant sight when she showed up at the forge.

Hiccup was working with one of his little inventions, covered in a thin sheen from sweat that trickled down from his damp hair and along his face and neck, almost enough to drip off his chin. His muscles were clearly defined through his shirt, now several shades darker from his perspiration, his shoulders and shoulder blades flexing as he held his focused gaze on his craft.

Astrid wouldnt have minded holding a focused gaze on him for a while, but he turned just in time to see her out the door. He smiled at her before returning his eyes on his mechanism, "Hey there, milady. Still the first place dragon racer?"

She snorted, "You know it, babe." She couldnt help but keep her eyes glued to that absolutely lickable bead of sweat sliding down his cheekbone as she walked into the forge, and was blasted by a rush of hot air.

No wonder why he was so sexy... sweaty. Shut up readers, she knows what she meant.

She was already beginning to break a sweat herself from the intense warmth. "Is it always this hot in here?" She asked desperately, shrugging off her thick fur hood and setting it down on a bench against the wall.

Hiccup laughed, wiping across his forehead with his sleeve, "Gobber had me test out some new fuel for the forge. I used it to melt some rocks. Apparently its got more spice than I thought."

"Rocks? What did you make?" She slid off her gloves and armored skirt, and set them over her cape. She looked around the room curiously and spotted some drawings she hadnt seen before pinned to the wall in front of him.

"Its uh... the last of the things for you."

"Oh, okay," she took a good look at his granite rear and flexing shoulders before standing next to him, examining the sketches.

Hiccup was surprised he hadn't noticed it before, but then again, he only looked at her for a second when she arrived. But as she took her place next to him, he couldn't help but notice how her chest seemed to stand out more. Did they get bigger? In one day? How in the...

His attention jumped as Astrid snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Huh?" He asked awkwardly, widened eyes locking with Astrid's angry ones.

She smiled deviously at the embarrassed look on his face. "I wanted to know what you made for me."

"Oh, right, uh... one second." He sped into the back room of the forge, making Astrid's eyes return to one interesting looking drawing near the upper part of the little collection.

The timing couldnt be more excellent. Just as he walked back into the front room, she had curiously reached up, bending over the desk against the wall to snatch the paper from the wall. Hiccup's eyes, as male as they were, drew like magnets to the round curves of her hips and rear. Her shirt rode up just enough to show the perfect tease of her lower back, creamy white only partially shadowed by the hem. He could feel his pants tighten noticing the flesh under the trousers jiggle slightly when she stood on her toes to grab the paper.

He was staring at her distracting assets with so much attention he didnt even see her turn her head towards him, "Hiccup,"

His eyes snapped back upwards, "Huh?"

She glared sternly at his blushing face , "I asked if these were new."

"Oh, yeah. Just new things for uh... various uses." He held a small bag out to her and smiled nervously hoping she wouldnt notice the half awake mass in his pants.

Putting down the paper, she turned to face him fully and took the bag, taking a peek inside. The lighting proved to be an issue, so she reached into it for one of the objects.

"Wait," He stood close to her and whispered, "You may wanna open that at home... in your room..."

"Why?" She felt around the bag, and grasped something long, hard, smooth with a rounded tip...

Cylindrical...

Her face burned and she felt the temperature in the room noticeably rise, "Oh...thats why."

He smiled sheepishly, "I did say I would make something to help you... you know, train, didn't I?"

"Yeah, you did. Thank you," their eyes locked for a moment, their distance seeming not close enough. Astrid set the bag down on the table behind her quickly, grasping his mostly soaked collar with her free hand and yanking him down to her level. Their lips seemed to mold into each other, like a sword and sheathe,, as if they were made just for this act with each other. Permission to access each others mouths wasn't even necessary, as at this point it was more like a necessity to mix salivas with each other when they had one of their private kissing sessions. Astrid hummed at his delightful smell of charcoal and sweat, one of the odors that at this point, now constantly associated with his focused, determined face and lean body, made both sets of her lips begin to drool.

She whined irritably when as soon as she locked one arm around his neck to pull him closer, he broke the kiss. "Careful, Im really sweaty."

"I noticed," She muttered huskily, "And I don't care." She was about to mash her lips back into his, when her eyes caught something... large... down below... that made her beam back into his eyes in the most arousing way he had ever seen from her.

"I just realized I dont have anything to pay you with," she whispered into his ear.

He nibbled her neck, scoring a gentle whimper from her, and whispered back, "Thats okay. Consider those a gift. Besides, this right here is more than enough."

She gingerly pushed him away a bit, but kept him within her grasp, "I dont think so. Surely you must want something in return for such... craftmanship"

He squirmed a little at the question, "Well, if you insist... I uh..."

"Yes?" She encouraged with a coy grin.

"I... really liked what you were telling me yesterday, about my... size advantage..."

"You mean your third arm?"

"Yeah... that... could you..."

"Boost your ego? Hmm, I dont know... Your head is already pretty huge as it is."

He deflated. "Th-thats ok. Im sure I can think of someth..."

"But in comparison, your third arm really seems to be the thing you must actually think with."

His eyes widened, and he could feel his pants get even tighter. And Astrid, with where her eyes were looking right now, definitely noticed the creature react. Her eyes widened, "Oh, my. Youre getting off on this, arent you?" She knew he was. The teasing tone in her voice made that obvious.

And the way one of her hands had gone down to make gentle strokes along his hip made it obvious to himshe was interested in more than making out. He looked at her desperately, his erection beginning to strain in his pants, "Maybe a little?"

Her eyes came back to his, and that smile was just evil. "Oh really? What do you like about it?"

He was utterly toungue tied, distracted by the loss of blood to his lower brain, who was now fighting to break free from his pants, and the distracting maneuver of her hand, who was slowly getting closer to petting his beast. "I uh..."

She leaned in, ghosting a few kisses on his neck, "Go on, tell me."

He laughed weakly, "Right, because its so easy to think right now, Astrid..."

"Should we stop?"

He hesitated, "I really dont want to... but we are in the forge and we arent even engaged yet."

He was right. What they were doing now woulld already get them in a load of trouble. She sighed, disappointed, but then her face almost instantly rejuvenated. She took his hands and tugged him along into the back room. "Then its good we arent having sex. Just training."

He pondered that option for a moment, before nodding, "Training, huh? I guess I could work with that. If we stay quiet in here."

"Good," she said with a gloating smile, "Now, I bet you would be able to think better if you shed some layers, relieve some heat," she lifted up the hem of his shirt and let her nimble fingers begin loosing his belt, "lets start here." He reached down to help her, but her forearm gently tapped his hands away, "I got it," she told him, before getting down onto her knees to be level with her objective. Biting her lip eagerly, she grasped the hem of his pants on each side of his hips.

She hooked her thumbs in, and began to peel the damp fabric down his body, admiring the shine the skin of his hips gave off as more and more of it was revealed. Her prize was slowly unveiled, revealing him one inch at a time, the meat straining against its forced downward pointed position. Finally, his pants fell low enough, and the dragon sprang upward, surprising Astrid with a gentle slap to the chin. Hiccup quickly mumbled an apology, but she was not paying attention, instead giving an approving stare at his pride, now standing like a mast of a ship, perpendicular to his body.

Her eyes marveled over his massive arousal, standing out from his pelvis proudly at almost eight inches long, evolved from its flaccid six. The girth was even more impressive, rivaling her own upper arm. Even his gonads were huge, looking like they came right off an oxen. "Odin's beard, Hiccup," she muttered out loud, shocked that she had never noticed this before, despite all of their very heated encounters at each others houses, on the islands he discovered, the cove...

The very forge where she was currently admiring his huge tool...

"Uh... are you talking to me or my... third arm? Because my eyes are up here."

She smirked up at him, tracing her fingers along the skin of his shaft, "And where wasthis all those times we made out?"

He shrugged, "Most of the time you were grinding against it."

That was definitely a possibility, considering she really enjoyed sitting in his lap while they kissed... even though her movements had made the term sitting way too innocent. "Well, you cant blame me for thinking this was your leg. Honestly, If this is what people call a mans second head, I'm surprised you dont have two personalities."

His short chuckle turned into a gasp as she gingerly wrapped one hand around its base, or at least what she could of it since it was literally so big she could barely grip past three fifths of the whole girth, even with her long fingers. What she could hold in one hand though, was throbbing and rock hard, the blood pulsing through the roping veins making it seem like a purring dragon.

He spoke up again, his voice audibly strained, "Oh, believe me, You have no idea how many times this guy tries to distract me when I'm around you."

Astrid feigned sympathy, "Aw. Poor thing is probably just lonely, wants some attention."

Hiccup groaned at her soft touch, and she smiled back up to him, grazing her hand up and down teasingly as if she were petting it. The way he was biting his lip, probably struggling not to lose his mind made her own heated moisture finally become annoying, considering how her panties were pretty much soaked.

"Looks like this dragon likes me. Guess that means I should train it. What do you think, Hiccup?"

"I uh... it does seem to like you... a lot..."

"But I dont know anything about this species. Do you think you could walk me through it? I bet youve got a lot of experience working with all this."

He whimpered, her teasing fingers making him impatiently buck into her hand, nearly hitting her in the face.

She laughed, grasping him tighter, "Whoa, down boy. Seems he really wants something from me..." Her cheeks were warm and blushing, the thrill of making him squirm and the possibility of them getting caught keeping her face smiling and her chest floating with butterflies, as excited as when she was winning a dragon race.

"Stroke it," He said desperately, "Please..."

"If thats what the dragon wants." She grinned victoriously, taking him with both hands and pumping them up and down, making the skin of his shaft drag against the rock hard inner muscle.

Hiccup moaned in response, leaning back and gripping the edge of a nearby table for support.

"Harder," he begged hoarsely, beginning to gyrate his hips to the rhythm of her working hands.

She obeyed, gripping him tightly and stroking faster, rotating her hands with her movements. A dribble of white fluid seeped from the slit at his tip, and his thrusts were becoming quicker and more desperate.

"Oh, gods, Astrid," he growled, nails biting into the table behind him. The heat of the forge was well forgotten, now blown out of the water by the current heat building up in his loins, getting dangerously close to that sweet, amazing point...

"Hey Hiccup, " she whispered, slowing her hands and drawing a pained whimper from him, "Do you think the dragon would like a kiss?"

His eyes widened, looking down at her in surprise, "Do... Do you mean..." There was no way she would want to do that. Her hands were one thing, but... he eyed those glorious pink lips, and the toungue that ran across them, and the pressure in his groin tightened. There is no way she would...

"Oh, yes. This dragon deserves a reward for being so obedient." She took her eyes off her writhing boyfriend, and laid them upon his length, eyeing the big, bulbous pink tip that was beginning to dribble a bit of pre like a drooling dragon. She wet her lips before curiously swiping her tongue across the top of it, licking up the small white cream in the process.

Meh. The flavor of him wasn't that bad. It wasn't good, but definitely not bad. Salty, mostly, and a tiny bit bitter. She could probably get used to it pretty quickly. The fact that it was Hiccup's only made her like it more, so that was a plus. The reaction from him, though, was what really got her going. A sharp gasp, followed by a weak grunt encouraged her to do more, this time dragging her tongue all the way around the tip and making him groan. She could definitely get used to this. Having this hot, sexy ass Hiccup squirming to her touch, at the mercy of her ministrations.

She stopped again, ending with that damned devious smile on her face. "Don't tell me you only meant one kiss," he pleaded.

"I don't know, Hiccup. You look like you're in pain. Should I stop?"

He huffed in irritation as she began to slow her hands, "If this is pain, then it turns out I really do love it." He shifted his hips a bit towards her face and begged, "Please, you were doing great..."

"Hm. Well, in that case, you're gonna love this." She tenderly kissed the tip, before ever so slowly working the fist sized bulb of meat between her lips and past her teeth, enveloping him into her mouth. She hummed in approval at his responsive snarl and needful thrust of his hips, gleefully taking the full head and a good extra inch into her mouth before being able to swallow against him.

Hiccup didn't dare release the table, for fear of his knees buckling beneath him or, Odin forbid, giving into his instincts and forcefully stuffing himself down Astrid's throat. His own hands had never before felt this amazing, so soft and teasing with each stroke. And her mouth... the way her tounge swirled around him in a teasing massage was just too much. It took less than several seconds for her to finally whisper, "Astrid... I'm close..."

His words invigorated her, and suddenly she at least doubled her already quick pace of one hand, placing the other on his waist for leverage. Her head began to bob up and down along the tip of his length, and that, along with the newly placed sucking she is did finally made him explode.

Like a volcano.

"ASTRRRRRR..." His cry of her name is lost in a deep, sexy growl that struggles to be contained as the unbearable, ecstatic heat rushes down his shaft and through his loins, and he feels himself fill her inviting mouth with everything he has. He involuntarily grips her hair with one hand and his hips spasmed, bucking against her with wild abandon as his body trembled, the flood of release consumed him in a series of contortions

Astrid, on the other hand, was learning a lesson about underestimating the future chief. She had anticipated him to fill her mouth at most, but was unpleasantly surprised when almost as soon as the first copious squirt hit the back of her throat, the sheer volume of his thick jizz overflowed her lips, flowing down her chin and neck, nearly meeting the collar of her shirt. She struggled to contain it, gulping down mouthfuls of the stuff as each splurt overwhelmed her, oozing out and adding more goo to her face.

With one last clench of his loins, it was over, and deep, slow pants had replaced the lustful sounds he had been making. Astrid swallowed the last of his release in a loud, audible gulp before freeing his softening member with a pop and lick of her chin. She felt his fingers loosen from their tight grip on her hair, giggling at the sight of his sated face, eyes closed with a silly goofy smile.

He felt her kiss his shaft, before looking down at her to thank this awesome woman. His vision was a bit hazy at first, but when they finally registered her face, he could almost instantly feel blood returning to his member. Her beautiful face, happy and giddy, gently kissing his moist half erection, her chin and lips smeared with his white seed.

He only knew one word to sum all this up. "Wow..." He struggled with the rest, "That... where did you learn that, Astrid?"

She stood up, brushing some hair from her face. "Well, lets just say your mom gives quality advice on training dragons," she said with a wry grin.

"That must have been awkward."

"At first it was. But I guess she's pretty enthusiastic about seeing us together." She ran a finger over her chin, wiping upba thick glob of white before popping it into her mouth. "Do you have any clean rags in here? You sorta cum like a living geyser."

Unable to move with his pants down and legs still shaking, he pointed to a small box across the room, which she took several rags from to clean her face. The next few moments were quiet,until he finally managed to express his gratitude. "I love you."

Wiping off the rest of the white goo, she looked back at him with a gentle smile, "I can tell. I dont think any guy can just blow a load that big from his own hands."

That had not been the response he had been hoping for, but nevertheless he grinned back at her before testing his legs to see if they were stable.

The next moment was unexpected. She walked up to him, gripping his shirt with one hand and his ass with the other before claiming his mouth. This was more tender than before, with less urgency and more loving assurance. He embraced it, gently placing a hand over her face. He could taste himself on her as their tounges danced for that precious minute.

When they separated, she kept him within her grasp, gazing into his eyes. "I love you too."

With that, she freed him, "It's getting late. I'll see you tomorrow, babe. Don't stay up too late, okay?"

With a nod of his head, still lost in the fog of his post orgasm, she left, leaving him to make himself decent before he readied himself to go home.

To the best sleep he had experienced in ages.

Sorry I took so long. Writers block is a bitch, and I have been trying to work on my own stuff recently. I will keep this thing alive though, even if I put it into the cryo freezer.