This is all Shauna's fault. Bad Shauna.

Shameless Hiccstrid smut. Warning: it's graphic, so don't read if you don't like explicit sexual content. :p

Summary: there are times when words just won't cover it...

CHAPTER 16 - Apologize Like You Mean It

Hiccup was entirely side-tracked by her. By her everything; her new clothes, the way loose strands of her hair clung to her cheeks, the way her hips swayed and her hands worked diligently with the needle and fabric. He couldn't quite understand why Astrid wouldn't stand still while sowing, or why she wouldn't stop muttering under her breath each time she got a stitch wrong.

He couldn't quite understand why he was so absorbed in her today, but he was. So much so, that he'd already messed up his own work a few times, whenever he stole a not-so-quick glance her way without stilling his hands.

They were on a schedule. They had to get the banners and decoration ready for the Autumn Harvest – special guests from the Meathead Tribe were to arrive in a few short days – and time was not on their side. Everyone in the village had a task to be fulfilled under a short time, so tempers boiled faster than what was usual, and voices rose louder and more irritably than what was normal even for the Hooligans.

Hiccup was no exception. To top off the stress from the tasks for the Harvest, he'd had more tasks – chiefly tasks – set to him by his father for the past week. And somehow, every Hooligan's weapon had suddenly needed honing or fixing and therefore, the forge was always in a constant swirl of people and all of them had urgent demands to attend to. Flight time had been reduced to a bare minimum, so Toothless was always grumpy and moody.

Last but not least, Hiccup had gotten into a heated argument with Astrid two days prior, and they'd barely talked since. The atmosphere was somewhat edgy between them; she basically pretended he wasn't there unless she needed him to hand her some utilities.

So they both worked, mostly in silence, tense with pressure and repressed longing. Hiccup's thoughts still mostly lingered on Astrid's outfit of choice today. He had barely ever seen her without armour of some form, yet today her clothes were devoid of any metallic contraption.

The problem with Hiccup was – whenever he was extremely focused on something, it was no easy task to get it out of his system. And right now, his attention was entirely centred on Astrid. He cursed under his breath at the intrusive thoughts roaming his mind, trying to will his mind into paying attention to his handiwork.

The sound of her voice caught his attention soon after. "Where is that damn thread…? Ah."

He should have pretended it was none of his business. He should have kept his eyes on his materials and just ignored her. But he couldn't.

His eyes were riveted to the curve of her backside as she stretched toward the top shelf on the wall. She'd had to set her knee on the work bench to boost herself up, and her skirt pulled dangerously up her thighs, leaving very little to imagination. The way her back arched and her arm stretched also called more attention to her chest area. Hiccup had never in his life seen that much movement under her tunic, and he'd been spending most of the morning thinking he might have gone crazy; but something was clearly moving loosely under the fabric.

It was driving him crazy. But it got worse.

Astrid reached the thread, grabbed it, and set her leg back on the floor, straightening her skirt. Then, as if she'd accomplished some great task, Astrid bounced on the balls of her feet as she unwound the thread and prepared to loop it through the needle. His breath caught in the back of his throat; there was definitely a lot of extra movement going on under her tunic.

Hiccup let out a pathetic whimper before shuffling awkwardly, trying to get himself into an angle where he could hide the sudden jolt under his pants. His eyes moved back over to the needle and cloth in his hands, but his mind was still replaying the scene, now etched into his retina. He felt helpless, trying to fight the stifled urges without avail.

"Thorsdamnit!" Astrid cursed and hissed loudly. Hiccup didn't care. He couldn't care. He wouldn't care. And he wouldn't look. He couldn't; he couldn't not look.

A very flustered Astrid was still shaking her thumb around in the air, a small droplet of blood appearing on its surface. She didn't waste any time sticking it into her mouth to relieve the sting; but was it really necessary to suck on her finger like that?

He couldn't care that she was looking straight at him. He simply only registered how her lips enveloped the skin trapped inside her mouth, how her tongue – needlessly – slowly darted outside, teasingly. He didn't even have time to register the absolute nonsense of it all. She unhurriedly removed the provoking thumb from her inciting mouth, making sure to smack her lips in a way that couldn't possibly be unintentional.

"Do you want me to suck you?"

"Wha– ?" Hiccup choked out, feeling the last of his blood drain from his face and make its way down south to where it was, apparently, very much needed.

"I said," Astrid started again, her voice casual if a little weary, "do you want me to punch you? You've been looking at me like I have a yak on my head all morning."

Hiccup sighed, screwing his eyes shut while shaking his head a little. Maybe all the stress of lately was making him see and hear things.

"Sorry, I guess I'm just tired and I kind of, uh… spaced out." He chewed his words, half-willing to confess he missed her. But he was stubborn.

"Looks like you need to take my ass."

Hiccup nearly slipped from his bench. He felt the muscles of his stomach clench, and he uncoordinatedly tried to hide the lower half of his body further behind his work table.

"I'm sorry?" He whimpered, his voice cracking under the surge of tautness overcoming his body.

Astrid shot him a dirty look. "I said, you need a break to relax. Honestly, Hiccup," she groaned in exasperation, her hands slapping her sides with such force that he could clearly tell her breasts hung loosely beneath her tunic, "this is the same argument all over again. You never pay attention to what I say!"

"Th- that's not– "

"And then you're always acting like you have better things to do!"

Hiccup outstretched his hands, trying to appease her. "Listen! I don't do that, I never– "

"Yes, you do! You do that all the time, it's like you're always in a rush to go somewhere else!" He could tell she was upset, now. All of her body language conveyed the irritation that had been building up within her in the past few days. "It's like you don't want to be with me."

"What?!" Now Hiccup was the one feeling vexed. "That's ridiculous! Of course I want to be with you!"

Astrid paced around edgily, her braid flicking behind her as she suddenly swirled and turned to him with irate verve. "Don't call me ridiculous, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock! You're the guy who prefers to chase after dragons instead of being a man and– "

That was it. That was enough for him; it was uncalled for and unjustified and before he knew it, Hiccup stood and leapt toward her, his voice unusually low and rumbling. "Now you listen to me, Astrid," he warned, one finger up in the air right in front of her nose, "you know that's untrue. I'm not..."

He only then realized, far too late, that her eyes were set not on his finger, or on his face, or on any point above his waist. Hiccup looked down and gulped; he'd been made.

"Well, that's… better." Her voice was small and coarse, but the look in her eyes spoke volumes. Could this be what the entire problem was about?

Yes, it was. There was no doubt about it, now. They hadn't had a chance to be intimate in weeks, and whenever the opportunity for them to be alone arose, Hiccup was always busy with something, or somehow distracted.

Now it made sense. Her clothing, the way she moved, the way she seemed to be avoiding him but, at the same time, appeared to always be drawing his attention. He should have caught onto the signs earlier, but… better late than never?

"I'm sorry," he said earnestly, his indignation now placated; all that remained was raw yearning. He didn't want to struggle against it anymore. He couldn't. And why should he?

"You don't have to apologize for that…" she started, but he shut her off with a kiss, long and languid and licentious; one that would hopefully make up for all the ones they'd been missing.

She moaned and sighed, relieved yet craving more, tangling her fingers in his hair, drawing his bottom lip into her mouth eagerly. Hiccup didn't waste any time; he cupped her bottom with both hands and pulled her flush against him, revelling in the sensation allowed by her simple, plain skirt.

Her hands danced down his back, nails raking impishly over the fabric of his tunic; her fingers came in contact with the skin of his lower back, trailing teasingly over the edge of his pants. She started playing with the waistline, slipping her fingers underneath, pulling his trousers loose. His excitement was painfully obvious now, and he absolutely yearned for her comforting warmth; but they could never be too cautious.

"Did– did you take any– mmmf –" he paused for breath between her unyielding kisses, as her fingertips grazed his very tip. "Did you take any prec– aaahh," he screwed his eyes shut, temporarily forgetting the words as soon as her hand gripped his length tightly. His lips remained open and unmoving against hers as he growled hotly, nearly losing his balance.

Astrid ignored his unfinished question, moving her kisses to his cheeks and jaw, her hand stroking him in just the right way. Hiccup steadied himself and focused on the question.

"Astrid," he called out, gasping, "have you been taking precautions? Hey," he protested weakly, but she got on her knees too fast, pulling his pants down with her. "Hey! N– Ooh, Gods."

Obviously she couldn't answer him now; her mouth was full with the length of him, disabling both their speeches. It was warm; so warm, and so wet, and so good. Between the perfect suction and the perfectly timed tongue flicks, he knew it wouldn't take him long to burst. It had been too long since he'd relieved himself, and all of it was built up inside and threatened to overflow before he could return the favour.

And Hiccup was all about fair game.

"Stop," he urged, but she didn't seem willing to heed. "Please, Astrid," he started again, this time cradling her moving head between his hands. "Please stop."

Her movement ceased. Perhaps it was the pleading tone in his voice, or the way he pulled her hair out of her face. She looked up, her blue eyes glazed, half of him still in her mouth; watching him in the most tantalizing way possible. She drew him in gently, her tongue mischievously rolling over that critical spot on the head, and it was as if she'd drawn all the breath from his lungs.

"Frigga," Hiccup hissed, unable to stop his hips from bucking farther into her mouth, "you really need to stop."

It was then she arched an eyebrow, but complied. She slid him out gradually, purposefully so, allowing the saliva to form a viscous bridge between her clammy mouth and his member. Something about this was ridiculously arousing.

"Why? Don't you like it?" For a moment her eyebrows weaved together, and she blinked a sliver of passing insecurity from her eyes.

"No... I love it," he replied breathily, smirking deviously. In one fell swoop he bent over and picked her up by the underside of her arms. Astrid squeaked in protest when he pulled her up and, as he moved his hands under her skirt to knead her thighs, pushed her on top of the desk behind her.

"Hiccup!" She protested, scrambling not to fall off as he swiftly yanked her leggings down to the top of her boots.

"Be quiet," he rumbled before diving in for a sloppy kiss. "Ladies first."

Now it was his time to get on his knees. He'd never been this rough on her before; he was usually gentle, his movements calm and deliberate, but now he moved her around like some ragdoll, hands pressed so hotly upon her skin she could have sworn she was about to catch on fire. He raised her legs above his head, pulling her thighs apart as much as her leggings allowed him to, and pressed his lips hard against her wet folds, her curls ticking his nose.

Astrid moaned, arching and writhing helplessly upon the wooden surface. The inclination of the table made her feel like she was about to slide down, and she had to plant her hands firmly at the edge to keep herself steady.

He teased her for a little while – not as much as he usually does, because he can sense she's already as impatient as he is – before sliding one finger in, then the other. His tongue never stops travelling across her labia; he draws her in as much as he can, allowing the tip of his tongue to roll around the small button that makes her legs shake uncontrollably.

Her whimpers and moans guide him, but he wishes she wasn't so loud. If anyone came looking for them…

That's when he curled his fingers, finding that one spot that makes her insides start to tighten. Astrid became louder, softly chanting his name as her hips grind on his face, completely lost in the moment. She's close to the edge, he can tell; looking up, he sees her lips helplessly parted as she mewls, her nipples proudly swollen under her shirt. That confirms it; she really wasn't wearing any bindings today. What a tease.

He found the ideal pattern of movements for his rolling tongue and the idyllic rhythm for his flexing fingers. It wasn't long before she began to thrash helplessly, her hands leaving the table to pull his head harder upon her, her thighs pressing too tightly around his skull. She moved so much that Hiccup had to hold her up by her firm cheeks to keep her from falling over him, while he struggled for breath. Even with her legs blocking out most of the sound, he could hear her moaning and gasping so loud he was sure that anyone standing in the vicinity of the forge would have heard her.

"Ummmf," he said, his voice muffled against her dampness, "Lemmemmffffmf."

She went entirely limp around him; Hiccup stood gasping for air, pulling her legs over his head effortlessly. He had to hold her to keep her from sliding helplessly down the furniture, looking around a little nervously to make sure nobody would walk in on them. He then turned to half-heartedly frown at her.

"Do you really have to be so loud?"

"Hah," she breathed out, her head rolling sideways all too carelessly, braid half undone and hair everywhere. "Sorry… I just… whoah."

Hiccup pressed his forehead tenderly against hers as they bid their time, waiting for their breathing to even; she gently held onto his arms, her thumbs drawing patterns on his sleeve.

"Hiccup?"

"Hmm?"

"You could always… you know… pull out," she suggested, her tone small and beseeching. Hiccup began to shake his head, frowning. Astrid was quick to reassure him. "I'll still drink the herbs brew after."

"You're supposed to drink it before, you know," Hiccup scolded, disapproving of his girlfriend's close to careless attitude. "It's more effective."

"Yeah, but," Astrid insisted, her hands sliding down his arms and onto her stomach, pulling her shirt up, "it still works even if I drink it later…"

"It's not… it's not the same thing." Hiccup's eyes were diverted to her exposed breasts, now that she'd managed to pull her shirt up to her neck. He cursed under his breath; he would have settled for her continuing her previous ministrations, since it was safer.

"Come on… it's fine…" Astrid pulled his head to her chest, softly, and kept him there. Hiccup inhaled, feeling that tightness beginning to build again around his navel, between his legs. This woman would be the end of him, some day.

Astrid tried kicking her boots off, but couldn't manage it alone. She smiled when Hiccup caved in and removed them himself, muttering under his breath. She couldn't wrap her legs around him fast enough.

"Whoah there, slow down will ya?" He chuckled at her restlessness, unable to keep himself from smiling as she sucked her breath expectantly. He positioned himself at her entrance, allowing his tip to rest against her folds. They were still sleek and damp with moisture, a beautiful shade of dark pink hidden amidst golden curls. Hiccup took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her anatomy against the rough stiffness of his rigid member.

"Just get it innnn," Astrid groaned impatiently, using her legs to urge him into movement. Hiccup complied; he pushed in as far as he could go, enjoying the moist heat tightening around him, inch by inch. They gasped in sync as their hips connected, shivering into each other's open mouths, hot breaths mingling in the air between them.

Astrid let out an absolutely contented moan as soon as Hiccup began to move; then she stretched her legs above him, holding her position with her hands. Hiccup had never doubted her flexibility, but he'd never entered her from such an angle before. He had to stand on his toes not to slip out, but the pressure around him increased even more…

Gods, he loved her. He loved her too much, and he wanted to say it, but words were foreign to him in that moment. He wanted to apologize for taking her for granted, for acting distant, but all he could do right then was close the space between them in the most desperate, urgent way possible. He wanted to tell her how much her gasps and sighs urged him on, how powerfully they drove him into a frenzy. And he wanted to tell her he cared so much, but his lips refused to form any excuses. Instead, they sought hers out and spoke silently, in that one language shared by entwining lovers; in the same way his hips sought after the delicious, intermittent connection with hers.

Hiccup was nearing the precipice. He needed to pull out. He had to pull out… but he wanted to make love to her to the very last second, so that his body could pour out all the affection he was seemingly incapable of conveying through speech. He wanted to reach into her very core and mould with it, just for that one endless moment, and to vanish within the depths of her being.

He needed Astrid to see him come undone; all because of her, and for her alone. He pulled his face away from hers and looked straight into her half-lidded eyes, and in that moment he finally found his voice. He called out her name with urgent longing, thrusting with frantic yearning, craving her so desperately that all he could do was melt into her.

He closed his eyes as he was overcome with ecstasy; it washed down on him with such force that it threw his body off pace, draining all the strength he had left in him. His body was still moving, his hips grinding feebly as he emptied his soul into hers, but he was no longer in charge of himself. Not even his own voice; he moaned with his release, a song sung especially for Astrid to hear.

Apparently, her second orgasm was as unexpected to her as it was to him. Hiccup wasn't even moving anymore, completely drained of more than what strength it took for him to remain standing, when she began to thrash viciously beneath him.

He heard her voice.

"Look at me," she urged, nudging his cheek with her nose, squirming intensely against him, "like you did before. Please. Please, Hiccup…!"

He didn't take his eyes off her as she came; he kissed her neck as she moaned, pinching her nipples between his fingers. Her movements eventually subsided, but her body was still shaken with spasms as her walls contracted around him.

This time, it took them much longer for their breathing to even out.

"You really need to go drink that tea, you know."

"I know," Astrid said, nuzzling him affectionately. "I love you, too."

END

I told you it was shameless smut. =D

I do have other half-done drabbles and a chapter to finish, before I set out to London again (yay!) but my computer apparently needs to go for repairs... :(

Reviews are much appreciated. :p