So I watched HTTYD2 again today, and this time I only cried twice. So, go me. XD erm, minor spoilers ahead, I guess...? Also, some sexy times. But I'm guessing ya'll should kind of be expecting that by now. :)

Summary: There is more than one way to feel your body disconnect from everything else.

Take Flight

"So… are you ready?"

Astrid's grip on Hiccup's hand tightened. Her heart thrummed fiercely as she stood at the very edge of the cliff, the tip of her toes already beyond the safety of the ground. A continuous breeze blew the air upwards and it played with her hair, stirring it around her face and making her braid whip wildly around her neck. She looked back hesitantly; Toothless had a goofy, expectant grin on his face, but Stormfly seemed apprehensive as she cocked her head around in a nervous tic.

Hiccup's thumb grazed the inside of Astrid's palm softly, drawing circles upon her skin. A gesture they usually used in public; their own secret code, to let the other know when they wanted to... be alone together. This time, it was meant to reassure her.

"Yeah, but I'm not so sure about wearing this," she grumbled, shifting her shoulders to shake the odd equipment attached to her arms and legs. A different type of suit, Hiccup had told her. He'd been working on it during whatever little free time he'd had in the past few weeks, and he'd made her promise she would try it out with him.

He'd had to wrench that promise from her by making a most expert use of his fingers, mouth and… well, all of him. He had used himself so skilfully on her, actually, that the sheer memory made her knees tremble. Now, however, she cursed herself for being so weak as to agree. Thor damn those wonderful, long fingers of his. "This is crazy."

"Come on, we do crazy stuff all the time. I thought you liked it." He tugged at her hand again. He'd been forgetting to shave, or he simply hadn't had the time. The shadow upon his chin darkened with each passing day, until his kisses no longer scratched the delicate skin of her chin.

"You do crazy stuff," she replied with a noncommittal shake of her head, "all the time!"

Hiccup chuckled before leaning over for a kiss; she tried turning her head sideways, but his other hand enclosed on her cheek and forced her lips to meet his. He kissed her like they hadn't kissed for years; like he wanted to take her right there, at the edge of the cliff, until his thirst was sated.

Astrid felt that sweet tightness begin to curl in on itself between her legs; she felt the heated longing start to pool at the very pit of her belly. Maybe it was the way he'd looked at her, or maybe it was this thrill for the unknown that made her feel so peculiar at that moment. Whatever it was, she wanted to merely dissolve into him. Her free hand found its way to his behind and she pulled his hips against hers with evident yearning, her fingers groping at the swell of his bottom as the kiss deepened again, and again…

He pulled away abruptly, an infuriating smile on his lips. He winked – a seeming harmless gesture but, to Astrid, it was so undeniably suggestive that she almost found herself blushing. "We've done pretty crazy stuff together, you and I."

She gasped in mock modesty, slapping his butt with her free hand.

"Do you trust me?" One last encouraging smirk from him – his eyes mischievous, his lips playful – and it was impossible for her not to want to indulge him.

"Yes," she replied at last, slightly breathless. "But we're going to look like a couple of dorks." If at first she felt like she might regret this entire adventure, now she couldn't be more thankful for it. It had been several weeks since they had managed to get a little time away from everyone else, so they wanted to make the best of what they had at the moment.

Astrid just wasn't sure if this met her requirements of 'best'.

"Well then. We are a couple, and we are dorks, so…" Hiccup shrugged, returning to his initial position.

The lack of his presence close to hers made her realize the force of the wind whipping around her body. She shivered a little. "Speak for yourself," she droned, but she had to bite her lips to prevent the goofy smile from spreading across her face. "At least nobody's here to watch."

"Okay then, close your eyes."

She closed her eyes.

"On the count of three. Then you pull the – "

"I know, Hiccup, you've said that fifty times…"

"Just makin' sure! Alright… one… two… two and a half…"

The tension in Astrid's legs gave a false start, and she elbowed him in the arm. "You idiot."

"Sorry." But there was nothing apologetic in his voice. "THREE!"

Astrid's cry of surprise was lost in the wind as she felt her weight being pulled forward and her feet leaving the safety of the ground. The sensation of free-fall never ceased to be a thrill, no matter how many times she'd experienced it. But there was something different there. The hot wind blew upwards with such force, that they floated more than they actually fell. Their hands were still connected. She opened her eyes and looked at Hiccup; he gave the signal, so both their suits would open at the same time.

The force of the air resistance she was met with the moment her suit opened made her feel giddy. Instead of falling, now she felt herself soar. Hiccup's victorious whoops mingled with hers, and their cries of thrilled ecstasy rang in her ears. She was gliding through the air alongside her lover, and it was absolutely liberating.

By then, Toothless and Stormfly had already jumped in and joined them in the air current, and they rode the winds with grace and equal amounts of glee. Astrid couldn't stop laughing; at their dragons' faces, at the absurdity of it all – she'd made fun of his suit so many times, and now she was the one wearing one of his crazy contraptions – and at the incredible, unbelievable sensation of lightness and adrenaline.

They moved in the air together, their dragons watching carefully for any sign of danger, ready to fly in and support their riders. Hiccup managed to turn around; he searched for Astrid's other hand and took it, so both their hands were interlocked. She doesn't know how long they stayed like this; seconds, minutes, hours? Just looking at each other, floating together in the air current, smiling and laughing and screaming like fools without a care in the world.

Hiccup flexed his elbows, bringing her face closer to his; it was rushed and required some amount of coordination, but that was the most exhilarating kiss they had ever shared.

But they couldn't stay up there forever; too soon, they had to mount their dragons and exit the air tunnel, but they did so with renewed weightlessness in their hearts.

"Told you it was amazing!" Hiccup cheered, the biggest smile on his face. He hadn't smiled like that in weeks. Toothless looked up to him and warbled, his tongue sticking outside, obviously very pleased with the opportunity to go on such a fun ride. Stormfly squawked with excitement, happily flying as close to Toothless as safety allowed for. They had needed this, all four of them.

Astrid sucked in the clean, calm air and outstretched her arms, as if she wanted to hug the wind itself. "I've got to hand it to you, it was pretty incredible. We need to come here more often."

"Yeah… when we have time, we will." Hiccup nodded and looked back at the cliff; a goodbye of sorts, until the next time. Odin knows when it will be. They were always so busy lately.

Astrid watched the skyline; the sun wasn't much farther down the horizon. She figured they could still indulge in one last stop. "Hey, what time did you say we had to get back?"

"I figure we still have about – hey, hey! Where do you think you're going?" Hiccup had to urge Toothless to follow Astrid, who had turned left and started putting a distance between them. "You can't race a night fury!"

"Watch me!" She called back, standing on Stormfly's saddle for added show. As predicted, it didn't take long for the boys to catch up with them, but soon enough they were close to land. With a somersault and tumble worthy of a cat, without even waiting for Stormfly to fully land, Astrid jumped off the saddle and dashed away, ignoring Hiccup's calls.

He scrambled on after her, amused yet concerned, while Stormfly and Toothless knew better than to pursue. Into the green depths of that island's forest he followed her, chasing her beckoning laughter whenever he lost sight of her among the foliage.

When he finally reached her, Hiccup was beginning to feel short of breath. "Whew! And I'm the crazy one… What is it with you?"

She laughed and danced around him, jumping and poking his ribs and arms and back with her unyielding fingers. She stopped right in front of him, just over an arm's reach away. "You didn't tell me how I put this away."

"What are you talking about?" It took Hiccup a moment to notice; Astrid twirled and lifted her arms, her adapted flight suit still open and flapping around her. He had to admit, it did look a little silly. But that didn't make her look any less beautiful…

"I guess I'll just have to take it off, then." She bit her lip and swayed away when he reached out for her, her feet feeling as light as feathers as she walked over the lush grass, between the trees and the bushes.

"You don't have to," Hiccup said, oblivious to the intonation of her voice. "You just have to tuck it into the – hey. Hey! … Oh."

He stopped fumbling after her, just to observe, his brain finally caught up to her intents. He drank in the way she eyed him, the way her tongue traced her lower lip and how her hands pulled more than what straps were necessary. He swallowed a lump in his throat, feeling the space within his breeches begin to tighten.

"I think you'll need to help me take these off," Astrid cooed with pretence embarrassment, managing to balance herself elegantly as she kicked her boots off. "I don't think I can do it all by myself."

"No need to ask twice, Milady… I'm only here to service my people." Astrid giggled loudly when Hiccup dragged her by the waist and began pulling at the straps and buckles in her suit model. She groaned when his hands came running up her leggings, kneading her thighs with a tantalizing grip as he pulled each clasp loose. "But we gotta hurry… because there's… more people waiting… for my assistance." He whispered into the skin of her neck between hungry kisses, and when he ran his tongue across her pulse she squirmed and gasped into the air.

"I hope I get… special treatment," she managed to breathe out. His hands now worked on the remainder of the fasteners in her torso, and his mouth never stood still. Her feet were fresh and cool, naked upon the soft green grass, but the rest of her body was lit on fire, each of Hiccup's restless hands a burning ember that warmed her skin through the fabric of her clothes.

She felt him sigh when one of the buckles came undone. Before she knew it, he kneeled and pushed her down on the ground and in one swift movement, pulled her leggings straight off.

"Oh!" Astrid exclaimed with a shudder, now lying with her legs bared upon the fresh grass. She watched him as he undid the buckles in his own suit, his haste motivated by the glaringly obvious growth between his legs. When he pulled himself loose, his member seemed to bound in the air, overjoyed with the promise of her inviting warmth.

She wrapped her thighs around him tightly, until the clasps of his outfit began to dig into her skin. Hiccup wet two of his fingers and massaged her centre with precise, circular motions; Astrid hissed as her hips rose and shuddered to push down on his hand.

He leaned over her, then, and pressed down for a long, hard kiss. Hiccup positioned his tip at the entrance; the contact alone made Astrid's breath hitch with expectation, but he merely teased her by gliding it across her swollen lips.

"I thought you said we had to hurry back ho – oh!" Again, that infuriating smirk of his. He cut her off mid-sentence, turning her last word into a delightful moan, by burying himself inside her. They didn't speak; all words would promptly dissolve into eager gasps and urgent sighs… all but one.

"Astrid." He whispered into her ear as his rhythm intensified, as he became inevitably lost in the moment. She would have tried calling his name, too, but was too busy licking and sucking at his neck. She wished she could nip at his shoulder, a spot she loved so much, but that suit… oh, that suit. He was still dressed in it, Gods, and there was something so arousing about it.

The suit. She thought back to the time they'd spent drifting casually over the air current, gliding in the skies just hand in hand… Her body shook and squirmed in her release, her thighs contracting around his torso involuntarily. In that moment, Astrid was entirely unable to feel anything that wasn't him – not even the soil beneath her. Only he existed, and he was just as part of her as was the heart beating in her chest.

In a way, she thought to herself with a pleased sigh, Hiccup could make her take flight without even needing to pull her off the ground.

END

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