Summary: Desserts are one of the finest things one can appreciate in this world. Everyone has their favourite...

Tapestryclouds is to blame for this, her and her strange australian baked goods and her crazy sporks.

Hiccstrid fluff that somehow also derailed into smut. You've been forewarned. XD no HTTYD2 spoilers.

But if you've already seen the movie and want to cry about it, feel free to do so. I'm still not entirely over it, I think I need to watch it a fourth time. Soon.

Favourite Dessert

"Ah, there she is! Kind madam." Trader Johann stood and clapped his hands when the main cooked arrived at the table, holding a delicious-looking dessert sitting invitingly atop a large tray. She was a wide woman, homely and kind, and the finest in the art of cooking in all of Berk. "Did you follow the instruction I handed you? Used the ingredients I brought?"

The woman nodded kindly, and set the tray in front of the Chief with a large smile. It looked scrumptious.

"A sweet course from a far-away land that I was luckily given the recipe for! A delicacy brought to you from the lands that lay beyond the warm shores at the other side of the sea." As usual, Johann's exuberance trailed behind each of his words and gestures. "A gift, for my favourite Chieftain and his finest dragon riders! Master Hiccup, do you have a favourite dessert?"

"Not really, no," Hiccup answered with a shrug. He wasn't much of a sweet tooth.

"Well then! This one will be sure to win you over!" Johann promised with a wink, ever the salesman.

"Ooooh, yummy! What's it called?" Fishlegs practically jumped in his seat; he eyed the creamy-looking cake with the same expression a hungry Terrible Terror eyed a fat, juicy salmon.

"That, my good friend," Johann said with a perfectly still and even face, "they call it a spotted dick."

For a split second, the table turned silent.

Stoick managed to seem composed for a whole two seconds before letting out a loud roar of amusement, and everyone else followed suit. Gobber cackled loudly, as this was right down his alley in terms of sense of humour, and Ruffnut snorted with such force that a piece of an apple she'd been eating flew straight out her nose and onto Snotlout's hand. The way Snotlout yelped and squirmed in disgust only made the rest of the people laugh louder, while Trader Johann stood there with an unamused expression.

"I can assure you it is quite delicious. I highly enjoyed it each time I – " and another round of laughter raised from their side of the Meade Hall. Johann sighed; it was pointless to say anything else, so he just returned to his table and waited for the hysterical Berkians to compose themselves.

Even Astrid smiled with a goofy grin all the way though her portion of the cake. It was very good, indeed. Hiccup had to admit, he actually liked it well enough to finish his slice.

"Look, Fishlegs wants more dick," Tuffnut jested when Fishlegs cut himself one more portion, and for a couple of minutes they all had to pause for another invigorating session of merriment.

When they finished eating, they thanked Trader Johann – who still didn't seem too pleased at their initial reaction – and each went their merry way, still giggling.

The rest of the afternoon went by just as any other normal day in Berk. There were dragons and livestock to be tended to, things to repair, places to clean and tidy… and Chiefly lessons to be learnt.

"I gotta go do rounds with my dad today," Hiccup commented with Astrid as they walked slowly, hand-in-hand, down the Great Hall staircase. There was boredom in his voice, but he didn't let it form into a complaint. "I promised I'd check out on the repair works in the dragon stalls with him."

"Hiccup," she stopped walking and tugged at his hand to claim his attention. He paused on the step just below the one where she stood and turned to look at her, thinking of how he'd much prefer to spend the rest of his day flying around with her and Toothless, but alas. "This is good for you, you know. You've got responsibilities."

Hiccup groaned and rolled his eyes, nodding. He knew, but that didn't mean he had to walk around with a smile plastered on his face while his father yammered on about this and that.

"And if you do nicely today," Astrid said with a playful smirk, "I might reward you for being such a good sport."

"Alright then. I'll behave," Hiccup nudged his nose on her chin, given the fact that she stood slightly taller than him on the stone step. "But you better keep up with that promise."

Her arms went over his shoulders, as his hands rested on the small of her back. She kissed his forehead and his nose, but when he tried to reach her lips with his own she pulled away. "That's for later."

He gave her a flat look, more out of overstated drama than actual hurt, and then remembered he had to double back. "Uh, tell my dad I'll meet him in the stables in ten minutes. I just forgot something," he added hurriedly when Astrid was about to ask him why. "Thanks, I'll see you later! Night flight?"

"I'll swing by after dinner. Now go on!" She watched Hiccup jog back up the staircase and shrugged, resuming her descent and going about her business for the rest of the day.

– – – – – – –

The sun had all but disappeared when Astrid rapped at the Haddock household door. The skies were tinted in shades of dark blue, with a hue of warm orange glow still clinging on to the horizon. The birds had already fallen silent, their song now entirely replaced with the sound of crickets among the greenery, and of dragons inside of houses or perched upon rooftops.

Stoick's large, bulky figure appeared from behind the large doorframe and he welcomed her in with a warm smile. "Astrid! Come on in, Hiccup's just tending to the dishes."

"How was today? Did he behave?" Astrid asked loudly enough for her boyfriend to hear; Hiccup looked up from the basin filled with water and dishes where his hands were submerged and responded by poking his tongue out at her.

"Ah, it went great! Astrid, ye should have seen him. An' those plans of his."

Astrid smiled widely. She hadn't expected Stoick to be this excited.

A large hand came to rest on her shoulder, with a little more force than she'd expected. "He told me ye helped come up with some of those ideas." Stoick spoke with something akin to admiration and a jolly red hue on his cheeks.

"Uh. Yeah, well… I did give him some advice – but, you know, he's the expert! I'm glad you liked it."

"Aye." There was a glimmer of excitement in the man's eyes. "That retractable weapon holder... So exciting!" Stoick moved around with a bit of a dance in his steps. He circled the dinner table and took a large, wide mug in his equally large left hand, picking up a small collection of rolled up parchments with his right one.

"I'm goin' to take these designs to the builders right away. When their bellies are too full, their ears go deaf! Hahaha!" The door closed with a thud behind the Chief, cutting off the sound of his laughter.

But it opened up again just as soon, only enough to allow for Stoick's head to poke inside. He stood there awkwardly, grinning with uncharacteristic enthusiasm as he stared at his son and respective girlfriend.

"…Dad?" Hiccup said tentatively, feeling terribly flustered under his father's scrutiny. "Dad!" He repeated, this time loudly, stomping his one foot on the ground.

"Sorry about that, son. Erm, you two – er, you go do your thing. Yes. I'll be off now. Right now. Leave you to it. Fly safe, an' all that."

"Please," Hiccup groaned irritably. "Finally," he said, when the door didn't reopen within thirty seconds.

"Wow. What was that all about?" Astrid asked, attempting to blink her confusion away. Leave them to what? Hiccup still appeared to be flustered as he finished cleaning the last dish, and she had the odd feeling something had happened between the two men.

"Nothing. He just decided to drink a bit of wine… okay, a little more than just a bit."

Astrid picked up a clean cloth and began to dry up the wet dishes. "Wine? Why would he be drinking wine today?"

Hiccup shrugged unconvincingly and stored the dishes away. "No reason," he told her.

"I'm not buying it."

"Anyway… I behaved pretty well, as you can see."

"You're steering the conversation away." Astrid crossed her arms in front of her chest, as if talking to a mischievous child.

"No, I'm not. Where's that reward you promised?" That infuriating smile played on his lips as he took a step closer to her. Astrid backed away, arms still crossed.

"Is there something you're not telling me?"

"He was just extra happy that I did good today," Hiccup said casually. When she arched an eyebrow at him, he quickly added, "Well, I was motivated. I was promised a reward, in case you forgot."

He kept on walking closer, slowly, with small steps. Eventually, there would be no more room for Astrid to keep the distance between them. "And now I guess you want to claim it?"

"Pretty much, yeah." Hiccup reached a hand to her chin. Astrid's back touched the wall; there was nowhere else to go. Not that she wanted to be anywhere else, in all honesty. "Don't you think I deserve it?"

He guided his lips onto hers. She answered his question by kissing him back diligently, and it wasn't long at all before he fully pressed himself against her. His fingers immediately went trailing down her sides and then back up her stomach, over her shirt, grazing the tips of her breasts teasingly.

Astrid gasped for air. She moulded her hands on his ass and pulled him even closer, but he hissed immediately.

"You always forget that damned skirt of yours."

"Sorry." She giggled into his hair and let him pull her studded skirt from her waist. He then grabbed her left thigh with a solid grip and pulled it upwards, resting it over his hips, and pressing his stiffness right on that sweet, tender spot.

The strangled moan she gave in response was deliciously enticing. It filled his mind with want, it urged him on a breathless quest to kiss every inch of her skin. His fingers played with the band of her leggings, one hand reaching under the fabric to feel the heat of her flesh on his palm.

"Hey," she murmured weakly, "this isn't what… I meant…"

Hiccup stopped moving altogether. He frowned at her, his green eyes slightly unfocused behind thick eyelashes. "What?"

Astrid shifted to try and improve her balance, since her leg was still set on his hip. Not the brightest of ideas; each movement seemed to only increase the friction against her nethers. "I said I'd reward you. I didn't say how."

"Oh?" Hiccup let go of her thigh and pulled back slightly, resting his hands on the wall behind Astrid. "Well, that's awkward."

"I – well, this… I mean," Astrid blushed a little but she kept her balance, holding on to the sides of his torso to keep one leg steady on the floor while maintaining the other one on his hip. She was enjoying the angle; they'd never really tried doing it standing up. "We don't have to stop."

"Nah, you're right, I jumped to conclusions." He said casually, easing her leg off him and taking a couple of steps back. He patted the thighs of his pants, as if he were straightening them, which only called even more attention toward the visible growth. "My bad."

Astrid slammed one fist against the wall behind her, clearly not enjoying his humour. "Hiccup!"

He laughed and held out his hands in front of himself before she could punch him, and swooped in for a quick kiss on her lips. "I'm kidding, silly. Look, I, uh… why don't you go upstairs to my loft, and I'll be right there."

"You're kidding me," she droned, glaring impatiently at him. "What are you – ?"

"I'll be quick, I promise. Please?"

She bit the inside of her cheek. He did that thing with his eyebrows and his lips and she couldn't stand that absolutely tempting puppy look. "Mmm," was all the reply she graced him with before sauntering upstairs, making sure she stomped on each wooden step into his bedroom.

She sat on his bed and huffed.

How was she supposed to do this? Would she sit or stand? Should she keep her clothes or pull them off, maybe just leave her smallclothes on? What if she lay on the bed?

Gods… being there alone, waiting for him, not knowing what in Thor's name he was going to do, it was a little unsettling. It made her nervous. They hadn't been intimate for that long; she still wasn't sure about a hundred little things, and having free time to think about it only made it worse.

Whenever he was close to her, and his mouth and fingers were keeping her distracted, she seldom let these thoughts roam. She would just… do what felt right. I wasn't always right. Sometimes her knee would hit his ribs and sometimes her elbow would collide against his arm, or their heads bumped at odd moments, or her teeth grazed his delicate skin by accident.

The small, sheepish pauses in which they apologized for their acrobatic miscalculations would oft break the state of trance, and the reality would hit her like a mallet dropping on her foot. Making love was a wonderful experience, but actually thinking about what they were really doing with one another never failed to make her want to grab the sheets and cover herself up. She never did, though; she just would just close her eyes and take a large breath.

Without another thought about it, she stripped down to her bare skin and shimmied inside his bed, leaving only her head poking out of the bed cover. Right then, she heard him climbing up the steps.

"You still there?" Hiccup called.

"Barely," she replied, wiggling her toes nervously under the cover.

"Alright then. Close your eyes!"

"What?"

She heard him groan in the staircase. "Just do it!"

"Alright, fine, fine…" She heard him approach the bed. There was a small pause, in which she could hear him exhale heavily; he'd probably noticed her clothes scattered near the bed.

She could practically feel his nervousness when he spoke. "Okay then… you can look now."

Astrid opened her eyes. There stood a perfectly naked Hiccup, save for the fabric wrapped around his stump to accommodate the peg leg, his erection standing proudly in all its glory and slick with… was that custard?

She could feel her eyebrows ride up her forehead and disappear into her hairline. Her jaw slackened immediately, her eyes widened and she cocked her head ever so slightly to the right, the same direction his member tilted to.

"Surprise!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air like he'd unwrapped a present. "I, uh, got you some spotted dick."

She looked up to Hiccup once; and wondered when, in that incomprehensible mind of his, had he managed to come to the conclusion that this could ever, even remotely, consist in a good idea.

Then she laughed, so hard that she threw her head back and kicked her feet on the bed, with so much joy that she entirely let go of the cover that hid her nakedness, until she fell back on the bed and rolled around clutching her sides. She laughed until tears welled up in her eyes and her cheeks began to sting, and when Hiccup grumbled a sour "Oh, come on." she actually reached a high note.

It took her some time to calm herself down, and when she finally caught enough of a breath to speak, she still had to bite down on the constant giggles. "You… you put the…"

"Yeah," Hiccup mumbled, more than just slightly embarrassed but still very much ready to step it up. He looked down at his hard, custard-coated cock and figured he'd still give it a go. "Do I at least get extra points for creativity?"

He did. Yes, he did. With laughter still playing in her voice, Astrid bent her legs beneath her and sat on the bed, beckoning him forward with her fingers.

She was hyper-sensitive about everything; their state of undress and the rapture with which he beheld her; the way his hips jerked forward when she began lapping at the sweetness that covered the most sensitive skin in his body. She started out slowly, just enough to remove the dripping cream. It was her time to tease him.

When she finally rolled her tongue all the way from the base to the tip of the underside of his length, he sighed loudly and wove his fingers into her hair, tugging her braid loose.

"Eat it." He growled the command between gritted teeth, a low rumble that would have been lost if not for the silence of the bedchamber. Astrid barely had time to raise an eyebrow at him before he pushed in, burying himself within her mouth.

So much for the teasing.

She paid attention to the sound of his breathing as she moved her head, minding her teeth to avoid any accidents. With her lips clamped tightly around the unusual flavour, she always rolled her tongue in the spot she knew would drive him insane.

As she worked her magic, she appreciated the freckles that dusted the base of his member and then scattered thinly up across his shaft. There couldn't have been a most appropriate dessert, really.

"Stop," she heard him whimper eventually. She pulled him out of her mouth with a loud plop and a wicked smile, and chuckled into his mouth as he leaned over for a sloppy, breathless kiss. It was the way he rested his forehead against hers that set her heart beating in an alarming rate. "Stand up."

She took his hand and rose to his height – or, almost. He had been taller than her for quite some time, now. She watched him lick his fingers – and felt her body overheat with anticipation, knowing what promises lay ahead – and lower them to her centre, slipping them past her folds and curling them to reach that unique spot.

Standing up made her feel more vulnerable, more exposed, but the difference in the angle gave the whole thing an extra edge. He nipped at her neck and shoulder, kissed her earlobe, ghosted his tongue upon her lips with lustful intent. Astrid had to steady herself against him to keep her knees from buckling, and her hips rolled blindly into his palm as she felt warmer, and warmer, until she feared the temperature of her body might set the wooden floor on fire.

Hiccup felt her shudder when he removed his hand from between her thighs. Knowing she was this ready, knowing how much she yearned for him, only made him throb even harder. He tasted his glossy fingers; he found that her sweet tanginess held more pleasure to him than all the cakes in the world ever could.

"Ah… I guess you're my favourite dessert." He growled against her mouth, claiming her lips for a heated kiss. Without so much as a warning, his hands rested upon her hips and spun her around, so her back was facing him. He resting his erection against her well-rounded cheeks and kissed the back of her ears, while his fingertips grazed the soft skin of her midriff, trailing dangerously close to what lay beneath her navel.

The touch was so light, so seductive, that she felt waves of heat and cold dancing in her belly. Astrid knew what his intentions were; she writhed her hips in response, anxiously impatient. For a silent moment, they ground against one another, their skin heating up further and further with the prolonged contact.

His hands ran up her spine with a smooth stroke, bringing shudders that spread across her lower back. When he gently bent her over the bed, she couldn't stop her legs from tensing or her breath from hitching dangerously. With her outstretched arms supporting her weight and balance, she shuddered when his tip grazed her folds.

"Don't," he managed to hiss through the haze that was his mind at the moment. The vision of her back covered in sweat, her hair damp between her shoulder blades and her ass risen up into the air, was just about enough to drive all sanity from him. "Down." With two hands on her backside, he pushed her behind to a proper angle. If she stood on her toes, he might not be able to manage the position to enter her.

"Ah!" He sank with agonizing leisure into the moist heat, and was greeted with a moan so raw and urgent that the voice didn't even seem to come from the woman in front of him. From then on, Astrid never kept silent. Each thrust of Hiccup's hips against her made her gasp, and he witnessed her abandon when she bent her elbows and buried her face in the bed covers.

The tighter her walls clenched around him, the closer he felt himself coming to the brim. He had to stop; he had to keep himself from spilling now, she hadn't reached her climax yet. He wanted to pleasure her before himself, but Gods, it was getting too hard to hold it off…

"Don't stop," she moaned hotly when she felt him slow down. "Don't stop." She begged now, grinding against him with desperate urgency, tempting him back to his previous pace with a tantalizing twist of her hips. "Don't stop." The words fell from her mouth in half-breathed syllables, resembling primal cries more than human speech, and involuntarily she stretched out her feet again.

Hiccup was too far gone to tell her to stop moving up, but he had to do something. With what little logic he had left, he slapped her supple left cheek with his dominant hand as he tried to keep himself from slipping too far out. Ironically, the cry she wailed out in response was his demise.

The shudder that started in his loins spread out to the rest of his body, turning into a violent shockwave of searing heat that caused his pace to quicken and his rhythm to falter. His eyes screwed shut and his jaw slackened, as he emptied himself in her depths with a final, shattering sigh.

He stood there, panting, his legs and hips shaken with spasms as he did his damn best to remain standing.

It was very hard to do so when Astrid was still grinding against him.

With considerable effort to articulate his vocabulary into an intelligible sentence, he managed to ask her, "What are you doing?"

"So close," she writhed relentlessly into his slackening limb. As his afterglow faded, sense began to return to his brain. She hadn't climaxed yet, and he could not allow for her to miss out on it. He brought his hand to where they joined, and within some well-applied strokes he finally brought her to that heightened state of being.

Astrid trembled, her knees giving in to an unyielding ecstasy. She rocked forward slightly, finally collapsed on her side upon the bed with a satisfied sigh, panting and breathing with shaky unevenness.

Hiccup lay down beside her, hugging her tenderly from behind, entwining his fingers with hers as he pressed his nose against her moist shoulder. They stayed like this without uttering a single word, simply basking in the comfort of each other's presence.

Pale moonlight filtered lazily through the opening in Hiccup's loft, and the whiteness that washed upon their naked bodies only made the moment seem all the more ethereal.

But the spell could not last forever. Astrid felt a current of cold air rise goosebumps all over her sweat-dampened skin. She knew she had to leave soon; she had no desire to be caught in bed with the Chief's son, by the man himself.

And yet, she felt like her body weighed far too much to allow for movement…

"I'm cold." Astrid pulled the bed covers over the two of them and she turned around, so she could face him and kiss his chin. Hiccup smiled as she tenderly put her lips to his skin, and with one satisfied outbreath he made up his mind. There was something he needed to tell her; something he'd promised his father he would eventually take care of, but hadn't intended on saying tonight.

Yet lovemaking made him feel soft and tender. It made him drunk with passion, caused him to succumb to this warm affection that sweltered within his body and clung to his heart with unspoken delicacy. He felt daring and confident, even as a flutter of excitement settled in his gut and the steady drumming in his chest rose into a crescendo.

"Astrid," he said, but that hardly seemed to catch her attention. He had to pull her chin up so she would look at him. Even when everything else was immersed in black and white, the blue of her eyes still pierced through the setting dimness. He had the very words at the tip of his tongue, and yet, could not seem to find them.

"Uh." His throat went dry at the realization. He could do this all day, every day, for the rest of his life; just be with her, happy and together, knowing he was hers and she was his no matter what they did or where they went to. This felt right. This was right. Not necessarily now, but he wanted to have it set in stone, for when the time came.

"Would you be my dessert?" He asked.

It wasn't until he saw her puzzled look that he realized his mistake. "Wife, I meant wife! And not right now, of course, just later someday, but I think I should talk to you father and ask… Oh, Gods." He muttered a curse under his breath and attempted to hide his ever-growing embarrassment with his hand.

"That went well," she cooed with an awkward grin and a lively giggle, pulling his hand away from his face. She didn't want him to cover himself. She didn't want him to hide. She loved him just for who he was, clumsily phrased proposals and all.

They had time. They would enjoy their youth and freedom for as long as possible, but an agreement to kickstart the marriage negotiations was more than overdue. After three and a half years of dating, it simply seemed to fall into place.

"We can talk to my parents next week," she said, kissing his knuckles with adoration. The simple certainty of her answer was enough to calm Hiccup's frayed nerves; it wasn't long at all before an exchange of caresses and whispers renewed the flaring heat of desire, and soon enough Astrid found herself straddling his waist, that timeless feeling of fulfilment taking over…

A door creaked open, then, and closed shut with a booming racket. The young lovers froze in their stance, suddenly cold as a block of ice.

"Hiccup, son! You here? Why are Toothless and Stormfly outside? What is – ?" Stoick's voice stopped.

It was with dread that Hiccup whimpered, "I left my clothes down there…"

The Chief's footsteps echoed ominously through the house. Astrid jumped from Hiccup's lap like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. Unable to reach her own clothes in time, she merely wrapped the cover around herself best as possible, each one of Stoick's footfalls like a ticking bomb.

"I think we should ask them tomorrow," she whispered.

"… good idea."

END

Stoick secretly, quitely cheers on the inside, now knowing for sure that his boy's popped the cherry and become a man. He just tries to seem stern about it, and kind of fails at it. XD I may or may not have an awkward father-son conversation (about the responsability one needs to approach pleasures of youthfulness with) up my sleeve. :3

Too lazy to proofread it decently, so forgive me any typos and feel free to point out mistakes and whatnot. Thank you for reading!