Continuation from the previous chapter 17 - "Wicked Game." It's small, so give it a read to refresh your memory!

Beware of smut, once again... XD you know the drill. Not as explicit as some previous ones, though. I think?

Summary: Pervstrid game strong! Is Hiccup up to the match?

STEPPING IT UP

"Mornin', son!" Stoick greeted, sitting on his armchair as he whittled his axe with a honing stone. On the table, an assortment of fruit, cheese, dried meat and bread awaited for them to break their fast, along with a small wooden cup of yak milk a mug of ale.

Hiccup groaned as he stretched his arms and back, lazily making his way down the staircase with an unsteady gait. "Mhey dad, morn'n," he replied with a yawn, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He flopped on his own chair and eyed the food, pondering his choices. Yak milk first. He reached for his cup just as his father reached for his tankard and, without saying a word, they clanked their mugs together.

"Beautiful day outside!" Stoick beamed as he threw his head back and chugged. Hiccup's eyes widened. He choked and nearly spit out his milk.

Oh, Gods.

"Ye okay, son?"

Hiccup, coughing and slamming his fist against his chest, managed to nod and stammer. "Fine. Wrong pipe!"

If he hadn't been coughing, his voice would have cracked. He'd seen it. Somehow attached to the bottom of his father's tankard was a small, carefully folded piece of parchment.

Astrid.

Hiccup stiffened. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his appetite now gone. He bit his lip and rubbed the back of his head, thinking of a million different ways to get his father away from the table.

"So, Dad," he drummed his fingers nervously upon the brim of his cup. "What, uh, was that blueprint you wanted to show me…?"

Stoick's smile widened. He rose from his armchair immediately. "Glad to see you're interested! I'll fetch it!" He paced away, rubbing his hands together in satisfaction.

Hiccup almost felt guilty… almost. Quick as a cat, he retrieved the dread-instilling object from the underside of his father's mug and shimmied his legs and lap farther beneath the table. It struck him as a bad idea to read the tiny parchment while his father was there, but curiosity got the best of him. It read:

.:: Dearest Hiccup. Last night while you were out flying, I did to your favourite notebook what I adore doing to your face. And I don't mean kissing… Or punching. Your quest begins now. ::.

Quest for what? Oh, Gods. She was doing it again…

Stoick's sudden voice made Hiccup jump in his seat. "Are you listenin', Hiccup?"

Hiccup hadn't even noticed his dad had retaken his spot at the table. He swallowed hard. "Yeah um, dad, um yeah sorry, I just forgot… I'll be right back," he said, fumbling with excuses, clutching the startling little item in his hand as he dashed up the staircase to his loft.

He rummaged around in his desk and found the aforementioned booklet carefully hidden beneath a pile of paper sheets and drawing sticks. He opened it and flipped through the pages; two of them seemed to be stuck together. Taking care not to rip them, Hiccup plucked one sheet from the other… between them, he uncovered another little note.

But before he read it, he stared at the blank pages of the notebook. They weren't flat like all the other ones, but wavy; there was a noticeable change of colour in some parts.

Hiccup hesitated. She wouldn't have… would she? There was one way he could find out. Bringing the notebook up to his nose, he dragged in the air. It smelled of fresh parchment, yes; but there was also a clear, sweetly aroma clinging to the pages that made his skin prickle and the hairs on his neck stand to attention.

The hairs weren't the only thing willing to stand to attention, either. He closed his eyes and buried his face on the marked pages, taking in the scent. Gods above help him. Astrid and her crazy, crazy games… This paper read as following.

.:: Kind Viking, I'm just as playful as my Nadder! Are you as Furious as your Night? Search the dragon stables. You know where. ::.

Hiccup all but swatted at the tightness inside his breeches. He wouldn't let her little mind games affect him, but… at the same time, he just couldn't help it. Muttering curses under his breath and flinging half-hearted apologies at his father, who stood there complaining – "But son! The plans! Your food!" – he hurried on outside the house where Toothless was already sunbathing.

Apologies were in order. "Bud, I know I promised we'd fly over to the other side, but I really have to go somewhere." Toothless gave Hiccup a dirty look, but flopped back down on the ground and stretched across the pathway, his long tail almost throwing Hiccup off his balance. "You did that on purpose! Look, I won't take long, okay?" All he got in response was a low rumble. Hiccup shrugged. Toothless would get over it.

By the time Hiccup got to the designated location, he had to wipe the sweat that had welled on his forehead. He attempted to look as casual as possible, greeting the people with a distracted wave of his hand, while he searched for that special little spot he remembered so well.

Hiccup couldn't recall what exactly the celebration was about, but he remembered dragging Astrid from the Mead Hall, and how giddy they'd been as they stumbled into the Dragon Stables unnoticed. He remembered the tightness of her grip and the playful smirk on her face as she settled down on her knees. He remembered how his fingers dragged through the roots of her hair, the hunger that drove her lips in insatiable motions around his skin, the faint glower of the torchlight that engulfed their half-undressed figures in orange light as she brought him into a higher plane of existence.

His orgasm had shaken him so roughly that he'd made her choke, and in the resulting confusion they managed to dirty one of the tapestries that hung on the wall beside them. Upon realizing what they'd done, they'd laughed like misbehaving children.

Hiccup now found the tainted drapery. He chuckled at the memory as he picked it up. There was another small note attached to the back of it.

.:: My sweet Rider!That was a fun night, wasn't it? I hope you're as hard as a hammer now. You should follow Gobber's advice… come pound me while I'm hot. You just need to find me. Hurry. ::.

Hammer? Gobber? Pound? Oh no… not again.

Hiccup groaned, readjusted his pants, and doubled back. Just a few days ago, Astrid had left a rather saucy note smack in the middle of Gobber's to-do list and he'd been lucky enough to catch it, but it'd been a close call.

He wished for a cold breeze to blow across the village square. He even wished for rain, for some weather condition that would help bring down his temperature, but the day was warm and not a gust of wind played with the leaves on the trees. The inside of the forge only worsened his predicament, but at least he managed to slide inside unnoticed, hidden by Grump's sleeping body.

Hiccup could fell rivulets of sweat sliding down his back and under his arms as he dug through all of the paperwork on his desk, but he found no note there. He looked in the shelves, inside trinkets and flasks, under baskets and boxes, behind the desk and under his stool. But there was nothing. He strained his mind, wondering if maybe he was missing something… and then…

He peaked through the door of his office and scanned the surrounding area, his fingers nervously clutching the side of his door. Maybe he'd been looking in the wrong place. Astrid surely was wicked enough to think of somewhere hard to reach. Or something hard to get to.

His eyes fell on the rotating unit where they stored Gobber's many interchangeable hands. There it was, attached to the very tip of the largest hammer-hand his mentor owned.

This was bad. Hiccup needed a diversion. If Gobber saw him reaching up there, he'd want to know why, and that would be an uncomfortable experience Hiccup wasn't willing to go through.

He had an idea.

"Gobber! Good morning!" he greeted his mentor with a solid pat to the man's wide back. His voice was loud enough to make Gobber jump, and Grump stir in his place. Hiccup stepped sideways.

"Well! You're up early, aren't you?" The burly Viking pulled the visor of his headgear and flashed a toothy smile. "You can help me with inventory, then!" Grump lifted his head and sniffed the air. Hiccup took another sidelong step, drumming his fingers on his thighs.

"Uh, maybe later…" He watched as Gobber returned to his handiwork. He heard the flutter of Grump's wings and the sound of the fat dragon scraping the ground as its body turned to face them.

"Sorry," he whispered under his breath and dodged behind a wooden pillar just as the dragon's massive form came hurtling through the air, attracted by the dragon nip Hiccup had stuck to the back of Gobber's vest. As predicted, Grump landed on the man and lay there in a happy haze.

"Get this thing off me!" Grump barely seemed to notice its person's struggle, its tongue lolling outside its mouth and beady eyes fixed on some random point in the ceiling. "Hiccup, where are you off to? HICCUP!"

By then, Hiccup was already outdoors. The Chief's son's guilt only lasted for as long as it took him to finally unravel the devious letter.

.:: Courageous lover, you've proven your nimble fingers and knowing tongue countless times. For each I am thankful. But do you recall the last time you tasted my honey? ::.

The uncalled eloquence of Astrid's writing would have made Hiccup laugh, if he wasn't so damn roused. He could even feel his ears burning red at the memory. "Frigga," he whispered to himself, closing his eyes and taking a sharp intake of air. Astrid was going to pay for this.

It was Hel, walking through the populace and actually having to stop to respond to people, when he felt like his flag might rise inside his pants at any given moment. It was difficult not to think of all the suggestive memories Astrid's little notes evoked.

The last time he had… 'tasted her honey', as she'd put it, had been in the woods the prior week. Astrid had been training, her metallic shoulder pads and fur hood resting on a large stone nearby. Hiccup had just decided to pay her a visit, but he'd found himself enthralled in her.

The golden braid whipping over her naked shoulders, loose and damp, begging to be unwound and spread around her flustered face. How her chest heaved, pulling Hiccup's attention toward the rise of her breasts; he could almost guess the heat that was trapped inside her shirt. The way her shapely legs moved when she somersaulted, barely hidden under the fabric of her leggings, quickly had him wishing he could bury himself between her supple thighs.

It wasn't long at all before he managed to interrupt her session. And in between her feeble complaints and his persistent advances, he had her cornered against a tree, her leggings down to her knees and his face under her skirt. The salt of her sweat mingled with the sweetness that had already gushed to her nethers; he drank the flowing nectar eagerly, and felt her unravel as she writhed above him with a pleased gasp.

Hiccup allowed the memory to play in the eye of his mind as soon as he crossed into the forest. People would rarely be found waltzing around in the woods this early in the morning, so the risk of someone seeing him carry his own morning wood within his trousers was small. He arrived on the location of their latest adventure out in the open and looked around, distractedly rubbing at the tightness under his belt.

He'd expected just another note, but was greeted with something far nicer. Hanging discretely on a low branch of the tree he had loved her against was a small fabric bag. He fished inside it and, along with yet another little paper, there was a folded white cloth. His eyes widened when he realized what it was. Her underwear.

Hiccup looked around just out of precaution. Then he pressed the cloth to his face and inhaled deeply, lost in the familiar, comforting scent. He felt himself throb hotly as he read the message.

.:: My mighty Freyr, these were the ones I was wearing that day. If you recall, you pulled them down with your teeth. I haven't washed them since… but if I had, where would I do it? ::.

It took him longer than expected to understand what she meant; blood had rushed down to where it was needed and now stubbornly refused to draw back up to his brain. Hiccup closed his eyes tightly and, once again, breathed in the odour trapped within the fibres of Astrid's undergarment. Tension had already built up dangerously down south, so maybe it would be best if he just took care of himself first.

But no. He needed to take revenge from her torture, and it would feel all the sweetest if he took her on as raw as he was at this moment. Hiccup just thanked the gods he was wearing a long tunic, as his throbbing appendage refused to settle down.

His next stop was the backyard of her house, near the shed where Stormfly usually slept. There, the Hoffersons had a wide wooden container where they would scrub their smallclothes clean. People found it easier to wash their underwear closest to home, but the bigger articles of clothing were usually washed in the nearest river.

Hiccup hoped he didn't have to go to the river. He'd probably just jump in and whip his frustrations off into the water once and for all.

But he didn't find anything. He looked and looked, even inside Stormfly's shed, but saw nothing. It was driving him insane. Hiccup groaned loudly, unwilling to give up but verily aggravated, and then something dropped straight on his head.

"Hey! What the fu –" He stared at the white bar of soap that lay on the ground, dumbfounded. Then he looked up. He still managed to catch a glimpse of blonde hair retreating from the upper window of the house, and he could have sworn he heard Astrid giggle.

His face almost fell. She was in her house? He had to whisk her off somewhere and have his way with her. He couldn't just walk inside, greet her parents and then jump her in her bed!

Could he?

In any case, Hiccup had no other choice. She didn't seem to be willing to pop from the window again, and calling out to her would bring far too much attention to himself. He would just have to walk to the front door, and –

Suddenly, something dropped in the air right in front of him. It startled him so much that he had to clamp his hands over his mouth not to yelp.

"You've gotta be kidding me." Hiccup tugged at the makeshift rope suspiciously. It was a series of small blankets and cloths tied together, hanging from her bedroom's window.

"I can't even believe I'm doing this," he hissed as he grabbed the rope and hoisted himself up, putting all of his strength on what muscles he had in his arms. "This is ridiculous." When he finally fell through Astrid's window, panting, he was welcomed with the sound of her soft giggles.

"Welcome, o brave Dragon Rider!" The amusement in her voice did nothing to soothe his aggravation.

It should be taken into account that Hiccup had fully intended to reprimand her for treating him in such a way. It was his full intention to scold her and to tell her he'd never play her little games again and that he was, in fact, going to leave straight away because this was absolutely no way to treat her caring boyfriend.

But then, he saw her. Wearing nothing but a thin linen night tunic, so slight that he could read every curve of her body beneath it, she moved with the sunlight and took his breath away. Astrid shouldn't be allowed to wear clothes.

She danced around him, and for whatever reason Hiccup could have sworn her feet hadn't touched the ground. Instead, she glided over it like the buttery light pouring from the window. "Aren't you going to stand up?"

"I'm already up," was his reply; he smiled wickedly when she understood what he meant. In all honesty, he'd basically been 'up' ever since his 'quest' began.

Astrid held her breath as he pushed himself off the ground, her eyes dropping below his midriff. "I can see that." Her eyelashes fluttered maddeningly as she approached him, her lips playfully forming an almost demure smile. But he could read her intentions; the seductive sway of her hips and the sharpness of her nipples under the gown couldn't possibly go unnoticed.

In any case, she didn't waste any time. Lacing her hands around his neck, she stood on her toes and firmly planted her lips on his. She teased him with the promise of her tongue, her breath hot and sharp against his open mouth, but she drew back almost immediately.

Hiccup didn't know why he didn't follow her right away. His gaze was riveted to her as she slowly lowered herself to the fur-lined bed, her eyes predatory.

"Uh… Your parents?" His heartbeat quickened. He could feel his stifled hardness begging for release.

"They won't be home until after lunch." She leaned back, drawing the gown up her thighs with deliberate provocativeness. Then she pulled her knees up to her chin and lifted her feet up in the air, fully revealing her sex to him in all of its pink, plump glory. "Your reward… for playing."

Hiccup's pulse beat drastically in his chest as he undid his clothes and nearly stumbled on his own legs, such was his hurry to untangle himself from the wretched restraints.

Her smile was so devious, so smug, that it only drove him wilder. She knew she'd succeeded in driving him up the wall, she knew he'd been restless with desire ever since he read the very first note.

"I'll get you back for this," he growled as he took her bare leg and kissed her soft calf. Her toes curled delightfully into the air as his lips burned a pathway down her leg, upon the sensitive skin of her thigh. "Mark my word."

She gasped when his lips dove to her centre. "You better… keep that promise…"

He needn't dedicate himself to the task for long; she was already sleek with want when he began his ministrations. Knowing this made Hiccup smile. Judging by the warmth and wetness, she had probably been fingering herself as she waited for him…

He heard her groan in objection when he pulled his face away from her damp folds, but it turned into a yelp the moment he pushed her thighs apart and, unceremoniously, entered her without another say.

Gods, the warmth of her was indescribable. Her legs locked around his rear and buried him even deeper inside, and she stood on her elbows so her lips could reach his collarbone. When his rhythm became more intense, she hid her face against his neck and let out a long, husky wail, her fingers gripping the furs of her bed desperately.

The music of their lovemaking played in the air, unaffected by the hubbub of the village outside her window. The bed creaked with each thrust of his hips against her. She gasped with abandonment at every single stroke, wildly lost in pleasure. His own breath came out ragged and coarse, in shuddering pants that threatened to turn into growls.

He pressed down on her, pushing her farther down on the bed. Just as right; her elbows probably wouldn't have held up much longer. Every bit of her body felt weak, as all the strength she had was building up a mighty tension in her core.

Hiccup was too close. He needed to slow down. He kissed her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, before stealing a wet kiss from her open mouth. He stopped thrusting, instead moving with a tormenting grind of his hips against hers, and sucked on her lower lip passionately.

He became entirely still and pulled his head back. He wanted to see her. He wanted to etch the dazed look on her face into his memory. Reacting to the absence of movement, Astrid desperately rocked herself against him with a shaky whimper. Her upper body was still covered, but there was something so arousing about being able to tell the lines of her perky breasts underneath.

He allowed her to writhe under him for a little longer. He watched with satisfaction as she arched her back to bring herself to him, before he finally set back into a steady pace.

Astrid's lips were parted and her eyes closed shut. Hiccup could feel her clenching up around his length, her body trembling under his weight. He watched as the mounds of flesh under the thin gown swayed gently, mesmerized by the eroticism of such a subtle detail.

Emotion swelled in his chest, just as he felt his head go lighter and his body grow hotter, and hotter, and hotter... "You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with equal parts of love and admiration. Her shattering cry thrilled him, and he could hold back no longer. The intensity of their almost simultaneous release had them breathless and shaking in each other's arms, spent and sated.

"Stay with me," she begged, wrapping her arms around her back and pulling his chest down upon hers. The weight of him was comforting and peaceful, intimate and fulfilling as the warmth from his damp skin. "I feel so weightless… if you stand up, I'll float away."

Hiccup chuckled sheepishly into her hair, kissing her temple. "You're feeling really poetic today."

"I spent the whole night dreaming about you. I was inspired." She nipped at his shoulder, her lips sending shivers of searing heat all over his body.

He felt so sensitive, still. It was as if her voice alone swept caresses upon his skin. Just as soon as the afterglow of his orgasm began to dim, he felt a renewed flame rising within.

Astrid steeled herself against him. Her brow furrowed as she shifted tentatively and let out a little gasp. "Are you… still hard?"

"Well, you did step up your game, didn't you? Now I'm stepping up mine." With one swift movement, Hiccup pulled himself out of her and grabbed her left leg, swinging it over his head. Astrid squeaked, in delight and surprise, as he grabbed her by the waist and flipper her over. Then he sat upon her thighs, straddling her from behind. "Dragon rider, coming through!"

Astrid's laughter was soon wrenched into a gasp.

END

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