I know I should be doing these in some form of chronological order, but... I'm terrible. Anyway, posting two requests I got on Tumblr into one chapter. M-rated, both of them. ;) especially the second. Yeah.

Consider them 19 years old in both drabbles.

DRUNK

The bonfire burned brightly, its flames reaching toward the black skies in a heated swirl of orange light. People danced around it, singing and drinking; the Bog women sang raunchy songs that put even the bawdiest Berkian men to shame.

Gobber absolutely loved the Bogs. It was an amusing thing to watch. Hiccup was entirely focused on how the one-legged man moved so airily around those fearless ladies, challenging them to battles of wits through coarse rhymes and vulgar poems.

Tuffnut interrupted Hiccup's entertainment by elbowing him on the ribs. "Dude, is Astrid drunk? She looks really zoned out."

Hiccup cranked his neck. His girlfriend wasn't around. "Nah, I don't think so…? I mean, she was fine about 20 minutes ago."

Tuffnut shrugged, his shoulders jerking weakly. "Yeah, but that was 20 minutes ago. Lotsa things can happen in 20 minutes ago. Especially when Grunthora's handing out that weird drink the Bogs like."

Hiccup stiffened. Grunthora was a few years older than them, had the same physical build as Silent Sven and she was completely insane. She once insisted in challenging a Nightmare to a drinking game.

And she won.

Hiccup scrambled to look for his girlfriend. He found her sitting in a circle with Ruffnut and a few other Bogs, some younger and some older. He managed to catch a part of the conversation as he headed over.

"… I mean, sure, riding a Deadly Nadder is FUN," Astrid said, raising her mug over her head, "but riding Hiccup's deadly 'nethers' is even more fun, if you know what I mean…"

There was a roar of laughter from the other girls, and a few suggestive wolf-whistles. Hiccup steeled his jaw and cursed as he approached the troublesome group. The women reduced their ruckus to a mild snickering as he advanced and placed his hand over Astrid's shoulder.

"Good evening, ladies!" He nodded courteously, though it was entirely unnecessary. He could tell by their reddened cheeks and bitten lips that they didn't give a crap about greetings at the moment. "Milady, I think it's time we take this party elsewhere."

"Oh," Astrid feigned innocence as she stood, looping her arm with his, "My ride has arrived!"

An apparently harmless comment, hadn't he overheard her previous talk; obviously, the snickering and the giggling intensified.

Hiccup put on his best stern voice as he brought Astrid away from the other dangerous ladies. "You really shouldn't be saying those things out in public, you know."

"You heard that?… Oh. Oh no…" Astrid seemed preoccupied for a moment, her fingers covered her mouth, eyes widening. Then she tittered. "Don't tell Stormfly what I said. I don't want her to feel jealous."

"I think having a jealous dragon is the least of you problems," Hiccup growled as he sat her on a bench in a quiet corner. "What if someone had overheard you? And do you know how much trouble we can get into if those girls rattle on us?"

"They won't tell, babe. It wouldn't be honourable. Besides…" Astrid grabbed the collar of his tunic and pulled him down with a vicious yank. "I have dirties on them, too."

"I do NOT want to know," he said as he tried to free himself from her solid grip. But she kept pulling him in, drawing him to her face with rough tugs. Persistent. Teasing.

"You know, I do feel like riding a dragon tonight." Her eyes gleamed mischievously, still catching glimmers of red from the burning fire. Her lips were sultry and plump as she tried to nip at his collarbone.

"Yours, actually… And by dragon I obviously mean cock."

She poked his crotch with her left hand. Hiccup all but yelped trying to back away. There was something rather unnerving about the way she seemed so relaxed with her overt dallying.

"Astrid!" He hissed, finally tugging free from her prying hands, his eyes darting around in search for a scowl among the nearby crowd. There was none. Nobody had taken note of them – yet. "Are you crazy?"

"Maybe," she conceded, her eyelashes fluttering maddeningly as she settled for a devious smirk, "for you."

Hiccup sighed. He let his hands rest at his waist as he lifted his chin and tapped his good foot on the floor.

"You're drunk."

Astrid scoffed, patting her thighs dismissively as she stood – her skirt rode up just so, her eyes lifted to give him that look. Hiccup swallowed as she neared him with small footsteps.

"I'm not that drunk," she purred, bringing her fingers up to her hair, "just a little tipsy…" Her hips swayed with purpose, her lips curled subtly as she danced away from him. A warm, inviting tightness gathered below Hiccup's waist. He loved watching her from behind.

He loved taking her from behind.

"You can test out my balance if you want."

He followed as she led them away from the crowd, until they could barely hear the songs being sung or the fire crackling as it devoured the air around it, into a small passage between tall houses where moonlight barely reached.

Astrid moved like a cat barely awoken from sleep; somewhat bouncily, yet graceful. She put her hands to the side of a house, leaning up against it, flaunting her backside as she bent over.

Hiccup clicked his tongue, his eyes tracing her figure in the dark.

"I don't want to take advantage of a drunken woman, you know…"

Her breath hitched when she heard his belt unbuckle.

"Then let me take advantage of a sober man."

A shiver flared in her belly when his hands gripped her cheeks, pulling her skirt up.

"You always do like to be in control, don't you Milady?"

He brought her leggings down, along with her underwear. The cool air on her skin didn't seem to ease the searing heat that dripped between her thighs.

She could barely breathe.

"Yes."

"I'd like to see you tame these deadly 'nethers' then…"

"Stop talking."

"Sorry."

SHOW HIM WHO'S BOSS

Moonlight barely filtered through the window. A candle burned small, its light hesitant and flickering in the corner of the bedchambers, seemingly exhausted after hours of burning down to the last bit of wax.

It was warm and damp inside that bedroom. Two lovers shared a bed, their breaths and the temperature of their skins radiating a slick heat. The scent of lovemaking filled the air, enticing and primeval.

The bed creaked with a steady cadence, following the thrusting motions that rocked life into both bodies.

But then the rhythm slowed.

"Did… did you just yawn?"

Astrid's droopy eyes suddenly widened to attention. She pursed her lips and slightly shook her head. "…no."

Right then one lone, lazy sleepy tear trickled from the side of her eye and down her cheek. Hiccup gave her an unimpressed look, his eyebrows rising and disappearing under his hair.

"You did. You just yawned." His hips stopped moving upon her. "I saw that."

She groaned, rolling her eyes around with a small scoff. "Hiccup, I'm just sleepy. I was fast asleep when you woke me up!"

He made to pull out, but with her legs she kept him in place. He scowled at her. "So what now, you're not entertained?"

"Well, now I'm not! Why did you stop?" She tried rocking gently beneath him, but Hiccup remained unmoving, though she could still feel him throb within her. He was being stubborn.

"Because you yawned! I just – ugh," he groaned, out of frustration more than pleasure.

She saw it in his face, then: the insecurity, the awkwardness. She could tell from the way his brow furrowed – his pride was a little wounded. A small bubble of guilt grew in her chest.

"Hiccup, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to – "

"Never mind, it's fine. I'll just let you go back to sleep." This time he managed to pull himself from her, his eyes avoiding hers; he lay on the bed by her side and turned his back to her, not another word spoken.

Well, this was no good. She'd been sleepy, yes, but felt more than conscious enough to enjoy their session. A mild irritation seemed to take the place of guilt. He was not going to leave her hanging over a tantrum, not if she could do something about it.

"You know, if you want to wake me up properly," Astrid said, rolling over him and forcing him to lie on his back, "you could try a little bit of this."

Hiccup protested; he tried to move his arms to touch her, to push her off him, but Astrid grabbed his wrists and wrestled him. She restrained his arms over his head. The effect this angle had on his biceps was enough to flicker an enticing little throb from the pit of her stomach. The bare skin of his belly, the soft patch of hair that surrounded his navel, and every single ripple of his muscles felt like a purposeful caress between her legs.

On top, she was in control. Of every single movement, of the angle and speed, of the force with which she ground her hips upon him.

His surprised face only added to her feeling of empowerment. "What are you doing?" He tried pulling his hands free; she pressed his arms harder against the bedframe.

"Showing you how to wake me up properly. Now, stay still."

She rose her hips, sliding up to his very tip, but never pulling away entirely. His hoarse moan mingled with hers when she brought herself back down, burying him deep inside the clamping heat.

Astrid licked her lips victoriously, satisfied with how she worked him into obedience. It could have been the sudden burst of adrenaline, it could have been from the drinks she'd had at dinner, it could have been seeing her lover bound by her own hands – whatever it was, something stirred an unusual audacity within her. She felt wicked.

"Be a good boy, Hiccup… Tell me you want me."

His eyebrows knit in perplexity. "I… what?"

She stopped grinding and brought her lips to his ears, letting her cheek rest against his temple. Astrid felt him throb when she murmured, "Tell me… you want me."

Hiccup slanted his face. He tried to kiss her, but she pulled away with an impish shake of her head. He sighed and rolled his eyes, but grinned devilishly at her; Astrid hissed the moment he bucked into her with a satisfying jerk of his pelvis.

Well, at least he wasn't sulking anymore.

"I want you, Milady," he said, his fists rapping against the bedframe. "I want you." Her thighs clenched around his midriff as she tried to take back control of the situation. Hiccup twisted beneath her, a tormenting movement that almost made her lose her focus. "Astrid, I want you."

She had to kiss him, had to bend down over him and press her whole body against his, had to enforce her weight upon him. "Babe, stop." Her message was clear: she was the one in control. He wasn't allowed to move.

The motion started again, propelled by the muscles of her thighs; gently, softly, she sensed every tremulous inch of him, unsheathing only to spear herself back upon him – again, and again, and again, always slowly.

She revelled in the way Hiccup beheld her.

"Please," he beseeched, rapture etched into his every feature, "go faster." His lips parted as he drew laborious breaths, hungry eyes narrowing on her swaying breasts. "Please. Do it… Astrid… do it."

Astrid picked up the pace, feeling a familiar heat begin to unfurl as she pulled him into firm strokes deep inside her. It was getting hard to tell which one of them was panting harder; which one of them gasped louder.

Astrid felt a fever gradually possess her, felt it draw all control from her rapidly unbinding grasp. She had to chase the fleeting sensation with thrusts that became more frantic, more desperate with each flicker of her surging pulse.

Her rhythm faltered; her sighs ascended into shameless moans, the muscles in her arms tensed and her stomach tightened –

And then Hiccup sat up, pushing her hands apart, gripping her wrists with startling force. It was Astrid's turn to cry out in surprise. The feeling of being flipped over on the brink of orgasm forced her strangled voice to catch in her throat.

She was helpless against him.

He spun her around, pinning her to the bed with her backside turned to him. It was his turn to weight down on her, to frame her body with his and keep her there, unmoving, her face buried in the pillows. She squirmed beneath him, and it seemed her attempts to free herself only roused him further.

Astrid felt him, hard and long, rest against her entrance. But he didn't push in; he merely stayed there, breathing heatedly into the nape of her neck.

"Now you," he said, voice husky and coarse, one of his hands painfully holding hers against the small of her back, "tell me you want me."

No. No, it wasn't supposed to go this way. She was the one in control, not him. She was –

"Oh, Gods!"

Key word: she was.

Now he was in charge. His free hand dug between the bed sheets, and expertly found her pearl in one swift motion. He stroked her, the way heknew would make her come undone. And she did…

"Tell me," he insisted, teasing her with the motionless pressure of his fingers against her folds. "Tell me."

She caved in.

She wanted to, really. She'd do anything for him to just move.

"I want you…"

Hiccup kissed the side of her neck with surplus force; she could almost feel the smile of his lips on her skin. "Louder."

"I want – ah! – I want… you… ah…"

Finally. His fingers moved once again, circling her clit with just the right pressure. She tried to buck against him, despite her movements being hindered.

"Hiccup… Babe." She wanted to kiss him, to lick him, to bite him, but couldn't. It drove her wild. "Please, just do it…"

"Do what?"

Oh, he was playing her good. His fingers wouldn't stop. It was agonizing. She needed him back in her, even if she had to supplicate.

"Go. Just go… in… go in…"

He nibbled her earlobe, and every pore of her skin seemed to prickle with sheer static. "Say it right. Tell me what you want, Astrid. Tell me."

Astrid would feel the bruises in her back the next day. She didn't care. She didn't care about anything – about being sore, about grovelling, about mewling like she was in heat.

"Fuck me," she whimpered, her voice hesitant and small at first. But the fire fuelled her nerve, stripped her of all sense of propriety. Hiccup was the one person she could lose it with, anyway.

This time she spoke loudly, on purpose, her voice strained with an urgency she could not care to mask. "Fuck me, babe… Please, fuck me. Fuu – uh! Oh…!"

He speared himself inside her, up to the very hilt.

Very few things in this world can compare to the sensation of a first thrust: the sensation of completion and fulfilment. Hiccup awaited a few seconds, drinking in the feeling, before rocking into her.

But Hiccup didn't take things slow like she had.

He took her with a burning lust, his frenzied fingers not once relieving their ministrations. In the end he toppled to the bed at her side, breathless and dizzy and sweat-soaked, as was she.

"So… tell me…" Hiccup caressed her face, catching a bead of sweat that fell from her temple, panting. "Is that how… you want me to… wake you up?"

Astrid nodded, unable to keep the sheepish smile off her face.

"Yeah… Now pull… the covers back up… and go to sleep."

He did as she asked; then he hugged her from behind, this time kissing her neck and her shoulders with delicate tenderness, his fingers trailing small circles on her bent elbow. "I'm sorry. If I was too rough – "

"You were great, Hiccup." Astrid sighed, feeling sated, her eyes now beginning to droop. "I'm a warrior… I can handle some tough love."

"Next time, I'll actually let you boss me around."

Astrid chuckled. "You're gonna regret that, Hiccup Haddock."

END

Hope you've enjoyed them, if you hadn't read them yet. Let me know! Please drop by with a review.

I have quite a few others I haven't posted yet, but these were the raunchier ones. XD

(My tumblr username is Nefertsukia, in case someone wants to ask)

Now to some messages I got:

As for the guest who asked for more of chapter 14's stuff, well... working on a similar one, but from Hicup's P.O.V., if you're interested let me know! :p

A Person: (also chapter 14) My age is on my profile, actually. ;)

Kittylover: thank you for the smileys. :)

carol dsouza: (chapter 20) Astrid and Hiccup are five years old in that one, which I did say at some point during the narrative, so she and Hiccup haven't had intercourse, obviously. :p (pelo nome, pareces ser Brasileira... estarei errada?)

nanypops: oh my goodness you crazy person, you reviewed a bunch of my chapters in a row, so thank you for that!