I'm back! This story is a little fast-paced and is a rollercoaster. I personally think this was my favourite chapter to write from both my stories. And also NSFW! Enjoy!
The dark-bellied clouds growled and twisted around each other, ultimately covering the sky above them. The waves danced with the wind, doing their best to halt our boats. As the winds were not in our favour, the sails had been rolled up, and the sailors were now rowing the boats to our unknown destination.
We had been on the boats for hours on end. I didn't even know how long it had been, since without the view of the sun you could hardly tell the time. Worse, there was no place to train or pass your time since it was the Viking longboat with a small deck, unlike the large open decks on the Order of the Dreki fleets. We would have sailed much quicker in those ships and would have probably reached our destination on dragon back by now. I inwardly growled.
I had nothing to do, and my anger was as loud as the thunder above. I had my axe on my back but no target, I had my books, which Hiccup had recommended, but no place to read it, it was a nightmare. You can probably tell I am a woman with no patience, and this journey was just making me want to kill my father even more.
If marrying a stranger wasn't enough, I was stuck on a boat without anything to do or anyone to talk to. Way to piss me off even more Dad! I glared at him, he didn't take notice as he was busy giving the sailors orders. On the other hand, my mother saw my intense 'death glare' and frowned. I sighed and looked back towards the cold cold ocean.
The cold wind blew against my face, the wind bitting my ears and nose. Shivering, I pulled my furs tighter around my shoulders. A wave of anger rolled over me once again – the very thought of belonging to someone else, to be someone's property, enraged me. The fact that I was being traded like sheep made me even more furious.
"I wish you'd consider changing, Astrid. You don't look like a chief's daughter." The concern in my mother's voice made me turn around quickly. "I wish you'd consider not selling off your daughter to our unknown enemy." I talked back.
Her mother's frown deepened, gazing upon her thoughtfully. They'd always been close, but this union had wedged a rift between them. "You look like your father." her mother whispered, "He didn't take kindly to our marriage either."
I blinked, surprised. "What?" I stared after my mother. I had no idea that my parent's marriage had been arranged. They'd been so happy, always had been. She sighed and with a look of disappointment, she turned away to go talk to my father.
At least she had someone to talk to, I was forced to keep a counsel of my father's choosing. Havlor had refused to allow Ruffnut or any of my other friends on the ship with me. I looked once again into the frigid sea, I was a strong swimmer and it would be a lie to say that I hadn't at least considered swimming away to a nearby island, but it would not only destroy my honour but might also start a war with the enemy tribe.
Since they were our long-time rivals it wouldn't surprise me if a war would start anyway. That would mean the union would be cancelled and I could go home and live my life with Hiccup. But this idea had also been destroyed when my father told me that their two tribes have signed a blood agreement, to not attack the other tribe and also since the two tribes had not fought for a decade, peace was a more likely outcome than war.
But that didn't mean I had to like the arrangement. Nor did it mean that I had to make it easy on the unknown heir. In fact, I had no intention of making it easy on him. I was the Fearless heir, not some pawn in an ill-conceived political alliance. I looked once again across the endless unknown of jagged waves, and that's when I saw it, in the distance, a tall narrow peak. It was hidden slightly behind the drizzle from the skies above, but if you tried hard enough you could see it.
I heard my father turn to his crew and shout directions to the port of the upcoming island. We were here. It was probably the first time any of them had come to the island on peaceful terms. I looked at the ever-growing island and frowned. This was it, all my plans to abandon my upcoming marriage were out the window, and there was no turning back.
The clouds somewhat instantly vanished, and the outline of the Isle became instantly clearer on the horizon, backlit by the yellow glow of the midday sun. Frejya Island was a humble island a few hours south but it was big enough for their small tribe, but this island was the polar opposite, with looming snow-capped peaks, vast lush green forests and meadows the island was huge. This was going to be my new home... I didn't like that idea one bit, but nevertheless, this was to be my future, this was to be my domain.
We were near enough now to see the flurry of activity on the docks of the large island. I lifted my chin, the wind burning my nose with its icy fingers. As we docked our seven longboats simultaneously, I could see the outlines of Ruffnut and Tuffnut who were on the second boat with their parents. The whole of Fearless Tribe was to come for the union and that meant everyone had come on a total of seven boats and had sailed behind us to this massive... MAN.
She stepped onto the docks behind her parents when she saw him, a large man as big as a mountain, the man was at least twice the size of her father and any normal Viking. He had bright red hair and a beard that stopped over his stomach. He had a large stone hammer attached to his belt, swaying as he walked, smiling.
"Havlor!" The large man exclaimed. "Stoick!" My father greeted back like they were old friends and not enemies. "Ah, I am so glad you agreed to this contract, it will benefit both our tribes greatly!" My future father-in-law stated before adding, "Now let me see the Most Beautiful Shieldmaiden in Midgard." I chuckled, my future father-in-law, wasted no time with introductions, straight to the point just how I liked to have a conversation.
That's when I saw him, a short Viking with black hair and a horrified expression. He stood alongside three other elders in front of the other tribe members. Was that my intended? Was I supposed to marry someone shorter than me, someone who cowered in Stoick's presence?
I lifted my chin, looking down at my future husband. Despite his unfortunate height deficiency, he had bulky biceps and solid shoulders. And, while on the one hand, I didn't like the way he seemed to be scared of his father, on the other, at least he'd be easy for me to control. But again he was no Hiccup...
I was brought my thoughts when I heard my father's stern voice, "Astrid, come meet your new father-in-law." I walked over beside my mother and looked the gigantic chief dead in the eyes. I was not going to show him fear, I was trying to establish just who I was and how I was to be treated.
The gathered crowd eyed me speculatively, a gentle murmur flowing through them. I lifted my chin even more and stared back at them. Let them look. But to my surprise, Stoick smiled at me. "The stories are true of your beauty, Astrid, and I cannot wait to see your skills as a warrior." He told me. I was flabbergasted.
I was about to respond when my father asked my future father, "I don't see my future son-in-law Stoick, where might he be?" I smirked. Where, indeed, had the horizontally-challenged heir run off to? Maybe now was the time my father declared war on the basis that the marriage contract was broken. I could then go home. Yes!
Stoick frowned before turning around and calling out to someone, the short Viking reappeared only to run off again. I frowned was that not my future husband? "Don't worry Havlor, my son is an adventurer at heart and loves spending time in our vast forests, he probably lost track of time... he will be here any min-"
"I'm here... I'm here sorry I was late... lost track of time..." A familiar nasally voice called out from between the onlookers. I frowned, that voice, I knew that voice, I loved that voice, a mop of auburn hair made his way through the crowd. I stepped back, and my whole facade of a strong independent warrior disappeared. Hiccup! It was Hiccup, my Hiccup... He was going to be my future husband, I stared at him, into his deep green eyes. He looked at me and stopped mid-step and stared.
Yeah... Soooo I was wrong, about almost everything, the heir isn't a cocky arrogant fool. My life wasn't ruined. I didn't have to tell Hiccup because he already knew. I couldn't be happier. I was getting married to my boyfriend, I was getting married to the one person I truly loved on Midgard. I was getting married to a person who knew all my secrets, a person who would support and take care of me for the person I was and not treat me like a trophy wife, a person who would love me.
"A-astrid?!" He whispered, I then remembered he hadn't told me about the union, he was getting married and hadn't told me, so I replied with a slight arrogance, "Hiccup." He smiled, his crooked signature smile, the smile which effectively broke me, it melted my heart, and all the anger just washed away with the cold icy wind.
"Wait, you two know each other?" My father asked frowning, he had not told me the identity of my future husband so that I would not decline the deal. He had thought I would hate being married to a skinny, fishbone or the heir who was weak and useless... and boy was he wrong. Hiccup is the only person I could see myself marrying with love.
"Uh-h... yes sir, we do know each other, we have been friends since the last chieftain summit two years ago." Hiccup stated, quickly making up the lie. I smirked, we had known each other for a lot longer but that was the only time we had met each other with our parents present, it was the first summit my father took me to, as he thought I had come of age. I hadn't really gotten any time to speak to him at the summit but it was just a lie to fool our fathers. "Yeah... we became really close friends ever since, we write letters to each other regularly." I also stated. Hiccup blushed while looking down, and I smirked. Why not make my future husband flustered, after all, it was the truth.
I don't think Stoick minded that I had a secret relationship with his son, because he smiled before saying, "Look at these two, practically in love already." He said while laughing and resting a hand on my intended's shoulder. My parents frowned at me. They were surprised that I hadn't told them about my secret relationship. I didn't know what to say so I just looked down and followed Stoick as he dragged my beloved through the crowd leading my family on a tour of Berk and then ultimately to Berk's Great Hall.
The awkward conversation was soon forgotten as my father and Stoick discussed how the tribes could benefit from this arrangement or the ways to defend each of the tribes against enemies. Speaking of my tribe they were all bonding surprisingly really well. A few of the Berkians were showing my people around the island and where we would be staying. A large temporary camp with huts on the other side of the village had been created to accommodate us. I had listened to every word when Stoick had taken us on the tour around the island, trying to picture Hiccup growing up here with the help of the stories he had told me from when he was younger.
Speaking of Hiccup, Hiccup was now standing in front of me with an outstretched hand. I smiled and quickly took it as we both hand in hand ran out of the crowded hall and into the chilly afternoon. He quietly led me to a storeroom beside the Great Hall. The second he closed the door, I jumped onto him, hungrily kissing him. He took a few seconds to realize what was happening but slowly started to kiss me back with his soft, warm lips.
We slowly broke apart to catch our breath, and as we did I asked him, "Why didn't you tell me about this? I didn't tell you because I was afraid but why didn't you... you weren't afraid were you?" Hiccup smiled slightly, "I didn't tell you because I didn't know what to do about this, I needed a plan, I wanted time to fully understand the situation before I told you about this. So that we could do something about this." I smiled back. It didn't matter that he hadn't told me, he still trusted me and he knew I trusted him and that is the important thing. Besides how could you be mad at a man as handsome as Hiccup?
I looked at his slightly parted pink lips, it looked so soft, so warm, it should be against the law to tease someone like that. But who was I kidding I loved those lips on mine and I was going to show him... "I used to hide back here alone when I was a kid during feasts." Hiccup said in between the heated kiss. His breath caught at the pressure of my hand on his chest. "You're not alone now." I told him while breathing heavily, "No, I'm not."
Hiccup jumped back into what his desire led him to do. He gripped my waist with both hands and wrapped an arm around my waist as his other hand bunched up the skirts of my dress and slithered underneath in search of my delectable spot. His fingers untied my undergarment and pushed it down enough for his hand to crawl in.
I didn't allow shyness to stop me from handling his lower parts. I knew I could work him into a frenzy using my adept hands. Hiccup wasn't as bold as me and I'd patiently wait out his hesitance of using his member to pleasure me. He was the only person I was patient with. We had not done this in the last few months, and all that bottled-up desire was now flowing through each of us.
As the minutes passed, my gasps encouraged him to work me until I had melted against him, and my knees were threatening to give way. He swept my long, cascading hair over my shoulder to plant kisses along my throat.
He hiked up my skirt and tugged my undergarment halfway down my legs. He made quick work of his own breeches. Soon, we were both in a 'union', [get it]. His heartbeat vibrated against my chest as he guided my back to the haystack in the corner. I needed something to hold me steady. Even with the layers of material bunched up on them, he had found my womanhood on the first try, holding my hips and thrusting into me. We rocked against each other, the pleasure I hadn't felt in a long time engulfed me.
I turned my head, seeking my arm to stifle my scream that was threatening to call attention from the Great Hall. It was that stifled noise that pushed Hiccup over the edge. He pressed heavier against me, hissing his pleasure into my ear.
I remained under him, panting. Hiccup chuckled. Warmth seeped into my chest as I smiled into his bright green eyes. After the dirty deed was taken care of, we quickly got dressed and he helped re-braid my hair which had hay sticking out of it in every direction. "You look beautiful..." He told me as he intercrossed my blonde hair to form an intricate braid. I smiled while responding, "My mom thought I was dressed like a commoner, worried that I wouldn't make a good impression." "To me Milady, you would look beautiful in rags." Hiccup said, using the only nickname I liked to be called.
When he finished braiding my hair, I dusted off a few foreign strands of hay from my skirt and looked up to see my beloved with an amused expression on his face. "What?" I asked just before he attacked my lips one final time, before the door burst open...
A loud clatter made us turn our attention to the short man standing at the door, at his feet lay a wooden cup with mead spilt around it. The smell of mead filled the room as it was soaked into the soil. "Snotlout, wait!" Hiccup said effectively making the short Viking stop. Wait a minute... This was SNOTLOUT?! Hiccup's childhood bully. The same person I had thought to be the heir was instead Hiccup's biggest tormentor and his cousin?!
"You are Snotlout?" I asked the vertically challenged Viking, but all he did was nod surprised to see his 'loser of a useless cousin' making out with the most beautiful maiden, who was soon to be his wife. He was clearly surprised when he found out me and Hiccup were good friends, and was even more surprised when I sat next to Hiccup and talked and laughed to no end at the Great Hall. To be honest I think everyone from my tribe including my family was surprised that I was laughing and genuinely happy with who they thought was nothing but a complete stranger to me.
I walked up to him as menacingly as I could and then pulled him towards me while slightly lifting him in the air. He was afraid, I could see it in his eyes, "Look here you short son of a half-troll, if you ever speak of what you saw today or you come after my future husband I will make personally stuff your manhood up your-". "Oh-Okay... I think he got the point, Astrid." Hiccup looked at me, clearly uncomfortable with this situation. I looked back at the Viking in front of me and gave him my infamous 'death glare' before letting him go.
I don't think I had seen anyone run so fast before, I had met the person who had made my Hiccup's life a living hell and I will make sure that he pays for it. All in all, it was a good day, the deed me and Hiccup had done had not been forgotten.
I turned around and held out my hand for him to take, "Thank you, Milady." He said while placing a small kiss on my hand. I blushed while he led me hand in hand back to the feast, I squeezed his hand, in thanks for his compliment. I knew he could have taken care of his cousin on his own but he still had to keep his secret identity hidden.
Now I knew how he must feel every day, helpless, just as I had when I was being forced to get married. His must have been so much worse, with no one ever loving him and constantly being beaten up. I was sure Snotlout would have abused Hiccup in the store room if I hadn't been there. It hurt me that Hiccup had to live like that for fifteen years with no friends except for Fishlegs. But at least now he had people who looked up to him and had me... Now I knew the life of a runt.