A/N: Well you'll be pleased to know this story isn't abandoned. Got two chapters for you today. First this, set later on the day H&A escaped the hospital after the Grimmel episode. About time that this story lived up to its rating. It's been a while at any rate.

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"Why don't you go ahead, milady? I'll pay for the room."

"Alright, see you soon!"

She kissed him on the cheek and left with her keycard.

Later, when he arrived at the room and entered with his own keycard, he looked around for only a second before he hurried to shut the door.

"Was your plan to give me a heart attack? What if housekeeping had come in?"

"Then I would have covered myself with the duvet, duh," an entirely naked Astrid Hofferson said. "I am lying on a bed after all. You worry too much."

"Better too much than not at all."

"Hush you and come over here. I want you."

"Okay, my other question then: any particular reason you have your hair down? We both know that I don't mind at all, but still…"

Astrid grimaced for a moment, before relaxing while idly twirling a few strands of her hair around a finger. "I feel comfortable with you. Safe. Even though you're forced to hide things about yourself because of your job. Like knowing how to hotwire a car. What I'm trying to say is you can tell me things anytime. I won't judge or tell anyone else."

"Everyone judges, even if just for little things. I think you should as well, particularly in my case."

"Agree to disagree. But anyway, c'mere," Astrid patted the space beside her, on the bed.

"Shouldn't I get undressed first?"

"No. At least not yet."

He stared at her, perplexed, but she simply patted the space next to her again.

So he lay down next to her. Turning to lay on her side for a moment, she smiled at him, then slid off the bed, taking position at its foot.

He sat up to look at her when he felt her take off his shoes, followed by his socks. Then she sat on her heels with her knees touching the ground and smirked up at him.

"When's the last time you had a blow job?"

"Towards the end of our first date, before we went to bed. Remember?"

"So only Cami before that then, yes?"

"Yeah?"

"Good. Move closer then."

His confusion returned tenfold. "Good? What do you mean good?"

"I'm going to try and not use my hands."

"How…?"

Astrid simply licked her lips and grinned at him. "Sit on the edge of the bed and find out."

Throat suddenly dry, Hiccup nodded and obeyed, saying nothing more. Then, when he was in position at the foot of the bed, Astrid exhaled.

Feeling her breath on his crotch, his cock stirred and twitched. He groaned. "Astrid, don't tease me please..."

She could see that he was restricted in his jeans, so she wasted no more time in gripping the zip between her teeth and tugging it down slowly over his cock until he sighed at the ease of pressure. But then she paused, wondering how she was going to pull down the thicker material of his jeans with only her mouth.

She needn't have worried, as Hiccup took care of that himself, eagerly pushing the denim down to his knees.

Well, nothing in her self-imposed challenge said he couldn't help out.

She flashed him an appreciative smile, then darted forward to mouth him through the fabric of his boxers, teasing the wet heat of her mouth without really giving him what he craved, all the while hearing him plead with her to do more.

Eventually, she heeded him. Teeth gripping the waistband of his boxers, she dragged it down to his lower thighs, letting his cock out and he immediately gasped, feeling the slightly colder air of the room compared to the warmth of her mouth.

He mumbled something that went almost unheard, focused as Astrid was on her task.

"What?" she drew back to gaze up at his face, which bore a smile.

"The thing you just did with your teeth was sexy," he paused and flushed, suddenly embarrassed, "Sexy to me," he amended. "Getting undressed that way."

He gave her a thumbs up and she snorted. "Dork."

He shrugged. "Yeah. Now, please continue."

Once back in position, Astrid pressed his manhood against her forehead, then licked the underside all the way to the head.

Flicking her tongue over his head a few times and tasting precum, she stopped, making eye contact with him before she opened wide and took him into her mouth. He pulsed in response to Astrid finally sucking him properly, throbbing between her lips as she took him in deeper, setting the pace. Hiccup, with little else to do, tried to remain as still as possible as Astrid was no slouch in her work as she swallowed, then released him, only to release him and Hiccup's moans showcased his state, which deteriorated in a good way whenever she twirled her tongue around his head.

Astrid was little better, aroused and wet for the way his hips twitched in an effort not to move, the sounds he made, the way he reached down and cradled the back of her head gently. In the back of her mind, she wondered if Hiccup even knew he was stroking her hair. It felt nice.

Taking him in further, her nose brushed his pelvis as she kept up her sucking, ignoring her gag reflex despite every instinct telling her to pull back. Abruptly, she did just that. Her previous pace slowed as she pulled back, but then reached his pelvis again. And again. And again and again and again.

"Fuck!" She heard him swear suddenly, long after she lost count of how many times she had did this. "Astrid, I'm gonna-"

True to his warning, she felt his cock swell against her tongue, but she wasn't going to stop. She drew back, leaving just his head inside and kept sucking when his hand; which had been stroking her hair, gripped it tightly at the exact moment he spilt down her throat.

She took her time to swallow, then opened her mouth to let his softening manhood slip out.

Rising to her feet, she regarded his dazed eyes that stared unfocused for a moment before registering her again, by which point Astrid had gotten underneath the duvet, next to him on the bed.

"We don't have condoms. Didn't bring any," she told him when he raised an eyebrow at her.

"…So we can't do anything else today. Love it."

"Well we could, just it would be more fun for me than for you."

"What?" He asked, to which Astrid pointed somewhere specific.

"Ah… yeah, I guess you could say that. But you'd be wrong to think it's not fun for me as well."

It was Astrid's turn to raise an eyebrow, but she was filled with delight as Hiccup took the opportunity to kick off his shoes, socks and lastly his jeans, before pulling his boxers back up and proceeding to lie down next to her on top of the duvet, while she remained beneath it.

"What are you waiting for?" He asked, and Astrid realised she had tuned out for a moment.

Well with an invitation like this, how can I refuse?

…

Astrid's thighs flexed around his head as he moved his tongue, gratified to hear her moaning and feel her grinding down against his face, greedily chasing the sensations Hiccup's mouth offered.

Circling his tongue around her clit, Hiccup smirked as Astrid growled in complaint at being teased before he dove in, sucking and licking at tender flesh, giving her the contact she craved. After a particularly sharp tug to his hair, Astrid's hand moved and when he looked up, Hiccup felt his cock pulse at the sight of her playing with herself, squeezing a breast and tugging at her nipple.

Hiccup suspected any hotel occupants in nearby rooms would hear Astrid's noises through the walls, but he felt very little guilt in the moment as Astrid rutted against his tongue, feeling her arousal wet across his cheeks and chin. His tongue started to ache but he powered through, hearing Astrid grow louder as her thighs began to quiver around his head.

He nipped at whatever skin he could reach a few times, knowing Astrid especially liked small amounts of pain when she was close to climax. She shivered, legs becoming a vice as Hiccup sucked her clit between his lips and clamped down harder when his teeth started nipping at her tender flesh, making her moan until he felt her press down harder still somehow, knowing by the way she shuddered all over that she was close to the edge.

So he bit down gently to push her over. And so with one last moan, drawn out and especially lustful, she reached a hand behind his head to press his face more firmly against her, just as she came apart, wetting his face as she climaxed.

"Fuck, you're good at that," she mewled, chest heaving in the aftermath as she slowly started to relax.

Hiccup simply chuckled as he helped her get off of him to lay down on the bed instead, flushed but looking happy as she lazily stretched out next to him.

"Not the first time you've said that, you know."

"That's because it's true."

He shook his head. "I'll be right back. Got to wash my face. In the meantime, please practice not stroking my ego."

"You have one?" She asked.

"Doesn't everyone?" He countered, stepping into the bathroom.

Astrid decided not to respond and simply lay down on the bed, gazing up at the ceiling while she waited for Hiccup to return.

When he did, she sat up. "Lose the boxers? I want to feel all of you."

He was silent as he pondered this, but then he exhaled ever so slightly heavier before she heard shuffling. "Alright. I've done it. Scoot over."

She did so, pulling a corner of the duvet open for him. Then, when the bed dipped slightly and he relaxed beside her, she rolled over and her lips sought his, but only briefly before parting again and shifting to whisper in his ear. "I never said I was done, earlier babe."

She punctuated her point by nibbling on his ear lobe, then gently biting down for real and he shuddered.

"One more time?" He asked, breath a tad heavier already, showcasing his brewing enjoyment.

Like before, she took that as a good sign. "One more time."

Astrid moistened her lips and then got under the duvet.

…

A few hours later, Astrid was stirred from sleep by the feel of the bed dipping slightly as he climbed out of bed, likely to get dressed.

After spending a few minutes in silence simply listening to him, she rolled over. "Hiccup?"

The bed shifted a little and she figured he was looking at her. She couldn't exactly see his face however. "Astrid… sorry, did I wake you?"

"No," she lied. "Where are you going?"

"Berk. Got to head back so I don't end up being considered AWOL."

"Yeah, I guess that would be bad…"

She trailed off as the bed creaked as Hiccup crawled across it, moving close to her. She could just barely make him out.

"I want to share a fantasy with you…" He whispered. "Something for us to try sometime, if you want."

"What…?"

"Move a bit closer. I want to whisper it in your ear. I want to make sure nobody else can eavesdrop."

Heart speeding up just a little, she nodded and shuffled closer as requested.

His breath brushed her ear before he began to whisper his idea.

When he was done, she was thankful for the darkness of the room, because she was blushing, but out of lust, curiosity and the smallest amount of fear that she wouldn't enjoy said event.

"We're getting married sooner. Screw waiting until spring. I will get married wearing a winter's jacket and goggles if I have to."

Hiccup's laugh thundered almost too loud near her ear but proved infectious as soon she was laughing too.

"Mind if I do that too?"

"If it's cold out at the cove, I will kill you if you don't. Regardless of what anyone else says, you listen to me, okay?"

"Thank you, milady."

"Anytime."

"How soon do you want to get married? Because I know a guy who can officiate."

"I can take a sick day out on a Monday, then head back to Berk to meet this person on the Saturday before said Monday, and buy a dress. That would give us plenty of time I think."

"Someone's suddenly eager. You must really like my idea, huh. Well I'll text you when my guy is ready to be vetted by you. And I'll defer to you for the scheduling for the wedding guests and bridesmaids and all that."

"Good," she reached out, cupped his face and kissed him, sucked on his lower lip, then pulled away.

"Now, didn't you say you needed to go back to Berk?" She smirked. "What are you still doing here? Go on. Shoo."

"Tease."

"You put an idea in my head that is unfairly erotic, and we don't have condoms so we can't try it out. I'm just returning the favour, babe."

"My point remains. Tease," Regardless, he got off the bed, making it creak and headed for the door. "See you in a week or something then?"

"I'll text you the details."

"Alright."

He opened the door, and some light came through, a thin line on the wall beside the door.

"Do you really need to go?" She asked.

With the added light, she could see him turn around and look at her.

"You know that I must. To keep you safe, Astrid."

He left, and the darkness returned to the room as the door closed, and with it, a heavy weight to her chest.

But who keeps you safe, Hiccup?