A/N: So, this is the first request. It's from NightHaddock and I so had to do it! :D
Request: „I was thinking that there could be a oneshot where Hiccup decides to show Astrid the dragons edge and tell her the stories of the war, Johann and Krogan. There could be a smut scene in Hiccups hut but they get interrupted by the gang who learn where the chief and chieftess are and decide they wanna visit Dragons Edge too. Kinda cringy but hope you like it." I was hooked on the whole idea. I mean? Dragon's Edge? Yes! Smutty Scene? You got me! Cringyness because of the gang? There you have it!
So, I hope you enjoy this OS and to anyone, who has an idea: I am open and I will try my best to do it :D
So yeah – Smut down bellow and a story that is longer, than I had first intended. :D
Unprofessional
Freedom has always been so important to her – almost her whole life. Just imagining all the things she could do, had always given her goose bumps and a certain bubbly feeling of bliss within her stomach. It had meant for her to go where ever she wanted, to do what she loved and to believe in, what was best for her.
Sure – as the heir of the Hofferson clan, she always had a certain amount of these freedoms, though...it had never felt the same. After all – she had always these restrictions. Rules to follow, Manners to keep, thoughts to hide. Not only because they had laughed at her when she had been younger – not even she had wanted to fit into her mother's molt.
But to be strong, when her people were in need.
And it had worked to a certain degree, but only when she pushed the very thought of 'freedom' back into her mind, to just keep going, until everything would have been solved in a magic way – and she didn't even believe in magic!
Though...she never had thought about the exact way, how she would regain this piece of self-control over her life, which she had always wished for. Maybe with keeping up that stern smile and the warriors facade. Maybe with fighting and slaughtering innocent creatures, that dared to cross her path. Or...maybe with finding the right man, when the time had been right.
But nothing had worked – for keeping on her mask had only made it worse. Killing these pure, winged reptiles was something, she now considered as a crime and her own younger self would have mourned her each and every misstep. And finding the right man? Well..., she now knew, that no man would given her this freedom she had always yearned for.
After all – there had always been more to this 'freedom', than she had thought and only she – her very self – was able to give it to her. By letting go of old believes and changing to become the young woman, she had always meant to be. Somebody to give her tribe peace. Somebody they could look up to – especially young girls, who yet had to find themselves. But also somebody, who was willing to give love and earn it in return.
Sure...she had great help with becoming this very person, but in the end, it had been her very own choice, for she could have made a step into the opposite direction. But no – she had taken the very path, that lead her there – on the very back of one of these gorgeous reptiles, she had always hunted down, but was admiring more now, than ever before.
And she smiled – spreading her arms wide, so the wind could rush past her in every way, her hair dancing madly around her, while she deeply inhaled the clean and cold air around her.
Yes this – despite being about to fulfill one of many chiefing duties - was freedom. This carelessness high above the clouds. The beauty of waves and land underneath, with nothing but the endless sky around them.
She sighed happily, but blinked, when she heard a sudden chuckle beside her.
"By the Gods, you never fail to make me love you even more, M'lady..." her sappy husband said, leaning on his Night Fury, to watch her with half-lidded eyes and a soft grin on his lips.
"What? I just can't get enough of flying." Astrid said with a roll of her eyes, steering the blue Nadder closer, so both young Vikings didn't need to shout over the rushing sound of the wind and the flapping of the dragon wings.
"I know what you mean...It's just...You look so gorgeous there on Stormfly and I admire, how you have learned so fast everything you need to know and that's pretty awesome. Not everybody can make such a fast progress..."
"Didn't have so much sleep, yes?" She joked, yet loved the way Hiccup was complimenting her, for this was his very own, dorky way of doing so.
He snorted.
"Would have loved to have even less sleep, M'lady – if you know, what I mean."
"...how long do we have sex now? No need to be all innuendo-y. And I am all grown-up, I can handle a little dirty talking."
For a few moons now they had started to share their bodies with the other. Purely making love, whenever they found time for it, though their chiefing duties made it hard. With getting up far too early and returning to bed far too late at night. They were barely seeing each other throughout the day and it still felt very awkward, letting anybody around them know, that they needed some 'alone-time' as well. Sure – probably all of Berk knew, that they were 'doing it', but letting them spell it out loud felt still quite...odd.
And it was Hel off embarrassing, whenever their friends started with their mocking behavior – whenever they were all in public, or somewhere alone. Like...a humiliating kind of embarrassing...
Therefore the chief and chieftess of Berk were still quite secretive with their needs and desires, in fear, that the wrong person would catch up on it – mocking them with that knowledge even more.
Yet – right now there was no need to be all quiet about their love and want for the other, since their friends and all of Berk were far behind them and it was only them on their dragons.
Hiccup chuckled a little.
"It's probably a habit to talk like that. But let me say it in a different way: 'I would have loved to screw you hard throughout the whole night in every position imaginable and to make you scream my name to the Gods, instead of sleeping.'"
An exciting tingle spread through her stomach towards her abdomen upon hearing that and she felt her cheeks starting to burn a little. She suddenly noticed, that his words were having a very...intense effect on her.
"That would have been quite...nice..." She answered, not quite knowing, what else she should say about that. „"..., but sadly there was barely any room for that and I didn't want to disturb our poor dragons with anything, that has to do with human sexuality...Anyway – when will we be there?"
She asked, noticing, that both Stormfly and Toothless were getting a little annoyed by their two humans with their strange little talks again and therefore she had decided to change the subject once more.
For almost two days they were traveling now – having started from Berk in the late noon. Leaving alone, since they were on the way to Dagur and Mala, who had happily announced the birth of their first child some time ago. But with the harsh winter on Berk, it had taken them some time, to be able to visit them, with Berk now under the watchful eyes of Gobber and their friends (With them absolutely not wanting to be there during a few boring political meetings with a few other chiefs and kings on Berserker Island.) Late at night they had reached a small island – one, that was barely able to hold the four of them. With a few trees, a rocky shore but at least enough space to let the two dragons and humans sleep – huddled closely together by a small fireplace. And yes – Astrid was right – there had been no way, that she and Hiccup would have engaged in anything naughty, with Toothless and Stormfly close by and the tiredness and fatigue, that laid deeply within their bones. Instead they just had slept – awaking early to continue their journey, though Astrid had more and more started to get the feeling, that Hiccup had yet another plan, before they would reach Berserker Island. After all – they should have been there for some time now.
"Soon enough, M'lady..." he yet merely answered, a edge of mystery echoing in his voice, that made Astrid raise her eyebrows a little higher. "But first, you need to catch me!"
Immediately after saying that, Hiccup urged Toothless on – almost laying completely flat on the dragon's back, pressing his legs to his sides and turning and twisting the small mechanics of the Night Fury's tail fin.
Astrid blinked at that, but started to smirk as soon as she noticed the challenge, that was offered to her directly, and also pressed her body down to her dragon, to lower the air resistance around them.
"Common, my girl – don't want to lose against Toothless and Dragon Boy there."
Of course they both knew, that a Night Fury was far faster as a Deadly Nadder – which didn't mean, that they stopped engaging in these races high in the sky. It was almost like a strange dance to them – twirling around the other with ease, daring to come as close as possible (without touching or hindering the other) and altering between the one who is first to arrive, and who is to be second.
They both loved it and sure as Hel, their dragons did as well. Screeching and shouting in pure joy and both purring happily, when they stopped.
That was how it was meant to be and Astrid didn't want it any other way.
They were in such an adrenaline rush, that she didn't even notice, that they were getting closer to an island and that they were soon about to land.
And yet, still laughing, she suddenly noticed the buildings around her, the blue ocean in front and the lush forest behind them.
"Oh, we have already arrived? This is Berserker Island?" She wondered – especially on why there was nobody around, since she had heard, that quite a huge number of people were living here. Yet, these buildings seemed to be strangely vacant for this time of day and for such a flourish island.
It was even far too quite for her taste.
The mirth in her eyes was slowly vanishing, as she dismounted Stormfly, looking around with some bewilderment and a racing heart.
What was this place? Why would Hiccup lead her here?
Hiccup had to hide his smirk, patting his trusty friend, before he jumped off of Toothless as well, who immediately waddled off with the blue Nadder, to play some kind of fetch.
He noticed, that she was irritated, yet loved it like every time, when he was showing her something new – something, that was from his past.
After all – he had planned this trip for some time now and thought, that it would be nice to add this little surprise vacation, before they would reach Berserker Island. He even had told the gang, that this trip was just a political meeting and that it was far too boring for them to come, too – which surprisingly well helped for them to travel alone. And now they were here – Astrid for the first time, while he felt bitter sweet memories returning to him – alongside a few ones, that better were left behind.
"It's the Edge..." Hiccup finally said with a smirk, Astrid's eyes immediately moving back to him, her eyes filled with surprise. "..., feel free to look at everything you find here – well, apart from the twin's hut, since it probably still is a horrible mess. I will take care of our dragons and catch up with you, once I am done."
Astrid meekly nodded, before he pressed a soft kiss to her temple and to walk after the two dragons, who were still playing in the distance.
She was outrageously flabbergasted to say the least. Standing there for a few more minutes, watching the three figures in the distance and in front of a beautiful large house, which must be – as she guessed from previous descriptions – the stables. She knew, that all of the riders' dragons had their place there, while also being able to hold a few more dragons. Or...prisoners, as she remembered the stories correctly.
Yes – she already had heard many stories, mostly presented by the twins and Snotlout (with a few exaggerations), who tried to impress her with all the past happenings. And sure – she enjoyed all of their tales, though she always enjoyed it most to listen to Hiccup, whenever he remembered the time there.
How they had found this place – so far away from Berk, yet it had been a good home to them for some time. Stories, of how they had found numerous unknown dragon species, befriended with a whole range of strange people, while fighting for what was right and good.
Ever since she knew of the happenings here, the young woman has always wanted to be a part of it. But no...fate had decided differently – for her growing up on Hranafall, fighting and training each and every day to become the perfect little warrior, in hope, she would eventually find something to fight for.
Growing up on Berk it would have been...easier...and better...
Deeply lost in her thoughts, Astrid started to wander around, walking inside the big building the center of the island, which seemed to be connected with a few huts around it.
It was a huge door, probably build big enough, so the dragons were able to fit inside with ease. And just as she was amazed from the outside, she was as well from the inside – with the big table and seats for each rider to sit on. A big fire place to keep everybody warm. Enough space for a few dragons and humans. Banners and weapons hanging all around the walls. As were different maps from many, many places she wished, she would visit one day.
Astrid smiled, knowing, that it was her husband, who had made them and she was amazed by his talent and dexterity behind it. Her eyes wandered from one small island to the other, seeing familiar names like Berk or Berserker Island, as well as unfamiliar ones and a few, she had only heard of.
If only her father could see that, for he had dreamed to see the word like that – see how big it was and how endless to be explored. Sure – Hakon would love to develop a few trading routes between these islands, but Astrid also knew, that his father was always loving to witness new things – with training the dragons on Hranafall being one of these.
She sighed, tracing with her finger a few lines between islands, wishing, that she could turn back time, so she could have been there as well: When they had Dagur, formally known as 'The Deranged' against them – fighting him, whenever they met, before he had started to change for the better. They must have been quite similar, of what she had heard from Hiccup – with him loving to kill any dragon that passed his path. Being all crazy and following an irrational believe, that was oh so narrow-minded. And yet he had been able to change as well, becoming very protective of his family (or at least his remaining sister Heather for that fact), while also starting to believing in the opposite – starting to fight alongside the Riders and with that alongside of Berk.
Falling in love and eventually marrying Mala, queen of the Defenders of the Wing. Of what Astrid had gathered a very kind, yet somewhat stern woman, protecting her village with a firm hand.
Her eyes and her finger wandered over to the small island on which the Defender's village was located on. One with a volcano on it – something she had only heard and read about, but never before witnessed on her own. Though – she remembered – the island of Dragon's Edge had an dormant volcano on it as well and she suddenly felt very excited about it and knew, she had to see it herself. Or ask Hiccup later about it, when they found time for that.
Yet, further her eyes wandered – towards Wingmaiden Island, Vanaheim and Melody Island. All over the maps, remembering all of her friends' stories. Seeing thin lines, marked with words of "Dragon Hunter Routes", or small marks with "Dragon Auction" written over them.
Of course...there also was the dark site to all of their stories.
Stories of Krogan and Ryker. Viggo Grimborn and Johann.
People who were a danger not only to the freedom of all these wonderful dragons her friends had encountered over the past years, but also to themselves...
"As I see, you haven't come far..." She suddenly could hear Hiccup say behind her and as she turned around, Astrid saw him leaning against the frame of the huge door, smiling widely.
She merely shrugged and turned back around towards the maps, hearing, how his steps were nearing and the young chief stopped directly next to his wife. He watched her for some time, seeing the distress on her face, before he took her left hand, that hang numbly by her side, raising it towards his lips to kiss he knuckles.
"What is bothering you, M'lady?"
She sighed, he shoulders slumping.
"Why are there just so many people out there, who were fighting against the goods things, you were trying to archive... Couldn't they have been like Mala and the Wingmaidens and maybe even a little bit of Dagur?"
He gulped and understood, why she was feeling that way, his eyes also falling on his writings on the maps in front of him.
"Because there always will be people, who are thinking differently and can't be changed, Astrid. "We both know that too well..."
She nodded, her eyes lowering to the ground once more.
He knew, that something was deeply bothering his wife – he had witnessed her in this state a few times now. A memory – hidden away in a few layers of doubts and fears and a lot of questions about her very own past.
Hiccup waited, knowing, that she would either tell him now, or it would burst out of her later, when she was ready to confronted by it. He wouldn't pressure her. He never had.
And this time it was one of these rare instances, where she didn't enlighten him about her thoughts right away and so instead she turned around, walking to a few other maps on the opposite walls.
No...life still wasn't easy for her and it sometimes felt to him, that she was caught within a cage, that she couldn't escape. Not only she was the heir to the Hofferson clan and of the Hunter Tribe – or Chieftess and General of Berk and with that had to fulfill a few duties. But because her mother had carefully twisted her mind in many ways over the past years, resulting in a very conflicted mind. Not weak – not even the slightest. But sometimes difficult to understand – especially her self-doubts and re-emerging fears of not fitting into this future they had chosen together.
Hiccup didn't love her less because of that – maybe even more.
It just sometimes made him feel helpless, not knowing, how he could get her out of her doubtful state. After all...he knew, that Ljóda would always hunt her daughter to a certain degree – whenever she made a decision, whenever she remembered her past and even in her darkest dreams.
Oh how he wished, that he could have stopped that woman – back there on Rookery, when she had chosen to die instead of being dragged back towards Berk or Hranafall, so she could have justified her behavior in front of both tribes. So that a punishment could have chosen for her, that suited her crimes. And in the end, Ljóda could have answered all of Astrid's questions.
It would have been...easier...
Hiccup sighed, scratching the back of his head, trying to find something, that could cheer his wife up again.
"I miss this place somehow..." He therefore mumbled, looking around and smiled – especially when Astrid turned back towards him with a questioning look on his features. He shrugged "...I mean – sure – it needs desperately some dusting and I think the spider population is getting out of hand up there but there is still so much charm left. You should have seen this place back then, when we were living here. It was pretty awesome to live without our parents – though my father constantly visited this place. But nonetheless we had our own rules and it somehow worked – even without the twin burning down the whole place."
"...and with all the past attacks..." She murmured, though Hiccup didn't know, if she was talking towards herself or with him.
Yet – he decided to answer her nonetheless:
"Yeah, those were aweful... We never had time to take some breath, before the next madmen decided to mess with us. We barely had peaceful times. But those were fun...most of the time."
"Barely sounds like fun to me..."
He chuckled.
"At least we were free...And you know what? We could have used somebody like you..."
"Somebody who would have fought by your site, to take out numerous of their men? Or somebody you could have lured into your hut at night to enjoy the freedom of adultery, without fearing to get caught by parents?"
He saw the corners of her lips twitching and he knew, he had gotten her out of her distressing state and back to reality again.
"Oh, you think, that we would have gotten together just like that?" He joked, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "And that we would have had a very unprofessional relationship?"
She giggled lightly.
"Oh, that's what we call our marriage? An 'unprofessional relationship'?"
"Hey – I find us very professional! Apart from the one time we had sex in Gobber's forge and by the Gods – I hope, that he will never find out about it."
"Mhmm..." She hummed "...very professional..."
"Are you complaining there? You were the one to seduce me and – ah, never mind!" He said, feeling a exciting tingle reaching his abdomen by thinking about that night. Not that it was a bad memory – he just wished to show her a few more things, before the night would fall over Dragon's Edge and they would lay down to sleep...or engage in other unprofessional things.
"Anyway – have you already seen the arena?"
Of course she hadn't, but was happy, when he showed her around. Walking towards the arena, the stables and a little through the forest, that surrounded the buildings. Talking about all kind of things – people and dragons, that Hiccup and the gang had encountered, to a vast variety of islands he had seen and of course things, that have happened.
She listened to everything with huge interest, though she had heard the stories before. Of Alvin and the Outcasts, of the Dragon Eye, of Viggo, Krogan and Ryker. Wondering, what would have happened, if she had been a part of the gang and what it would have been like to witness all this herself. While her thoughts wandered off every now and then – suddenly feeling, that she had to tell him something:
"...I think, that is the same Johann, that I also came to know..." She suddenly said, as he talked about the final war between the Dragon Hunters and Riders with their allies, while they were walking towards his hut.
He stopped and blinked.
"Trader Johann? You know him? You have never told me..."
She stopped walking as well, her forehead furrowing with some worry.
"I just guess, that it's the same guy we are talking about here..."
"Brown beard, blue eyes, all crazy-looking...Seafaring trader with all kinds of goods. Pretended to be everybodies friend, while actually being one of the bad guys – like..., the worst?"
Astrid shrugged, though she remembered this guy to be exactly that, though...many of the traders she had encountered on Hranafall were quite eccentric looking.
"Probably...I mean...I don't know. The only few times I have met him, was when I had been younger. Maybe eight or nine years old. He had been talking with my father during these..."
She stopped talking, pressing her lips back together, afraid of what she was about to tell him.
His eyebrows raised, noticing, that this must be the reason, that had bothered her before.
"These...what, Astrid...?", he carefully asked, stepping forward to reach out for her hand, which was so cold all the sudden.
She sighed.
"You know, how father has always wanted to make the most profit for his people and for them to become traders, instead of hunters. And he had always searched for different ways to get his money. Selling goods, buying new ones and it didn't even matter what he was trading with and-"
"You are babbling again, love..." He said, knowing, that she was doing this in fear of his reaction, for something, that she couldn't be accused of, since she had been too young and since she had only been following her traditions.
"We have been at a few of these Dragon Auctions..." Astrid finally said, looking him directly in the eyes, though hers were barely readable to him. "And...of what I remember...father has bought back then a few dragons – but I can't remember, what he had done with them and-"
He leaned forward to end her rant, by laying his lips on hers, still holding onto her hand with one of his, while the other snaked around the base of her neck, keeping her there.
The young woman whimpered, her whole body stiffening for a few moments, before he could feel her relax.
Oh how he loved this woman – even when she tried to apologize for things, she hadn't done. It only made him see the big changes she had went through, to become the very one person, that was standing now directly in front of him.
"Do I need to tell you, that you have been a child back then and that I know, you wouldn't do that now?" Hiccup whispered as they parted.
"Might help..." She mumbled, having a joking edge to it.
"Well, okay – you have been a child back then! What were you – like nine? You didn't know better! And I don't blame you. You know, that I wouldn't do that – nobody would..."
She nodded, before he took her by the hand, lacing their fingers.
"But funny enough, that you did know Johann. Maybe you even got to know Krogan or Viggo. Who knows..."
"Well...at least I can't remember, that I know them. We could ask my father, though...He knows a lot of people..."
Their carefree and friendly chatting returned once more.
Astrid was glad, that she had such an understanding husband. Somebody, who wouldn't judge her on her past behavior actions. She knew, that there were other people out there and those were maybe even under the people she knew – but those wouldn't know of what had happened there on Hranafall and beyond.
They soon reached one of the few huts, that were connected with the Club House. It was a very complicated building with levers, chains and a wide variety of metal constructions. There even was a wind mill and the roof was pained with red and black color. Astrid immediately knew, that this must have been the former residence of Berk's chief.
"This place just screams your name..." She mumbled, entering the building and immediately had to look around.
"Really? It screams 'dorky Dragon Rider with a leg prosthesis and more brain than muscle'?" He joked back and she saw, that he was looking around with some melancholy in his eyes.
She giggled and shook her head, walking straight towards the small forge, which had everything he had needed.
"Yeah...something like that. I mean...who has a forge in their own home?"
"Well, of course it would be me."
"And tons of drawings of all kinds of different gadgets and gizmos laying around and hanging on the walls."
"Yep – that's also me..."
"And spare fin tails for his best friend all over the walls..."
Hiccup sighed dramatically.
"I can't hide anything from you... But I bet, that your own place would have screamed 'Astrid' just as much. With a lot of weapons all over the place and a watchtower..."
"Yeah...and a ballista on top of it would have been awesome...Too sad it wasn't meant to be that way..."
Hiccup shrugged with a mysterious gleam in his eyes, which made Astrid raise her eyebrows.
"What are you planning, Dragon Boy?"„...you know, there are a few reasons on why I wanted to bring you here. Not only because of the fun stories and a small sightseeing tour. But...well...I was thinking of re-activating this place as an outpost. I know – Berk already has a few. But Dragon's Edge is close enough to a few islands that could be interesting for us. Also we could supervise a few trading routes around this area from here. And it has everything we need for a few people – huts, a place to train, a forest to hunt and a stable for dragons. And I would love this place to have a nice touch from from Berk's wonderful General and Chieftess. Like a hut with watchtower and a ballista on top..."
"You want me to build a house on my own...?"
"Well, I have plenty of people who would do that instead but I want you to make this place safe. You give the ideas and we will see, what we can do..."
She smiled, leaned against the table and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"Mhm, sounds nice...I probably have a few ideas there, if you ask me so kindly..."
"So...you would want to do that?"
„Of course! Sounds like fun. I mean – the others got to design their places as well. And knowing that the twins kinda like to make a mess, it should be of advantage, if there is another place to sleep for the people to stay here. A safe place..."
Her very own place...Something she had made. That would be awesome! It would feel a little, as if she had always been a part of the Edge – well, without actually being in their stories. And yet, she knew them by now so well, that it almost felt like, she was already a part of it – and that was probably something, that Hiccup had intended.
Astrid had to smile about that wonderful thought, her stomach fluttering, as she realized once more, how much she loved this young man and that he still had so much to surprise her with. So much to offer. And she knew, that she would never get tired off it.
The young woman immediately had the wish to hug him tightly. To kiss him and to just show him how much she loved him and thanked him, for being by her side.
But...what was holding her back? There were currently no duties to follow within these walls. No annoying friends, who would make stupid jokes. And no dragons, to stay quiet around them. Why not using this time? She was yearning for his touch the whole day, anyway!
Hiccup nodded.
"I knew you would like it..."
"Just..." He blinked, looking at her with some irritation, as soon as he noticed the hint of a doubt in her voice. "...don't you think, that our people might believe, that you might favor me. Maybe somebody else has a few ideas for new huts as well...And you have already brought me here – only the two of us..."
His eyebrows furrowed.
"...then we will think about it as well. I don't see, why they would think I favor you in any way and they often times approve of your ideas. They admire you as their General after all...And if anybody wants to add something to that idea as well, I will let them..."
Astrid rolled her eyes a little at Hiccup's answer.
Of course he hadn't noticed the slight hint in her voice. He rarely does at the first time she tries.
But she couldn't help herself. After all – they were on an island far away from the busy Berk, with their exhausted dragons already asleep and there was just nobody, who could them disturb them right now. Why can't he just jump her right there and then?!
Her mind had already wandered off a few times now and he had made it worse with his very own innuendos. And sure – if he had gone even further with those, she would have jumped him already. And now...hidden away in his hut, without getting bothered by the wind, the cold or the descending sun...
There surely wasn't a better time...
Astrid casually sat on the table, crossing her legs and laid her hands behind her, holding herself up, while she let a small smirk linger on her lips. Deliberately pushing her chest a little forward.
"You know..." she said, her eyes half-lidded, while she held Hiccup's gaze the whole time „..., people might think, that our relationship is a little...unprofessional... I mean...You are Berk's chief and I am their General...And favoring me all the time...it will make raise some rumors. You know our people...They like their gossip! The saucier the better..."
Astrid knew, she had slowly won him over for her course, when he licked his lips and when he got closer to her. Finally he had noticed the change in her behavior!
One of his hands reached for her waist – sliding over her side towards her back and down to her behind to pull her close to the edge of the table. She saw a tiny smirk at the corners of his lips as well.
"...but your are the Chieftess, my love... We are allowed to do...things..." "...Well...
His second hand reached by this time for her thigh, pulling it away from her other leg to make room for him to stand between her legs. She immediately felt, that his words had some effect on him – feeling his growing erection pressed against her far too clothed center, while his lips found the side of her neck – starting to kiss and to bite and to lick. She bit her own lip, grasping his arms to hold her steady, wondering, how often he had been holding back his desire throughout the whole day...
The room started to get unbearable hot around them and she knew that this must have been something, that he had planned for some time – the whole 'flying all alone and only the two of them (and of course their dragons) to Berserker island'. They could have asked their friends to come along – but no – Astrid realized in this very moment, that Hiccup had not only planned for them this little trip to re-visit a few old memories, but also for them to spend some quality time - alone and unbothered. And she knew, that he also was unable to wait and hold hold back any longer, when Hiccup had started to get her feet out of her boots, cool air reaching her bare toes within seconds.
"And..." She said, breathing heavily, gasping, as one of his hands reached under her skirt to desperately get her out of her leggings. Helping him, by lifting a little from the table. Her undergarments went on with the exact same, swift move. "...and...you had given me the very...very... unprofessional promise to – ah – 'screw me hard throughout the whole night in every position imaginable and make... me scream your name and to the Gods'".
Her head already started to spin, as soon as the young man had reached with his talented fingers between her legs, stroking her already wet folds for a few seconds, before he had pushed two of them inside, moving them with a rhythm she oh so dearly loved. His lips never left her neck, sucking more intensely than before, making her reach with both of her hands for his hair, clawing it, to keep her flushed against his body, while she moaned and wiggled under his actions.
Oh by the Gods – he was making crazy! With finding the perfect spot, that made her whimper and gasp and moan. That made her grint her hips against his hand. That made her breath come out in labored puffs.
Yes, after these past months they had gotten more and more experienced and she also knew, that there was still so much to learn about the other's body. Yet – she swore, that nobody else would have made her feel as good as Hiccup did.
"Ups..." He yet soon enough mumbled, biting her softly until she gasped and trembled with bliss. "...I guess you are right there, M'lady. And like I have said – there a few reasons, on why I wanted to bring you here. All alone and without the others. And you know what..." He leaned closer to her ear, his breath hot, before he whispered: "...my full intend was to get my way with you here. All night long and you can scream as loud as you can...Toothless and Stormfly are too tired right now to interrupt us and nobody else is here on this island... And you know what...We will do it on the bed, the floor, against the wall – where ever you like..."
"I was thinking so-ah-something like that...But hearing it...Sounds...even better..."
"But we will be doing it here on the table first...Like anybody in an unprofessional relationship would do it..."
The young woman barely nodded, hastily reaching for his leather trousers, making him halt his ministrations between her legs. He helped her, opening the belt in hurry, pushing them, together with his shorts down, letting his hardened member spring free.
She didn't give herself much time to admire it – wrapping her legs around him, pulling him back against him.
Astrid needed him. Loved him. And she knew, that this would be some rough sex – anticipating it more and more with each passing second. But she enjoyed it just as much, as she did their slow love-making sessions. She knew, Hiccup did it as well, though it had taken both some time to lower their fears about it – which had been in the end very worth it.
And she knew, that this would be only the first course – one, of many to come.
"Hiccup, yes!", she gasped, as she felt him spear with a swift move, aching her back, while she desperately tried to hold on to his shoulders.
Starting to bite her lower lip again, when he started to move – hard, fast thrusts, which would soon get her to her climax – and him as well. But they felt so good – he felt so good and Astrid knew, that she would never get tired of making love to her husband – in any way possible.
Hiccup had wrapped one arm around her, holding her close to him, without her falling on the table – though there surely was something nice about that position, too. But that was not what he wanted and needed right now. He needed her to stay close, pushed as tightly against him, as possible. In need to her her moans and gasps and screams as close to his ear as possible. Wanting to witness her very freedom of not holding back in any way.
He had waited patiently for this day – this very moment, where they would be able to savor this. Without the possibility of somebody disturbing them. Without her needing to lower her voice, so the poor Berkians wouldn't be witnesses to their love-making – especially when they had the windows open. And yes – he needed this, without having Toothless around.
Hiccup had planned their trip for some time. Most carefully. Not giving anything away to their friends. Only speaking about basic things with his mother or Gobber. Departing in hurry, before they could have asked questions.
Sure – their usual routine was nice as well and he dearly loved his position as Berk's chief by now. But in the end it would just be nice to have a few days off from their usual schedule – of getting up far to early, not seeing each other throughout most of the day, before returning home late at night. And maybe it was indeed unprofessional from them to take a few days off. Still...it was so tempting – this idea and the very execution of getting to the Edge. And now they had time. They could stay up all night and have mind-blowing sex where ever they wanted. Sleeping in after that – after all, he had made sure, that their dragons had enough food for some time when they would wake up. And they could take a day off tomorrow – not having an exact day planned, when they would reach Dagur and Mala and the Berserkers. And here on the Edge they had everything they needed for one or two days...
After all of that, there still was enough time for them to return to their usual routine.
Yet...now...he had better things to do, but to think about that.
Hiccup moaned, something beastly awoken deeply within him, his second hand had reached under her top, pulling it up and over her chest, tearing at her pesky breast bindings, being able to free at least one of loved and gorgeous mounts. Laying his hand on it, kneading it, rubbing his thumb over her nibble, twisting it, just like she liked it. Thrusting into her slick folds with hard, fast moves, which made the table move underneath them as well.
"Astrid...scream for me..." He mumbled between groans, biting softly on her earlobe, kissing over her cheek and her neck again, while keeping up his fast rhythm, that almost made him feel like flying. "I need to hear...your voice..."
And she did – becoming vocal about her love for this long man and about all the things he was doing to her. Not needing to hold back. Gasping for Thor and sweet Freya and any other God, that came into her mind.
He loved the sound of her sweet voice, grasping with his one hand, that was not holding her, her behind, desperately trying to get her even closer, before he moved his fingers over her hip and to the place where they were connected.
His climax was already close – but he wanted – needed – her to come first.
Swift fingers started to circle her clit, making her tremble and become even louder. Her wetness pulled him with every thrust deeper inside, pulsing around him like a hot vice. It felt so hot and wet – the place, where they were connected.
It was maddening – especially when she arched her back one final time, her head rolling back, gasping his name multiple times, coming, only for him.
His own orgasm hit him hard as well, spilling everything that he was inside of her, biting her shoulder hard, to muffle his own moans, while his vision turned black, then white and black again.
This was just perfect and nothing could change it...Even with the hurried heartbeats and exhausted buffs of breaths and the stickiness of sweat and other...fluids...
Still very exhausted, he felt her hands carefully stroking his cheeks, pulling his face back up to her. She kissed him lazily, but he happily returned it. Breathless, but happy.
"...EWWWWW!" a sudden noise echoed around them, startling them and they both looked with irritation and shook at the other, wondering, what could have made this sound.
"...Yep, I guess I have just thrown up in my own mouth and swallowed it..."
Wait – they both knew these voices!
Both young Vikings turned their heads towards the source of distribution, their eyes widening even wider, blushing in the most crimson red possible.
"...they have just made a baby, have they?"
Hiccup first instinct had it been, to get his trousers back up and over his still very naked behind – but Astrid stopped him, wrapping her legs most tightly around his hips, while she pushed her naked chest against his still clothed one.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Astrid shrieked, absolutely ready to murder their friends and their dragons, who were all watching from the doorway of Hiccup's hut, with a wide mixture of different emotions on their faces:
Snotlout had a slight hint of green on his cheeks, probably very ready to throw up any minute. Fishlegs was almost hiding behind Meatlug (with the poor thing hiding behind one of Barf and Belch's wings). Tuffnut looked a little bit confused, while his sister looked at this situation with some glee (and some interest in Hiccup's firm ass). And Eret looked like, as if he was about to give both – his Chief and his Chieftess – the biggest high-five imaginable.
"What?! We heard from Gobber and Valka, that you not only wanted to do boring political stuff on the Berserker Island, but to also bless Dagur and Mala's baby..." Ruffnut exclaimed, shrugging a little nonchalantly.
"And we were pissed, when we heard, that you were visiting the Edge without us!" Tuffnut added.
"So...we...we followed..." Fishlegs mumbled, already regretting this decision and still not being able to face his two friends.
"We wanted to surprise you! But you guys had your own surprise planned, right?" Snotlout said.
"And I wanted to see this place, too. Well...looks nice off what I have seen...And...heard..." Eret added at last.
"Oh by the gods...this is so embarrassing..." Astrid mumbled, pressing her flushed face against Hiccup's shoulder, wanting to crawl away as far as possible...
Hiccup on the other hand could only blink, his mouth standing open in shook, desperately trying to understand and comprehend, what exactly was happening, before a very concise question got into his mind:
"How long have you been watching?!"
His poor wife merely let out a noise between an embarrassed whimper and an angry growl, before it was Eret, who casually answered:
"Just about when you two were coming..."
Snotlout made an disgusting vomiting sound next to him and mumbled, that he almost threw up once more.
"And you guys couldn't leave?! This is private stuff here! And why are you guys still standing there anyway?!"
"We were a bit in shock there..." Tuffnut said, shrugging.
"And we were fascinated. And the door was standing open..." Ruffnut added.
"A-and it sounded, as if you two were horribly fighting...or dying...or both..." Fishlegs whispered. "I at least was worried!"
"I will never live this down..." Astrid mumbled in his shoulder. "Let them go away, or I will scalp them all!"
"Ah – don't worry, Astrid! We will be off anyway! Our dragons need something to eat and we are quite tiered..." Eret said, shooing everybody away with his words, with them muttering different kind of things – from burn out their eyes out of that they have witnessed, to hoping to forget everything as soon as possible, or wondering once more, if this had been the very moment, where they had made an heir. The young man was the last to leave, smirking and winked at them, leaving with a few last words:
"Anyway – nice technique you had there-" "And tell Hiccup, he has a nice ass, too!" Ruffnut shouted in the distance. "-looks like I could learn a few things from you as well."
"Eret, that's enough!" Hiccup growled dangerously, making his friend finally leave as well, before he placed a tiny kiss on Astrid's shoulder, sighing with annoyance and shame. "Well...looks like we can't escape them...Not even...or...especially here..."
"Mhm..." Astrid agreed, finally looking back up to him, with her cheeks still flaming and a small pout on her lips. "...and it looks like, we won't get rid off them anytime soon."
"Yeah..."
"And I was so looking forward to our mind-blowing night full of sex..."
His shoulders slumped and he sadly nodded.
"Yep...would be unprofessional to continue, now."
"Unless~" A tiny grin was returning to her lips, making Hiccup blink with irritation. "...that could be exactly, what would drive them away..."
"Oh – you mean to~ Wait, what? Right now?! I-I don't think I will be ready so fast again – after this shock!"
"No...not right now – beforehand I need to murder them anyway. Especially Ruffnut, for seeing your cute ass. I am the only one to have a look at it."
He chuckled and hoped, that this would be forgotten soon enough.
„Okay, I will not stand in your way!"
A/N: Gosh...this was somehow even cringy to write, but I still hope it is enjoyable :D