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-ImagineKitten

Epilogue

Hiccup supposed he should apologise before things got out of hand.

The paper slapped onto his chest with a flourish. Her eyes were blazing, but there was something in her expression that made him pause and stare back - waiting for her anger to break through. Blue eyes clashed with green. A familiar sort of charge was zapping the air; unconsciously he relaxed into her hand and felt his focus narrow to that firm touch at his sternum. The paper crinkled between her hand and his thin t-shirt to create a layer between the two.

Astrid cocked her own head. A shift behind her eyes made Hiccup acutely aware of how eager he was of her next words; of the bated breath that clutched in his throat. She got him like this every time; intentional or not.

"This a very descriptive sketch." Astrid's voice almost sounded disinterested. He swallowed and caught how her eyes followed the movement. The next time she spoke, her voice had softened to a dangerous burr. "Tell me about it."

"Ah, Astrid, I'm not sure-"

A hard shove sent him bouncing back to his bed with a surprised grunt.

"Hey!" Hiccup, off balance, struggled to get back up. "Why did you-"

Her hand came down to slap back onto his chest; forcing him down and making him stay. Those eyes were fixed on his and echoed his glare. Astrid was pissed. It flowed over him like waves, her irritation, and left him reeling with the urge to apologise and stop her somewhat violent reaction. Hiccup backed up further onto the bed to lean against the wall. He went to speak again but she moved right between his knee hanging over the bed and held up the sketch close to her face. The resemblance was uncanny; like he knew it would be. Her head cocked again. Tingles were spreading over his body at the close contact; warming his skin and making him feel slightly dizzy at the display. Her own breathing in contrast was steady; the calm before the storm.

"Describe it."

Her command was pushed between pursed lips that twisted into a frown at his confusion. She waggled the sketch mockingly and pressed harder on his chest.

"Tell me, Hiccup."

The hand stretched over his sternum was hot against his t-shirt. A flash of uncertainty followed her words and inside, something twisted and stuck. He couldn't not speak. The words slipped from his mouth without much more prompting, resulting in a lessening of pressure from Astrid.

"I was just sitting here..."

"On your bed?"

Her words were harmless. But an undercurrent of darker emotion ran underneath her tone like something lurking in the depths of the sea – unfathomable. Hidden.

"Y-yeah." Hiccup couldn't move from his position. Never mind that he could easily overthrow her and sit back up. Something more than muscle mass was pinning him down; a nervous feeling running through his chest that he didn't understand. "Thinking of us. On your couch...that first time."

His reward came in the shifting of her hand off his chest. But Astrid didn't leave. Instead, wiry fingers wrapped around the bottom of his t-shirt and tugged. Hiccup followed to pull it off and watch, curious, as she deposited it next to the sketch and returned those circles of fire back to his face.

"How did you feel?"

Each word was punctuated by a solid tapping of her fingers on his bare chest, accompanied with the sliding of her legs over his pyjama bottoms as she crawled onto the bed. Her advances were obviously welcomed, but Hiccup had never seen this side to her before. Calculating, but in such a way it made his body sing with arousal at the contact of her skin and the low husk of her voice. He automatically lifted his hands to hold her waist, but before he could get there she gripped his wrists and pressed them down by his side.

"Move them again, and I will tie them together."

Something feral burned behind the words and swallowed his thoughts like quicksand; sinking him deeper into her control like he was born to do it. He managed a shaky nod in response.

Astrid waited. Hiccup wet his lips again and tried to remember what he'd felt, sitting here and sketching her. He'd obviously felt undeniably aroused by the end result, which probably amounted to a quick release in the shower shortly after. But he couldn't tell her that any less then tell her he wanted to crack her open to see her insides then put her back together again. One made him sound like a pervert; jacking off over his own drawn sketch. The other, a psychopath.

"I could, but you'd probably kill me." His following laugh was off kilter. The fluttering in his chest only grew the closer she got, until her nose skimmed along his cheek and down his neck. A slim set of fingers came up to curve around his chin and tilt his head to the side so she had better access at the tanned skin there. As her lips dragged invitingly up and down his pulse point, which at this point had increased like it was trying to leap past his skin to her lips, he managed a deep breath and spoke again.

"It's a very nice picture." His voice cracked in such a way that his pubescent self would have been proud. A gentle nibble followed his sentence; prompting more nonsense to spill over into the air. "It made me think of you."

A shock of teeth; sharp pain lacing his neck like lightening. What should have been uncomfortable pain sent a flash of arousal spiking his body and made him grunt in surprise and pleasure. Instinctively he tried to move his head; Astrid's forgotten hand on his chin tightened and forcibly kept his head to the side. The pressure should have made him uneasy or annoyed at her manhandling. He should have turned and demanded she be less controlling. But no objections passed his lips; not a single one. A cautious feeling unfurled and flared deep in his gut at his reaction; clouding his already foggy head.

He liked this.

Astrid was finding it hard to keep breathing.

Her heartbeat was so loud she knew Hiccup could hear it. Her actions played out like she was watching them from afar; what started as a game had ended up playing havoc on her senses. Hiccup's reactions had set her body aflame instantly. She couldn't help but instinctively tighten her hands and after the sharp nip to his neck, a deep root of satisfaction made itself known.

It was ultimately his submission to her touch; the relaxing of his muscles under her fingers that caused her vision to tunnel and focus purely on him. Such trust in her; in what she was doing, made her feel centred in a way she'd never felt before. Her other hand came to trail along his lips and feel the puffs of unsteady air against her fingertips. He was tense in anticipation; coiled like a spring waiting for release. Yet he stayed still under her ministrations.

Astrid rewarded him by taking both hands and sliding her pants off one leg then the other, letting them drop by the now forgotten sketch and Hiccup's t-shirt. Half lidded eyes followed her actions greedily; taking in the expanse of skin. She felt the hardness under her thigh – reminiscent of that first encounter on the couch indeed. If this was to be a replay, so be it. But she wouldn't stop here.

She leant and breathed softly in his ear; blowing gently on the tendril of hair covering his earlobe. "Slide your hand up my thigh." The breathy sentence wasn't optional. Hiccup hastened to follow her order; but when both hands came up she gripped the wrist of his left and held it down with her own.

"Surely you can manage with one." Chastisement came in the form of words and a not so gentle nip on the earlobe. She felt his palm move up and under the t-shirt she wore to feel the juncture between her thighs; already damp with anticipation. She caught her breath at his wandering fingers and forced herself to remain still. He was good at this, with his dexterity.

She rewarded him with a hard kiss; nipping at his lips to demand entry and sliding her tongue between his parted lips as he gasped. His moving fingers faltered before continuing on their journey; moving between her slick folds to find her clit and flick it with a rhythm only he heard. Whatever the beat she felt it thrum in her own body in response; her hand dropping his chin to skim over a pink nipple and pinch it gently.

Hiccup made a surprised noise into her mouth. She hadn't really had the chance to do this, not like he preferred doing to her. She left his mouth to follow her fingers; licking the darkened nub on his chest to hear that noise again. His hips shifted forward again and she again used her teeth to graze his nipple like she did with his earlobe.

The stuttered moan and buck of his hips sent her pulsing with need at his eyes; wide and awash with new sensations and panting as he tried to stay still. A murmured good escaped her lips as she attached herself to his lips again; moving his hand to join the bedspread as she leant to to push down his pj bottoms.

"Lift up."

His hips rose to meet hers without hesitation. He seemed to have trouble breathing, alternating between panting and deep lungfuls of breath that offered him no respite. She hummed in satisfaction at releasing him from the confines of his pants; feeling him bobbing along her raised thigh. Even as she returned her hand to him; stroking, pulling, exclaiming at its size, Hiccup puffed up his chest and panted at the adoration he was submitting to. Third time unlucky, he moved his hands to grasp her nipples through her shirt, leaning up to try capture her mouth.

Astrid released him to snap at his hands. As soon as she held the wrists loosely between one hand she leant back to snatch her forgotten pants; lying next to the sketch that had made her body tense with arousal at the feelings it ignited. She wrapped his mashed hands together in a sort of frenzied excitement; ignoring his stuttered half hearted protests at the binding.

Now securely bound, she held Hiccup steady to sink down onto that hardness. A groan was pulled from deep within Hiccup's chest at the contact – a sound Astrid enjoyed immensely, along with how he bucked helplessly underneath her body.

"Astrid, ngh!"

She returned his bound hands to his chest and watched his face intently, undulating her hips in accordance to the sighs and hitches of breath he rewarded her with. Again, her hand came up to capture his chin and lift his lips to hers; claiming his empty mouth as her playground to explore. He caught her tongue with his teeth and bit; erupting pain inside her mouth to match the flare of pleasure igniting in her groin.

Hiccup was desperate in his pleasure; breathless whispers adding to the mix with half formed pleas he wasn't aware he was making. Too much heat. She tore her t-shirt off and kept rising and slamming herself down amidst their cries; hands tweaking the nipple in front to hear the resounding cry wrench itself from Hiccup's throat.

Her hand grasped the back of his damp neck to hold his head against her chest; offering them an anchor to ground themselves amongst the field of sensation they both were in. His tongue flicked out the catch the rising cadence of her skin – trails of fire sparking off along the column of her throat as he tried to catch her rising breasts. Whimpering at the effort, she yanked his head down forcibly to a nipple; encouraging his tongue to lay waste to her already scattered senses.

The wet brand caught the rise and fall of her breast and held; her hips resorting to an undulating grind against his thighs that sent shock waves of pleasure shooting off deep inside. Hiccup choked wetly against her breast and let go with a sharp inhale; eyes flying open to meet hers.

"Astrid." He exhaled her name like a prayer; eyes fluttering even as his mouth struggled to form words. "I..."

Astrid wasn't sure which way was up. Pleasure laced up and down her spine like bolts of electricity, a building of arousal flaring stronger and stronger every time she rocked her hips forward against his. Her name fell like a chant from Hiccup's lips; his eyes wide and sightless even as he struggled to release his hands from the confines of her pants.

No.

She must have snapped it aloud. He stopped struggling instantly, neck falling back to reveal his open mouthed expression of pure ecstasy; grunts and moans falling effortlessly from his lips that cut off sharply at the sudden twisting of her hips. Astrid darted and bit that same spot again; unable to resist the call of flesh to her teeth. Hiccup yelped into her neck; harsh breathing alerting to his closeness.

Even as her orgasm hit her, she held off slowing down. The creeping explosion of sensation spread stubbornly from her centre and grew to a breaking focal point in her gut; causing a exhaled scream to scrape past her dry throat at the enormity of feeling plundering her core. Hiccup's own voice cut off sharply at her cry. They both shuddered; Astrid's hands sliding along sweat laden skin to hold his head and force those darkened eyes to hers as she kissed him.

"You're mine." She gasped into his mouth. The words escaped unbidden from her mouth and seared the air with their promise. It was enough for Hiccup to choke out a breath and tense underneath her; finally coming at her possessive words and whining his pleasure between their locked lips.

Shooting heat sent little sparks within Astrid, and try as she might she couldn't help the languid moan that followed his release. It was the coming together of pure feeling and total trust in the other; allowing them to see you. Not just your physical form, but the emotional letting go of your senses – the acceptance of loss of control.

As their panted breathing slowed, Hiccup managed to wriggle his hands out of her pink pants and lay them almost reverently aside. The tired smile he shot her made flutters of emotion curl in her chest. Instead of arousal, however, a mixture of adoration and happiness warmed her cheeks and made her smile back; cheeks hurting from the effort of smiling so hard.

Gently, like he was afraid she would pull away, he used his now free hands to fold over each cheek like her face was a delicate flower, and he the petals. His mouth quirked in that familiar Hiccup way as he replied a couple minutes late to her rasped claim.

"I'm yours." He promised, his voice barely a murmur. "For as long as you'll have me."

Their eyes met. Like the first time she had seen that vibrant green, they clashed and melded together in the most wondrous of emotions shared between the two. Astrid wondered what she would have done if she hadn't of met Hiccup. Probably wandering through life without a clue to how love or life worked, unable to understand herself truly to accept others. He wasn't purely responsible for her transformation – but he showed her the way; patient understanding and mocking guidance incarnate.

Their conjoined bodies still sang with sensation as she shifted, acutely aware of her hot cheeks underneath his fingertips. Soft laughter shook his chest at her reaction.

"I'm afraid I'm too attached now to let you go."

For once, Astrid didn't hit him. Instead, she pulled him back for another kiss; feeling the curve of his lips under hers as he grinned into her affection.

Resident wolf saviour indeed.

The End.