Ok! Adoptive! So

We have something similar but not the same as the last one.

Nine year old Astrid left with nineteen year old Hiccup. And of course, nothing happens before she's eighteen.

-HTTYD-

Hiccup can't help but wonder if her parents would have wished Astrid wasn't left with him. He gave her nine years of innocent caregiver status.

Now, watching Astrid sleep next to him with a soft smile on her sweet little pout, Hiccup can hardly say there was anything innocent left. She shifted in her sleep, nose wrinkling cutely before she shuffled closer and threw an arm over his stomach.

Astrid came into his life in a somewhat unconventional way - her parents were killed in a tragic house fire, and they were friends of his own father and if someone didn't take her on, she might have ended up in care. Hiccup had only been nineteen, but he agreed. She was this sad, lonely little kid with scruffy, short blonde hair and a bad attitude.

Hiccup had put a lot of time and patience into helping her channel a deeply rooted rage and sadness at the loss of her parents into a spitfire personality. The grief counselling probably helped.

As she grew, Hiccup felt deep pride for being a part of her upbringing. He had always feared he wouldn't be good enough. But Astrid went from angry and sad to bright and funny, with a cutting wit and eyes full of mischief as she plotted the next prank to pull on friends, classmates or even Hiccup.

Hiccup supported her varying hobbies, including rock climbing and running and even archery classes (he never joined in but then he was far clumsier than her), and taught her to ride a bike and even (awkwardly) talked to her about puberty and periods. He couldn't be shy; he had to buy her tampons.

Astrid never called him "dad", but that was fine. Hiccup wasn't trying to be her father. He just wanted her to have someone she knew after losing her parents. And he had done that.

He couldn't deny that the short, scruffy girl grew into a beautiful young woman, but Hiccup never saw her in an inappropriate manner. Even when his friends asked if he ever stole a peek as she approached adulthood - he was always horrified at the very idea. Hiccup had intentionally ended friendships because of inappropriate comments, fearing the prospect of some hidden agenda to try and get close to Astrid.

She was still a child. Ten years his junior, Hiccup wasn't an old man at twenty seven but he was too old for her, regardless of whether or not he was her guardian. Astrid was, to his knowledge, not even dating yet. She was more interested in college, studying and keeping up her grades. Her friends all began to find boyfriends but Astrid seemed unconcerned.

One of her friends even fell pregnant, and Astrid giggled at Hiccup's pale expression when she told him, promising she both took her contraceptive pill daily and had no intentions of being a teen mom.

"I know you were only like nineteen when you took me on, but I wasn't a newborn. You skipped nine years."

"Well since I would have been ten when you were born, so probably nine at your conception, that would be quite weird."

"Oh yeah. I always forget you aren't that old, my friends all have dads in their forties and I've got you in your late twenties."

"Mhmm. My dads in his fifties. Mom would have been late forties."

Hiccup felt the familiar pang of loss in his heart as he thought of Valka, his mother he had lost as a young boy himself. It was one of the main reasons he took on Astrid - he knew how deep that loss could cut. Astrid put her arm around his shoulders, squeezing as she kissed his cheek.

"Just think how proud your mom would be of you right now. I mean, you helped make me this awesome. Not that I wasn't naturally brilliant."

He smiled as Astrid gestured to herself.

"Dad says that. 'Ah, yer mother would be every bit as proud of you as I am', and honestly, it is a nice thought. Thanks for the compliment... I think it was a compliment."

"It was. Don't get used to them."

"Gods forbid."

Astrid winked, then pottered off to continue with her college work. Hiccup went back to his paper, his favourite hobby a tame drawing dragons against Astrid's own more physical activities. Almost finished, the black dragon with huge green eyes was inspired by his childhood pet cat, Toothless. Astrid wasn't as big a fan of cats so they didn't have one, though she did have a pet bird named Stormfly - she always squawked and flapped when there were storms outside.

They rattled on comfortably for many more months, celebrating Astrid's eighteenth birthday and his own twenty eighth. Astrid started dating once she was done with college, opting to take a year out to decide which direction her life and career would take before she decided to go on to university or seek long term employment. Hiccup's engineering job supported them well enough, and Astrid had Hiccup's father in the palm of her hand - Stoick had always ensured Astrid never wanted for anything, to the extent of spoiling her rotten really.

For the time being, Astrid had a part time job in a coffee shop, which mostly just funded her hobbies and paid for things outside of the money Hiccup gave her to buy clothes and other essentials.

When she confided in him she had a boyfriend - there were few secrets and little Astrid felt she couldn't tell Hiccup - Hiccup bought Astrid condoms.

"The pill doesn't stop you catching STIs."

"Gross."

"I trust you to make good choices Astrid. I just can't vouch for the guys you may or may not date."

Astrid nodded, taking the box of condoms from Hiccup's hand.

"I'm still... you know, I haven't gone all the way with any guy yet but nice to know you trust me."

Hiccup smiled, feeling boosted by her easy trust in him.

"You can always come talk to me. About anything. Including sex, ok? I don't want you thinking it's shameful or embarrassing."

"Thanks."

Astrid's ringtone trilled, prompting her to pull out her mobile phone and answer a call.

"I gotta go, work wants me to cover. I'll be back in time for dinner."

"Any particular request?"

Astrid hmm-ed, thinking as she went in search of her shoes.

"What about that pasta thing you made last week?"

"Pasta bake? I can do that."

She smiled, leant down and kissed his cheek.

"You're the best. Later!"

Astrid vanished, leaving Hiccup to enjoy his day off alone. Not that he didn't enjoy Astrid's company - she was witty, funny and easy to be around. He felt blessed to be a part of her life. Many commended his job of raising her, but honestly Hiccup reckoned that was all Astrid. She was excellent raw material.

He fed her bird, then took himself for a bath because he had the time. Hiccup did some housework he had been falling behind on, then started on the pasta bake Astrid wanted. He pre-cooked the pasta, covered it in sauce and added chopped vegetables, a spoonful of lazy garlic and some cheese. Astrid may be slender, but she ate like a Viking and could put away more food than Hiccup.

Astrid came home, they ate dinner and it was a perfectly normal night.

The next day was when it all changed.

Hiccup was quietly sketching away in the living room, as it had the best natural light. The back door was open, letting a gentle breeze circulate through the house. Astrid was in her room, doing Thor only knew what as he heard her occasionally curse and thunder about.

"Hiccup?"

Astrid called him, and Hiccup immediately headed toward her room. He didn't immediately enter - that was one of their rules, never enter each others rooms without invitation.

"Yeah?"

"I have... this is kinda weird to ask but I need a guys opinion."

"About what?"

"Just... come in here?"

Somewhat reticent, Hiccup opened the door and just about fell over in shock. Astrid was wearing next to nothing, body only covered by a pair of red and black lace briefs, complete with a matching bra. The colours highlighted Astrid's soft ivory skin tone, the material practically moulded to the curve of her backside, skimming along the tops of her lean, muscled thighs and when had Astrid the girl he raised turn into to a woman? Hiccup was stunned.

Realising he was staring, Hiccup immediately turned to leave.

"Hey, wait!"

Keeping his face resolutely facing the doorway instead of Astrid's body, Hiccup managed to ask.

"Astrid, why am I in your room when you have nothing on?"

"Because I wanted an opinion on this stuff and, well, Heather is useless for this stuff."

"So I'm your only option?"

"Yes."

Swallowing thickly, Hiccup turned back around and tried not to notice how perfectly the bra cupped her breasts. He had barely ever acknowledged Astrid even had breasts before. This was akin to shoving them in his face. Hiccup refused to consider whether or not that was an appealing thought.

"Alright. What do you need to know?"

"Is this ok? I feel kinda silly but I'm tired of being a virgin and I know a guy who'll do it. I just need to get his attention."

It was working. Not that she was after you, stop it Hiccup.

He finally realised the full implications of what she was saying.

"You what? Astrid, are you telling me you're going to have sex with someone just for the sake of it?"

He shouldn't be prolonging the conversation. His skin was feeling too warm.

"Yeah. I wasn't sure I was ready with Ryan, and he got bored of waiting and dumped me. So... I need to get this thing dealt with."

Hiccup wasn't sure if he wanted to track down Ryan and teach him respect for women, or set Astrid straight first. Since Astrid was there, he decided it was more time efficient.

"Do me a favour and put on a shirt?"

"Why?"

"Because I want to talk to you."

Astrid vaguely frowned, but complied with putting on a t-shirt. Hiccup sat on the end of her bed, relieved her bare skin was mostly covered again so he could breathe freely, and indicated she should sit next to him.

"Listen to me. I'm not going to preach that sex is all about love, because I have definitely had sex with people I wasn't in love with. But... if you're not ready and a guy doesn't respect that, he isn't worth your time or your body. Having sex with some guy who will just put it anywhere just to stop being a virgin... I worry you'll regret it. You only get one chance to have your first time."

Astrid nodded, looking to be genuinely listening to what Hiccup was saying.

"So you think I should wait?"

"I think you should wait for someone you feel comfortable with. Because that's important. If you're nervous and uncomfortable, you probably aren't going to enjoy it, and sex is supposed to be fun. For both of you."

Astrid's lower lip jutted out in thought, raising a painfully intrusive thought to Hiccup of whether or not it felt as soft as it looked.

"Alright. Thanks Hiccup."

She turned and threw her arms around him, inadvertently crushing those suddenly-noticeable breasts against his chest and Hiccup hoped she didn't notice the sudden tension in his frame.

"You didn't answer my question though."

Distracted by the sudden heat sparking on his skin, Hiccup had to clarify.

"What question?"

Astrid leant back, looking confused.

"Whether or not my underwear was ok."

"Oh. Uh... I guess so."

Her face fell and Hiccups stomach went with it.

"Wow. What a compliment. I feel real special now."

"What do you want me to say Astrid?"

"Nothing. It's fine. You can go. Good talk."

Perplexed, Hiccup left feeling like somewhere, he had said something wrong but couldn't put his finger on what.

He also felt deeply ashamed, his half-hard cock not the slightest bit dissuaded by Astrid's sudden sour mood. It had clearly been too long since he had sex if Hiccup had to go jerk off because he had seen an adult female body in underwear. If he refused to connect the body to Astrid... it wasn't so bad right?

Hiccup could taste the lie as he came, blonde hair and blue eyes flashing across his mind at the point of climax rather than a faceless, nameless body. Nausea reigned before the rush had even faded, bite marks in his fist where Hiccup had shoved his hand in the way to muffle his groans.

Astrid avoided the rest of the day, and Hiccup was a mix of relieved and saddened. Relieved he had more time to hate himself in peace, saddened that he had upset her so. She avoided him much of the next day too, but as they were both at work it was considerably easier for her to do so. He cooked dinner and called her, but Astrid ate in stony silence and returned to her room just as silently.

The next day, she had suddenly thawed.

There was no discussion of the temporary cold shoulder - Astrid just came out of her room bright and cheery, hugging him and kissing his cheek like normal and cracking jokes.

Hiccup wished his reactions had stayed so normal. Astrid's lips on his skin made his gut tighten with heat. Her laugh seemed to soak into his skin and stay there, taking up residence in his very bones to ensure he couldn't forget it. All the things Hiccup had never noticed before began to haunt him.

Like the way Astrid's constant exercise and active hobbies left her limber, always leaning and stretching and just generally tormenting him with views of her jeans strained over her ass, the one he had seen cupped in red lace. Or there were the times she was leaning over facing him for something, like leaning across the table where if Hiccup so much as flicked his gaze up, he could see down her shirt. He would find an alluring image of her full breasts, then feel horrified with himself for even thinking about it.

Then there was her mouth. Those pouts that had always been petulant and sweet became tempting, sexy even. Hiccup would find himself thinking about capturing that plush lower lip between his own, sinking his teeth into it so Astrid would feel the faint sting and remember him afterward.

Hiccup ached to feel the taut muscles of her thighs beneath his hands, his mouth as he explored the pale, untouched skin. Astrid spent just a little too much time in shorts for Hiccup's sanity, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to act calm and casual when Astrid hugged him, when she snuggled up on the sofa next to him sleepily during movie night.

When Astrid peered around his bedroom door one night, interrupting Hiccup relieving the increasing tension of her presence and his terrible thoughts, he wanted to cry. Instead, he feigned sleepiness and confusion, hoping the bedcover wasn't tenting over his erection.

"What's wrong Astrid?"

She shuffled nervously, fiddling with the hem of her pyjama vest.

"I had a bad dream. I... it doesn't matter. I'll go."

"No!" Hiccup immediately halted her, probably against all sense of reason. Astrid blinked in surprise and he hastened to add "I mean, if you came here for comfort, that's ok."

"Really?"

No. Stop it. Hiccup was being ridiculous.

"Even grownups get nightmares."

Hiccup was having one right now. Astrid was getting in his bed when he had a hard on for her. He had managed to get his bottoms back up, ensuring his groin was angled away from her as Astrid sweetly, innocently cuddled up to him.

"What was your bad dream about?"

"Fire."

That one word said it all. Astrid might be a grownup, but that didn't change that she had gone through a deeply traumatic loss. Hiccup wrapped his arm around her, kissing her forehead like he used to to 'kiss her nightmares better' when she was a child. Astrid's eyes fluttered closed, though he wasn't sure she was actually sleeping.

"Hey, Hiccup?"

Yep. Not asleep. No more convalescent than his still-hard cock. How was it to settle when the object of his twisted desire was so close?

"Yeah?"

"Was your first time with someone you were comfortable with?"

This was a very not good topic of conversation for Astrid to bring up when he was aroused.

"Uh. Kind of. I mean, I was nervous anyway because it was both of our first times, but I don't regret who I picked."

Astrid thought on his words quietly, breathing in time with the pulse throbbing in his groin.

"How do you feel safe enough to be so... exposed with someone for the first time?"

Hiccup did not need that reminder that he knew what much of her body looked like exposed. He tried to keep his voice even.

"Well... when you know someone really well, you can start to feel safe they won't judge you or your body. That they'll stop if you ask them to. And most times, your first time going all the way isn't the first time you see each other with clothes off."

"How do you mean?"

Hiccup was not prepared for this conversation. It was late and he was hard.

"You might... use your hand or mouth on someone. You might just kiss and fool around with your shirts off."

"Oh. I think maybe we did hands stuff but Ryan said I wasn't as good at it as him, so if I wasn't going to use my mouth then there was no point."

Increasingly certain he wanted to cause Ryan pain, Hiccup growled. He turned on his side, making sure Astrid could see his face in the lamp light.

"Listen to me. Nobody can tell you what to do with your own body. If someone tries to pressure you into something you don't want to do, you get out of there. Alright?"

She looked up at him, nodding tightly.

"Alright. I'm pretty tough, I'll fight them off if I have to."

Hiccup smiled, glad to be getting through to her. Before he could turn away, he saw Astrid looking down beneath the covers and he realised with a thrill of horror that he had forgotten himself when he turned on his side.

"Did I interrupt you?"

Cheeks burning, Hiccup turned away quickly and ignored the aching loss of her warmth on his turgid cock.

"Kind of. It doesn't matter though, you're more important than... never mind."

Astrid giggled and it seeped into his skin, heating him in ways it shouldn't.

"Hey. Turn around."

"Nope, I'm good for embarrassment thanks."

Astrid sighed, shifting behind him and physically grabbing and turning him to lay on his back. She leant up on her hand with a bent elbow.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

Hiccup frowned.

"Why did you want me to turn around?"

Astrid's cryptic answer confused him.

"I wanted to see something."

Before Hiccup could ask what it was she was looking for, Astrid had leant down, placing her free hand on his cheek before those soft-looking lips touched his own. Instinct made him respond for just a second, then cold hard reason made him stop and pull back.

"A-Astrid, what are you doing?"

She tried again, growling in frustration when he moved away and looked at her expectantly for an answer.

"You said I needed to be safe and comfortable. Who is going to make me feel that way more than you?"

Hiccup wanted to give in. Oh, he wanted so badly. But he owed Astrid better than that. Placing his hands on her upper arms gently, Hiccup firmly pushed her a few inches away.

"Then let me do something to keep that true and tell you this is wrong."

Astrid didn't look convinced.

"Why is it? You're not my father."

"I've raised you since you were nine."

Astrid managed to move his hands, pushing closer again.

"And I've been checking you out since I was thirteen."

She kissed him again, more insistent this time and Hiccup felt his resolve weakening as she licked teasingly at his mouth. He tried again to dissuade her before he did something unforgivable.

"Astrid, stop. This isn't right You need to be with someone your own age."

Astrid literally rolled her eyes, running her hand down his chest like a hot line of sparks across his clothed skin.

"I'm not asking for a relationship or undying love here. I just want someone I'm attracted to and who makes me feel safe and comfortable to be my first. The fact you've got years of experience doesn't hurt either."

"But-"

She placed a finger against his lips, silencing him.

"Tell me you're not attracted to me, or that you physically or emotionally can not do this. Tell me and I'll go. Otherwise... show me what it's meant to be like before I'm stuck going for anyone who'll do me."

Hiccup gave in to those begging blue eyes, initiating the next kiss and Astrid made a pleased sound in the back of her throat, sliding her hand around the back of his neck to hold him close as their mouths slid over each other with wet sounds and Astrid's soft gasps.

She broke off first to breathe, panting as she reached for the hem of Hiccup's t-shirt and pushing it up rather insistently. Hiccup let her take off his t-shirt, hands callused with rock climbing and holding bows and arrows at archery class raking down his bare chest. He was under no illusions about his scrawny body, but Astrid seemed more than happy to continue exploring it.

He was more hesitant, not sure he could bring himself to undress Astrid but she took the initiative and shimmied out of her vest herself. Hiccup felt a growl escape him as he saw that red and black bra she had asked his opinion on before, stark and sexy against her alabaster skin.

"You like?"

"More than I should."

Astrid smirked, guiding his hand to her covered breast and watching as he cupped it gently.

"You spent a good minute staring at me in this, then you couldn't say a single nice thing about them. That got to me."

"I'm sorry" Hiccup murmured the words across her lips "I was trying not to be bad."

Astrid kissed him, placing her hand over his and squeezing, making him squeeze her breast and she fucking whimpered, repeating the motion until Hiccup continued to squeeze her gently of his own volition.

Then the little minx smirked against his mouth, reaching an arm behind her and suddenly the bra was loose in his hand. For someone nervous about her first time, Astrid was remarkably uninhibited. Hiccup took a deep breath before he pulled the bra away, revealing her gorgeous bare chest to his hungry eyes.

"Be gentle, I'm sensitive here."

Hiccup had a terribly perverse image of Astrid playing with her breasts by herself, pleasuring herself and his cock pulsed in his shorts, hot and hard against his thigh. She gasped as his fingers merely brushed the side of her breast, nipple firm and swollen before he touched it. Astrid shivered, staring at him with a heady mix of trust and desire as Hiccup slowly rubbed one of her breasts.

"Lay on your back for me?"

He asked gently, Astrid immediately complying even as she lifted her head, capturing his lips again. Hiccup returned the kiss, now slowly and teasingly coasting his thumbs across the peaks of her breasts. Astrid moaned hotly into his mouth, arching her back to push her breasts more firmly against his hands.

She wanted a good first time; Hiccup would do his best to deliver.

He caved to the urge to taste her skin, leaving kisses along the length of her neck and Astrid immediately turned her head to expose more skin to him, keening softly in her throat in pleasure.

"Gods Hiccup, feels so good."

"If I do something you don't want" Hiccup breathed the words against her ear "tell me."

Astrid nodded when she realised he wasn't continuining until she acknowledged him, arching again when Hiccup's mouth slid further down. This was as much for his pleasure as Astrid's own; her pebbled nipples were practically begging for his mouth.

"Oh gods!"

She cried out as Hiccup sealed his lips around one pink bud, trembling as he sucked it softly. He added suction slowly since Astrid warned him she was sensitive, winning responsive moans from her mouth. Hiccup flicked his tongue across the tip and Astrid thrashed, clutching his hair and making an array of sinfully sensual sounds.

"S-slow down, t-too much!"

Hiccup lifted his mouth off, enjoying her whine of frustration despite her asking him to stop.

"Sorry."

Astrid quivered, skin flushed and eyes bright with desire.

"N-never had anyone else touch me there before."

Hiccup crawled back up her body, kissing her again and Astrid responded with a more primal heat than before as arousal began to affect her.

"Well now you know it'll feel good."

"Mmm. Can you carry on making me feel good now?"

Astrid smiled, coy and playful when Hiccup raised an eyebrow. He wasn't about to turn her down though.

"I can do that."

He kissed her again, moving back down to lick and suck at her other breast. Astrid moaned and rocked up into his mouth, fingers burying in his hair to hold Hiccup to her chest and continue the pleasure.

"H-Hiccup, you're making me so wet."

Her breathy words sent heat rolling through Hiccup, almost caving to the urge to press his hand between her thighs to see if the fabric of her bottoms were damp. Instead, he nipped at the pale skin of her breast and left a small red mark there. It was all he would allow himself. Astrid trembled in response.

"That's what's meant to happen."

She squirmed, guiding his hand from next to her to her waist with a soft, pleading look in her eyes.

"Touch me?"

Hiccup couldn't deny her anything, not when Astrid looked so delectable, soft and wanting beneath him. When she was asking him to show her how sex should be; begging him to make her feel safe in this most intimate of experiences, to give her the best first time he could.

"Lift your hips up."

Astrid complied, letting Hiccup pull off her bottoms. He left those gorgeous lace briefs on, surveying Astrid with her thighs trembling with want. Hiccup leant up again and kissed her, tickling his fingers along her inner thigh and drinking down her needy whines. When his fingers made purchase with the soaked lace covering her Astrid quaked, hands clutching at his bicep, his shoulder.

"Uhh, more!"

She was demanding and he thrilled in it, glad to know Astrid wouldn't struggle insisting on what she wanted in bed. Hiccup rubbed over her clit through the material, reveling in the full body shudders as Astrid's frame was wracked with pleasure. He kept it up, wanting her to either come or be mindlessly close before he got her naked.

The way her thighs tensed, the flexing of her firm abdomen muscles and her increasingly desperate moans told that she was getting close, and feeling a little evil, Hiccup stopped.

"Hiccup!"

"Don't worry" Hiccup kissed her "I won't leave you hanging.".

He reached for her waistband, Astrid's hips practically shooting off the bed to aid the removal of her underwear. Hiccup took a minute to just appreciate her body, shamefully committing it to memory for after tonight when this would be over.

Then she was whining needily, parting her thighs in a clear request for Hiccup to finish what he started and he was struck by how easily and eagerly Astrid allowed herself to be exposed to him, with him. Tasting her scent on the air, Hiccup lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and left a trail of kisses along the inside, from calf to knee before becoming more sloppy, open mouthed kisses all the way up her inner thigh.

Astrid continued to wriggle and squirm, knowing she wanted more without knowing exactly what more was or how it would feel. Hiccup had always enjoyed going down on his sexual partners, thrilling in the unique taste and powerful reactions generally only won with an eager tongue exploring them intimately.

Placing more kisses on the sensitive patch right before the crease of where thigh met groin, Hiccup let Astrid feel hot breath on wet skin before he switched sides, skipping over where she wanted his mouth in favour of kissing her other thigh. Astrid was so wet he could taste her arousal on the skin of her thighs.

"H-Hiccup! No more teasing p-please."

Astrid was literally shaking, so tightly wound Hiccup was sure if he wanted he could make her come in under a minute. Instead, he rubbed soothing circles on the inside of her knee, ensuring she was comfortable with what was an incredibly intimate position.

"Breathe. It's going to happen, promise."

Astrid nodded, taking in a few deep breaths and visibly relaxing. He wanted to make her come, but Hiccup also wanted Astrid coherent enough to appreciate the act itself rather than simply the end result of stimulation.

"Calmed down a little?"

She nodded again. Hiccup smiled, first nuzzling at her thigh before finally getting his first proper taste of her as his tongue darted across her slit, teasing at the rounded bump of her clitoris.

"Gods- oh fuck! M-more!"

Astrid was eager from first blush, clearly keen on the feelings inspired by Hiccup's lips and tongue as he kissed and licked her clit, suckling it between his lips gently and watching Astrid thrash and buck, hearing her moan and feeling her fist a hand tight in his hair. Her thighs quivered where they rested on his shoulders, tightening around his head as Astrid raced toward climax again.

This time he didn't cruelly stop, letting Astrid climb the peak only to topple over it, practically crushing his head between strong thighs as Hiccup used his mouth to get her off. He eagerly took the flood of wetness that filled his mouth, Astrid's taste absolutely the most erotic he had ever experienced.

Eventually his skull was released from Astrid's vice, ears a little sore but completely worth it to see her so blissed out. Wiping his face clean on his discarded t-shirt, Hiccup made his way back up the bed and waited for Astrid to return from Valhalla.

"W-o-w. That was... just wow."

He couldn't help feeling a little smug - Hiccup did so love to see someone post-orgasm, utterly lax with pleasure.

"So... you liked that then?"

"Very much so."

Hiccup was surprised when a suddenly active Astrid practically leapt on top of him, shoving down his shorts and rubbing herself along his shaft leaving hot slick over him.

"Want you."

Hiccup had to slow her, gripping her thighs.

"As- Astrid, wait!"

"Why?"

She whined, unhappy to be denied.

"Condom."

Her face cleared somewhat, looking around like she expected them to materialise.

"Bedside drawer."

He couldn't easily reach with Astrid on top of him. She leant over, locating the foil square and Hiccup took it from her - now wasn't the time to find out if she knew how to put one on him. He sheathed his cock, ignoring the insistent pulse as it demanded to know why he had let it wait so long.

"You wanna be on top?"

Astrid bit her lip, nodding and Hiccup conceded, holding the base of his cock as Astrid tried to line herself up with him.

"Forward a little m- fuck, there you go."

Even through latex, Astrid's soft heat took his breath away. She sank down slowly, still biting her lip and Hiccup had never seen a more bewitching sight.

"F-feels... too much."

"If you want to stop, we can."

HIccup's cock disagreed but Hiccup's mind and heart both concurred that Astrid didn't have to do anything she didn't want.

"M'okay. Just intense."

He fought to stay still, feeling Astrid's muscles tighten and relax around him repeatedly as she struggled to accommodate him inside her.

"Not- Odin, you're tight... not sure I'll last long."

Astrid hummed, rocking herself slightly.

"S'okay, don't think I'll come first time. Just... just wanted it to be you."

Before he could process her words properly, Astrid was working out how to use her thigh muscles to raise herself up and slide back down his length, inch by painstaking inch. After a few more thrusts, the tension in her face began to ease.

"Getting... better."

"Good, but you can stop if you need."

Astrid shook her head, slowly getting the hang of riding him but Hiccup was barely clinging on - he was too aroused, it had been too long.

"Sorry, but... ugh, gonna come soon."

She smiled, caressing his cheek in a way more intimate than the fact he was inside her.

"It's ok. That's what's meant to happen."

The little nymph used his own words against him, smirking as she continued to drive him crazy with her soft, wet heat until Hiccup thought he might lose his mind.

"Fuck, I'm coming!"

Hiccups hands tightened on her hips, his own breaking free from his mental restrictions to thrust up a few times as the climax took him. The condom caught it, but Astrid still seemed to know it was happening and petted his hair, leant down to kiss him.

"Thank you."

The words whispered against his cheek before her lips were on his again. They disengaged slowly and Astrid winced a little, but she was all smiles as they returned to laying down now totally naked.

"So... was that okay?"

"Mmm. More than. Thank you Hiccup."

Astrid drifted off to sleep within minutes, leaving Hiccup to watch her.

He wasn't sure if he felt sick or sated. Maybe both.

-HTTYD-

I'm not a huge fan of this idea but it's part of a matching set! I don't condone banging your stepdad or hitting on your adoptive daughter. Hypocritical for a guy who writes Valcup, I know.