Just because I'm not currently writing, doesn't mean the excellent human who writes this for me isn't.

So Valcup fans are not without.

-HTTYD-

Hiccup had finished with his homework an hour or so earlier, just before the time he usually turned everything off and crawled into bed for sleep. Tonight however, he was wide awake, practically on edge with excitement. About half an hour ago, he'd turned everything off but a single lamp beside his bed, and was leaned back, his hands folded behind his head, trying to look naturally relaxed.

The usual sound of low music came from a radio on his bedside table, and his eyes were locked on the door, just a few feet away. He was trying to get himself to calm down. He really didn't want to embarass himself, and so after the first thirty minutes or so of languishing, he reached for one of the books on the shelf nearest his bed, and propped himself back against the headboard.

Every now and then, elsewhere in the house, he could hear the sound of Valka and Stoick talking. His father would say something, his mother would reply, and every now and again, the sound of casual laughter passed between them. He wasn't jealous, that wasn't the feeling in his gut. But he was starting to worry that maybe he'd overstepped his boundaries.

At some point amidst his reading, he heard the sound of his father retreating to the distant bedroom that he and Valka shared, after the woman bid him a quiet goodnight. Hiccup held his breath, and after about another fifteen minutes had passed, he heard a soft, singular knock on the door to his room.

"C-," his voice broke and he had to try a second time, "Come in."

Valka stuck her head just inside Hiccup's door for a moment, and she seemed relieved by the normalcy of the situation. Hiccup just on his bed like usual, reading. She could deal with that well enough. She closed the door behind her with a soft click, and crossed the short distance between it, and Hiccup's bed, coming to settle herself down onto the side of it.

"Hiccup, I-", "Mom, we-," they began simultaneously, voices equally awkward. There was a pause, and then laughter bubbled up between the both of them, and broke the tension. "You first, Mom." Hiccup gestured towards her.

"Hiccup, I wanted to apologize. I ambushed you earlier today over your homework, and I feel like I shouldn't have. We should have had a long, rational conversation before any of .. what happened, happened." Valka's ears had tinged pink at the tips, and she gestured between them as she spoke.

"I love you, darling boy, and always have, but this is different. And I want to make sure, with all enthusiasm, that this is very much something you want, and not something you're simply going along with."

Hiccup leaned forward, and reached for one of Valka's hands as she spoke. After everything that happened earlier, she thought he might not want this? He boggled internally for a moment, before speaking up quickly.

"No!" He practically shouted.

Valka blinked at him at the sudden outburst, looking hesitantly towards the door again, before Hiccup continued, "I mean, no, I this isn't something I'm going along with."

He reached up with his free hand and scrubbed it back and forth through his hair, brown mess falling around his face as he tried to find the best way to talk about this.

"I saw you, Mom. A while back. I was just going past your room, and I didn't meant to, but the door was slightly open. And you were laid back on your bed, and you had a toy and you were moaning, and… I heard you." Valka paled for just a moment. Surely he didn't mean..?

"I heard you call my name when you came." Oh, he had. And Hiccup was looking anywhere but at her, trying to bite past the embarrassing parts of the conversation as quickly as he could, though the more he talked, the harder he got in his jeans. Especially after talking about her cumming, and the way his mind immediately danced back to earlier, at the dinner table.

"And I realize that meant you probably wanted me. And I'd wanted you too. I mean, I know it's supposed to be this whole scientific thing, mother complex and everything, right? But I just… want you. You're beautiful, you're strong, you work so hard to keep everything in the house going smoothly, and I know things with you and Dad aren't great in that sense, and just, yeah..." He trailed off, clearing his throat, and then having to do it again before he could manage to finally say the words.

"I very much want this - us together like this - if you're okay with it." His voice had dropped at the very end, his eyes sliding down to where he was still holding her hand, thumb stroking gently across the outside of her hand, and up along her wrist. "I'd like it to be a permanent thing. Unless one of us says we don't want it anymore. I don't just want to be the son you sleep with. I want us to be lovers. Together."

Valka was quiet as she listened to her son speak, and when he finished, she lifted her hand where he was holding hers, and pressed a kiss to the back of it. A gesture meant for comfort and reassurance.

"Hiccup, this whole thing began because I saw you. You and, I think that mop of blonde hair belongs to Camilla," her tone held a touch of wryness, and this time Hiccup had the good manners to turn red, coughing slightly and letting his eyes dart around the room. Camilla was his cousin, so he was caught there. But, like being with his cousin was somehow something to be ashamed of? Especially after earlier.

"You two were going at it quite furiously. And we both know your father has his partner." She said the word with a fondness that from anyone else, Hiccup might have found unusual. But Valka loved Stoick, even if that love had shifted over the years. "And I haven't. Or hadn't. I'd very much like this to be more permanent as well. And if either of us ever wants to stop, for any reason, we talk. Just as we are now."

Hiccup smiled, and leaned forward, arms wrapping around his mother.

"That sounds like a great idea, Mom. We can handle this well. Like two completely mature adults." He smiled, face buried against her neck.

Valka leaned into the embrace and wound her arms around Hiccup, squeezing him tight. The tension that had made her actions more subdued when she entered had alleviated when Hiccup had asked, and she had answered in the affirmative. Hiccup wasn't just her son now. He was her lover.

Not only was everything okay, and her fears alleviated, but this meant that they both wanted the same thing. Valka shifted around to hug him better, and somewhere in the midst of the embrace, the mood between the two changed.

Hiccup leaned back from Valka, releasing her from the hug, as one of her hands lifted, caressing the side of his face gently, her slender fingers delicate against his cheek. He leaned into the gesture, his eyes closing for a brief moment, before they opened again, focusing on her face with a smile that was enough to make her heart flutter beneath her breast.

It was hard to say which of them leaned forward first, whether it was Hiccup, Valka, or if they simply met in the middle, but there was a slight surge of bodies as their lips fused, heads tipped as mouths slanted across one another.

The kiss was a meeting of equals, not a struggle for dominance, tongues slipping and exploring around one another as Hiccup's hands lifted again, one cradling Valka's hip as the other tangled in her hair, reaching and feeling for the ties that kept her hair in place.

Fingers groped for a moment or two, and then waves of red hair tinged with the white of age spilled free over his hands. He flexed an unsteady hand through the curtain of red and white that cascaded down her back, and she gave a soft laugh as they broke the kiss, her tone teasing.

"And how long have you been wanting to do that then?"

Hiccup grinned as she leaned back, one hand bringing the mass of her hair forward, before he leaned to nip at her bottom lip, a quick flash of teeth and a light tug, and he leaned back again.

"Which part, Mom? The hair thing, or the kiss? Because the hair thing has been since I was little. The kiss? Ever since dinner, when you swallowed down my cum." The words were so out of place out of Hiccup's mouth, and the tone so much deeper than she was used to, that she felt a flush of arousal wash across her. For all that Hiccup was her sweet little boy, he also had a filthy mouth on him. In more ways than one.

Hiccup, to his credit, was fighting off the rising blush that kept threatening to overtake his freckled face. He was trying to be smooth, and take his time, and be patient and mature. But all he really wanted was to bury himself back inside her, feel her clench around him. And he held his patience for a few more minutes before a hand gripped her hair tighter and he leaned back in, mouth slanting across hers again.

This time the dance of their tongues was aggressive, the tug on her hair sparking something in equal measure in Valka, as the dirty talk had in Hiccup. The loving mannerism was gone, replaced by a raw need that had fingers scrabbling for fastenings, her hands jerking at the button on Hiccup's jeans, as Hiccup's fingers ended up frustratedly tugging at the hem of her shirt to pull it free from her pants.

They both wanted, no, needed to be naked. Now.

Mouths came together again and again as the jerky motions of undressing interrupted their kiss. A shirt tugged off and tossed aside, jeans stripped down long and lean legs onto to be discarded into a pile beside the bed.

A silky bra and matching panties tugged down and tossed onto the bed with haphazard motions, until finally, Hiccup and Valka sat together on the bed, one of his hands cradling a heavy breast as he thumbed a nipple, while her fingertips worked down one of his thighs in a motion that had both his leg and his cock twitching at the mere proximity of her touch.

"Do you want to be on top this time, Mom?" Hiccup dipped his head towards the nipple he'd been thumbing at, and smiled around the tight bud when Valka's first attempt at a reply was broken down to a slight whimper when his tongue flicked and swirled around the tight skin.

He felt the tug of fingers in his hair and the arch of her back towards him, and for a moment, he was content to let his tongue play across her skin and feel the flush of heat beneath his touch, and the way that her breath came quicker in little increments. Finally, he pulled back again, and asked a second time, his voice quieter this time.

"Do you want to be on top this t-" He didn't make it through the last two words, as Valka's hands met his shoulders and pushed him back onto the bed against the pillows.

"Hiccup," Valka's face and skin was flushed with heat, her fingers sliding down his waist to the stiff shaft hanging heavy between his thighs, "it's rude to tease your mother." Her tone was anything but scolding as her fingers stroked up and down the length of him.

Her touch was so beautifully soft while her grip was firm, and his hips pumped upwards as she swung a leg over his waist and settled the lush curve of her ass on the tops of his thighs, fingers still stroking his cock with a rhythmic motion. Precum wept from the slit at the end of his shaft as his eyes settled on her. Hungrily, they scanned her body, his hands coming to rest on the outside of her thighs.

From the spill of red and white hair down her shoulders, the heavy curve of her breasts, the lean tone of her body from years of exercise and the nest of curls between her thighs that hid a damp wetness he wanted to sink himself back into, she was absolute perfection to him. Beautiful, experienced, loving; was it any wonder that he wanted her so much?

"I know it's rude to tease, but I can't-" He hissed when fingertips smoothed across the head of his shaft and coated him with the wetness leaking from the tip of him. Just watching her like this was almost painful. "-can't help it, Mom. You're beautiful, and I want you and…"

His expression was pained in the best sort of way as her hand kept moving at an even, torturous pace across his skin.

"-and now who is doing the teasing!?" Hiccup couldn't help the near squeak that came out at the end of his sentence as her fingers moved over his skin just right - too much, too fast - and it was only when she gripped the base of him and squeezed tight with her other hand that he managed not to leak all over her hand, the sudden sharp sensations were a stab of pleasure that had his jaw clenching.

That was a new feeling.

It was hard to tell who was teasing who then, as his hands slid up her thighs, stroking over the toned skin even as his hips jerked beneath her touch. He'd never had an orgasm without ejaculating before, but the clench had done something and he was definitely going to have to look into that for the future.

The fact that one hand still gripped the base of him tight while the other stroked sensitive skin had noises boiling up from his chest that he wasn't ever aware he could make. He was almost growling, and judging from the flush spread across Valka's body every time he made those noises, she definitely approved.

He couldn't handle the prolonged touch, though, and after a few minutes he gripped her wrist and slid further up onto the bed, leaning against his pillows. He needed a moment to breath, and she needed to stop giving him that heavy lidded look, like she wanted to devour him whole.

He'd thought she'd been sexy before, just being his mom. But in the bedroom? He felt so far out of his league. And not even in a bad way. He pulled her down for a kiss, even as he adjusted his back against the pile of pillows that he'd been leaning on to read.

She slid forward on her knees when he leaned upward, and the motion brought an electric contact between the two as the wet folds of her sex slid along the rigid length of his cock, and they both swallowed back a moan. Hiccup arched his hips beneath her, and again, his cock slid back and forth across slick skin, using the slippery lubricant of their arousal to create a delicious friction that had both of them panting.

"Now, Mom?" Hiccup broke the kiss as he stared up at Valka, her body shaking above his. The feeling was too good, and she shifted again on her knees, this time to lift herself up, one hand bracing on the wall above Hiccup's head as he adjusted the angle of his cock with one hand, and guided her hips down with the other.

This time, when she swallowed him into her wetness, he was braced, at least, as much as he could be, and as she settled fully onto him, he bit back a curse, cock jerking inside her. She was so tight, and while he was used to being on top, or being behind someone, this wasn't something that he and any of his few partners had tried before. But he was hitting her so deep, and from the way her eyes closed and her body slumped forward onto him, it was as good an angle for her as it was for him.

His hand slid free from between them as he eased the last inch or so into her, and he felt the sharp sensation of her nails curling into his shoulders as the walls of her cunt gripped hard around him. Apparently, angled like this, he hit just the right spot inside her.

"Hiccup? Fuck me." Valka moaned as her tongue slid across her lips, spreading her knees so she'd sink further down on him, hips moving forward in the motion to milk at the rigid length of his cock, both of her hands planting on the wall to brace.

"Yes ma'am." His reply was instant, and his legs parted slightly, planting his feet on the bed, his hips beginning a sharp pace upward. From the first thrust, Valka's head dipped forward, red hair spilling over her breasts and across his own chest, her eyes closing as Hiccup thrust himself in and out of her tight core.

Her fingers against the wall shifted until they were coiled into fists, the sharp motions of the young man beneath her as his body set a frantic pace sending deliciously pulsing waves across her body so sharply she was breathless. From that angle, the head of his cock brushed across the bundle of muscle of her g-spot so quickly and so intensely that her control was slipping.

She'd wanted to ride him slowly, to savor this after the feelings they'd shared earlier, but there was no way. Not like this. This was frenetic and fevered, the bed swaying beneath them as her hips arched down to meet his thrusts with every motion. And then he shifted again, and his hands were on her outer thighs, pulling her down faster as their bodies slapped together depravedly in the dim light of his room.

At some point one of his hands slid between their bodies where they were slapping together, and his thumb started dancing across her clit, and that was all she could handle. Her hands dropped off the wall, wrapping around his shoulders as her head dipped down and it was all she could do not to bite him as orgasm raced across her like a wave, wetness spreading across the bed beneath them as she came around him, her cunt squeezing so tight it nearly forced him out of her.

His thrusts were so much sharper and deeper now, and she could see the tension beneath his skin as his entire body tensed like a drawn bowstring, one last snapping thrust all he managed before he spilled inside her, her name like a mantra through his gritted teeth.

And then like a surging wave pulling back from the shore, it was over, the both of them trembling, his breath being drug in as great gasps, and her own breathing falling into hiccuping giggles that she struggled to get under control. Neither of them moved for several moments, and then Hiccup began to slide free from inside her, feeling the trickle of cum leaking out of her body and onto his softening cock.

"Gods, Hiccup." Valka lifted her head from his sweaty shoulder just enough to press a kiss to his throat, before she finally pushed herself back up, feeling limp and wrung out. That had been one of the most explosive orgasms she'd had, well, ever.

"Y-yeah. You're telling me," he replied as he continued to gasp for air. When Valka began to shift onto the other side of the bed, Hiccup moved with her, his body stiffening out with a low groan as he stretched.

"So.. give me a little bit and we'll go again?" He grinned over as she stared at him for just a moment. Ah, the wonders of youth. Her lower regions throbbed slightly at the idea of going again, but it definitely wasn't in protest, she found a renewed warmth spreading through her body at the prospect.

"Is ten minutes good enough?" She reached out and traced a finger down his stomach, entire hand splaying across his abdomen as his cock began twitching again.

"Oh yeah, ten is more than enough." He drew towards him, mouth moving towards hers for another kiss.

Hours later, Valka stood under the hot water in the upstairs shower, body stiff from use and wrung completely out. But it was one of the best nights she'd had in a long time. She and Hiccup had explored one another more slowly that second time, bringing one another off with their mouths and tongues and fingers before they'd come together again.

And she'd lost count, at some point, of how many orgasms she'd had. She had to stifle a giggle behind her hand as her body began warming again. Soon. Again very soon.

When she slipped into bed with Stoick fifteen minutes later, she was clean, her wet hair braided, her soft nightgown wrapping up any and all evidence of what she'd done for the night. The larger man seemed surprised that she was in bed earlier than sunrise, and when she scooted back against him, to leech his warmth, he smiled against her freshly washed hair.

"Mmngh. G'nite Valka.." His lips were a slight pressure against the back of her head as one of her hands patted the beefy arm that draped around her, and as the heaviness of sleep began to drag her down, she smiled again, an expression of contentment.

"Goodnight, Stoick." It was the first night in a long time that the couple had gone to bed together, happy and content, each for their own reasons.

In his room, Hiccup lay awake, staring at the ceiling, a dopey looking grin on his face as exhaustion and sleep finally overtook him. Best. Night. Ever.

-HTTYD-

I loved this chapter oh so very much.