The Next Morning
Hiccup and Astrid enjoy a steamy morning together. Takes place after The Next Level. Rating: M (sexy references, fondling, but no overly graphic sex).
Hiccup awoke to find Astrid snoozing beside him, her toes grazing his one remaining ankle and a pair of perky breasts peeking out from beneath the furs. For a moment, he thought he was dreaming. After all, there was no way Astrid Hofferson was naked in his bed, was there?
Brushing her hair from her face, he gently caressed her shoulder. The feeling of her soft skin brought back memories from the previous night, and he grinned at the thought that this was real. “Beautiful,” he mumbled to himself, fixing his gaze on her chest as he gently pressed his thumb to her nipple.
Astrid stirred.
“Beautiful,” he whispered again, this time with his breath warm against her ear.
Her eyes cracked open, and a broad smile spread across her lips at the sight of Hiccup cuddled beside her, his hand cupping her breast. “Mmm, waking me up with a little surprise, huh?” she smirked.
“It’s okay, right?” Hiccup checked, caressing her nipple again. “I mean, yesterday was…uh…what I’m trying to say is that…that I…I…me…um…seeing you…well, naked…”
Astrid cut him off with a kiss. “Of course it’s okay. You already saw it all last night, so there’s no use covering up.” She winked. “You, on the other hand…” She reached for the top of his pants.
Hiccup swallowed hard.
“I’m teasing,” promised the blonde. “But really, babe, when the time comes and you feel ready, I’ll be more than happy to see what you’ve got.”
He nuzzled his nose against her neck. “I know. It’s just that…well…you look so gorgeous naked, and I…I…”
Astrid smirked. “Well, I think you’d look pretty gorgeous naked, too.”
Hiccup laughed. “Yeah, I’m sure my scars are very flattering.”
“I’m serious.” She climbed on top of him and ran her hands over his torso. “You’re hot.” Tracing his nipple, she pressed a kiss against his shoulder.
He tugged on her disheveled braid and offered a wink. “You know, milady, mine aren’t as sensitive as yours.”
Sitting up, Astrid straddled his waist and playfully slapped his chest. “Hey!”
“What was that for?” Hiccup struggled to focus on her face as he noticed her slick folds peeking out from beneath her pubic hair.
“Teasing me,” the blonde replied, sticking out her tongue before reaching over to trace his abs. He wasn’t the big, bulky Viking she knew he wanted to be, but he’d definitely grown since his talking fishbone years. With his tunic on, it was sometimes difficult to tell, but when he was shirtless, Astrid could clearly see that his stomach was toned. And even without seeing him completely nude, she knew his butt was just as nice.
Hiccup groaned as he felt her wetness on his skin, just above the hem of his bottoms. “Astrid…” He cautiously reached out to trace her curves, fingers resting low on her hips.
Astrid traced the trail of hair that grew beneath his belly button, her body shaking with arousal at the thought of what it led to. “Babe,” she finally began, forcing herself off of him. Now wasn’t the time to get too turned on, not until he was comfortable going further.
“Yes, milady?” Hiccup wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek.
“We should get up. The other riders will be awake soon.” She briefly snuggled into him before wriggling out of his embrace and climbing off the mattress. “Is it okay if I have a bath?”
“Of course. I’ll get breakfast started for us.” With a reluctant sigh, he followed her example and slid out of bed, attaching his metal leg in the process. Then, after slipping on a tunic and passing Astrid a fluffy towel, he led her downstairs.
Toothless grumbled at the sight of his rider, who arrived downstairs a bit too late for his liking.
“I know, bud. You’re hungry,” laughed Hiccup. He tossed the Night Fury a handful of fish.
“Is your door locked?” Astrid asked, glancing at the washtub that stood in front of the fire. She knew there wasn’t room for a proper washing area in the huts, but she wanted to ensure at least some privacy before she washed.
“Door locked, curtains closed,” assured Hiccup, helping her pour warm water into the basin. “It’s all yours.”
Astrid found a washcloth and soap, then tossed her towel onto a nearby chair and sank into the bath, pleasantly surprised at how natural it felt to bathe in front of Hiccup. She alternated between soaking and scrubbing while he prepared breakfast, chatting with him the entire time.
“I’m hoping we can go for a moonlit flight soon,” Hiccup said as he began slicing fruit. “Just the two of us. Maybe this weekend?”
Finished with her bath, Astrid stood up and squeezed the water out of her hair. “Of course.” A shiver running down her spine, she added, “Could you hand me my towel?”
“Sure. Just let me finish—” Hiccup went to slice another piece of fruit, but catching a glimpse of a dripping, naked Astrid out of the corner of his eye, he lowered the knife onto his finger instead. “Ouch!”
“Are you alright?” Astrid hugged herself as she shifted closer to the fire.
“Gods, why do I have to be so attracted to you?” Hiccup cursed, pressing a cloth to his bleeding hand while walking over to retrieve his girlfriend’s towel.
Astrid laughed. “Let me guess, you were gawking at me and cut your finger?”
“I was not gawking,” argued Hiccup. “I just…just happened to see you…and you’re wet, and holy Freja you’re blessed with the sexiest breasts I’ve ever seen…which are the only breasts I’ve ever seen, but you get what I mean…and…”
“I take it you’re a boob guy?” she said, stepping out of the water and furiously rubbing herself dry.
“I um…I don’t know, but yours are…they’re so round, and your nipples, I…I could suck them all day.” His cheeks turned red.
Astrid secured the towel around her body and cupped Hiccup’s chin in her hand. “You know, babe, you’re allowed to find me sexy. Just like I find you sexy.” She pressed a kiss against his lips.
“But I…”
“No buts. You’re hot. And whenever you’re ready, I’m gonna make sure you know that.” She kissed him again. “But right now, let’s get this finger cleaned up and bandaged.”
“What are we gonna tell the others?” Hiccup asked, the thought of his friends asking about his wound suddenly entering his mind.
“We’ll tell them that you cut yourself while cooking,” she replied. “Just not that you cut yourself while cooking because you saw me naked.”
“Just to be clear, though, this…I…I can still…still see you…uh…like that?”
“Of course,” she laughed. “Just maybe not when you have a knife in your hand.”