Cowgirl Position

Hiccup was so caught up in admiring the literal goddess beneath him that he got distracted. She gave him a confused look on why he was slowing down. When she saw the dopey smile on his face, she let her heart melt for a moment before giving him a smirk.

She grabbed his shoulders and, before he realized what was happened, she managed to flip him on his back, all while managing to stay inside of her.

She put her hands on his chest, having developed a modest six-pack in all the years she's known him, and she started grinding. She was rewarded with a gasp from every inch of his thing moving and caressing her insides.

He reached up and grabbed both of her breasts with both hands. His hands were calloused from years of smithing, but his touch was delicate. She felt his pelvis thrusting as much as it could with her weight on him, all of these little touches making all the difference.

When it came to sex, Hiccup was a natural in ways that was very Hiccup. He didn't rely on his speed or his size (though he was definitely big enough for Mirabel). It was the way he kissed every inch of her body. It was the way he would hold her after a night of passion. The way he would listen to her heart beat as they would just be there for each other.

She wasn't a "Sacred Virgin" to him.

He worshipped her like the goddess she truly was.

Her grinding slowed, but only grew more intense as she came close. He did the same, thrusting slower, yet harder.

They came together, becoming one, nothing but Mani's light peeking through the window to witness them.