Hiccup is under the same lust-based spell she was before.

Hiccup's room was a mess. The window was closed, Hiccup's desk and the countless papers, metal bobbles, and a spilt-over bottle of ink were on the floor. Strewn about the floor over the mess was a fur-pelt blanket and a pile of clothes.

On the plank of wood that was supposed to be a bed was Hiccup. The strange power of the star they discovered the other night was still in full affect, Hiccup's new, teen-girl body on full display as he desperately, and violently, stroked his cock with his left hand while rubbing one of his breasts with his right. Hiccup's face was streaked in tears, almost in agony from the erection he was desperately trying to calm. Despite his timid personality, he did not seem to be bothered by doing this in front of Astrid. In fact, when Hiccup's crying eyes landed on Astrid, his hand left his breast and sneaked around his cock, inserting two of his fingers into his leaking cunt as he started playing with himself, his fingers making loud, wet squishing noises as he did.

"Was that what I was like?" Astrid asked in horror.

Astrid's memory over what she did when under her moment of mania the other night were fuzzy, but when she needed to focus on them, the details were more vivid than what she asked for. it was like she was a completely different person. Whatever it is, it seems to be a product of the star that transformed them, if Hiccup's current predicament said anything about it

From what she could remember, orgasm brought her back to her senses, and she couldn't just leave Hiccup like this. If not because she knew what it was like, than because if she left Hiccup here and then Stoick saw him like this, he would start asking questions.

"I guess I have ****."