Secret Sex Across the Village

Ever since that faithful night, Hiccup and Astrid have been all-over each other like newly weds. It was certainly difficult trying to remain inconspicuous, but they found a way. Besides, there was something about the fear of getting caught that made it more exciting.

Gobber was tallying the number of dented swords since the most recent raid when Stoick marched up.

"Gobber, have you seen Hiccup?" Asked the Chief.

"Not since last night. What's she done now?" Asked Gobber nonchalantly.

"Ermm, nothin'," said the Chief. "I just need to talk to her about something. We might be meeting with the Berserkers within the month and we'll need to go over a few things."

"She'll turn up eventually. It's still early."

"I'm just worried what that girl is up to before then."

Little did Stoick or Gobber know, Hiccup had arrived at the forge before either of them. She was in the back room Gobber used to keep all his junk in. Then when Hiccup was all-but dumped in his lap and made his apprentice, they had it emptied out so that Hiccup could have a little work-station of her own.

Hiccup was naked as the day she was born, her clothes thrown all over the floor with Astrid pinning her to the wall. She had a hand playing with one of her breasts, pinching a nipple, while she sucked on the other. It took all of her willpower to cry out when Astrid's hand let go of her breast and started playing with her petals, exploring her insides.

Gobber respected Hiccup's privacy whenever she was there, but if she made any noises, the jig would be up.

A snowstorm had struck Berk and even the Hooligan Tribe had to accept that no one was getting anything done. Thanks to Bucket's eccentric prophecy, Berk had managed to tie everything down and most made a run for the Great Hall to wait it out. Astrid and Hiccup decided it was the perfect opportunity for alone time, as Stoick would be with the rest of the village managing things.

Astrid and Hiccup managed to get themselves to Hiccup's house and barricaded themselves inside, making sure that all of the doors and windows were blocked and properly insulated. They started the fire and lit a few candles and it didn't take long for the mood to find them both. After barely warming themselves, Hiccup led Astrid into her room and they both found themselves in her bed without any clothes.

Astrid had climbed over Hiccup and was licking Hiccup, holding onto the brunette's thighs as she buried her head between them. Hiccup was more gentle, holding open Astrid's petals as she carefully tasted her back.

They remained in this position for what might have been the entire night, sharing the warmth of each other's body heat under the covers as the snow buried the house for several days.

By the time Stoick had made his way back, ripping the front door off of its ice-encased hinges, Astrid and Hiccup had spent all of that time getting it out of their system, the Chief none the wiser of their activities.

Astrid and Hiccup had finished with their usual training and had moved onto the "fun part": make-out session. Astrid was sitting on a log and had pulled Hiccup into her lap. She had swapped out her original studded skirt in favor of a more plane leather material so that it would be more comfortable.

Hiccup's hair was down and she had pulled off her shirt and vest, leaving her naked from the waist up. Astrid only allowed herself a moment to admire Hiccup before savoring the taste of Hiccup's lips, followed by the skin on her neck and between her breasts.

"Astrid I--"

Hiccup let out a gasp and threw herself off of Astrid, scrambling to find her shirt and her modesty with it.

"Hiccup? What's wrong?"

Astrid answered her own question when her peripheral vision caught someone. She turned and saw Ruffnut gawking, having seen Astrid and a shirtless Hiccup in an intimate position.

As Hiccup struggled to find the sleeves in her shirt, Astrid and Ruffnut where frozen in a stare-down, their mutual silence broken by Ruffnut.

"Oh. My. Gods."