The Next Morning

Sol rose from the horizon of Asgard's endless ocean and its people were already getting to work on their morning routine. The sun's light peeked through Hiccup's window. The Columbian Goddess's face scrunched as the light tried to pry her sleepy eyes open, turning over away from the light. She was still naked from last night's love making, garbed in nothing but Hiccup's arm wrapped over her.

She opened her eyes to see her lover's sleeping face. Puberty did wonderful things to the Norse God. He had a light scruff on his strong chin. His hair had grown out slightly and had various little braids on the back of his neck. His arms and torso, once lanky and bony, had a modest layer of muscle that Mirabel could appreciate.

The still sleeping Hiccup's arm hugged her closer to him and he breathed in her hair as he relaxed to her touch. She felt his cock rub against her abdomen, either from whatever he was dreaming or just morning wood in general.

This man was insatiable.