#snotlout: 😶

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Concept: Hiccup starting to overshare when he unconsciously realizes he has close human friends and accidentally sharing some very depressing facts about his life that he doesn't realize are actually depressing because he is so used to them and the Dragon Riders are just 😶

[sarnai4]

Accurate Storytelling

This is a quick one, but it's something I thought was really fun about Dagur in "The Night and the Fury." When he was retelling the story about what happened on Berk during the treaty, he was VERY honest. He didn't try to retell it like the dragons showed up, he fought them, saved some people, and then left. Heck, the way he described it actually made him look worse than what happened😂. He made it sound like Hiccup told him to evacuate and he just immediately ran, but he did delay a bit as he thought over what he wanted to do and he definitely was trying to fight before then. It's just funny to me because I think of Snotlout and he 100% would have described everything like he'd been the hero the whole time. Meanwhile, Dagur's all, "You said run, so I did😶. It was super cool when you fought the Night Fury though 🤩🤩!"

[evilwriter37]

I don’t know if this idea has been done before but I’m willing to bet that a rather steamy make out session would’ve happened between Hiccstrid during or after their fight training sessions. I wonder who would’ve liked getting pinned down the most 😶😏.

The make out session did turn to full on smut. Whoops. Thank you for the request!

Hiccup brought his sword up to defend against Astrid's swing. They were using real weapons, so their swords met in the middle with a clang of metal and a shower of sparks. As adults and skilled fighters, they were long past the time of using wooden swords to spar. In truth, it just made the sparring more vigorous, dangerous, worthy of doing. Hiccup liked sparring with Astrid, even though she could knock him on his ass 9 times out of 10. Hiccup had bested many with a sword, but his strong suit was in strategy.

Yet he enjoyed it because of Astrid herself. He liked watching her work up a bloodlust, seeing the fire in her eyes, watching her chest heave as her breaths quickened. Blood roared in Hiccup's ears, his heart pounding in his head. Sparring with Astrid was a rush only equal to flying.

Hiccup did something that was rare for him: he managed to disarm her. Astrid watched as her sword went flying, and Hiccup pointed his own at her.

"Give up?" he asked teasingly.

With a battle cry, Astrid threw herself at Hiccup, and Hiccup had no choice but to move his sword out of the way, not wanting to hurt her for real. Astrid took him down to the hard stone of the arena. Hiccup grunted, his sword skittering away from his hand. He made to get up, but Astrid put a hand on his shoulder and slammed him back down, drawing one of her daggers. It went to his throat, and a sultry smile lit her face.

"Give up?" It was her turn to ask.

Hiccup didn't know what to say, flushed, breathing heavy. His body reacted a certain way to Astrid being on top of him, dagger to his throat or no. Or maybe it was the added danger. Maybe he liked being pinned down.

"What?" Astrid asked, noticing his eyes flitting down.

"Oh, uh, nothing, nothing!" Hiccup didn't want to impose on her. They were in the middle of sparring, in the middle of the arena. They couldn't just... stop and do that!

"Mm, not nothing." Astrid sheathed her dagger, then sat on him. Now she seemed to understand. She looked down as well, to where they were touching. "Hiccup Haddock, do you like being pinned down?!"

"Um, only by you," he said with a chuckle. Astrid sitting on his erect cock with the both of them fully clothed was starting to get a little uncomfortable. "Why? Wrong time?"

Astrid grinned at him, then leaned over him and pressed a kiss to his lips. "Not at all."

She made to kiss him some more, but Hiccup brought his hands to her shoulders and stopped her. "Astrid, we're in the middle of the arena!"

"So?"

"Anyone could walk in and-"

"So?" Astrid asked again, cutting him off. "The twins are on patrol, Fishlegs is working in his garden, and Snotlout is surely napping." She leaned close despite the way he held her. "No one's going to interrupt us."

Hiccup decided to cede and let Astrid win the day. She'd already won their sparring session - he supposed it made sense for her to win this as well. So, Hiccup wrapped his arms around her, and let her kiss him on the lips.

Blood was still rushing in his body, coming down from the high of sparring, only to be sent into the high of sex. Hiccup and Astrid had been exploring sex with each other for a little while now, and had discovered that in bed, they were both fairly dominant. They'd started taking turns with who topped the other, and, well, it wasn't Astrid's turn, but Hiccup could cede that to her as well. He had to admit that he liked her on top of him like this.

Hiccup's hands went under the straps of her spiked leather skirt, found her ass above her leggings, and squeezed. Astrid hummed into the kiss, rutting her hips down against Hiccup's cock. He pulled out of the kiss and yelped as one of the spikes dug into him in an uncomfortable way.

"Spikes, Astrid," he gasped out.

"Sorry, sorry!" She stood, and then was shucking off the skirt, leaving her in just her leggings. She got back on top of him, began grinding against him again, and this time, it was nothing but comfortable. "How's that?"

"Much better." Hiccup had one hand on her ass and the other tangled in her hair. He pulled her into another kiss. It was open-mouthed this time, hot and needy. Hiccup was happy when Astrid gave him leave to put his tongue in her mouth. There was no battle about it this time.

Astrid continued grinding on Hiccup as they kissed, and he hoped she was getting wet from this. He didn't want her to hurt herself when she mounted him, something that had happened before because of lack of lubricant. He was patient when it came to sex. Astrid was not. She went into it with as much fire and vigor as she did battle.

Astrid pulled out of the kiss, sitting straight on top of Hiccup. She reached for the drawstring on his pants, began undoing it. Hiccup, breathing hard, began to undo his belt so she would have room to move on him.

He gasped when his cock came free from his pants. Almost instantly, Astrid's hand was there, stroking him. He moaned, fingers curling against the stone floor, watching as his girlfriend worked his cock. Her hands were small with slender fingers, calluses from work and fighting covering much of her skin. Hiccup had many of the same calluses, but extra added from writing and drawing.

"Astrid," he panted. He just wanted to say her name. Sometimes, he was still in awe that he was with Astrid Hofferson, the girl he'd wanted from a young age, the girl he hadn't been ready for until later in their teens.

"Mm, you like that, don't you?"

"You know it."

Astrid pulled down her leggings, moving a little awkwardly to get them down past her knees so that she'd be able to spread her legs for him. Usually, they liked undressing completely for this, but they were outside in the arena. It made sense for them to keep most of their clothes on. It wasn't exactly warm this far north.

Hiccup couldn't help himself: he brought one hand to Astrid's hip, and another between her legs to feel at her clit and her folds. Oh, she was so wet. She moaned, hand going to grip his wrist as he played with her clit. She'd had to show it to him, as the nub was rather tiny, but he liked it very much now that he knew where it was. It was a beautiful little thing, designed only for pleasure and nothing else.

"Gods dammit, Hiccup!" Astrid cried. She yanked on his wrist to pull his hand back, then took his cock with her other hand. She moved so she was above him. She pushed the head of his cock into her, and Hiccup groaned, taking both her hips now.

Astrid didn't slide down onto him slowly despite his size. She was on him hard and fast, leaving both of them breathless. Astrid bent over him, hands on his chest.

"You okay?" Hiccup asked, brushing some hair out of her face and behind her ear.

Astrid nodded, straightened, her hands moving to his stomach. She started with rocking rather than bouncing. Hiccup liked either movement, if he was being honest, and he was.

"Odin, you feel so good..." She moaned. Hiccup loved hearing the pleasure in her voice.

"S-so do you." He moaned rather loudly. He wasn't quiet about sex, which was something they'd soon figured out. He was glad they were alone in the arena. There was no way they could have done this in secret with the sounds the both of them were making: panting, grunting, moaning... It all came together in a beautiful chorus of pure sex.

Astrid didn't seem satisfied with just rocking for very long. She began bouncing, cries leaving her with each movement downwards, each time Hiccup's cock went back into her. Hiccup was whining, and he would have tossed his head back in pleasure if not for the fact that he was busy staring at Astrid. Her breasts bounced as she worked herself on him, and he found himself wanting to touch them.

He pulled himself up sitting, Astrid's thighs hugging his sides. He kissed her on the mouth, hands going to her breasts.

"You're so... beautiful," Hiccup got out between kisses. For a moment, they didn't kiss, just breathed in each other's space, lips close but not touching.

Astrid ran her hands through Hiccup's hair, gave it a small tug. "So are you," she breathed.

Hiccup flushed at the compliment. He wasn't really one for taking them, but he would from Astrid. She had made it quite clear that he wasn't allowed to argue with her when it came to his looks and how he thought of himself.

"You gonna cum?" Hiccup asked after a time, feeling Astrid's walls begin to tighten around him. It was a wonderful feeling.

Astrid bit her lower lip and nodded, frantically working herself over him now, whimpers leaving her throat. Hiccup squeezed and massaged a breast with one hand, the other going to cup her naked ass. She felt so small under his touch, and that aroused him like crazy. Maybe they'd reach orgasm at the same time.

Or, just about the same time. Astrid came first, a cry leaving her parted lips. She rocked her hips hard, and Hiccup was gasping, panting. They'd already discussed the chance of pregnancy that came with them having sex together, and had decided it was fine, because they were going to be married someday, weren't they?

"A-Astrid, just a little more," Hiccup gasped. "Please."

Astrid's breathing was hitched, her voice in her breaths. He knew she was pushing herself, but just a little farther and-

Hiccup reached his climax. He shouted with it, gripping her tight around the waist. He groaned, gnawed lightly at her collarbone, needing something to ground himself.

Suddenly, there was the sound of clapping. Still lost in waves of bliss, but confused, Hiccup looked around. Then, he saw the twins standing at the edge of the arena with their dragon, both applauding.

Hiccup's face turned red with embarrassment and anger. "R-Ruff! Tuff!"

Astrid turned her head around, still clinging to Hiccup. A growl of anger left her.

"Guys! You were supposed to be on patrol!" Astrid cried.

"Oh, we were," Tuffnut said, sounding amused at their anger. "Then we heard some sounds coming from the arena and decided to check it out."

Astrid's eyes narrowed. She turned to Hiccup. "Can I kill them? Just a little bit?"

"Be my guest," Hiccup said. He kissed her on the cheek. "Just put your pants on first."

Astrid turned her head to glare at the twins, and they started running. Hiccup couldn't help but laugh.

As he and Astrid got themselves back into their clothes and all settled, Hiccup was still laughing. "Give them a good whooping for me, will you?"

Astrid retrieved her sword, smiled at Hiccup and said: "You bet,” before taking off after the twins. Hiccup just shook his head.