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She laughed harshly, “I always get what I want, Haddock ,” as she was pinned down and straddled by her lover.
How had they gotten to this place again?
Oh right, she happened. Exactly as planned, it wasn’t always that she tried to provoke the young dragon trainer by taunting and scheming. But he had to learn eventually, she always got what she wanted. It was only a matter of time.
Rage filled the young dragon trainer’s body. He knew he was falling into her devious scheme, of course he was! But at this moment, that didn’t matter, it didn’t matter that she was winning, that this scheme was of her doing and it was proceeding exactly as she planned.
He didn’t care. The taunts, the teasing, the whole day came to him in flashes, devious thoughts ran through his mind.
Astrid saw how he was losing focus, and not in the way she liked– no, this was unacceptable. “What, Hiccup? Losing your edge that fast, almighty Dragon Conqueror? ”
She knew he hated that name, hated how it misrepresented the relationship between the dragon and human pair. It was a bond, a mutual display of trust. It was a relationship.
And it was at that moment that he lost it, every single part of him. Despite him using his strength and his power (something he never had quite enough of before, always the talking fishbone, oh, how the tables have turned). Harshly but yet softly at the same time, Hiccup wrapped his hand around her neck. Holding her down and the display of her looking at him with those startling blue lights, flashing like lightning in the merciless dark.
Those eyes promised everything he ever wanted and more. Always more. Like in the depths of the merciless night. They were taunting, and yet promising.
Those eyes did not belie a weak soul, willing to give everything she ever wanted. He may have been the one holding her down, straddling his lover and, well, expressing his dominance over her.
But they both knew where the power laid here, not in the strength he was using, after all, if she didn’t want to be pinned down, straddled, she would never have.
No, she wanted this.
That’s why she was so deliciously taunting today, that’s why she gave her every moment, her every existence to taunt the living daylights out of him.
“You wanted this,” he bit back in realization, with a bite that only Astrid would ever know. After all, the young dragon trainer was always seen as meek (weak in his younger years) or preferring to pick the path of mercy and love before ever resorting to violence.
Her eyes seemed to glisten at that moment, seeming to confirm his suspicions. Astrid rolled her hips against the hardness that hid beneath his pants. And the both of them shared a collective moan at the contact.
It was true, Hiccup realized. She did always get what she wanted, no matter how stubborn, no matter how strong he was. She was his one weakness in his shining armor, armor that would have been dressed heavily with dragon scales and would be impervious to most types of attacks.
His weakness. Her strength.
“Come on, Hiccup, give us what we both want, there’s no point in fighting it any longer,” Astrid whispered into his ear. Taunting him like the devil on his shoulder.
She was one devil, that was for sure. Powerful.
She used a lower type of voice when she said that, a voice that made Hiccup feel a delicious thrum roll across his body, and felt his arousal spiking.
And deliberate.
She softly touched their bodies together, (wait, when did she get on top) never initiating enough contact to bring the both of them any reasonable amount of ecstasy or pleasure.
Teasing little minx.
He felt the sudden waves of power change courses, the waves against him, no longer with him. She whispered sweet nothings in his ear.
But every time their bodies touched, she never let them touch long enough. Always teasing. It made him go mad. A sense of arousal clouded his thoughts, the same way a good bottle of mead would do for anyone.
It was impressive how easily Astrid could make Hiccup go drunk.
He was not one for drinking, but the thrill and clouding power of arousal always gave him a hit that would never be matched by any other.
“ Please,” Hiccup softly begged his lover, sitting on top of him, looking at him with those vibrant blue eyes, and always showing him who had all the control here.
Astrid, seeing she wouldn’t get what she wanted right now, decided to take mercy on her boyfriend, the poor soul.
Softly, she allowed them to touch their bodies and for them to dance a dance as old as time.
She kissed him at that moment, not in a particularly demanding way, not in the way she’d put her claim on him in public, showing him off for the entire world to see. That the almighty Dragon Trainer was hers.
Only hers.
No one else’s. And as she matched their bodies together, allowing them to meet over and over. As her moans and his soft whimpers filled the air. She realized she didn’t really get what she wanted.
No, he was below her, again. Softly being loved, cared for, teased to no end, and when he couldn’t take it anymore.
Loved. Softly loved and held in her arms, not hers in his. Not yet.
As she kept going, slowly driving Hiccup insane with the slow movements, they were both held in this moment, locked within their persistent bliss, the thought that there would be nothing else for them out there.
This was it, this is all there would be for them. This is all they were.
Loving, caring, and all of society’s expectations went out the window. Hiccup didn’t have to act strong anymore, especially after he had killed the Red Death.
Astrid didn’t have to act strong either, no longer having to fight off the growing army of suitors, hoping to take her away from her beloved Hiccup.
She was his, and he was hers.
And maybe she wanted him to act a little stronger, more insistent. Not all the time, never that much, but enough, just enough for her to feel loved in another’s arms.
Which even if she fought against any intention of being like that, putty in another’s arms. It didn’t matter when it came to Hiccup, he was different. It was only him who would have that from her.
And when they slowly got to the point of climax, the finally ending note of this entire symphony.
She realized one thing, held in each other’s arms and basking in their afterglow and aftercare.
No matter how much she insists she always gets what she wants. She didn’t get what she wanted, not yet.
It seems there’s more work to be done. And she’d forge him to be better, because he’s already done the same to her.