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The peace that came over him as he held her in his arms was what he had dreamed of for a long time. Finally, after many sleepless nights and exhausting nightmares, he was able to breathe. Because he had she with him - his Astrid, who showed him every day that life can be beautiful.
He could not believe that he had felt so much fear a moment ago. Everything bad escaped from almost immediately.
Astrid turned out to be his relief once again.
She healed him again.
She made his life meaningful once again.
He felt so light, as if the weight that was pressing on him every day had been taken from his shoulders. Besides, what Astrid had told him filled every hole in his heart.
They will have a baby.
The young chief held his entire little family in his arms - something he had dreamed of for so long.
He never thought he would become a father. He felt he was unfit for the role. His mind has always revolved around discovering new useful things and inventions. He was interested in traveling and dragons, adventure and fighting for a better tomorrow, but he hardly ever thought about his future. He rarely thought of starting a family. Probably because he had never felt confident enough to dream... about such things even silently.
Now that shy dream had turned into his life; it became their common reality.
How could he feel fear and fear when life had prepared such wonderful times for him?
Astrid moved gently in his lap. Hiccup had his hands at the bottom of her back, pulling her closer to his body. He could almost feel her heart pounded against his chest.
Heart, for which he was extremely grateful every day.
“You are not tired?” her soft voice broke the silence in which they both felt good.
Hiccup moved slightly away from her so that he could look at her beaming if slightly tired face. He reached out and lovingly tugged a strand of golden hair behind the woman's ear. Astrid seized the opportunity and pressed her cheek into his open hand.
“We can go to sleep,” he replied.
“Then let's go,” she leaned over and brushed his lips with hers. Hiccup held his breath and narrowed his eyes.
It was the middle of the night on New Berk. It was so quiet that in their house you could hear the sounds of the forest and the wind dancing among the branches of the trees. They still had the chance to get enough sleep and get ready for the busy day ahead. But Hiccup did not want to think about it. He just wanted to be in a warm bed with his wife and hug her until morning.
Astrid smiled warmly at him and was about to get up when he grabbed her by the thighs. She looked at him confused.
“What is?” she tilted her head curiously as Hiccup began to straighten.
“We're going to the bedroom,” he said confidently. Then he placed one hand under her thighs and the other at the bottom of her back.
Astrid laughed softly.
“You want carry me, silly?” she shook her head in disbelief.
“Both of you, babe, both,” he corrected her, then gathered himself up and slowly stood up. He had enough strength to lift Astrid, he did not have to try too much. His wife was light as a feather. At least yet. Hiccup smiled slightly at the thought.
Astrid threw her arms over his shoulders and put her hands on the back of his neck. She did not look away from his eyes, in which she saw pure love and pride. And, of course, determination and commitment to achieve your goal.
“I can’t?” he asked and adjusted her in his arms. Astrid curled up more and stretched out slightly so she could kiss him on the cheek.
“Here you go,” she said, and rested her temple on his shoulder. “It's nice,” she smiled fondly.
Hiccup said nothing, just nodded and started walking slowly towards the stairs.
Now, when he knew that he was holding his arms not only his beloved wife, but also their child, he had to be even more careful - the prosthesis made it difficult for him to walk normally. However, he was a professional in it, after all, after so many years of disability, he learned to live with it and to treat an artificial leg as something that had always belonged to him.
“You don't have to do this, babe,” Astrid assured him when she saw that they were already in front of the stairs. “I can walk.”
Astrid did not want to tire him unnecessarily. She knew how much trouble it was for him to just walk. Unfortunately, the artificial leg did not facilitate his daily duties as a leader.
“Let me carry you to bed,” he asked her, and started slowly up the stairs.
Astrid sighed but did not deny it. She just watched his serene face - he was confident, which was rarely the case. She let him treat her that way.
It did not take long for him - moments later they entered the cozy bedroom. Hiccup went to the bed and put Astrid on it, who laughed softly.
“Why don't you cover me with a blanket and adjust the pillow?” she joked.
Hiccup laughed.
“Don't tease me, honey,” he whispered, leaning over her.
Something had changed between them - there was something extraordinary about those gazes saturated with such a feeling that they probably could not quite comprehend it themselves.
Every time Astrid looked at him like that, he was speechless. Then he grew serious and focused only on her beautiful, pale blue eyes. He knew that look was reserved only for him.
Astrid reached up to his face and took his cheek. She ran her thumb over his chin and lower lip.
She wanted kisses. She wanted closeness.
She could not speak, her voice caught in her throat. She could only lift her head slightly from the pillows and bring her mouth closer to her beloved.
Hiccup narrowed his eyes, waiting for their lips to meet for a longed-for kiss.
It only took a moment, but for them, time does not matter anymore. They were outside of him. They did not care.
They took their time. Gently, even subtly, he touched the lips of his beloved, on which he pressed more and more. Astrid fell back on the pillows, blending in with the soft fabric. Hiccup, continuing his caress, sat down beside her and placed his hands on her flushed cheeks. He held her that way, focusing only on the kiss. Astrid sighed against his parted lips as he moved slightly away from her.
This kiss was intimate; those they shared during their most personal moments.
Such kisses made Astrid associated with their wedding night. It was then that he kissed her like this - as softly as if he wanted to worship her lips.
They did not need words. They did not have to use them to fully express what they expected and wanted.
Hiccup moved a little away from her, his hands sliding down over her tiny shoulders. Astrid felt a pleasant shiver run down her spine. She wanted him closer to her, she wanted him more than ever.
She placed a hand on his neck, brushing the tips of her fingers against his soft hair.
“Hiccup…” she whispered, pressing their foreheads together.
The young man placed a few wet kisses on her cheek, chin, and neck. Astrid arched her back slightly and sighed in delight as he suckled at her delicate skin.
“I love you,” he replied close to her ear. The deep tone of his voice made her tremble.
She could not answer anything. She slipped her hands under his shirt, yearning for her husband's bare skin. She loved to feel his muscles tense with every little movement and his heart pounded hard. She grabbed the end of his shirt and began to pull it off him.
She wanted to feel his skin on hers. She wanted a connection. She wanted that warmth and that familiar softness.
Hiccup moved away from her to throw off the top of his clothes. Astrid sighed happily and extended her hand to his chest. With her fingertips, she touched the place where her husband's heart was beating. Heart that beat for her.
He smiled gently and took her hand to bring it closer to his mouth a moment later and placed a few gentle kisses on each of her fingers.
Astrid lay hypnotized. But she started squirming impatiently when, after a few long moments, they still had not returned to their usual kisses.
“Lie down next to me,” she asked softly.
Hiccup's emerald eyes flashed a familiar twinkle.
When he granted her request, he immediately returned to staring at her. He squeezed their hands tightly and approached her close enough that he could feel her warm, steady breath against his lips.
“I can't stop looking at you,” he admitted.
Astrid laughed softly and stroked his cheek.
“We should go to sleep,” she commented.
“I won't fall asleep. I'm too happy.”
Astrid put her legs between his legs, bringing them even closer together.
He was not in her, yet they were one body.
Astrid sighed heavily as Hiccup put a hand on her hip. Her nightgown was rolled up to the middle of her thighs. The man's gaze went to her long, shapely legs. He swallowed loudly as he realized their position.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked curiously as she noticed his confusion. She suspected what the answer might be but wanted to hear it from him.
“Except you're incredibly beautiful,” he whispered and ran his hand over her buttock.
Astrid bit her lip and narrowed her eyes. She pressed her face against his neck as his fingers traced the bare skin of her thighs.
“I know it's not the time...” he began hesitantly. Astrid looked at his face. “But I want you so much. I will not be able to sleep because I want to be in you too much now. I cannot fall asleep when my whole body and mind are crying out for love for you. It is selfish... We can't…”
Astrid swallowed loudly and reached for his cheek. She looked at him very seriously.
“Let us do it. Please,” she whispered. “I want it more than you think.”
She could see Hiccup fighting with himself.
“But you're pregnant... I don't want to hurt you...” he broke off as Astrid pressed a finger to his lips.
“You don't have to worry about it, darling. Nothing will happen. Nothing wrong,” she emphasized.
Hiccup groaned out of need. He could not refuse, and he could not hold back any longer.
He wanted not only her body - most of all he wanted to show his love for her with all his might. He wanted to make she crumble under his touch with pleasure.
They did not even realize when their lips met again in a kiss - deeper and harder this time. Hiccup pressed tighter and propped himself on his forearm, only to tower over his lover a moment later.
This time he wanted total control. This time he wanted to lead them.
Astrid had no choice but to submit to his intentions, which she basically suited her. She smiled against his lips as he rolled her over. Hiccup knelt in front of her, between her legs.
He looked at her whole body, hidden behind a nightdress. She looked beautiful - like a goddess, with golden hair spattered over pale pillows, her cheeks flushed, and eyes gleaming with excitement.
Hiccup studied her for a long moment, he could not understand her beauty and his happiness. He ran trembling hands over her bare legs, approaching her womanhood and hips.
Astrid arched her back as his fingers touched the inside of her thighs. She was more sensitive than usual... All because her mind was crazy with lust.
“Just touching you would be enough for the rest of my life. All he could do was it, and I'd be the happiest in the world,” he croaked.
Astrid gently rose on her elbows to get a better look at him. Additionally, she wanted to encourage him to take off the only clothes she was wearing. This thin, light, airy material separated them from total unity.
She began to undress. Alone in front of him. She did it slowly so that her husband could enjoy her eyes with her beauty, her honesty. She wanted to spread it over time to reveal herself gradually to him.
They took their time. The night was long.
Every time he saw her with no clothes on, he was speechless.
As Astrid sat completely naked in front of him, his gaze automatically turned to her stomach. He was as usual - flat and slightly muscular. Still, he saw him a little differently. It made him dizzy knowing that his wife body was starting a new life. It was hard for him to believe that in a few weeks it would be much more noticeable until their first, or perhaps not only, child was born.
“I can't believe I'm pregnant either,” she said softly. She noticed immediately how he was staring at her, and she knew from the look on his face that he was wondering how all this was possible.
“You are so beautiful. You are the most beautiful woman in the world. Pregnant or not. Always the most beautiful. And forever.” His voice was trembling with excitement, and emotion. He reached out to her and ran his fingers over her delicate breasts. Astrid gasped with pleasure.
She wanted and expected more.
“Come here you,” she whispered.
Astrid was breathing heavily through her slightly parted lips. Her eyesight was blurred, her eyes sparkled with need and desire. Hiccup approached her, spreading her legs. He held her tightly by the thighs and pulled her to him so that her femininity met his crotch.
Their lips half-way met. Astrid kissed he and gripped his neck, deepening the caress. Hiccup grunted in satisfaction.
Sex with Astrid has always been amazing. He loved to please her, to please her that she would never have known otherwise. Her perfect body was a temple to him. Every time he was in her, in his mind, he paid tribute to his wife, whom he bestowed with real and great love.
Hiccup loved dragons. However, not like Astrid.
Hiccup loved Valka. However, not like Astrid.
Hiccup loved New Berk. However, not like Astrid.
Hiccup loved her life. However, not like Astrid.
He could not compare his love for her to anything else.
Eventually he got rid of all his clothes and prostheses. Now nothing disturbed between them.
Hiccup gently forced her to lie on her back. He put his hand under her head, stroking her fluffy hair. His knee widened her thighs and slowly made her feel comfortable. He was a bit afraid of the position, but he did not stop as Astrid encouraged him by pulling his chest and hips closer together.
He did not enter her immediately. At first, they looked at each other for a long moment. Astrid stroked his cheeks with both hands. They did not lose eye contact with each other. This was how they communicated with each other now.
One look told Hiccup that it was time to take the next step.
Hiccup kissed her. He stroked her neck as she leaned back with a groan. He bit her lips. He stroked her breasts and delicate nipples. He was touching her belly. He caressed her with his hand - gently and deftly to prepare her for what was to come.
Astrid was crying with pleasure as he put his fingers in her. Her eyes were closed, and his eyes were open - focused only on her face. There was no more beautiful sight for him now than her slightly parted lips, from which soft sighs escaped. There was no point in rushing - rushing would only ruin this perfect moment.
“Hiccup...” she moaned and bit her lip as she felt his capable fingers moved in her skillfully. As she liked - slowly, so that she had time to feel what he was giving her.
He did not answer his beloved with a word, but with a movement. The thumb moved to the most sensitive spot on her body. He caressed her gently, watching her beautiful face contorted in delightful grimaces.
Hiccup knew Astrid perfectly well. He knew where and how to touch her to give her the greatest pleasure. He learned it. He learned to give her what she deserved. He learned to make she crumbled and wind beneath it. He learned to show her love at every step and in every possible way.
He did not need foreplay because just looking at her might make him thirsty. She did not have to touch him to be hungry for her body. She did not have to say anything to express how much she needed him at that moment. She expressed it through her not fully controlled movements, tremors, and groans. Her femininity, so wet and hot, screamed for him to sink into her. Get lost in it.
And Hiccup dreamed of nothing else.
Astrid struggled to reach out toward his hand and fingers that were still in it. He paused for a moment as he noticed her approaching him. He looked at her half-open eyes.
“I need you,” she confessed softly. Her voice sounded so distant, as if she were drifting sleepily in another world. “I just... I want to make love to you. I want to feel you with all of myself. Please do not lengthen and come inside me,” she begged.
Hiccup's heart nearly popped out of his chest as he listened to her plea.
They were married. They were family. They were one.
Astrid spread her thighs more and reached for his hand, which she placed between her breasts. Hiccup felt her heart pound against his fingers.
“My heart beats for you,” she replied, as if she could read his mind. Or maybe there was some truth in that. “Sometimes... I can't...” she stuttered. Hiccup leaned slowly down to gently lie down on her a moment later. He pressed their lips together in a brief kiss that Astrid cut short. “I don't know if I can show or express with words how much I love you.”
Hiccup sighed and touched her forehead to hers. Their noses touched, their eyes closed, hot breaths on their wet lips. They could go on forever, like one body fueled by pure affection and respect.
There was no such love in this world as theirs.
The young man placed his hand on the pillows beside her head. He gently lifted his hips and began to enter her with extreme caution. He had no major problems with it because her body was perfectly prepared for his intrusion. He did it slowly, however, because he was afraid for his beloved, who was pregnant.
Astrid was extremely sensitive and felt every little movement of her husband. She lifted her hips to meet him. She gently arched her back, moaning softly as he sank into her with every moment. Her hands slid from his neck to his slender back, the muscles of which flexed with his every move.
They both gasped as he was completely inside her, and his belly touched her womb.
It was that second, that one moment that was so fleeting, so intoxicating that they had a hard time believing it was real.
“Honey,” he whispered close to her ear. His warm voice was the sweetest thing to her. “I want to show you how much... How much...” he stuttered, unable to find the words.
Astrid cupped his cheeks in both hands.
“I know, I know everything.”
Astrid guessed what he meant to tell her. She could see it in his eyes, which sparkled with a feeling of wonder mixed with emotion, trust, and respect. There was a reason it was said that the eyes are the mirror of the soul.
Hiccup's soul was delicate, filled with kindness and love for people for whom he would give his life.
“Do it,” she encouraged him. “Show me how much you love me.”
Only absolutely no one in this world would be able to understand the happiness that was poured out on this young man's heart. Nobody will be able to feel what he.
He was healed and blessed with the greatest happiness in this world. He was gifted with love. And there is nothing more important and more beautiful than love. He was lucky enough to love a woman like Astrid. He was lucky she loved him.
It was not ordinary sex - feverishly satisfying their needs and desires.
It was loving, worshiping their bodies, and expressing with movements, gestures, and sighs.
Hiccup grabbed the back of her thigh with one hand. Astrid lifted her legs more, which made it easier for him to access the deeper corners of her body. He buried his face in the hollow of her neck, moaning with great pleasure. He loved the addictive heat around his manhood that made him not want to leave her. If it were possible, he would never leave her.
His movements were gentle, slow, and even lazy. He did not want to hurt her. For Hiccup, the only goal was to please Astrid.
Astrid wanted him closer. She wanted him more. Her hands slid down his back and pulled him toward him until he was almost on top of her.
They were one body. One beating heart. One soul.
Astrid arched her back and lifted her legs higher, wrapping them around her husband's hips. Hiccup put a hand on her waist, stroking her soft skin with her thumb. He was moving all the time, minimal but still and non-stop.
They got louder and louder, as if they were forgetting the whole world. Astrid did not hold back her moans as he sank deeper into her, she did not fight her desires, she lets herself feel all these sensations.
Hiccup's favorite sound was the groans of pleasure from his beautiful wife beneath him. Sometimes he did not have to do much, sometimes - like now - it was enough for him to make love to her in peace. It was enough for them. The emotions and impressions were incredibly moving anyway.
He could die with such a sight in front of his eyes.
With the sight of Astrid trembling with delight, crumbling with every touch and movement, Astrid with parted lips, gasping for air with hard.
“Hiccup,” she whispered, digging her nails into the skin of his back. The man hissed with pain, pleasure, and daze caused by her orgasm.
He felt her tighten, twist under his body, her thighs pressing against his hips. And he, wanting to give her even more, pressed her body tighter, thanks to which he was even deeper inside her. He looked at her face, eyes closed and flushed cheeks. She was beautiful and most beautiful at such moments. The truest.
Only he saw her like this.
“Don't stop,” she pleaded weakly. Her eyes were still closed. She bit her lower lip and ran her hand down his neck, drawing his lover's face against her neck.
Hiccup was not enough. If Astrid wanted it, he must have given it to her.
He wanted it too.
They both wanted this moment to last forever.
He started kissing her neck, sucking on her sensitive skin. Thus, he suppressed sighs, which proved that they both experienced incredible pleasure at that moment.
However, he, too, could not hide from her. He was completely exposed to Astrid, naked - not only in the physical sense.
They both saw themselves as they really were.
He was still moving in her, and she was helping him by reaching for him. She pressed her hips against his crotch and tried to squeeze her legs even tighter to please him as much as possible. This inconspicuous action, minimal change of position, had an immediate effect. It was too much for Hiccup, he began to slowly lose consciousness and sense of where he was right now.
He was in Valhalla with his private goddess.
He lifted his head to look at her face from which he could read so much. The emotions and feelings she fought against were palpable. Astrid's eyes narrowed, but she knew he was watching her. He did it whenever he came close to fulfilling it.
Hiccup's movements became more hectic, hurried, for a few thrusts he acted as if he had forgotten himself, as if he had forgotten what delicacy was. Astrid accepted his every move with great enthusiasm and with a soft scream.
Hiccup gave one last thrust and froze for a few seconds, which was the most pleasant thing with them today.
Astrid's heart was flooded with the love that this inconspicuous man gave her. A man who devoted himself almost entirely to his wife.
When he finished, she pulled him close, placing her hands on his back. She did not let go of him and held him tight, especially when Hiccup's body was trembling.
They have been closed to each other for years. They had trusted each other for years. They had been friends and lovers to each other for years.
However, they were never as close to each other as they are now. It was just that moment when they were one, when nothing separated them, when their hearts beat in a common and even rhythm. It was that moment when they exchanged glances as they looked together in one direction. Towards your future.
No nightmares, fears and demons of the past could overcome the love that united them. Because only she had such great power.
Hiccup could not imagine the world without Astrid, and she without him. A world that, though at times was cruel, brutal, and ruthless, sometimes gave them the greatest happiness.
A little human, their perfect combination that will literally change everything.
For the better.