ᴀᴇʀɪᴛʜ (flowery) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-09-14 13:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, astrid hofferson, hiccup haddock, lina inverse |
Who: Hiccup & Astrid
What: Astrid takes Hiccup's virginity in Lina's bed at the party. And they get caught.
When: Saturday the 13th.
Where: Lina & Rogue's.
Rating/Warnings: Very high for drunk sexy times.
Status: Complete!
The invitation to the party was public, but she came along because she knew Rogue. And because she didn’t want to go by herself, she dragged Hiccup along for the ride. Because, hey, friends had fun together, right?
The house was massive and rowdy, and Astrid thought that the strobe lights would probably have a better effect on her if she was sitting on the couch, stoned. There were drinks and food galore and she’d gotten her cocktail served in a red solo cup throughout the night. She did a good job pacing herself, but once her and Hiccup were in outside where it was more private, she gave him a look over.
“Holding up okay?”
This was his first real party and Hiccup was trying not to be a complete Hollywood cliche and go barf in the bushes or something stupid like that. Being out with Astrid was fantastic and they were actually starting to act like a couple, but he knew that she was far more experienced at this kind of thing than he was. When they made their way outside he was nursing his drink by the steps and looked over at her.
“I’m alright. My head is a little fuzzy, but it’s not too bad right now. I will murder you if you give me a shot though.”
Astrid’s face brightened with a smile. The image alone of Hiccup doing a shot was hilarious. And maybe kind of adorable, because she could just imagine that face of pure disdain from the taste. “A shot’s a little too hardcore for you, oh Dragon Whisperer. Which means you should actually have one.”
Oh, yes, she was going to be the bad one doing all the encouraging. She slid a hand down his arm and tangled their fingers together. “I’ll take one with you if you doooooo.”
“Oh my god, you’re the worst,” he commented with a grimace as she talked about doing a shot with him if he was dumb enough to accept her offer. He could only imagine the taste of pure alcohol going down his throat and the idea made his stomach do flip flops. However, he turned his head to look over at her again and with his free hand he tapped her nose with his index finger, “You are such a horrible influence, why do I like you so much.”
She snorted a laugh and began pushing him up against the wall, pinning him with her body alone. “Well, you think I’m pretty, for starters,” she began and sipped her drink. Tonight was a night for a tight skirt, a form-fitting band shirt and boots. It was a party. She dressed like she was attending one. “And only I can understand you’re silly little fascination with making friends with a Night Fury. Toothless is a sweetheart, though, so I’ll give you that.”
When her body came in contact with his he managed to stifle a groan and managed to be somewhat suave and loop an arm around her waist, his hand resting on her lower back. “You’re extremely pretty. Especially in that outfit. I swear you’re just trying to tease me to death though,” he paused for the moment and took a long sip of his drink. She was going to kill him because this was the first time he had such an attractive girlfriend and there was so much sexual frustration on his end, “And that second part is also true. Toothless is amazing and no one else understands because they’re not awesome enough to have our dreams. And if you get me a shot I swear to god I’m not going to be a well mannered guy anymore because you’re pure torture.”
“So what happens to me when you stop being a well-mannered guy?” She dared him to answer, raising an eyebrow at him provocatively. Astrid peeled away from him after taking a last sip of her drink and then held a finger up. “Hold up that thought. Let me go inside, get us some shots, and we’ll hit resume on this conversation.”
She tossed her cup into a nearby trashcan and got lost in the crowd inside. After a minute or two she emerged, surprisingly unscatched, with two plastic shot glasses filled to the rim.
“Okay, back. Resume.”
He didn’t have a chance to respond to her but gave her a look with both his eyebrows raised. He almost protested when she peeled away and instead tilted his head slightly to watch her walk away. While she was gone he slammed the rest of his drink and moved over to throw the cup away. Yeah, that might not have been the best of ideas because his head was spinning a little bit more than it had before.
Soon enough though she was back and he reached out to take one of the shot glasses from her, “do I even want to know what this is?”
“Nope,” Astrid answered honestly but she was grinning, therefore it was a great idea. “So, what, is this your first shot? I guess I should sort of be honored that you’re sharing it with me, then. Don’t sip. Put it all in your mouth and swallow it. And don’t spit it out, either. That’s not the point.”
“Yes, it’s my first shot. And you’re scaring me the more you talk about it. And if I puke on your shoes then you’re the one to blame,” he pointed out quickly before he clinked his shot glass against hers, “Here’s goes nothing. To you falling in love with me.” That earned a wink at her and he tipped his head back to take the shot. It was absolutely disgusting and when he finished he made a disgusted face.
Astrid knocked hers back and swallowed it, but she did at least slightly wince at the taste of it searing down her throat. It left a trail of an aftertaste and she’d wish she’d brought them a drink to chase it down with. But she saw his face and laughed, wiping her mouth dry. “You didn’t spit it out. I’m impressed, Haddock. You just might be perfect for me after all.”
“Oh shut up, you know I’m perfect for you,” he commented before reaching out to grab her waist and pull her towards him. Oh yes, that shot had tipped him over from buzzed to tipsy and he leaned forward to nuzzle her neck, “The dreams even prove that we’re supposed to be together.” His hands rested on her lower back once again for a moment before he let his hands wander down to her butt.
The shot glass was some plastic nonsense and quickly dropped when he pulled her over. She didn’t protest in the slightest, and actually wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers threading into the mess that was his hair. “Don’t tell me you like me just because you do in the dreams,” she said, exaggerated eye roll and everything. It may have been the first time his hands had actually wandered on her butt - she couldn’t remember, but maybe she was more aware of it now that they were inebriated. Him moreso than her; she had built up a good tolerance since high school, but had a pleasantly warm buzz going on. “Would you still like me, even if we didn’t have those dreams?”
“I liked you since the first time I laid eyes on you as a kid. You were kind of a bitch back then and then I disappeared. I kind of forgot about you until I came back and we had coffee. You’re beautiful and I remembered how much I liked you,” he was surprisingly eloquent for being inebriated, but it was all true. His crush on her had come back when they met back up and everything now was just icing on the cake. He kissed her neck and grinned against her skin at her next question, “Did what I say answer that question? The dreams just make my feelings a little more intense because I know they’re the right kind of feelings. Just confirming how I already felt.”
Astrid blinked.
That...really wasn’t the answer she was expecting. Maybe something sassy, something a bit cheekier that would make her want to punch him in the chest. But his words, and even the ‘bitch’ part, were sweet. It gave her a strange sense of butterflies that made goosebumps rise on her skin and suddenly she felt very confused.
Or maybe she didn’t know what to say. What do you say? She’s had plenty of guys follow her like lost pups and she hardly ever looked their way. And it was the little twerp with the messy hair and really goofy smile that gave her a sense of fuzzies.
Astrid kissed him, but only for a second. “And how do I know this isn’t part of your master plan of seduction, hmmm?”
“Everything is part of my master plan of seduction when it comes to you. Is it working?” He asked honestly with a slightly glimmer of hope in his eyes. He knew it had to be working somewhat because she was currently pressed against him in the backyard of someone’s party that he had never met. His hands slid down just a little bit more and his hands grasped her ass as he pulled her closer to him and waited for her answer with a half grin on his face.
At least he was honest.
He clearly wanted something, and Astrid was in a generous enough mood to oblige. Taking advantage of them being completely alone still, she pulled him into another kiss. This time it definitely lasted a little longer than ‘a second,’ and she slid her hands up his chest, to his neck and then finally to his face to hold him there.
Hell, even if they did have people around, Astrid was in a good enough, tipsy mood to still connect lips with him. If they didn’t want a show? They could go elsewhere. But that was the good thing about alcohol - it provided that boost of liquid courage when you needed it the most.
Well, it wasn’t an actual answer in the form of words, but if he had to go by her actions then it was definitely working. He was pressed against the wall again and pulling her tight against him. Apparently the alcohol was giving him more courage than he thought because he moved his hands up her back and slipped them underneath her shirt so he could touch her bare skin underneath.
While his hands did that he returned her kiss. However, he could feel himself getting turned on and he knew they would have to take a break soon or else they were going to have to move this somewhere else. Because in the back of his mind was a voice that wanted to keep going and take it further than they had gone before.
Astrid wiggled against him throughout the kissing. It was like being this close to him was barely close at all to begin with. The skin contact, even if it was minor, was a welcome surprise - she never thought he’d do that, either - and the mimicked him, slipping her hands up his shirt. Her fingers had been surprisingly icy.
And then when some questions rose in her head, Astrid pulled away, licking her lips to still taste him. Her cheeks were still pink and flustered, and her face still close to his. “What’s the farthest you’ve ever gone with someone?”
It was a fair question. She had to know. There were a few things that happened between the ranges of sex and just kissing.
He let out an annoyed groan when she asked that and let his head fall back against the wall, “Why do you always have to ask about that? I’m not socially inept, Astrid. I’ve fooled around with some girls before and I’m not just going to get you naked and stare at you like you’re some sort of unicorn. Can we just live in the moment?” Because apparently they hadn’t had enough drinks to just live in the moment. He brought his head back to a normal position as he looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
And while he awaited his answer he decided to distract her by moving his hands around to her stomach and slid upwards until he reached her bra. His thumbs grazed the skin underneath the bottom of her bra and his other fingers gripped her sides to keep her close to him. He may have been a virgin, but he knew about the “bases” and he didn’t want her worrying about him.
She choked out a small burst of laughter at his frustration. Because she really could see him looking at her naked like some unicorn. But the reassurance that he had some experience was sort of comforting, in the sense that it wouldn't be a horrifically awkward experience.
That, and guys really did have it easier than girls did when it came to firsts. She was a little jealous.
"Your hand's crossing dangerous territory," she warned, but she wasn't going to make an attempt to stop him, either. She hooked her fingers into his pants and leaned in for another kiss, this time with a little bit of teasing tongue-play.
Yes, this lovely drunk makeout session was starting to get hot and heavy, but there was a voice in the back of Hiccup’s mind that reminded them that they were outside and in the public view. As he returned her kiss he couldn’t ignore that fact anymore - it was just too high school movie cliche - and he pulled away. He rested his forehead against hers and sighed, “We really should move this to somewhere more private.”
His hands stayed under her shirt while he spoke and he gently kissed her, “I do not need to be in some weird viral photo from this party or something. Do you want to stay here or should we get an Uber or something to take us back to your place?”
Astrid had almost whined when he stopped but he did bring up a valid point. She crinkled her nose in thought and glanced up at the two-story house, when she noticed a bedroom window.
"We can go upstairs?" She suggested, pointing a finger up, and then wagged her eyebrows at him in some sort of drunk, suggestive kind of way. "Everyone's too busy doing keg stands and arguing. C'mon."
She kept a finger hooked to his pants and tugged him along.
“You’re going to get us in trouble,” he commented, stating the obvious, but followed her along anyway. That finger was stronger than he thought and he was forced to come along. The trip did take a bit of time because they were stopped a couple times with shots and more drinks. Hiccup didn’t turn any down drinks and made her stop as well - this was payback for the shot she made him take earlier.
But finally they were able to make it to the stairs and not so sneakily make their way to the upper level and towards a bedroom, “Are parties always like this? Everyone wants everyone else to drink so badly.”
"It's a contagious habit," Astrid forced out, still almost gagging from a shot she was persuaded into taking. "I think one of those drinks had hot sauce in it and it's so gross."
She picked a random bedroom in the hallway. It was a girl's room with open drawers and clothes hanging off it, but there was a nice sized bed and a floorlamp in the corner providing the room dim lighting. She looked over their shoulder in case she heard someone up the stairs, and then ultimately yanked Hiccup inside and shut the door.
And locked it.
"Better?" She didn't turn on the main light. No girl wanted to fool around in a perfectly lit room. It was line a rule.
The yanking was slightly unexpected and Hiccup stumbled on his feet slightly as he made his way into the room. The door was then locked and he couldn’t help but grin a little, “Okay, I’ve spent all night trying not to be a movie cliche at a party, but I think we just crossed the line.” He moved over to her and looped his arms around her waist. Yeah, maybe being a movie cliche wasn’t too horrible because at least he got the pretty girl in the end and he wasn’t dying from some sort of cancer like that other kid in Fault in Our Stars.
"We might have. Shhhh." She held a finger up to his lips and let out a snicker. The additional shot loosened her up some more, and Astrid was all devious grins and giggles. "But there's a bed instead of a wall we can use..." She pulled him into another kiss and started to slowly push him back into the direction of the bed, not breaking contact.
Sober, she'd recommend they'd just go to her place for obvious reasons. But liquor said something completely different and a bedroom was still a bedroom, even if it wasn't hers.
And how he loved those devious grins and giggles. He was a complete dope when it came to her and he would willingly follow her to the ends of the earth if she wanted him to. So, instead of letting himself be pushed further towards the bed he moved around so that he was the one pushing her to the bed. He felt her bump against it and he reached down to grab her waist and lift her up onto the bed and stepped between her legs.
He was leaning down to kiss her and reached down to the hem of her shirt and began to pull it up. Being alone in a room was a much better idea than fooling around outside where everyone could see. He pulled her shirt up to her bra and then broke the kiss in order to look at her and make sure it was fine if he removed it.
Hiccup being assertive was something she didn't know she even liked, but goddamn, she did. Her cheeks were still warm and pink, and she didn't know if it was all the drinking or him turning her on a little more than she thought.
His look made her smirk, and she took the shirt off herself. All she had on now was the bra and skirt, and boots she was beginning to kick off. "Your turn."
He was terribly distracted by her being shirtless that it took him a moment to realize that she told him that it was his turn to be shirtless. He shook his head before getting a dopey grin on his face, “Sorry, distracted by you.” Yes, he was a typical guy, but he quickly reached down and pulled his shirt off. His shirt joined hers on the floor and he reached down to touch her breasts before moving to her back and undoing her bra. She was already beautiful and he almost wished he would take a picture without being incredibly creepy about it.
Part of Astrid wanted to ask him again of he was alright with this, but he was the one that DID say to live in the moment...and she wanted to spare him giving her ANOTHER look of exasperation.
She kept him close, giving him little kisses from his ear to his neck and once the bra was off, she pulled him on top of her after scooting up on the bed more. And since it was his turn to take off something, her hands went to his pants to undo them, and this time she gave HIM a look, almost asking for permission.
Astrid already figured what the answer would be but she was considerate.
Oh, he was certainly alright with this. More than alright, matter of fact. He moved on top of her but hesitated slightly when it came to her wanting to take his pants off. He knew this would happen, but he was finding it hard to find the right words. His teeth bit his bottom lip for a moment as his eyes studied her face, “My leg… I mean. I can keep it on or I can take it off. I guess -- wow -- I’m just worried it’ll ruin the moment.”
Astrid honestly had forgotten about his leg.
"I didn't even notice," she whispered softly. It was the truth. The topic of his leg had seriously been discussed when they met up for coffee for the first time in years. And even then he wasn't ready to tell her the details. She knew damn well how he lost it in the dreams, but she was sure dragons weren't involved in this story.
She gave him a gentle kiss, lasting for several seconds before breaking it. "Whatever you do isn't going to ruin anything."
The kiss was returned and he tried to get rid of all his insecurities with it. The leg was attached on so it would probably take more time to take it off then it would to just leave it on. As long as she didn’t care about it then he would try not to worry about it. So, he stood up slightly and took of his pants for her so he wouldn’t get caught up in them and look like a fool as he fell over. And there he stood in his black boxer briefs and looked over at her on the bed. A wave of different emotions passed over his face before he quickly made his way onto the bed and captured her lips roughly.
Astrid let out a small little moan against his lips and wrapped a leg around his waist. Her skirt rode up, revealing a lot more skin and technically they could do it with the damn thing on, but nudity was always a lot more fun. So she took the initiative to wiggle off her skirt - panties includes - and squirmed awkwardly under him until they were off and kicked off the bed.
She had no issue with being the naked first one at all.
He had moved his lips to her neck as she wiggled around underneath him and removed the last of her clothing. Then he had to stop and lift himself up a bit to look at her. How in the hell had he managed to get someone so attractive to be interested in him? It still amazed him that she was even giving him the time of day.
“Fuck, condoms,” he muttered as his mind started to trail off on what they were going to do. He looked down at her as his brow furrowed. He didn’t have any and he was sure she didn’t have any. Then the idea hit him and he moved off her to reach over to the nightstand and fumbled around before hitting jackpot. Yep, his life was a total teen movie, and he pulled out a purple condom wrapper.
Once that was in his hand he stood up once more so he could remove his boxers and blushed once he was fully undressed. Well, there was no going back now.
The purple condoms were almost enough to ruin the mood. Almost. She covered her mouth to muffle the laughter.
"I wonder what kind of guy wears a purple condom. Aside from you, anyway," Astrid grinned and pulled him back on her, engaging him back into a kiss to ease him back into the mood. Because she was sure he wasn't all that excited about purple condoms.
She was about to ask if he wanted her on top instead, but he was being the more forward one, and this WAS his first time. If he wanted control then he got it.
This time, anyway.
“You’re so mean to me,” he slurred slightly and tried to give her his best mean face before he laughed. Alright, purple condoms were certainly ridiculous, but he was working with what he was given. And nothing was going to stop him from this moment with her. After returning the kiss he let one hand trail down her body to between her legs. He slowly slipped a finger inside of her while rubbing her clit with his thumb as he kissed her. This would certainly get her to stop joking around with him for the time being and he couldn’t move onto sex without exploring her body a little first. He moved his head down to kiss her breasts, but kept his eyes on her to watch her reaction.
She'd been the one expecting him to jump right into things, but her eyes went a little wide in surprise when his hand traveled south. Astrid breathed a small gasp and then bit down on her lower lip to shut herself up.
But he still got a reaction; the spreading of legs, the eager arch of her hips. A clear reaction of, 'Fuck, this feels good.'
And she knew saying that would make him all smug about it too. So, she didn't. Because she was mean.
He could sense the reaction in her and that was good enough for him. He kept at it for a little while before pulling away to put the condom on. There was such an intense ache and he had to bite his bottom lip as he pushed inside of her. He wasn’t as mean as she was to him and he let out a groan once he was all the way in and he moved so he was on top of her. A smile tugged at his lips and he leaned down to kiss her fiercely, yes this had been worth the long years of being a virgin.
It’d been awhile since, you know, she’d done the deed, so there was admittedly a brief moment of discomfort. The last few times she’d done this they were lackluster; disappointing, and it had to do because they were all meant to be one night stands and she wasn’t all that into them. Hiccup had been that one exception, as weird as it sounded admitting it. She didn’t know if it was an influence of the dreams or not. And she was honestly too drunk to pick apart and analyze what she was feeling, really.
But this time felt good. Felt a shitload better. Felt pretty fucking awesome, actually, and Astrid had no idea how much more enjoyable sex could be with someone she actually liked. It was a good thing there was a ruckus going on downstairs, otherwise the public would hear the gasps and the moans, and the bouncing springs of the bed.
With her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, her point of climax was clear when she gasped his name, tensed, and let out one last breathy moan, her fingertips digging into his back as she rode the orgasm out.
It was basically a mind blowing experience for Hiccup and he couldn't believe this was actually happening. But they were and he was enjoying every noise she made and he echoed them back with his own. He could feel his own orgasm building and he did his best to wait until she had hers first. It was just seconds after hers that he had bury his face in her neck as his body shuddered against hers.
When they both got their senses back he lifted his head to grin at her, "she has a few more condoms in there if you want to go again."
Astrid muffled a giggle by kissing him, reaching for another one. Everything just seemed like a great idea after a few shots and she instigated another round - this time with her being on top - and they’d lost track of time easily. Astrid even forgot she was in someone else’s bad until--
The ceiling light flipped on. So did the fan. And at the doorway stood Lina, confused for a split second before her eyes looked like they were practically bulging out of her sockets. “WHAT THE FUCK?”
Astrid screamed a little and covered herself with the blanket. “This was all his idea!” She pointed to Hiccup, because the blame game was so on right now.
"Really?!" He gasped when Astrid instantly blamed him for being in the bed together. It was definitely both their faults and he quickly got up and went to gather his clothing. If she was going to blame him then she would have to pick up her own clothes.
He managed to get his pants on before the scary looking girl came further into the room. He could see murder in her eyes and he grabbed for Astrid's hand so they could get the hell out of there and live. At least he wouldn't die a virgin now.
Astrid didn’t waste time putting on clothes, either. She pulled her shirt over her head, skirt back on, and gathered her undergarments. She could put them on later when they weren’t under so much pressure.
If it wasn’t bad enough that Lina found out they’d fucked on her bed, she also noticed the condom wrappers on the ground and she gaped with a rage fueled by a thousand burning suns. “You guys USED MY STASH?”
Astrid covered her mouth. Shit, they did, didn’t they?
Scowling, she held her hands up, fire and light forming into a ball. “I’ll give you a five second head start. Starting NOW.”
Yeah, Astrid bolted with Hiccup.
There were no words as they ran down the stairs and bolted out of the house. He had no idea how they were getting home, but he knew he didn't want to be anywhere near that girl anytime soon. He pulled Astrid around the corner of the house next door and started to giggle, "this is one of the craziest nights of my life. I have no idea why I let you drag me into these things. And you blamed me! I am so getting you back for that later. Should we get an uber or something?" Because despite all that he still wanted to end the night in a bed with her.
By the time Astrid was out of that house, she was LAUGHING. Hysterically. She was trying to breathe, but the more she tried the more she laughed and eventually she fanned herself with her bra. “Blame me all you want, Hiccup. You enjoyed every single second of it.”
She clumsily - or drunkenly - stumbled into him and threw her arms around his neck, stealing a sweet little kiss. “We should. My place, then? We can do round three in the morning.”
Watching her laugh was the second best part of the evening. Then when she stumbled into him he caught her around the waist and returned the kiss, "Splendid idea. And I think I have finally fulfilled my mission to make you love me. So, bonus points." There was another kiss to her lips, her neck, and the neckline of her shirt before he pulled out his phone and ordered a car to come pick them up.
“You can get your bonus points when I actually say those words,” Astrid challenged, eyebrow raised but she took all the kisses she could get. At this point she was a little too drunk still to stand properly, so she was latched onto Hiccup for most of her support. She grabbed his chin with her free hand though and shook it playfully. “But I get bonus points for being your first and only!”
"And only? Why Ms Astrid, you must be proposing marriage," he drawled with a horrible southern accent as he held onto her and then immediately started laughing. He was strangely okay with that idea, but he would never tell her that. And he was thinking of something else witty to say when their ride arrived and they had to break apart, "time to enjoy the night in your bed with no crazies interrupting us."
“Yeah, no stranger’s bed this time,” she pointed out with a roll of her eyes, conveniently avoiding the marriage comment. Really, she couldn’t believe they actually had sex on someone else’s bed at some random drinking party. And a purple condom was involved. Jesus. Well, he could at least say his first time was definitely memorable now. “But yeah, no crazies. With fireballs.”
She kissed him again, right before the ride came around.