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an- After a long break, I'm trying to start writing again. This is based in the HTTYD universe focusing on Hiccup and Astrid. If there is interest, I'm thinking about continuing it into a small series and touching on different characters in the series having run ins with omorashi scenarios. Hope y'all enjoy! Astrid was a warrior, through and through. She had a mind for battle tactics, a lythe grace in the way she handled her weapon moving swiftly from opponent to opponent. If it weren't for the ax held in her hand and burning ship she stood on, one could almost confuse her movements for dancing. She hacked through a metal lock, having cleared a pathway of dragon hunters out of. Her way. With a satisfying think, the hunk of iron fell to the wooden deck below, and a small pack of baby Gronkles flew out, moving as fast as their tiny wings would take them. Looking around, she saw the pack flew straight for Meatlug, Fishlegs’ beloved adult Gronkle, and grinned. They were almost done now. This ship had to belong to a group of amatures. Most dragon hunters sailing anywhere near Berk brought one of the dragon proof varieties of metal, but these were just normal stuff. She whistled to call over Stormfly, her Deadly Nadder, to help Snotlout finish up on the last ship. Her and Stormfly worked in perfect unison, flying by the launch sharp spines straight through the hull. They splintered the wood, and the ship began to take on water as the useless shards of wood fell into the ocean. A large purple Zippleback shot up into the air with a triumphant roar, and she heard Hiccup calling for the retreat. “Good job, girl.” She murmured proudly to Stormfly. “You were amazing.” The group of young Vikings reconvened at the Edge, an outpost away from Berk they had founded some time earlier to help fight back against the rising numbers of dragon hunters. Ruff and Tuff broke out a cask of mead that they had pilfered from the hunters that day. It was sweet and perfectly celebratory, however, and after such a day Astrid felt like joining in the revelry. It wasn't until her third or fourth cup that she realized Hiccup most have snuck off at some point during the festivities. She made a quick excuse to leave and go find him, but with even Fishlegs having imbibed in some alcohol, she hardly needed to bother. The first feelings of a buzz tingled through her body, covering her in a pleasant warmth that made her cheeks blush. Away from the small crowd, she noticed the mead was having another affect on her bladder. There was a distinct pressure that she must have been ignoring for a while. She went to sneak off to a corner somewhere to do her business, being no stranger to pissing outdoors, when Stormfly flapped down beside her. Nuzzling the young woman, who giggled and kissed her dragon's crest. “Oh Stormy, you didn't need to check on me. I'm fine.” Astrid told the dragon, who chittered with comprehension but didn't fly away. Astrid smiled, then shrugged. She didn't need to go that bad, she reasoned. She could hold it until after checking on Hiccup. “You're always good company.” Astrid sighed heavily, stumbling over nothing as the alcohol impacted her balance. She caught herself and kept going, approaching Hiccup's hut. Her cheeks burned even hotter thinking of her boyfriend. While Astrid wasn't the sappy type, she had a real and deep love for Hiccup. She saw his talents so clearly, and as they had grown up over the years he had really come into his own. When the door was shut, she knocked politely, but had no intention of leaving if he didn't answer. “Hiccup! Are you okay? It's me.” Astrid called out. She could hear Toothless stir on the other side of the door, thumping around with his thick legs. The door opened soon after, and Hiccup looked troubled. She frowned seeing his expression, feeling concerned. What was there to be so troubled about on a day where they had crushed a small dragon hunter fleet. Hiccup sighed, then pulled Astrid into a hug. He held her close, rubbing her back lightly. Astrid enjoyed it, holding him tightly. It seemed like her needed it. “So what's wrong?” She inquired. “It was too easy. Today, I mean. When was the last time we saw cages that weren't dragon proofed? Locks that we didn't need nightmare gel for?” Hiccup said, pulling away and starting to pace. He gesticulated as he spoke, his hands accepting every word. Astrid thought about it. It had a been a while, sure. “A while. But why is that bad? It made today that much faster. We hardly used any supplies.” “That's what I'm worried about.” He explained, sinking down on the bed, cradling his head in his hands. “Why was it so easy? It was like they wanted those dragons freed. Like they were some kind of bait.” Astrid sat beside him. Typical Hiccup. He couldn't just enjoy the day, he had to over think it. She looked at him with a loving smile, taking his hand in hers. “Hiccup, today we freed at least twelve different dragons. We've had no news from Berk, and our dragons have seen nothing else since we got home. The island is secure.” She told him reassuringly. She rubbed her thumb against her hand until he returned the gesture. “Now stop worrying up here like a hermit and come join your friends.” Hiccup wanted to go back to his maps and papers. To keep researching and see what piece he could be missing. In the end, however, his desire not to disappoint Astrid won out. He smiled, playfully pushing her back only to get a slightly too hard (but still playful by Astrid standards) punch in return, before he nodded and let her pull him up off the bed. He started to walk towards the door when he felt Astrid holding him in place. Hiccup scarcely had time to turn around before she had pounced on him, pulling him into a tight embrace and a passionate kiss. Surprised, but not upset, Hiccup returned the kiss. Astrid felt her body burning hotly with a need to touch, and grab, and get more of him. While not a terribly romantic person normally, with her inhibitions lowered and in the safety of her boyfriend's home, Astrid found herself giving into a craving she'd been feeling for days. She wasn't quite sure how, but in all her pushing against him, the duo had found their way back to the bed. Astrid seemed to be acting on impulse alone, digging her hands under Hiccup's armor and gently raking her nails along his back. When he moaned, Astrid felt herself get wet almost instantly. She knew without a doubt what she wanted in that moment. Her hands felt their way down to Hiccup's pants. She stroked his cock from the outside, feeling it strain against the leather. She went to undo the straps holding his pants up when a concerned and confused sound emanated from somewhere very close to her. Astrid turned her head, finding herself face to face a with a worried looking Toothless. He smiled when she acknowledged him, giving her a goofy looking grin and a large, wet lick across her face. They lay there silently for a moment before the giggling started. It was safe to say the moment was dead. Hiccup, though quite frustrated, had to enjoy the humor in the situation. They collected themselves, then Astrid lead the way back to the others. After locking the door to Hiccup's hut, Astrid's bladder made itself known again. This time it wouldn't be so easily ignored. A strong pulse forced her to pay attention to it and clench her muscles. She went to take a step off the deck, but it was so wobbly she didn't catch her balance. “Woah!” Hiccup exclaimed, catching her. “Astrid, how much did you drink?” He asked, a tinge of concern in his voice. “Three, maybe four? Of that stuff the twins snagged.” She replied, steadying herself against his arm. Another even more urgent wave shot through her. She must not have noticed earlier from the booze, but her situation was rapidly deteriorating. However, she was also realizing just how drunk she was. Astrid had a decent tolerance, but the mead had tasted kind of strong. Maybe more than she was used to. Hiccup didn't say anything, just nodded, holding her up gently. When another wave hit, Astrid realized she didn't have time left. “Hey Hiccup, I have to piss, I'll be right back.” She said, trying to head off the walkway to somewhere more shadowed. She tripped again almost instantly. “Astrid, you're not going anywhere without me with now. Come on, I'll get you over there.” Hiccup told her kindly. While the Edge was well lit, there were plenty of shadows between the buildings. Astrid didn't like it, but also was realizing she didn't have much choice. She had to GO. Her legs clenched tightly together as Hiccup patiently lead her off the path. There was a shadow on the other side of the stable she'd have some relative privacy in. It wasn't far, but realizing that relief was near seemed to make her bladder work over time. Suddenly she felt a jet of hot piss shooting out. Startled, she stopped walking, shoved her hand between her legs and bounced in place. Time seemed to be up, and she just didn't understand how it had gotten so bad so fast. She tried to take another step forward, but when another jet sprayed out the Viking realized she didn't have any choice left. But the idea of pissing herself as a grown woman in front of Hiccup was just unthinkable. How would he ever look at her again as anything other than a sniveling child? Struck by indecision, Astrid started to panic. Then, without warning, Hiccup was gently nudging her hand away from her crotch while simultaneously starting to undo the strings holding up her underclothes for her skirt. She fought it for a second, but soon gave in. Tears started to well in her eyes as she refused to meet his gaze. Soon enough, Hiccup had her pants gone from being in the way. “Astrid, hey, it's okay. I love you. Just let go.” He spoke softly, gently pushing her face up to see his. Knowing without his help or without something to lean against she'd fall on her ads in her own puddle, she sighed. Pee started gushing out of her at a ridiculous rate. Soon the ground was absolutely soaked, but she kept going. The relief was so good, almost enough to override the embarrassment. Almost, but not quite. Finally, what felt let ages later but was really a little over a minute, Astrid's stream slowed to a trickle and then stopped altogether. She didn't argue as Hiccup lead her toward the showers to clean off. She didn't say much of anything. Neither did Hiccup. After getting Astrid situation to clean up, Hiccup had some time on his hands. He hated the she had gone through something so demeaning, but the vulnerability and trust she'd shown in him was also beautiful. Then, the bigger issue for him to consider, was the raging erection that had gotten so, so much worse when Astrid had started pissing. What the hell did that say about him? But it had been so... hot. Astrid, hard headed, self assured, take no bull from anyone Astrid, being forced to give into a need in front of him. He wasn't sure how to handle it yet. Her heard the shower stop, and Astrid stumble out shortly after. She wasn't fully dressed, just wearing her skirt and the tank top she wore under her armor, but it was enough to cover her. Enough time had passed for the alcohol to start wearing off, and the shame had set in full force. “Hey Astrid, are you okay?” Hiccup asked, getting up and going to offer her a hug, only to be rebuffed by Astrid pushing him away. “Hiccup, I'm really sorry about… What just happened. It won't ever happen again. I-” Hiccup shut her up with a hug and a kiss on the forehead. “Astrid, I love you. You had a bit too much to drink tonight, no big deal! It happens. We're vikings, afterall.” He told her. Still embarrassed, but happy to move past it, Astrid smiled. They began to make their way back to the party, hand in hand. Hiccup couldn't help but hope though, in the back of his mind, that it wouldn't be the last time something like that would happen.
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