Behind the Forge

Just a short scene that never made it into a "Dragons" script, for reasons that will become obvious.

Astrid looked up from her mug as she did each time she heard the thump and scrape of the iron-studded oak doors to Meade Hall being opened, but it wasn't Hiccup coming in.  In fact, it was getting late enough that this time it was someone leaving.  She sighed and took her mug over to the hearth, ladled it full of mulled mead and headed for the door herself.  Fishlegs was sitting by the firepit reading a book, his back propped against Meatlug's side as she dozed in the warmth from the blaze.  Astrid was going to say goodnight as she passed him, but he was so engrossed in his reading that he didn't notice her go by.  Typical, she thought, grimacing as she pushed open the heavy iron-studded door, bracing for the cold.  The brutal North Sea wind slammed the massive oak door shut behind her.  She wrapped her hands around the steaming mug and set off in the direction of the warm light emanating from Gobber's smithy.  Hiccup had been at the forge all day; he hadn't even taken a break for dinner.  She hadn't wanted to interrupt him but she'd reached the limit of her patience.

A blissful wave of heat met her as she opened the door, and enveloped her as she stepped inside and closed it tightly behind her.  Hiccup looked up from his work, his eyes shining with triumph.

"Astrid!  Look at this"  She set the mug down as he crossed the room and held out what appeared to be a large metal spider web.  It was, she quickly realised, the size and shape of Toothless's tail, but it felt extraordinarily light in her hands, not like the usual heavy sailcloth-covered iron prosthetic he wore.

Hiccup pointed to the spider web structure. "This replicates the cartilage structure in his natural tail."  He gestured to some charcoal-covered pages on the table.  "I've traced it from the other side and reversed it…and this," He ran his hand down some large pieces of black leather stretched on a metal frame, "is yak hide that I have dyed black and stretched to the exact thickness of Toothless's tail skin.  It should be ready in a few days."

He took the skeletal frame back from Astrid and held it up to the light.  "This will be lighter and faster than his current tail, and give us more manoeuvrability because it should feel more natural to him but, even better, it will look like a real tail fin—"

"—making it less of a target," Astrid finished for him.  She thought of everything in terms of battle strategy.

"Exactly!" Agreed Hiccup. "That red and white tail is a target.  Everyone knows if they hit it, we'll be grounded."

"But," Astrid raised an eyebrow, "everyone knows a dragon can't fly without a tail, so a wise warrior would be aiming for the tail anyway."

"But how many wise warriors have you met?"

Astrid snorted in agreement.

Hiccup continued, "That bright, clearly fake tail provides a focus that is irresistible to the not-so-wise-ones who otherwise wouldn't think of going for the tail."

Astrid nodded, hesitated, "I bet you wish you could make your left foot look more natural…"

Hiccup looked pained, then shrugged. "Sometimes, but in my case a realistic-looking foot wouldn't be as functional as this."  He lifted his knee and motioned to his complex spring-loaded metal prosthesis, which gave him a normal gait, the ability to run and jump, and clamped into Toothless's tail control mechanism.

Astrid picked up the mug of warm mead and held it out to Hiccup.  "Thanks," he said, setting the new tail frame down carefully and taking the mug.  He drank deeply.  He had been so focused on his work that he hadn't noticed the time.  He must have missed dinner, and Astrid had probably sought him out when he never appeared in Meade Hall for the evening's drinking and socialising afterward.  He glanced sideways at her as he turned to set the empty mug on a bench.  "Miss me?"

"Nah, I see your coal-smudged face every day." She punched him lightly on the arm.

Hiccup grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her in for a kiss.  One of his hands felt her back under her thick blonde braid and the other crept down over her skirt, between the rows of sharp spikes.  He knew there was no point in going up her shirt – her breasts were tightly bound to prevent them getting in the way of her warrior's work.  But the other end was a little more accessible.  Still kissing her, feeling her soft fingers entangled in his smoke-scented hair, he slipped both hands around to the front and under her skirt, deftly working at the lacing of her leggings.  Breaking the kiss, he bent and pushed her leggings down over her hips, letting them fall below her knees and catch on the top of her boots.  He didn't need them all the way off for this.  With a lecherous smirk, he turned her to face the wooden table.  Catching on immediately, Astrid flashed him a smouldering eye before placing her palms on the table and bending over it.

With one hand, Hiccup flipped her skirt up over her back.  It contained so much metal it clinked and clanked as it settled across the back of her waist.  Her bottom was smooth, white, and muscular.  Fit and strong, with a hint of feminine roundness that drew his hand to caress it.  He followed its curve downward reverently, and slid his fingers between her legs.  Heat, and wetness.  She had definitely been missing him.  He stroked her lightly with his index finger and she moaned.

With his other hand, Hiccup lifted his tunic and undid the front lacing of his leggings, freeing his erection.  He pressed it against the creamy skin of Astrid's behind, then took it in his hand to guide it to her entrance.  She arched her back to give him a better angle, impatient for him to get inside.  The feeling of his cock squeezing into Astrid's tight, wet warmth was the only sensation on earth that beat flying.   It never ceased to amaze him how good she felt.  He paused to savour the sensation before he began to slowly move in and out, not too hard or too fast at first.  His hips hit the cushion of her rear with each forward thrust, and the urge to speed up was overtaking him.  Astrid gripped the table with one hand and reached the other down to touch herself.  Hiccup loved it when she did that.  He'd hold back and they'd come together.  Or sometimes he'd let her go first, so he could enjoy the sounds and sensations of her orgasm before being distracted by his own.

He scanned the table until he found a small jar of sweet-smelling unguent.  It was a balm normally used for minor burns – they went through a lot of it at the smithy – but it had other uses.  He reached for it and scooped a liberal amount onto the ends of his fingers.  He paused in his thrusting and Astrid made an impatient sound, followed by an "oh!" as Hiccup's fingers worked the balm into her arsehole.  He took his time, not wanting to hurt her, and eased one finger in slowly.  Astrid tensed and he waited, gaining territory in increments.  Once his finger was all the way inside, he held it still and resumed his thrusting.  With the finger in her arse, he could feel himself moving in and out of her vagina.  It was weird, how thin the tissue separating the two was.  Astrid moaned again and Hiccup could feel her muscles contracting around his shaft, her whole pelvis tensing as she moved closer to the edge.  Like pulling a slingshot back, she grew tauter to the point where she'd have to let go.

Hiccup tentatively moved his finger in and out in time to his thrusting.  Astrid "mmmmmmmmm!"-ed her approval.  He could see her ribs expand as she gasped. She rounded her back and lowered her head, almost pulling away from Hiccup, then her head snapped back and her spine arched like a cat as she came.  He felt the forceful contractions of her orgasm spasming against his cock and finger.  He stopped moving until they subsided, enjoying her pleasure, steadying himself with one hand on her hip.  When Astrid exhaled and turned her head to rest her cheek against the table, Hiccup found his rhythm, one finger still in her arse, feeling his own cock moving.  Astrid was only momentarily spent and she picked herself up, bracing her hands against the table and pushing back against Hiccup's pelvis.

Hiccup felt the orgasm build, like a cold rod of iron beginning to glow as he held it in the fire.  Metal would melt if you got it hot enough, and he often had the feeling, as he did now as the semen pumped out of him, of melting into Astrid.  She was the fire in which he willingly held himself.

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Stoick and Gobber left Meade Hall together.

"Hiccup still at the forge?" Stoick wondered aloud as he saw the light leaking out of the back of the closed blacksmith shop. "Whatever is he doing at this time of night?"

"I saw Astrid leave to join him awhile back," replied Gobber, "so you probably don't want to know."

"Oh, Thor!  What am I going to do with those two, Gobber?  It's becoming embarrassing; they're like a pair of wild dragons in mating season.  It seems every time I go in my front door, Hiccup is telling me he'll be down in a minute, and Astrid is climbing out the window.  & the Hoffersons are giving the same account, except with Hiccup going out the window.  Do they think we don't know?"

"I don't think they much care, to be honest," opined Gobber. "Just let 'em enjoy it whilst it lasts, Stoick.  I seem to recall you and I climbing out a few windows in our day…"

Stoick grinned, "…and we were lucky to escape with our hides on a few occasions.  Me being the chief's son was the only thing keeping Valka's parents from flaying me alive."

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