Being Chief was one thing, literally ruling over a whole village-fairly of course-in an attempt to make sure every one of his people were protected, safe, and as close as he could get to it, at peace.
Then he came home to his wife. Astrid Haddock, the woman who he swore was a Goddess disguised as a mere mortal when it came to their life in bed because damnit she was beautiful as all Helheim and Valhalla mixed together, flames and gold creating a perfect blend of one blonde-headed, fierce, painfully sure of herself Haddock woman.
By painfully sure of herself, he meant when it came to them together, and she caused him the pain she did, but the good kind, the one that just strengthened their relationship, because he trusted her to never take it too far, no matter the occasion, and to stop if he ever said no.
Tonight was such a night. Being Chief was hard, an emotional strain to keep that confidence up, stone-faced and ready to take on any challenge if it came to protecting what was his.
With Astrid though, he could let all control go-and as a matter of fact she rather liked it that way too, saying she liked to do what she wanted with him, and then take care of him all at the same time-and in these moments, he didn’t have to focus on being a chief anymore. He could let all pride go, become a writhing mess if she teased him far enough, or struck him too, yet perfectly hard at the same time, and then when he got up in the morning, ready to preform his duties, that little show they’d put on the night before for their eyes and ears only could be thrown to the wind, only for them to do the same thing the coming night.
Some mornings Astrid would give him hints of what she wanted the coming night, and Hiccup would be fidgety at the end of the day, his strong, Chiefly exterior starting to crack before he actually made it within the safe walls of their house.
He always managed to make it though, and if was honest, without this safe space, this ability to just throw in every towel and let her make a mess out of him as she pleased, Hiccup would’ve had a much harder time getting through the day without an outlet, especially with the dragons being gone and he being therefor rendered flightless.
He needed something, someone, and she was always there for him.
Astrid had made it very clear she had wanted to tie him up this evening before he’d ever left the house, that she wanted to use a new form of braided rope she’d gotten somewhere unknown which would be a lot less rough on his skin.
And damn well stronger too.
“You ready?” Astrid whispered the words, leaning forward as her lips almost touched his ear. They were both completely undressed, Hiccup sitting on their bed with his back facing the bed post, his legs almost dangling off the front of the bed while she hovered over him, one hand supporting her weight by pushing against his firm shoulder, the other holding the smooth, braided ropes.
Hiccup could hardly get it out, a strained “Please m'lady” escaping his lips, trying not to beg the obviously dominant woman because he knew that flipped a twitch, made her want to tease him and as much as he liked the things that came with teasing, his instincts were telling him he just wanted to cum already, even if they’d only made out naked so far, having not even touched each other in those particular areas with their hands or mouths.
“You sound stressed.” Astrid practically purred the words, using firm hands to push him onto his back. Hiccup didn’t struggle, let her lay him flat and remove his prosthetic for him, leaving him completely and utterly vulnerable to anything and everything.
Not only did he know she would not take advantage of that position without consent, but she would also protect him if anything was to happen and he was rendered useless.
Hiccup took care of people all day. Tonight, it was Astrid’s turn to ‘take care’ of him, as she had put it many nights before since they’d married and had their honeymoon.
Once the prosthetic was gone, Astrid wasted no time in getting to work, her motions cool and collected despite the obvious want in her eyes and sweat on her skin.
The rope looped twice around the bed frame, either side of the rope tying around his wrists, then she pulled the rope under the bed by the ends, effectively attaching Hiccup’s hands to the surface of their bed just above his head on either side, raised slightly. Astrid then pulled the long rope under the midsection of the bed and around his torso, having to tug a bit to get them to stretch far enough, effectively making her husband hiss in discomfort before he got used to the stretched sensation. She tied the ending parts of the rope-specifically measured to fit their bed this way-around his right ankle and left knee after pulling them under the foot of the bed, so his legs were spread, ankle and amputation site tied down, and wrists pinned firmly on either side of his head, his sex, anal area, sensitive stomach, face, stump, and everything else in between completely exposed to her and her only.
She could’ve just left him there and he would’ve been screwed, but Hiccup knew Astrid would never abandon him, just like he’d never abandon her, or anyone in his village.
“You look beautiful like this.” Astrid practically purred, climbing up her husband’s body and purposefully dragging her fingers up the center of his belly, starting just above his belly button and moving upwards. He hissed at the contact, forest greens wide and pupils blown with lust and admiration.
“Not the most masculine compliment I’ve ever been given m'lady.” Hiccup smiled weakly, sweating already in sheer anticipation. Astrid smirked, reaching for his right nipple and squeezing. He gasped, teeth grit, and eyes locked onto hers.
Astrid stared at him with such sincerity and intensity he thought she might’ve been studying his very soul. He knew she was waiting for his reaction, and when she held the perked bud firm, twisting just a tad bit clockwise, she got it in the form of his eyes finally tearing away from hers, squeezing tightly while he grit his teeth, careful not to bite his own tongue.
“Look at me babe.” Astrid reached for the other nipple, pinching both at the same time. Hiccup tried to do as she requested, eyelids fluttering back open and desperate gaze locking with her much more intense one, body growing used to the once painful but now firm and rough texture of her fingers pinching him.
Then she twisted both at the same time. Hiccup’s eyes closed, his back arching as much as it could despite his restraints, his chest trying to get closer to her hands reflexively so she couldn’t stretch his nipples further and therefor twist harder.
“I said look at me.” There was a demanding, stern tone to her voice that almost made him yelp in surprise, though there was care as well, love and lust all put together with concern and trust, bundled into one package that was her sweet demands for him.
Once again Hiccup looked at her, locking his gaze with hers. His left eye closed when she squeezed harder, a gasp escaping his lips at the painful yet thrilling contact that sent electricity up his spine. He continued to look at her, making sure when he blinked he didn’t keep his eyes closed for too long.
Once Astrid was satisfied her husband had gotten used to the pain enough to follow her order and look at her, she let him go all together. Hiccup hissed and twisted, fought a bit, do the feeling of her nails suddenly letting go sending the sensitive skin on fire because she’d held him in the same position for so long.
Once that high was over, Hiccup was panting, cock twitching and hard for her. Astrid gave him a few encouraging strokes, eliciting a few moans from her dearest husband because he was nothing if not loud.
He was everything she ever wanted.
“You like that babe?” Hiccup opened his eyes after they’d fluttered closed in the throws of pleasure, nodded down at her weakly. He smiled warmly when she kissed his thigh, then let his head fall back when her mouth touched his tip, hands twisting in the restraints before he remembered he couldn’t reach down, couldn’t touch her hair the way he wanted to.
Astrid’s lips took his head in, giving a few sucks and licking his frenulum. Hiccup tried to hold back because he knew she didn’t want him to reach his climax right now, just wanted to get him ready, and as soon as she saw he was ready she’d move onto something completely different.
Of course, Astrid tasted it the second he let the slightest drop of precum drip, and pulled away quickly, gripping the base of his length tightly.
Hiccup’s head fell to the side, chest rising and falling with extremely heavy pants. He didn’t struggle, had gotten used to this kind of thing, but it didn’t stop him from wanting it to end quickly, not because he didn’t like it, but because he was almost desperate for the end result already.
Astrid smirked when she saw her husband’s reaction, reached for his stump and rubbed it tenderly, knowing how sensitive it was to light touches. With the other hand she ran her finger just around the rim of his anal area, not penetrating him further than a half inch, but still stimulating him.
Hiccup’s leg twitched reflexively when Astrid first touched it, but he couldn’t help adore it when she did such things. There was just such trust between them, enough so that she was allowed to touch the few places no one else were allowed to put their hands on. His amputation site was one of them, and most people hardly even saw it, let alone touched it in such a way.
Then her finger was rimming him, making him hold his breath for a few seconds, then releasing it shakily when her finger slid the shortest distance inside, teasing him and working him up, not getting anywhere near his prostate, but still a sensitive area to be toyed nonetheless.
Astrid’s left hand left his amputation sight so she could instead stroke his manhood slowly, so slowly it was torturous. This pattern continued for almost 3 or so minutes, before finally Hiccup made it very clear what he wanted-needed, because these slow strokes weren’t giving him nearly enough friction to lead him to an orgasm.
“Astrid! M-M'lady please!” Somehow the fact that anyone walking near their house would’ve heard his strained, loud beg didn’t leave her perturbed at all. Hiccup’s call itself though made her even more wanton, so much so she thought she might break just by touching him.
“Oh c'mon.” Astrid teased for a moment, letting go of him all together so she could crawl up his body and kiss him hungrily, one finger tweaking his nipple and making him squeak in a rather unmanly manner.
Did she care? No.
“I’m sure you can take a little more babe.” Astrid’s voice was silk, the way she moved her butt cheeks over his cock slightly reminding Hiccup of a sly fox because damn she was too much for him, and yet he craved more.
Hiccup shook his head, trying to thrust his hips up towards her but unable to because of the restraints.
“N-no…Astrid…please I-I need you M'lady!” Hiccup gasped when she finally sank over him, Astrid moaning as he filled her wet, warm folds. They hugged him, drained him, and he had to grab both of her hands for some sort of sense of grounding if he didn’t want to cum right then.
Still holding his hands and leaving a bite on his collar bone, Astrid began moving. Slow, shallow thrusts back and forth that drove her husband mad, before she finally began riding him the way she knew would make him whine like a Terrible Terror in heat, whimper like a baby Nadder, soft and melodic, but obviously strained and in need.
Hiccup’s head thrashed back and forth on the pillow, desperate to hold out until Astrid released first. He coughed, let a tear loose, squeezed both of her hands tighter as she used his palms for balance, fingers lacing for some sort of comfort after finally being given what he wanted despite being denied for so long, and now still trying to hold out.
Astrid was quick to climax, breaths heavy as her thighs began to burn with her movements now that she wasn’t spurred on by adrenaline. She climbed off of him, riding him only making her uncomfortable now that she’d already had an orgasm of her own.
Hiccup, of course, gasped when she left him, almost crying as his manhood strained, desperate for attention that he couldn’t even give himself, and leaking as if defiant and willing himself to release by sheer mind power.
Once the high died down a little, a warm mouth was on him quickly. Astrid didn’t mind the taste of herself on him, licked his foreskin, suckled his balls, before finally sucking on his head and bringing him into her mouth as a whole, reaching his base and feeling him in her throat.
It took nothing more than her tongue sliding against the underside of his length and the feeling of her throat’s vice-like grip squeezing the top half of him for Hiccup to finally reach that climax he’d been desperate for, letting out an almost animalistic sound as spurts of his stuff were quickly swallowed down by his well-practiced wife.
Hiccup was panting and sweating, so tired that it took a couple of minutes for him to actually calm down. By then Astrid had untied his hands, ankles, and midsection, dropping the rope to the floor. She kissed his cheek, whispering soothingly to her husband as both of them spasmed every now and again, overwhelmed.
“I love you babe.” Astrid whispered, wrapping the furs around the both of them and tracing scars from a past of dragon training on her beloved’s bare chest. Hiccup nodded his head, rolling his head to the side so he could look into her baby blues with his own forest greens.
“Love you too M'lady. So much.”