Summary:Conclusion of 'Tango of the Norse.' Astrid makes up for her behavior at the dance.
Some time after the dance:
Astrid opened the door to Hiccup's house and was immediately enveloped by a rush of hot air. "By Thor, Hiccup," she said as she stepped inside. "Do you think it's hot enough?"
"Toothless likes the heat," Hiccup called from somewhere in the upper loft. Toothless certainly was looking blissfully content stretched out in front of a fire that was a step or two above blazing. Astrid scratched his head as she passed, and headed upstairs.
She swore again when she reached the loft. "It's like an oven up here!"
"Heat rises. Handy fact to know," Hiccup said. He had stripped himself down to just his leggings and was splayed out on the bed, his metal leg propped up on the ground next to him.
"Doesn't seem to have done you much good." Astrid walked over to the window and looked out at the night sky.
"Don't tease me Astrid, it's too hot to think up comebacks." Astrid smiled and opened the window. The icy winter air immediately rushed in, and Hiccup shuddered, then sighed in relief.
"Yeah, thanks." Hiccup's eyes were closed, and he had yet to move. "I should've done that, but that would have required getting up. And moving. And probably putting my leg back on. And I didn't feel like it."
Astrid smirked. "You wouldn't want to overwhelm yourself, after all."
"I'm only one man," Hiccup said. "I have my limitations." He finally opened his eyes and turned his head to smile at her.
Astrid peeled off her armor, boots, and leathers and stowed them on the corner. She took a seat on the floor near the head of his bed as Hiccup relaxed against the pillows. The prosthetic was leaning against the bed near her, and she idly picked it up and studied it, pushing against the foot to watch the spring compress. Curiously, she set it on the ground upright and pressed down, compressing the spring as far as she could, and let go. The leg shot a good foot in the air, and fell in its side with a clatter.
"What are you doing?" Hiccup asked, leaning up and looking over the edge of the bed at her.
Astrid quickly drew her hands into her lap. "Nothing."
"Don't break that, I need it."
"I'm not going to break it," she said huffily, and stood up so Hiccup couldn't see the red on the tips of her ears. He never outright laughed at her, but she could tell he wanted to sometimes. She walked back over the the window and closed it. "Cool enough?"
Hiccup was obviously trying very hard not to smirk. "Yeah, I'm good." He turned towards the edge of the loft. "Still all right down there buddy?"
Feeling somewhat more composed, Astrid took a seat next to Hiccup on the bed. "Your dad leave you home for the fishing trip?"
"Yeah." Hiccup sighed. "He said he wasn't about to take me out to sea before I've gotten my land legs, which I'm pretty sure was just an excuse."
"I'm sure it wasn't your fault the mast broke last time."
"Darn straight," Hiccup said, and Astrid laughed. "Your dad left too?"
"Yep. And my mom's on some kind of knitting spree, so I thought I'd come keep you company." She cocked her head to the side. "Okay with you?"
"Always." Hiccup smiled, then winced and dropped back down on the bed.
"Everything all right?" Astrid asked, her forehead creasing in concern.
"Yeah, it's just..." Hiccup made a vague motion towards his lower body. "My leg hurts."
Astrid looked at the empty space below his knee. "The one that doesn't exist?"
"It doesn't exist."
"Thank you, Astrid. I had noticed that." Hiccup looked back up at the ceiling. "It still hurts sometimes."
"Bad phantom leg," Astrid said, soothingly running her hand over the stump. Hiccup made a happy 'mmm' sound and closed his eyes. Then quickly opened them again as Astrid began trailing her hand up his inner thigh.
"W-what are you doing?" he asked, pushing himself up on his elbows.
Astrid arched an eyebrow. "Do you really have to ask?" she said softly, her touch featherlight and still creeping upwards.
Hiccup swallowed. "I guess not. Um. No mead this time?"
Astrid smiled. "I did promise."
"Okay." Hiccup pushed himself up to lean against the headboard, and Astrid shifted so she was straddling his hips. "So..." She reached down and pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it to the side. Hiccup licked his lips and ran his hands carefully over the bare skin of her waist. Astrid tipped her head back, breathed in deeply, and slowly exhaled as he tentatively cupped her breasts. Her heart was racing, and at the feel of it he gave her a nervous, exhilarated smile. "Okay?"
She smiled, nodded. "Always." And with that she leaned over him.
"Hiccup, wake up."
"I said wake up."
Someone poked him, and Hiccup swatted in the general direction of the touch. He forced his eyes open to see Astrid staring down at him. Oh right. Astrid had spent the night. Which would be totally awesome when he woke up enough to process it. "Wha'sit?" he mumbled.
"I've been up forever, and I'm bored. And you looked like you were going to sleep the day away."
Hiccup yawned. "Well, whatdya want me to do about it?"
Astrid rolled her eyes. "Gee, I don't know Hiccup, what could we possibly do to entertain me, up here, in your bedroom, on your bed."
"Oh, right." Hiccup quickly pushed himself into a sitting position, because this was definitely worth waking up for. Although he noticed Astrid was dressed, which was no fun. "I'm up."
Astrid looked at his lap and arched an eyebrow. "So I see."
Hiccup blushed and pulled more of the blanket into his lap, although part of him realized it was slightly ludicrous at this point. "It's morning, it-it happens."
"Right," Astrid said with a smirk. "Well, right now I'm actually going to go get us some breakfast."
"You -- what, like right now? Then why'd you wake me up?"
"I didn't want to just leave. What if you woke up while I was gone?"
Ooh, yeah, that would have been a bit of a blow. "Well, thanks," Hiccup mumbled.
Astrid nodded and stood up. "Hey, wait," Hiccup said, pushing the sheets to the side. "I'll come with you."
"Um, no," Astrid said, pushing him back down. "You're not leaving that bed right now."
Hiccup's eyes widened, then he grinned and reclined on the bed. "Well all right, if that's where you want me."
Astrid bit her lip, trying not to laugh. "Nice thought, but that's not exactly what I meant."
"What'd you mean?"
Now Astrid looked contrite. "I meant, I kind of have to go get breakfast and...your leg."
"My -- what?!" Hiccup quickly looked around and sure enough, the prosthetic was in none of its regular places. "Astrid, what did you do?"
"Okay, you remember I said I had been up a while? And I was bored? Well, I started playing 'Keep Away' with Toothless."
Hiccup raised his finger into the air, then dropped it back on the bed. "What."
Astrid smiled nervously. "He's winning!"
Hiccup rubbed a hand over his face. "Where is he now?"
"...I'm gonna go find him, and your leg, and get us breakfast. And then I'll come back and we'll take care of," she gestured towards Hiccup's lap, "that."
Hiccup sighed. "You'll find it?"
"Okay. I want eggs."
"You got it." She started towards the steps, waving as she went. "Be back soon!"
Hiccup watched her go, then shook his head, dropped back down on the bed, and smiled.