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What's wrong with me?	By : ItwasMerlin Category: +G through L > How to Train Your Dragon Views: 77001 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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A/N Hello everyone Merlin here, mistakes will be read as i have no beta. I also keep spelling stoick wrong, no idea why i keep doing it but a las. Anyway massive thanks to everyone who reveiwed. Please do keep them coming alongside your ideas it really does motivate me.
This chapter has plot, but dont worry its not in depth. This one is also all about Astrid, yes Ruffnut is still in it and plays a big part now but youll see why its all about the sheildmaiden haha.
anyways thanks for reading.
Merlin

What’s wrong with me?
Chapter thirteen
Why wont these feelings just go away?
The next day…The great hall bed chamber
The village of Berk was silent, or it was at least from what Astrid could hear. The celebration of hers and Hiccup’s marriage had been loud and messy to say the least. But Astrid, she had been locked away in private with her husband, the man she would spend her life with as they became one for the first time. It should have been one of the best nights of her life, but as she lay on the bed, body turned away from a naked, snoring Hiccup… she concluded, it was anything but.
She didn’t expect fantastic, she knew he would be inexperienced, but it wasn’t the technique, it wasn’t that he didn’t last long. It was that her body craved something different, someone who treated her like she had never been treated in her life… Who stretched her in ways Hiccup wouldn’t be able to…And the worst thing was, Mildew had awoken something in her she had no idea had been lurking…. Because it did everything she had described.
It had been forced on her, quite literally in this case, but she knew she had to forget. It was wrong on so many levels, it was just sex, it wasn’t love like she had with Hiccup and this was technically rape. Taking a breath, she calmed her mind, one thing she would do though, was keep an eye on Ruff, she didn’t want her being subjected to the same fate. And if Thor were being kind, someone would strike Mildew down.
Three weeks later...
Astrid smiled to herself, it was odd but after the events that had transpired, nothing had happened. And much to her relief, she had barely laid eyes on Mildew… though that thought, seemed to both please her, and make her feel a pang of something she chose to ignore. And better yet, she had kept a close eye on Ruff, and she had seen no sort of interaction between the two. Maybe nothing even happened. And while sex with Hiccup hadn’t really improved, she was loving every minute of being married too him.
And that was the truth as she watched Hiccup interact with some of the young dragon riders, but it didn’t stop, the occasional thought popping into her head… and it didn’t change the fact that occasional doubt seeped into her brain.
But little did Astrid know; she hadn’t been keeping an eye well enough.
Inside Mildews home….
“You like sucking on that don’t you Astrid?”
Mildew watched with gritted teeth as he leant against his table, tights around his ankles as below him kneeled Ruffnut. The female Thorston nodding eagerly as she bobbed her mouth up and down on his cock.
It had surprised him her reaction to the first time he had fucked her, and it was even more surprising to him that without using the Loki stone she had been the one to suggest more. With Astrid now married and making her feelings incredibly clear, Ruff was the perfect back up. And she was more then willing to play into his fantasy of a willing Astrid for him.
“Gods Astrid!!” Mildew cried out, the old man exploding into the waiting mouth of his new ‘Astrid’. The female twin milking him of every drop as it shot into her throat, not missing a trick, the blonde then swallowed it happily before letting go of the softening old cock and climbing to her feet, a devious smile on her lips.
“That help?”
Mildew, slightly breathless, gave the psychotic Ruffnut a nod as he reached down and pulled his tights up and over his now sated cock. It wasn’t the same, but she truly knew how to suck a cock that was for sure.
“I want you here tonight, you understand?” Mildew said, smirking at the nod that came from Ruffnut all the while she licked the last of his cum from her lips. He then spoke once more, giving another command. “And Ruff? You’re going to go and steal some of Astrid’s clothes and wear them for me tonight. Got it?”
Ruffnut nodded, she loved a breaking and entering after all. And even if the man in front of her was using her to get himself off to Astrid, she didn’t care, his cock more then made up for it.
Later that night…
With Hiccup in meetings with his father and a rival chief in the great hall, Astrid had decided to spend the evening with her mother and father. She had been seeing them less and less with her now staying at Hiccups in his bed, so she thought it was a great time to catch up. Just before she was about to leave, she quickly went up to her room and looked for a few of her clothing items she hadn’t yet moved. Since marrying Hiccup, she had decided on a change, she now wore a red tunic, a fur hood connected to her armour plates. She had gotten a leather skirt with fur stitched in, blue tights and her fur boots. All this topped off with her hand wraps, headband, and skull belt. It wasn’t hugely different, but Vikings liked to update their style every now and then, and she thought it was time. Didn’t mean she wouldn’t alternate, and that was why she went to her old room in search of her trusty old blue tunic and her old brown skirt.
But as she rummaged through her chests, she couldn’t find it, had her parents thrown it out? Made no sense. Walking back downstairs, she saw her father cutting up meat from a boar he had recently killed.
“Dad, has someone been in my room? I’m missing some clothes?”
She watched as the hulking form of her father, Lars Hofferson put down his axe, looking at her with a shake of his head.
“I know your married now Astrid, but get your head out of the clouds, would you? Your friend Ruffnut said you were okay with her borrowing some clothing as she hadn’t got around to washing hers.”
“Ruffnut…” Astrid parroted, worry growing in her, after all Ruff had asked nothing of the sort. When her father nodded, going back to his boar, she slowly took a step back.
“I… that reminds me, I just need to go see her. Ill head home afterwards, so I’ll see you tomorrow?”
Lars put down his axe once more, this time going towards his daughter and gripping her tightly in a hug. Little did he know the things his daughter had been put through, or the thoughts going through her mind.
Astrid left quickly grabbing her axe on the way out after her father let go of her, only one thought on her mind as she placed her weapon on her back. She knew where she was looking first, quickly heading towards Stormfly she jumped on her dragons back and headed off up towards Mildews home.
It didn’t take long, Stormfly incredibly quick and silent as Astrid told her to drop her off a little before the home of the most hated man on Berk. Once she jumped off, she silently snuck up towards his farm, making sure no one was around as she used her years of training to stealth fully approach the front door. Maybe she could stop it, break it up, stop Mildew from using whatever tricks he was up to. She knew she couldn’t attack him, but she couldn’t just leave Ruff to whatever sick game he was playing.
Once at the door, she placed her ear against it and listened closely, gritting her teeth in annoyance when she couldn’t hear a thing. Then just before she pulled away, she caught the sound of moaning, or what she thought was moaning. Needing to be sure before she caused a scene she moved quietly around the hut, her fur boots stepping lightly through his muddy garden. On the side was a small slit window, Mildews home being incredibly boxed in. Hiding to the side, she then slowly peered through, making sure not to show her face. But a breath caught in throat when she witnessed what was going on.
As there was Ruffnut, wearing her blue tunic and brown leather skirt that was currently bunched up and over her back as the blonde twin was on all fours on Mildews small wooden bed. She had nothing on under the skirt, her long slender legs on show as behind her the disgusting, naked form of the old pervert Mildew was at the rear of her, kneeling, hands gripping her friends waist as he thrust his large cock in and out of the female Thorston. Ruff’s face buried in the bear skin rug below as she was relentlessly pounded into by the man who had used Astrid for so long.
Astrid wanted to move, wanted to put a stop to this for Ruff’s sake but she couldn’t, her feet stuck as her friend imitated her all the while her abuser used her body. Her mind went blank, her eyes transfixed on what was happening in front of her. She could hear their hips coming together, could hear the wetness of Ruffs pussy as Mildew entered her over and over.
Like on auto pilot, her right hand reached down and grabbed her belt, undoing it, the blonde loosened her skirt slightly but kept the belt on. The movement giving her hand access easier as she slipped a wrapped hand into the tights, she was wearing underneath. Not realising what she was doing, her hand found her pussy… It was already rapidly moistening, as the blonde gazed in on what was happening. Her hand beginning to slowly rub up and down her slit, as she stood outside Mildews hut looking in at what was in front of her.
She didn’t move from the spot, her heart pounding as she watched them go at it. Swallowing, her fingertips then found her clit, the blonde biting her bottom lips as the pulsations of pleasure went through her body. Hiccup a distant memory for the married women as she played with herself.
“You like that do you Astrid, you like that whore?!”
Astrid’s eyes closed in blissful agreement as she heard Mildew growl, the old pervert using her name as he fucked Ruffnut into the bed. Without realising, she whispered to herself, her fingers pushing harder on her clit as she did.
“Yes… Yes, I like it.”
Her cunt was becoming wetter and wetter by the second as her eyes never left what was in front of her. The blondes fingers coated in her own essence. Lust taking over, as she thought of nothing else. The enjoyment only increased when Ruffnut lifted her head, crying out in pleasure. But Ruffs words, her words made Astrid’s fingers move even faster than before.
“Gods yes I like it, so… so much better then Hiccups my chief...”
Usually using her husband’s name being used, the man she loved would have made Astrid angry. But it didn’t, she was too full of need to register the anger. Instead, as she continued to rub her cunt, the blonde then reached with her free hand up and under her red tunic. Slipping under the wraps, she found her left breast and began squeezing it in unison with the movements below.
“Fuck...” Astrid groaned quietly to herself, her body getting closer and closer to getting off. But just before she could, just before the married shieldmaiden came undone, Mildew pulled his cock from Ruffnut’s hairy entrance, the old man then telling her to get off the bed and on her knees. The blonde Viking doing just that as Astrid watched Mildew climb off the bed and stand in front of Ruffnut’s kneeling form. His thick cock swaying slightly above the Viking dressed as her.
“Use your whore mouth and clean yourself off my cock Astrid.”
Her blues eyes gazed intently, her fingers still rubbing at her pussy, albeit slower as Astrid looked on, enthralled by what she was witnessing as Ruffnut happily began bobbing her head on Mildews cock. Pure enjoyment on her face as she tasted herself, cleaned every inch just like Mildew had asked.
“That’s it Astrid, taste yourself… how do you taste whore...”
She heard his words, and moving without thought, Astrid removed her hand from her breast while at the same time pulling the other from her tights. She then, without pause placed her fingers that where now coated in her juices in between her waiting lips. Her free hand then slipped down her body and into her tights, replacing the hand that had just been there as she once again started to rub at her soaked lips and clit.
Her own essence flooded her mouth, making her shudder, the dirtiness of what she was doing only helped to raise Astrid’s need. And like Mildew was talking to her, she heard him speak once more, coaxing an answer out of Ruffnut.
“Well how does your juices taste whore?!”
She didn’t even listen to Ruffnut’s reply, instead, she merely whispered back to Mildew, like she was kneeling in front of him, like she was the one sucking his cock.
“Good... so, so fucking good” Astrid whispered, though it came out muffled as she sucked on her fingers as she said it. Her own taste making her body shudder, her core tightened with enjoyment. Then she watched through her intense gaze, as Mildew spoke once more.
“I always knew you where a good little whore Astrid, now be a good little shield maiden and beg me to cum on your face…”
Astrid watched as Mildew began stroking his cock rapidly, aiming down at Ruffnut’s waiting face as she heard her psychotic friend begin to beg her abuser.
“Please my chief, please come on my face…”
Astrid began to rub at her clit with rabid pace, almost keeping in unison with Mildews stroking movements. Not even realising it, but she began whispering once again, her brain imagining it was her kneeling in front of his large, bulging cock.
“Please… Please come on my face”
Astrid legs began to shake as she now rapidly stroked her clit, her mouth still wrapped around her fingers sucking down hard.
She could hear Mildew grunt, could hear him groan as he kept repeating her name, calling her a whore as Ruffnut kneeled waiting for him to finish off.
“Please…” Astrid whispered; the tone still muffled because of her hands. “Please cum on my face… Gods Mildew cum on my face. I’m such a willing whore”.
It was almost like Mildew could hear her, as the old mans naked body shook, as he cried out, the blondes gaze not leaving his cock as it began to unload stream after stream of his seed all over the waiting Ruffnut’s face. Covering her nose, mouth, forehead… And it was as he came, it was too much for Astrid to watch as she bit down on her finger’s as she herself fell over the edge. The blonde warrior stumbled slightly against the wood of the hut, as she did her best to stay standing as pleasure rushed through her young teen body. Her fingers still moving over her nub, her cunt coating her hand in her own essence once more as she road her orgasm out alongside the dirty old man’s.
It seemed an age before she came down before she noticed Mildew pulling his trousers up and giving a used Ruffnut marching orders. It was then she pulled her fingers from her tights, the lust sated, she was horrified at herself. Leaning quietly against the wooden wall of Mildews home, the breathless, embarrassed, and guilt-ridden Astrid didn’t know what to do.
So, she did all she could, she left as fast as she had arrived. Heading straight back to bed, back to bed with her husband.
Later that night….
Astrid lay awake, staring up at the wooden ceiling she now called part of her home, her eyes gazing to the side of her. The naked sleeping form of Hiccup, snoring lightly, dreaming good dreams. He was sated, they had slept together that night again, nothing had changed, Astrid had even faked her orgasm wanting Hiccup to feel good. She had needed his touch, needed to make love to him to try and get the dirtiness feeling that wouldn’t leave her earlier. But it hadn’t helped.
Her eyes watered, as shame once again rose in her as she did something that she would both love and hate herself for as her fingers slipped under her sleep gown and once again onto her waiting, plump pussy. And in the dead of night, Astrid Hofferson rubbed her cunt until she shook with pleasure… The worst part for the blonde Viking teen, not once did her husband’s cock come into her thoughts as she did.
One week later…
She hadn’t gone back, hadn’t tried to stop Mildew and Ruffnut from happening. Because she hadn’t quite come to terms with what she had done last time… Or most nights when Hiccup slept. It was enough to keep her sated, keep her focused on her marriage through the day. But one thing she had realised, the pang she felt at times, it was something almost foreign to Astrid. She was jealous, but that idea itself was preposterous, how could she ever be jealous when it involved Mildew.
No, she wasn’t, and she wasn’t a whore, but each time she repeated the sentiment she believed it less and less. But she had her pride, no one would know the thoughts she had truly deep down, and she would keep it that way. Love would trump lust; she couldn’t have both and she didn’t need both… she just needed one of them. She felt bad for Ruffnut, but Astrid didn’t have a clue how to get her out of it, maybe she would come up with an idea soon, but nothing seemed to stick.
But it all changed when the blonde walked across the village of Berk on a mid-afternoon, stopping at the wash bowels. She cleaned her face from the sweat that currently dripped down her forehead, the shieldmaiden having done a vigorous training session. She stopped what she was doing when the horn of the chief rang out, meaning everyone needed to gather near the steps of the great hall as an announcement was being made. Because she had married Hiccup, Astrid had usually known about any announcements pending, but as she looked around, she noticed even a confused looking Hiccup walking towards the great hall steps.
Following her husband, she stopped in her tracks suddenly, gasping when she saw who stood atop next to an uncomfortable Stoic. It was Ruffnut…. Standing alongside that perverted bastard Mildew, a smug smile plastered on his wrinkled face. And when Stoic spoke, her heart began beating rapidly from her chest, not believing the words she was hearing.
“People of Berk, I’ve gathered you today to announce the coming marriage of Ruffnut Thorsten…”
It seemed an age before he added on the last part, clearly not happy with what he was saying.
“And Mildew…”
Astrid’s fist tightened in anger…. And something else, there was no way she was going to let this happen.
A little while earlier…
Mildew chuckled darkly to himself as he left the Chief’s home alongside the Thorston family, he could tell the giant oaf wasn’t best please he was marrying Ruffnut. But somehow, some way the Thorston family had agreed his dowry of a turnip and Ruffnut herself was incredibly pleased he was pleased to be marrying her.
I wonder how that happened Mildew thought to himself, laughing inwardly. True she wasn’t who he really wanted, not even close to the beautiful prize that was Astrid. But the old pervert knew that was a no go, he wanted to control her, but it wouldn’t have been what his original goal was, so he had stayed clear. His hand at night not enough, or Ruffnut pretending happily to be the blonde, it still didn’t fill that void.
But Ruffnut was a good way to sate himself, and what better way to have easier access to her then marry her and move her in. He would just order her to leave most of the day, before cooking him dinner to then get her dressing up like Astrid. He would then fuck her relentlessly before telling her roll over and sleep. Besides, he had been married before but having a young tight pussy like Ruffnut as his wife would be imminently better.
Not to mention the real prize, seeing the anger on Astrid’s face as the announcement was made to the whole of Berk. The fact the whole of Berk would be shocked and most likely horrified made it even more entertaining to him.
Later that evening …
Astrid watched from the shadows, axe at the ready as Mildew walked towards his home, no sign of Ruff, the blonde knew it was time now to strike. She couldn’t hurt him, but she couldn’t just not do nothing, it was bad enough what had happened before when she had seen them together. But marriage was different, Ruff might have been crazy, but she deserved better then whatever Mildew had done to her.
Once he had entered his home, she moved swiftly towards the door, and without thinking twice about it, the agile warrior kicked the wooden entrance causing it to fling open. A shocked Mildew startled slightly as the form of Astrid Hofferson came rattling towards him, it not taking long before the sharp blades of her axe where up against his neck.
At first, he thought he was going to perish, but as his senses came back and he calmed himself down, he realised no matter how dangerous the women in front of him was… She could do him no harm.
“You know you can’t hurt me with that Astrid…”
“Let Ruff out of this spell you have her under, you horrible old bastard...” Astrid shot back, ignoring his words as her anger for her friend came through. “She might be Loki’s spawn but she’s a good person, a good Viking woman who deserves to find real happiness.”
Her anger rose when Mildew chuckled, his smugness and enjoyment at her words evident.
“Oh, my dear Astrid, believe me she is more than happy.”
Still holding the axe against his throat, but unable to push the blade in to cause him pain, Astrid gritted her teeth at the old, bushy eyebrowed Viking. His horrid smell prominent, as he snarled his ugly face at her.
“I know I can’t kill you but somehow I will make Berk get you off this island or kill you in the process…. Unless you stop this sham marriage to Ruff...”
Just as Mildew was about to command her not to, command her to never think of that idea again, a thought hit him. Causing his green dull eyes to light up. Before he then put on a fake look, one to try and show Astrid that comment worried him.
“Put that axe on the floor and well talk….”
Astrid stalled for a second, before taking her axe away from his neck and putting It on the floor, her eyes not leaving Mildew for a second.She couldn't hurt him anyway.
“There’s nothing to talk about, you’re going to call off that wedding and let my friend go.”
“It’s your fault Astrid, if you hadn’t of been so nosey and broken into my house that time. Id of never used Ruffnut.”
Astrid laughed sarcastically, not believing the cheek of his words.
“You think me breaking in and finding out you where my abuser is the reason Ruff’s in this predicament. Don’t make me laugh...”
Mildew looked Astrid up and down, she was so divine, she did things to him no one would understand. Seeing her this close, being able to smell her, Ruff just didn’t compare, no matter what she was wearing. So, he decided to go for broke, to barter, because he wanted her, but he was tired of forcing her, of hiding with a mask on to get her. But she wasn’t broken, and no way was she willing to let him have her anyway he wanted, he knew that for sure before even breaching the subject.
“Fine, I won’t marry Ruff...”
Astrid looked at Mildew, not sure what his game was, until he took a few steps towards her, his face changing once again to a knowing arrogant look. She wanted to back away, but instead she held her ground as the old pervert leaned in towards her ear.
“I won’t marry Ruff, but in return, I get to fuck that tight arse of yours twice a month…”
“I’m a happily married women...” Astrid shot back, putting on her most disgusted voice. But no matter how much she put on an act, his words, his words had made her pussy moisten with want.
“It looks like Ruff will be exactly the same then, and just to add to the happiness ill make sure I put a baby in that belly of hers as well.”
Mildew could see Astrid’s mind going a mile a minute, he knew she had a martyr complex, knew she would do anything for her friends. But openly cheat on her husband? He wasn’t sure, but then again, he had just threatened to impregnate one of her dear friends. Needing to push her a little more, he spoke once again.
“Think about it, your friend finds the love of her life somewhere else and all you have to do is give up that perfect arse of yours two times every month. Not like I could get you pregnant that way either, Hiccup wouldn’t even know...”
It seemed like an age Astrid stared into the distance in thought, Mildew still standing in front of her, waiting for her to answer. She was debating in her head, and while helping Ruffnut was the reason she was here, something else was drawing her towards saying yes. She knew what it was, because deep down she wanted him to use her body… But did she take this way, take his proposal to save Ruffnut, but to get her own enjoyment. Astrid had to save face, not give him extra power he didn’t know he currently held, so she herself made the final demand. Though the words struggled to come from her lips.
“Once…Once a month.”
She noticed his eyes light up, as the old pervert licked his lips at her words, at her offering. So, she made some ground rules.
“Once a month Mildew, you don’t marry Ruffnut, and you don’t speak to me until this day every month. And only ever what you suggested”.
She swallowed, her nerves beginning to rise when Mildew then put his bearded mouth to her ear once again.
“Deal… But Astrid, I want to collect now... So, maybe you should bend that perfect arse of yours over my table”.
Astrid closed her eyes at his words, nodding tightly as she turned on her feet, the now married Viking teen didn’t make eye contact with the old man as she slowly and unsurely walked towards the table in the corner of his room. Once there, she leant over, the wood creaking when her elbows touched the top, her gaze staring down at the hard surface below her. Without realising, she opened her legs slightly, subconsciously giving the old pervert behind her the best position straight away. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, but Ruff needed her.
“Gods have I missed this...” Mildew growled out, as without wasting time he stalked towards his ready waiting obsession. She wasn’t quite willing, but he wasn’t commanding her with the Loki stone neither as wasted no time in coming up behind her, reaching his hands up under her waist and grabbing for her skull belt. Undoing it in record time, he then gripped her brown fur and leather skirt, pulling it down her leg’s and pooling it around her ankles, the skirt resting on her brown fur boots. But he didn’t stop there as he then grabbed the waistline of her blues tights, pulling them roughly down and over her rear, once again reuniting him with the sight of Astrid’s perfectly shaped and toned arse, and then her slender toned leg’s. She was truly a work of art, and his cock throbbed at the thought of being reunited with her body.
“Fuck Astrid you little whore, Ruffnut doesn’t hold a candle to this...” Mildew growled out as he knelt behind her, the silent Astrid breathing sharply when the wrinkled hands of the hold man grabbed her arse cheeks, groaning in appreciation. Wasting no time, he pulled them apart, showing her puckered starfish to him once again, a shudder of appreciation coming from the old pervert as admired her.
“Before I take this arse, Mildew needs to warm it up first...”
Astrid stayed silent, facing downwards not believing what was happening as the most hated man on Berk knelt behind her, feeling up her bare arse. And when she heard his words, there was only one thought in that current moment running through her mind.
“Please… Gods, just stop talking and stick that dirty old tongue in me...”
While Mildew thought he had blackmailed her, and he for definite had, what the old man didn’t realise was his blonde obsession couldn’t stop thinking about being used by him, by the most hated man Berk. She was just too proud to admit it. But something that was about to change Berk for ever happened in that moment, as the sound of another horn rung out, this time a deeper, more alarming one. Because just as Mildew was about to taste Astrid once again, the sound of war approaching rung out causing them to stop, Astrid with her tights and skirt around her ankles, Mildew mid movement.
Both knowing, Astrid would be needed immediately elsewhere, as Mildew sat back growling angrily as the blonde moved herself from the table. Redressing herself and leaving him wanting. Little did Mildew know; Astrid was feeling the same exact way as she left ready to fight.
One week later…
The attack had been devastating, and it had happened so fast that it took everything for Berk to fight back and win. The dragon killer Drago had attacked, so many dragons under control, so much destruction. But the biggest moment, the death of Berks most beloved chief Stoic. Killed by Toothless himself under the control of the Alpha. But from the heroics of Hiccup, along with the help of the dragon riders and Hiccups long last mother Valka they had fought them off and gained control again.
But one thing wasn’t settled, and he had been nice enough to wait but someone wanted his reward and that was why, Mildew snuck after Astrid as she walked off from Hiccup briefly, the two joint at the hip, as the boy grieved. The two pushed up to chief and Cheiftess of Berk as soon as Stoic had been slain.
Following her into the dragon stables, he spoke from behind her, startling the blonde.
“You ow me Astrid, and I’m here to collect...”
He watched as his obsession went rigid, before letting out a sigh of annoyance. Turning towards him, she shook her head, angry at his words.
“The deals off Mildew, I have to be there for Hiccup, not playing your sick game...”
Just as she stalked past him, the furious Mildew spoke up before she exited, his words causing her to stop in her tracks once more.
“If you leave now and don’t give me what I want, the marriage will be back on within the week… my Cheiftess.”
Astrid looked down, and sighed, knowing it couldn’t happen, she couldn’t save Ruff, Berk needed Hiccup strong. And Astrid knew she would need to be there for him to be that.
“I can’t do it; I can’t hurt Hiccup.” And with that she left, knowing she had to be strong and do the right thing. She had to sacrifice a friends body for her love, he was needed more by Berk. She felt like a cunt, but worst of all, one part of her brain begged her to stay and let the old man take her.
But she pushed that down, leaving as fast as she could.
A/n well, Astrids really starting to flip flop. Could it be shes breaking at a rapid pace ( finally) . Anyway i know it wasnt a huge sexual moment but i hope it was still sexy. So while the age and timeline isnt the same, that ending was basically how to train your dragon 2 but Mildew caring more about his deal haha. Anyway please review.
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