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What's wrong with me?	By : ItwasMerlin Category: +G through L > How to Train Your Dragon Views: 81389 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Merlin here . Yes another chapter .
RIght I'm already deep into the one after this but I've split it up to give you guys something. Little bit of sex but not alot .
But! Huge plot point and a renewed Mildew mistakes are my own please reveiw . Somdtimes its all that can motivate you for time you give up for free.

Whats wrong with me
Chapter 21
The green eyed monster part 3-revalations
Mildew sat uncomfortably behind his wife as he rode one of Berks dragons . While the other Vikings had gotten comfortable on these things , he hated the rats with wings .
Having spent some alone time with Ruffnut on the edge. Not to mention alone time with Heather … his new found play thing . It was time to head back to Berk. Back to his obsession, back to the one who plagued his thoughts. He had to admit he’d even missed the old cunt Valka, after all she was a great revenge fuck he’d enjoyed using. Even the sweeter that she was the mom to Hiccup… chief and the luckiest Thor forsaken cunt bucket for getting to marry Astrid and have her willingly any time he wanted . Still he’d visit Valka again when they got back, after all, he’d toyed with her the last time and he assumed she’d be going crazy over her want for Astrid …. Little did he know that’s exactly what had happened.
Growling to himself, his mind still plagued with wonder over that stubborn blonde. Did the last time mean anything . She’d cum, without his assistance. But did it mean much ? He couldn’t tell . It was a step in the right direction but it wasn’t enough, and a little step never seemed to mean anything with the chief-tess of Berk.
So all he could do was continue to plot, plan and hope something would work . Some days he was tempted to command her to be a willing obedient slave. But he didn’t want that, his dream had been for her to be willing but not forced, while yes, he forced her in one sense . She still had her own mind and he wanted that mind to want him.
Little did he know, motivation was about to spark … and hope about to rise in the coming days.
All it would take was a little prodding...
Last night ....Berk
“You .... you drugged me?” Astrid questioned breathing heavy. Her chest rising rapidly.
Valka didn’t know what to reply. She did . She’d been caught and the drug clearly hadn’t been strong enough to keep Astrid asleep , the mother not realising Astrid had only finished half her drink. She hated herself... yet the taste had been worth the problem and she knew she’d want it again, knew she’d want to please the blonde once more .. . So Valka replied with the only rebuttal she could. Even if it was weak in the moment.
“ And you cried out Mildews name .... not my sons ...”
The silence was horrible as Valka sat between Astrid’s legs. The pair staring at each other . Not sure what to do. Not sure on what the next move was.
The wind outside picked up, whistling, the force making Valkas home slightly creak as the awkward silence carried on .
Astrid had no idea what to say. She couldn’t believe she’d done that. Couldn’t believe she’d vocalised it drugged or not. But as she looked down at the heavy breathing form of her mother in laws .... something came to mind. A half truth.
“ He made me... “ Astrid whispered lowering her head. “ I know you know. I’ve seen the power he has over you. .....unless a threesome with Ruffnut and Mildew was natural.”
Astrid looked at the open-eyed shocked look Valka was now giving. Making Astrid continue.
“ He’s made me as well.... He told me I’d dream about him” Astrid continued her next words untruthful . “ dream about him and enjoy it. Even when your son was beside me.”
Valka looked at the girl above her , trying not to look at her delectable cunt that was still on show and instead look at her sons wife’s. She understood. She knew the anguish, and while Valka couldn’t remember Mildew commanding her to feel these things for Astrid ( though he had done just that), she definitely remembered his commands and what she’d been made to do. Even looking at Ruffnut, knowing the girl had most likely had the same done to her, Valka could barely look at her without images of the girl’s pussy being thrust into her face.
Though she was shocked Astrid knew about the threesome but she didn’t say anything... forgotten the better after all. What she didn’t realise was she’d been commanded just like Astrid to tell no one, but it seemed the Loki Stones powers didn’t work when both had been victims and seen first-hand. Mildew not commanding them to forget after all.
So Valka acted like the mother-in-law she should be.
“Pull your tights up Astrid.” Valka said trying to gaze away from her. Though the need for the blonde, made it incredibly hard to do so. The taste still on her lips.
Valka watched as Astrid did just that, as regretfully she sat up and pulled her tights from around her ankles and back up her legs.
The blonde sat dejected on the table , clearly in shock so Valka let her motherly instincts kick in as she got to her feet and without hesitating pulled Astrid into a hug . The blonde burying her head in her shoulder letting out a slight sob as she did .
Her heart broke for the blonde . Her assumption was the sob was about the position Mildew had put her in and what it did to her relationship with her son. And while that was true... Valka didn’t know the other quite yet gnawing thoughts that plagued Astrid constantly.
“Why did she get jealous, why did she think of Mildew when she was alone... why did she even think of Mildew ..”
Valka though tried to keep composure... but struggled as the scent of Astrid’s blonde hair hit her nostrils. Making her shake, making the need rise again .
“I don’t know what he’s done to me... but you need to leave Astrid... I can’t stop... you just need to leave .”
Astrid pulled from her shoulder, big blue eyes looking up in confusion at the older woman whose eyes were tightly closed . Anguish clear. So she did just that silently understanding something wasn’t right as she moved from Valka's grasp and slid off the table. Trying to ignore the wetness still between her legs.
Moving for the door. Wanting out of this situation Astrid began leaving only to suddenly feel Valkas hand on her shoulder.
“ I... Astrid... if you ever ... please let me taste you again..”
Astrid stood in shock at hearing Valka’s words . She knew this wasn’t real... the desperation evident wasn’t coming from Valka’s real mind . Shrugging her hand off , the shield maiden composed herself .
“ Valka I’d never... this isn’t you ..”
And with that a more composed Astrid exited Valka’s cabin and into the cold Berk air . She paused once out . Eyes tightening shut as she sighed in disgust .
“ Why was I tempted to stay ...”
“why am I like this... what’s wrong with me?”
Present day...
Mildew grit his teeth, feeling anything but comfortable as Ruffnut steered the dragon down towards Berk. You could see everything from above . All the vikings hard at work, going about their day as the afternoon sun hit them. It was still cold. Berk was always cold. But at least it was warmer this time of year as the summer sky’s shone down.
An idea hit him as he caught glimpse of the young group of Berkians together, the a team, the annoying good for nothing cunt buckets.... But most important was he could see Stormfly. Alongside what looked like Tuffnet ,Fishlegs and Snotlout.
“ Take us down to your brother Ruff.”
Ruff smiled and nodded at her ‘love’ as the pregnant but not really showing yet Ruff steered the dragon down towards her brother and friends .
Roaring , the Dragons recognised their friend swooping in. Alerting the dragon riders of an impending arrival .
With a loud thud, Ruff and Mildew landed onto Berks rough terrain before they slowly descended off the dragon and onto the soil .
“Hi Losers” Ruff said in jest smirking at the riders as they all rolled their eyes at her usual insult.
Mildew stood back as he watched his wife walk towards her friends and begin rough housing her brother as they welcomed her home.
It was then though he saw her appear like a goddess... alongside her runt of a husband. His dull green eyes looking the petite blonde up and down, smirking when the girls blue eyes looked at him, before looking away almost instantly as they caught each other’s gaze .
“Ruff come here.” Mildew said, demanding his wife’s attention as she turned away from her friends. Smiling at him lovingly ... if still a little psychotic .
“what is it Milly?”
“ I’m going home ... say good bye .”
Ruffnut smiled lustfully as much to everyone else’s groans of disgust, she leant in, catching the old mans mouth . Tongues moving in unison as they kissed ... deeply... and much to the horror of the other dragon riders.
“ That’s disgusting.” Snotlout said, turning. Gagging at the sight. Similar actions followed from the other riders. The site having the same effects . What no one caught was the one gaze that didn’t look away .
Instead a certain Vikings features scrunched into a look that was hard to read .
Hate, disgust .....something else she hated, something else dawning on her.
Astrid looked down, not wanting to see anymore . Her hand grabbing onto Hiccups. Fingers threading into his .
Out of love ........or was it guilt . Was it masking what was lurking deep within ?
“ Anyway.” Hiccup said face trying not to show the uneasy Ruff and Mildews antics had given him. Interrupting the scene itself. Interrupting the make out session the old man and much younger girl had been having openly in front of the group .
“ It’s great to have you back Ruff . We’ve a dragon riders meeting tomorrow . It’ll be great to have you there.”
Ruff nodded not really caring her eyes hungrily running up and down Mildew like she needed to eat . The looks disgusting the others as theyes watched. Yet beneath one riders disgust, was a coiled feeling of something that wouldn’t shake.
It wasn’t long after. Staff in hand , Astrid watched the old bastard wonder off, thor knows where. When a thought hit her . One that chilled her to the bone. Made her sick to her stomach .
I wish I could turn back time...
And the worst part the thought wasn’t to before all of this. Before with the riders and adventures but to the man in the mask, when she didn’t know. Didn’t know it was the most disgusting man on Berk. Because back then... he forced her. Didn’t blackmail , didn’t use her friends instead he used his powers and made her submit against her will. Not because she liked that but because it gave her an excuse, it was forced pleasure. But the biggest, the worst thought. Something that coursed bile to rise in her throat.
“Back then i was all he wanted.”
Astrids felt sick then and there, excusing herself from Hiccup saying she needed to use the bathroom. Instead she run back home, throwing up the moment she did.
Elsewhere...
Mildew grumbled and groaned to himself. Years of age playing it’s part . In his sixties, incredibly long for a Viking much to Berks annoyance . But mostly he grumbled at Berk in general, at Astrid, at not getting what he wanted sooner.
Stopping he stretched himself out. Clicking his neck and back as he walked through the town of Berk. Each Viking working and laughing together. Rolling their eyes the moment they saw him .
He laughed internally, if only they knew what he’d been doing . The women would be disgusted, the men disgusted.... yet envious. Ruffnut, Heather and Valka. All desirable Vikings and to top it off, the jewel of Berk Astrid . Her body able to make any of the men tremble .
Turning slightly, changing his intended direction. Mildew decided to pop by one of his muses. Curious how she was doing with the addiction he had created.
Chuckling to himself the old pervert headed towards Valka’s hut hoping she was home at this time. Knowing her, the cunt would be out helping the people of Berk. Mildew shook his head, spitting on the floor .
“ Fuck Berk and all that live here”
Reaching the door of the onetime cheiftess of Berk, he looked around making sure no one had seen him arrive.
Coast clear, he banged hard on the wood. He waited a few moments, then hearing movement in side he smirked . Perfect.
The door swung open, revealing the slender tall form of Valka. Her blue eyes showing disgust . Dressed in her usual get up. Furs, boots and her brown tunic . Her auburn Hair flowing. A slight grey hair showing for the forty year old .
Her jaw tightened. Annoyance and anger seeing the man. She tried to purse her lips but the loki stone took over
“ Hello Mildew , please can I suck your cock?”
He smirked, looking around the empty area, before looking her up and down .
“ Na, I tell you what you can do though.”
20 mins later inside valkas home...
Mildew gripped her hips harder as he thrust into her again. The mature Viking moaning in hate and pleasure as she felt his large cock slip between her folds once again.
It hadn’t taken long for Mildew to get in, get her undressed and bent over the kitchen table.
“ Still better then stoick ay Haddock.” Mildew goaded, his Rhythm hard and fast as he fucked her raw. Watching as her older, yet firm arse slapped against his hips, his cock disappearing inside her tight wet walls over and over .
Valka needed this, the disgusting ritual of being forced by Mildew her most hated past time . But after everything with Astrid, the need, the want, the constant wetness between her legs she needed contact. And unfortunately, she hated to admit it but Mildew knew how to fuck .
“ I said you old cunt, better then stoic ay” Mildew said, reaching his dirt, damp ridden hand forward. Grabbing Valka’s hair harshly pulling it back causing her to gasp in shock and pain. His cock still buried deep in her . Her entrance pulsating around his thickness.
“ Yes...so much better for thors sake” Valka cried before closing her eyes. Desperation evident as she whispered the next part. “ just please, please keep going”
And he did, his thrusts relentless as he let go of her hair and continued to fuck her like she was nothing, the way right then she needed more then anything .
The table creaked, her body trembling until finally, finally her climax come hard. Her body tensing as she cried out, electricity running through her system as her entrance constricted around the old rapists cock.
Her pressure and warmth too much as he followed her over the edge, Grunting low as he began emptying into her. His seed filling her cunt .
Both of them breathing heavy, both of them sated as Mildew let her hips go, his softening cock slipping from her used walls. His seed dripping out of her slowly.
“ Keep my cum inside you for the day you old cunt and get dressed.” Mildew said, mockingly as Valka dejectedly got up from the table and began to dress cringing when she felt his essence sticking to her bottoms .
Five minutes later...
“So.” Mildew said, feet up on her table, meed poured fresh by Valka in hand, face smug . “ How is your addiction going? How was your time without me ? Tell me everything valka .”
He watched as she tried not to talk to him, tried to keep her mouth shut but to no avail. As she began speaking.
“Horrible, all I’ve done is think of Astrid... you’ve got to stop it.” Valka didn’t know Mildew was behind her problems but she’d suspected as much . Everything felt different when he ordered her, un organic. Mildew basically confirming it didnt even make her pause. After all she’d expected as much when she’d been after Astrid, she just couldn’t remember.
“And why do tell should i do that? As you’ve already guessed I see. I may have made you like her just a little more than a daughter in law.”
Valka shifted uncomfortably in her seat, Mildews cum still slowly trickling from her cunt making the chiefs mothers trousers more and more uncomfortable to wear. She closed her eyes ashamed, remember what she’d done, remembering what she wanted to do again.
“Because you old Fucking..”Valka said, anger building at her houseguest. Breathing deep, unable to punch the smug looking Mildew.
“Because ... I drugged her. I drugged my fucking daughter in law Just so I could taste her.”
Mildew’s smug look turned into a horrid toothless smile. His yellow few teeth almost falling out while on show.
“ Stop smiling you peace of dragon shit. What happens if my son comes in? What happens then ?”
Valka then made a point to Mildew that made the old man double take a little . The old slut making him think.
“ It’s already weird enough your married to Ruffnut Thornston, some whispers already cry foul play behind your back. What happens if I’m caught? Then something else happens that’s odd. I was acting like a different person with Astrid. And when Ruffs with you she might be physco but she’s still different.”
“Only takes a rumour Mildew and you know what happens with suspicion. You think you could control them all?”
Mildew chuckled almost emotionless. Because unfortunately she was right, the Loki stone was powerful but needed to be used one at a time . He’d never risk more, never risk the problems that could come with that . Berk was a big settlement. And all he needed was people to group up on him . And the elders of Berk would also know the origins of the stone, may not believe its real, but they’d know the story of the Loki stone. Much like he had .
He needed to control everything, control the situation so he growled a little to himself . Spitting on the floor in annoyance and much to Valkas disgust.
“ Fine. You won’t drug Astrid again or force her. You’ll be able to act normally around her.”
Valka actually smiled a small hopefully smile at his words. Though that soon vanished. Especially when he smiled at her again.
“ But inside you’ll still want her, still want to taste her again. And if she came to you, you’d never say no.”
Silence filled the room briefly as Mildew downed his Mead, slamming the mug down without care. Before curiosity got him.
“ So, tell me everything about it. Spare no detail.”
So Valka did unable not to. Spilling it step by step to him . From drugging her, undressing her and putting her on the table they’d just fucked on . But it was the last past that made Mildews heart beat and dirtied old palms sweat .
“ I couldn’t stop myself, she tasted so good I couldn’t stop no matter how wrong it felt. And then she came, crying your name out. Not my sons and it made me hate you even more.”
Mildew kept still, waiting for her to finish his brain short circuiting at the information he was just given . He ignored the pained sad look, or the tearing eyes of the devastated mother in front of him. After all he couldn’t give a shit about that .
“ And when she told me how you made her dream of you, made her enjoy it . Made her dream of you even while she slept next to my precious boy . My heart broke for her even more.”
Mildew stood suddenly, needing air, needing to process what he’d just been told by Valka . The old and now used ex cheiftess had just given him information he couldn’t un hear, didn’t want to unhear.
“Well, it was a pleasure, keep this talk just between us ay. I mean you was so right Valka, we don’t want you in trouble now do we.”
Valka looked on confused as Mildew almost comically stumbled and walked out her door. Something was up, he cared little about her or any of the ramifications of his actions before. And here he was, agreeing with her. And basically running off.
Little did Valka know, he hadn’t given any real thought to any of that and as he left her hut. He smirked a twisted smirk. For Mildew it accounted to a genuine smile as he rested his old body against the wooden wall of Valkas hut.
She’d moaned his name, unprompted. Bare faced lied to her own mother-in-law. When both had discussed the threesome between him Valka and Ruffnut. Truths were being told, the Loki stone loop holed as he’d never commanded Astrid to not mention his dealings with other women. After all, he didn’t expect this.
But the lie, the fact she’d told her he’d made her dream of him. There was a slight truth there. After all he’d entered her dreams back when she didn’t know he was the man in the mask. But he’d never told her to dream of him without prompt. Or next to Hiccup for that matter, or to even enjoy it. Let alone moan his name during orgasm . Not even with himself had he done that.
After all, he didn’t want her mind warped without natural want for him. It’s why he’d never just ordered her to be a willing participant. Unlike Ruff she kept her actual mind. He wanted the real Astrid Hofferson .
So was she finally breaking ? If she dreamed of him without order he was in her head.
He’d blackmailed her recently to leave Heather alone and she’d been more into it then he’d thought she would of. Before that, she’d agreed for her arse to be taken in exchange for Valka far faster then he’d have expected. Especially for a woman married to the love of her life.
And then he realised, he’d pulled back. He’d held back on her. His guise and excuses always was to use Ruff, Valka and Heather as ploys to play with her emotions . Clearly this had worked, anger apparent and being more willing to sacrifice herself to him .
But really, ever since she wed Hiccup, he’d put the breaks on, never believing he truly deep down had a chance at his main goal. The risk even higher , moments more fleeting because of her high status so he’d taken blackmailed moments like a little bitch. And Astrid, she was too stubborn, too headstrong .
Mildew growled angry slamming his staff into the ground. If he’d of kept going like before, the spanking, the dreams, the blackmail mixed in and her emotions constantly played with. Who knows ?. He had enjoyed his other women, and he wouldn’t stop that. In fact when Heather soon visited again he’d be on her like a fly on sheep shit but it would also mess with Astrid so that would be the true goal to her coming back. Not just a good fuck.
His legs moving almost without his own control as he headed back down to the central of Berk. Caring little for his old aching bones.
He had to see her again, had to see his blonde obsession. His unknowing Viking.
Because he decided in that moment he’d not slip again. Everything he did would be calculated, would be motivated. He would break the most precious gift. Astrid would be his . She needed to know he wasn’t going to stop, needed to know his sites were still firmly set on her.
And it was like fate, as headed towards the dragon arena and saw Astrid talking to Hiccup who was sat upon that god forsaken night fury. He watched her, elegant, strong, confident. Her toned body and large blue fuck me eyes. He knew what that red tunic held underneath, knew what that skirt kept hidden and he wanted it again. Sex with Astrid blowing all thr others out of the water and he wanted that all the time.
He smiled, a plan forming for dear Hiccup to help aid him soon . Even better as he snuck closer, hearing Hiccup talking.
“I’ll meet you at the great Hall for the midday feast.”
“ Ofcourse, just need to clean up Stormflys area and I’ll head on up.”
“Love you Hofferson.”
“Love you Haddock.”
Awww how sweet...Mildew mocked internally almost child like as he watched Hiccup fly off on his winged rat.
Checking she was alone as she walked off into the stable areas hidden from view , Mildew made his way down and inside. His gaze finding her turned away, filling a bucket of water up while she looked over her axe at the table .
Dressed in her leather skirt, purple tights, fur boots, fur hood and red tunic. The blondes braided gold hair flawless as usual. She was a picture .
Purposely the gaunt, old and disgusting Viking planted his staff down hard on the stone floor. Causing the blonde warrior, axe in hand to turn, alert and ready. Her face instantly recoiling in disgust when she noticed who it was.
“ Leave now Mildew. Leave now or I swear to thor I’ll workout how I can get this axe in your head.”
Mildew said nothing at first, ignoring her pointless threats . Instead he stared at her almost unnervingly. Almost like he was once again wearing the mask he once had .
“ Fishlegs is arriving soon to help. So Leave.”
Again he didn’t reply, instead Mildew walked forward, eyes hungrily taking her in like someone possessed.
The silence worse then the goading for Astrid as he got closer and closer her back against the table, one hand braced on it the other holding her axe to the side, as his stench hit her nose, as his wrinkled face was thrust mere inches away. His rancid breath potent to her senses .
Mildew knew the big bad Viking was in almost shock, like she’d stalled unable to understand what was going on . He did his best not to take in her scent, her addictive scent as he stood close.
“ Get out of my face Mildew.” Astrid said firmly . Finally regaining some composure. Yet nothing, his dead green eyes just gazed almost hungrily in her blue ones.
Eventually, he broke the silence. His dirtied hand reaching up, almost stroking her hair as she pulled her head back .
“Don’t pull away from me. And don’t speak until i leave ”
Astrid stood still unable to say no, as Mildew began stroking her hair from her face.
“ It occurred to me, Haddock . I’ve been distracting myself ever since you got married to that runt we call chief.”
“So let me tell you something. Every time I’m fucking Ruffnut or Valka . I’m thinking of you. Your my real want” Mildew said, leaving Heather out purposely for the moment . Astrid’s face unmoving from his words.
“ Every time their mouths are wrapped around me. I’m imagining it’s Your dirty mouth instead.”
Mildew then leaned in, his snake like lips next to her ear.
“ When your with Hiccup, just remember I had every hole first. I made you moan against your will like a good whore does.”
Mildew then pulled away, gaze not leaving the stone cold one Astrid was giving back .
“ Your my whore not his. And trust me ill make you learn to love that.”
And with that he left, already plotting. Already knowing his next move. Already more motivated.
What he didn’t see was Astrid releasing a held breath. Didn’t see her chuck the axe in anger and hate aimed towards him . But what would of surprised him the most was what he wouldn’t of seen.... the thought that crossed her mind, if only briefly.
He wanted her more... and she hated that it made her feel relief and even more so, that it made her wet between the legs . It was then Astrid once again felt sick . Once again felt disgust .
“What’s wrong with me ?”

A/N so, Mildews got his Astrid mojo back . Ideas are welcome please . Hope you liked it
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