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What's wrong with me?	By : ItwasMerlin Category: +G through L > How to Train Your Dragon Views: 76901 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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A/N Hey everyone Merlin here, thanks massively for the reviews and kind word's. First off i have no Beta there will be mistakes i'm sorry. Anyhow, quick succesion update, shocking i know but this is a no smut, no sex chapter but it pushes the story ahead. I was going to contiune on, but it would of been too much of a monster chapter so i decided to upload this portion as kind of a go between. Because the next ones an important one. Please read and review, and i would love idea's or things to add. A lot will need to be remembered from the next 2-3 chapters (including this one) that shapes everything for this story. I will also add for the first time in so long, i am writing freely and really enjoying it so thank you for your pateince . Hope you enjoy, Merlin

What’s wrong with me?
Chapter Eight
A nightmare to forget, A nightmare just begins
Berk a few hours before sunrise…
Mildew casually opened the door to the Hofferson household, closing it behind him. His green eyes searching for anyone watching as he slipped off into the night, heading towards his house but through short cuts only the oldest on Berk knew.
The whole way he couldn’t help but smirk, just like always, and just like every time he left his ‘special’ time with his eighteen-year-old obsession he knew exactly what he would do once he entered his run-down old hut. He would tell Fergus his sheep to go outside for a while as he saw to himself, his cock always once again hard mere moments after Astrid had brought him over the edge. Had it been any other women it would have been one and done, but Astrid seemed to turn back to clock on the old man.
Once he finally made it back, he quickly scurried in, pushing his sheep out and giving in to his pleasure once more. Afterwards he would continue to plot and continue to add to his plan of making Astrid Hofferson his own. One thing was for sure though, he would make sure he ran into Astrid again tomorrow, even if it were just to see if she reacted to him after her little ‘dream’.
Hofferson household… sun rise…
The sun shone through the window and onto the sleeping face of the golden-haired Viking. Her hair was dishevelled and a sheen of sweat adorned her forehead. It took a moment for her to awake, her big blue eye’s slowly opening as she did. But almost like a gut punch, nausea hit as the most vivid memories of a dream, no, nightmare she would and could never mention again. Sitting up, Astrid let out a slight wretch as she put her hand over her mouth.
“Fucking Mildew… What the fuck is wrong with me?!!”
She had to stop herself from screaming out in horror as her mind repeated itself.
“Fucking Mildew… What the fuck is wrong with me?!!”
This must have been Loki playing tricks on her, of course she’d had dreams of the taboo nature before, but they always involved Hiccup somehow. This involved Hiccup. But most definitely not the way she had always imagined. Just why, why Mildew of all people? He was horrid and disgusting, and the worst part of it all? In the dream she had enjoyed it. She knew the man in the mask had messed with her head, she knew much to her horror she had got the slightest amount of enjoyment out of it that it caused doubts to creep in… but this, this almost took it to a new level.
“For Odins-sake, Mildew.” Astrid whispered in disappointment with herself. It was then when she swallowed, she felt the back of her throat, it was sore. It was then the Loki stones magic kicked in as the blonde didn’t put two and two together, instead she could only think how vivid the dream must really have been. Because it wasn’t just the soreness in her throat, but she was moist between her legs and a familiar taste seemed to adorn her mouth.
She was taken out of her thoughts when she heard the tell-tale signs of life rising in Berk as the Rooster call was heard all around island, that call followed by a morning bell, followed on by the roar of dragons echoing around Berk.
“I’ve got to snap out of it, it was a horrible, horrible nightmare that’s all.”
Astrid repeated this to herself all morning as she hopped out of bed, even though the plan Mildew had made a realisation was working just as he wanted. Because she began questioning herself just why she had enjoyed it, just why she had been so intent on having her ‘whore self’ helped. Because she wasn’t a whore?? Was she? no that was insane, that was worse then Snotlouts ramblings.
The blonde then went about getting herself together and ready for the day, she had dragon training with Hiccup which she adored. She felt guilty about the dream, but that’s all it was, so she set out to try and enjoy her day.
But two thought’s ran rampant in her mind all the while she did this, she really didn’t want to see that ugly old baster Mildew that was for sure. But to top it all off, what she wanted above all else, never to see that man in the mask again… The blonde Viking was biggening to feel trapped and Astrid Hofferson didn’t like feeling trapped.
A few hours later…
Astrid let out a soft laugh as she watched Hiccup goof off with the children after they had spent the last hour teaching them the do’s and don’ts of dragon training. Everyone else from the edge was here also, Ruff, Tuff, Snotlout and fishleg’s .
On any other day, well, any day from before this horror show that was now her life had begun a while back in the wood’s. Astrid would have been able to enjoy herself, but even she had to admit, last night had frazzled her, it was one thing being forced by magic to do things, but she was now dreaming about and enjoying said things with Mildew of all people. She was disgusted with herself.
The only silver lining so far was she hadn’t laid eyes upon that grotesque man that called himself a Viking of Berk. Unfortunately for Astrid, luck lately just wasn’t on her side.
An hour later…
Walking alongside side Hiccup, the two of them casually chatting on what had turned out to be a surprisingly sunny day. Astrid for the most part blocked what had been happening out, that was until she heard the tell-tale noise of a stick, she hated hitting the stone floor behind her.
“You there… Haddock and Hofferson just the brats I wanted to see!!” Mildew shouted, putting on an act of annoyance. Little did the two know he had been waiting for them to emerge from the dragon stadium. Well not Hiccup, but his blonde friend at least. He saw it almost instantly, it was brief, but it made him hold back a smirk when the Hiccup turned instantly, but Astrid didn’t, she stalled for a second, her shoulders tensing under her blue tunic before eventually turning alongside her boyfriend.
Astrid tried not to show it, but nausea quickly followed by disgust as she saw the man in her nightmare live in the flesh. The ugly old Viking a sneering hateful waste of space to Berk but he had been here so long people tolerated him, unfortunately he was their ugly old sneering waste of space.
“What now Mildew…”
Mildew sneered at Hiccups condescending tone, little brat. If only he knew what he had done to his little girlfriend next to him.
“Watch your lip boy, just cos your Stoicks boy doesn’t mean you can back chat your elder’s.” Mildew said assertively, it was then, making sure Astrid’s eyes were on him, he reached down and ‘readjusted’ himself. Grabbing his cock over the material of his dirty tattered trousers, playing it off as just an older man with no class. And it was then he caught it, while Hiccup’s eyes stayed on him clearly perturbed by his attitude and waiting for him to get to the point, Astrid, his blonde, blue eyed obsession’s eyes glanced down, not looking at his face anymore but looking down at his crotch. And much to his pleasure, he noticed her swallow hard, and shift slightly nervous at his actions. All before correcting herself and looking up at him. It was then he pushed forward, continuing to berate Hiccup.
“Now what are you going to do about the damage my cabbage patch has taken because of the pesky dragons you’ve brought in…”
Astrid zoned out, staring straight at Mildew trying to forget the thoughts that had rushed to her mind . Like a moth to a flame, her bright blue eyes had been drawn to Mildew’s crotch as he readjusted himself. Why she did it, she didn’t know but for a moment curiosity caught her, and her mind instantly wondering if it was as big as it was in her dream. And when that thought hit, it much to her horror caused a slight bit of heat between her legs to rise, just like it had the moment she laid eyes on it in the dream she’d had last night. What the goddess is wrong with me? She thought internally, horrified at herself as she quickly pulled herself out of the thought and back to the present.
She felt like a mess, like all this that was happening to her was chipping away, to what she wasn’t sure, but she was feeling less like herself as the days went on. All she knew was she needed to walk away from this moment, and it was a blessing when Hiccup finished his argument with Mildew and told her to come with. So, with that she turned on her feet, and walk side by side with her boyfriend and away from the horrid man who had somehow invaded her private subconscious. What she didn’t know was he was staring at them as they did, well not at Hiccup but most definitely her anyway.
Mildew watched the form of Astrid Hofferson walk away with Hiccup, his eyes staring down at her rear, at the back of her brown padded skull belted skirt she loved to wear. Admiring her form, he decided then an there that he needed to double down on her, he needed to make his training more regular if he wanted to break her.
One month later…
Mildew gritted his teeth as he dug about his garden patch, it seemed he was getting nowhere with the blonde, she was stubborn, strong, and seemingly would never submit. Never go against her Chief Stoick, never go against her boyfriend Hiccup.
It had been a long yet pleasurable month, a month of cove meetings and the occasional trip to Astrid’s dreams. He had kept everything similar thinking routine would drum it into her that she should be a willing whore to him, but it seemed it only made her keep to the same old routine of hate filled words and defiance. At some points he had even contemplated using the Loki stones powers to just make a willing service slut for him, but it’s not what he wanted, he wanted the real Astrid to kneel to him willingly.
He hadn’t taken it too far, keeping to the same thing over and over, from spanking, to him pleasuring her with his fingers and mouth, down to her blowing him while adding him visiting the ‘whore’ version of her in her dreams to the mix, the blonde being able to take his cock much better every passing blowjob. But it seemed nothing changed, and he was getting impatient, impatient to fuck her, impatient to claim every one of her virginities before that pesky Hiccup did. But he had hoped to see more willingness, not just her bodies reaction, hope to of seen less fight at his actions but no, it wasn’t happening.
And to top it off, halfway through the month he had been spotted carrying his mask, and even had an attempt at blackmail thrown at him.
Two weeks ago, morning…
Mildew walked, mask in hand to catch some air on what was a pretty stuffy morning. He was sated, his cock drained by his obsession that morning, although annoyed it wasn’t progressing to plan. She still fought back all the time, still wouldn’t submit to him.
Taking the back paths to his hut from the cove, he was lost in thought when much to his shock he heard a voice, an annoying bratty voice he did not want to hear. After all, he looked suspicious, and it was well known on the island he wasn’t the most trustful of men so the last thing he needed was any more suspicious laid at his door.
“Oh what you doing out this way then Milly...”
The old pervert sighed, admittedly a hint of worry creeping in as he turned around, only to see Ruffnut Thorston of all girls sitting atop of a tree. The problem was, where she was, her brother Tuffnut usually followed.
“That’s none of your business girl, now why don’t you buzz off.”
It was the wrong thing to say, as it only made the loud obnoxious teen laugh as she hopped from the tree, she had been sitting in.
“Now why are you walking down these roads with a mask an everything?” Ruffnut asked, giving a look that said gotcha to Mildew. “Could it be, you’re plotting with the enemy again, whoops I best tell Stoick…”
He could tell where this was heading, blackmail for something in return… But he also knew the Thornston girl would also spill as she deep down was a true ‘Berkian’. But almost like extra weight was added to it, the Loki stone that now adorned his neck, the old man choosing the attach it to necklace for safe keeping. The stone almost throbbing, as if it were begging to be used. And just like that he pulled the stone from under his shirt, confusion on Ruffnut’s features as it glowed green in his hand.
“Look at this girl...”
He watched as the destructive blonde fell slowly into a trance and under the power of the Loki stone, an emotionless look on her face as she stood, now under its control.
“Ruffnut when I release you from this trance, you will do as I command, and you will never tell anyone what I command you to do, any command I give you you’ll be happy to fulfil. You will never tell anyone about my comings and goings or what I’m up to…”
He watched as Ruffnut lazily nodded, the Loki stone working its magic. Just as he was about to let her out of her trance, he smirked to himself and added one more command just for kick’s .
“And you will always be nice to me and will be happy to see me always, and if anyone asks why, your reply will be, I just think he’s nice...”
It was then Mildew let her out of her trance, the blonde’s eyes fluttering as the helmeted Viking regained her full consciousness. But this time, instead of a sly devious look on her face, she smiled at the wretched old man, a slightly demented smile but a genuine one at least.
“Sorry Milly my head went a little funny what where we talking about?”
Mildew smirked his gapped yellow teeth enjoying the power he held over people.
“Nothing you were just excited to see me walking through and you wanted to say hi..”
Ruffnut nodded her head, seemingly believing it to be true as she stood there in front of him, hands on her hips.
“So I’ll see you about the village Ruffnut” Mildew continued on, then deciding to get moving. The blonde giving him a smile and a nod as he moved past, he, the girl then waving to him as he went. Mildew couldn’t help but chuckle, it seemed a good idea to have one of the maddest Vikings now under his heel.
Present day..
But what Mildew didn’t realise as he continued to work on his garden, was something was about to set his plan into overdrive when the village horn went off. Indicating something was to be announced.
Across the village a few hours earlier…
To say Astrid was exhausted was an understatement as she pulled her beloved axe from a tree, but it wasn’t from her usually brutal physical regime. No, instead it was from the man in the mask, from the emotional and physical torment. Physical being what he had put her body through, and the emotional being the complete fucking mess he had made her. The guilt she felt being made to do these horrid acts all behind Hiccups back, and the way her body betrayed her, how her body had gotten pleasure on numerous occasions. Hell, she didn’t even know why, but as of late any time he put that horrid cock in her mouth, she had begun to crave the feeling of the sickly tasting cum of his trickling down her throat. She felt weak, but at the same time she stayed strong, never submitting, never giving him the satisfaction unless he commanded her to. Because deep down she was still Astrid Hofferson, the Viking warrior of Berk.
But something else had happened to her, that made her even more determined not to give him any satisfaction he wanted. It had happened, Hiccup had asked her family about marrying her (Though he secretly asked her first) and both parties had agreed, including the dowrys and all the final details. She couldn’t have said no to him, she loved that boy to Valhalla and back, but the guilt had hit her hard when he had asked, but at eighteen Astrid was more then happy to admit she really had found the perfect man for her to partner with. She just hoped if he ever found out what had been happening that he could forgive her, because to be frank, it really wasn’t her fault.
But she knew she had to endure until she found out a way to get out from under the man in the masks influence. But even with studying of the Vikings lore and books. something she had started doing in search of an exit. But all she found was information about magical items long forgotten and some may have just been stories and myths.
After a few hours of practicing with her axe, Hiccup and Toothless arrived, the one-legged boy informing her with a smile, that his father was ready to announce their upcoming nuptials to the village. Smiling back at him, she took his hand as they began to head towards the village area of Berk, the blonde nervous but excited to begin this part of her life with the boyfriend she loved. But she couldn’t stop her stomach from knotting up as she moved in step beside him.
Berk Village….
“People of Berk, I’ve gathered you here today to announce something that brings me great pleasure in announcing...”
Everyone from Berk, Dragons included, gathered in the village as the Chief Stoick’s voice boomed out, standing beside him, his son Hiccup and the shield maiden Astrid stood.
“ It is the day I announce with great pride, that my boy and your future chief is set to wed this strong fierce warrior beside him!!!”
And like that a rapture of cheering began ringing out, everyone celebrating, happy the two lovebirds had chosen to take it that one step further. Both looked bashful, with bright red faces and nervous postures. But both pleased to be there… But someone who wasn’t pleased, stood towards the back away from everyone.
Growling in anger at seeing ‘his whore’ up there beside that scrawny munch bucket. Mildew’s hand gripped tightly around his stick. This would mess up the plan’s, take her emotionally further away from where he wanted her. It was when Mildew then heard the booming voice of Stoick once more, he made a decision and fast.
“And in two weeks, this place shall see a feast and a celebration like you’ll never forget!”
“ Two weeks…. Then it looks like were moving along faster anticipated my dear Astrid… “ Mildew thought in both anger at what had happened, and heightened anticipation of what his next move would be. And with that the old man walked off, heading back towards his secluded home.
Two days later…. The cove
Mildew waited patiently, it was an hour before sunrise, and everyone was still asleep as the old man stood in the plush cove near the waterfall. It was slightly chilly as the bearded Viking stood, dressed in his man in the mask get up. His black helmet that covered his face all except his eyes, along with his dirtied black trousers and muddied boot’s. His black gloves adorning his withered old hands. Along with a sack with supplies tied of his shoulder.
He had snuck as best he could across the village, making sure absolutely no one spotted him today, today being the day he took a step he had been waiting for, for so long. Everything was in motion, every detail thought out. He had even taken time to visit Astrid’s father, to command him to give an excuse as to why his daughter would be missing until the evening, any longer would bring to much suspicion.
All he had to do now was wait, wait for the arrival of his blonde obsession.
Ten minutes ago, not far from the cove…
Something was off to Astrid, not the fact that she had awoken at an ungodly hour to walk down to the cove for what always ended up being another session for Astrid with the man in the mask. But It was the fact this time she had no recollection of him even commanding her, what worried her was, it meant he could have only done it while she had slept. The thought made her skin crawl, but most of all, it made her question why? What was different? What was so different that he hadn’t told her to her face, or gloated to her face that she had to come down on said morning to dance to his tune?
Dressed in her regular tight blue tunic, brown leather skirt with her Skull covered belt, fur filled brown boots and purple tights, topped off with her spiked shoulder pads and brown headband. The blonde eighteen-year-old shield maiden eventually came to the entrance of the cove, but unlike usual, where the man in the mask would hide and taunt her, he instead was sitting in the open, a bag on his back.
Having given up on trying to stop her body moving towards him, his magic unbeatable by thought alone, she slowly entered and trapsed towards him. His mask covered face instantly looking up and towards her, she could read from his body language he was most probably smirking…. He was always bloody smirking.
“Ahh if it isn’t my Blonde Viking whore, your right on time, are you ready for the amazing day I’ve got planned for you?”
“Day?” Astrid shot back without a moment’s pause, her face clearly showing the worry she was feeling from his words.
But instead of reply, he merely put his gloved hands to his mouth, whistling as he did, causing trees in the distance to rustle loudly. Astrid turned sharply towards the noise, and almost like a gut punch, she saw her beloved deadly Nadder Stormfly appear from behind the tree’s.
“ St…Stormfly?” Astrid said in disbelief, but the dragon didn’t reply, instead it rushed towards the side of the man in the mask, who only chuckled at Astrid’s reaction.
“Oh don’t you worry Astrid, my control of her is only temporary, she’ll be safe and back to normal by the time she brings us back. So why don’t you jump on, with got to get to are destination after all...”
Astrid looked between the man she hated so much and the dragon she loved with everything that was her. Worry built quickly, her heart hammering out of her chest… What he planned was clearly nothing like before.
A/N not a nice place to finish i know, sorry to tease but would love to here your thought's thanks again until next time
Merlin
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