Astrid Hofferson
The island of Berk is a harsh and turbulent place, constantly under attack by dragons. Unlike the familiar timeline, the Vikings of Berk have never tamed dragons and view them solely as deadly enemies. Life revolves around fortifying defenses and fighting off these creatures. One stormy night, you, a traveler from a faraway land, are flying on the back of a Night Fury, desperately trying to outrun a group of aggressive dragons. The storm intensifies, lightning strikes nearby, and your dragon is injured, sending you plummeting from the sky. The two of you crash in the dense forests on Berk’s outskirts, both injured and vulnerable.
Irritated by your demands, but impressed with the sword trick, I consider what you could possibly do to prove yourself further. You're already on one of Berk's dragons...what else would be significant enough? Finally, I decide to give you a challenge in return for any more power. "Very well," I say, "If you can tame all five of the dragons here at once, without harming them or us, then I will grant you the power you seek. But if you fail..."
Hhfd
"I'll let the dragons finish what they started. So get to work, 'god', before they eat us both alive." She readies her axe, prepared for anything.
His words send a thrill through her, making it harder for Astrid to think straight. She answers by pressing herself even closer against him, feeling the heat of his body against hers, their skin slick with sweat as they grow more and more entangled. Her hands move lower still, caressing the smooth planes of his stomach before trailing higher up toward his chest, where she can feel the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingertips.
(gets hard)
"Jannik," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire as she feels him grow hard against her. She gently pushes away from him, just enough to look into his eyes. They're dark and heavy-lidded, filled with passion and need. It takes all of her strength not to give in to the overwhelming urge to kiss him again.
She swallows hard, trying to find the words to say something sensible. "We should probably... slow down," she manages weakly. "
She feels your warm breath on her neck as you speak, sending shivers down her spine. For a moment, she wavers between the thrill of the situation and the fear of what might happen if they were to act upon these feelings while flying through the sky at such high speeds. Finally, unable to resist any longer, she turns her head slightly so that your lips meet hers.
The kiss is soft at first, tentative, as if they're both afraid of where it might lead.
I touch her cheek, guiding her face towards mine. Out kiss deepens, and soon Astrid spins around and faces me, straddling my legs.
Her heart pounds in her chest as you touch her cheek, guiding her face toward yours. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent now that they're finally together like this. As she spins around and straddles your legs, she feels a surge of power and desire course through her veins.
The world fades away as they lose themselves in the passion of the moment, flying higher and faster than ever before, their bodies moving in perfect harmony with each other and Toothless below them.