Something I don't get nearly enough of - Valcup prompts!

Also a new one; I've always written Valcup from a GSA perspective where they meet as adults, but this isn't that. Very much Oedipus and Jocasta complex. Hiccup's still an adult though, as ever.

Inspired, according to the prompter, by me using the term "Momma's boy" to describe Hiccup in Prom.

If you need this warning. I worry. But there's incest!

-HTTYD-

Sat at the table, light summer breeze blowing in through the open windows and doors, Hiccup continued sketching out the design he was working on. Various animals wandered past his legs to get outside; his mother was all too fond of bringing home abandoned waifs and strays. It drove his father mad, but nobody could really argue with the big green eyes wide and pleading.

Hiccup should know.

They had, at last count, four dogs, three rabbits, six hamsters and seven cats. His mom always named them daft things like "Gruff", "Thump" and "Sniffle". One of the cats was even called "Incognito" because he was forever hiding his black fur against black furnishings. "Cloudjumper" was forever climbing to the highest point he could find, and, well, "Toothless" was self-explanatory.

Still, everyone got along well enough and they had plenty of garden space on the family ranch/farm thing. His dad changed his mind on what to call it frequently. Hiccup felt a ranch should have horses, but they also didn't grow much to say it was a farm. It was just a big hunk of land in their small town where his dad Stoick was mayor. Mostly people called him chief.

Footsteps signalled the arrival of someone else in the airy room, green eyes finding green eyes as Hiccup looked up to see his mother. She had on something light and cotton, a particular shade of yellow she seemed to favour and the material draped itself effortlessly over a tall, slender frame. Heavier footsteps could be heard across the house, but Hiccup caught the soft smile playing about her lips before Valka turned around to greet her husband.

His beard bristled as he observed Hiccup drawing, but turned eyes to Valka instead and smiled at his wife.

"I better get off to work then. This town ain't gonna run itself. Try not to spoil him too much while I'm gone would ya? He's enough of a mommas boy as it is."

Oh daddy dearest, you have no idea.

Stoick leaned in to kiss his wife goodbye, making the son's stomach churn. Hiccup's grip on his pencil tightened to the point he heard the wood creak in protest, consciously loosening his grip before he broke it. He knew his jealousy was pathetic and needy, but he couldn't help it.

Valka was his.

"I'll see you when you get home my dear."

"Might be a late one."

Hiccup bit back an unwelcome answer about how pressing the matters of repairing a fence outside the town hall smashed by a rogue cow could be, just eager to see the back of his father. Sure enough, as Stoick turned away he saw Valka discreetly wipe her mouth, sip at her fruit tea. It was another few minutes of thundering about finding his suitcase and paperwork and 'official' boots before the front door swung shut behind him.

They always waited for five minutes, just in case Stoick forgot something. Hiccup finished the wing he was working on, placing a paperweight on his sketchbook to ensure it wouldn't blow away unattended. Valka watched as he stood up, twenty two years old and yet an inch shorter than his mother still. She never seemed to mind, tipping her head just so to account for it when Hiccup placed a hand on her waist, pulled her closer.

"Do you spoil me mom?"

Her eyes reflected his own, Valka the mould from which Hiccup was created, grown in, born from.

"Not in any ways I can tell your father."

Humming, Hiccup kissed her. The taste of his father was faint, a hint of tobacco and the morning's meaty breakfast but it faded quickly to be replaced by Hiccup's own. Eager fingers tangled in his messy mop, scraping across his scalp the way Valka knew would make him growl in want. She whimpered in response, having to use her hands to brace instead when Hiccup backed her up against the kitchen side, pressed his erection against her soft belly.

"Have you showered yet?"

Valka shook her head and Hiccup cringed inwardly. He knew she had fucked his father last night. He'd lain in bed listening, seething and yet laughing at the same time. He wondered if Stoick knew she was faking it. Hiccup knew. He knew what his mother sounded like when she was so delirious with pleasure she could barely breathe let alone form words.

"Go. Get him off you. Don't bother getting dressed after."

He needed the touch of his father erased before Hiccup could truly enjoy his mothers body. So many talked of how Hiccup must follow and fill his fathers footsteps, but there was one place Stoick could never surpass his son, and that was in Valka's arms. Her heart. Her bed. His bed. Many available furnishings...

Hiccup was getting sidetracked. He was still pressed against her, stopping her from leaving for the requested shower. He kissed her again, then stepped away so Valka could leave for the bathroom. He watched his mother slide her dress off with her back to him, exposing the lean expanse of pale, freckled skin littered with the scars of a wild woman who could not be tied down.

Not that Hiccup hadn't tried, with some rather wonderful results.

He knew the show was for his benefit when Valka turned back a little, the angle affording him just a glimpse of her bare chest and slim hips. A small smirk was the only indicator it was less than an innocent experience between mother and son, Hiccup's cock twitching in his bottoms at the sight of her. The swaying motion of her walk, the plush curve of her backside. It was all so beautiful to witness.

Hiccup attempted to be less hasty, or at least appear so as he knew Valka would need at least five minutes in the shower, perhaps longer. He fed the horde of animals, no small feat with the sheer amount of them. Checking his watch, Hiccup decided that was long enough and headed up to his parents bedroom. The shower was still running, but he knew his mother would come in to brush out the twisted braid her hair was in to stop it getting wet.

"Oh! You frightened me son."

Valka clearly didn't expect him so close to her marital bed, especially when he knew it hadn't been changed since the transgression of marital sex between husband and wife. Not that Hiccup hadn't had his mother amongst those sheets before, sullying fresh linens with their depravity and loving every minute.

She was gorgeously nude, stray water droplets shimmering in the light of the sun, streaming through the windows to let him see her more clearly. Hiccup opened said windows, letting the air in and Valka shivered slightly as a breeze touched her damp skin. Hiccup would warm her soon enough.

"Sit down. I'll brush your hair for you."

Her hair was like his own personal aphrodisiac, he couldn't get enough of it. Miles of such a gorgeous colour, it ran through his fingers like silk and Valka endlessly indulged his want to brush it and braid it ever since he was a boy. Of course, she hadn't known how it shamed him in the night, dreams of her leaving his heart pounding and his sheets sticky.

It was probably what first got his father calling Hiccup a "mommy's boy". Hiccup had always favoured his mother. She gave him cuddles and told him bedtime stories, snuck him cakes and treats while his father tried to beef Hiccup's scrawny frame up with endless huge slabs of meat. She liked animals and drawing; his father was always trying to groom Hiccup to take over as 'chief' one day.

And so he would sit and braid his mothers hair while she told him amazing stories of dragons and Vikings, fuelled his young, artistic imagination.

Now Hiccup sat brushing braids out, combing the thick strands until he had handfuls of hair tickling his skin in a shamelessly erotic way. Erotic for him, at least. Leaning in, Hiccup inhaled deeply at her hair and felt his stomach tighten with lust as her scent filled his lungs. His hands followed the trail over her shoulders, fingers slipping between the strands to caress a firm breast and enjoy the soft gasps, the mirror showing how her lips parted as her eyes closed.

Hiccup made himself stand, having had an intention when he came in that he was determined to stick with. Valka followed him, unbuttoning his shirt as she kissed him and Hiccup helped her remove it, enjoying the hungry touches she raked over his bare chest.

"My beautiful boy."

He was hers as much as she was his. There was no denying that. Hiccup wanted her as no boy should want his mother, but she wanted him too and they could be sick and fucked up together. Her tongue tasted his mouth, ravaged him completely and left him gasping, head spinning as Valka pushed down his bottoms, gripping his erection through his underwear.

"Mo-ooom!"

His voice dragged on the word, sentimental and sinful at the same time on his tongue when they were so close like this. Valka was more careful with the elastic waistband, guiding it down carefully until his cock sprang free before she let them drop to his ankles.

Valka's eyes were bewitching at any given moment, but Hiccup loved them most of all when they were looking up at him as she knelt to take his cock in her hot mouth. Gods, she looked divine and he knew she loved it, loved the control she had over him and the heated way he responded. Valka stroked his shaft, running her tongue along the underside and up to the tip until Hiccup was clinging to the bedframe for support as his legs trembled.

"Up."

He was too close and not ready for it to be over, so Hiccup traded places with his mother and knelt before her. As ever after his mother went down on him, Hiccup found her soaked in arousal and hungrily tasted the sweet, musky flavour of her. Valka moaned so beautifully Hiccup almost didn't want to share it with the open windows, but he couldn't move when she was riding his tongue like the wild animal she became.

"Gods son, you'll make mommy come."

The depths of their depravity really showed in those moments; Hiccup felt his cock swell and leak with the word 'mommy'. Just as Valka tightened around him if he whispered words like 'son' and 'mother' in her ear when he was inside her. It was wrong, he knew, but if Hiccup had to give up going down on his mother for it then he didn't want to be right.

Her fingers knotted tight in his hair as Hiccup circled his tongue around her swollen clit, knowing she was close and drawing out the last few steps to when she would fall apart for him. For only him. Feeling her thighs shake against his shoulder, his hands, Hiccup redoubled his efforts and enjoyed it immensely when Valka's legs finally gave out, kept upright by only Hiccup and her white-knuckled grip on the bedframe as she came hard for her son.

Hiccup drew it out as long as he could, teasing little licks that made her spasm with aftershocks until she weakly pushed at his face to indicate her moans would soon become those of pain if he didn't stop. He kissed her slick inner thigh, licking his lips to savour her taste as he stood up.

Valka kissed him regardless of his wet face, tasting herself on him. Though kissing was a mild term for the frenzied attack on his lips, though Hiccup enjoyed every second as he ran his hands down her back, squeezed her fantastic ass in his hands and felt her hot and wet where his thigh rested between hers.

"Love you mom."

"I love you too my boy."

The Jocasta to his Oedipus. Hiccup adored her so. He caressed the breasts he had nursed from lovingly, nuzzled her neck and kissed where he wished to leave claiming bruises.

"Turn around."

Valka complied, allowed her son to position him as he wanted her. Her hair spilled down her back, over her shoulders and arms and Hiccup committed the sight to memory while kicking off the clothes pooled at his ankles.

"I'm gonna fuck you like this mom" Hiccup ran a hand down her back, listened to her whimper softly "so when you're in bed with dad tonight this is what you remember."

Her body trembled, hips pressing back to find him.

"Please son."

She begged so sweetly, Hiccup couldn't bear to deny her. Spreading her legs just a little wider, Hiccup guided himself inside her with a deeply satisfied groan. They belonged together this way, and Valka knew it.

Hiccup thrilled in the knowledge she made his father wear condoms. Only Hiccup could have her with no barriers between them, nothing between him and where he had been born from. Hiccup came into the world through Valka, and he would come into Valka as often as she let him. Given how she shared in his perverted lusting, Hiccup got that pleasurable privilege quite often.

"Tell me what you want mom."

Much as Hiccup wanted to simply let go, to take, he loved to tease her far too much and so he made shallow thrusts, not quite enough for Valka who craved him hard and deep within her.

"Fuck me son, need it, need you."

Oh, he loved to hear her. Primal and sexy as could be, Valka let go of all shame when Hiccup was inside her and it was incredible to behold each and every time. Hiccup needed it just as badly, aching to leave himself inside her.

Gods, how Hiccup would love to get her pregnant. Swollen with his child, watching his father unknowingly bring up his own grandchild. Still, he knew it wasn't possible, kept it for fantasies only.

Valka moaned and arched, bucking and pushing back on him from the first proper thrust and Hiccup could barely stop himself from coming on the spot. He was already wound tight by her mouth on his cock, by her taste on his lips but it would be such a waste to come so soon when he was drunk off the fact Valka let him fuck her against the bed she had shared with her husband only the night before.

Hiccup was twisted and he knew it.

"Gods Hiccup, so good."

She moaned his name, tightened around him to urge Hiccup harder, faster, deeper. Gripping her hips tight, Hiccup buried himself as deep as he could on every thrust, reveling in the guttural sounds of their skin-on-skin and hoping someone could hear how Valka shamelessly begged for more. Hoped someone heard her moan like a wanton animal in heat for her sons cock.

Of course, nobody would believe what was happening even if they saw it with their own eyes. If they watched Hiccup fuck into the willing body before him, saw how his cock was coated in Valka's arousal to ease the hot slide of each thrust. Hiccup could probably walk into a town meeting and declare his mother had just sucked him off and all it would get him was therapy and jeering. Perhaps a row or ten with his dad.

Hiccup leant forward, biting teasingly at her bare shoulder in that way that Valka loved and hated - there would be no way to explain the marks but she loved the little thrills of pain and fear of getting caught.

Valka was twisted and she knew it.

"Gods mom, you feel so good on my cock."

His mother whimpered, muscles tightening to almost painful levels around him and Hiccup wondered if he could talk an orgasm out of her. She was close already, he could feel it. Knew her body as surely as she knew his.

"You want me mom? Want your son to come inside you even though you don't let your husband?"

Valka made a choked, sobbing sound and shook beneath him, teetering at the cliffs edge of ecstacy now and Hiccup needed to see her fall before he could.

"Mommy's little boy is all grown up and you love it."

That did it, Valka's whole body coiled like a spring that couldn't help but release. He felt her spasm around his shaft, soaking him as she came and Hiccup hungrily watched every tremor, every quivering muscle. He basked in every sound, Valka's gasps and whines and exhalations of his name like the most incredible symphony.

Hiccup didn't take much longer to join her in Valhalla's bliss, hips jerking through the last few thrusts as he spilled into her receptive body with her name on his lips. Both sweaty and shaky, Hiccup helped his mother stand again and they kissed lazily, caressing bare skin and cuddling loosely.

"That was amazing."

"Indeed my boy."

Smiling, Hiccup made sure not to leave his clothes on his parents bedroom floor and scooped them up with one hand, taking Valka's hand in the other and leading her to his room. There they tangled again between his sheets, her sticky thighs wrapping around his hips until Hiccup rolled them and watched his mother ride him. Gods, Valka made it an art form. Her every motion was fluid, pure sin and sensuality atop him and Hiccup would never tire of such a sight.

He loved it especially as Valka could find that perfect angle and take her pleasure from it. Hiccup watched her face, the other emotions in it burning under molten lust as she fucked herself on her sons cock. Her nails raked down his chest, left fiery lines that sparked pain and pleasure intrinsically connected as one. Hiccup couldn't mark her, but she could mark him.

They trysted a third time that day, slower, softer. Hiccup loved so many things about his mother, and the way her long legs could wrap all the way around his waist was one of them. Her responses weren't muted but they were certainly gentler like this, as though the pace they moved at dictated the volume of her moans and the frequency of her swearing, cursing like a filthy Viking sailor on a raid.

She cupped the back of his head, ran fingers through his sweaty hair and they held each others gaze until Valka could no longer help her eyes falling shut with Hiccup's steady thrusts pushing her closer to climax. He bore the tracks of her nails in his back and on his chest. There was a fresh bruise blooming next to a faded one, each a perfect shape of Valka's bite in his skin. She curled into his chest and listened to her son's heartbeat, slow to calm after the intensity that was their physical connection.

Hiccup stroked her hair gently, cuddled her until time told them they ought not to dwell there. A shared shower probably didn't actually get either of them all that clean, but Valka no longer smelled strongly of sex and Hiccup when they were dressed and lazing in the late afternoon sunshine as Stoick came back that day. He saw where Hiccup was intricately braiding Valka's hair again, tsking.

"Momma's boy."

Hiccup smiled to himself, expecting a similar expression on his mothers face if he could see her. They didn't move, not until Hiccup was done with every strand save for a few escapees.

"Val?"

Hiccup heard his dad shout down the stairs, worried that he had forgotten some incriminating evidence besides his own ruined bedsheets.

"Yes Stoick?"

"Why're our windows open?"

Hiccup and his mother shared a knowing smile.

Why indeed.

-HTTYD-

I'll maybe come back and do a sort of 'how it happened' thing when I need more Valcup fixes, I think. We'll see.

Thank you for sailing the good ship Valcup. I will be your captain and I'm aware I'm more than a little perverse for writing this. Please enjoy your journey, and kindly hang your head overboard if the ship makes you sick. Though I feel you should know what to expect from me by now.

Tickets for this ship are available only through an exchange. 1 review - 1 ticket.

(hint hint only my Hiccstrid stuff seems to get reviewed these days)

(I'll stop rambling now enjoy your smut)