*stretches* Yes, my Valcup minions. It is time for a lil accidental-incest Valcup one shot. So, yeah Valka's Hiccup's mom, but, well, they don't know that.

Let's have some fun!

-HTTYD-

Gods, she hadn't dreamt it. Valka hid her face in her hands, rubbing her eyes, but the man in her bed was not a hallucination caused by the early hour. He was still fast asleep, his choppy auburn hair even more 'just-fucked' looking than last night, and faint red lines running down his back.

Well, both of those things were probably her fault. Given that she had... and repeatedly, or at least for a prolonged amount of time, judging by the dull ache she felt between her thighs, a considerable amount of time intimacy-free followed by some very athletic reintroductions to sex. She wracked her sleep-addled mind, trying to remember exactly how she'd found herself in such a ridiculous situation.

Oh. Right. Art class.

Valka was celebrating her freedom, having fallen into something of a rut after her divorce and dissuaded from many of her hobbies by her now ex-husband. So when she saw an advert for an evening art class while walking past the Community Centre one night, she figured what the Hel?

She had not been planning to find the guy who ran the class so obscenely attractive. Especially when he was, what, twenty years her junior? She was literally old enough to be his mother, not that that had seemed to slow him down. She shivered slightly, memories of the previous night and all his searching touches, hungry mouth, filth whispered in her ear as he took her from behind - what was she, a teenager? Oh, she'd clearly experienced some kind of temporary insanity the night before. That was the only explanation for bringing him back with her, for letting him take her to bed.

Wait.

Valka groaned into her hand - she hadn't even been drunk, but her mind seemed to be rebelling against what she'd done last night, and fed her the memories in bits and pieces - as she remembered they hadn't actually made it to the bed first time. He'd basically tackled her to the sofa, her hands on his belt as his hiked up her skirt. They'd had sex on her sofa. That had actually happened.

Fuck, he was waking up.

What was his name again?

He rolled onto his back, stubble clouding his face, rasping against his hand when he rubbed at his sleepy eyes, blinking as he looked over at her.

"Oh. Hey. You didn't leave."

Was it wrong that his sleep-roughened voice was kind of arousing?

"This is my house."

Blinking, he peered around.

"Oh yeah. You didn't kick me out, then."

He stretched, covers shifting down to around his waist and exposing his bare chest, lean frame elongated by his stretching. Valka usually went for a thicker built man, but she didn't remember having any complaints last night.

"Should I have done?"

He shook his head, offering her a sleepy smile.

"Are you freaking out?"

Was she that obvious?

"About?"

"I don't know... one night stand. Age difference. Sex with a near-stranger. Your art work last night. Anything."

It was only as his eyes slid down that Valka realised she too was naked under the covers, and said covers had fallen from her grip at some point, so her chest was bared to his eyes. She expected him to be recoiling from her in the cold light of day - he was a young man and her body was not that of a young woman - but if anything, she felt like he was interested in another round.

"I-I um, I don't know."

He chuckled, rolling over and sliding a bold hand up over the covers on her hip, brushing the bare skin of her lower back and Valka moved to his will, letting him pull her closer.

"I don't regret anything. I still think you're hot. I'm not concerned that you're older. Your art was incredible. Is that everything?"

Then his mouth was on her neck, hand sliding down beneath the duvet to grope her ass and Valka shuddered, moaning despite herself. She ought to stop him, she really, really ought to...

"What's your name?"

He pulled back, frowning. Gods, had she said that out loud?

"Is this about the Hiccup thing again? I told you, everyone calls me that."

Hiccup? Wait. She remembered that now. He didn't seem to think she had actually forgotten his name entirely in her shock over the twenty-something in her bed. That was good.

"It can't be your real name."

"No, it's not. But that didn't stop you repeating it. Over and over and over."

Valka flushed as he - Hiccup, really? - resumed touching her, lips slightly dry and very warm on her collarbone, something digging in to her stomach as he pulled her closer. She realised with a thrill he was hard, felt herself growing wet with his ministrations and any semblance of 'this should stop' slipping from her mind faster and faster. She'd already gone mad; what was one more time?

Hiccup had suddenly vanished from her collar, Valka opening her eyes to see him disappear beneath the covers, his reasoning clear very quickly as she felt warm breath against her thigh, a hot tongue on her clit.

"Ohhh" she bit her lip, trying to stay quiet but gods it was hard "H-Hiccup!"

The covers were lifted, revealing dark green eyes glittering at her from the shadowed space.

"Don't you dare get quiet on me now."

They must have had that conversation last night; it was still a little hazy for Valka. Hiccup dropped the covers, resuming his 'work' of driving Valka completely insane with his oral attentions, quiet soon disappearing from her mind along with sense as he drew all sorts of sounds from her. When was she last touched like this? Oh, it was good though.

Even what she remembered was nothing spectacular - it had just been a prelude, a rush to get her ready for the main event when the spark of her marriage had long faded, the man who had used to delight in studying her every twist and shiver reducing their sex life to functional, and then non-existent.

Hiccup kept going until Valka was shuddering, shaking, grabbing at his head over the covers. She wasn't sure if it was to slow him down or push him closer, all she knew was the tingling that filled her body, toes curling, back arching, thighs tightening around him as he brought her to orgasm. He reappeared as she lay limply on the bed, licking lewdly at his wet lips and wiping his mouth half-heartedly on his hand.

"Oh my..."

His smug grin was answer enough, but apparently he liked to go the extra mile.

"Yeah, you liked that last night too."

Her face flushed - more than it already was - as Hiccup rose up on his knees, dislodging what little covers there was over them. It bared them both fully, and Valka immediately wanted to cover herself up. Hiccup didn't seem to care about his own nudity, erection jutting out proudly from between narrow hips, the canvas of his skin littered with freckles and a few little scars here and there.

"I guess we should like, leave your bed some time."

Valka found herself frowning, confused.

"Don't you want me to..."

She gestured vaguely, unsure what she was planning to say. Hiccup looked down, shrugged.

"Oh. You can if you want, but you don't have to. I'm not keeping score, I just wanted another memory of the way you sound when I go down on you, in case you freak out later and I don't get another chance."

Was he always so blunt? Gods, Valka wasn't sure where to look. And he was really probably right. She was fairly sure without him there, all chilled out and unconcerned about the age gap and everything else, she was definitely going to push the incident to the back of her mind, get on with more acceptable things for a woman in her forties.

"I want to."

She might as well get it while he was there, she supposed. Hiccup grinned, all but pouncing on her and Valka knew the taste on his lips was her, but then he wasn't paying her morning-breath any mind either as he kissed her, fingers sliding down from her jaw to her neck, then down to play idly with her breast. She pressed into him shamelessly, much to his apparent delight as he touched her more firmly.

It was almost more than her nervous hands could do, but Valka managed to push Hiccup down on his back, his eyes lighting up as Valka dared to touch him in turn. She was probably terrible, out of practice at more than hasty, functional marital sex with a long-term partner and no spark. Instead she had this young, handsome man who eyed her like he couldn't want to get his hands on her again, who made her belly flutter when he groaned as her hand curled around his erection.

"Gods Valka, you're so fucking hot. I'd love to paint you naked."

She suspected that might have been a truly bizarre compliment from anyone else, but then they had met at an art class. Valka could remember now, watching his hands, the way he gestured animatedly as he spoke, feeling like he was undressing her with his eyes from across a classroom full of people...

"O-ohhh fuck, your mouth is amazing."

Hiccup arched, groaning when Valka took him into her mouth, his breath hitching when her tongue ran over his tip. She couldn't possibly have been as good as he was acting like she was, but when she watched him buck, heard him grunt, felt his eyes hot on her... Valka couldn't see anything but genuine pleasure. He kept up the steady stream of praise, encouraging Valka, urging her indirectly to stop being so damned nervous about it and focus on having fun. She didn't expect it to turn her on, but the sounds he made, the feel of him hot and hard in her mouth... they were making her hot again.

"What's wrong?"

"I uh... condom."

Apparently complete sentences were beyond her now.

"Oh" Hiccup wriggled away from her, leaning over the end of the bed for a minute before resurfacing "here."

"You found that quickly."

He chuckled, unabashed.

"I went to the pharmacy on my way to work last night, I happened to have a new box on me. Lucky really, since you didn't have any in."

Valka tore open the little square, sheathing him with slightly shaking hands, not sure she had it in her to get on top of him. Hiccup didn't miss a beat, reaching for Valka, rolling her under him and settling his lean hips between her thighs.

"You sure you're up for this?"

She was a little sore, admittedly, but Valka doubted she was going to have this chance again and nodded, felt Hiccup brush against her as he edged closer. Reaching down, she guided him until he was inching in, hissing slightly at the ache but equally hungry to feel him all the same.

"You ok?"

"Mmm. You're... big."

It wasn't a lie; he wasn't overly long but had a generous girth, at odds with his long, narrow build but he filled her wonderfully, hand running down her side to cup her ass and pull Valka against him just a little more.

"Hey now, it's about the painter, not the brush. But thank you."

Valka wondered if, given time, he'd spend more time making ridiculous art jokes during sex. She probably wouldn't find out, but when he started moving Valka didn't care. The stretch and ache was lost in the dart of pleasure each time his stomach pressed to her clit, his thrusts steady, solid. Hiccup watched her the whole time, eyes greedily taking in every gasp and shudder and twist, observing Valka like she was something amazing he couldn't help but stare rapturously at.

She watched him in turn, the flexing of the wiry muscles in his arms and shoulders, eyes sliding down to see his cock slide in and out of her in something akin to disbelief - how was this happening? Yesterday she was a middle-aged divorcee just trying to live a little more. None of that included ending up in bed with a man half her age, feeling a merciless pleasure threaten to overwhelm her when less than an hour ago she was trying to work out if he was a hallucination.

His eyes fell closed as his mouth fell open, letting out huffs and pants as he moved a little quicker, pushing them both higher with his deep, hard thrusts. Valka felt her hands tighten on his back, the puckered skin of last nights scratches tangible under her fingers. Hiccup stuttered, the surge of his hips in short, sharp bucks followed by his low whine of exhiliration was a pretty good hint he was done - the sight of him shuddering, his face conveying his ecstacy, it was enough for Valka to barely even feel disappointed he'd not lasted enough for her.

Hiccup was not satisfied with that, she quickly discovered, as he pulled out only to replace his cock with his fingers, precision-aimed pressure against her g-spot as his thumb rubbed her clit, dragging Valka thrashing over the edge with him until they were both spent, sweaty, drawing in ragged breaths and she found herself sharing that satisfied grin with him despite herself.

"Now we really need to get up. It's still pretty early but... I could spend much longer in bed with you and then I'd be late for work."

He drew away from her - reluctantly, she could see by the way his eyes slid down her body - and promised not to be long, but he needed to clean up quickly in the bathroom. Valka immediately tugged the covers back over herself, hyper-aware of her own nakedness again now he wasn't pressed tightly against her.

Hiccup was back a couple of minutes later, cleaner and retrieving his clothes from where they littered Valka's room haphazardly. She scolded herself for looking, but he really did have quite a nice backside to ogle. He caught her looking, threw Valka a wink and leant against the wall, clearly intending to watch her rise nude from the bed.

Get a grip Valka. It's hardly a new sight to him.

Swallowing her insecurity for a moment, Valka forced herself out from the safety of the covers. Hiccup made no secret of watching her, but there was only open want and desire on his face as he watched her reach for her dressing gown, wrapping it around herself.

"Spoilsport. Do you mind if I go get a drink?"

"Oh, of course, help yourself."

Hiccup grinned, crossed the room and kissed Valka soundly; he tasted of her mouthwash, had obviously rinsed in the bathroom. She scurried along to the bathroom, relieving herself and having a quick wash, intending to shower once he was no longer in her house. Then she could quietly melt down about it all in peace.

Wearing a comfortable jumper and pyjama bottoms - how on earth did Hiccup still look at her like he'd happily have her for breakfast in those? - Valka entered her kitchen, found Hiccup still shirtless and rummaging in her cupboards, finally locating what he was after.

"Do you not drink coffee?"

"Not often, why?"

"Most people keep it near the kettle, for sleepy morning caffeine needs."

A few moments later found them sat either side of her little kitchen island, sipping from cups that had curls of steam rising from the liquid within.

"So... no pressure, just curiousity. Are you coming back to my class again? I promise not to fall victim to your womanly wiles, if it helps."

"Why does that matter to you?"

"Well, honestly, because you are so damned talented and so if you said no, I would have asked that you do something to continue nurturing your gift. Not that I wouldn't like to see you again. Because I would."

He'd put down his mug, looking more serious than Valka could remember him looking all morning.

"I... honestly, I don't know. But if I don't, I promise to keep making art."

Hiccup lifted his mug again, smiling.

"I'm glad."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty two last month."

Valka closed her eyes, felt a tug in the back of her mind from a memory she did not need there and then. Shooing it away, she hid her face in her mug for a minute until she was sure her voice would not crack.

"I'm forty three end of this year."

"So? You're gorgeous, and I don't just mean 'for your forties' or whatever. I mean, just generally, you're stunning. I had to leave the room when you first walked in so I wouldn't get caught staring."

He was so earnest, eyes begging Valka to believe him but she honestly just wanted him to go. She barely waited for him to drain the last of his mug, letting conversation fade to barely a word before lying and saying she had better go shower before work. She didn't have work that day.

"Yeah, I should get going. Well uh... I hope I'll be seeing you again, but I guess I understand if not. It's been a blast, Valka."

Hiccup finished re-dressing, stole another kiss from her lips, and then the door was closed and he was gone. She slumped against the wall, running a hand over her face. His age... gods, that had stung.

Not just because it was a stark reminder she'd fucked a guy half her age. But because she was literally old enough to be his mother, down to the month. Down to the month she'd had her own son. Down to the month she'd had to give him up. Hiccup had stirred up all sorts of things in her mind, unintentionally of course, but now Valka was left with memories rattling in their box, demanding to be freed and fretted over.

She remembered being barely twenty, heavily pregnant and abandoned by the father. Viggo had offered to marry her, but refused to raise another mans child. Valka didn't feel like she had much choice in the matter back then, between pressure from her parents ("the shame of a babe out of wedlock!") and a man she was assured was quite the catch. He'd been handsome and charming in those days... and assured her they would have their own child soon enough. He'd waited until Valka was his wife to change his mind, and Valka had been raised to just... make do in any given situation. It was the only reason their marriage had lasted so long, until even she could take it no longer.

But none of that changed the truth. That she had a son Hiccup's age. Somewhere. She'd never forgotten the pain of her baby boy being ripped from her arms.

Maybe... maybe she could find him.

-HTTYD-

Oh no, Valka! Don't do that. It probably won't end well.