***Proud member of the Lokasenna Tales collection***

A/N: This is a smutty Hiccstrid side story to 'I should go' and 'The Aftermath of being stupid', taking place in the same Dragonite-Universe of mine. The timing is also easily identifiable, the Thursday before the events of 'I should go's Epilogue, two days before the test flight and wedding and all that belongs to this day. And also about 2 and a half week before the events of 'The Aftermath of being stupid'.

And for those wondering: I'm not abandoning The Aftermath, the next chapter is almost finished…

I release this as a separate story rather than as part of 'The Missing Scenes' because it really is more that just a missing scene…

Warning: Detailed sexual content and language. It's rated M for a reason.

tagged Pervstrid and Domcup

My Game, my Rules!

Part 1

Astrid

Astrid took another sip of her coffee, and stared unseeingly out of the large window front. The sight up here on floor 50 was breathtakingly beautiful, and although she was used to it by now, she still would have enjoyed it under normal circumstances. But today, nothing was normal, and she couldn't even say why that was, exactly.

She couldn't concentrate on anything. Luckily, she hadn't all that much to do today, but still… Whenever she'd tried to go through their timetable for Saturday, for the test and the wedding, had tried to see whether there were still things that needed further organization, her mind had begun to wander almost instantly. Well, at least it had not much of a way to go… just the three, maybe four yards across their office and through a few layers of fabric... That was when she'd decided to take a break, mostly from Hiccup's presence.

She groaned quietly, and buried her face in her palms. This was getting ridiculous! Three weeks… it had only been three weeks, for Odin's sake! Not that long, really. Definitely not long enough to explain why she felt so-

Oh, stop it!, she reprimanded herself. This was Dragonite Engineering, their working place! Of course, they couldn't simply turn their relationship off whenever they entered this building, and luckily nobody expected so either. But they'd still been able to hold up at least some propriety while at work during the past two years. Until today, that is…

Today was different, and Astrid just didn't understand why.

The moment Hiccup had entered their shared office this morning, her body and mind had begun to refuse to work as they were supposed to. Yes, she hadn't seen him for a few days but that was no reason for her heart to beat that fast, or for her knees to become all wobbly for that matter. And yes, their greeting had been more passionate than they normally allowed themselves to get here, but still… None of this explained how her eyes had clung to his body, and how her thoughts and imagination ran riot ever since.

And yes, she had missed him, especially last night. She had missed his hot body against hers, his lithe arms around her, and his oh so talented hands and mouth on her skin. She had wanted to rub her body, her soul, her very being against his, to rock into him, to feel him deep inside her until they both twitched and screamed and-

Astrid whimpered at these thoughts, and dug her clipped fingernails deep into her upper arms. This was getting insane. Last night had been the first time in two years when she'd felt the urge to pleasure herself. Not as part of their erotic games as Hiccup liked it to watch her touch herself, but out of pure and carnal need. Because Hiccup hadn't been there, and they hadn't had any sex in three weeks, and she'd desperately needed some release at least. Not that it had helped all that much…

Gods, she'd survived these three weeks, she would survive a few more hours until they were home without tearing off his clothes right there in their office. Oh, but she could… They'd never before activated the camouflage option within the glass walls around their office, but… Well, maybe today was a good day to give it a try. They would still need to be careful, not too loud and no too wide movements as both would still be noticeable through the milky glass, but…

Groaning again, Astrid ran her hands through her hair, tugging at the strands to tear herself away from these utterly inappropriate thoughts. She couldn't do that. They couldn't… shouldn't do that! Working together like this was only possible because they had this strict no sex stipulation, covering the entirety of the dragon's lair. If they only broke it once, working here would become almost impossible… No, she would have to just endure these few hours somehow. She was a grown-up woman after all, and not a hormone-driven teenager anymore. She would survive a few more hours without sex!

Resolutely, she stood up, and turned toward the exit. She would get it over with. It might not be all that much, but there still were things to do for Saturday, some last preparations for her test flight, and she also needed to make a few phone calls for Heather's wedding. Both very important tasks that should be enough to distract her from Hiccup sitting just this short distance away from her, and from all the things they would do as soon as they were home and–

"Shut up!" she reprimanded herself out loud, and blushed as she got a few puzzled glances by her colleagues. Hastily, she picked up her purse before she left, grabbing her hot cup of coffee on her way out, and–

And groaned again at the memory of that silly nickname she'd given him once. He was everywhere! She wouldn't get a break, would she? She fled the break room without much hope for the upcoming hours.

This had been a horrible idea! What had she been thinking? Had she really thought she could accomplish anything today, sitting in their office with Hiccup only a few strides away from her?

Astrid stared down at her fingers hovering over her keyboard, and hardly remember what it was she was about to do a minute ago. Right! She'd wanted to enter the new, corrected values for Dragonfly V into the file. That was too important to get distracted, to make a mistake. Her life could depend on this!

Her fingers shook, and she found herself unable to do what she was supposed to do. Her mind was a mess, and one mistake here could have horrible consequences. Later! She decided. She would do this later - tomorrow at the lastest. She closed the file, and looked up and around her monitor to where Hiccup sat at his desk. His eyes were drawn together and on his face was an expression of high concentration. He hadn't looked at her since she'd returned from the break room, not once. He had only grunted absentmindedly in greeting, and was staring at the display of his working tablet ever since.

This was so frustrating! How could he be so calm and unaffected by her presence when she was anything but unaffected by his. Her eyes clung to his throat where she could see his Adam's apple bobbing from time to time, to his lips that were moving constantly as he murmured to himself, to his teeth that bit down on those lips when he concentrated, and to his tongue that licked those lips occasionally. And she thought of all the other things these parts of his body could do, to her body in particular. How his lips would brush over her skin, leaving a burning trail in their wake. How his teeth would nibble at the peaks of her breasts, sending electric jolts through her entire body. How his tongue would lick and tease her, leaving her dripping and shivering, and would wiggle its way into her, and –

Liquid flames flared up between her legs, and she pressed her thighs together in an attempt to smother them. This really was not the time or place for thoughts like this! She bit her lip, hard, to keep the groan, that threatened to escape her throat, inside. Unsuccessfully…

"Are you alright?" Hiccup's voice waved toward her, and she tried to focus her eyes on his while keeping her inappropriate fantasies out of them. She wasn't sure whether she'd been successful there either…

"Yeah," she mumbled, and looked away after all. "I'm fine. Just…" she shrugged, and crossed her arms in front of her. He'd looked completely impassive while she was… She was a desperate, horny mess, that's what she was. She felt his gaze still upon her, and chanced another glance at him. Hiccup looked at her thoughtfully, brows furrowed, but only for a moment before he concentrated on his work again.

She wanted to scream. How could he be so calm, so concentrated? She wanted him to take her, to push her against the wall, to ravish her until she couldn't even remember her own name, she wanted –

In some kind of trance, Astrid stood up and walked over toward and around his desk to stand behind him. Swallowing hard, she leaned on the backrest of his chair to watch over his shoulder. She did this from time to time when she was to take a look at his current project, when he wanted her input or her opinion or simply when she was curious as well. She leaned closer than necessary, though, and inhaled his sharp musky scent. It threw her into yet another fantasy where their sweat mingled while they were entangled in each other's limbs, hot bodies moving rhythmically. She leaned even closer, exhaled against his neck and brushed her lips along the shell of his ear. He tensed beneath her touch, and she noticed a shiver running down his spine. So he wasn't that unaffected by her presence after all. She got closer to him still, nibbled at his earlobe, and pressed her breasts against his back while her hands roamed over his shirt covered chest. He leaned back against her, eyes closed, and rested his head against her shoulder, panting slightly.

Astrid rejoiced inwardly. These interactions were still innocent enough but they surely could lead to more, lead to real kisses, deep and ardent, lead to heated bodies pressed against one another, lead to –

"Astrid…" he breathed unevenly, and his hands caught hers, holding them tight. "What are you doing?" he asked, and although she saw him swallowing, his voice sounded restrained and calm. Not at all what she would have expected, what she'd hoped for.

Flustered, she stepped back from him, drawing her hands away from his without much effort as he let go of her instantly. Gods, what was she doing? Hiccup turned around to throw her a meaningful glance, not a hint of arousal or desire on his face. Had she misread his reactions just now? But no, he'd liked how she'd touched him, she was sure of that. He just was this all too decent guy who would never break the rules or do something as inappropriate as fucking his girlfriend on his writing desk. She took another step backwards, and drew in a ragged breath, before biting her lips and clenching her hands into fists to keep them from shaking.

"I… I just…," she stammered, and couldn't bear to look him in the eyes anymore. "I'll… be right back…" she mumbled finally, and hastily left their office.

Astrid leaned against the door on the inside of one of the small cabins in the ladies' restroom, and stared up at the ceiling while she tried to calm down. Gods, what was up with her today? She'd never been averse to sex, but this today was just hilarious! The mere thought of Hiccup waiting in their office made her shiver in anticipation while desire rushed through her body. She wanted, needed him so badly, it almost hurt. But the way he'd sat there and looked at her, so calm and in control, it made her want to scream in frustration. He hadn't been as unfazed by her touch as he'd wanted to appear. But he was always so careful, always in control of himself. He would never let himself go, never do something he shouldn't, something bad.

That was good! Really, it was good… She loved him for his thoughtfulness and consideration, for always knowing and doing what was good and right… She just wished he would let himself go sometimes.

Gods, how she wished he would let himself go today! There was no way she would be able to sit beside him and work in her current state!

Rather reluctantly, she let her hands wander over her body, squeezed her breast, and rubbed at the nipple through the thin fabric of her blouse, while the other hand wandered downward, over her flat stomach, and further toward that itch between her legs. It fought for a moment with her close-fitting skirt as it was too tight to simply be pushed up or down, and opening the button was difficult with only one heavily shaking hand.

She shouldn't do this!

She shouldn't masturbate in a public place like a ladies' restroom, and especially not in this one where she would be every day again on her workdays. But her mind was too clouded already, too dizzy, every reasonable thought burned away by pure and relentless lust. She moaned quietly as her hand finally found its way inside her skirt and rubbed against her core through the fabric of her slip. She bit her lip and began to move her hips in time with her probing fingers, panting and sobbing. This was bad! This was wrong, and she knew that. And it also would never be satisfying enough. Hers were the wrong hands for this job, and she knew that all too well. But, Gods, she couldn't stop herself nonetheless. Just like last night, she needed at least some sort of relief, or she would go mental. Her hand began to move faster, and so did her breathing. Her eyes fluttered shut as the desired sensation began to build inside her, even though it just wouldn't be enough anyway.

And then she heard the door to the main room open, and the clicking sound of steps over the paving tiles. She clutched her free hand over her mouth and nose to keep her heavy breathing from being too audible, and removed her other hand from her slip. Gods, what was she doing here? The steps came closer, stopped in front of her cabin for a moment, and then went on down the corridor. She closed her eyes in horror and disgust at herself, and put some effort into calming her breathing down. She needed to get out of here! She needed to get a grip on her emotions and her thoughts. This was just ridiculous, she wasn't like this!

Astrid pricked up her ears at the sound of that other woman's steps. She seemed to have reached the end of the admittedly not that long corridor, but she's neither heard a door or a lock, nor was there any rustling of fabric for that matter. Astrid frowned. What was she doing here, if not going to the loo? She wanted that other woman to be gone, and not to run into her on her way out. Hel, she didn't want to run into anyone right now.

Suddenly, the steps came back, and Astrid's frown deepened. She tried to stay as calm as possible with her still accelerated breathing while the steps returned to the exit. What had that been? Well, it had at least distracted her enough to turn her mind to other topics, and she really needed to get a grip on herself! By Odin's balls, this was her working place, and that was what she would do now. Get back to work. She would go back to their office and to her desk, and attend to the last preparations for the weekend. And she would ignore Hiccup as best she could for the time being. She was a grown-up woman, she wouldn't let some overactive imagination rule her life. Or some cock, for that matter…

She sighed, and began to get her clothes back into place when she heard the beeping noise. The electric door lock? Well, that explained that at least… That other woman hadn't been one of their colleagues after all, but belonged to the cleaning staff. And she'd probably made sure the room was empty before she'd locked it up just now for maintenance.

Damn, she'd locked it up!

Ah, well… Surely, she would unlock the door for Astrid again… Although it would serve her right to wait here until the woman had finished her work… Hastily, Astrid just buttoned up her skirt again and left the cabin, hoping to catch the woman still at the door. But she wasn't that lucky. Or, well, maybe she was even luckier.

Because she'd been wrong, the steps hadn't belonged to someone of the cleaning staff. They'd belonged to Hiccup, and now, he was standing there in the locked doorway, his eyes, although filled with some kind of concern, bore relentlessly into hers nonetheless.

"Astrid, what's going on?" he asked, and the sincere tone of his voice made it clear that she wouldn't get away with a simple I'm fine! this time… Her gaze flickered toward the electric lock at the wall next to the door and then back to Hiccup. He'd raised an eyebrow, and had the audacity to smirk at her. Of course, his omnipotent key card could open and close every door at Dragonite Engineering, including the ladies' restroom… And he would keep them locked in until he had his answer… Dammit!

Half an hour ago, this behaviour of his would have left her trembling with anticipation and excitement. Gods, it would have done so two minutes ago! But the realization that she'd been desperate enough to touch herself in such a public place and the shock of almost getting caught while doing so had sobered her up thoroughly. For the moment at least…

She bit her lip, crossed her arms tightly, and averted her eyes. What should she tell Hiccup? That she was horny beyond anything she'd ever experienced? That she wanted nothing more than to tear off his close, and let him fuck her right here? She closed her eyes briefly, ashamed of herself. No, she couldn't tell him that… and then, it wasn't true, either… the idea was appealing, but not as appealing as it had been a few minutes ago.

"It's… nothing, Hiccup," she mumbled, not sounding convinced at all, not even to herself.

And sure enough, Hiccup just snorted.

"Really!" she added more lively, and explained: "It's just that… I missed you… a lot! And… well, working beside you right now… it's a bit… frustrating!" She looked back at him with a sheepish smile to make him understand what she meant.

He blinked, and then a wide grin spread across his face. "Really? You missed me?" he asked, and made a step toward her, arms half raised to invite her into an embrace. But Astrid backed off, her arms raised as well. But in her case, it was to ward him off. Now, an expression between surprise and hurt crossed his face, and Astrid could have hit herself. Hurriedly, she tried to do some damage limitation.

"I'm sorry! But…" she shook her head, trying to find the right words. "No close contact today… please? I… I can't… I mean, I… I want to… erm… to…" she stammered, and felt the heat rise to her cheeks. Gods, what was up with her? Blushing while talking about sex to her boyfriend? Ah, but that wasn't all this was about… she threw him an apologetic smile, and he seemed to see something in it, for he lowered his arms and became serious again.

"Astrid… I thought we agree on this point," he said, puzzled. "Work is work, right?" A whimper escaped her at his words. Of course, he was right… "We have to be responsible or this will only get harder."

She snorted. Really? Worst choice of words ever… At least, he seemed to realize so himself because he, too, blushed and averted his eyes.

"Look, it's… not like I wouldn't get it, okay?" he mumbled. "I missed you, too, you know? A lot!" he sighed. "But we can't… I mean, we shouldn't… it's not right!" he finally said, and Astrid's frustration got the better of her.

"Not right?" she burst out, her voice not that short of yelling. "Not right? Why does everything always have to be right? Can't we do something wrong for a change? Can't you do something bad?" She hadn't wanted to get loud, hadn't wanted to get angry, but, Gods, this was so frustrating! She could see the noticeable bulge in his trousers. Why had he to be so godsdammed reasonable all the time?

His eyes widened, but only for a very short moment before his expression turned darker, bitter somehow. "You want me to play the bad boy?" he asked with a humourless laughter, and Astrid gulped.

"Gods, yes!" she all but cried. She clutched her hands over her mouth, startled by her sudden outburst. And yet…

Something had been strange just now, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Maybe, if she would have taken a moment's time to think, she would have reacted differently. Something about Hiccups behaviour was off somehow. But she hadn't thought. The idea of Hiccup, her always caring boyfriend as bad boy, that was just too much.

He stared at her for a moment, expression unreadable. Then he closed his eyes for some seconds, inhaled deeply, and somehow he changed. Not visibly, not much at least. Maybe he stood a little taller, shoulders drawn back. Maybe he held his head a little differently. But what changed the most were the vibes she got from him somehow. He was still Hiccup, and yet… when he opened his eye, she could see a strange gleam in them, dark and menacing somehow. And when he walked toward her, there was something predatory in the way he closed in on her.

She wasn't afraid. This was still Hiccup, she would never be afraid of him!

And yet, as he came closer and closer, she couldn't help herself but retreated instinctively, stepped backwards until her back hit the cold, tiles covered wall behind her. She gasped in surprise, but he still came closer. He placed his hands on the wall next to her head, trapping her, and leaned in until he almost touched her. But only almost! She could feel his body heat radiating from him, enclosing her entire being, clouding her thoughts. She could feel the tension between them, growing stronger and stronger until it was almost tangible. And yet, he wasn't touching her. He was so close, the fabric of their clothes brushing against one another in a few places. But he didn't touch her… his face hovered so close over hers, she could feel his hot breath on her skin as his lips wandered toward her ear.

"Is that what you want?" he asked, growling, and a shiver ran through her body. Gods, yes, it was! She wanted him, needed him. And yes, she wanted him to be like this, for once not hesitant and careful. She wanted him to be straightforward, wanted him to just take her.

His lips brushed her ear ever so slightly, and she whimpered at the contact, unable to keep the sound inside. "Is that how you want to play?" Hiccup asked, his voice only a low, purring grumble.

"Yes," she breathed. Gods, yes, she wanted him, here and now. She didn't give a shit anymore about where they were and how inappropriate this was. It had been too long, and she wanted him, wanted to feel him, wanted to reconnect, to be one with him. She lifted her hands that had inactively hung at her sides, languid and feeble until now, and leaned forward to touch and feel him, to let skin drag over skin, to –

Hiccup retreated, and her hands found only cool air where his heated body had been a second before. He stood only half a step away, but the expression on his face made her pause, made her refrain from following him. "If you want to play then this is my game," he said, and it sounded like a well-practiced line, like he'd said this many time before already. "My game, my rules. Understood?" His eyes bore into hers as he waited for her answer, and she swallowed. She should have wondered what this was supposed to mean, but the simple truth was, she didn't. This was Hiccup, she trusted him completely, and she didn't care what brought forth this commanding side of his. She just wanted to play with it! And so she nodded, unable to come up with a single coherent word.

If possible, his eyes became even darker, and with a devious sort-of-smile, his eyes wandered up and down her body until they came to rest on her blouse that still hung untidily over her skirt. She could see the muscles around his mouth tighten as he gritted his teeth.

"And the first rule for you: Don't touch yourself!" he growled. "You're not allowed to touch yourself unless I specifically tell you to!"

And then he turned around, unlocked the door with one quick movement and left her alone in the ladies restroom.