We now return to irregularly scheduled human disasters.

-HTTYD-

Hiccup frowned to himself, the sound of a woman panting and moaning softly reaching his ears. He knew it wasn't Astrid, as she was looking right back at him in the dark. Groaning, he reached back on instinct to hit Dagur for watching porn in bed when others were trying to sleep. They had a whole extra room he could go jack off in.

"Dagur!"

Astrid raised an eyebrow.

"Dagur's not here."

Hiccup blinked, rolling over awkwardly and realising she was right, there was a suspicious lack of oversized redhead waiting to drool on Hiccup in his sleep.

"Oh. Then what's that noise?"

Astrid snickered, shaking her head.

"I think it might be Heather."

Heather... oh. Hiccup realised what Astrid was so amused about.

"Is she seriously..."

"Hey, as far as she knows everyone is asleep. I can go out and ask her to keep it down-"

"Astrid!"

He hissed, shaking his head.

"What? Not like I'm offering her help. Although-"

"Astrid, stop it! Just... go to sleep."

Her occasional sniggering wasn't quite enough to drown Heather out, and Hiccup screwed his eyes shut and tried to go to sleep, hoping very strongly that Dagur wasn't also awake cus it would probably be a whole lot worse for him to realise what he was hearing.

The sounds died off eventually, so Hiccup assumed she was done with a degree of relief. Astrid had fallen asleep easily, which he envied, feeling intrusive even if Heather was the one making the sounds to begin with. When he woke, Hiccup had forgotten about it until he saw Heather again, face heating as he remembered and immediately tried not to remember.

"Morning Hiccup. Dagur and Astrid went out for a run before the sun had even come up. Something about not letting the takeout defeat them."

Hiccup nodded, averting his eyes and looking over to the side. The boxes of Heather's things had moved. Maybe she'd needed something. That was interesting. Definitely more interesting than any memories he had of overhearing her... self-serving the night before. Shaking the thoughts away, Hiccup detoured to the bathroom, then kitchen, definitely not thinking about last night.

He absolutely wasn't thinking of Astrid's joke about 'offering her help'. Hiccup was too used to exhaustive sex with both lovers almost every morning and night, and more importantly used to waking up with them both. He felt off-kilter, adjusting. And his brain yelling at him about whether or not he should sit on the sofa Heather had... slept on wasn't helping. Glad they'd been food shopping the night before, Hiccup grabbed some fruit and yoghurt to go with his coffee and sat at the side, hoping Heather didn't think he was ignoring her and that she didn't notice his face was quite warm.

"Are you ok Hiccup?"

He jumped when he realised Heather was behind him, probably in search of her own food.

"Hm? Yep! Fine! Just uh, didn't get much sleep last night."

She stilled for a few seconds, but then carried on before Hiccup could grow nervous about why she'd halted. Hiccup focused on his breakfast, eating quickly and hoping he could escape to the bathroom for a shower soon.

"Do you need the loo?"

Hiccup asked when he was done eating, Heather shaking her head from over her bowl.

"Nah, I'm good, go ahead."

He tried not to move too fast, grabbing fresh clothes and checking for towels before locking the door in relief. If he was Astrid, he would have just asked Heather to keep the noise down and thought no more of it.

But he was Hiccup, and Hiccup was awkward.

Waiting for the shower to heat up, he got in and perched on his shower chair. Maybe he ought to have Astrid say something. Or would it be too weird? Should he just hope it never happened again? Leaning his head back against the tiles, Hiccup groaned and reached for the soap.

Then yelped when the door opened, which had his girlfriend rolling her eyes.

"It's only me, drama queen."

Astrid closed the door behind her, stripping out of her running gear quickly. Hiccup could see red marks on her hips, and when she saw him looking Astrid lifted her hair and turned to show the mark on the back of her neck. Shuffling his chair back up a bit - they'd mastered sharing the shower that way, though it was a little awkward - Astrid hopped in with him, leaning down to kiss him before stealing the soap.

"Hey!"

"Don't hey me, I'm washing you!"

Unable to keep from laughing, Hiccup sighed and let her do her thing. She leant closer as she rubbed the soapy cloth over his chest, lathering up the sparse hairs littering the patch of skin between his nipples, smirk on her face and the marks on her body telling quite a story about her morning workout even before she began to tell him herself, eyes glittering with mischief as she wrapped the cloth around his swelling cock under a very thin guise of cleaning him.

Hiccup was still dead to the world when she woke up, so Astrid dropped a kiss on his messy hair and got up. He was having trouble settling of a night without Dagur there, and being disturbed by Heather's solo session probably hadn't helped, because her boyfriend was an awkward sort. Given that Heather had overheard them already, Astrid figured it was just a side effect of four sexually mature adults in one place with pretty thin walls. It was only a matter of time before Heather overheard Dagur masturbating in the shower just to round everything off.

Dagur was already up, twitchy and apologising tiredly to Heather for waking her as he tied his running shoes. When he saw Astrid, the look on his face gave Astrid a feeling she was going running whether it was planned or not.

"Fine, but I'm having a rest day tomorrow."

Astrid put her gear on in the bathroom after relieving her bladder, downed some water and a handful of grapes before following Dagur out of their flat. After insisting on a warm up so her tired muscles got the message it was moving time, Astrid set off at a quick pace, just so Dagur would complain about her long legs as he tried to keep up. It meant she was setting the route, but since she knew that look in Dagur's eyes was less a running request and more an outdoor romp invite, Astrid picked one that took them toward the trees. It was the route they most often went when Hiccup came running, because a sweaty Hiccup in tight bottoms was just kind of irresistible to both Astrid and Dagur...

It was still twenty or so minutes to those trees, but they never ran more than an hour of a morning anyway. Dagur barely waited to make sure nobody else was there before he tackled Astrid, growling when she resisted his attempts for control, both still panting from the run up to their little hideaway spot. Sex with Dagur was usually a group affair for her, but with Heather around she didn't have a problem with taking what they could get for now. They'd undoubtedly make up for not getting much time for threeways when Heather was gone.

He growled again as she bit the spot just below his jaw, stubble scratching her cheek as she pulled away before a mark was left. Even in something of a rush, Dagur wasn't selfish and dropped to his knees on the ground, pulling down Astrid's bottoms. His scruff burned in a pleasant sort of way against her thighs, much the same as when Hiccup went down on her in the morning before he'd had time to shave. Head rolling back on her shoulders, Astrid gripped his hair and rode his tongue happily, loving the mix of an early morning run and an early morning fuck.

Dagur was easily capable of holding her up completely, but when she was only in a running top that didn't cover her whole back, Astrid thought she might end up with too-distinctive marks. Shoving him backwards, Astrid turned and braced against the tree with her hands.

"Hurry up, I don't wanna be late for work."

He snorted, but it didn't take Dagur long to free his cock and push into Astrid. It was a little too quick and she hissed, but he waited a few beats for her to relax before moving. His weight against her back was hot and heavy, hands on her hips gripping tight as his teeth latched on to the back of her neck. It was his favourite spot to bite down on, knowing how Astrid would moan and shake at the blend of pain and pleasure. It was early enough that not many others would be out, but they'd definitely been caught by other early bird joggers before. It wasnt enough to stop them, clearly, and Astrid was probably an exhibitionist and just hadn't bothered acknowledging it fully yet.

"Heard you and Hiccup last night" Astrid frowned at his words, panted wetly against her ear. Heard what? "and jerking off listening just didn't cut it."

Oh. Astrid wasn't about to tell him. Yet. Just let Dagur keep moving, rolling her hips with his and gripping tighter at the tree. It was quick and rushed and sloppy, both trying to keep quiet enough not to draw attention to themselves but Dagur couldn't seem to help his gasping and panting, his short, sharp thrusts threatening to make Astrid's knees give out from under her. He bit her again, squeezing her hips before one hand slipped down to play with her clit, smirking against her neck when Astrid twitched.

She knew by how Dagur's rhythm grew messier, hips jerking randomly that he was close already, no doubt winding himself up by plotting in advance and not jumping Hiccup when he woke up. Smirking where he couldn't see, Astrid clenched around him and enjoyed his choked whimper, felt his fingers move more roughly against her to try and bring her off before he came, probably as a matter of pride. She let the building heat in her belly spread, greedily enjoying the best way to start her day, torn between moaning happily and groaning in complaint but knowing it was sensible when Dagur pulled out, his come splattering up the base of the tree roots. Well, at least she wouldn't be jogging home feeling filthy and sticky.

Pulling up her bottoms as Dagur righted his shorts, Astrid leant back against the tree and pushed sweaty hair up off her flushed face with a smile. Preparing to set off back, having lost some of their running time but she wasn't really minding much, Astrid prepared to really run after dropping her little bombshell on Dagur.

"That wasn't me you heard. That was Heather."

-HTTYD-

I had a giggle to myself imagining Dagur's face like "wait what"