pookabox | just hold on we're going home (for icy)

[ It took a whole day and night just to clean the mess out of their old den, tossing rotten material out and sweeping, dusting, icing parts of it that needed a better scouring. The next two days were spent gathering new authentic furs (some from the same or similar locations as before, stolen from wealthy homesteads that really wouldn't miss them) for the nest and a new bathing bowl for the corner out of sight beside it, a jug and mirror to prop up there, brushes and (with a modern touch) toothpaste, facewash, lots of towels. In the adjacent alcove is a ton of silver foil wrapping, but that's only there because of Jack's temperature as he gathered the food. Fish pies, fresh cold slabs of meat on the bone; pints of mead and fruit juice are once more stored in his own version of a freezer.

Walking into the den-proper, there's a clean smell from the opening leading one way and a rich cloying scent of food from the other, but the only thing on view head-on is the renewed nest. This is where Jack lies on his back (glad for the dozens of duvets providing a mattress of sorts underneath all the furs), minus his hoodie (hung up on the same natural hook of rock his old cape used to rest on) with his ankles crossed, chinning a hand where he smiles up at Hiccup.

He was even careful enough to light new candles ensconced in the walls once more. ]

This is the part where you laugh and call me hopelessly nostalgic. Or romantic, either one.

[Hiccup is too busy looking around to pay attention to his husband at first, noting all the new things and how...clean the den looks compared to last time he saw it. Healthier, homier. His wandering eyes finally come to rest on Jack lounging back on the furs, his eyes crinkling with a smile as he shakes his head, registering the words.]

If you're nostalgic and romantic then so am I. [Every detail amazes him, and it shows when he looks around again.] Jack, I...I don't have the words...this is a amazing.

If you're hungry after flying all this way, there's food where it usually is and we've got a washroom over there. I even bought you a new toothbrush.

[ Hopping up, he ambles over to slide his arms around Hiccup's neck, unbothered by the cold on a leather coat as he presses in for a half-naked hug. ]

This doesn't have to mean anything, we can still go back to the Workshop. I just wanted ... I wanted this again. [ His arousal is a low hum through his chilly veins, half-hard where his hips bump his husband's. He had to do something to pass the time until Hiccup arrived, after all. ] Us.

[He reaches forward to wrap his arms around Jack's waist when his husband comes closer, nuzzling his nose against a hair line and pressing his lips there to kiss his husband's forehead. He can feel a half hard arousal pressing against him, setting something off in a spark inside.]

I love it. I've missed us.

[He's not hungry, but he does dip his head down for a kiss, lips grazing along cold ones that used to give him chills when he'd been a boy. His bedroom at the workshop didn't feel right, even after decking it out with furs and making it look as like a viking hut as possible. Rearranging his hands, Hiccup lifts Jack into his arms bridal style, knowing that he can do it without any yetis around to make it embarrassing for his mate.]

It means everything to me. [There's that spark of arousal again. Hiccup nuzzles his nose against an ear, kissing it as he starts walking over to the furs, then pulls his head back to look at Jack.] Does this mean...we have a home?

[ He flails a bit when picked up, giving Hiccup a Really? wry look but allowing it all the same. It's easier to play when there are no extra eyes around. ]

We do, if you want to keep it. Or we at least have somewhere we can always retreat to when the outside world gets too much. No pressure.

[ Another kiss nuzzles under a jawline where he curls his fingers, scritch-scratching at stubble. ]

I guess if you're okay with it, then so am I.

[He tilts his head against the scratching nails, turning it to press a kiss to the palm, completely ignoring the look he gets from his husband as he walks them over. Hiccup kneels, placing Jack among the furs and kissing him soundly.]

Hard not to be alright with anything when we're this cosy.

[ Draping back in the furs he pulls Hiccup with him into the kiss, deft fingers going to the zip on a leather jacket to peel it open. Offoffoff. ]

Sure you'e not hungry? Last chance to escape.

[He sheds the jacket easily, only breaking the kiss because Jack speaks.]

Why would I want to escape all this when I can eat anytime after?

I'm being sensitive and thoughtful, at least look grateful.

[ Jack tosses his own belt aside then goes back to yanking Hiccup's top off. He tugs him in so the taller man will likely flop forward with his weight and angles kisses for the freckles along a shoulder, capturing his waist in long legs. Gotcha. ]

Much better ...

I am looking grateful. Look, I'm even showing how grateful I am by kissing you.

[And he does just that, his fingers wandering along slim sides and hips as he scoops Jack's hips against his now that the other spirit's belt is off, relishing in the skin on skin contact as he lowers himself with the long legs trapping him there. Hiccup's mouth leaves Jack's to press kisses along his chin, then his jaw, following down his neck as he worships his husband.]

Kiss me more, I'm a demanding husband.

[ He clings to that solid, strong body with a glee he hasn't felt since the last time they were in their own nest. Jack remembers everything, from the formations on the ceiling-rock to the curve of light arching through the den's entrance, it's all nostalgic and homely without even trying. He laughs through the kisses, nuzzling Hiccup's scruffy jaw and nosing his way into tufts of overgrown sideburn where he could really use a haircut. ]

You smell like home, too, like this place. It's been so long for me since I had you here.

[ And now he can't stop hugging him. ]

Oh I know you are.

[It's nice to be clung to, memories of similar actions still fresh in Hiccup's mind as he kisses him again, stubble scratching at soft skin as he shifts his mouth over Jack's. If Hiccup closed his eyes, he could almost imagine they were back in the past, that the last few months were all just a dream. His fingers slid to the furs underneath them as he rocked his body against Jack's, enjoying the laughs he's getting.]

It's been so long since we've been here it almost feels like we never left.

[The comment has a hint of sadness behind it but it's quickly forgotten as Hiccup starts to mouth his way down Jack's neck again, nipping at cold skin.]

[ Spreading his legs as he rocks his erection against a hip, Jack hums low in his throat as a mouth goes to work on it, nails running up through Hiccup's hair. His heels and shoulders dig into the furs as he grinds with Hiccup to their own unhurried rhythm, forgetting the world exists beyond this love.

A caress slides around on a firm jaw to tilt him back up for a soft kiss. There's a host of affection when he whispers, ] My Boy ...

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Yours. Always yours.

[He returns the murmur with one of his own, soft lips mouthing at Jack's lower lip as he rocks with his husband, nipping and licking before sealing them into a deeper kiss. One of his hands come up, cupping against the middle of Jack's back and holding him in the smaller part, dragging their erections together underneath their pants. He's always been Jack's boy, always will be. He will still be that boy, that one that looked and saw him amidst the flurry of snow, no matter how big or dragon like he got..]

[ His cock twitches in his pants when a tongue rubs over his own in just the right way, a moan passing into the hot and heavy kiss. Jack arches his back to help Hiccup hold them together, using his heels in the furs of the nest to push him up against a similarly pendulous pelvis as it rocks down. There's only so much of that he can take before the thick tip of his dick pushes past loosened lacings, and Jack sighs in relief as he rubs up eagerly against the hairs over a navel, flushed and gripping tight to shoulders. ]

I brought lube, right here. [ A tall tube of it is revealed as he yanks aside a corner of a fur, snatching it up to uncap with a thumb. ] Gimme your fingers, I want you to open me up. Ah ...

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[Hiccup gently slides Jack's pants down from his hips, putting spindly legs into the air in order to be able to take them off so that he can touch all of his mate. His own pants follow soon after, leaving them skin on skin, groins brushing as he press his lips back for another kiss, only being broken when Jack asks him to open him up like that. Hiccup's eyes flare with desire, and he lets his husband squirt some of the liquid onto his fingers.]

You'll tell me if it hurts, right?

[Immortal or not, it's still been a while, and Jack is still getting used to his dick again. Hiccup slides his middle finger in, pushing past a ring of muscle and all the way to the first knuckle, sinking into a wonderful dampness that reminds him of so many days spent in here.]

[ His pants are kicked off and he eyes Hiccup's body like a starved man staring at an oasis, licking parched lips. Fervently nodding in agreement, he drapes his arms around a neck and groans once penetrated, experience setting his hips to moving shallowly. ]

Y-Yeah, I'll shout "dragons rule" or something equally stupid.

[ His laughter morphs into more encouraging noises and he spreads his legs to dig his heels into the nest. Frozen all throughout, it's something that has gotten stronger after living so long and Hiccup's hot fingers melt the ice lining his skin deep inside, practically getting Jack as wet as a woman in the process as he defrosts. He whimpers and keens, a needy call that only ever arose in this den, not even at North's was Jack ever so unashamedly open about how much he loves being intimate with his husband. Fuck me, mate with me, be mine. It needs no translation, not even the submissive rolling of his hips. ]

[He wants to hear more of those sweet moans, knowing they can be as loud as they want without disturbing North. Hiccup growls low in his throat, adding a second and third finger when he felt it was right, leaning forward to kiss his mate and swallow down some of those noises. His own hips rock in time with the pushes of his fingers inside his husband, getting ready for the real thing as his cock bucks into the air.

Jack is wonderfully wet by the time he's finished, moreso than ever before and he kisses his way down a slim neck as he lines himself up, slicking his cock with the leftover lube and some of the wet, melted ice from inside his mate. He places his hands on either side of Jack's head, leaning down to murmur into his ear as his hips wriggle in anticipation.]

I want to hear you. It's been too long.

[ Two fingers are almost nothing, practically a standard for the prep they do, a third making him gasp but doing nothing to slow the cant of lean hips as Jack puts some force into the swing of it. It's only when they pull away that he makes a noise of displeasure, both hands leaping immediately to massage in the lube and melted ice all down a thick cock as Jack nibbles on a jaw, Hiccup's breath tickling his ear.

The wriggling hips are guided down, a chuckle unable to be stifled at how eagerly Jack's husband wants this. He moans softly into a pointed ear as he all but pulls Hiccup's cockhead past his tight entrance, gripping the root with possessive demanding. ]

Let me feel every inch of you, big boy.

[ Snickers have to fight for dominance with filthy wanton noises that leave his throat as he coaxes Hiccup down and in, a cold tongue laving at the scales on an ear-tip. ]

[Those wanton noise make him growl as he slides into dampness, a familiar feeling that makes him let a small noise rumble through his throat as his cock nestles in there. Curiously and cautiously, Hiccup cants his hips down, pulling back when he goes a little way in. They're going to take this nice and slow, it's been a while after all. They don't fuck every day like they used to.

Hiccup's hands carefully pry spidery legs up, cupping under knees gently as he looks down at his husband with a loving, hungry gaze. Something primal in him was woken when he came into the den, Bunny's lessons on controlling his instincts just barely keeping him together.

Yet all he wants to do is fuck Jack into oblivion.

He starts an easy pace, leaning down to dot kisses along his husband's neck as he begins fucking him.]

How does this feel?

[ Flexible enough that it doesn't bother him to be bent double, the pressure on the backs of his knees keeps him pinned to the bed as Hiccup starts a slow pace. The friction is delicious as it forces Jack to take a wider length than he remembers, the distortion of memory always seeming worse whenever he finally gets to join with him again. Which, of course, only makes it so much better to have the real thing back. ]

Good, it's really good ...

[ He runs his fingers through Hiccup's hair, heart falling to pieces as he gazes up at him, shifting with their rocking. ]

Think we'll be doing this in another thousand years?

I think we'll be doing this longer than that.

[Another thousand years. And this time he was planning on staying awake for it all, and for the next thousand years or however long after that. Hiccup was determined that he wasn't going to leave Jack again, no matter how unintentional the first time had been on his part. His eyes soften as he gazes down, marveling at how easy it is to bend his husband over like this, feeling his cock sink into a wonderful wetness that lets him pull back easily. Scales running along his dick rub at the inner walls of his mate's ass, leaning down to claim his mouth in a hungry kiss as he grinds forward until his balls hit the cleft of an ass.

He breaks the kiss only to breath, nose brushing against Jack's as his tongue flicks out to lick his lips, pressing their foreheads together.]

At least I hope so. Eternity remember? It's in our wedding song.

[ It brings a smile to his face to hear it. Jack bites his lip to try and stifle all the wanton moans that peel free from his throat as a scaled cock sinks home, thicker and longer than he remembers and pressing everywhere, his ass clutching at him as toes wriggle in delight. He wraps his legs around a waist and digs his heels into the small of a back, hugging him close, unable to bear losing him.

Jack cups a much-loved face and thumbs the scales along either side of a jaw, foreheads close and lips brushing as they lie together, finally as connected as they should always be. ]

You're the only one who makes my old heart beat, Hiccup. [ Noses rub alongside each other, his panting heaving a chest against the broader span of his husband's. ] I'd do anything for you, because I love you.

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Don't. [Hiccup draws a hand up to pry Jack's lips apart.] I want to hear.

[Jack's ass sucks him in like a gravitational pull, making it harder and harder for him to restrain himself as one of his hands slides down a thigh that wraps around him. Slowly, he draws his hands away, placing them to rest down above Jack's head and leaning close as he continued to fuck his mate. He returns the nuzzling, feeling cold air ghost along his cheek as he slides his lips down to a succulent neck.]

I'd move the world for you. Conquer it if you asked.

[Hiccup has already moved his life around his husband's, like a sun circling a planet. Moving the world shouldn't be a problem when it comes to him.]

I love you so much.

[ Jack's moans filter over the fingers that rub his lips apart, licking at knuckles with aching sighs of completion every time Hiccup's body reconnects with his own. Caged in by bent arms, he kisses him wherever he can and squeezes around a waist with lean, muscled thighs, helping to ride his husband. ]

I know, I know you would, I love you for that. I'd do the same, Hic, I'd freeze everything for you, the whole world.

[ He would become the Bad Guy for Hiccup if he needed to, it wouldn't matter. Jack grasps at shaggy auburn locks as they move as one, pulling him in with a heel digging under the seam of an cheek. It's a blistering kind of heat that fogs his higher-plane of thinking, reducing the winter spirit to simply yearning for his mate, Jack's voice cracking when sharpened teeth find his throat. ]

Yours, I'm yours ...

I know you would. And I'd follow you.

[The comment sends a chill down Hiccup's spine - a wonderful chill, but a chill nonetheless. His teeth nip and suck at the throat underneath his mouth, intent on leaving marks there like the ones on his inner thigh. Growls rumble up from his chest, possessive in tone but loving nonetheless as his cock continues ramming into his husband, letting the heel sitting at his ass guide him back in every time.

With the furs cushioning his knees, it's easy to keep fucking his mate at this nice pace. Hot breath wisps over Jack's neck, one of his hands pulling away from its place near the other spirit's head and wrapping around his cock, thumb starting to roll over the head as his other fingers curl around the length. His lips graze along a jaw, then pecks at a cold mouth as he knots.]

Mnh...ah gods Jack...

[ Hums morph into growls of his own as they fuck, stifled gasps knocked out of him again and again, nails running down his husband's back. It feels like nothing Jack has ever known to let Hiccup take him, melting his ice and turning him into a shameless whore with legs never spread wide enough and cries of a single name mingled with pleas for More, more, yes, fuck me, yes. He knows what Hiccup likes, most importantly, and tightens up as a knot starts to form so he can feel the way Jack wants so badly to belong to him, to be mated with, that he can't pull him deep enough. ]

Hiccup, Hiccup, oh, Hic ... [ Jack's hips buckle into a hand, his hips caught between grinding back over a knot to try and lodge Hiccup as far as possible past his entrance and rocking up into a fist that makes his expression break into helpless pieces. ] Oh, God, God, Hic! Fill me up like that, yes, yes!

[He loves the feeling of those nails down his back, the sound of his name being called by his mate in a series of wanton moans. His knot settles into its space, claimed long ago and reclaimed just now, the feeling of Jack's insides squeezing around his length making his head throw back, auburn tresses falling down his shoulders, mouth open slightly.

Hiccup's pace slows to a rock, unable to do much else without tearing his husband to shreds. His dick remains trapped in there by a slick dampness, walls clamping down on him and his own knot, making him push against that spot that will leave his winter sprite little more than a quivering mess.]

Like this, Jack? Is this how you want it?

[His hand swivels around a cold cock, pumping as his free had finds Jack's chest and splays across it, leaning in and down to capture Jack's lips in a strong kiss, grazing along his cheek and letting hot breath ghost across his skin after.]

I'm gonna come, I won't last. [ He cries out as he grinds over Hiccup's long, scaled cock with urgent bucks, tear-tracks running down his temples as his own erection starts to twitch and spasm with the force of a knot pressing him so widely open and a thick crown rubbing so forcefully over his prostate, whimpers pouring into the kiss apologetically. ] Don't let me come, don't let me, I don't wanna do it yet.

[ It's been too long since he had this, mad for it and rubbing his forehead against a cheek as he trembles. ]

M-Make it fast. Please. [ His teeth find the tip of a pointed ear and bite down demandingly as he groans. ] Don't hold back, be rough with me.

As my husband wishes.

[Hiccup lets go of Jack's cock at the demand to not come, turning his head to press a kiss to a cheek as he feels his mate tremble in his arms. His hands take hold of hips, thumbs resting over a pelvis as he nuzzles against the side of Jack's head as his own hips snap forward, rolling to brush the thick head of his cock against Jack's prostate again and again.

The pace would almost be brutal if Hiccup didn't know when to pull back enough to lessen the impact, didn't know when to slow his thrusts down to a light grinding, pushing his dick as far as it would go. His balls slap against Jack's ass, and he rearranges Jack so that he can take him deeper, if possible. Draconic teeth bite at his bottom lip, drawing him in for a soul searing kiss.]

[ He loses the ability to form actual words as soon as Hiccup sets to fucking him into a mindless, Jack-shaped flame, ice completely dissolved into the furs and lilac blushes rising all over a lean body. The kiss is wet with happy tears as they move together, high-pitched noises shoved out of him quickly by the huge cock rutting into his ass, locked there almost indefinitely.

It turns out that Hiccup doesn't need to touch Jack's erection to make him come; it happens near-seamlessly and his expression hardly changes except for a stuttered note of relief and surprise. He spills thick cold waves over his own stomach as Hiccup pounds him, gripping auburn hair to keep their lips pressed together, and the orgasm doesn't stop when Jack's come thins out, not with Hiccup rubbing over his pleasure center in a channel that becomes tight enough for him to really need that extra force. ]

[He brings a hand up to brush at the tears spilling down cheeks, murmuring a shushing noise against lilac lips, swallowing each of those high pitched noises as he lips at Jack's mouth with lazy, soft kisses. He wants to peck each of those lilac blushes, revering his husband, but he's interrupted in the beginning of his quest by the sudden spill of cold come between them.

Hiccup presses a kiss to Jack's hair line at his temple, murmuring 'good boy' as his hips jerk effortlessly in a mindless rut. His cock slides along Jack's insides like it was made for him, wanton and wet and more than capable of keeping his knot in place, scales brushing sensitive areas.]

[ The praise touches him as deeply as their love-making, clinging to him as he continues to ride Hiccup's sizeable girth. Hushed, a nuzzle finds its way to the underside of a neck where he fastens a sucking, biting kiss to claim Hiccup in return, and Jack rakes his nails firmly enough down down a spine to leave angry red scratches for later. He smells of nothing but Hiccup, Hiccup and the nest, come and sex and sweat like he never had a life before tonight began. ]

O-One day, [ he gasps, his voice a ragged sigh of completion into an ear, ] I'm — I'm gonna f-figure out how to — ah! Ah.

[ Keening as scales stroke his walls without relent, Jack babbles quickly. ]

How to have your young. S-Somehow.

[ He isn't sure he wants to carry them himself, but he very much wants them to have a child purely of their own. They have forever to wait until mortal science catches up with magic to help them out; Jack can be patient. ]

[His nose smells the scent of sex and Jack and the nest and it sends a chill of nostalgia through him, remembering a time when the smell wouldn't go away, would be stuck to him until he bathed and they had sex again and again. He remembered days spent just laying here worshiping his husband in a lazy way, lipping his neck and drawing fingers up along his flesh, testing where he could leave lilac presses.

The nails make him hiss as he ruts mindlessly, his pace slowing when he hears that from his husband. For a moment Hiccup's face is nothing but shock and awe that Jack would want that, the emotions melting into a soft smile as he nuzzles his mate gratefully, pressing his forehead against a cool one.]

I can wait. It doesn't have to be right now, Jack.

[ His laughter is shaken by Hiccup's thrusts, even slowed, and he nuzzles back lovingly, giving him more nails clawing tracks down his shoulders to help Hiccup speed back up. ]

Obviously, but some day.

[ He drops back against the furs and drapes his arms around his head, offering him his neck with an arch that rubs his crown of mussed hair against the furs. His ass is numb with pleasure, Jack's smile never leaving him for one moment, each swallow and lick of lips sending his throat working. ]

You feel so good, you always do ...

Someday.

[Someday there'll be the pitter patter of little feet around the den, Hiccup imagines with a smile, obeying the nails on his back and speeding up his thrusts again. Childish giggles followed by Jack's own laughter, his husband stopping to smile blissfully at him, exhilarated like he gets from playing with other children.

He tucks the thought away for now, concentrating on the task at hand. The neck offered to him looks tantalizing, and he leans down at the invitation to nip and suck along its length, his thrusts never slowing. Hiccup rotates his hips, brushing against that one spot as much as he can with the thick head of his cock.]

You feel amazing, Jack. Swallowing me up. You were made for me. Made for this.

[His release is abrupt, a nip to his neck before he bites down the only warning Jack is going to get as he comes. Thick ropes burst from his cock, flooding around it as he rocks over his husband.]

just hold on we're going home (for icy)

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