Third Person Limited – Astrid
The cabin was quiet.
The fire still crackled in the hearth, but the warmth in the room had shifted. It was no longer comfort—it was tension. Heat. A storm brewing beneath skin and scale.
Astrid sat in silence, her hands clenched in her lap as she watched Hiccup move across the room. The way his claws flexed. The way his tail swayed behind him with controlled menace. The way he spoke of destruction not with regret—but with purpose.
The boy she once knew was gone.
And in his place stood something so much more... terrifying.
So much more alive.
She should've been horrified. She wanted to be horrified.
But she wasn't.
She was thrilled.
His words weren't just vengeance—they were truth. The world had wronged him. Berk had wronged him. She had wronged him. And now, he would burn it all down. Not for chaos.
For justice.
Astrid's breath came slower. He was right. They all deserved what was coming.
And Stoick...
Gods.
That man would break.
She felt a shiver crawl up her spine—and she welcomed it.
When Hiccup turned back toward them, she stood.
She walked toward him—slowly, deliberately—and stopped just a step away.
"I want to see it," she said softly.
He raised an eyebrow.
"The despair," Astrid whispered. "The ruin. The look on Stoick's face when he realizes he's lost everything. I want to see it all."
Luna stepped up behind her, her wings brushing Astrid's shoulder. Her breath was warm on Astrid's neck.
"And here I thought you'd cling to your guilt a little longer," Luna purred.
Astrid didn't look away. "I'm done feeling guilty. I already belong to you both. And I want to."
Hiccup smiled—slow and proud.
"My little storm's waking up."
Then he cupped her face and kissed her.
Not like before.
Not gentle. Not uncertain.
This was claiming.
Dominant. Fierce. Possessive.
Astrid melted into him, her hands gripping his shirt, her heart pounding like a war drum. His tongue tasted like smoke and hunger, and when he pulled back, her legs trembled.
But he didn't stop there.
He tilted her head.
And in a low, husky tone that made her thighs press together, he whispered—
"Once this little slaughter is done... I'm going to make sure neither you nor Luna can walk."
Astrid shuddered.
"But since I can't do that just yet..."
His voice dropped lower.
"I need to mark you now. So that everyone knows what I want them to know.... That you are mine."
Her breath hitched.
He leaned in—and bit.
His fangs sank into the soft flesh above her collarbone, and the pain was sharp—followed immediately by a wave of heat that made her knees buckle.
She cried out, not in protest—but pleasure.
And then Luna was there, grabbing her waist from behind, pulling her back against her chest. "Mine too," Luna growled—and bit into the opposite side.
Astrid whimpered, completely caught between them. Her mates. Her flames.
When they pulled back, blood trickled from each bite, but they glowed with faint embers—seared with magic. Proof.
Marks of belonging.
Marks of bonding.
Hiccup kissed her temple. "There. Now the world knows. You're ours."
Astrid looked between them, dazed and breathless.
And smiled.
"I wouldn't want it any other way."
As time passed.
The fire cracked softly.
The world outside was silent.
Inside the cabin, she sat between them—his flames. Hiccup on one side, Luna on the other. Both still glowing faintly from their hybrid forms, their claws lightly flexing, tails twitching with residual energy.
And Astrid... she was trembling.
Not from fear.
From something deeper.
Raw.
She could still feel their bites. One on each side of her collarbone. The pain was fading—but something else took its place. A warmth. A pulse, as if a tether now tied her to both of them.
She leaned against Hiccup's side, eyes half-lidded.
"I can still feel it," she whispered.
Hiccup turned toward her. "The bond?"
She nodded. "It doesn't hurt. Not anymore. It's... warm. Like..."
"Like fire that doesn't burn," Luna murmured, brushing a clawed hand along Astrid's side.
Astrid closed her eyes and exhaled. "I feel... anchored. Like I've stopped drifting."
Hiccup smiled faintly.
Then, with a low rumble in his throat, he leaned forward—and licked the blood from the mark he left.
Astrid gasped softly, the gesture shocking but intimate.
Luna mirrored him a moment later, turning Astrid's head and licking the opposite side. Her tongue was warm, gentle, and slow. Reverent.
A shiver ran down Astrid's spine.
She didn't pull away.
Didn't want to.
When the last drop of blood was gone, Luna trailed her claw lazily along Astrid's thigh and sighed.
"You're beautiful when claimed," she said simply.
Astrid blushed but didn't break eye contact.
For a rare moment, there was no tension. No plotting. No blood. Just the three of them. Breathing together. Existing.
But peace rarely lasted long with Luna.
Her tail curled around Hiccup's waist, tugging possessively. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
"Just don't forget," she purred, "who your first queen was, Alpha."
Her voice had heat—playful, but edged with challenge.
Hiccup turned toward her with a grin. "How could I? You bite harder."
"I do everything harder," she smirked.
To prove her point, her claws slowly trailed up his thigh, just enough to make him hiss through his teeth.
Astrid leaned forward between them, her smirk matching Luna's. "Should I be worried?"
Luna growled low in her throat. "Only if you plan on challenging me."
Astrid's grin widened. "No challenge. But once the war's done..."
She turned to Hiccup, eyes glinting.
"Let's see who leaves the deeper mark."
Hiccup laughed—a dark, pleased sound—and pulled her into his lap without warning.
She landed there with a small yelp, only to be caught in his arms and kissed again, rougher this time. Luna leaned in too, nipping at her ear, possessive and purring.
The bond wasn't just real.
It was alive.
And Astrid—their little storm—was ready to embrace every second of it.