Reincarnated in How to Train Your Dragon and Hiccup is My Brother" Chapter 27 27 Astrid and Thor

Arriving at his cabin after a long day, Thor felt the comforting weight of Shiro in his arms. The cool evening air brushed against his skin as he stepped inside, closing the wooden door behind him. The scent of fresh pine and the faint crackling of the hearth greeted him warmly. Thor gently set Shiro down, watching as she stretched her wings lazily, her scales shimring softly in the firelight.

The sound of water splashing drew his attention. He found Astrid in the small but cozy kitchen, preparing their dinner with practiced ease. The aroma of roasted at and herbs filled the room, mingling with the crisp forest air drifting through the open window.

After a few minutes, Thor and Shiro both erged from the bathhouse, their bodies freshly cleansed. Steam clung to their skin as they walked towards the wooden table where Astrid was setting plates. Thor's gaze lingered on Astrid, who looked radiant in the soft glow of the firelight.

"Seems like I made the right choice in a wife," Thor said with a warm smile.

Astrid t his eyes and returned the smile, a playful spark lighting her features. "No, it was who made the right choice in a husband."

They sat down to eat, the al simple but satisfying, each bite shared between soft laughter and comfortable silence. The clinking of utensils against bowls was the only sound other than their voices.

After dinner, Astrid excused herself to take a bath, the warmth of the water soothing her tired muscles and refreshing her spirit. She moved with graceful ease, humming softly to herself. Once clean and dressed in comfortable clothes, she returned to the cabin's main room. There, she found Shiro, in her dragon form, resting peacefully on the spare bed.

Curious, Astrid turned to Thor, "Why does Shiro sleep like that after eating?"

Thor walked over and explained quietly, "Shiro always falls asleep after a al like that. It usually takes her a few hours to wake up."

Before Astrid could reply, Thor pulled her into a deep kiss. Their lips t with urgency and tenderness, the firelight casting flickering shadows across their faces. Astrid responded with equal passion, wrapping her arms around Thor's neck.

Slowly, Thor's hands moved to undo the ties and fastenings of Astrid's clothes, revealing her smooth, warm skin beneath. Their kisses deepened, tongues exploring, breaths mingling in the quiet room. Ti seed to slow as they lost themselves in each other.

Eventually, they broke apart, their foreheads resting against one another's, breaths heavy and mingled.

Astrid lay back onto the bed, naked and glowing, her skin still damp from the bath. The faint blush of warmth spread across her cheeks and shoulders, evidence of their shared passion. Thor's eyes darkened with desire as he looked down at her.

"You belong to ," he whispered firmly, his voice thick with emotion and want.

Gently, he traced the tip of his "tool" to the entrance of her "garden." A soft, urgent moan escaped from Astrid's lips.

"Nnh... Thor..." she breathed.

He entered slowly, feeling the tight, warm embrace of that sacred place. It was alive with warmth and pulse, as if the very universe were holding them in its grasp.

Thump.

The sound of skin eting skin echoed softly through the still room.

Thump... thump...

Each movent was a steady drumbeat in the depths of her sanctuary.

Astrid arched her back, her moans filling the air like music.

"Aaah... mmm... more... Thor..."

Her fingers dug into the sheets and the muscles of his back, desperate to feel more. Her legs wrapped tightly around him, hungry for connection, yearning to beco one.

Thump-thump-thump.

Deeper.

Harder.

Thor's "tool" pulsed with electricity, like lightning charging through her garden. Each thrust sparked cries and gasps full of need and pleasure.

"Nnh... Thor... don't stop... I want you... I love you..."

He bit gently at her neck, his hands exploring her firm breasts, while his motions grew more precise and intense.

Astrid tightened her grip, shivering with complete surrender.

"So deep... so warm..."

Thump!

Another powerful strike.

The bed creaked beneath their passion, the wood groaning under the force of their union. The rhythm did not falter — the thunder roared, blending with the symphony of moans and the heat between them.

Astrid cupped Thor's face with both hands, her eyes shining with love and desire.

"Make yours again... every ti..."

Thor t her gaze, his own eyes blazing with excitent and energy.

"You already are mine, Astrid... and I am yours."

With one final, shuddering thrust, their bodies tensed and released in a climax of light and heat — a mont where ti itself seed to pause.

They remained there, tangled and breathless, hearts pounding in unison as they caught their breath.

Later, lying together on the bed, Astrid resting her head on Thor's chest, and Thor's hands resting gently on her hips, he looked down at her peaceful face. She was asleep, exhausted from their shared love.

Thor smiled softly to himself, a thought crossing his mind: he might need to find more wives soon — Astrid's human body could not withstand such long nights repeatedly.

But he pushed the thought aside, pulling her closer as he closed his eyes and drifted into sleep.

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