This is not my first fic, but it is my first Frostcup. Forgive the "Quotes". I wrote this on a tablet, with a app. In a cave, with a box of scraps!
Warnings: BoyxBoy is obvious. Highschool AU. Possible random Disney and Dreamworks cameos.
The sixteenth year of Hiccup Haddock
Chapter one:Winter, with Jack
It was cold. In fact it was downright freezing that evening, as Hiccup Horrendous Haddock dragged a wagon of art supplies through the practically frozen snow, which had just stopped falling a few minutes ago. Ms. Ana, his overzealous art teacher, (who was so enamored with people's mouths that she was sometimes called Tooth) had insisted he wait out the white stuff after he had stayed behind after school, working on plans for the school mural.
Hiccup and his father had moved to Burgess from Berk when Hiccup was only nine years old. Hiccup had spotted the differences between the two towns quickly, the people of Burgess seemed smaller, the food wasn't as tough, and winter in Burgess was pretty, and practically worshiped.
Burgess was the home of the world's most famous department store, St. North's . The owner, Nicholas , was the richest man in the area. His store was famous for its window displays and doorbuster deals. Nicholas, dubbed North by the townspeople, was known for his holiday parties and his uncanny resemblance to Santa Claus. And then there was his adopted son….
Jackson Overland. He was seventeen years old, and better known as Jack Frost for his bleach white hair and love for winter. He was star of the Burgess high school lacrosse team and had a reputation as a class clown. Jack was treated like royalty. There wasn't a person in town who didn't know happy-go-lucky, carefree, most likely to be Prom king Jack.
Which is why Hiccup was confused when he saw Jack, covered in snow and half frozen, hugging his knees under a tree in the park. Hiccup walked past him at first but then turned, after seeing a familiar blue hoodie. Jack was strangely still, staring forward. He was pale, more so than usual.
Hiccup swallowed hard. He could only think of two options: mind his business and mind his business. But, there was something about the look on Jack's face…
Hiccup sighed, he dropped the handle of the wagon and walked off the stone path, onto the snow covered grass and beneath the tree.
He knelt down to Jack's level.
"Um….Hey." He scratched his woolen beanie covered head. " I don't know what this thing your doing is, but you have to stop. I'm pretty sure you're gonna freeze to death, and I don't think the park ranger will appreciate it when he has to move your frozen corpse."
Jack blinked then, his eyes slowly assessing Hiccup's face. He knew this boy. He had seen him before. In the hallways maybe? Did they share a class? Jack never paid attention to his classmates. He only considered them to be a audience for his shenanigans.
Who was this guy again? His eyes were a deep green, with flecks of gold. His hair was a dark brown. Jack noticed a streak of blonde poking from under his green hat. And his face: Freckles. That was the best description his half frozen brain could offer. Then he realized the boy was talking again.
Hiccup held out his hand. "So, how about you go home now, huh?"
Jack narrowed his eyes at him. Through his chattering teeth, he managed a "N-No…N-Not…home."
"Oh…kay.."Hiccup retracted his hand for a moment, opening and closing it repeatedly. "Then I guess you can come to my house instead." He held out his hand again. "Come on."
Jack tried glaring at him. Something about the look on this kid's face, the way he furrowed his brow, those insistent freckles…
Jack placed his hand in Hiccup's, who grinned instantly, and Hiccup stood, pulling Jack up with him.
'He's strong, for a string-bean.'
"I don't live to far from here…" Hiccup said.
Jack shivered, the warmth of this boy's hand contrasted greatly with the cold of his own. Then he suddenly let go,grabbing the handle of a wagon. Jack reached for his hand for a moment. Hiccup, oblivious to this, moved forward.
'What the hell am I doing?'
It wasn't long until they had reached the Haddock residence. It was a large house, more appropriate for it's owner than Hiccup. Hiccup glanced back at Jack as they walked through the foyer. He removed his coat, hat, and boots. "Hang on." Hiccup said, walking further into the house. "I'll go get you a change of clothes."
Jack removed his shoes and followed him through the foyer, stopping in the living room. Beneath his feet was a plush cream carpet. The room was large, complete with a large fireplace, a set of leather couches, and a wall mounted big screen. A light fixture shaped like a ship was hanging from the ceiling. There were hints of old world flair spread across the room: a large axe on the wall, and a horned helmet above the mantel.
Hiccup walked up the stairs. Jack heard a soft mewing. "Hey bud." Hiccup said, scooping up his cat, Toothless. He walked down the hall, towards the master bedroom. 'My clothes are probably too small, and Dad's might be too big.' He dug through his father's older things, looking for a shirt he accidentally shrunk. After finding a pair of sweats, Hiccup headed back to the living room.
"My Dad won't be back for a while, so you can…" Hiccup dropped the clothes. Jack had passed out, and was lying in the middle of the floor.
"Jack!" Hiccup grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. "Jack wake up!" He felt for a pulse, and touched his forehead. "Well, at least you're breathing. You still have to get out of these clothes though."
Hiccup leaned Jack's head against the couch. He was out cold.
"Okay, I can do this." He began pulling Jack's hoodie over his head.
Toothless wandered into the room and began watching from the other sofa. "Mew?"
'This is perfectly normal.' Hiccup told himself. 'You are stripping down Jack Frost, local living legend. If he wakes up, you calmly explain that you are trying to help him, not molest him.'
With the hoodie off, Jack had on a wife-beater, underwear (most likely),pants, and socks.
Jack groaned as Hiccup took the undershirt off him, and Hiccup froze. "Uh..Jack…you're going to catch a cold in these clothes so…uh…"
Jack cracked an eye open and looked at him for a moment before leaning his head back and closing his eyes. Hiccup frowned. 'Either he's used to people undressing him or he just doesn't give a damn.'
His eyes rested on the silver buckle of Jack's belt. Hiccup bit his lip.
'Getting into Jack Frost's pants. This is definitely not what I planned to do with my Friday night.'
Eventually Hiccup mustered the courage to remove the rest of Jack's clothes, trying hard not to stare and looking as red as a tomato. When he was done putting Jack in his father's things, Hiccup grabbed sheets from the hall closet, a pillow off his own bed, and set up a pseudo bed on the couch. He half dragged Jack off the floor and onto the couch, tucking him in and turning the light off.
"This is what you do in this situation, right?"
Hiccup asked no one in particular, as he ascended the stairs.
Hiccup plopped onto his bed, exhausted. Toothless jumped onto the bed, kneading a spot on the comforter before curling up to sleep. Hiccup's eyes drooped. "I think you have the right idea Toothless." He tugged off his shirt and pants, got under the covers and drifted off.
Next chapter soon.