When Will he be home? ~
Jack's POV ~ He left me... five years and he still hasn't come home...~ End of POV.
Everyday for the last 1,825 days, Jack Frost had been away from his true love. The boy who left was called to lead a war between the Outcasts and other wild dragons. He was fifteen when he left. 'When will he be back,' Jack wondered,'When will Hiccup come home?' Jack walked through the forest; he had traced their steps. Jack and Hiccup had known each other ever since Hiccup was a child. Jack remembered that day so well. He found Hiccup sitting against a tree, he had his head in his knees and his arms wrapped around his legs. His eyes were red and watery. Jack comforted the boy and took him home. Then the winter spirit started visiting the kid everyday just to make sure he was alright.
Soon, the spirit began to have strong feelings for the young Viking boy. Not just as a friend but... something more. But then came the day that war broke out between the boy's village and another. The boy was fifteen when he returned from that war. Yet, in that same year, the war between the Outcasts and their dragons had merely begun. Now here Jack was, spreading his winter to the boy's village, five years later and the young Viking still hadn't come home.
Suddenly, Jack heard the sound of cheering and praise. Jack could see the village chief come out to greet the returning heroes. Then Jack heard a villager shout to the chief, "Stoick, we've claimed victorious and he's home! Your son is home at last!" Jack followed the people to the docks. There, they greeted a rather short man with a ram's helmet, a pair of twins with dragons teeth which hung around their necks. A rather roundish man with a small helmet upon his head and a large belt around his waist, a woman with long blonde hair which was in a fish braid and she wore a leathered fur coat. Then lastly, a man who wore about five belts on one piece of armor, and he wore a helmet which covered most of his face except his eyes which looked of a shade of an emerald forest green.
They were dismounting backs of dragons as the people cheered that the heroes had come back home victorious over their battle. Jack was confused, he remembered most of the heroes, except, the man who had the face covering helmet. He just couldn't remember who had the same eye color such as this hero did.
He noticed that the blonde haired woman walked up to him. "Well, long time no see Jack," she smiled, brushing some strains of hair out of her face. "Hey Astrid," Jack beamed back at her. "You know, there's someone I know who would just love...to see you," Astrid said with a smirk." Astrid, I really-" "Hey Hamish!" She interrupted. The man with the five belted armor came over to them and took off his helmet.
Jack froze.
As Jack stared at the man who smiled boldly at him, he had a flashback. A black and white image of a fifteen year old boy came to his head. The boy was skinny with scrawny legs and fish bone like arms. He head was topped with a mess of auburn hair, his face dotted with freckles which Jack could count all day long. A button nose at the center of his face. His eyes which resembled two green crystallized roses, glimmered in the sunlight. And finally, a rather dorky sided smile which always made Jack laugh. Could this man be his Hiccup?
Jack hadn't noticed that Astrid left the two of them alone until the man pulled Jack close to his chest and whispered, "Oh Thor, you have no idea how long it's been Jack...". Jack couldn't answer because a pair of warm, tender, thin lips pushed against his icy, pale, chapped ones. Once their lips parted, Jack stared deeply into the older man's eyes as he said, "It's been to long... Hiccup." ~
Fin ~