Hello, readers! I decided to compile all of the requested Hijack fics I've written on Tumblr so that you guys could read them too if you aren't on Tumblr. I will update when I get a new request and write the fic.

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Requested by: Anonymous on Tumblr

Disclaimer: I don't own 'ROTG' or 'HTTYD'

The young man's blue hood flew from his white hair as he pushed his skateboard down the hill, the wind nipping at his skin. The late autumn air was refreshing and invigorating and only excited him more for what he was heading towards. He let out a laugh and swerved out of the way of a car barreling uphill towards him, horn blaring and curses pouring through the opened window.

"Free country!" he shouted to the retreating car as he increased his speed, adrenaline rushing to his head, pumping throughout his body.

Letting out a joyful holler, he turned into the parking lot and slowed a stop, jumping off his board and placing it under his arm. As he jogged towards the front entrance he pulled out his phone and checked the time.

Fifteen minutes early.

Hey, who could blame him for being excited?

He missed the kid.

He smiled as he pushed the door open and stale, warm air rushed over him. Crinkling his nose in disgust at the smell, he plopped down on a plastic, red bench nearby and watched the doors for his arrival. His smile crept into a smirk as he remembered the gangly kid who had stolen his heart a year ago. It had been hard keeping up with each other while he had spent the summer overseas with his father. When he had left, he had quoted as excuse, "'To grow into my Viking roots and become in touch with my inner manliness.'"

The young man laughed as he remembered the way his freckled nose had scrunched up at the thought. "Dad obviously doesn't understand that those traits are buried deep, deep, down," he had said, "well beyond my reach."

"Who knows? You might come back as the finest Viking specimen to date," the young man had teased.

Smiling at the memory, he checked the time again. 'Well', he thought, 'he's always had pretty bad timing.'

The white haired boy let out a sigh as he rested his skateboard across his chest and laid back on the bench, pulling his hood over his eyes to block out the glaring arcade lights and trying to drown out the loud chatter and hollers. He felt his eyelids drooping and struggled to stay awake, but he was unsure of how that battle faired when he jumped awake when a hand touched his shoulder.

A strangled yelp of surprise escaped lips as he flailed upwards, his skateboard clattering to the floor. He flinched at the sound as he stooped down and picked the fallen object up.

"Sorry," he mumbled as he scooted over to the far side of the bench to allow the person to sit.

A familiar chuckle filled his ears, and his blue eyes darted upwards to study the figure before him. The young man was easily his height, if not an inch or two taller. Shaggy auburn hair fell in styled clumps around a high brow and thick eyebrows. Strong chin and jaw line.

"Who the—" he began to ask until he met green eyes.

He knew those eyes. He knew that sparkle, that lurking mischief. But—

No. It couldn't be…

"Hiccup?" he asked cautiously.

The young man in front of him chuckled nervously, his lips twitching upwards in a lopsided grin. "Yeah."

"I—uh—well, damn," he stumbled out.

Hiccup's fingers slithered through his hair, rearranging it nervously. "C'mon, Jack. I haven't changed that much."

Jack smirked as he stood and hugged him. He pulled away, clamping his hands onto his shoulders and said, "Ya know, I was only teasing. I didn't expect you to come back looking like—well, that," he finished haphazardly, gesturing wildly.

"You just gestured to all of me," Hiccup responded, his lips twitching upwards.

"Precisely," the white haired boy responded as he pressed a light kiss to his lips. "C'mon," he said, pulling away and snatching up his skateboard. "Let's get our passes."

The two began their walk to the front desk.

"Did they renovate?" Hiccup asked, his green eyes darting all over.

"Yeah. Started about a week after you left, just finished a few days ago."

He nodded and they continued walking in silence, unsure of how to break the ice of being separating the past five months. They finally reached the counter and Jack pulled out his wallet to pay for Unlimited passes for them. A hand cut him off and the auburn said, "Let me."

"Fat chance," Jack retorted as he handed over the money and waited for the woman to grab the bands as well as a key to a locker for his skateboard.

"You two are cute," she said as she tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and pulled off the tab for one of the bands.

"What?" Hiccup asked as he held out his wrist.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she apologized as she readied the next one and wrapped it around Jack's wrist, "I just thought you two were—"

"We are," the white haired boy bit out.

"Oh, okay," she mumbled as her hands fell away. Less than a second later a smile was plaster on her face and she chimed as she handed over the key, "Remember to have the best day ever."

He nodded in acknowledgement and pulled Hiccup away. Silently, he opened the locker and slipped his board inside. Pocketing the key, he head towards the door outside with Hiccup at his heels. "What do you want to do first?" he asked. "Go-karts, mini-golf—"

"Jack?"

"Hmm?"

"You alright?"

"I'm fine. I just—just," he floundered as he ran a hand across his face to the back of his neck, "I don't know. I thought things would just click back into place, and now I'm being a dick. I don't know. I guess I just—"

His ramblings were cut short by firm lips pressing gently against his. He flinched back startled, but when the auburn began to pull back, his fingers took firm hold of the young man's strong upper arms and held him in place.

"Wow, 'Hic," he mumbled as he finally pulled back. "Never seen you so assertive before," he smirked.

Crooked grin spread across his face. "I could get used to it," was his response.

Jack laughed and turned from him. "Alright," he declared, clapping his hands together, "what do you want me to beat you in first?"

"Laser tag," the young man grumbled as he walked into the line. "I will win this."

His companion laughed as he stepped in line behind him. "Sore loser, Jack?" he asked.

"No," he bit out only causing another round of chuckles from Hiccup.

God, he had missed this. He had missed Jack. All those months away, he had never gone a day without thinking of the white haired young man who had fallen for him out of an entire school that ate from the palm of his hand. A part of him had worried that Jack would have moved on when he got back. It wouldn't have surprised him. What did he have? He was awkward, clumsy, and far too sarcastic for his own good. At most he was good in shop class, and he wasn't too bad of a drawer.

But, Jack.

Jack was the class clown, the prankster, the kid who didn't have to try to succeed in almost everything—especially when it came to athletics. Sure he annoyed the hell out of most teachers, but everyone enjoyed his company. Why wouldn't he have moved on from him?

But, here he was. Fuming over the fact that he had managed to beat him at go-karts and mini-golf. He let out a chuckle and blue eyes glared playfully at him.

The line moved forward until they were just about to go through. They both let out a huff as they leaned against the railing, waiting for the next game to begin.

"What are those white suits for?" Jack asked as he nudged Hiccup and gestured to behind the desk.

The auburn rolled his eyes. "For fun."

"But, who are they?

"Really, Jack?"

"What?"

"They're Stormtroopers."

"Who they hell are they?"

Hiccup blinked as he stared at his boyfriend. He sighed and shook his head, saying, "Next date you're coming to my house and we're watching 'Star Wars'."

"Nah. Where's the fun in that?"

"Where's the fun in shooting someone with a light in a dark room?"

"Well," Jack began, smirking.

"Ah, don't," Hiccup floundered as he clamped his hand over the young man's mouth. "Family center," he reminded him.

Jack only arched an eyebrow smugly, but he remained silent until they passed the gate into the briefing room. Once they had their vests on and guns in hand and the instruction video had played, the teen that was in charge stated to get into groups of eight.

Hiccup scooted closer to Jack but was pushed over to the other side. "Uh-uh, 'Hic. We're seeing whose going to win this."

"It's done by points. We can be on the same team."

The white haired boy, however, stood firm on his point.

Finally, the auburn was waiting in the dark room, gentle fog hovering in the air and gathering around his ankles. Black columns rose and intertwined around each other across the floor and up the ramps to the second floor. The side he was one was a vivid green while halfway down it abruptly changed to red. He jumped back as his vest buzzed announcing the game was on. He tightened his grip on the gun, the fingers of one hand pinching the buttons on the side of the muzzle of the gun while a finger from his other hovered over the trigger. He crouched down and moved across the floor.

His vest vibrated and announced he'd been shot. Biting back a curse, his eyes desperately searched around until he spied a bob a hair glowing in the black light. He chuckled as he aimed the gun at Jack and set off a stream of rapid fire shots at him.

He heard the young man curse as he ducked down.

"Watch your language," warned the teen.

Hiccup smirked as he slinked back to reload his ammo and head back out to find his boyfriend with the glowing hair. His eyes searched desperately but only managed to catch a glimpse here and there. He groaned and bit back curses as he felt his vest vibrate once, twice...

'Where is he?'

His eyes narrowed in on one figure amongst the others that pushed himself off the floor and rolled behind a black wall, positioning his gun through one of the holes.

The young man smiled as he backtracked and dashed to the second floor. He peered down and spied the hunched form beneath him. Smiling, he let out a shout of victory as he assailed the figure's vest with shots. The figure yelped and jumped up and arched his neck backwards. Even in the dim light, Hiccup could make out the smirk that danced across thin lips. The figure ducked and began to run towards the ramp despite the warnings of no running.

Not ready to be beaten now, the auburn laughed and dashed across the second floor to the ramp, weaving through the columns and avoiding the small kids who sped around screeching in glee. He slowed to a stop at the corner of the ramp and spied Jack making his way up. He let out another yell as he jumped out and began shooting.

The blue sweater clad figure flinched and began to retreat until Hiccup's gun hitched.

Damn. He was out.

Turning around he hightailed it out of there, running from the shout of, "You're getting it now, 'Hic!"

He skidded off the ramping, clamping onto the railing and spun himself into the right direction as he dashed across the room. Panting, he pressed his back against a column and looked back in time to see Jack jump over the railing of the ramp, his ankle roll and twist beneath him before he crumpled to the floor in a yelp of pain.

"Jack!" he shouted as he vaulted himself over to the downed figure. He wrapped his arms around the slender young man and pulled him upright, leaning him against the side of the ramp. He let go and moved to look at his ankle. He peeled back brown pants to reveal an already swelling joint and darkening skin.

"Oh, this is great," he mumbled as pulled the pant leg back down.

"Not helping, 'Hic," Jack hissed out as he tried move his foot.

"I thought I was supposed to be the clumsy one," Hiccup said as he stood up, his eyes searching for the teen in charge and not realizing that his gun lay on the floor right underneath his foot. As his weight came down on it, he flinched back before it could crack which resulted in him toppling down and sprawling across the injured boy's torso.

The torso began to shake with laughter as the young man responded, "Hate to break it to you, but you still are."

"I don't know what I'm going to do with you," he rebutted as he pushed himself up and sat next to his boyfriend.

Jack shrugged his shoulders as he pushed his fingers through his hair. "Put up with me."

"Eh," he mumbled as he cocked his head in mock thought. "I'm sure someone else is better suited for the job," he nodded as if reassuring himself of that point, his eyes darting away to search for the teen again.

A long fingered hand cupped his cheek and pulled his attention back to the injured young man. Blue eyes sparkled with frailty as Jack said earnest, "But I don't want anyone else."

"Good," Hiccup responded as he leaned over, pressing his forehead against his. "'Cause I don't want to be replaced."

The white haired boy smirked as he arched his neck and pressed his lips to the auburn's. Long fingers entwined in dark hair, pulling the well chiseled face closer. Strong fingers pulled at the neck of the sweatshirt, reaching desperately for the tender skin beneath as they gripped ahold of the other's neck. The two clung to each other desperately until a cleared throat interrupted them.

They reluctantly pulled away to face a teen with a very bored look plastered on her face. She stooped down and wrapped one of Jack's arms around her shoulders and helped Hiccup pull him to his feet. As she guided them out of the room, she said, "We're going to have to ask you to leave."

"Why?" Jack demanded. "Don't like me and my boyfriend?"

"No," the teen spat, her temper as fiery as her hair. "You ignored the supervisor's warnings."

"Oh," came the simple reply and the auburn laughed as his boyfriend's lips pursed tightly in embarrassment.

Once they had reached the briefing room, he stated that he could handle it from here and let the teen get back to her job. He got himself out of his vest and then took Jack's off.

"That didn't go so well," the white haired boy mumbled as he pulled the hood of his sweater over his head.

"Nah," the auburn responded as he pushed the material off and wrapped the young man's arm around his shoulder. "It was fun."

"Really?"

"Yeah," he said with a chuckle as he led him back to the lobby. "We finally learned how far you're willing to go to prove a point."

The young man laughed in response.

"Now, how about we get your skateboard and I finally introduce you to 'Star Wars'?"

"Sounds great," Jack said, a smile pulling at his lips.

"Good," Hiccup responded as he leaned over a pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

He was glad to be back home.

He was glad to be with Jack.

And Jack felt the same.