I truthfully don't think there is any plot in this what-so-ever and I apologize for everything.

So Jack is in a band called Jack Frost and The Guardians and Hiccup hates that band but ends up getting dragged into a concert and stuff happens.

I don't own either of the boys, I just made up this fanfic.

Rating: I'm going to say M but it's a very, very soft M cause, I'm sorry, but I cannot write full on porn and I applaud those who can.

"This is the worst thing you have ever dragged me into," Hiccup muttered. He pushed past sweaty bodies of twenty-something year olds, already drunken college students and possible teenagers, and even the occasional tween accompanied by a doe-eyed parent. He was with his best friend and the person to bring him to his cruel fate of standing in a convention center, waiting to get to their seats. "How did you manage to get me here again?" Is someone not wearing deodorant or are they selling Taco Bell nearby? Seriously this is disgusting.

Toothless grinned, holding up his VIP pass from around his neck. "I won two front row seats and a private meet up with Jack Frost from Jack Frost and The Guardians on the radio. Remember, you were there when I made the call." He was much taller than Hiccup with darker skin and wild electric green eyes. His hair would make any woman jealous, long and the color of midnight, straight as a pin. "You were the only one who could make it today and I wasn't about to go alone." His attire for the night was a ragged tank and some jeans with a few too many holes in them. But then again that seemed to be the only style he knew.

"Right," Hiccup sighed. Why do I have to baby him? Toothless had followed him relentlessly throughout school, whining and begging for him to come. It didn't help they were roommates in an apartment and he had to fall asleep to his guilt tripping scenarios. "I just don't see why we couldn't have just sold the tickets and just saved the money for something better." He crossed his arms and tried to step out of the way of a guy moving past. It smelled of vomit and beer already and the show hadn't even started.

He wasn't excited as Toothless was for various reasons. One: he had a paper due Monday and there was no way he was going to get any sleep. Two: he wasn't a big drinker nor did he really like the taste of alcohol (they were both underage still anyways). Three: his taste in music varied, but it never ever came close to Jack Frost. He hated his sound, his over hyped beats. It was all just too much.

So he stood next to Toothless, lips pursed and arms crossed. He stood out from the crowd who was all dressed to dance and party. With a plaid shirt unbuttoned and some baggy jeans to hide his prosthetic, he looked like the unhappiest person in the whole building. And for all he knew it was true. "This is getting tiring and I'm not going to stand for the whole entire concert." Toothless just gave him a tired look and he shrugged. "I'm sorry but I can't just force myself to enjoy this crap you call music." I don't see how anyone could. But then again, here we are.

"Look Hic, you're my best friend and the only one to agree to come so please don't ruin this night for me." The taller boy frowned, looking down at his friend. Hiccup ran a hand through his shaggy, brunette hair, tugging on the small braid under his right ear. It was his signature hairstyle that he decided looked better than nothing. "I promise I'll help you out the next time you need something."

"Alright, alright," he huffed. I really, really need to stop babying him. Toothless grinned and squeezed his shoulder painfully hard. "Just don't expect me to get overjoyed or anything." Another squeeze and he rolled his eyes. The line finally started moving and they began to filter into their seats. That meant the two college boys had to go down close to ten different flights of stairs to reach the bottom pit where their seats were, directly in front of center stage. They finally dropped into their chairs, kicking their feet out in front of them.

Thirty to forty-five minutes later, the lights in the convention center dimmed. The slow beat of a drum filled the air and Hiccup's teeth were chattering, the base shaking his seat. Fog flowed from the stage and he coughed, covering his mouth with his sleeve as lasers of all different colors danced in front of them before stopping in the center of the stage. Slowly, a figure rose from the floor, a fist in the air and a guitar slung over his shoulder. "How's everyone in Berk doing tonight?!"

Hiccup frowned. Now the torture begins. Jack Frost was now up and out, all lights on him as he searched the crowd with his vibrant sapphire eyes. His denim vest did little to cover his bare chest and multiple tattoos. Tight jeans were low on his hips, enough to show a trail of hair leading down to where Hiccup assumed was every girl's dream. He was pale and his hair was shaved so he had a very messy mohawk, dyed white while the sides of his head were a natural brown. And of course, there were the multiple piercings along his ears, winking in the lights above.

The two other band members were a very muscular man behind the drums, gray hair shining with sweat already. Black, ink like tattoos scrawled across his skin as he meticulously worked with his sticks. He had a very grim looking smile as he beat down on a drum, foot tapping to a fast pace rhythm.

On base was a woman, smaller than the two of them, but she had twice as much energy. Her hair was a rainbow, feathers dangling from the ends as she whipped her head to and fro. He outfit was almost as bright as her hair, skirt swirling with every turn she made.

All together they were a show for the ages, with all their sounds and looks. Everyone was into it except Hiccup who sat with a frown, slumping in his chair. That is until Jack looked down at him, directly at him, and flashed one of the most dazzling smiles the freckled teen had ever seen. A girl behind him must have assumed he was looking at her because she screamed and reached out, hand smack Hiccup in the head. He snapped out of his trance and figured Jack probably was looking at the girl. Stupid, he thought to himself, what the hell could I possibly be thinking.

Toothless was standing, hands thrown into the air as he shouted along with the first song. He tugged at Hiccup's sleeve and motioned for him to stand. "Come on, at least have fun," he said loudly. Hiccup held up a hand and he gave him a disappointed look before turning his attention back to the band. Throughout the rest of the concert Jack never looked back at Hiccup's section, though it felt like he was always watching.

Toothless was claiming to vomit as he bounced on the leather couch they were sitting on. After the show the two made their way back stage, flashing their VIP passes around. They were ushered into a small room filled with room temperature cheese cubes and flat soda. "I swear Hic; I really am going to vomit."

"If you vomit I will personally murder you in this room with cheese cubes," he said without wavering. "Seriously, watching a two hour concert and all we get is some nasty food and a dark room to sit in. If this is how they treat all their VIP guests, I can't wait to see how they treat everyone else." He's probably off having groupie sex in one of the bathrooms around here.

"You do know the band does a lot of charity work too, right? They're actually very nice people." Toothless leaned against the arm rest, pushing his hair from his face. "They're not as bad as you make them out to be."

He shrugged, crossing his legs. "Call me cynical. I just don't like them, I know you do and that's great. Once this night is over I am going to sleep and permanently wiping this from my memory." His skin was sticky from the humidity of the convention center and he was severely tired. "When is he even getting here? It's been an hour and no one has shown up."

The door opened and Toothless nudged him, smiling. Jack sauntered in as if he hadn't seen them and went over to the food, sniffing around before making a face. He finally just poured himself some warm soda and fell in between them, throwing his free arm behind Hiccup's head. "So how did you like the concert?" He asked, sipping his drink. "Did I look good?"

"Oh," Toothless was speechless for a moment. "Oh wow you guys were amazing!" He was beginning to talk faster which meant he was excited. Hiccup had seen him like this before when a new song came out. "I-I'm Toothless by the way. Like, I love all your songs you have no idea! I even have all your CDs with the bonus tracks and everything."

Jack threw his head back and laughed. "Well thank you Toothless. I'll be sure to tell the guys about that." He turned to Hiccup and eyes gave off a cocky glint as they stared each other down. "And what about you lumber jack? You didn't look like you were enjoying the show."

"So you noticed?" He raised an eyebrow, clearly annoyed by the new nick name. Let's get this over with. "My name is Hiccup by the way and sorry but I don't like your music." Jack's smile seemed to twitch. "I only came here because my friend asked me to." Toothless glared at him but he ignored it. "I have a paper due and I need to work on it so could we just hurry this up a bit."

Silence ensued for a few minutes before Jack finally regained his composure. "Ah, so college kids. I skipped out on college, went straight to music. What're you majoring in?" He leaned forward slightly. Hiccup noticed though he looked sweaty, he smelled like winter. Fresh and pure.

Toothless rubbed the back of his head, shy. "I'm majoring in engineering. I hope one day to work with planes and things like that." Jack nodded, giving off a generic compliment that Hiccup wasn't paying attention to. "And Hiccup is majoring in art with a minor in literature."

"Look at you two being all smart." The white haired male stretched and Hiccup felt like they were too close. Their knees almost touching and the room was too hot for him. "Well maybe it's because of all that literature that your friend here doesn't like my music. Since he reads all those fancy poems and stories. I'm not good enough." His arm seemed to curl closer to Hiccup's neck and the hairs on his body stood. "Right lumber jack?"

Hiccup bristled and would have bared his teeth if he could. "Anyone with half a brain would find your music to be distasteful," he blurted. Toothless looked hurt and he bit his lip. "Sorry," he coughed, "I'm just exhausted. Sorry for taking up your time." Jack watched him carefully, his grin tilting just to the right. "You know what, I'm just going to get going, you two can keep chatting." Jack's presence was offsetting and made his stomach curl. Something about the star was making him nervous.

Toothless' eyebrows came together as he stood. "How are you going to get home? I drove us here."

"I'll take the bus," he mumbled. I'm not staying here with someone like him. Gathering his things, he couldn't meet Jack's eyes. "I'll text you when I get back to the apartment." Toothless stood and grabbed his wrist, willing him to stay. "Look," he lowered his voice, "obviously this isn't my thing and you two would probably have an easier time talking without me."

"Do you even have your key?" The darker boy frowned as Hiccup sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Why don't you just stay and-"

"If I may be so kind," Jack broke in. "I can actually drive you." Toothless brightened and Hiccup seemed to shrink away. "Toothless I'm sure Tooth and Bunnymund would love to chat with you while I drive him." He stood with his body moving fluidly as he shoved his hands into his back pockets. "I'd actually love to get some fresh air."

Hiccup was about to protest but Toothless looked at him sternly. "Just go Hic; I'd actually feel a lot safer if you went with someone." Toothless was very protective of him, ever since they were little and he had his accident. He was always clinging to the smaller teen no matter where they went. "Please? I'll give you my key."

With a dark glare and a tired sigh, Hiccup looked away. "Alright, whatever." Toothless finally released his arm and pulled out the key. He snatched it away and shoved it into his pocket, moving back as Jack approached. "I'm guessing you're not supposed to drive me but you're going to do it anyways." The way his blue eyes glinted made Hiccup's stomach set on fire, burning up and into his lungs. Of course, your bad-boy image must remain intact. "Well aren't we a rebel," he muttered dryly.

"Without a cause, maybe." Jack shrugged and motioned for them to follow as he slipped out the door.

"You owe me double," Hiccup growled. He jabbed a finger into Toothless' chest and the taller boy nodded. "Maybe even triple."

"Okay Hic, calm down and go," he urged. "You're so paranoid."

He frowned, marching after Toothless . "I have a good reason to be!"

"You know I bet your boyfriend would like it a lot more if you smiled once in a while." Jack tapped his hands to the song playing on the radio while Hiccup pushed himself deeper into his seat.

"He's not my boyfriend," he said tightly. "He's my friend. We've known each since we were little." Toothless was currently talking with Bunnymund (drummer and self-named badass) and Tooth (base player and girlfriend to self-named badass). Jack snuck past their manager Mr. North and assistant Sandy, grabbing a set of keys to one of their rental cars. Now Hiccup was crammed into his seat giving him directions to their apartment complex. "I only came with him because no one else would." And now I'm stuck with an asshole like you. What a night.

"So you were a pity date?" The singer nodded, pulling up to a red light. In the dimness of the car, his skin looked translucent as if he were a ghost. When his eyes fell on Hiccup's face, he gave a smirk. "Are you staring at me because of my incredulous looks?" He asked slyly, raising a peppered eyebrow. "I'd bet I would make a better boyfriend than Toothless."

Hiccup scoffed. "Don't make me laugh."

"Why not? I'm sure you would look better if you smiled. Like I said earlier." Silence swelled and the radio seemed to quiet. "So might I ask why you don't like our music or me for that matter?"

"Is your image really that important to you?" Hiccup leaned an elbow against the door, giving a haughty look to the white haired boy. "Seriously, do you ever not think about yourself?" Jack just glanced at him out of the corner of his eye as he drove. "I just don't like your type of music, it's all so fast paced and the chorus is pretty much the same lines over and over again. I understand that's what most music is but a lot of your songs are just about one night stands and sex." He shrugged and looked out his window at the cars passing by. "I feel like everything now is about that. Whatever happened to the poems about loving someone from far away? Or wanting to be with someone forever?"

Jack seemed to think this over, scratching his jaw. "I have written songs like that before, but they were just never right for the band." He waved a hand through the air. "If you listen to some of our songs the one night stands actually have a lot more emotion than you think. They're about wanting to see that person again and be with them but they can't meet again."

"So they're about your girlfriend?"

"Don't have one."

Hiccup looked shocked. "Boyfriend?"

Now the singer grinned. "Are you flirting with me Hic?" Hiccup was irked by him using his nickname Toothless gave him but it was better than 'lumber jack'.

"Sorry," he laughed, "you aren't my type." They pulled in to the parking lot of the apartment complex and Hiccup unbuckled himself. As did Jack. "Wait, what're you doing?"

"I'm making sure you get in safely," he said. Hiccup shouted but he was already out of the car, waiting for the smaller teen. "Don't worry; I'm not going to attack you."

Hiccup pulled out his (Toothless') apartment key and started for the stairs. "Bad publicity?" Maybe he's not the biggest asshole around.

Jack followed, shivering slightly since he hadn't changed at all. He was still wearing his outfit from the concert and Hiccup was surprised he didn't attract more attention to himself. They got inside and Hiccup dropped his things on the small kitchen counter, watching as Jack wandered around aimlessly. It was a small apartment, one bedroom one bathroom with a kitchen and living room. Just enough space for the two friends. "Wow, it's clean. Must be from you." The freckled teen wasn't about to comment since it was true. He was always cleaning up after Toothless.

Without warning, Jack was gone from his sight and he panicked. "Jack?" He ran through the tiny apartment, almost tripping on his prosthetic when he heard the strum of a guitar. Swearing under his breath he barged into his and Toothless' bedroom. Jack was perched on his bed, acoustic guitar in his arms as he played a slow melody. "What in hell are you doing?" He asked, clenching his hands. "You can't just walk into other people's rooms and touch their things!" Just because he's famous he thinks he can do whatever he wants. I stand to correct myself on the biggest asshole thought.

It was easy to tell whose side was whose. Toothless had a bunch of different posters of bands (mainly Jack Frost and The Guardians) as well as clothes thrown around haphazardly. Hiccup's side was much neater, bed perfectly made and books neatly stacked on a small bookshelf.

"Is this your guitar?" He patted it, creating a hollow echo. Hiccup shook his head, still trying to be angry at him. Jack hummed a tune and began to play again, his fingers moving over the wires with great dexterity. "I bet your boyfriend was too shy to tell me he sang. So an artist and a musician living together," he said absently.

Hiccup didn't fight him on the boyfriend comment and just stood there, rubbing his arms as he glared at Jack. He felt exposed when other people were in his room, touching his things. It was his place (as well as Toothless') and it was just weird to have others intrude on it. But seeing Jack sitting on his bed, he didn't feel anything.

"You remind me a lot of someone I know," Jack said after a long bout of silence. He started playing a slow melody, his voice rising from his throat gently.

Emma I'm sorry

Sorry for everything

Emma understand

Please hear me sing

Emma Emma

Come back and see

What we truly, truly could possibly be

Jack stopped singing, his voice wavering away. It was different than how he sang with his band. Softer and broken as his voice dropped to a low key. Hiccup was utterly at a loss for words, his mouth opening just slightly. Jack looked up and grinned almost shyly. "That was part of a song I scrapped a while ago. I told you not all my songs are about sex or a one night stand, but you can see why it wouldn't work with my band."

"I thought you said you didn't have a girlfriend?" Hiccup sat opposite to him on Toothless' bed. For some reason his anger dissipated after he had finished singing.

"I don't," the singer shrugged. He put down the guitar and tilted his head slightly. "I wrote it for my sister after we broke apart." Hiccup looked away, feeling like he was trespassing on a secret. Jack didn't seem to mind speaking more, though it looked like it was causing him pain. "Our parents died in a freak winter accident and my sister blamed herself. She moved away to a different town and goes to college now, an artist like you." Their eyes met and Hiccup swallowed loudly. "I tried to contact her but she's still so afraid I'll hate her. Every concert we have I invite her hoping she'll show up, but she never does." He folded his hands in front of him and shook his head. "I don't even know why I'm telling you this," he said through a weak laugh. "You obviously don't care."

Hiccup pulled up his left pant leg, showing his prosthetic to Jack. "No, I understand," he whispered. No, I shouldn't be telling him this. Something was compelling him and he couldn't seem to stop it. "I lost my mother in a car accident when I really young, Toothless was the one to save me. Got my leg cut off as well but the biggest loss was her." His words wouldn't stop and his face burned, shoving his pant leg back down. "N-Not that it really matters to you though." Why is it so easy to talk to you? To tell you things I've never told anyone else.

Jack stood, going over to him slowly. "You know throughout the whole concert I couldn't stop looking at you." His voice was low and Hiccup had to strain to hear him over the pounding in his chest. "Everyone was screaming and yelling for my attention but you were hiding from me. You didn't want to be noticed." They were so close, Jack leaning over him, slim yet muscular arms boxing Hiccup against the bed. "Something about you just bothered me and I thought it was because you weren't like everyone else," he paused, "you were like me."

"J-Jack?" Hiccup's voice was thin, barely audible. "Seriously you should get back." Why is it so hard to breathe when he's near?

"I realize now that that's the exact reason. You're not like all the other fans." Jack had him all the way down, hair splayed out over the sheets, their eyes never breaking away from each other. His knee was pressed into the college student's crotch, leaning forward ever so slightly. "You're like me. We're both broken deep down inside and we hide it. We hide the pain."

Now the smaller male fought back, pushing at his chest so he could stand. He went to the door and swept his arm in a motion for him to leave. "Please," he murmured, "you need to go. Thank you for the ride and thanks for the talk but it's getting late." Jack straightened himself and headed for the door slowly, giving a small glance to Hiccup. "S-Sorry but I have a paper and…" He trailed off quietly. You're making it hard for me to hate you.

When Jack was directly in front of him, his body was on fire. Their eyes met and his breath was stolen, fingers shaking on the doorknob. The taller male must have noticed because he stepped closer, cold hands cupping freckled cheeks. Their mouths clashed and Hiccup hurriedly grabbed for the door to stay balanced, other arm wrapping itself desperately around the singer's neck. How did it come to this? He thought aimlessly as Jack's hands scrounged his body for places to grope, finding plenty. How did I end up here with someone like him? Jack bit down gently on his bottom lip, causing him to gasp. Taking the opening, the white haired boy slid his tongue in quickly, fighting with Hiccup's.

Hiccup moved away, covering his mouth when he finally realized what he was doing. "N-No, we can't." I'm not going to be another groupie. This isn't going to happen. Jack actually looked hurt, one hand slightly raised towards him. "I can't do this," he whispered, "I barely know you okay. You don't even know me all that well."

"What if I said I wanted to?" His blue eyes narrowed and he grit his teeth. "Through the whole entire concert, all I kept thinking about was you," he said hoarsely. "And then when I saw you waiting for me, I didn't know what to do." Hiccup stepped back when he approached. "I know I probably seem like a giant asshole making money off horrible songs but you need to understand that all of me isn't like that." He pointed to the guitar with a shaking finger. "I showed you a song no one else was supposed to hear aside from my sister. I showed you me because I thought you would understand."

"You could be lying," Hiccup argued quietly. "This whole entire night could be all an act for you to get your next number one single out of me." I'm not going to be that person. Jack managed to grab his hand and slip his other arm around his waist, fingers brushing the top of his jeans. "You could be faking everything." But deep in his chest he hoped he was wrong.

Jack looked him squarely in the eyes and noticed how green they were. "Then why aren't you fighting back right now?" His hand dove under his shirt to trail up his spine, counting each ridge as his breath hitched.

"I-" Why aren't I fighting back? His mind was becoming numb with Jack's cold hand pressing into his lower back. Their lips hovered over each other and Jack brought his hips against his, grinding lightly enough to earn a moan. Why can't I stop him? Hiccup closed his eyes slowly, letting Jack map out his skin with his fingers and palms. His lips were hot, their skin suddenly shinning with sweat. Do I want to stop him? Jack moved his hips again, harder. "J-Jack," he groaned.

No, he decided, no I don't.

"Hic," Jack whispered against his neck. "Can I?" Hiccup could only muster a sort of gurgling response as his hands braced themselves against Jack's chest, trying to get his vest off. "Hiccup." He said his name over and over, wrestling with his plaid shirt and throwing it on the floor. They broke their kissing so the brunette could pull his under shirt off and fling it on Toothless's bed. Once they were both shirtless they were back to touching each other. Hiccup's arms curled around Jack's neck, anchoring their lips together while Jack's hands gripped the smaller male's hips, grinding against him. They were both moaning, breathing heavily already. "God damn it Hiccup," he muttered.

They were on the bed, writhing on top of Hiccup's sheets. Jack reached for his back pocket, pulling out his wallet. Hiccup was pushing his hair from his forehead, trying control his breath as he looked up to the man kneeling on him. "Are you sure?" Was all he could think to say, throat desperately dry. Jack simply pulled out a condom and tossed his wallet with his vest, leaning down to kiss him gently.

Yes, Hiccup had had sex before. But this was different. Jack was methodical, kissing every inch of his slick skin while his fingers danced over his sides and stomach. It was warm and it was aching as they moved together. Hiccup was holding onto Jack as if his life depended on it, fingers digging into his shoulder blades, drawing blood. Jack sang his name as he rhythmically pulsed inside him, lips molding to his. "Hiccup," he whispered as if he was pained.

Hearing his name in such a seductive voice made his body feel too tight for him. They slipped against each other, calling out each other's names in their blind passion. Soon Hiccup began to feel too hot, his head thrown back as he raked his nails down Jack's back, a guttural scream coming from deep within his throat. Jack bit down on Hiccup's neck right after, holding him tight as they both shook with utter exhaustion. He slipped out and after cleaning up he got back into the small bed, pulling the brunette against him, kissing his forehead. After a good half hour of silence, Hiccup looked up at him. "So am I just going to be another song about a one night stand?" I already know the answer. So what was this all for?

"Didn't I tell you?" Jack shifted so their legs tangled. "My one night stand songs are about wanting to see that person again. So that only means I'll want to be with you," he explained with a crooked grin. "Don't worry Hic; I might have to leave for a while, but who says I can't come back for a private concert?"

"But I hate your music," he snorted.

"I never said I would sing with my voice." Jack kissed him firmly, running his hand over his sides and hips. "Unless of course you do come around to my band." Hiccup laughed and ran his own fingers through his mohawk, tugging gently. "So what about that paper you had due?"

He shrugged, eyes feeling heavy. "I can work on it tomorrow," he yawned. I can't fall asleep. If I fall asleep it'll be over.

Jack pulled the covers up to their chins and shifted so Hiccup was using his arm as a pillow. "Why don't you sleep then?" They kissed softly and he smiled against his lips. "I'll sing to you." Hiccup nodded, pressing his face into Jack's neck, wrapping his arms around him tightly.

With a soft lullaby and words Hiccup wasn't paying attention to, he drifted off to sleep, nestled deeply in Jack's warmth.

He woke up to the sounds of something banging around and he sat up immediately, blindly reaching out for Jack who wasn't there. Right, he thought, of course. He got up and took his time since his body was still loose from the night. Pulling on his boxers he stumbled out into the kitchen, glaring at the bright light of the sun filtering through the kitchen windows. Toothless was at the counter, pouring himself some coffee into a chipped mug. "Well good morning sunshine."

Hiccup made a grunting noise, scrubbing a hand down his face. "Can I get some of that?" Toothless poured him some and he gulped half of it down before collapsing into a rickety chair that sat at the tiny table. "What time did you get in last night?" He asked through a yawn.

"Well," Toothless began, sitting across from him, "I was going to get in around one but no one opened the door for me or picked up their cell phone." Hiccup flushed and he raised an eyebrow. "By three thirty Jack was leaving I finally got to go inside. I'm just going to ignore the fact that you slept with one of my favorite artists of all time and instead take that as an accomplishment. Now I can go to parties and say, hey, my best friend had sex with Jack Frost from Jack Frost and The Guardians."

"I am so sorry Toothless." Hiccup covered his face and groaned. "Ugh, I didn't mean for any of this to happen." Did I? Did I really?

Toothless leaned back in his chair and tossed a folded piece of paper at his head. "Whatever Hic, just forget about it. He said to give this to you when you woke up. He also autographed about twenty of my CDs, so we're even." He stood and took a sip of his coffee, winking. "Don't worry I didn't read it."

Hiccup unfolded the piece of paper (he recognized it from one his notebooks) and on it was messy handwriting.

Hey, I think I might have a new song in mind. This is what I have so far:

That boy I caught staring

The one with the smile

I know I'll love him

If just for a little while

What do you think? You know what; you should just call me and tell me. Maybe it'll help with my creativity.

His number was scribbled at the bottom along with his signature. Hiccup laughed to himself and went back to his room, grabbing his phone and inputting the number. I can't believe this, he thought, he might not even pick up. It could just be a false number. He dialed anyways.

It took three rings before he picked up. "Hic," he said breathlessly.

Hiccup read over the lyrics and felt his stomach jump, a smile spreading on his lips. "Your song," he said with a laugh, "it really sucks."

Aaand that's it. I don't know what compelled me to write this and there is nothing to it.

Kisses and unicorns

~Shi