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Italics mean memories/ things that happened before.
Normal writing means present time.
"I'm Jack" the teen held out his hand, waiting for the other teen to shake it.
"I'm Hiccup" the boy said uncertainly.
"So Hiccup, what are you doing here in Burgess?" Jack asked. People don't usually visit here, unless they were pirates or bandits or something. It's not like vikings sightsee or something right?
"Oh you know, chief stuff" Hiccup said, trying to look like he knew what he was doing. In all honesty, Jack doubt he knew at all why he was here. What could a scrawny freckled face boy do...wait a second...
"You're a chief?"
"Well, the heir to Stoick the Vast" he did a little change in accent when he said the name of his father. Rather comical really.
For a moment, there was silence. And then
"Hey, you wanna go sledding?" Jack asked. In all honesty it was much more fun than babysitting his sister.
"Sledding? Isn't that a little dangerous?"
"Are you kidding?" Jack asked, his voice was like a chrous of bells. "Come on" and he took Hiccup's hand and a sled and headed up to a huge mountain.
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"Are you sure-"
"Here we go!" Jack pushed the sled down the steep mountain with both him and Hiccup on it. Adrenaline rushed through Jack's veins as the sled raced faster and faster down the slope. Hiccup mostly felt fear and screamed half the way down, but Jack didn't mind.
Since Hiccup was considered the loner in his group of viking peers (he didn't want to go sledding alone. What if he lost an arm or a leg or if a storm hit and no one was there? ), he never actually did get to go sledding. The sled rushed down the mountain, leaving long tracks behind it. Jack steered them out of the maze of trees like an expert, much to Hiccup's amazement.
"Told you nothing would-" Jack stopped mid-sentence when the front of the sled crashed against the trunk of a tree, the wood splintering all over the snow. Hiccup let out the breath he never knew he was holding.
"Well. That was exhilirating and more dangerous than I thought." Hiccup said as he dusted snow off of his shirt.
"Have you never done this before?" Jack asked, getting off the sled.
"Nope."
"Not even once?"
"Nada. Gobber always keeps me around the armoury because there's never enough weapons to kill dragons. And when Gobber does let me out Dad would start telling me stories about how he slayed his first dragon or something."
Jack got lost somewhere between 'Gobber' and 'stories', but the word 'dragon' certainly caught his attention. "Dragons?"
"Hmm? Oh yeah. They're like the mosquitoes of Berk" Hiccup went on and on about how the dragons were the bane of Berk. Meanwhile Jack's mind had floated off into his own world and was currently imagining himself on a dragon flying across the pacific. It would be deep blue with scales that shimmer in the moonlight and it would fly with the power of a thousand stallions and-
"Jack?" Hiccup waved a palm in front of Jack's eyes.
"I'm sorry what?"
Hiccup sighed heavily. "Nevermind" Jack merely shrugged at this.
The two teens walked down the mountain to the town of Burgess, chatting about dragons and sheep and adventures along the way.
"Don't the dragons kill vikings?" Jack had asked.
"We're vikings. It's an occupational hazard" Hiccup said in a matter-of-fact tone. Jack decided not to question further.
Hiccup found out the best way to shear sheep without them freezing to death and Jack learned more than he ever could about dragons. As the sun faded behind the mountain, Hiccup realised, for the first time in his entire life, that he had a friend who didn't care that he was a runt, or that he had a very odd name.
"Jack? Why are you my friend?" Hiccup challenged with much trepidation. "In fact, why did you even talk to me? I mean, I'm a fish bone of a viking and...well...bad luck" Hiccup rubbed his arm rather uncomfortably. Perhaps this was the worst idea he had ever had. Even worse than the dragon net thrower thingamabob.
Jack stared at Hiccup with shocked eyes for a moment. In the next, they softened. "You're a good person Hiccup. I don't care if you're a runt and you bring bad luck" Jack smiled the widest smile he could at this very moment as compared to the whole day "Plus you make an amazing encyclopedia! Not to mention many of my friends die before they reach adulthood..." Jack rubbed the back of his head, a little uneasy.
Hiccup just gave him a quirky look, then laughed, making Jack burst out laughing too.
"Say, if you lend me that sled, I can bring it home to Berk and add a few modifications to it. Make it faster, lighter, steer easier, and not splinter when it hits a tree" Hiccup had a thousand ideas running through his head.
"You could do that? That's awesome!" Jack made a fist pump in the air.
"Hiccup? Hiccup!" his father called. Hiccup knew that he had to return to his father immediately or face a hopping mad Stoick later. So, he said his farewell, took the sled and ran off to wherever the voice was.
"See you tomorrow!" Jack shouted after, but Hiccup was already gone.
A year later...
The war between dragons and vikings was over. The red death was gone and vikings and dragons were living together in peace and harmony...apart from the random food disappearences curtosey of some Monstrous Nightmare or Nadder.
Hiccup, as we all know, was the first viking ever to tame and train a dragon. He had a Night Fury named Toothless. And it was on this very dragon that he took to Burgess to visit his long lost friend whom face was foggy in his memory. For some reason, everytime Hiccup imagined his friend, he was always reminded of snow and ice.
Hiccup brought a gift for his friend, a present for Snoggletog. He wondered if his friend ever celebrated Snoggletog like he does with his friends and family in the great hall, feasting and celebrating, viking style. Maybe he didn't even have such a holiday. What a pity.
Flying on a dragon was something Hiccup could and could not get used to, for every flight was different yes the same. It is very hard to explain from the familiar rush of sudden adrenaline, and foreign the wind through your hair, and the warmth of the dragon beneath you. The same one you entrust your life with.
When Hiccup landed on Burgess, he realised how much the little village had changed. It was just...different. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. Nonetheless, he made his way to his friend's house, somehow.
He knocked on the door, asked for 'Jack' and his mother came out and said "Didn't you know? Jack drowned in the lake a month ago."
The words struck Hiccup like lightning, quick, sharp, painful. He asked for the whereabouts of the lake, thanked Jack's Mother, and headed straight for it.
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The lake was ice solid. If you looked extremely close, you could see where the ice had cracked before. Even the spot where the ice had cracked was unusually transparent. Hiccup felt a frozen tear slide down his frostbitten cheek.
He just couldn't believe that the first friend he had ever gotten, was gone. Sunken down into the depths of his watery grave. The thought etched into his mind and wouldn't let go. He brought a present for him too.
"Hey Jack..." Hiccup mumbled to the ice. "It's been a while...I fixed up the sled!" Hiccup said, trying to sound a little happy.
No response. Even though there were at least ten legitimate reasons why Hiccup couldn't visit, all he said was:
"Just wished I could've fixed it sooner..." the words were a puff of air.
For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of the wind rushing past Hiccup. Then, Hiccup put the new modified sled on the spot where the ice once cracked. The wind around him got oddly colder, and it even started to snow a little, but Hiccup took no notice of all these odd happenings. He only thought of his dead friend.
He got up to go back to Toothless and to go home and warm up a bit by the fire, but his metal foot slipped on the ice and he fell backward onto the sled. The sled slipped away, making Hiccup lie flat on the ice.
Hiccup sighed, tried to get up again on weak knees, only to fall flat on his chin again. Now he was just plain frustrated. He swore he could hear the mischievous chuckle of Toothless close by.
One more time. He tried to stand up, with his good boot first, then his metal foot. That was when he realised how much the ice he stood on had cracked due to his multiple falls. The metal foot wasn't doing much good to ease the situation either, and it was starting to hurt.
"T-Toothless..." he tried to shout for his pal, but it was soft, and his voice was carried off by the wind. He stood on the ice, his knees already ready to buckle in and let him fall yet again.
"T-Toothless!" Hiccup really did shout this time.
The shout took more strength than Hiccup could imagine, and he fell on his knees. The ice could no longer hold his weight, and down he fell, into the icy depths.
The feeling was all too familiar, considering this was the second or third time he was drowning. But this was different. Hiccup was used to falling into cold sea water. This time, he was sinking fast into ice water. The feeling was completely different. Not only did his lungs burn for air, his fingers and limbs were numb with cold. He couldn't even swim up or struggle to get out of the water.
He could only sink faster, and deeper.
The last thing he saw through slitted eyes, was an all too familiar boy with white hair and blue eyes instead of brown ones. He reached out a hand to the sinking Hiccup, a cloud of bubbles as he shouted underwater. Frozen tears slid from his eyes.
But Hiccup was already gone.
A/N: My first HiJack fanfic ever. Don't kill me please ;w; I tried hard. Though I find Jack really OOC...
Ugh I seriously think this could be improved but my derpy mind is derpy.
Well, I might write a second chapter to show Jack's POV but only if you guys want me to. So please review! Even a few words would really make my day.
Also, two pictures inspired this fic. If you want to see them, check my tumblr: .com. They're under my liked posts and it's pretty obvious which pics I used.
Thanks for reading! ^^
