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The morning brought light and warmth and the quiet chirp of chickadees.

From Hiccup's room, one could hear the steady hum of light snores. It was early, the grass still sparkling with dew from the shallow light of the morning sun; all was peaceful.

Hiccup woke to a poke in the face. He refused to open his eyes, however, for he wanted to savor the quietness of his mind, the feeling of drowsiness that still clung to him. But It was to no avail. He was already beginning to feel his dreams ebb, replaced with thoughts of the coming day. The pokes began to quicken along with the rapidness of his thinking, to such a point where he could not bare to allow another tap befall him. However, when he opened his eyes, his feeling of annoyance quickly died away.

Hiccup was blessed with the sight of sleepy blue eyes to ease him into the morning. Jack smiled at him, hardly a foot away, his hand hovering close to Hiccup's nose as if he were about to tap that spot next.

"Good morning," Jack said, his voice heavy, his lips pink from the heat of slumber. Those lips were curled into the faintest of smiles, rounding his cheeks in the most innocent way. Hiccup found the sight quite pleasant indeed.

"What are you doing?" Hiccup drawled, his tone much like that of his counterpart.

"I'm poking all your freckles," Jack cooed fondly; "You've got quite a few."

"You know, people have told me that before," Hiccup responded, as if his freckles weren't the most obvious thing in the world; "But, you know…" Hiccup leaned his head forward to such an extent that Jack was hardly four inches away, and examined the pale canvass of his skin. Pale, Hiccup found, but not blank.

"You've got some, too." His voice was light, airy, and almost surprised. He supposed he should have noticed it before now, but Jack's own face was speckled lightly just as Hiccup's was, under his eyes and across his nose, cascading onto his cheeks.

Jack chuckled deeply in his throat, "They're not nearly as cute as yours, though."

"They…" Hiccup's voice trailed off, but he didn't try to regain it. He was fully engrossed in Jack's freckles now, studying them closely, counting all those he could see, and wondering if there were any more anywhere else.

"They're not cute," Hiccup finished, decided; "They're really extra adorable, actually."

"Are they, now?" Jack asked, though his tone implied that he already knew what Hiccup thought.

Hiccup smirked, scooting himself even closer to Jack than he was before.

"Yes," He said, and kissed a freckle lightly, "I really," - he kissed another - "Really," - again - "Really do."

Jack laughed. "I think you missed a spot," he said, raising an eyebrow.

"Hm," Hiccup sighed, knitting his eyebrows in mock concern; "You know, I think you're right."

And with that, he placed a final kiss on Jack's lips, taking in that heat of slumber. He felt the softness of that kiss, and all the dreams of the night prior, and every warm cozy element that was Jack first thing in the morning. And when they broke apart, Hiccup's face bust into a grin.

"Did I get it?" He asked lightly.

"No," Jack said, smiling still; "But you're getting it tonight."

Because Jack had to ruin the moment with an innuendo, right?