A boy in a blue hoodie and white hair stood in a stone cage with a boy with brown hair and rough green eyes. "This isn't right," Jack mumbled. He looked into the crowd, seeing all the drunken, cheering faces. It made him sick at the sight. He hadn't seen anything like this before. "They should know that this isn't. If you just gave me time, I cou-"
"Stop Jack. Just…just stop. " Hiccup cut him off and sighed, looking back to his friend. He had been there ever since he was captured by the Outcasts. He had been his only friend this entire time. And now, he was going to most likely die. Not like he had a choice. His dragon was gone, his dad and friends couldn't get to him. It was as if they didn't even know he was still alive. "I know what I'm doing okay?" he asked, voice sullen. "I'll be fine."
Jack shook his head, not believing a word the Viking said. This wasn't just like he made a mistake and he was going to be punished. This wasn't like he was being forced to train dragons. He was being forced to fight Outcasts on his own. "You know they can't see me," the spirit persisted. "And that means I can help." But Hiccup declined once again. "Once they see the snow and frost, they'll know something's up." Turning all the way to the other, he put his hands on his frozen shoulders. Against his heating skin, it was blisteringly cold. By now, he was used to it, though it still gave him a shock every time he touched him. "I know you want to help, Jack, but there are just some things I'm going to do on my own."
He shook his head. Jack couldn't let his friend just go and die like that! It'd be against everything the Guardians had been teaching him. Even if he wasn't a small kid, Hiccup was still his responsibility. No matter how much the other protested. Before they both knew it, there was a large uproar and the gates clattered up, revealing them both to the crowd, or at least Hiccup.
Before Hiccup could walk out, Jack grabbed his arm. "Jack let go." But he still hung on. "I'm not going to let you do this, Hiccup."
"It's not like I have a choice Jack, now let go!"
"I'm not letting you go until you promise me you're getting out of there alive!" Hiccup was silent. He couldn't promise anything like that. This was an extreme circumstance that he would never make it out of. He had known that ever since Toothless was taken from him.
Jack's eyes were blazing blue fires, serious and determined. He really wasn't going to let Hiccup go like that. Not that easily. His breathing was heavy. Truthfully, Jack was frustrated. How could Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III given up just like that?! He trained a dragon. He was able to change Berk for the better and now, he was just throwing it all away for what. A plan that would never work in his mind.
Hiccup kept the same look the entire time. Blank and expressionless. He tried figuring out how to make things work in his favor, but without Toothless' help, it seemed near impossible. And he wasn't going to risk Jack's revelation to the others and having him die as well. Jack had to make it out. He wasn't even supposed to have stayed. Yet he did for reasons unknown to the Viking boy.
Jack let go, allowing Hiccup to head into the ring. People were getting angry now. "Go," he finally said. "Just go." The pain in Jack's face when he said that was completely visible to Hiccup. Now he was the one giving up. He could hear the crowds, antsy and waiting for a massacre of the Hooligan. So as a final gift, Hiccup embraced the angry guardian and held on tight. And it wasn't long before the hug and the tightness of it was returned.
"Go get 'em, dragon breath," Jackson chuckled quietly.
"Will do, frost boy."
