Title: Just Like a Child

Summary: Diligence is an admirable virtue, tis true, but excess of even a virtue cannot end well. Hiccup/Jack. All-Human!AU.

Pairing(s): Hijack

Rating: K

Warning(s): Hinted at Mpreg.

Word Count: 601


A solitary light was the only illumination in the tiny, inky room. Its clarity aided the hunched over figure of one Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III as he labored on a new project. Although such a position is typically an indicator that tire is close to taking possession, the brown-haired man's eyelids refused to fall, his glasses ever defiantly straight on the bridge of his nose.

The clock struck twelve.

Hiccup simply shook his head and frowned, eyes astonishingly lucid and unnaturally green, eyes still fixed on a stubborn widget.

An hour more passed.

Now, there was a subtle quiver in his form. His hands worked mechanically, like natural extensions of his spirit. The solitary light illuminated a face far beyond the man's youth – a frighteningly ancient one. Eyes that were once so astonishingly lucid were now on the verge of hysterical nothingness. The unnatural green was tempered and cooled and all the more handsome despite the unacknowledged and ignored fatigue draining its life.

Motion persisted.


In another room of the extravagant Haddock mansion, one Jack Haddock stirred. Involuntarily, he rose slowly with a breathy moan, unaware that the space next to him was still not yet filled. Blinking, the white-haired male yawned and carefully climbed out of bed, unusually steady in movement. He clutched his stomach, his slightly round stomach, lightly and chuckled.

"You sure are a little night owl," he said with much fondness despite the light grey bags under his eyes.

Instinctively, he made his way through the large mansion. With the moon to light his way, he shortly found the kitchen. He made quick work of finding what he needed: honey-glazed Big Macs and mustard-dipped marshmallows. Immediately, he devoured each and every gooey morsel and the hamburger with the fervor of a starved man, not minding if a crumb trailed down his cheek or made a mess of his shirt. It took about half an hour for his child to be satisfied, but, strangely enough, Jack finds he doesn't mind.

As he rubbed his stomach happily as he made his way through the halls, he noticed a bright light. Curious, he followed its trail – and was awed at what he discovered: Hiccup, glasses askew, head slumped down his desk, arms covering overworked papers. The brown-haired man snored softly as he muttered incoherencies. A strange device was at his side, but sleep did not give Jack enough patience to observe it properly, despite the cheerful mood eating has left him in.

Shaking his head, Jack smiled tenderly and murmured, "For much of your maturity, it amuses me still to see you just like a child."

Gently snaking his arm through one of Hiccup's arms (a truly amazing feat; Hiccup's arms were in a vice-like grip), he began the journey of bringing his husband to their bed, trying his best not to wake him.

Toothless, Hiccup's dog, was the one awakened, instead. The dog looked at the two curiously and neared them once he saw the zombie-like state of Hiccup's body. In case Toothless was about to bark, Jack hurriedly muttered an explanation. The dog believed the tale, but still wanted to be by Hiccup's side – not that Jack could blame him.

Together, they laid Hiccup down on the large, soft bed. (Toothless really liked helping with Hiccup's legs – at one point, Jack wondered if Hiccup was going to fall off.) As Toothless laid himself down on his bed, Jack pulled aside part of Hiccup's bangs and kissed his husband's brow.

"Sleep well, Hic," were his last, departing words before he, too, embraced slumber.

A goofy smile tugged at Hiccup's lips.


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