Hello my lovelies! I see some people enjoyed my last Jack Frost fic, so I took the advice of Adina Mizu and created this little thing. I can't believe I'm saying this! I actually sort-of-have people who enjoyed something I wrote! This calls for treating myself to reading hours of fanfiction with a cup of coffee.
Disclaimer: I don't own Rise of The Guardians, and good thing too. Who KNOWS what I could create?
"I'm glad you stopped by, Jack." North said in his booming voice as Jack Frost entered the office on a gust of cold wind. The door shut behind him.
"Hey North, what's up?" He said evenly. Being called into the holiday spirit's office was not an unusual occurrence, Jack being a new spirit and all.
"I would like to, ah, speak with you about something." He prompted, gesturing towards the empty chair before his desk. Jack's eyes widened. Shit.
"So I have noticed a- reoccurring trend," Drawled North in a thick accent. The new guardian shivered. This could not be good. Was it the extended cold weather in Romania? The big blizzard he just dumped on New England. Ah. That's got to be it.
"Sir, I'm sorry! I didn't realize that blizzard was going to become that out of hand! Though you have to admit," Jack added, "-that storm was pretty impressive if I do say myself. Did you hear? They're actually comparing it to the blizzard of 78', can you believe it?"
North was taken aback. "Jack, I have no concern over your ah, blizzard. It vas very nice, if all a bit extreme. No, I have asked you here for another reason. It has to do vith your vocabulary."
Now it was the winter spirit's turn to look surprised. "Vocabulary, sir?"
"Yes, please excuse me for saying, but it is a bit… vulgar." At the confused expression on Jacks face, North hurried into his explanation.
"You see, you are a guardian now! Children! They look up to you, think of Jamie! I understand that you have been left your your own- devices. I do not expect you to completely change, but consider ah, censoring yourself?" North wrung his hand together, giving Jack a nervous stare.
Frost was quiet for a moment, before he broke out into a low chuckle. "I'll try North, I can't say I've actually noticed my own profanity! I suppose you're right, I can't be out playing with the kids and have that kind of negative influence on them."
North smiled nervously, running a relieved hand through his thinning, white hair. Dealing with the four hundred year old teenager was something to be learned, none of the guardians could be considered 'well equipped' for such a feat.
"Although." Started Jack, suddenly breaking the comfortable silence. North suppressed an inward sigh, recognizing the devious glint in the younger's eye.
"You can be a pretty big hypocrite, North." Jack said smugly, creating ice patterns on the desk with his pale fingers. The other man shifted in his seat with a confused look.
"Don't pretend you don't do it. You are, by far may I add, the biggest potty-mouth out of all of us." An affronted look met Jack's stare.
"I've been around a long time. I can confidently say that in my travels, I have learned thirty-seven different languages. Russian is one of them." He spoke the last part in an accusing manner, giving North a pointed look.
For what it was worth, the Russian spirit flushed a color that could rival his red suit.
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