Hey everybody! So it's been a while and I was sat in my new flat, bummed out cos I didn't get into uni and I had bills coming out of my ears, that I looked down to see my odd socks. Now this is normal for me and I couldn't help but giggle that I had one sock on that had snowflakes and the other had little leaves and spots of black and green. So immediately I assumed my socks ship hijack and decided that this would happen. This is just me deciding to find out how many songs I actually own and throwing hijack in with it :)

enjoy!

I'd like to say a massive thanks to Melting Angels who Beta'd this for me :3 she's written some amazing stuff too, like Prince of Atlantis.

I own nothing, not the songs, not jack nor hiccup. Wish I owned jack... we'd match. I had a little mishap with some bleach and now my hair is pretty much white... whoops!

Normal - story

Italic - Memory

Italic Bold -Lyrics

chapter one. - Boyce avenue – have more things to say

Night had fallen quickly over the small village of Berk. Darkness had descended rather quickly as it usually did in the height of winter's hold, bringing with it a harsh flurry of snow. A white-haired teen sighed, his thin arms wrapped around skinny, brown clad legs, bare toes clenched against the dark wood of the building roof he was sat against, oblivious to the cold around him. His striking blue eyes were downcast, slightly saddened, as snowflakes drifted down gently around him. A soft sniffle escaped him and he watched the window in the roof of the nearest house.

You lost her, and now you're wishing you could take back what you did wrong.
You lost him.
How could he breathe with the pressure that you put on?
How come being proud always feels so wrong…when you hurt the one you love?
But still you find a way to wonder why.

An auburn headed teen of around 16 was sat on a wooden bed, his back against the wall with arms wrapped around his dark green legs, one leg ending abruptly, silver prosthetic attached just below the knee, looking depressed, and troubled. A green tunic framed his small torso, and even from the distance, the white-haired teen could see the soft shaking as the boy either shivered from cold, or from the harsh sobs that racked his body. The blue eyes looked away as he thought back to the argument from earlier.

Behind those walls that won't come down…
I'm sure you had more things to say.
You're upside down and inside out,

'cos I'm sure you had more things to say.

"Hiccup!" a deerskin cloak, detailed with frost, ruffled in the wind as Jack landed gently next to the auburn haired boy, barely making a sound as his feet touched the cold ground.

"Hiccup, I've been looking everywhere for you! I didn't find you at the academy and no-one else had seen you either, we were supposed to go to the dragon island. Don't you remember? You wanted to make a map of how to get there for next time the dragons left."

Hiccup didn't turn around, seemingly ignoring the other boy, stoic and silent, and Jack frowned slightly, upset that the only person who could see him was ignoring him.

"Hiccup what's going on with you? You've been ignoring me all week." the auburn haired teens back stiffened and Jack watched closely, worry starting to set in.

When time passes by, you start to see how one word could have changed it all.
It's so much more than I, when foreign letters could prevent this fall.
How come saying sorry comes so easily

when you've had some time to grieve,

but still you find a way to wonder…why?

"I'm not in the mood for your games jack." Hiccup spoke 's shining blue eyes widened at the defeated tone of the other boy's voice, and a pale hand reached out to a green shoulder. Hiccup almost growled, for some reason slightly angered, as he was fixing something on the saddle of the black dragon, who had since ran off to play while his rider was busy.

"You have to just deal with the fact that sometimes it's not all fun and games." Hiccup spoke softly. At the soft contact, Hiccup pulled away, and jack felt a lump form in his throat.

"Hiccup what's wrong? Hic please, look at me." Jack pleaded. He flew upwards and stood in front of the teen, freezing as he saw the bruise on the other's face, the split and bloodied lip and the cut on his face, a contrast to the auburn haired teen's otherwise flawless skin, freckles hidden under the mosaic of bruises. A pale hand shot out to touch the Viking's face, but Hiccup turned his head away, as if he were ashamed. "Hiccup... what happened?" Jack asked followed the tentative question, and Jack felt his patience slipping away. "Hiccup please!" Jack tanned boy let out a frustrated cry, and threw the saddle to the ground; the stitching he was trying to repair sloppy, and coming loose as soon as it hit the floor.

Behind those walls that won't come down, I'm sure you had more things to say.
You're upside down and inside out, 'cos I'm sure you had more things to say.
Oh, but there's always someone else to blame.
Oh, just look where that's got you now.
You tell yourself that it's ok, but I'm sure you had more things to say.

"WHY?" The sudden shout startled the winter spirit, and the hand shot back to his chest. "Why do you care? You're not my dad, your not even real!" Jack felt his heart shatter, and bare feet touched down onto the snow. Tears began to well up in his ice blue eyes as the snow began to fall more heavily, reflecting the spirit's emotions.

"Hiccup what's gotten into you?" the small voice replied.

The Viking yelled out again, burnt and blistered hands gripping his hair in growing frustration.

"Hiccup, you... you usually tell me what's wrong, but... this week you're so quiet. What's going on?" The words spilled out, and Jack knew as soon as he spoke he'd made a mistake.

"IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" Hiccup shouted.

Jack drew back slightly before gripping his staff, confused and more than a little saddened.

"Well, maybe it is my business when the first time I see you properly in three days is in the middle of no-where, and you're covered in bruises and cut up!" Jack retorted.

I'm so sure…
I'm so sure!

"Jackson! I'm telling you, leave, now." Hiccup spoke harshly.

Time seemingly froze, and everything stopped. The only movement was the steadily growing amount of snowflakes falling around them.

"No." Jack whispered. The Viking growled and his hands clenched and unclenched. "I'm your protector a-"

"I DONT NEED YOU!" Hiccup blurted.

The volume was incredible for such a small person, and the white haired boy winced, the clenching pain in his chest growing as Hiccup kept talking. The harshly spoken words didn't register with him until the other teen was walking away.

Amidst the anger, Jack heard the words 'leave me alone' and 'leave Berk', the most painful ones, ones he had never wanted to hear being 'don't talk to me', were drifting on the wind, and Jack's thin legs buckled, his knees hitting the snow, the soft fall of snowflakes now coming down as a blizzard.

Jack wiped his cheeks from the frozen, crystalline tears that were there, head buried in his arms as he shook. He would leave tonight. If that's what Hiccup wanted then he'd do it. He'd do anything for the crazy auburn haired boy.

After all, he couldn't help it.
That's what love did.

A sob tore itself from jack and his body shook as he cried hard, body wracked with his anguished cries.

Love was a cruel, bitter thing, it seemed. Jack stayed that way for a few more minutes, his head in his arms.

Behind those walls…
I'm so sure…
I'm so sure!

Jack wasn't too sure how much time he spent crouched like that, but he knew that his neck hurt, and Hiccup was gone from his room. Red rimmed eyes looked around, noticing the thick piles of snow lay over the village.

Great.

He didn't intend on that. A flash of black to his right made him gasp, eyes narrowing as he tried to focus, his body felt weak and his chest hurt terribly as his heart slowly broke into a million pieces.

Behind those walls that won't come down, I'm sure you had more things to say.
You're upside down and inside out, 'cos I'm sure you had more things to say.

The winter spirit thought back to how Hiccup would smile at him when he'd comment about an invention, even the ones that ended up hurting him eventually, completely at peace.

But…there's always someone else you blame.
Oh, just look where that's got you now.
You tell yourself that it's ok, I'm sure you had more things to say.

He remembered the day he first found Hiccup crying.

He was in the cove, in a small crevice that Toothless couldn't get to, and even Jack had trouble getting into it, until the frost boy created ice to wedge the stones outward slightly. Stepping inside, Jack knelt next to Hiccup, and lifted his face gently in a show of affection, eyes hardening when he saw the deep cut on the boy's cheek.

The winter boy gently cleaned the cut before covering it with gentle frost. It wasn't long after that the Viking broke down and told him everything. He told him about how it was like nothing had changed for him, he was still being beaten up, dragons being set upon him for a quick laugh, like a cruel game, and how the teen Vikings would gang up on him until the poor boy was barely conscious.

If the walls in your head come crashing down, who will be there to lift you up?

Jack just held him as he cried, offering what little comfort he could, being a spirit of winter and all, when Hiccup's sobs had finally died down, Jack lent down and gently kissed him, hands on either side of the young Viking's face, wiping away tears as he poured his emotions into the soft, tender, and heartfelt kiss. He told him that he cared, that he would always be there to protect him, until the green eyed boy told him otherwise, and that Hiccup was a thief as he'd stolen his frozen heart. He'd done something amazing and thawed his heart, thawed it for hiccup to have… if he wanted it.

The Viking had gone back that night as if nothing had ever happened.

All I know is the mask is on your face,

'cos I'm sure you had more things to say.

Jack groaned, and got ready to take off when a snowball hit him on the back of his head. The immortal teen yelped, startled, and span around, freezing when he saw Hiccup stood on the opposite end of the roof, hand poised with another snowball, focused on him. Blue eyes bore into green, both were red rimmed and seemed glassy with unshed tears. It seemed as if they were just as fragile as each other, one wrong move potentially shattering the turned fully to face the Viking and tried to compose himself.

I'm sure you had more things to say…
I'm sure you had more things to say…

"Hey."

Fin

Hey guys so I hope you liked it! I'll admit, I've never really wrote a hijack, never mind any other yaoi kinda thing (yes I know there's no specific yaoi, just kissing but shush) so letting me know whatcha think'd be real nice :)

there should be loads (and I mean loads) of these so I'm thinking about trying for one uploaded a day :)

Neko: out x