Unite
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Warnings: T for violence, blood, little gore perhaps, and mild cursing.
A normal day at the Santoff Clausen as Jack Frost, the newest Guardian and bringer of Fun & Winter, zipped in swirls throughout the workshop, bugging the Yetis to the edge. But mostly his favorite victim, Phil. It had been at least a few years since the fall of Pitch, and not one bit did the boy change shape, form, or personalities. He just stayed the same Jack. Jack, though, did have a different prespective about the MIM and Guardians... Well just a little bit. He still had the sword of judgement suspended above his head and the boulder of doubt in his path.
What if he ends up by himself again?
What if the Guardians turn away from him again?
Jack still felt that ping of terror strike at his heart at the thought. The Guardians DID avoid him for three hundred years, or at least tried to. Bunny was never lucky. Either ways, Jack was unsure. He did not bother getting to attatched, especialy to North.
Speaking of North, the child zipped quickly towards North's office where there was a loud roaring erupting from inside. He opened the door and was blown back by the massive chainsaw's scream. Jack immediately covered his ears. "North!" he called out.
North could not hear him and kept humming a Russian Jig as he continued on with his ice shaving- or sawing- project. Jack rolled his eyes. I hate it when he does this! The teen clenched his eyes shut and sucked in a breath.
"NOOOOOOOORTH!"
The cry reached North's and the man turned around to the younger. He turned of his machiene and placed it down. "Mal'chik! How are you?" he asked. Jack shrugged. "Oh, I'm doing- Gah!" was all he had time to say before he was gathered in the man's beefy arms and squeezed into a bone crushing hug. "N... North... Can't... Br-breath," he rasped out.
North gave an apology and placed the Winter Guardian down. "Damn North, still don't know your own strength?" Jack heaved with a chuckle. North quirked a smile and ruffled the boy's hair, saying, "Eet eez not I who has not found the true potential of his capabilities."
Jack placed a halting hand front of him. "Hey, no. I am perfectly fine with sticking to snowflakes and snowballs. Besides... Blizzards and stuff like that are my siblings' jobs."
North's mouth went agape. "You have siblings? You mean siblings zat conduct same power?!" he questioned.
Jack nodded. "Yeah- you didn't know that? Mother Nature hates to have a seasonal do all the work."
"But Jack, no need for rude, eez zat... risky? And vhat do you mean zat blizzard and storms are your siblings' jobs?"
Jack gave a sad complexion and used the wind as a chair so that he was hovering criss-cross in the air. "North, us Winter Spirits are not bad. We are just like spring, summer, and autumn, just mixed. We are soft and gental, just with another side when certian things come to hand. Not all those blizzards were my fault, and plus, they are needed in some parts. Life is to keep balance and the only way to do that, is life or death," he explained.
North finally understood. Maybe they misunderstood Jack and had not realized it. Guilt pitted his belly and he placed a comforting hand on Jack's frail shoulder. "I am sorry, Jack," he whispered. Jack sighed. "It's fine North..."
North formed a smirk and ruffled the boy's hair. "I vill make it up by instead of putting coal in socking, I vill put in cookies." Jack's face lit up. "Really?! Will they be-"
"Macadaniem (AN: Don't know how to spell that XD)"
"With-"
"The white chocolate sensitive to hands and mouth-"
"And-"
"With a dash of sugar at the top."
Jack let out a delighted laugh and prodded North's belly. "You know me so well." North chuckled and led Jack out the room. The man had grown onto Jack like a father, but he was not absolutely sure why Jack was too insecure.
"Well, North, I'll see ya later," Jack exclaimed and lifted in the air. "Vhere are you going?" North asked.
"I gotta go see my brothers. Now that I have mentioned them, I really miss seeing them, especially Mother. Good bye."
With that, the boy zipped out the window. Noth smiled softly, feeling the wind tickle his beard, and walked away to take care of business.
Jack's journey only took him about close to thirty minutes. His destination was only in the deep parts of Southern Antartica, where a solid ice castle rested upon the strong ice and snow. During the battle of Pitch- after he was decieved by the Guardians during a miscomception- Jack thought about running to the castle. He just wanted to be in the arms of his eldest brothers...
And his father.
Jack had not told North everything. He knew that the jolly man loved him like a father and Jack would not hurt him by telling him that someone else has already taken the job of fathership. It would just break North. Jack landed at the front door that towered above him and sucked in a breath. It had been a long while since he had set foot in the presence of this place. Ever since he had decided to run off to fend for himself. It must have broke his loved ones' hearts.
Jack swallowed thickly and pushed the door slowly opened. Inside, almost everything besides the carpets and pictures were made of solid ice, and the chill made Jack moan in bliss. He walked down the empty hallway, allowing his eyes to wander over the familiar furniture and his feet to be tickled by the frosted rug. But something was missing.
Odd? Where are the Winter-
"Ahh!"
Jack was suddenly attacked from the left and was pressed back first against the ice wall, causing a crack to be scarred on its surface. His feet had lost contact with the floor as he was lifted by the front of his hood. Baby blues met eyes with one of the Winter Kingdom Guards, Davinn.
"Explain your purpose of entering without consent!" Davinn growled.
"I-I have every right to be here!" Jack snapped back, trying his best to sound calm. Davinn shook his head with a cold glare. "Not after the incident you committed… Yet you dare expect to make yourself comfortable," he spat. Before Jack could reach his temper and whack the guard with his staff, a blade was pressed to his throat, ceasing his actions. Jack stiffened at the fear prickling his heart. "Now hold still so I won't make a mess," Davinn said, pressing the knife a little harder to the child's throat. Jack winced at the feeling of the sharp blade digging into his skin, creating a line of cold blood.
Then, the pressure suddenly halted once Davinn felt something cold and sharp being gently pressed to the back of his neck. Jack dared not to move- thanks to the blade- but instead listened as a husky deep voice spoke from behind Davinn.
"Drop my brother, Davinn, or I will paint myself with your own fucking blood."
Davinn's eyes faltered in frustration and with no choice, he dropped Jack, who coiled into himself as he gasped air from the fright. The younger held a hand to his wounded throat when a male crouched in front of him. Jack gazed up.
A boy, obviously older than him with navy blue eyes, dark silver hair that shot forward in straight jags, had white hood robes and a sash of daggers across his musculine torso. Jack felt tears prick his eyes and a watery smile stretchvacross his face. The other male had the same feeling and complexion, and he held a comforting hand on the side of Jack's face.
"Leo..." Jack croaked.
The other let out a breathless gasp. "Jack," he chuckled and pulled the smaller form into his arms. Jack clutched onto his eldest brother's clothes, feeling frost curl around the robes; Leo welcomed it. "You are back, baby brother," he whispered and pulled away to grip Jack's shoulders and beam a bright smile, "you are back! We must tell father!"
"Tell me what?..." a much deeper, voice arose, followed by a gasp. Three actually. There feet away from Jack and Leo, stood two boys a little bit younger than Leo, but older than Jack, and a man.
The man had pure white hair mixed with silver like Jack's, and they shotvforward in jags like Leo's. He carried the structure of a young man bearly in his thirties, but he wore an ancient robe that drapped past his feet, and wore a silver ice crown upon his head, followed with holding a staff much larger than Jack's.
One of the boy to his left had identical features to the other on the right side; he had dull silver hair braided to his left shoulder, the other boy had it braided to his right. The left boy wore only white pants so that all was showing was his toned chest, the right boy wore a blue cotton longsleeve shirt with white pants. To tell them apart was just looking into their eyes. The left boy had misty grey and the right boy had starstrucking white.
All three, the man and the two boys, were staring at Jack and Leo with agaped mouths and wide eyes.
Leo helped Jack stand to his feet.
"Hey Jason (Left boy)... Joey (Right boy)..." Jack stopped and looked into the man's eyes, feeilng the urge to burst into tears. "…Father," he whispered.
First, Jason and Joey quickly made it to Jack and the three stared at each other for a long while before having the same reactions of Leo and both tangling their little brother in their arms. No words were shared though, just sniffles and broken laughter. Jack corner eyed his father that stood close behind and stared plainly down upon him. Jack waited for the right moment to say, "Papa..."
Finally, a watery smile cracked on the man's face and he engulfed Jack, plus the twins into a hug. Leo joined in. Finally, Jack allowed the tears of both happiness and relief to clean his face as his family, Leo (older brother), Jason and Joey (twins but Jason is second oldest), and his father, Father Winter, held him for what seemed to be years. Jack had no problem.
"Welcome home, my son," Father Winter whispered in his slightly cracked voice.
Jack pulled away for a second to gaze up at his father with sad baby blues, showing shame and guilt. "I'm sorry, Papa. That I left," he murmered, bowing his head. Winter caught hos chin and gently lifted his son's head back up to meet his caring gaze. "No... I am sorry I allowed you to go when you were not ready," he objected. He pulled Jack only in a strong embrac and rubbed the youngest of the sibling's back. "I promise son, it won't happen again."
Jack nodded and was pulled away so that his father could hold the side of his face in one hand. Winter whispered something reasurring to Jack in their Native Tongue, before his father caught a glint of the wound that was forgotten on Jack's neck. Within half a second, the king's face darkened. "Who harmed you?" he questioned. His voice dropped ten degrees colder till he lost all the soft care. Jack's eyes widened. "Uh..."
"It was Davinn, Father," Leo spoke up, "but I took care of him."
"You should have killed him, my boy," Winter growled, scimming his fingertips at the scar that was beginning to scab. "I swear, that guard would rather kill than protect," he muttered. Jack pushed his father's hands gently away from his cut. "Papa, it's alright. I'm fine. Davinn was only alerted-"
"Then he should have brought you to me to interpret," Winter accidently said with a much louder voice than he wanted. He noticed Jack flinched a bit by his tone he was never used to. Winter sighed and rubbed his temples. "I am sorry, I scared you my child. How has it been for you?" he asked, wanting to change the subject.
"Am I interrupting something?" another voice arose.
The family stopped and gazed to see another man, slightly older than their father stood. He wore red robes, the same features as Winters, had black hair that shot backwards in spikes- if Jack didn't know any better, he would think he is looking at Pitch. The man also had a black beard and flaming red eyes, and held a gold septor. Jack furrowed his eyebrows.
"Who is this father?" he asked.
Winter smiled and strodded to the other man's side. "Jack... This ia a new friend of mine, Derriand... Father of Summer."
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