Jacks POV

I had been watching him for weeks, fascinated by him, but I was surprised he could see me. I felt positive about it, I felt, it was a sign. I was growing excited as I followed Hiccup into the House. It was giant, and I was going to stay here for winter, winter was long. I was staying here for the entire time. When we entered, Hiccup´s father frowned at us. Hiccup signalised to me, that I was to wait here and he trod forwards to his Dad.
"Um, Dad, this is Jack. He´s looking for a place to stay this winter, he can stay here, right?" the 16 year old asked his father and turned his head to smile, again shyly, at me. I smiled back, and nodded to his father, who answered a steady
"yes." and left the house. He must have thought his son crazy, someone who talks to ghosts. He didn´t see me.

"He doesn´t talk much does he?" I ask Hiccup, who shakes his head.
"He does, but only if he starts the conversation, not if I do…" he answers shrugging.

I liked him. I couldn´t help it. I liked the way he smiled at me, the way he talked. And this, although, really, we had only just met.