It was Saturday the next morning and Hiccup woke up tucked in his dad's bed with Toothless close to his chest.

He unwrapped himself from the blankets, carefully tried not to wake Toothless up and trotted downstairs to the kitchen.

"Dad?" He called.

His father was there, reading newspaper like always. Gobber was scrubbing the stove and washing his hands.

"Good morning, son." His dad greeted.

It seemed so normal. A usual morning just like always. Hiccup could almost say that it had all been a dream, but he knew better.

"Did you find who was creeping around yesterday?" He asked nervously.

Stoick put his newspaper and cup of coffee down. "We didn't. There weren't even any footprints. Hiccup, you said he was outside your window?"

"I know, it sounds ridiculous since my room is on the second floor but maybe he climb-" The teen didn't know why he was still humoring his dad and Gobber with the 'junkie trying to get in' story. He already knew what had tried and succeed to get in wasn't human. At least he'll tell them what he saw just to make sure they don't believe he's crazy. But now that he thinks about it, it's telling them what he saw exactly what will make them think he's nuts.

"I know, Hiccup. I believe you,"

Hiccup was startled at that. Maybe it did sound plausible? His dad listening to him came as a surprise. Still, he felt the guilt of keeping the truth from Stoick and Gobber weighting his shoulders.

..::..

Once his father left for work and Gobber went back to his cottage at the back of his house, Hiccup went to the living room. The wooden staircase creaked menacingly.

He considered staying in his pajamas all day. It was Saturday, after all and he hadn't made any plans with his friends. But strangely, when he lay on the sofa and stretched, trying to get comfortable, he couldn't. It was like trying to sleep knowing you had too much homework, like trying to sleep with someone watching you.

Frustrated, he snapped his eyes open and changed his clothes hurriedly. He put his boots on and got out of his warm house into the cold yard.

The rains had left a chilly and wet atmosphere. The first snow was probably approaching, too. Hiccup planted his feet carefully on the few steps by his door.

He thought that calling out "Hello?" Was the most cliché thing he could do, but he did so anyways.

No one responded and there Hiccup realized that he didn't even have a name to call out. In his panicked frenzy, the urge to get out of his presence, to not be in the same room as him, had overwhelmed him so that he hadn't asked for a name.

Hiccup waited for a few minutes, not very sure if he should call again or louder. Was he even heard?

His boots squeaked against the slippery floor as he walked further into his front yard. He looked around; the street was shiny with moisture.

Fear was starting to grip at him. This was exactly like in the movies. Just after the protagonist calls 'who's there?' something horrible comes out of nowhere and kills them. Hiccup panted and noticed that now he could see his puffs of air, something he couldn't do just a few minutes ago. The temperature dropped gradually without him noticing until now.

The moisture that was on the pavement had solidified and was now decorated with beautiful patterns of frost.

Hiccup stared stupidly at them. They were forming right before his eyes.

"Do you like them?"

Hiccup suddenly saw the boy from yesterday crouching again, but this time, on a staff. ON A STAFF. He wasn't falling off or losing his balance, it was like the stick was glued to the ground.

First of all, when did he get there? Second, how is he doing that?

"I made them for you," He added

Hiccup blinked twice and stared at the staff. The frost patterns seemed to come from it.

"I-I…" He stuttered and shook his head.

The boy chuckled and dropped to the ground, his bare feet touching the freezing pavement. Hiccup flinched. "I was hoping you'd-"

"Oh, Thor! What are you doing!? Don't do that!" Hiccup ran to him and bounced anxiously on his feet, waving his arms around. "You'll get frostbite!" He warned.

From what he could tell, this boy had some kind of supernatural powers but still felt human to Hiccup. At least he felt like it when he grabbed his face, even though his hands were really cold.

"Quick! Step on my boots!" He ordered.

"What?"

"Step on my boots! Come on!" He urged and the boy obliged.

When he did, Hiccup noticed how light he was, even with his height. Now that he was literally stepping and breathing on him, Hiccup witnessed once again how he towered over the tiny auburn.

The boy laughed, surprised. "You're crazy!" He said.

Hiccup bit his tongue, trying not to let a retort come out of his mouth or even a 'Um, hello?'

They made their slow way that way to the house and Hiccup noticed that the boy didn't let go of the new acquired staff… He also noticed that he probably looked like an idiot, walking like a crab like that. Hopefully, no one saw.

Once they got to the porch, Hiccup let go of the hands of the other boy, he hadn't noticed they had searched for each other's hands to keep balance, he didn't even see when it happened. He brushed the event off.

The other boy, however, cupped his hand with the other and held it close to him. Like he was trying not to let the warmth go. "That was fun!" He exclaimed with his hands curled to his chest.

"Oh, my…Come in," Hiccup took pity on him and ushered the spirit inside.

He must be going crazy… He meets this spirit with dubious intentions and he invites him in to his house to have hot chocolate with him. His compassion will surely be his downfall. But it won't surprise him. Hiccup had always kind of been of a mother hen.

Hiccup glanced at the boy's hands. They were paste white and the tips were blue and purple, so were his ears, but strangely, the tip of his nose was pink.

"Thor…"

Hiccup took his mittens off and blew warm air into his cupped hands. He hesitated, not sure if he should proceed with his actions, but the spirit or well guardian as he had said looked pacified and not easy to anger. Besides, he said he wouldn't hurt him….

He reached out and touched that cold face with his lukewarm fingertips slowly, and then his palms were flat against the other's soft but hard cheeks. Does that make sense? Hiccup thought it didn't but there were no other words to describe the feeling.

He kept his gaze on his cheeks but still felt those blue eyes widening disbelievingly. He ran his hand from his face to his equally and maybe even more so cold neck, and then grabbed his hands.

The temperatures contrasted like the moon and the sun.

Hiccup frowned and tried to share his body temperature to the other teen while said teen turned his palms and intertwined their fingers. The auburn gulped.

"You used to do that a lot when you were a kid," Those blue eyes seemed distant, like he was in another place or time but soon snapped out of it and focused on Hiccup. The white-haired boy got closer to him, chilly air caressing the auburn's cheeks. Hiccup panicked and ripped his hands away from the light grip, turning away with uneasiness.

"I… never got your name," Hiccup started, playing with his hands.

"My name is Jack Frost," He announced proudly.

Hiccup whirled swiftly. Had he heard that right?

"The Jack frost?!"

"The one and only!"

"The one who brings blizzards and freezes water?"

"Yes! Do you remember me now?!"

"…You nip noses?"

"What? No, that is a myth," Jack blushed with bizarre lavender color dusting his cheeks. "You asked the same thing when you were little,"

"You are the one who has brought all this rain?"

"No, I can't control rain." Jack twirled his staff expertly. "I can freeze it, though."

"I can't believe you…" Hiccup said, astonished. He pushed his hands into his hair and pulled. "Can you really do all that?" He thought he sounded like a little kid, but he couldn't help himself. It's not every day that you have a winter spirit in your living room and with every second it passed, he believed more and more.

"Yeah! Do you want me to show you?!" Jack jumped very high and stayed there in the air for a few seconds before his feet touched the ground again.

Hiccup almost faints. "You can also fly?!" He yelled but covered his mouth hastily. Gobber could hear him…

"Only where there's wind." He clarified. "Come on, I'll show you!" He lunged at Hiccup and grabbed his wrist, pulling him to the nearest exit which was the glass backdoor.

For a second, Hiccup thought that they were going to crash against it until it slid easily by its own with just one wave of Jack's staff.

"Let's fly!" Jack said once they were out. The wind started to pick up and Hiccup noticed small snowflakes on the ground, dancing in the air. It looked like the first snow was right behind them. Jack's hand on his wrist sent chilly shivers through Hiccup.

"No, no, no! No flying!" Hiccup dug the heels of his boots into the grass as Jack literally hovered above him.

Jack pulled him harder. "But you loved it when I did that!"

"Well, not anymore, Jack!" Hiccup nervously noticed his wrists getting colder where Jack's skin met his.

"Come on, Hiccup, give it a chance!" Jack insisted.

"I said no! Let me go!" Hiccup demanded. Maybe getting out of his house and meeting Jack wasn't a good idea, after all. Hiccup tugged too hard when Jack's cold touch grew unbearable on his warm skin and fell to the ground.

He jumped to his feet before Jack could haul him but he still got a grip on Hiccup's shirt and pulled him up. Fear flowed through Hiccup wildly.

"Hiccup, don't you trust me?" Jack asked expectantly and a little bit desperately which unsettled Hiccup further. He stood on his tip toes since Jack was keeping him on his eye level.

"No," He said immediately and pushed at Jack's chest (which was covered with a thin layer of frost) with all his might. You may think that Hiccup was sort of weak, and he kind of was, but he could get things done with his upper arm strength every now and then and thankfully this was one of those times since Jack staggered back thanks to the shove.

Cold that had nothing to do with his powers squished Jack's heart at the spoken words. His eyes widened and he felt like he had lost something incredibly important, like he didn't deserve it anymore. When his brain actually registered that Hiccup had shoved him hard, the auburn had already turned away and was heading back to his house.

"Wait!" Jack called out but the other just ignored him and quickened his pace. The white-haired boy flew swiftly, catching up.

"Hiccup, wait! Why are you mad?"

Hiccup covered his mouth with his scarf; the air grew colder all of a sudden.

"Hiccup, listen to me!"

His eyes were glued to his boots and when he saw frost on his heels, he trotted. He idly realized that Jack's emotions and feelings could affect the weather.

"Hiccup!"

Jack grabbed his wrist again and Hiccup flinched. It felt like that area was tender and Jack's chillier than usual state wasn't helping.

"You are hurting me…"

Jack let him go like he was burnt and that said a lot since burns could actually severely wound the winter spirit.

"I'm sorry… I just don't like it when you ignore me…"

Hiccup's anger didn't go anywhere. He snorted bitterly. He had planned to say that he didn't like it when he was manhandled, either, but bit his tongue.

It made sense, however, in a weird way how Jack's behavior was towards Hiccup and in regards of being ignored.

"Only I can see you?" Hiccup voiced his thoughts.

Jack looked surprised by the question but answered nonetheless, "Yes…"

Some of his anger and fear evaporated. He sighed and threw everything through the window.

"Okay, let's get going…" Hiccup went passed Jack and headed to a pond he knew was close to his house. It was shallow; the water only reached his knee.

"Huh?"

"To see your powers?" Hiccup raised an eyebrow.

Jack's eyes immediately sparkled and he beamed brightly. Hiccup almost feels bad for him.

..::..

"Now, what can you do?" Hiccup crossed his arms over his thin chest, unimpressed. Jack, on the other hand, hadn't been so excited in a long while.

"Look," He started, raising his staff and plunging it against the water, but before it could even touch it, it had already frozen.

Hiccup's green eyes widened as the frost expanded through the pond. He tumbled shakily to the frozen water and stomp it, proving it strength solidity. It seemed pretty sturdy.

Something warm and pleasant bloom from Hiccup's heart to his face despite the cold.

"You really are Jack Frost…" He whispered to his ears only, softly and excitedly. "Woah…"

"And that's not all. Look," Jack used the tip of his staff to wave it over the thick ice. Hiccup paid close attention. Jack noticed this and smiled, patting himself mentally on the back. Hiccup looked just like he did when he showed him his powers for the first time. Cute, childish, young. It was hard to believe that he had grown at all until Jack stole a quick glance at those chapped lips. He blushed and concentrated on his job at hand.

With a wave of Jack's hand this time, a Komodo dragon sprouted out of the pond. It was made of ice and frost covered every inch of its body, creating frost patterns that gleamed thanks to the light of the day.

At first, Hiccup jumped in fear until he realized just who exactly it was. He threw his head back and laughed merrily. "It's Toothless!" He ran up to him, despite the slippery ice almost making him crash to the ground.

He laughed again, incredulously as the ice Toothless circled around the auburn and jumped around, leaving trails of frost behind him.

"I didn't know you could do that! I mean, what's the purpose of it?" He asked happily as he scratched Toothless' chilly head.

"It has no purpose," Jack admitted, watching as Hiccup petted and cooed at his ice creation. "It's just something I can do,"

"Well, it's amazing," Hiccup declared honestly, examining the frost on the restless Toothless. There was a silence and the teen turned his attention to Jack, who was watching him fondly, head tilted against a near tree and a soft smile on his face. Hiccup snapped his head back. That look made him nervous. It was the same look Astrid gave him when they were a couple. Jack honestly looked love-struck and Hiccup didn't want any part of it.

Suddenly, the shivers he felt through his body were not because of the excitement or the cold. He brushed his knees and stood up (at what moment had he knelt down?), stopping his ministrations at Toothless, who whined sadly.

"I think it's time for me to go," He announced.

"What?!" Jack snapped out of his daze. "But I haven't shown you anything yet!"

"I know but Gobber will start wondering where I am, so…" He stepped out of the pond and adjusted his scarf, the ice Toothless and the blue-eyed spirit followed him like puppies.

"Didn't you like the Toothless?" Jack asked worriedly.

"I loved him," He admitted. "But I have another Komodo dragon waiting for me home. He's probably wondering where his peanut butter provider is," And that was not a lie.

"I can… I can show you other things, better things!" Jack said hastily.

"I know you can but I really have to go," After saying that, Hiccup felt a little bad for leaving him so suddenly. Jack was at the edge of panicking.

"Well, at least… at least touch me!" He blurted out.

"What?!" Hiccup exclaimed, scandalized.

Jack's hand shot out to catch Hiccup's. He held it tenderly, like a bird, and then pressed his face against it.

"You're always so warm…"

"Jack, man, what's your problem?" Blushing, Hiccup tried to yank his hand away but the winter spirit held it fast. "If you have problems getting warm you can always, you know… Put some shoes on? Or at least some socks?" He glanced at Jack's bare feet.

"The cold's never been a problem to me,"

"Yes, I can see that," Hiccup cleared his throat and finally freed his hand. "Anyways, Jack Frost-"

"Jack is just fine,"

"I'll see you tomorrow, alright?"

Jack looked away.

"Alright?" Hiccup repeated louder.

The winter spirit sighed dejectedly. "Okay…"

Hiccup didn't understand Jack's reluctance. Yeah, hadn't he said something about them being friends in the past? Maybe he was just missing him? But why couldn't Hiccup remember him? Was that even true? If it was, then where had he been this whole time? Why couldn't Hiccup remember him? Even if he had been young, he'd remember something like a winter spirit or even an imaginary friend.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow, Jack Frost," Hiccup said, already leaving the place.

"Yeah…" Jack answered softly and Hiccup stopped on his tracks.

He turned and marched up to Jack, who looked questioningly at him. Hiccup untangled the scarf from his neck and wrapped quickly around Jack's pale neck. He looked like he didn't know what the hell was happening, his eyes were wide and he stared at Hiccup like he had grown another head.

Hiccup chuckled lightly. Jack was a lot like a puppy. That didn't make Hiccup feel better or less fear when he was with him, though. He was actually surprised that Jack hadn't hurt him aside from his wrists and that he had some kind of control over their situation.

"I know you said cold's not a problem to you and I gather that you can't produce your own body heat but you know…" Hiccup waved his hands around. "It helps somehow, right?" He offered a smile.

Jack was immobile and staring at Hiccup. Then, he blinked and buried his face on the dark red scarf. If Hiccup didn't know any better, he'd say Jack was trying to hide a blush.

"It does… Thank you," Came the muffled, shy reply.

"You are very welcome, sir. Now, if you'll excuse me," Hiccup turned once and for all and walked hurriedly to his house. In his mind, he had escaped Jack for the day and the white-haired boy would keep his word.

How wrong he was.


I felt this chapter was a little bit rushed and I didn't write it like I'd have liked but I had to get it out. :(