Okay, finally the second chapter is here. I would just like to thank you guys for taking up the time to read this. Also thank you for the pushing that little button to mark this as a favourite or even following it. It means a lot. Anyways, to those who are wondering, this is a modern AU. I forgot to put it, but thank you to a lovely person by the name of Toosedthrough for pointing that out. With no more further ado, LOL, here's the second chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own HTTYD or ROTG.
Chapter 2
Hiccup looked at his shoes and wriggled his toes underneath them. He closed the book and scratched the back of his head. He should really have packed some extra left socks. If his dad hadn't woken him up too early in the morning his head wouldn't be this fuzzy and unable to work to his usual liking – making him forget to gather all of the things he needed for his troll hunting. But thinking about it now, Stoick would definitely ask questions why some of his socks were missing a pair and why just the left ones. Yup, he definitely couldn't bring his socks. And his father's socks were out of the question. If he does continue with the plan and come back with his left sock missing, his father was going to ask questions. Adding the fact Stoick wasn't a huge fan of his little hobby to the equation, Hiccup would definitely end up in bigger trouble. One essential thing he forgot to do was a remedy for how unpredictable his father could be.
If only he hadn't barged into his room just to drag him for their fishing expedition. Or if Hiccup had only remembered that today was their fishing expedition. He racked his memory for that "talk" his dad had mentioned, but he got nothing. If he couldn't remember a time they talked that set this particular Saturday for their much-needed bonding time.
He groaned. How am I going to catch a troll now? Hiccup sighed and shook his head. But a determined look was soon on his small face. "No. I am going to catch a troll. I can do this." He told himself, boosting up his own moral. He just had to use what he had. He should re-read the book again, there might be something written on it about other baits that he could have possibly missed. "But before that, I have to find the stupid rod. It might have some use in it." And with his chest pumped up and head held high, young Hiccup Haddock trudged into the forest.
It didn't take too long when he found the rod. But what he didn't expect to find was someone with it. He quickly hid behind a huge rock he spotted. Another thing he learned from the book was to avoid being seen unless prepared. He peeked cautiously at person from the rock and he had noted a few things. The person looked like a teenager, he wore a blue hoodie with frost patterns on it, brown pants that clung to his lean long legs and a crooked shepherd's staff in his hand. But what really caught the boy's attention was the stranger's spiky snow-white hair, his pale white skin and the fact that his feet were bare. Just seeing these things, Hiccup knew that the white-haired teen lying unconscious on the ground a few feet away from his was not normal.
Hiccup tried to calm his breathing and peeked from the rock again. The stranger didn't seem to be moving but he could see his chest rising and falling. Good, he's not dead. Willing himself to move, the auburn walked towards the teen. And upon reaching him, he couldn't stop the gasp escaping his mouth. Being this much close, he could see the unconscious teen a lot better. The white-haired teen wasn't just pale, his skin looked like porcelain, smooth and clear. And Hiccup couldn't help but think that he looked like someone who had been frozen. His curiosity taking the better of him, Hiccup kneeled beside the teen and poked the stranger's cheek. As soon as his finger touched the teen's cheek he also drew them back as quickly. Even if it was just a very brief contact, Hiccup couldn't help but take note of how the older one's skin felt so cold. Like snow.
Hiccup's green eyes shone. He knew he found something – no, someone – amazing. Someone that wasn't close to ordinary. He was going to hunt for trolls, but instead he had stumbled upon something more than that. But the saddening thing was, he had no idea who this teen with snow-white hair was. There was something in the back of the nine-year-old's mind that was nagging him, but he couldn't put a finger about what it was. He did know one thing though. He'll get his answers when he wakes this older boy up. And Hiccup started immediately.
The winter spirit didn't know how long he was out, but he started to get out of his unconscious state when he felt someone shake him. Someone with very small hands. Fingers poked his cheek, a tug on his hoodie, and those small hands on his shoulder shaking him.
"Come on, wake up." Jack heard a voice say and he knew without a doubt that it was a child. It sounded a bit nasally, but a child nonetheless. Wait a kid? Realizing this, Jack's eyes shot open and he sat up turning to his side to see a boy, not older than seven or eight, staring at him with wide bright green eyes. He was clutching a fishing rod close to him and somehow Jack knew it had something to do with why he was lying on the forest floor just a few seconds ago.
"W-wait, you can- you can see me?" Jack asked incredulous. The boy nodded vigorously, still looking with those round eyes. The winter spirit was only new to the business of being a Guardian, and he knows that it was hard to gain believers. It only took him three hundred years to gain his first one anyway. So now that there was this boy, sitting right in front of him and could easily see him like any other person, Jack couldn't help the smile that spread on his lips. For this kid to easily believe in him, it made a warm feeling spread in his heart.
Upon seeing his smile, the auburn headed boy gave him a crooked smile. His green eyes scanned him, as if memorizing every detail in him. It made Jack a bit self-conscious, but he returned the gesture. He looked at the boy carefully now, taking in his image. Auburn hair that swept up at the tips, a cute buttoned nose, and despite his teeth being crooked, Jack knew he would do Toothiana proud at how pearly they were. He was wearing a green long-sleeved shirt, topped with a brown vest and pants a darker shade. His clothes were too big for him or maybe he was too small for them. But what Jack couldn't ignore was how many freckles the young boy had. They were all over his skin. And if he looked closely, he swore he could make out a constellation in them.
The two just sat there staring quietly, and Jack – being the hyperactive spirit he was – could no longer stand the silence. He raised his hand, palm open just below his mouth and blew on it. A small snowflake materialized and floated towards the now gaping boy. He brightened up with wonder and surprise. When the snowflake reached his face it exploded into snow and the auburn turned to Jack a smile on his face and said in a hushed but undeniably fascinated tone, "Jokul Frosti."
Dan-dan-dan~ LOL I wanted to make this chapter a little longer but I wasn't satisfied with what I wrote so I'm still editing it. I'll leave you guys with this for now. Ha-ha. I hope you enjoyed it! And please do R&R. Thank you!
