Pairing: Hijack(son)
Colonial AU: Hiccup living during Jack's time as a human.

Those few stories are RP logs I saved from our sessions with my dear partner Leandra (SinisterSundown).
Why not sharing them with the world?

I hope you'll like them as much as we liked playing them.
Hiccup is me
Jackson is Leandra.

Your character has got one free pass to ask my character anything, and they must answer truthfully, and afterwards my character will forget the conversation. How does your character use it?

"If there was no religious issues and if you were sure people wouldn't care or say a thing about how you live your life what would you do right now?"

"Wow, Hiccup, that's deep" Jackson snorted, wrapping his arm a little tighter around Hiccup's shoulder to keep himself up. Saying he was a little drunk was probably understated. One could say about Burgess whatever they wanted, that it was small, that most of the people were uneducated but never someone said their festivities were boring. A lot of food, singing and – of course – drinking. Jack had never been one who could handle too much alcohol, but he had never been one to say no to a challenge either. So what was he supposed to do when the butcher's son called him 'as hard-drinking as a six-year-old girl'? There had been only one answer and one option left!

Sadly he couldn't really celebrate his success over the butcher's son anymore, considering that he was as steady on his feet as a scarecrow in heavy winds. Good that he had Hiccup who had wrapped his arm around his waist and had placed one of the his arms over his slim shoulders to guide him home. Even though Jack's senses were dulled he noticed Hiccup's fingers digging slightly into his sides as the blacksmith's grip tightened a little, probably unconciously. Also he could hear him gulp before he repeated the question, just a little slower.

Jackson scowled for a second before he internally told his feet to stop, what they did a little delayed. He stumbled a little when he came to a sudden halt, causing Hiccup to stumble as well. But thanks to the auburn haired boy's coordination they both managed it to keep their feet on the ground instead of kissing it. With his slightly glazed eyes he looked at the younger male, trying to bring the words he wanted to say into the correct order.

"If that would be hones- urgh, no, true. I mean true," he corrected himself, trying not to slur too much. "If no one would care, I would…kiss you in front of everyone."
He took a deep breath, tried to clear his head with the fresh air, knowing it was important right now. "I would…" he stopped again, feeling as if his tongue was twisted, but he slowly but surely got a hold of it. All he had to do was talking a little slower.
"I would hold your hand while walking through the village. And I'd hold you in my arms whenever I feel like it." He smiled at Hiccup, trying to make out his features in the darkness. "I would…I would tell you that I love you in front of whoever is around."

Jackson stopped himself at that, brown eyes widening a little. "I would shout it from the top of my lungs for everyone to know!" he continued, voice rising with every word he spoke. And before Jack knew it he took a deep breath.
"I LOVE YO-"
And then a freckled hand fiercely covered his mouth, a flustered Hiccup hissing at him, while a few men who were still celebrating at the market place started to laugh in the distance, sounding just as drunk as Jack.
"Preach it!" they cheered.

It had looked like a nice idea on the moment. Even if he kinda felt like he was taking advantage of the poor boy. Every time they were drinking things happened. Not bad things, per se. But still… things. Though this time Jack had had really too much. When the other times they had been equally intoxicated, now Hiccup was pretty clear-headed, he only drank one tankard.

But at this precise moment with his hand on Jack's mouth, his eyes opened wide and his heart racing one mile a minute he started to have second thoughts about it. Oh, it was nice, really really nice to have heard all this from the one he was sure he held sweet affection for but shouting those words, like this?
What more, it was the first time Jackson actually said them.

Hiccup had gone through multiple colors, he reddened, then paled, and waited with bated breath to be sure no one was coming to see who had screamed. They'd would be in perfect trouble if someone knew. (even if those people were drunk, you could never know what they would remember. )
When he was sure no one was coming he lowered his hand and let go of a breath.
"Not sure this was wise to ask such a thing…" he said threading one hand in his hair, before taking Jack's hand and forcefully dragged him to his house -with the boy tripping once or twice-, once inside and the door closed, they were in the dark and alone. Hiccup hesitated just one second, and decided to go.
He pushed Jack back against the door and kissed him full on the mouth.

Jack had his eyebrows furrowed and eyes fixed on Hiccup while he was pressing his freckled hand on his mouth. He continued to babble, muffled because of the hand, though. He complained about that he wanted to show his love and Hiccup just kept him quiet! No fair!
He breathed out when Hiccup lowered his hand. "Hey it's hard to breath like that." he stated, his voice still not as clear as usual.
But the blacksmith didn't even react but dragged him off. "Hey!" he cried out, stumbled behind Hiccup.
"Are you mad? Do I get grounded? Nooo, I want my freedom" he whined, thinking that Hiccup would scold him for whatever he had done wrong.
But then he got surprised for sure. Hiccup pressed him against the door, kissed him even!
He giggled like a fourteen year old girl before he returned the kiss, turning it into a passionate one.
One could never have enough of a Hiccup!

Hiccup got surprised by the enthusiasm of Jack's kiss and he opened his eyes in surprise, when the other's tongue was already in his mouth. His hands clenched in the fabric of his shirt and he let go of a surprised moan.
Even if this felt wonderful he decided to break the kiss, breathing a little hard and flustered. He wasn't going to take advantage of Jack's cloudy state of mind.
"You, big boy, I think you need to go to bed."

Jack almost fell forward when Hiccup broke the kiss, blinking in surprise and confusion, eyebrows knitted.
"Noo, I don't want to go to bed, I want to kiss." he whined, crossing his arms in front of his chest like a pouting boy.
"I won't go to bed, it's not late enough! I want to stay up an hour longer and no one can make me go to bed."

Hiccup sighed. What was Jack doing? He acted like a spoiled child and he had no skills with that kind of thing. He was going to have to handle this wisely. Coercing him gently. His own hands moved on his hips.
"Okay then, what about I give you another kiss if you lay down in bed?" he proposed, feeling his ears warm up doing so but what? He would lie saying he didn't like it.

Jackson's eyes lit up and he gave Hiccup an expectant expression before grabbing the smaller teen's hand and pulled him into his bedroom full of anticipation. He sat down and threw his arms into the air. "I am in bed! Where is my kiss? You are no liar are you?" he asked suspiciously, raising an eyebrow.

Hiccup was abruply dragged but managed to follow nevertheless. Being dragged in Jack's bedroom, let's not linger too long on that.
When the other boy was sitting on the bed, he crossed his arms. "No you're not. Go under the covers. Don't make me tuck you in." he said cocking one eyebrow himself. It was really like dealing with a child.

Jack slowly, reeeeeaaaaaally slowly, raised an eyebrow at Hiccup, brought up his hands in front of his chest and crossed them there, giving Hiccup a look full of disapproval. "No Hiccup, I won't go under the covers before I got my kiss. You said when I am in bed you'll give me a kiss. And I deserve that kiss now because I am in bed."
He looked down for a second, just to check, then looked back up to Hiccup and raised his eyebrow even higher which gave him a rather cocky appearance.
"Yes, I am."

As much as he wanted to comply, how it would be lying to say he didn't want to kiss the other again, right now -why did he have to make it last so much damnit- Hiccup was also really stubborn. Maybe too much for his own good sometimes.
"You're on your bed, not in it." he stated, imperturbable.

"You mean man!" he cried out, childishly squirming and slipping under the covers, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "You outsmarted me!" he whined, grumbling all along.

"That's how it is Jack." Hiccup said, triumphantly, uncrossing his arms, slowly melting in front of the view of Jack gliding under the covers and pouting like a child in bed.
Carefully he took a few steps to the bed and sat down, hands on his lap. Suddenly the fact of being on Jack's bed and in his room downing on him. (even if he shared the place with his sister but well.)
"Good, good, you behaved well."

Attentive brown eyes followed Hiccup's movements, glistening with anticipation when the other sat down on his bed. "I know, I know!" he said, impatiently. He opened his arms as if he was about to receive something. "And now I want my reward, you meanie."

Hiccup played with a fold in the cover for some time, his heart rate suddenly increasing. Well he had started that. And he had wanted it, after all. And still did.
He pushed Jack gently down, so he was lying -it was the purpose to all this to put him in bed right? He had promised his mother (damn Hiccup why are you thinking about Jack's mother now of all times?)- and before he could change his mind dove down and locked his lips with Jack's, causing an unexpected little sound of contentement to escape from the back of his throat.

Jackson just let it happen, let Hiccup push him down, hungry for the kiss that waited for him. His eyes lit up and he immediately wrapped his arms around Hiccup's neck, returning the other's kiss with a silent sigh. But he didn't let go of Hiccup. Instead he tightened his grip and deepened the kiss as well. Only after that he let go. "Mhh…you shall be forgiven." he stated dreamily.

Kisses with Jack were always like that. Not that they shared many yet, but every time he was wavering between restrain and losing himself completely into it. He didn't want to regret anything he would do with a drunk Jack anyway, so he tried his best to keep control of himself.
Awkwardly resting on his elbows, eyes still closed, and his neck locked in a strong grip, his hand moved just a bit to rest on Jack's neck and collarbone, nearly feeling his pulse. His own heart was beating like crazy and in this position he was sure all blood had traveled to his face.
And then it was finished.

The sounds that came out of his mouth were nearly unintelligible at first but he managed to regain control over his tongue again.
"I hope so. You are the ill-behaving child here."

"Who are you calling a child? I am older than you!" he pointed out, already going back to his pouting attitute towards the other. Sure, he wasn't the child here.

"It's not all about age, Jack." Hiccup commented, sighing. He sat back again.
"Because you're drunk and your mother asked me to put you in bed."

Jack snorted. "Nahh, I wouldn't call that drunk, Hiccup! I can deal with alcohol!" At least that was what Jack was absolutely convinced of!

"Of course you can." Hiccup tempered softly. Jack was now a living proof it was a blatant lie, but whatever.

"Why do I have to sleep again?" he asked, making himself comfortable while searching for Hiccup's hand. He just wanted to hold his hand and spend more time with Hiccup! He couldn't do that in his sleep!
"Can't you sleep in my bed? Mary and I share all the time!"

Hiccup let the other take his hand. He was thinking about sharing the bed too when Jack voiced it. Maybe he didn't have to sleep. She didn't talk about sleep, just to put him in bed then maybe they could stay like this for a little longer until the woman came back surely to tuck her other sleeping child in. Until then, it was only the two of them.
Though Jack's proposal made him heat-up.

"Share?!" As far as the idea was appealing he wasn't sure if him and Jack together was comparable to siblings sharing a bed. "I'm not sure if it's a good idea…" he cleared his throat. " But I can stay here with you for a little while."

A disappointed look made its way on Jack's face. "Oh, I hoped I could snuggle with you. That's a pity. I need a larger bed!" he giggled, turning a little in his bed, still holding on to Hiccup's hand and kissed it before he played with the other's fingers. Now that he was lying in bed everything seemed to make him a little dizzy. So he grimaced and squinted his eyes, so that he could see Hiccup properly. Everything was kind of…stirring.

The other boy play with his hand was oddly calming. Hiccup bit his lips at the next words though, feeling a pang in his chest at the idea of missing something here. The thought was so appealing. It took a few more seconds for him to make up his mind.
"Make room." he commanded, already moving one of his legs to the top of the bed. (mind you, it was the bad one.)

Jack's face lit up and he shifted so that he was lying there with his back pressed against the wall while looking at Hiccup with anticipation. "This is like the best day ever!" he concluded happily, opening his arms for Hiccup to lie in.

Hiccup raised his second leg and settled on top of the covers, turning his body so he was facing the other boy, then placing his arm nonchalantly on him. The bed wasn't that wide for two grown-up boys.

Now that he was lying, he could feel the few he had to drink was affecting him too. His head was pleasantly buzzing, his body relaxed.
"Give me a little bit of pillow." he demanded, pulling on it a little so his head could rest.

Jack, who had shut his eyes for a few seconds, opened them again, giving Hiccup a grin, slowly stretching his arm on the spot where the other's head would probably rest. "Here you go." he said, looking from Hiccup to his arm, as if to say the other he should use it as his pillow. Wasn't he a clever boy?

Hiccup rolled his eyes at that, but complied nevertheless, a small smile on his lips. He nestled his head in the crook of Jack's arm.
Their position was really intimate now, like lovers, and the young man gulped.
Even if he was on top of the covers and Jack under them he could still feel his warmth pretty well.
His free arm hugged him tighter.

Happily Jack immediately wrapped his arm around Hiccup when he laid down.
"Most comfortable pillow I am…!" he whispered happily as he nuzzled Hiccup's cheek with his nose. It could be like this every night! Have a lot to eat, have fun with people in the village, drink something and then end up cuddling in bed with each other. Perfect day!

"Pff, not sure about that, but whatever, it'll do." Hiccup commented, mentally thinking that he wouldn't trade this particular pillow for the most comfortable soft-feather one in the world.
He moved forward to place a kiss on his nose, and stayed in a way that their faces were close enough to feel each other's breaths ticking their skin. Oh how he wanted to stay like this forever.

"Don't doubt my comfy-ness mortal…" Jack muttered, rubbing his nose against the other, keeping on nuzzling him unintentionally. Now that he was in bed, tucked in and surrounded by Hiccup's warmth he just wanted to lie down and sleep like this. Also his head was spinning and he just wanted to enjoy the weird and funny feeling in Hiccup's presence. He was pretty sure that Hiccup was the general cause of it. So he fought his other arm free that was still captured under the blanket and wrapped it around the other figure, snuggling up. "Love you…" he sighed silently, about to doze off.

Hiccup just make a contented hmm sound and closed in eyes, relaxing in the intimacy and warmth.
It was calm for a moment before he heard those words again, and this time not yelled in a crazy drunk-induced state but in a small and sincere voice.
His eyes snapped open, heart missing a few beats before it was running again in a frenzy. He stayed like that in the silence trying to calm himself down, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. Why was this so difficult. He knew perfectly well what he felt. Still he was unable to voice it. Jack could. The fact he had too much to drink changed nothing.

He heard Jack taking longer and more even breaths, he must have fallen asleep finally.
He hadn't planned to end up there, all snuggled up in bed when he had brought Jack home that night.
He sighed, his chest still mercilessly clenched by an invisible force, the feeling completly overpowering him.
Hugging the boy closer so he could hide his face under his chin he finally let go of the words for the first time.

"I love you."

Too bad Jackson wouldn't be able to hear them.
Maybe it was the reason the confession was easier to utter.