Chapter 2

Stoick sat in his Chevy impala 67.

''Hello, Stoick.'' He recalled the voice. North had always been a good friend of his. Ever since childhood had they helped each other in the worst and best times.

''North, I do believe we have a serious matter to discuss considering you called me as an emergency.''

The buff man nodded and clapped is hands. ''As you know, Jack is going to Berk, right?''

Stoick nodded. He had known this for a few weeks now and he feared that all the arrangements would be cancelled.

''Oh, don't look like that! There was a problem with the hotel that was going to keep the boy.''

''What do you mean?''

''An infestation of rats. Really tiny but rather annoying.'' North chuckled. The hotel had called him earlier that week with the bad news of complaints and had found it simply hilarious. Boy was the man jolly!

''What?! What am I going to do? All the other hotels are actually open to the public.'' True, they had picked the Sand Dust hotel for being the best and most isolated hotel.

''Well, since it's Jack's first time in Berk and you are the only person w can fully trust here-''

Oh god. Hell no. He was not suggesting what Stoick was thinking, was he?

''-Jack could go and stay with you!''

''Are we forgetting the fact that my 16 year old son as an unhealthy obsession with the boy?''

''Stoick. Listen, I know you don't want to make a bad impression, but if Hiccup really likes Jack that much then you can trust him to have some manners. The boy was so shy when he met me, I can't imagine what it will be like with Jack!''

''North. My son as a room full of posters of Jack. I've seen his sketches. My eyes are never going to be the same.''

North simply stood there.

''Fine. When will he come?''

''Right before dinner time!''

Sigh. What was he going to tell Hiccup?

/

''Bullhorns. We both know that USUK is a great ship!''

''Sure Hiccup, whatever you say.''

The boy, after 3 hours of blogging and chatting with Astrid, called it a rest.

As he stood up, Hiccup looked around his room. Posters, sketches, and random toys he kept from his childhood. Yep, same as always.

As he glanced at his alarm clock, he could fill his hunger grow.

Walking to the kitchen while singing in a soft tone to himself, the fan boy started to gather the ingredients to his dinner. Well, his and Stoick's dinner, if he even got home, that is.

''Can you hear the people sing, singing of love that isn't there.''

The boy twirled around the kitchen while going to side to side, swiftly getting the remote and turning the television on. Didn't even trip, he had to congratulate himself later.

''Hello, Berk citizens!'' His heart nearly stopped at the voice. Hiccup's eyes widened. Why was Jack freaking Overland Frost on his television, greeting his town?

''As you know, I'm Jack and I'm here to tell you a tale of an opportunity of a lifetime.

From this day two the nest month, I will be holding a talent show and will be the jury.''

Oh. My. Freaking. God.

''It doesn't matter what your talent is, as long as you have it. The winner will be working with my company. Good luck! You'll be provided more information soon!''

The screen faded to black. A muffled ''CAN WE GO ICE SKATING NOW?'' was heard.

Picking up his phone and almost dropping it in the bowl of hot pasta, Hiccup called his dad.

''Yes?''

''Dad? Is there anything you need to tell me? Something involving frost?''

/

''Jack! Come on, we have to go!''

White flashed past him as the teen slides with graceful movements. White air that defied gravity (by the secret use of gel, of course) moving wildly as the boy slowly made a circle by the centre of the ice ring.

The scene was something rather comforting to look at. With Jack worrying all the time these days, it was rare to see him so peaceful. As much as he would like to let the boy skate, they had to go.

''Fine.''

The car trip was silent most of the time.

''So...any news from Emma?''

''Nothing.''

''Jack,'' The older male looked to the boy briefly ''Do you know how much people survive cancer?''

''Do you know how much people don't?''

''They won't with that attitude. Be positive, Emma isn't that bad and can get a full recovery.''

''I know but...''

Silence fell.

''So, the hotel as a rat infestation, so you can't stay there.'' The look on Jack's face made the man laugh a bit. ''You'll be staying at the Mayor's house. Just you, him, and his son.''

''Son?''

''Yes. From what I heard from North, he as quite the...liking for you.''

''So he wants to bone me?''

A tanned hand connected with the back of Jack's head.

''Okay, okay, it was a joke!''

''But seriously, does he have the hots for me?''

As they reached their stop, Jack looked outside in awe.

''Not bad. Could have a pool, though.''

''Well kid, this is my turn to leave.'' Aster said taking out the actor's luggage.

''Wait, wha-''

Aster had left already.

Groaning in frustration, Jack knocked at the door. One, two, three times. He rang the door bell. No response.

Well desperate times mean desperate measures. Also known as picking the lock because it was cold as an ice pack and it was clearly going to rain soon.

A soft yet strong smell filed Jack's nose as he got in.

''Seems like dinner is here.''

He was not expecting to see a short, cute boy dancing around and fixing the food.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU- I'M SO DONE.

I can't believe you guys actually like this, well here you go.

Please don't kill me.