A Sly Plan
As I turned the key in the door I could hear the soft whimpering, and scratching on the other side. Toothless had probably smelled me for the couple minutes I had been walking up the stairs and down the hallway. Pushing the door open, his small, black, scaly body leaped and hit me in the face. "Oww!" I half yelled half laughed. It hurt but I couldn't have been mad at the little guy, we was still learning to fly. His tongue hung out and he made whining noises as his small wings flapped. "Yes, I have some food," I chuckled, holding my stinging nose and motioning for my bed "Go fly up on the bed." I pulled my scarf off and hug it up throwing my coat over the top of it on the hook. Digging in my bag for the few treats I had brought him, I pulled them out and tossed him a small chunk of raw meat. He flapped up and caught it, his lips smacking and a little slobber flying. "Whoa, you were hungry, I'm sorry boy," I closed the gap between the bed and myself and fell down, held out another chunk, feeling his sharp yet soft baby teeth graze my knuckle as he slurped it off. My eyes closed as I pulled another piece out for the dragon. Muscle memory took over the process feeding Tooth. I was mentally and physically exhausted, as sleep took over the only thing left on my mind was Jack and how I had just left him.
The knock at my door woke me. "Hiccup?" A soft questioning female voice muffled through the door. Groggily batting my eyes open, I felt before I saw Toothless curled up on my chest. The whole bag was empty, he had eaten all the treats while I was asleep. I smiled, not blaming the little guy. Rolling over, I scooped him up with one hand and laid him gently down on the bed. He was still out cold, and would probably stay that way for a bit. I looked out the window and heard the knock again. The sun was almost set, how long had I been out?
Looking to the clock on the edge of my nightstand, it had been about four hours. I didn't take naps, I couldn't think of the last time I took a nap. "Hic?" The voice came a little louder and more demanding. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my palms and stood up, "Just a second." Taking the strides to the door, I heard the knock come one last time. The muscles in my forearm tightened as I grabbed the handle and jerked it open. My body froze for a second as Astrid pushed past me and into my room. "You missed the match dork," she saw tooth was asleep and turned around as I closed the door. "Speaking of missing the match, so did Jack! You weren't jackin' Jack where you?" she made a motion with her hand, and gave me a wink. My mouth twisted in frustration, "No!" I said stern yet calm, "how did you get in here? You're not supposed to be able to." I noticed she was wearing an oversized gryffindor cloak and scarf. "I have my ways young Haddock," She retorted in a snarky manner as she tossed the scarf on the edge of my bed and took off the cloak to reveal her slytherin tie and jumper. She looked down at the sleeping ball of black scales on my bed "Somebody is tired?" her eyes drifted back to mine, "You look tired too. You sure you weren't with Jack? That was the last time I saw you both." For the first time in a long time, I felt myself get angry.
"No, Astrid," I can feel my voice, its strong and defiant "I wasnt with Jack. In fact I walked away from him and I regret it. But this little matchmaker game you have been pulling today is stupid, what would Jack even see in me?! I'm not a Gryffindor, I don't even know if I'm actually a wizard, I feel like I'm not some days. He's a friend, you're a friend, but you both have something going for you." The big sad eyes of the dragon were looking at me, he had woken up when my voice got louder, he was confused by the tone and I felt the tear run down my warm cheek. She cocked her head and let out a sigh, bridging the gap between us she wrapped her arms around me. "Hic, it's okay. You are a fantastic wizard, and a smart and funny and cute guy. Jack already cares about you, and those are his worst the funny and smart and cute, I think you're a dork." she chuckled a little. I smiled and laughed too. "Come on. I gotta show you something," her head motined out the door and I glanced over and back at her. "What?" I asked hesitantly. "You'll find out." She threw her stolen cloak and scarf back on, pushing the door open. I sighed, grabbed mine off the hook and followed.
We hurriedly flew down the stairs, Astrid pulling me along She had a strong grip on my forearm. I had left toothless out, but didn't anticipate being gone long. My roommates were popular and wouldn't be back anytime soon I thought, the little guy was fast asleep and I didnt want to wake him up. I left him the other bag of food and tucked him into my bed the way he liked. Astrid was excited about whatever this was that she had to show me, I was a little less enthused. Her hand really dug into my arm as we ran through the halls they were mostly empty, students were hanging out with their friends, many were outside enjoying the snow, and the winning house had to be celebrating. We tore through the Gryffindor common room, heading downward.
By the time we were past the Slytherin commons, my heart was beating fast- I had never snuck into another house before. Astrid pushed me up against the wall as she knocked on the door. The Slytherin common room was definitely more abundant with students than Gryffindor had been, so I pulled my cloak up and turned my back to the main passageway in the hopes that they wouldn't catch the red and yellow trim. I could feel the eyes glaring into my back. Astrid knocked on a door, and waited. No response. She knocked again and there was still nothing. She looked at me and saw the awkwardness and fear, that pulsed with each beat of my heart as it tried to escape my chest. She shrugged nonchalantly, and grabbed the handle, pushing it open. Her hands reached out, yanked on my collar, pulling me toward her and pushing me into the room. "Hey Jack, I have a present for you!" she hollered, giving me a smirk as she let go of my cloak, sending me stumbling over something on the floor. My body tumbled, in what felt like the most awkward slow motion fall, and I hit the floor hard. I can only imagine the look of shock and embarrassment on my face as she beamed at me shamelessly and pulled the door closed.
A wealth of emotions bubbled up in my throat. Anger, pain, excitement, fear, humiliation, joy, nervousness- everything got lodged in my esophagus and I just sat there staring at the door desperately. I heard a soft thud on the stone floor, as somebody moved into the room from another door. I didnt turn, I didn't want to turn. If it was Jack, I didn't want him to see me like this, and if it was one of his roomates, I didn't want to die like this. "Hic!" I heard his voice, low and soft, not in alarm but definitely in a small bit of surprise. Nervously running my hand through my hair, I looked back over my shoulder, "Hey Jack," I bit out breathlessly. A shaky laugh followed after his name escaped my lips. He was standing there with his toothbrush in his fist inches from his mouth. His rumpled white dress shirt was loose, untucked and unbuttoned to the middle of his chest. I let out a soft sigh as the toothbrush lowered, I couldn't help but run my eyes over him stopping on the way back up as they locked with his. I could feel my face, inflamed as the his icy blue stare studied me.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, his gaze flicking between the door and my vulnerable form on the ground. I moved my mouth to speak, but only a dry puff of air emerged, the back of my throat got coating in a thick layer of dryness and my throat balled up. "And was that Astrid? What did she mean about a present?" He strode across the room, and opened the door, standing over top of me, poking his head out for a moment, hoping the answer he was searching for would be in the hall. Once he determined it was not, he retracted his head and gently closed the door. He slowly turned around to look down at me, and his eyes crinkled shut in a slow blink as his lips curled upwards to smile gently. My heart stopped cold. He chuckled, "I like presents, it's not nice of her to tease about that. I'm guess that's how you got here." He reached out a hand, and my fingers slipped up to grab it he hoisted my body up and onto my feet. Jack was a good three or four inches taller than me so I had to stay looking up as I straightened out. I swallowed hard, getting some moisture back in my throat. "I, ugh, I-it, ugh I don't really know what her plan was." I say mumble, searching for the words as Jack takes a step around me. My head turns, my body following to watch him. "Is there something I should know Hic? She had a reason for brining you here, what is it?" He snorts a ginger laugh as he leans up against a desk a few feet away. His eyes may have been composed of the coldest ice on earth, but they held a smoldering heat as he watched me through the thick fringe of his lashes. Though he was perched casually, his rolled shirtsleeves lent to a different conclusion, betraying his taut forearm muscles as his large hands gripped the base of his upper arm, drawing my eyes to a defined bicep. It took all I had to not get caught on how those arms would feel wrapped around my ribcage, those hands on my face and in my hair.
I closed my eyes and take a deep, shuddering breath. "I think, ahh, I think she meant I was your gift. She ah, has the crazy idea that we are both into guys-" I heard him push off the desk. I forced myself to continue, "and madly in love, she's been making jokes all-" a cool hand slipped around my left hip. I glanced down disbelievingly at where his hand gripped, my head whipping back to meet his steady gaze "-all day. And it's been really.." Jack's other hand, soft and cold, gently ran along my cheek to the back of my neck. My words were cut short by his lips tenderly pressing against mine, parted gently. His hand on my hip snaked up to my lower back as leaned me back slightly and pressed into me easily. It wasn't hard or forced. His lips were surprisingly warm and soft on mine, and I pressed back against him. My eyes were clenched tight, I let out a soft whimper as he pulled away from me. My eyes slowly opened as an awe-struck smile dawned on my reddening cheeks. Jacks frosty blue eyes peered down at me, his face beamed, his cheeks flushed in what was probably a similar shade to mine. We stood there for what seemed like forever, Jack just holding me close and myself transfixed on his beautiful face.
"T-that was real magic," I stuttered, attempting to break the silence in a suave, sexy way. He pulled me a little closer, his breath cool on my neck as he lips moved to my ear. "I've wanted to kiss you since the day I met the little Dragon Master from Berk." His words were clean, and passionate. His tongue flicked my earlobe, and teeth nipped at it a second later.
I let out a hard and fast breath through my nostrils, as my teeth clamped down on my bottom lip. I felt Jack's hands slide down my side, stopping at my thighs, right below my butt as he lifted me up. He stepped closer to the wall, biting at my neck, and I let out a short, half breathed gasp. The rough wall bit into my back as Jack held me in place with his hips, his hands gripping into my thighs roughly. He continued to suck and nip at my neck, my head tipped back against the wall, eyes screwed shut. One hand slithered up my torso to pull down the collar of my shirt, allowing him to sink his teeth in a little deeper. I yelped in response, entirely from pleasure. His other hand slipped up the small of my back, the cool touch on my skin sending shivers over my body. My breathing hitched, picking up pace and intensity. Jack's hand slipped up and ran over my freckled chest, gently tweaking my nipple. I let out a high pitched, strangled moan, and Jack pulled away from my neck. "You like that?" He chuckled devilishly, his hand on my collar sliding up and grabbing my chin. Sucking my bottom lip between my teeth, I moaned softly and nodded my head vigorously, this my attempt at saying yes. His hand slipped up and covered my mouth, his warm breath hitting my ear. "If you're going to moan that loud Hiccie, someone's gonna think I have a girl in here and I don't want that someone ruining our fun." He smirked pinching my nipple harder, his cold fingers sending waves of pleasure through me. I felt my eyes roll back in my head as he chuckled and nipped at my neck again. One of his fingers, I was so aroused I couldn't tell which, slipped into my mouth. My eyes clenched tightly and Jack pushed me into the wall even more. His hips pressed deeper into mine and he bit my earlobe, his teeth dragging down it as he pulled away. My tongue moved along Jack's finger, one of my hands tangled in his hair, the other gripping his swollen bicep. I felt his teeth on my neck as he sucked at the skin there, his hot tongue laving at it slowly. I quietly moaned his name, the thickness of his finger in my mouth garbling the noise. Before I could understand what was happening, Jack was replacing his hand with his mouth and his finger with his tongue. My eyes clenched shut, his tongue wrapping around mine.
I didn't remember my sweater coming off, but it lay on the floor some distance away. Jack's long, dexterous fingers worked at the buttons on my shirt, until there were no more to unbutton and he just yanked on my tie, pulling me deeper into the kiss. He had also taken his shirt off- somehow I had missed the whole undressing part. He pushed me up, shifting so my hips were flush with his, pressing us somehow closer together. We both groaned at the friction this brought. I thought that the skin of my the back of my neck would fuse with the wall with how hard Jack was holding me there. My head tipped back, my hair was hanging almost to my eyes, sweaty and matted, the freckles on my cheeks hidden by a thick layer flushed skin. Jack pulled away and moved his head back, his eyes rising to meet mine, our's transfixed. His face broke into a bright smile and he opened his mouth to speak, when the door flew open.