Title: Stuffed Dragons
Genre: Angst/comfort
Words: 580
From a request by Crisall on Tumblr
"Oh my Odin, you loser."
Hiccup laughed as he held onto the large stuffed animal of a black dragon, a proud looking Jack walking backwards as he watched the happy smile on Hiccups lips never leave, his wallet lighter by sixty-five dollars. Sure, the stuffed animal could have been bought somewhere for less, but that wasn't as fun and didn't show the dedication Jack wanted to give for their third date. Even if Hiccup thought he was a complete loser, it was worth it with how Hiccup cuddled the the three foot stuffed animal, grinning into the soft fabric.
"Well then that means you are dating a loser." Jack taunted.
"You're right, I am." Hiccup smiled back, chuckling at how blue eyes brightened and Jack reached to take Hiccups hand, kissing his knuckles gently.
Hiccup couldn't think of a more perfect guy, someone with a sometimes horrible but great sense of humor, a love of bad puns and pranks, but the most determined and selfless person and he was completely everything Hiccup wanted and more. They were going to go home, to end the date and go on another in another day or two, to call either other after Jack dropped him off like stereotypical teenaged girls, to talk until they passed out and Stoick groaned on about how costly the phone bill would be. It was everything and it was perfect.
They were focused on each other, the evening, the magic in the air and Jack talking backwards to the fairs parking lot, Hiccups vision blocked a bit with the large stuffed animal so neither of them saw the swerving car, the drunk driver until headlights were bright on the stuffed animal and Hiccups face.
"HICCUP!"
A crowd formed in only moments, it took two officers to get Jack to let go of Hiccup, bleeding, curled against the white haired teen, his left leg shattered, blood pouring, the stuffed dragons tail ripped off and damaged off to the side. The ambulance were uncertain of Hiccups survival as they rushed him to the hospital, the police station had a bloody knuckled teenager that had slammed his fists into the drunk drivers face as he stumbled from the dented car on a stupor.
Stoick bailed Jack out an hour later, the light distaste he had before for his sons boyfriend gone, replaced with respect for the boy as he drove him to the hospital Hiccup was at, in surgery.
They only had seven hours of sleepless worry until they would find out the status of Hiccup.
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Three days passed and Jack stepped into the pristine white room, hands gripping at the black fabric of what was in his hands. He could see the changing of channels of the mounted television, finally settling on a competitive cooking show before looking to the visitor. Grinning, Jack held up the stuffed dragon, the tail sturdy but awkwardly sewn back on with patches of red fabric.
"It's not the best, and I didn't know if you would still want it but I … I'm still so sorry, it's my fault and-"
"I really am dating a loser, aren't I?"
The smile on Hiccups face was all Jack needed, moving into the small hospital bed to curl up with Hiccup as Gordon Ramsay screamed on screen, happy to have Hiccup alive and in one piece, minus one left leg.
HAPPY ENDING!