I feel so guilty. Such a long wait and yet the chapter is so short.

But! It gets better trust me, this chaper just sorts things out... I think. I just have no motivation /-\

Enjoy~

With heavy breathing and tears in their eyes, they both managed to stop laughing. The issue of the Ice Pop was still lingering in the air, as they died down to uneven chuckles. "So Jack, you hungry? Dad won't be home for another 5 hours, so I guess we'll be home alone... That is if you don't fly off, again." Hiccup chuckled, plucking himself of the sofa and hobblung to the kitchen. Stoick "The Vast" Haddock was the mayor of the town amd owned major companies in Burgess and back home in Berk. So, owning a huge house with 4 floors wasn't a suprise. Hiccup shut a draw with his hip and watched a Jack perch himself on the kitchen counter, eyeing the hot chocolate and waffles that Hiccup was making.

Jack knew not to break Hiccup's concentration or when he was deep in thought so he just kept his mouth shut. Easier said than done, but the idea of disappointing Hiccup was more than enough to keep his voice box off for the moment. He glanced at Hiccup, and by the looks of it, it wasn't a very good thought. His eyes looked tired and his eyebrows were knitted together. Poor guy...

"I'm such a disappointment." Hiccup thought, stirring the hot chocolate a little bit too fiercly. "Why can't he see that I'm trying to please him, but I just can't. He always has the annoyed look, like someone skipped the meat in his sandwich. It wss tradition to name the runt a hiccup; his own Dad agreed with the nickname, for Thor's sake! No wonder he hates me..." He scooped up the waffles and put them on the plate, handing them silently to Jack. He winced slightly as he felt his fingers brush Jack's cold ones.

"You know, Hadley, I'm here if you just want to spill..." Jack whispered, eating the waffle with great care.

Hiccup gave a grateful smile and brought the hot chocolate up to his lips, "Thanks Jack..." He took a sip and lowered the cup, looking at the chocolately depths mixed with marshmallows that melted mercilessly. "Why does he hate me so much?"

Jack put down the fork and pushed the plate away, suddenly not hungry. "He doesn't hate you... He's just lonely that's all."

"He said it was my fault that Mum... you know, is gone..." He mumbled, setting the mug on the table and looking down at his hands. He saw a pale white hand rub his palm supportively, he looked up and saw Jack have a sad smile.

"It's not your fault Hiccup. It's nobody's fault. It's just a painful reality that we have to live in..." He continued to stroke Hiccup's tanned hand until an idea popped in his mind. "Tell you, we're gonna have a little fun."

Hiccup raised a quizzical eyebrow, "Are we?"

"Yes. So shut up and get some ice cream."

Hiccup reluctantly stood up from his postioned and opened the freezer door, scanning it's contents. He found ice pops, and avoided the worried glances from Jack as he began bit back his laughter. He pulled up a tub of mint ice cream, his personal favourite, grabbed two spoons and handed Jack the tub.

Jack plucked off the lid and examined the slightly green ice cream. He grimaced and took a spoonful of it, "Why do you like this flavour so much?"

"If you're not going to eat it then don't ea-" He felt a sudden coldness in his cheek. He felt it slide down, making his sweater go cold and damp. Mint Ice Cream. "You're so taking that back."

"Nope!" Jack laughed and flicked another spoonful at Hiccup, this time now landing in his hair. Jack laughed, biting his lip with a cheeky green. He saw a cocky smile work it's way on Hiccup's lips, as he saw him take a very big spoonful and walk slowly towards Jack. He stood there, a sparkle in his eyes and the cream melting on the spoon. Jack's smile turned into a gasp. Wiping the ice cream from his eyes, grabbed his staff and flicked it on the floor to create snowballs that rolled on the floor. "This means war!"

After about half an hour of cold cream being shoved down each other's back, the door opened. "Hiccup, I forgot my walle- What is THIS?!"

Hiccup froze in mid-air, and Jack stood still. The silence was deadly.

Stoick walked in, stepping over the long forgotten waffle and spilt hot chocolate and stood before Hiccup. The boy seemed to tremble in a way, he winced as he saw his father raise a hand. One blow knocked him off balanced, making him fall to the floor. Jack screamed and dropped his staff, and ran over to Hiccup.

His hands went right through Hiccup's body.

Wait, what?!

No. Nonononononono. NO.

Jack's screams of agony couldn't be heard, as he saw HIS Hiccup being beaten by his own father. He tried to grab onto Hiccup's hand, only to get the same reaction again. His heart broke as he saw the tears stream down Hiccup's freckled cheeks, writhering under the blows. His heart felt like a fist was squeezing the life out of him.

When Stoick was done, he grunted and reached for his wallet on the kitchen counter and slammed the door behind him, leaving a crying guardian and son.

The voilence may be inaccurate, but hey. It's called being fiction for a reason... I feel so bad now... ;-;

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