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Fans

They came in all shapes and sizes, from many parts of the world, with varying degrees of interest.

As he was becoming a bit of a house-hold name, a lot of Hiccup's support came from the more casual side; families and young children who were simply content to watch the films and leave it at that.

Jack on the other hand, was a bit of a different story. Whilst more than decently successful, his audience was significantly smaller by comparison. And of those, a larger percentage were more enthusiastically invested in both Believe, and its host.

Of course, that wasn't to say Hiccup didn't have a fair share of very dedicated fans (some to more uncomfortable levels than others). In fact, though neither boy was probably aware, these fans overlapped; sharing an admiration for both of them.

And so understandably, when these fans in particular heard there was going to be an interview that involved the Jack Frost and the Hiccup, they were damn excited.

But it went deeper than the fact they'd be appearing together. It was a matter of dynamic; just how differently the young men presented themselves, and what that would mean if their personalities mixed.

Jack was always so laid back, nothing about his show ever felt entirely concrete or tightly scripted and that didn't seem to bother him at all. Whereas Hiccup, whilst evidently still charming and funny enough to bring people in, was far more reserved (a common complaint among his avid supporters).

There was a lot of joking speculation online between fans, blogs posting previous Believe interviews with similarly reserved actors, detailing how they'd fallen under Jack's 'spell', and anticipating the same of Hiccup.

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Can you imagine him dealing with Jack's puns, though?

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We'll see how long you last Mr. No Nonsense!Hiccup.

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I volunteer myself to call in and talk to Hiccup on everyone's behalf.

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Next week on Believe: How to Untrain Your Hiccup. Jack's got his work cut out for him.

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Seriously is noone going to warn him about the puns, though?

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Another thing to note, was this particular group had a tendency to be scarily accurate on occasion.

The joking continued after the the interview aired, now with what seemed like even more people than before.

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Move over Astrid, Jack's got this.

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Can we talk about how Hiccup is now one of the few people who have seen Jack Frost, and how Jack is one of the few who have actually touched Hiccup's hair? They basically know eachother's deepest secrets now. Time for marriage.

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Why is it I did not know Hiccup had a snort-laugh before this? The world needs more unabashed Hiccup snort-laughing. Bless you Jack for being responsible.

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The only other time I've heard Hiccup this animated in an interview was when he was asked about his favourite dragon. And we are all quite aware how strongly he feels about dragons. Let that sink in.

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How long they stayed jokes, was a different matter entirely.

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The Exception

The only person who was more ready for Hiccup's interview to be over and done with than Hiccup himself, was Astrid. In the week leading up to it, the guy was nothing but a drag to be around. And as someone who spent a decent amount of time around him – both in and outside of work - it got old, very quickly.

She actually celebrated after practically shoving him into the discreet black car prepared to take him to the radio station. Sure there'd probably be some "I was completely right, it was so horrible" complaining to come, but it wasn't anything Astrid couldn't shut down with a "shut up, it's over now, Hiccup".

And after the week she'd had, that was worth having a drink to.

When she met up with Hiccup later that day however, there was no complaining at all. Generally this meant that sulking – of the not-as-subtle-as- Hiccup-thinks-he's-being variety – replaced it, but there was none of that either. He seemed a little spacey, but otherwise fine.

Taking the peace she could get -despite being somewhat curious as to how things turned out – Astrid didn't call him on it. Initially.

Hiccup continued to be withdrawn, absent-minded the day and at home. The former, Astrid could forgive a little more, considering how many vapid teen magazines they'd done interviews for recently (she has many questions for their marketing team), but when it was just them at home, not so much.

Though the arrangement that was happening behind closed doors was very different to what was publicised, Hiccup and Astrid did share a house together. Or well, more accurately a very spacious private apartment together – but besides the point.

The actress wouldn't think to hesitate before calling Hiccup her best friend – which came with some pretty big responsibilities that he was not living up to.

They first met after finding out they'd been cast for the first Dragons movie. Astrid who'd worked her ass off for several years trying to get a break like this – much to the disapproval of her family, and Hiccup, who while auditioned like everybody else, did get said audition through some connections.

He wasn't proud of it and it still bothered him, but it's hard to expect much else when you've got a father directing high up in the industry.

Needless to say, the friendship had a bit of a rocky start.

Astrid wasn't one to buy into gossip and backstage trash-talk, but after losing several really great roles to family members of the Casting Director.. She didn't think particularly high of Hiccup.

An opinion not improved upon when the first words out of his mouth to her were, "So you're the one who's going to be kissing me..?"

Looking back on it now, having known him for years, it makes Astrid laugh.

The nervousness he spoke with should probably have tipped her off. But alas, despite his terrible way with words (which Hiccup apologized profusely for), she quickly found he was in fact a pretty sweet, likable guy.

That really, really had no intention of hitting on her.

Their friendship only escalated from there, and Astrid found herself pleasantly surprised when Hiccup could indeed act. Hanging out off set became a thing, the pair spending what probably should have been down time, to watch bad movies and reminisce high school Drama.

Hiccup was more into backstage production and costume making at the time, while Astrid was sneaking out to perform in anything and everything they'd let her be in – always as the lead, of course.

Being so wrapped up in theater left little time for the conventional party-scene most of their fellow students got involved in. As a result, neither yearned to be stupidly intoxicated, and agreed a quiet night at home was much more enticing. That was probably the moment they really clicked. Moving in together was basically inevitable.

And while there were occasional roommate squabbles, Astrid and Hiccup never once regretted the decision. It was great having a friend to come home to, who knew exactly what you were talking about when it came to work, and could deeply empathize when things got particularly shitty; just drop all the pretenses and be honest.

But ever since Hiccup's interview with that Jack guy, there had been none of that. At best the brunet would give a sort of half-assed "Oh yeah, that sucks a lot" or "Gotta hate those paps". Which today, really wasn't going to cut it.

There was only so many diet questions Astrid could handle before venting (see: series of colourful curses thrown together) and a pair of willing ears was required.

"Alright," she said, turning sharply in Hiccup's direction, effectively stopping him from coming any further into the apartment, "What is it? What's up?"

Hiccup seemed unfazed, securing the front door behind him before giving his full attention to Astrid.

"Uh...I? We've been together all day...Is...There something 'up' I should know about?"

He moved to sidestep his friend, keys in hand to place on the table, but Astrid blocked him.

"Yes, you should know. Considering it's you who's 'up'."

"Okay..." Hiccup remained confused, but got the feeling he wasn't going to be moving from his current spot anytime soon. With this in mind he stuffed their house keys into his pocket for safe keeping. "Wait, is this about me being taller than you now-"

"Ugh! No. I swear your stupidity is going to get you killed one day.."

"It's a little early for death threats, isn't it?"

Astrid questioned why she was waiting around for someone else to commit the murder.

"The interview, Hiccup. The Jack Frost one," she clarified quickly before Hiccup could respond with another question, "You've been acting weird since, and I want to know why."

Finally the penny dropped. Hiccup's shoulders became noticeably stiff, and suddenly he couldn't look Astrid in the eye.

"Well...?" she prompted after a moment of silence, now more curious than ever.

"W-what makes you think-"

Astrid could tell just by the way the brunet's hand was moving to the back of his neck, that he was going to try and skirt around the subject. She'd seen him try to avoid answering for stupid things he'd done enough times to be certain.

"Don't bullshit me, Hiccup. No, seriously. You're not fun to be around like this," she said sternly, "Just tell me what happened; I'll laugh at whatever dumb thing it is you did, and then we can move on."

Hiccup cast his eyes to the floor with a sigh. Astrid's way with words still left a lot to be desired, but he knew she was right. Things were always better between them out in the open – and it was all so stupid anyway..

It took him a moment to formulate an explanation, and even still it was came in a very round about, Hiccup way.

"I.. May have judged a book by it's cover.."

"What are yo-"

"The interview. Jack. He was.. Actually pretty decent," Hiccup trailed off at the end, but it wasn't lost on Astrid.

"So you enjoyed the interview?" she was merciful enough to phrase it as a question.

"It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be..."

"You enjoyed the interview."

Hiccup sighed, finally relenting.

"Enough to feel bad when they rushed me off afterward.."

Astrid nodded slowly in understanding, "..Ah."

Abrupt endings to interviews were really uncomfortable; it was never nice feeling like you came off looking as an arrogant diva. But at some point – as Astrid herself had learned – you had to stop concerning yourself with what other people thought, and even assuming you're what they're thinking about at all.

Hiccup was still in the process of learning this.

"I'm sure he would have understood though..." she breached the topic a little more gently this time, "You're an international celebrity, Hiccup; kinda on a busy timetable."

And Hiccup nodded, clearly knowing as much. It was easy to forget sometimes though; accepting that the 'celebrity' status applied to oneself was a process that took time apparently.

"Yeah," he gave the best nonchalant shrug he could.

It wasn't convincing at all, leaving Astrid more inclined to find out just what happened in the interview..

"Just would have felt better to say goodbye properly," Hiccup shrugged again, this one even less believable than the first.

"I'm sorry, Hiccup."

"Me too."

"Uh, about. Being a lousy friend, I mean."

"I got that," Astrid chuckled, "And you're forgiven, by the way."

Looking at her friend, she could tell there was more he wanted to say (which made sense considering how significantly the whole thing seemed to have affected him). But knowing Hiccup like she did, he wasn't one to speak up without prompting when it came to himself.

"I don't suppose he has an email address or something?"

Hiccup turned his eyes back to her, from where they'd previously strayed, looking confused. "...Not that I have..?"

"Right.. I just, thought you could shoot him a message or something. Let him know you're sorry for having to rush off."

"O-oh," Hiccup considered the idea a moment, before frowning, "I don't know..."

He didn't say it out loud- already aware how he was coming off- but Hiccup felt that an email would be a little too impersonal for the closure he hoped to achieve. The ship for that had really already sailed though, seeing as his ideal method involved traveling back in time and make sure he had enough to say good-bye in the first place.

"That'd be a bit.. strange wouldn't it?" he asked.

"No stranger than you feeling bad about this in the first place."

Some days Hiccup was less thankful for Astrid's blunt honesty than others.

"Right.." he nodded in reply, looking elsewhere again.

He clearly still had more to say – and probably was saying in his head – but Astrid could tell she wouldn't be able to get it out of him, so she dropped it.

She stepped to the side to let Hiccup know she didn't intend to block his path anymore, and gave a small smile.

Hiccup took the cue and made his way further into the house, towards the large sofa in the living room. There he sat down, comfortably sagging into the plush cushions, ready to forget about the day entirely. Astrid followed shortly after.

"You wanna watch something?"

"As long as I'm not in it."

Hours later when Hiccup was curled into the arm of the couch, fast asleep (and recently covered in a blanket) , Astrid made her move. Situated at the other end of the room, laptop open and headphones securely plugged in, she began the search for the interview.

There was a part of her that felt mildly guilty, seeing as Hiccup was reluctant to talk more about it himself. But she managed to press on with the thought that she was merely picking up where her friend was lacking. Far be it for Astrid to call him unmotivated or not determined, but some circumstances withstanding, Hiccup did have a habit of throwing his hands in the air and claiming apathy.

He was quick to jump to the 'da-da-da, we're dead', while Astrid was still asking, 'but are we really?'.

As far as the blonde was concerned, this was one of those cases.

The Believe website wasn't difficult to find, but the actual interview itself was a different story. From what Astrid could gather from her browsing, the audio from the broadcast wasn't posted online until several weeks after it's actual airing – like a fan loyalty/viewership thing. If you didn't tune into the show, you had to wait.

For the time being, it seemed Astrid could do little herself but admit defeat. Until of course moments later, when she stumbled onto the Fan Comment section. It was a complete lucky coincidence really. The page was flooded in a steady stream of messages, and her eyes just happened to catch a link that read:

'its low quality but if anyone missed Jack Frost's interview with Hiccup feel free to download!'

Apparently not everyone was fond of the loyalty system.

Which Astrid chose to take advantage of, and clicked on, before it disappeared under the other incoming comments.

In the minutes waiting for it to download, the actress made sure to double check that her headphones were plugged in. A process which was then repeated prior to opening the file, just to be sure.

Probably wouldn't have killed her to be a little more selective. The audio quality was muffled and scratchy, and from the sounds of things, the recorder hadn't even managed to capture the entire interview.

In the first few seconds she could make out Hiccup's voice, already engrossed in recounting his favorite outtake story to tell in interviews. Astrid swore it got more exaggerated every time, but bore with it so as to hear the rest. She couldn't really be sure what she was expecting to hear, still lost on the idea Hiccup had been so affected by something he partook in routinely. But as the recorded conversation continued on, it became more apparent.

This "Jack Frost", was very laid back. He didn't sound as though he was trying to get through questions as quickly as possible – despite very likely time constraints. Nothing like the jerk he'd been described as to her weeks before. By the mid way point of the audio file, the guy even had Hiccup at ease enough to ramble.

It was something he did a lot more in their early days, until their handlers made it clear nobody had time for 'lengthy bumbling', and to keep his answers precise and relevant. Yeah, it felt harsh at the time, but they would never have gotten anything done if something wasn't said.

So, the fact that Hiccup was comfortable enough to do otherwise was pretty significant.

When it came to the "listeners'" questions- even though Astrid knew it was a little unreasonable to expect Jack to bypass all the bullshitter-y that were publicity interviews- she couldn't help but roll her eyes. Really it was a wonder how many people actually believed it was in anyway a hosts' decision as to which were asked. Especially considering how frequently the same ones were brought up. And – quite often – made up.

Thankfully, there was at least some expanding on the usual queries. Astrid even found herself smiling along, the sounds of her friend very much enjoying himself proving to be quite pleasing. With the amount of time she spent with Hiccup, she could easily hear the smile in his voice; something that was generally reserved for discussing the logistics behind real-life dragons and very little else.

That all ended come the last question though. The freckle-fixation was to be expected, but the hair touching was a more recent development. Well, with her friend's largely adolescent fanbase, the interest had probably always been there...But that hardly excused their handler's from encouraging fans to act on it.

Hiccup already dealt with his fair share of handsy presenters and reporters who felt entitled to be in his personal space (apparently a fine-print disclaimer of being a young, attractive actor); he really didn't need hands in hair requests to become a thing.

The pair handled it well though, from what Astrid could tell from their voices at least, and they fairly smoothly managed to navigate away from the subject.

She allowed herself to relax again when the bet was brought up. Both the confidence Hiccup spoke with, and the fact that if he ever tried to weasel his way out of it, Astrid would have audio proof of his agreement, were deeply amusing.

The file ended just as Jack began introducing another song to sign out with.

Almost immediately after, Astrid pressed to play it from the start again.

Some form of action definitely had to be taken here. The young woman couldn't be sure what specifically just yet, but was very determined to figure it out.

"There's a Believe website you know?"

It was over breakfast she asked. Hiccup was half way through pouring a bowl of cereal, hair a mess and eyes still adjusting to the waking world. But even in his just-conscious state, he seemed to catch on quickly.

Astrid and coyness were always deliberate. Hiccup knew this, and consequently felt his stomach sink a little.

"What did you do?" he asked with a frown.

"Nothing," she replied, drawing out the familiar act a little longer, "..Yet."

"Just a bit of research really."

"That sounds a bit like something," Hiccup commented dryly, placing down the cereal box.

Astrid remained unfazed by her friend's attitude.

"It's actually pretty cool – really fan oriented and stuff. Lots of ways to interact."

"Uh huh.." He nodded expectantly.

"All things considered, I think it's your best way to get in contact."

There is was.

Hiccup immediately went to resist the idea, because honestly. There were like a million and one reasons why Astrid's idea was a bad one. But before he could, he was cut off.

"You could get the apology off your chest and then, I don't know. Invite him out for donuts or something?"

His eyes grew wide. Now there was entirely separate issue.

"Y-you listened to it?" he spluttered.

It was stupid, honestly. To react so dramatically – especially considering this was Astrid. But for some reason the fact that she knew what was said explicitly, left the brunet feeling embarrassed and exposed.

"You were right. He does seem very decent," Astrid herself seemed to have no inclination to address it at all. "I approve."

"Okay, first of all-"

Of course, even with her current attitude, she'd be foolish to think there'd be no resistance from Hiccup's end. Thankfully, Astrid was far from such.

"-You have a serious problem with invading privacy-"

"It was an interview broadcast to millions." She wasn't lying.

"That doesn't-"

"Even more on the website. S'pretty public domain." He didn't have to know it hadn't been officially uploaded yet.

"Where I'm just casually supposed to leave an invitation for donuts, that millions will see? I'm sure our handlers would love that."

"There's account settings to make your information invisible to other users – not that you'd be giving anything vital away, anyway." Obviously.

" I highly doubt with that many people my message would even be seen."

"Jack's actually quite active on the GuestBook."

" Yeah. 'Jack', right. Come on, Astrid."

"The abundance of emojis doesn't really scream PR people." Even Astrid had been surprised, honestly. Jack did sound like an adult in the audio.

There was a brief moment of quiet where Hiccup was clearly trying to come up with another retort.

"T-this. This is ridiculous!" He groaned uselessly.

Really, why was he even trying to justify something so absurd?

Astrid merely sighed in response. She then pushed out from her place at the breakfast bar, gathering her bowl and taking it towards the dishwasher.

"...Guess you're right," the woman sounded truly defeated as she bent down to open the machine.

Hiccup looked on with great confusion.

"And I guess Jack will just have to go on thinking you're a jerk forever."

There it was. ..Again.

"W-wait. You- What about yesterday when you said he'd 'definitely understand'?!"

Astrid couldn't help grinning when she turned back to see Hiccup's expression. She gave a dismissive shrug.

"Maybe I was just trying to make you feel better."

It was clear she had no intention of giving up. Hiccup felt the fact he knew this with uttermost certainty from personal experience, warranted him some kind of medal or compensation.

"You, are the sorest loser in the entire world..." he relented with a gruff sigh.

Astrid's smile grew wider.

"Happens when you win all the time."

"Hiccup it's not that hard," Astrid groaned in exasperation as she heard vigorous Backspacing coming from the living room.

She was originally in there with Hiccup, but quickly had to remove herself before the urge to rip out her hair in frustration became too strong. It was hard enough watching him deliberate over an 'appropriate' username (Definitely-Not-Squirming was what he finally decided on – it'd stick out amongst regular fans while not being too obvious). The creation of the actual message was just too excruciating to be a part of in such close proximity.

"Seriously," Astrid continued when she got no answer, "You are wasting the first day off we've had in ages."

If Astrid wasn't around to make sure he did it, Hiccup would absolutely put off. Indefinitely if he could manage. He already wasn't allowing her to have any input, having only agreed to write the message at all, on that condition.

There was no depth to which Hiccup wouldn't weasel.

"Last I checked this was your idea. I'm just going along with what you suggested," he called back.

His voice held no remorse.

Really she should have expected the passive aggression from the little bastard. It was easy enough to get him to cave to an idea, but having Hiccup be pleasant about it was a different challenge entirely.

Astrid didn't dignify his cheek with a response though, instead turning to her phone to keep her occupied while she waited.

It had to have been another hour or so before the typing finally stopped. Upon noticing, Astrid stood and slowly made her way back into the living room.

Hiccup was sat on the couch, laptop closed on his lap.

"...Finished?" she asked, withholding a 'finally' from her question.

"Yep," he answered, feigning nonchalance like the day before.

Astrid chose not to comment on it, the deed was done and that's what mattered.

"Good," she smiled, "Now you just have to wait."

"Yep," Hiccup said again with a nod.

There was a part of him that was still very adamant in believing this was a completely stupid idea – hell, Jack probably wouldn't even get the damn thing. But – and he wouldn't admit it out loud (probably wasn't necessary for Astrid anyway) – there was also another part that was a little hopeful.

"Just gotta wait."

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Getting On.

There were plenty of people who looked down on how Jack carried himself. Probably more than the few middle-aged higher-ups he'd overheard disdainful comments from. But no matter what they thought or said, Jack was still a professional (even if only by the most literal definition). As such, it was expected of him to be able to keep personal feelings out of his work, and entertain like he was paid to do so.

Which he did.

Everyday since his interview with Hiccup, Jack hosted his show just as he always had; cracking jokes, chatting with fans and singing along to the songs he played. He'd even had a few other guests join him; never failing to make them smile and laugh.

Objectively, everything was going great.

And yeah, maybe that familiar nagging feeling in Jack's chest still lingered. The kind he got whenever he really clicked with a guest on the show.

Only it'd never lasted this long before.. And certainly hadn't compelled him to go out and learn more about them...

But Hiccup was quite the high-profile personality. Sort of hard not to 'come across' an appearance or two of him if you watch enough television.

That's all it was. Probably.

Or at least that's what Jack told himself as the final chorus of the latest The Guardians hit played through the studio. He'd be back on air in a moment, and had since prepared his last segment of the day.

"Welcome back everybody. You're listening to Believe, and that was 'Man In The Moon', the new single from The Guardians. It's available in stores now, so if you liked the song, don't forget to show your support. Haven't met them myself, but they seem like a great bunch."

"Very busy though, lots of deadlines for them to meet I imagine. So for all those listeners who have been asking for me to have them on the show: when their schedule clears up, I'll definitely be extending an invitation."

"Speaking of questions," Jack leaned forward as he spoke, moving his mouse to reawaken his computer monitor, "Since we've got a little extra time today – which seems to be getting pretty typical of Wednesdays, I thought I'd take a look in the site's Guestbook and answer a few. And remember you're welcome to leave a question for me. I can't always read them on air, but I love to get them. Just don't write anything you wouldn't want your mother seeing."

The page had already been opened earlier, but Jack made sure to refresh it before he began reading.

"Let's see what we have here..." he began, eyes perusing over the many comments that presented themselves.

The host read through several, when a particular username caught his eye. It wasn't the name itself per se', but the capitalization – and oh wow, hyphens too.

Let's just say, his usual commenter didn't tend to have that much tact. There was the occasional snow pun amongst many variations of 'Mrs JackFrost' but otherwise, yeah. It was most likely due to the website being populated by, and aimed at a younger portion of his demographic.

The strangeness didn't stop at the username either.

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Username: Definitely-Not-Squirming

Email: [Hidden]

Message: "I feel awful about having to rush off the other day. Especially after you were so cool. You seem like a pretty understanding guy, but I'd still like to make it up to you. Believe you said something about a fondness for donuts?"

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Jack blinked several times and reread the message, not believing the words in front of him.

The donuts was one thing, but everything else, the squirming, having to rush off, wasn't said on air.

The comment was from Hiccup. Fucking Hiccup. On his damn website of all places.

But well. There wasn't exactly a whole lot of options to get in contact with him otherwise, was there?

Beside the point. Hiccup had sent him a message. Hiccup wanted to meet up. Jack didn't know how they'd manage that with conflicting schedules, but he was so absolutely beside himself he didn't care.

"S-so! 'Nippingatyournose64' wants to know.."

Realizing he'd gone quiet for a long moment, Jack quickly began reading the question left below Hiccup's. Thankfully it was a fairly standard one, and he could basically answer on autopilot. The only real effort went into keeping his voice even, despite his excitement.

As he spoke, the host opened another window on his computer and began typing his administration password into it. With it he was allowed access to otherwise hidden email addresses on the site. The function was only intended to block inappropriate users from commenting, but nobody else had to know about this particular exception..

Talking_Fishbone_Haddock AT Dnet . com

Jack had to stop himself from laughing mid-sentence. If he wasn't certain before, he was completely convinced now, that the brunet had sent the message. As he jotted down the address for later, still talking away to his listeners, he also made note to make fun of Hiccup for being such a dork.

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Anticipation.

Three days later, and Hiccup still hadn't received a reply. He felt like an idiot, both for having written it in the first place, and for having built up any sort of hope that Jack would respond. Lengthy time was spent reiterating this to himself.. While routinely checking through his emails.

He'd ended up having to make an entirely separate address for the whole endeavor, as both his work and personal ones were far too risky to put out on the internet. So when Hiccup opened his inbox, he couldn't even get falsely excited over emails from other people. It was completely empty. Almost mocking in a way...

"He has a day job you know," Astrid said, bringing him from his thoughts, "You've got to expect a little waiting time."

She sat across from him in the booth of a fairly public restaurant. For that reason, though she sounded impatient she was smiling pleasantly – ever aware of the watchful company outside.

Hiccup stiffened, trying to look as innocent as possible. Even though this had to be the fifth time today Astrid had caught him checking through his phone.

"At least try to look a little invested," she chided, still with a smile, as she reached across the table to take Hiccup's hand.

There were several camera flashes from outside.

"S-sorry.." Hiccup replied sheepishly, making an effort to maintain eye-contact.

It lasted all of five seconds, before Hiccup's phone went off, a quiet ding sounding from his lap.

Immediately His hand dropped from Astrid's ( the woman refrained from rolling her eyes), and he scrambled to reach for the device.

Astrid gathered by the wide eyes scanning across the small screen, the email he'd been waiting for had finally come.

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To: Talking_Fishbone_Haddock AT Dnet . com

Subject: Really Hoping You're Not Just A Very Thorough Stalker
Attachment(s): 'sure you get your fair share of intrusive fans. Just so you know its me'

hi :D

it was really no trouble. im sure you had like a billion other interviews to get to that day, not your fault. You're making quire the generous offer though and i think id like to take you up on it. my schedule is probably a little freer than yours. what works best for you? ;)

-Jack B)

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Underneath the message was an attached photo. It was undeniably Jack's radio studio.