Canon crossover AU


"Hiccup, what are you doing?" I heard Jack ask as he peered over my shoulder. We were inside the Great Hall, alone for the most part. Or I hoped, I really didn't need other villagers to see me seemingly talking to myself. The winter spirit hadn't been in here when I entered, but I'd grown accustom to him randomly popping in whenever he wanted; with a hand on my shoulder as always, not that I minded at all. His touch wasn't as cold as it used to be.

"I'm reading," I replied, tilting my head down at the book on the table. "It's a very good book."

"Oh," Jack's voice dimmed, and he stepped back, only to jump over me and land effortlessly on his toes on the table. "Why don't you stop reading and we can go outside and have a snowball fight? Or build a snowman, or ice over a few walk ways to watch some good wipe outs? Or-"

"Or how about we stay in here and read?" I cut in, smirking a bit. "There's plenty of books in here I'm sure you'd like. If I keep hanging out with you out in the cold I'm going to catch a cold."

Jack's face looked crestfallen, but he quickly covered it up as he jumped to the floor and leaned on his staff. I blinked; I'd never seen him make a face like that before.

"Aw, come on Dragon Boy, where's the fun in that?" He questioned, putting up what I easily recognized as a fake smirk.

"Everywhere. Don't you like to read?" I countered, my own smirk falling bit by bit. Something was up, I could just tell, and I wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Jack's face suddenly grew pale-well, paler, and a hint of pink rose in his cheeks. "Uh...um, nope, don't like to."

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. Jack had always struck me as someone who'd enjoy a good book, especially during all those years of isolation. "Really? How come?"

Jack mumbled something under his breath, gluing his eyes to the ground as if he suddenly found it the most interesting thing in the room. I stood up, tilting my head at him. This was seriously something I'd never seen him do. Jack, the winter spirit, shies about something? And blushing? I expected the world to end at any moment.

"What was that?" I asked, taking a step towards him, "What'd you say?"

"I...IsaidIdon'tknowhowtoreadokaythat'swhyIdon'tli kereading." He stuttered, his voice faltering as he clutched his staff close to his chest, curling in on himself.

"Whoa, whoa, slow down there Frosty. Say that again, but slower, please."

Jack finally peeled his eyes up from the ground, and for a second I thought I saw his eyes heavy with tears, and it nearly sent me stumbling back. This was so weird. With a sigh, he opened his mouth to speak again,

"I...I said I don't know how to read. There, now you know." He grumbled before sitting on one of the benches in the Great Hall. He put his staff to the side to make room for his legs as he pulled them up, hugging them close to his chest. He sighed again, resting his forehead on his knees and successfully hiding his face from view. "I...never learned how...It's not like there was anyone to teach me."

"Hmm," I hummed, sitting next to him and holding the book I'd been reading in my hands. An idea was forming in my mind and a smile was spreading across my lips. I draped one arm around the spirit's shoulders, gently pulling him closer to me. "Well, now there is."

Jack raised his head and turned to look at me, eyes full of confusion. He stayed like that for a moment, mouth slightly parted before his whispered, "What?"

"I said well now there is." I chuckled, holding up the book so that he could see it. "How about I teach you? It's not that hard at all, really. It's just learning about the letters and then putting them into words, and then reading the words. Then sentences, then paragraphs..." I rambled, panning my arm with the book in front of us as I tried to explain the structures of reading.

His eyes lit up, blue eyes suddenly shining with the glow of the fires all around us. A hint of a smile pulled at the side of his lips, "You'd...you'd do that?"

"Of course!" I responded, continuing to smile at him. And I meant it, reading was something that everyone, spirit or not, should be able to enjoy. "What are good friends for?"

The smile finally won over the battle on his lips, and one spread across his face, lopsided just as always as Jack let out a little, soft laugh before running a hand through his hair. "Thanks," he whispered before clearing his throat and sitting up a bit straighter, shaking himself a bit. He turned to look at me, and something in me urged me to move forward, closer, just a little. So I did.

So did him. "Thanks Hic. That, that'd be great." He continued softly, slowly tilting his forehead down until it rested against mine. I felt my heartbeat picking up in my chest as well as a growing sense of warmth in my cheeks. The winter spirit continued to smile at me, the pink tint rising in his cheeks again. It was such a subtle change really, but with his pale complexion, it stood out amazingly...at least, this close up.

I mean...we were really close now. Our noses were touching just as our foreheads were.

This was...new.

We fell silent then, neither of us moving. I could feel his cool, soft breath against my lips. For moment I wondered if he could feel mine, no doubt much warmer than his own, and I then wondered if it felt nice, if he liked the warmth. I certainly liked the cold, I found myself realizing.

Actually, I didn't just like the cold.

I loved it.

"You're cold..." I heard myself mumble, causing Jack to laugh breathlessly and close his eyes for a moment. I found myself then unable to look away from him, not that I exactly wanted to.

"And you're warm," He mumbled back, opening his eyes halfway. I swallowed.

"I hope you don't mind that..."

He smiled again. "I don't, I like it actually."

"Oh, good..." I trailed off, mind pulling a blank.

"Do you?" He asked, voice still soft as his head tilted to the side ever so slowly.

I blinked, feeling a bit dazed before realizing he'd said something. "Do I what?"

"Mind me being cold."

"Oh, no. I like it." I answered, noticing how close our lips were now. "I...like it a lot, actually."

"That's good." Jack smiled again, "Then, you wouldn't mind too much if I..."

He trailed off, his gaze falling from my own to my lips. I felt as if my heart had skipped a beat, and let my gaze drop to try to match his, trying to not look at his lips as they seemed to draw closer to mine. I felt a hand slowly begin to run through my hair, and it was so cool in contrast to the warmth in the air, something so different than anything else I'd ever experienced.

And I loved it.

I closed my eyes as something in my mind told me to close the gap, I don't know what but something just, clicked, and I pressed my lips to his. He shivered, his hand pausing briefly in my hair before it gently pulled me closer, his other hand coming up to do the same on the other side of my head. I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning into him. He started to lean back, and somehow we wound up lying completely on the bench, miraculously balancing on the thin wood as I tried to hover over him while he pulled my upper body down.

For a moment we parted, both out of breath and eyes opening halfway to stare at each other in the dim light, trying to find something to say but no words came. The silence hung around us, but it wasn't awkward or weird. It was...comfortable. Nice.

Jack smiled then, seemingly reading my mind as he whispered, "This is nice..."

I nodded slightly, a small smile pulling at my lips as I started to lean back down to him. "Yeah, it is..."

A glint of something I could only describe as mischief sparked to life in his eyes. "So, I guess reading lessons will be later?"

I rolled my eyes, but let the smile pull through this time. "I guess so," I answered in a hush before a sudden force sent me falling over the side of the bench and under the table. I felt the wind be knocked out of me as my back hit the ground, but a hand rested underneath my head and kept it off the ground. Jack was above me, on his knees and one hand under the table now, the smile and mischief glint still present on his face and in his eyes. He leaned down and brought his face to his, quickly pressing his lips to mine before pulling away. He whispered,

"I'm fine with that..."

I reached up and wrapped an arm around his neck once more, feeling my cheeks fill with heat once more as I allowed myself to smirk.

"You know what?" I asked, whispering as I lowered my eyelids and pulled him farther down until he was lying completely on top of me. "I am too."