I'M SORRY IT'S A DAY LATE. I'm not going to give you excuses but…I am sick and I did just buy myself an iPad mini.
Here it is! I'm ok with this chapter, it's alright.
Guys, I know my writing isn't perfect can you please tell me what I can do better? I'm posting my stories so people will help me with them. I'm asking. I promise. Even flames will make me happy because I'm stubborn and I will prove you wrong.
Anyways, hope you enjoy.

Chapter Three

Jack let out a loud laugh and he quickly put one of his hands over his mouth, trying to cover up the laughter coming from him. Hiccup blushed and ducked back into the motte they were building to hide his flaming cheeks.

Hiccup had been coming to the fort to see Jack for close to a week now. When Hiccup had promised to return the day after all those days ago, he certainly had. He had been so excited to see the other boy again that he barely even got any sleep. The second day he had spent with Jack had gone much like the first; they had talked and built the fort simultaneously. They talked about the kinds of things they liked to do in the winter, they talked about what to do with the fort and they talked about each other.

No shocking secrets were shared but Hiccup expected that. He didn't really want Jack to share any deep secrets with him because if he did that then Hiccup would be expected to dig his bones out of the closet as well. That was something he was just not ready for. So, they kept to chatter light and carefree. When it was time for Hiccup to leave, they had both left the fort area with a fleeting promise that they would see each other the next day.

This was pretty much how the rest of the week had gone, both boys meeting in the clearing, working on the fort while talking and then leaving around midday. It worked out for Hiccup and he was happy. Happier than he could ever remember being. It felt good to have a friend, at least that what he thought Jack had become.

It had been easy to become friends with Jack. He was sure that there was supposed to be some kind of awkward transition from the status of "acquaintance" to "friend". But Hiccup hadn't felt that at all. Maybe he and Jack were cheating?

"Hiccup…," Jack gasped, bringing Hiccup back to the present. Hiccup peered curiously over the bridge to see Jack on the ground in the other side of the motte, a hand on his chest as he took deep breathes. Hiccup quickly hoped over the bridge and knelt beside Jack, he got even more worried when he saw that there were tears in Jack's eyes.

"Jack? Jack, what's wrong?" Hiccup questioned, at a loss for what to do.

"Why…" Jack whispered and Hiccup leaned in closer to be able to hear.

"Why would anyone name their kid Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the third?" Jack asked, a wide grin spreading on his face as another round of laughter took him. Hiccup narrowed his eyes and wacked Jack on the arm. He'd thought Jack was having some kind of heart attack.

"Jerk," muttered Hiccup playfully. Though everyone laughed at his name and he was thoroughly used to it. He recalled Jack laughing when he'd first heard his name but now that he'd heard his full name he was suffering from an all out laughing attack.

Hiccup sat beside the still chuckling Jack and looked up at the other boy. God he was gorgeous. Hiccup blinked at that thought that had ran through his mind and he shook his head slightly. "Yes, yes, ha-ha, I know so funny," Hiccup said, the sarcastic tone evident in his voice.

Jack calmed and took a couple deep breaths, "In all seriousness, why do you have such a…unique name?"

Hiccup smiled at Jack's word choice and shrugged, "People around here believe that horrible names will frighten off trolls and gnomes."

Jack let out a snort, "I guess that's one way of looking at it."

"I only have this name because I was named after my great grandfather, Hiccup Horrendous the second," Hiccup explained. He yelped when he felt a coldness seeping onto his butt and he hoped up. He quickly ran a hand over his trousers and groaned when he felt a wet spot. He was so busy talking to Jack that he'd forgotten that he was sitting in snow.

Hiccup pulled himself out of the motte and started wiping at his behind, trying to disperse some of the wetness. He heard Jack come up behind him, laughing slightly, "Oh, Hiccup, you never cease to amuse me."

Hiccup glared at Jack, "Glad someone finds it funny," he pouted, no one could ever explain how uncomfortable wet clothing in the winter could be.

Hiccup felt Jack put his arms around his shoulders and immediately Hiccups face began to heat up. "Don't be like that," Jack mockingly cooed to a red faced Hiccup, Hiccup ducked out from under Jack's arm and quickly turned to make it look like he was scooping up some snow.

"I've been thinking of some ideas that we could use to better the fort with," Jack declared suddenly.

That peeked Hiccup's interest and he turned towards the other boy, "Lemme hear them," he said, voice small.

Jack proceeded to tell Hiccup about how they could possibly think about making the walls taller since Jack was bigger than Hiccup was. How they could think about adding some decorations and maybe even make some snowball reserves.

Hiccup listened with all the awe a ten year old boy could muster and nodded his head at every one of Jack's ideas. He'd never thought of any of them and was impressed at Jack's thoughts. "They all sound great," Hiccup admitted.

Hiccup crawled back into the motte and started digging again, "We should finish the motte first though and then maybe we can start on the walls and maybe the reserves could be in the walls if we made them thick enough!" Hiccup said enthusiastically, looking up at Jack with a huge grin.

Jack smiled warmly down at Hiccup and hopped into the motte beside him, "I've been wondering," Jack started, eyes fixated on the snow in front of him. "What?" Hiccup asked.

"How old are you?" Jack asked, throwing a glance at Hiccup.

For a split second Hiccup considered lying to Jack but only for a second before he shoved the thought out of his head, "Uh, only ten," he answered honestly.

Jack's eyebrows shot up, "Only ten?"

Hiccup blushed and continued digging at the snow. He was often mistaken for younger because of how small he was. It was rare that anyone thought he was older.

"Yeah, why? Do I look older?" Hiccup questioned.

"Not really," Jack answered, scratching the back of his neck, "More like you act way older."

It was Hiccup's turn to be surprised. Did he really act older? He wasn't sure that he did and he'd never been told that he acted older than he was. Then again, nobody really knew him enough. Sure, he was different from the other kids in his village but he'd been told that since he could remember. While all the other Viking kids ran around chasing each other with twigs, Hiccup had always preferred to stay inside and practise reading or maybe draw.

Hiccup shrugged at Jack, he didn't really know how to answer that. "How old are you?" Hiccup questioned in return.

Jack looked a little surprised at Hiccups question and his brows furrowed in thought. Hiccup sat back on his heels and blew hot air into gloves, waiting for Jack to respond.

"Um, seventeen?" Jack finally answered, though he hesitated.

Hiccup snorted.

"What?" Jack asked indignantly.

"No offence but you don't act like you're seventeen," Hiccup giggled behind his hand.

"I do too!" Jack pouted.

Hiccup laughed, "In my village, the boys are off fighting battles by the time they're seventeen and here you are building a fort."

Jack turned away from Hiccup and dug viciously into the snow mumbling something about, "Rotten kids." Hiccup laughed and also continued to dig at the hard snow. All he and Jack did was poke fun at each other but the light banter felt right. It warmed Hiccup up until he felt full and Hiccup guessed that this is what it felt like to have a friend. Every time he thought of his time with Jack, even though it'd only been a week, he smiled.

"Hiccup!"

Hiccup groaned. Today was the day of the week his father didn't make his rounds and he apparently wanted something from Hiccup. He ran to his door and shouted, "Yes, father?"

"Come here!" Hiccup rolled his eyes, what could he possibly want with him? As he made his way down the stairs he mentally went through everything he'd done this week. As far as he knew, it'd been a good week, he hadn't accidently destroyed anything. Ok, well maybe one thing but that hadn't been his fault! The brake should have been secured if the cart was on a hill, and it should have been able to withstand Hiccup leaning up against it.

"Yeah?" Hiccup asked, now facing his father.

"What are you doing today, son?" Stoick asked, suddenly, "Any, uh, plans?"

Hiccups eyes narrowed as he looked at his father with suspicion. His father never asked what he was doing, and Hiccup guessed that he really didn't care. Why the sudden change? Was it because of the incident a week ago?

Sure, Hiccup had gone through hell because of "the little stunt he pulled" as his father would say. He hadn't really gotten punished but there had been some angry words from a certain angry Viking chief. Of course there had been no apology for the words that were spoken to Hiccup but Hiccup had already guessed that there wouldn't be.

"Yes, I'm checking the forest grounds for, um…dragons! To see if they have made nests…here?" Hiccup lied pathetically. He'd never had to lie before and the words tumbled off his tongue in a strange way. Stoick looked over his son and Hiccup knew he'd been caught. He clenched his teeth as he waited for his father to say something.

"Well, that's fine. Keep up the good work," Stoick said eventually and with that he turned around to face the fire.

Hiccup stared incredulously at his chief. A small smile graced his lips, well Vikings weren't known for their brains after all.

Hiccup pulled the pine branches down and stepped into the fort area. He turned to put them back up and then once again turned to face the fort. A small bubble of worry surfaced when he saw no white haired boy waiting for him with a lazy grin on his face. Hiccup squashed it down; people were allowed to be late.

Hiccup took the time to walk around the perimeter of the fort and gaze at his work of art in wonder. He was excited for how much more amazing the fort would become with the help from Jack. It no longer could be called a fort but a magnificent fortress.

Hiccup walked inside the fort and started his daily routine of brushing or packing down stray bits of snow. He sat down in his chair with a huff and patiently started to wait for Jack. It occurred to him that he should make a chair for Jack too. After all, he couldn't really call this fort just his anymore.

Sure, he'd done most of the work beforehand but now Jack was helping and coming up with great ideas. Yes, this was now Hiccup and Jack's fort. Hiccup smiled at that, it had a nice ring to it. He thought back to the first time he'd properly met Jack Frost. He had hit him on the back of a head with a snowball, almost exactly a week ago.

A week seemed like forever to Hiccup. It felt like he'd known Jack for so much longer but of course that was silly. Hiccup started humming as he patted down snow beside his chair, making the base for Jack's own chair. Suddenly a mischievous thought sprung into Hiccups mind and he smiled, payback time.

Hiccup ran out of the fort and scooped up some snow into his palm. He ran until he was in the forest, hidden by a small group of trees. Carefully, Hiccup started to shape the lump of snow in his hands so it resembled a ball. He turned away from the fort and picked up some snow to add to the ball, making sure it wasn't too heavy. He continued to shape the ball so it was perfectly rounded and when Hiccup turned to face the fort once again, Jack was there.

He had a worried look on his face as he walked around the fort, looking for him, Hiccup guessed. Hiccup waited until he had a perfect shot at the side of Jack's head and he took it, flinging the snowball into the air. Unfortunately, Hiccup's sleeve rubbed against the side of the tree, alerting Jack to Hiccups presence. Jack turned towards Hiccup but it was too late, the snowball was already in motion and it caught Jack right in the middle of his face.

Jack stood there like a gaping fish, his mouth opening and closing, eyes as wide as saucers. Hiccup took one look at Jack's face and burst out laughing. He clutched his sides as laughter racked his thin frame, tears came to his eyes and he tried unsuccessfully to wipe at them. At some point he must have fallen to the ground because suddenly there was snow pressed up against his face.

Hiccup continued to howl with laughter but stopped abruptly as he felt snow hit his head, some falling awkwardly into his ear. Hiccup sat up and looked at Jack, simultaneously trying to wipe at the side of his head.

Jack was peeking out from the other side of the fort and Hiccup could quite clearly see a pile of already made snowballs. Jack flung a snowball straight at Hiccup's face and Hiccup rolled out of the way just in time. He quickly got to his feet and scooped up another lump of snow; he patted it down and waited. When he caught sight of a brown shawl he flung it but sadly, it hit a tree and burst.

"Missed me!" He heard Jack call.

Hiccup got to work on making his own ammunition pile and got rewarded with a snowball to the chest when he wasn't paying attention. Hiccup grabbed one of his poorly made snowballs and crept around the fort only to see Jack peering around the other corner. Quietly he threw the snowball and gave a shout of victory when it met its target.

Hiccup quickly scrambled around the fort as Jack turned in surprise. He ran through the entrance of the fort and a realized couple seconds too late that he had nothing to make any snowballs with in here, the snow being too hard and too packed down. Hiccup groaned inaudibly and watched the entrance with focused eyes; if he couldn't fight back then he could at least dodge.

Without warning a snowball hit Hiccup straight on the top of the head as if it had fallen…Hiccup looked up and saw Jack perched on the wall, staff in hand and two very large piles of snowballs on either side of him. Jack started throwing the balls of snow with rapid fire, hitting Hiccup more than once. Hiccup tried to make a run for the exit only to be bombarded with more snowballs as Jack leapt from wall to wall.

Hiccup could think of no way out of this and sighing in defeat he curled into a ball, arms covering his head for protection, "Alright, ok! You win! I surrender!" Hiccup yelled. He tentatively lifted his head when he no longer felt any snowballs hitting him.

Hiccup pursed his lips and looked up the white haired boy. Jack sat smirking on the edge of the wall, a warning snowball still in his hand. "May this be a lesson, young grasshopper," Jack said, with a fake air of haughtiness, "Never, ever challenge a master."

For the second time that day Hiccup rolled his eyes, "There's always next time," he said with a small smile.

"Yeah, sure and I'll beat you then too," Jack declared, hopping off of the wall and landing beside Hiccup, "I have years more experience."

Hiccup pouted, "Only seven."

Jack only laughed at that before he turned towards the lump of snow that was beside Hiccup's chair. "What's this?" He asked, bending down to inspect it.

Hiccup blushed and started playing with his earlobe, "Oh, um, I thought that maybe you'd want a chair too, um, if you want."

Jack looked back at Hiccup with a grin on his face, "Sure!"

They spent the next half hour making Jack's chair and Hiccup thought it was strange because it had taken him a full day to make his own. Jack's chair was almost twice as big as Hiccup's, though they did have two people to work on it. The chair looked much like Hiccup's, almost identical. They made sure to leave enough room on the side for Jack to lean his staff up against the wall of the fort where it currently sat.

Both of the boys were to engrossed in making Jack's chair that neither of them noticed the sky growing steadily darker.

"I should probably be getting back home, I've stayed later than usual," Hiccup said as got up brushing the snow off of his knees.

Jack stood up too and looked up at the sky and gasped. Hiccup looked up as well and saw extremely dark grey clouds through the pine trees. A while ago Hiccup had noticed some snow falling through the pine tree branches that hung over the fort. At the time, he'd thought nothing of it, it was winter after all.

Too late did he realise that this was no ordinary snowfall, it was a snowstorm and snowstorms on Berk were a force to be reckoned with. They lasted for hours and sometimes days. People didn't leave their houses except to get food and even then it was done in groups so no one got lost. More than a few ended up dead when a snowstorm hit Berk.

Judging by the clouds overhead the storm would be almost at full force by now, the wind would be outrageous and you would have practically zero visibility. Hiccup sat down in his chair as his heart started to hammer in his chest and options immediately started whizzing through his head.

A) Leave the forest to try and get through the village to make it to your house. Success: 46%
B) Leave the forest to go to the village and call out in hopes that someone will hear you. Success: 24%
C) Stay in the forest and don't leave the fort where there is shelter from the wind and snow. Success: 78%

Hiccup mentally circled letter C and sat down in his chair, shivering not from the cold but from fright. Small bits of snow landed around him as they fell past the pine trees and Hiccup was immensely thankful for said pine trees. Without them, they would have surely been buried ages ago. Then again, without them, they would have been alerted to the storms presence ages ago as well.

Jack sat beside Hiccup in his newly finished chair with a sigh. "We're trapped here," Hiccup stated, "We can't leave because of the storm and if we did our chances of survival wouldn't be all that high."

Jack nodded, "But if we stay here you have a chance of freezing to death."

Hiccup picked up on the use of "you" instead of "us" but didn't comment. He was right; they did have a chance of freezing to death. Hiccup felt true terror grip at his heart and he started to shake harder. He was not going to die here, he was not going to die here, he was not going to die here, he chanted in his head.

Unpleasant thoughts found their way to Hiccup's head and he suddenly remembered that nobody knew where he was. He found it ironic that he had taken extra care so that nobody found out about this place and now because of that, he could potentially die.

Hiccup gasped and opened his eyes, unaware that he'd even closed them. He felt his eyes sting and he rubbed at them impatiently. Now was not the time to cry, he was going to show Jack that he could be a man. He was not going to cry, he was not going to cry, he was not going to cry, he chanted. Chanting was good, chanting meant you were focusing.

Unfortunately the tears were persistent and fell silently down his cheeks. Gods, he was scared. He was so scared. More scared then he could ever remember being. Suddenly Jack was in front of Hiccup having gotten out of his seat. Jack put his hand over Hiccup's, "Hey! Hey, it's alright, this isn't that bad," he said, wiping away Hiccup's tears with his thumb.

Hiccup let out a humorless laugh, "Kind of," he disagreed.

"No it's not, we're not going to let this storm get the best of us, we're gonna have a little fun instead."

Get it? Anyone that's seen RotG will get this, hopefully. Ok, I said Jack asked bc if you say it out loud it sound like jackass….and I'm immature, woot.
This may of seemed like a filler chapter but I promise you it's not. It's important. Every SINGLE word is important.
Just realised I spelt motte wrong in the chapters before this...awkward.
I changed the prologue to Chapter One because I felt it was the right thing to do.
Love you all. I seriously do. Like, unhealthy love. Ok.
–le sick Charles.