Apologies for being gone so long. Just been too busy, and I didn't have that much motivation...(actually I did because of all your reviews and all of them make me smile everytime. I just had no insipiration).

With my other story (No I'm Not) I also had no inspiration. I'm looking, don't worry.

Anyhoozes, enjoy!

[I do not anything]


Hiccup lay motionless on the ground for a few minutes, Jack whimpering a couple of metres away. Stoick was long gone and the ice all around them seemed to be melting... Apart from the area that Jack was in. His area was below freezing.

Jack decided he had enough of being sad, this wasn't a nightmare. This was reality, and he chose to do something about it. He shook as he stood up and crawled in his hands and knees towards Hiccup. He reached out with a hesitant hand towards the unconscience teen... But this time, his hand didn't go through.

He sighed in relief and he clutched Hiccup and wrapped his arms around him, whispering everything was going to be alright in his auburn hair. Jack gently rocked Hiccup in his arms, his thumb rubbing the rough fabric of his sweater, as he felt a single cold tear roll down his cheek.

Jack started to feel Hiccup stir from his unconscience state, wiping away the tear. Hiccup opened his eyes groggily and looked up at Jack. His bottom lip quivered and his eyes started to water. When he did start to cry, Jack soothed him with comforting words. "J-Jack..." He cried, "I don't know w-what I do wrong..." His buried his face into Jack's hoodie, knowing that his wet tears would freeze later on.

Hiccup continued to cry and Jack patted his hair, "You didn't do anything wrong."

"He h-hates me!" Hiccup cried into Jack's hoodie harder and, ironically, started to hiccup.

"Shh. Hiccup, don't worry. It's over now. Don't cry... We'll talk about this later okay? But for now, we really need to clean you up. Your hair is still sticky with the ice cream from ealier." Jack suggested with a small smile, as he started to rub Hiccup's back, humming a song he heard from a car's radio.

Hiccup nodded in response and his cries subsided into whimpers, which eventually turned into deep breaths. A million thoughts were racking his mind all at once, for example one thought was him thinking that whatever he did, he could never please his father. Whatever he tried, he would always end up disappointing him. On the bright side, he had Jack. Hiccup smiled, despite the sad thoughts, and looked up at Jack. "You did know that that song is from a really cheesy romance?"

Jack laughed, "Really?"

"Yeah."

The smiled at each other before they realised how close their faces were.

"Uh..." Hiccup scrambled away from Jack and felt his face fill with heat. He scratched his cheek, attempting to hide the blush from Jack, hoping it went unnoticed. His whole body still hurt, but he didn't pay that much attention to it.

Jack smiled seeing Hiccup's awkwardness. "Hic, it's getting late. You should take the shower and sleep."

"What? Oh yeah. Sleep." Hiccup faked a yawn, stretching his arms wide in exaggeration. "I'll be going, um, upstairs. Yeah... A-and taking that shower..."

Hiccup hurriedly went up the stairs, occasionly tripping on his prosthetic. He closed the door behind him and ran his hands down his face.

"What's the rush?"

Hiccup yelped seeing Jack sit on his desk. "How do you do that?"

Jack smirked and examined his nails, "I dunno man, I was born with this skill."

Hiccup rolled his eyes and crossed his room to kick his underwear under his bed. He bent over to pick up some too-big-for-him shorts and an equally huge shirt and turned to Jack. "You stay there. Don't break anything."

Jack raised his hands in an 'I'm not promising anything' gesture and watched as Hiccup retreated into his bathroom.

The Winter Spirit decided to looked around Hiccup's room, and he hopped off his desk, causing something fall to the floor with a loud thud. He bent down and picked up what seemed to be a sketch book. "Huh? Hiccup didn't tell me he drew..." He mumbled, looking at the closed bathroom door. He heard the shower turn on and Jack settled himself onto Hiccup's bed, the sketch book held firmly in his cold hands.

The winter sprite opened the book and ran his hand over the writing. 'Property of Hiccup Hamish Haddock III.'

Jack smiled, seeing that he started the sketch book 2 years ago, and proceeded to look at the rest of the books.

He was amazed at the skill and talent that Hiccup had. He noticed that Hiccup would vary using different art materials: water colour, charcoal, soft pastel, pencil, pen, etc etc.

There were several drawings of people sitting on park benches, but most of them were dragons. There were 2 dragons in particular that caught Jack's eye. One of them was a sleek, black dragon, with eyes as green as the forest. At the bottom of the page, scribbled in Hiccup's cursive handwriting, was the name 'Night Fury'.

Jack puffed up his cheeks and went to the 2nd drawing that caught his liked. His blue eyes scanned the page, wondering how Hiccup managed to fit so much detail into a simple sketch. It was another dragon, and it took up most of the page. It had long tusks and was surronded by, what looked like, icebergs. It looked like the dragon breathed fire, and Jack's suspicion was right, when at the bottom page Hiccup wrote 'The Bewilderbeast. The Aplha species of Dragons. But this dragon doesn't breathe fire, he breathes ice.'

All Jack could concentrate on was Hiccup's art. So, it wasn't a suprise that Jack didn't hear the shower turn off and shuffling.

The bathroom door opened and Hiccup emerged with a towel hanging off his shoulders. He watched as Jack comtinud to flick through his sketch book, but he didn't retaliate. Hiccup was too busy leaning into the door frame, looking at Jack with a small smile on his face.

Hiccup walked to the bed and sat next to Jack quietly. "I'm guessing you like those drawings?"

Jack was taken out of his trance and looked at Hiccup sideways. "You never told me you drew." He mumbled, recovering from his state of awe.

Hiccup chuckled and crossed his arms over his stomach,"You never really asked, so I decided not to tell."

Jack nodded, understanding Hiccup. He looked back at drawings and smiled sadly, how much more was Hiccup hiding? He just got beaten by his own dad for gods sake. Which reminded him... "Hiccup, we need to talk about what happened earlier." Jack said sternly, setting the sketchbook aside, and sat crossed-legged, his back against Hiccup's headboard.

Hiccup nodded hesitantly, not knowing where to begin. He crawled and sat next to Jack, his back to the headboard, and pulled his legs up to his chest. He rested his head on his knees and mumbled, "What do you want to know?"

Jack turned to look at Hiccup, his blue eyes locking with emerald green. "Everything."

Hiccup opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He closed his mouth again, and opened. He looked like a fish for a couple of seconds, when a noise came out of his mouth.

It sounded like a whimper.

Hiccup sighed, and ran his hands through his hair in a frustrated and depressed mess. "It's just that," he began, taking a deep breath, "I don't exactly know why, but I try to know. It's like he hates me and every single thing that I do. I don't understand anything that happens to me. But everything happens for a reason, right? I'm trying to fine my reason, but I just can't put a finger on why all this," he flailed his arms around, "-has happened. He hates the fact that I'm... You know..." Hiccup bit his lip out of nervous habit and looked at a confused Jack. "Gay." He clarified, casting his eyes down to the duvet.

Jack nodded slowly, taking everything in. "Why are you so nervous? I have nothing against it. In fact, I have nothing against you at all. I like you just the way you are, don't change," He smiled and held Hiccup's chin to turn his head, but Hiccup didn't move, so he carried on, "-and I'm glad you told me. And it makes me feel honoured that you're my best friend."

Hiccup gave into Jack's cold hands and looked up at him with tears in his eyes. "Thank you..." He whispered, gathering Jack up into a hug.

Jack took in his scent and gave him a gentle squeeze, and pulled away, hands on Hiccup's shoulders. "Is there anything else that you're hiding from me?"

Hiccup shook his head, even though his insides were screaming. There was so much, yet so little time. Literally. He wanted to scream that he tried to fit in at school, and didn't want to try again. He wanted to say that all he wanted to happen was for the school bullies to leave him alone for once. Just for them to stop calling him names. He wanted to scream that he was tired of living in a nightmare.

He wanted to scream that Jack just called him his best friend and that he couldn't stop thinking about blue eyes, white hair and snowflakes.