To start things off, I have this to say: I need help. Lots of it.
I honestly never thought that so many people would enjoy this story…and now that there are…I don't want to be a letdown. So…uh…I've always been a little timid on this site, but I need someone I can bounce ideas off of and to help me edit. So if any of you out there are willing to offer this poor wretch some guidance, that'd be deeply appreciated ;;
I want to thank all those who read this story; you can't possibly know how much it means to me to hear that people actually like the weirdness that spews from my brain.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but a laptop and certain plot elements
Jack Frost is not a pervert.
(Inch by inch, the articles of cloth were shed to reveal smooth flesh, decorated with charming freckles delightfully dotting the taut expanse of his shoulders and back; a lean torso was left exposed in its wake with tantalized orbs of blue trailing the slim curvature of the younger's waist. Roving eyes halted at the slight jut of the boy's hips where silk skin met coarse fabric wrapped dangerously low in teasing censor. Top pulled off and haphazardly thrown to the floor two feet from where the unintended voyeur presided, the Winter Guardian's anticipation budded for the main course…)
Jackson Frost did the right thing by covering his eyes.
(Soft footfalls were gravely exaggerated in the confines of the enclosed space; the shower had turned on after a series of squeaks and a gurgle of gushing water from the pipes. The distinct metallic clink of a buckle in the process of being undone and unwound made Jack swallow as he tried to focus instead of Toothless's warning growls. Nevertheless, consciously or not, his ears strained to pick up one certain noise: the sweet melody of denim hitting the floor. Not a moment later, between a feral hiss from the feline and the hiss of the curtain's rungs was the frost spirit gifted with the opportunity…)
Jackson Overland Frost did the wrong thing by peeking through his fingers.
(Only to have it slip through said proverbial fingers…)
He didn't know what was worse: the fact that Hiccup already jumped behind the shower curtain…or that he was actually disappointed by it.
Toothless purred in contentment, probably gloating in success of safeguarding his human's virtue. Jack merely scowled at the sordid creature while ignoring the evidence of his own perversions written in red all over his cheeks.
Chancing a glance upon the shadowed outline against the barrier between them, seemingly oblivious to the Guardian's presence, Jack relaxed a bit. While it still raised questions as to what exactly transpired between him and Hiccup outside not too long ago, at the very least, the younger teen wouldn't have to freak out at the sight of an awkward Frost-Spirit in his charge's bathroom…watching him shower…and cowering from his overprotective cat.
In Jack's defense, he would like to say that this wasn't the strangest situation he'd ever been in.
Now that Hiccup was safely behind the curtain and more importantly, behind Toothless, the cat began to scrutinize the strange being before him. Backed up into a corner and seemingly unable to attack, the cat approached his prey with a flick of his tail. Curiosity driving him, something that got all cats in the end, the feline pressed forward, sniffing at the humanoid's odd scent of winter and pine. Gently placing his front paws on Jack's leg to lean closer to the Guardian's face, rounded orbs of green examined the pallid boy.
Jack, unused to the intense inspection and unsure of what to do, hesitantly reached to pet the subdued beast. Irises of ice-blue clashed with toxic-green and the cat huffed, shrugging away the touch to retreat closer to the showering form though his eyes never left Jack's face. The defensive stance read in bold letters "DISTRUST," though Jack guessed it was still progress from "LOATHING."
Baffled by the cat's odd behavior, Jack's eyes shifted away from the brooding feline to his owner's outlined figure. A growl erupted from Toothless's throat, audible enough that even Hiccup called to his cat in worry. The cat mewed in response to the familiar voice but still held his gaze against Jack's. With the Winter Spirit's eyes settling on the cat, Toothless appeared much more restrained than before, yet still wary.
Jack frowned and leaned his head against the door, eyes now shifted to the ceiling.
'Oh great…so the little demon thinks I'm a lecher and doesn't want me looking at his master.'
The thought sparked some amount of amusement in him, yet a small part of him died with the smallest acknowledgment that the situation did indeed call for it. Head lolling off to the side in slight boredom, Jack started to hum a little tune, at least to pass the time by before Hiccup got out of the shower…and to keep his thoughts away from seeing Hiccup getting out of the shower…
"Baby it's cold outside*
Baby it's cold outside
Been hoping that you'd drop by
I'll hold your hands their just like ice
Beautiful what's your hurry?
Listen to that fireplace roar
Beautiful please don't hurry
Put some records on while I pour…"
"The neighbors might think…"
Jack's eyes comically enlarged.
"Say…what's in this drink?"
Jack was caught between a panic-attack and a fit of laughter. All the while, Hiccup sang in and out of tune, timid voice almost completely overpowered by the sound of water against tile.
"I wish I knew how
To break this spell…
I ought to say no, no, no sir
At least I'm gonna say that I tried
I really can't stay"
" Ahh but its cold outside!" they sang in tandem.
Jack smiled, finding the situation far too unreal to even laugh at the perfect irony it was for the subject of the song and that Hiccup chose the female's verses.
"I've got to go home "
"Oh, baby, you'll freeze out there"
"Say, lend me your coat"
"It's up to your knees out there"
"You've really been grand"
"Your eyes are like starlight now"
"But don't you see"
"How can you do this thing to me?"
"There's bound to be talk tomorrow"
"Think of my life long sorrow"
"At least there will be plenty implied"
"If you caught pneumonia and died"
Jack smirked, finding this song far too familiar for his taste.*
"I really can't stay"
"Get over that hold out"
"Ah, but it's cold outside!"
"Oh, baby it's coooold ouuuutsiiiiide!"
Sure it was a bit grandiose for their softer rendition of the song, but it was in Jack's nature to be just a little bit theatric. Besides, if he said so himself, it didn't sound half-bad…
Unfortunately, Hiccup did not share his views. Actually, to say that Hiccup was startled would have been an understatement; to say that he freaked the fuck out would have been slightly more accurate. He shrieked at a rather earsplitting volume and stumbled rather painfully in the shower and Jack was pretty sure he accidentally smacked himself against the tile. Sounded like he dropped a bar of soap too.
"Wh-what? W-who's there!"
To be fair, it seemed as though Jack shared a similar state of panic; he was just a bit better at staying still than the other boy.
A fearful and slightly curious head peeked out from the curtains and eyes of green caught Jack's gaze and widened, mostly from fear, partly from awe. "H-hello?"
Call it a cosmic moment, the burst of spontaneity and chance meeting in a fiery collision dated by fate as the world ceased its titled rotation; a moment of defining verity amid seas of opportunity and actions both taken and lost; a moment born of romanticized clichés and sardonic ploys at the tragic expense of two doomed souls; a moment of complete and utter dumb luck coinciding with the tangled breadth of the world's natural and complex design…whatever it was, Jack was utterly spellbound because Hiccup was looking right at him.
And of course, nothing could have made it worse than Toothless lunging at Jack, the furious, furry creature not liking at all the way the strange Ice-Child was looking at his human…
Except maybe the power outage that "broke the spell" not one second after their "moment".
(That one could be blamed on Jack and his excitement.)
Still, it gave Jack ample time to unlock the door amid the confusion and, in Hiccup's case, the miniature-seizures derived from the events that just took place. Toothless roared after him (as much as a cat could roar at least) yet Jack was pretty sure he shut the door fast enough to ensure that the feline didn't escape. From within the bathroom, Jack could still make out the sounds of Hiccup's erratic and nervous behavior, completely warranted, and Toothless's calming mewls to console his frazzled friend.
Jack sighed and almost collapsed against door, willing himself to calm and to refocus. After a few meditative moments, the lights flickered to life once more, much to Jack's relief (and probably Hiccup's too).
Then he caught sight of Jamie and Sophie at the end of the hallway, Sophie appearing calmed now that it was bright again, and Jamie with a worried frown on his face and a questioning look in his eyes.
Jack tried not to seem at all defensive. "Yes?"
"Uh Jack…?"
Jack grinned, desperately trying to stave off the anxiety that threatened to drip from his words. "Hm? Spit it out, kiddo."
"Did you cause the blackout?"
Jack cringed, "Yeah. Sorry, you see, I was in the bathroom—"
Jamie blinked. "…You were in the bathroom?" Even Sophie seemed to stare at him with incredulity in her one visible eye peeking from her jagged fringes.
Jack closed his mouth and seriously considered never opening it. Ever. Again.
Jamie started once more, this time with more caution. "…Were you in the bathroom…"
"…uh," Honestly, Jack didn't think it through very well in the scenario in which Jamie decided to be blunt with him.
"…with Hiccup?" Jamie finished with a raised brow.
Jack, for the life of him, could not think of a better excuse: "It wasn't my fault."
Jamie, for the life of him, could not help but to shake his head with a single giggle trilling from his lips. "That's still really creepy."
Rolling his eyes and turning away so both kids wouldn't hear his red-faced remark, Jack doggedly murmured, "Yeah, yeah…still wasn't my fault…I blame the stupid cat."
"Again, that's still really creepy."
Sophie joined in her brother's giggling.
.
As soon as the room was once again illuminated by the sweet clarity of fluorescence, Hiccup toweled himself off as fast as he could (minding the newly formed bruises) and dove for his change of clothes. Toothless stood, ever diligent, by Hiccup's side as the boy slipped on his pajamas and sweater. Nervously, his eyes darted this way and that, still vigilant of the—whatever it was that happened to be there earlier, but it seemed to have snaked away into the darkness as soon as Hiccup's whole world turned black.
The typically-rational teen tried to shake off the very irrational and persistent thoughts in his head that pressed for him to backtrack and figure out what the hell just happened.
In truth, Hiccup wasn't really sure what he heard or what he saw for that matter. He didn't even know what prompted him to start singing along to that tune he heard not so long ago on the Christmas station that played on the radio all last week. But somehow…the tune just drifted into his head, swirling amongst the vapors and intermingling with his wandering thoughts. Then…he heard that echo…
The echo that did not belong to him.
His breathing became labored and Hiccup concentrated on warding off the dark spots that littered the corners of his vision, even as terror started to flood his system. Toothless nuzzled Hiccup's leg, tail wrapping around a slender ankle in comfort. Thankful for the affectionate display, Hiccup leaned down to scratch beneath Toothless's chin, just the way he likes it.
He then paused at the sight of the door, horror rising to his chest, mouth agape in raw fear.
The lock was undone.
*= Yeah…they just shared an "Elf" moment. The song is "Baby it's Cold Outside" and it did kind of correlated with the second chapter. And incase if anyone was confused, the italics were sung by Jack and the regular font was sung by Hiccup
I honestly wondered why I never saw a parody of it done for FrostCup/HiJack…
(This is why I need help…)