I know it's been a while since I uploaded a new chapter, but you know, it's the holiday season, things to do people to see... urgh
Anyway, thank you everyone who favourited and reviewed the story so far! It means a hell of a lot to me
And I'm so sorry the chapters are so short
I just can't write long ones apparantly
Ihavenoideawhyyouareactually readingitanyway
Butiloveyou


Hiccup raced back down the stairs, his footsteps could be heard from the kitchen, hence why Stoick had yelled to him to keep it down.

"Ready?" Jack asked, raising an eyebrow.
Hiccup nodded and strode out with Jack, closing the front door quietly behind him.
"Nice house you got there… not that I went in. But it looks… quaint" Jack said, looking around the front yard of Hiccups home.
Hiccup chucked a little, smiling at Jack.
"Sure, whatever you say. Anyway, where do you live? Since you know where my house is I'd kinda like to know where yours is…" Hiccup replied as he then opened the white gate, and onto the side path of his street.
"Not far from here actually. A few blocks away. I'll show you later if you'd like"
"Yeah, yeah alright I would like that… and also, please tell me how you actually found my house?"
Jack chuckled, shaking his head.
"Well, all I did was ask someone if they knew where a certain 'Hiccup' lived. And I didn't expect to learn that you're the mayor's son whilst I was at it either"
Hiccup rolled his eyes, letting out a sigh.
"Yeah, but I don't live up to the expectation, as you can already see. And I don't start planning to as well"

"What do you mean you don't live up to the expectation?"
Hiccup looked down at his feet, watching them move one in front of the other as the two teenagers walked forward.

"And why are we going this way? There is a coffee shop not even five minutes the other way, I even passed it as I was heading over to yours…?" Jack stated, pulling to a stop.

Hiccup didn't want to tell Jack anything, but he felt as if he had no choice… besides it would be kind of rude anyway.
The auburn haired boy turned to Jack and gestured to himself.
"Look at me! My dad's all muscles and he can get things done without anyone having a problem with it, everyone loves him and respects him, and then there is me, and I'm all scrawny with no muscle, I can hardly even walk through the gates of school without messing something up, and not only that, this stupid metal foot isn't really helping me either, and most people don't respect me, you've seen how people treat me at school! " Hiccup raved on.
It seemed Hiccup wasn't full of rage or anger when he spoke either; it was more sorrow and sadness, with a of self-doubt in the mix.
"And we are going this way because the group of people you were sitting with yesterday always go to the one down the road. I am not running into them. Not with you especially. I'll ruin your reputation in a heartbeat"

Jacks own eyes held pity, or maybe even empathy as Hiccup spoke. The white haired boy then walked towards Hiccup, wrapping a friendly arm around Hiccups neck.
Jack didn't say anything either, he didn't need too. Jack's presence was strangely just enough for Hiccup to calm down.
"I've never had a friend before Jack" Hiccup whispered, looking down at his feet again.
Jack strengthened his grip around Hiccup just a little tighter, and smiled sympathetically.
"Well… besides my cat. But he doesn't really count in what I mean"
Jack chucked and gave Hiccup one last squeeze before he let go.
"Come on Hiccup, let's go get that coffee, we don't have to go to the one down the road, okay?"

Hiccup let out a small sigh of relief, glad Jack didn't make him go to the coffee shop where those barbarians, also known as Snotlout and his friends, usually hung out on the weekends… and any other time they were all free.

"Thanks Jack. Maybe one day, but for now, I just want to go the one I'm thinking about. Besides the guy knows me, we can get coffees for a two for one deal"
Jack just laughed again as they both started to walk ahead once more.


It took a good half an hour for both Hiccup and Jack to arrive at the coffee shop, well, forty five minutes because of the slight limp Hiccup had because of his prosthetic leg. As Jack and Hiccup stood out front of the café, Jack looked up at the sign, and raised an eyebrow in interest.
"The Forge? Interesting name for a café" Jack mentioned, sticking his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.
"Yeah, he used to be a black smith, or well, he used to work with a lot of metal until he retired, well, half retired, he still wanted to run a business so he changed from metal to coffee. His real names George, but we just call him Gobber. Long story. Good family friend though, he is the only person who has almost seen my dad cry" Hiccup explained as he opened the door to the inside of the café.
Jack was nodding his head, taking in what Hiccup was saying.
"Mornin' Hiccup!" A hearty, loud greeting called out from the coffee machine at the back of the room behind a smooth, black granite counter, right next to a long, clear cabinet filled with cakes and other assortments.
"Mornin' Gobber" Hiccup chirped back with a toothy smile.
The café inside was quite… interesting to say the least. Not only Gobber had worked with metal, and still did in his spare time, he was also a collector. Swords, shields, axes, tapestries, anything of the sort, especially from the Norse era hung from the walls of the café. Solid oak tables and chairs were strewn across the inside, and a couple of customers sipping unknown liquids in huge wooden tankards. To say the least, it definitely had a Viking feel to it.
Hiccup half guided Jack to where the voice was coming from. When they did near, a bald, burly man in probably his late forties, early fifties with a long, ratty moustache that knotted near the ends popped up from behind the machine, a mostly toothless grin plastered on his face.

"Oh I see you got a new friend, well, an actual friend" Gobber joked, scratching the stub on his left arm, which he had lost many years ago, which was also a long story, as Hiccup would say.

Hiccup rolled his eyes and sat down at the counter on a large stool, his legs dangling slightly.

Jack got up to sit next to him on a stool to his right, his own legs being able to reach the bar the connected onto the stool legs for your own feet to rest upon.
"Little short aren't you" Jack said, nudging Hiccup playfully.
"First Gobber now you, I can never escape it" Hiccup muttered, but not being able to help himself from smiling.
"So, what would you two like today, eh?" Gobber asked, now attaching a metal prosthetic, that none other than himself had made, for him to be able to hold cups and plates to serve and wash with.
"Just my usual for this here Hiccup Gobber"
"And you… ur…"
Jack realised he, or rather Hiccup, hadn't introduced him, so he held out his hand for Gobber to shake after he attached his prosthetic, which he did do soon afterwards.
"The names Jack, Jack Frost. And I'd like an ice coffee if you don't mind"
Hiccup frowned. The name rang a bell, and not just because the actual person was sitting right next to him. He had heard that name before, but no idea how or where… or when. And then he realised that the boy had ordered an ice coffee, so the thought of trying to remember where he had heard the name Jack Frost came from completely vanished.

As his father did say, Hiccup had the attention span of a sparrow.
"An ice coffee? On a day like today? Actually, on any day living here on Berk? Do you know how cold it is? Your crazy" Hiccup exclaimed, not being able to comprehend why Jack would order something so… so cold.

Jack slapped Hiccup on the back all in good jest, shaking his head slightly.

"Each to their own Hiccup"
Hiccup shook his own head, giving up on figuring out the white haired boy.

"Besides it tastes good!"

"I highly doubt that, but whatever you say"
Jack and Hiccup both then laughed, and both then smiled.

It was good for Hiccup to finally have someone to talk to besides an old black smith, his own father, and a black feline. Hiccup, the more and more he talked, or was even near the teenage boy, he felt as if he had known him for his whole life, and more.
And in the back of Hiccups imaginative, but anxious mind, was the name Jack Frost, hidden and tucked away, and with it the memories of that exact boy he used to remember.