Hiccup ran his hand through his hair, frustrated. He was struggling to understand how this machine was made. He had never seen anything like it before, all of the blueprints were extremely advanced in comparison to the thing's he had invented himself. At first he had been excited to work on it, but there were parts of it he didn't understand and it was written in a language he didn't know. So far he had been able to work out some of it, and he had written it on a separate piece of paper for later reference.
He picked up one of the blueprints. He propped it up beside the wall and reached down to get another one, before he shot his head back up and took a second look- This blueprint, and this part of the wall- they matched. He cautiously placed his hand on the wall. There was a square, about the size of the average drawer in a wardrobe. There was a small handle on the side of it, and according to the blueprints, it was like a drawer of some sort.
Hiccup tugged on the handle, and the compartment slid open. Out of it rolled a few shiny, round objects that looked like they were made out of glass. He picked one of them up and immediately recognized it to be a snow globe. The top and the bottom were both painted red, with a gold rim. They had little ornate decorations painted on them, though he didn't know what any of them were. The large middle section of the globes were surrounded by glass, and the center didn't really have anything in it. It was just a small, snowy setting, with snow gently drifting down, appearing out of nowhere. It was a blurry picture, and he could barely make out one snow flake from the other when it reached the ground. When it was still in the air, however, he was able to look at each snow flake individually. The most amazing part, he thought, was that he never saw one flake fall that looked exactly like another one.
It was then that he noticed another drawer, right beside the previous one. He placed the snow globes back inside the drawer and closed it, then pulled the blue print away and opened the other one. Nothing rolled out of it this time. There were still many snow globes, but it was different than before. There were only six of them, placed there firmly, and Hiccup was unable to take any of them out. It looked like there had been a place for a seventh globe, right at the front, but it was no longer there.
He could only see the tops of the globes. The second globe was a green-blue type of color, and what Hiccup thought looked like blue fire. In the third spot, the top was painted purple, with a sun in the middle. The fourth globe was black, and he immediately recognized a painting of one of Toothless's bright green eyes. Then there was a green-blue one again, another purple one, and finally, the seventh globe. It was the same color as Jack's hoodie, and had a painting of a snow flake on it.
Hiccup pieced it together in his mind. Somehow, these snow globes had helped Jack get here. The first space, in the second drawer, the one that was empty, had probably been one of the snow globes with a dragon eye on it. It was a pattern. Black, Blue-Green, Purple, Black, Blue-Green, Purple, and then finally, there was a Blue globe at the end of it.
When Jack had entered the machine, he had probably triggered something. He had pressed a button that made the machine start- And that snow globe had somehow taken him here. Or, at least, it was something like that. Now, Hiccup just needed to understand what the snow globes did.
He closed the second drawer and opened the first one, grabbing one of the loose snow globes. He stepped outside of the machine, and looked at Jack, who was sitting beside Toothless and eating some of the bread Hiccup had brought him.
Jack looked up as Hiccup headed towards him. His eyes widened with recognition and slight panic when he saw the snow globe in the Viking's hand.
Hiccup sat down in front of him and asked, "Hey, do you know what this thing is? There's a whole bunch of them in there."
"Uh… Well, it looks like one of my friend's snow globes." He replied.
"Does he collect them or something?" Hiccup asked, raising an eyebrow and looking into the globe.
Jack laughed quietly to himself and said, "Yeah, you could say that."
"Why would he just… Leave a bunch of them inside the machine?" Hiccup wondered aloud. He pulled his knees close to himself and lifted the globe to his eyes, peering inside of it curiously.
Jack's eyebrows furrowed, as if he was thinking, before he cautiously replied, "…It could have something to do with how I got here, if there are a bunch of them in there." He nodded towards the machine.
"What do you mean?" Hiccup asked, looking up at him.
Jack sighed and looked towards the lake. He raised his arm, scratching behind his neck, and told him, "They're portals. You say the name of wherever you want to go, and it'll take you there."
Hiccup raised an eyebrow and looked at him incredulously, "You're kidding. Right?"
"Nope." Jack laughed, snatching the globe from Hiccup. "Watch, I'll show you."
He stood up, and Hiccup did the same. Jack leaned on his staff with one arm, a mischievous grin on his face as he held the globe in one hand. Toothless opened one eye to watch him curiously, having been taking a nap as Hiccup looked at the blueprints and Jack filled himself up with bread.
Jack pulled the globe to his face, and said, "Hiccup's house."
"W-Wait, what?" Hiccup exclaimed.
Jack threw the globe in front of them, and a giant portal opened, colors swirling all around. "Come on!" He shouted, grabbing Hiccup by the arm and dragging him through the portal.
The two teenage boys crash-landed in the middle of Hiccup's house. Jack quickly stood up, brushing some dirt off of his pants and looking around the place. He staggered for a second. The walls made of wood and the animal skins here and there reminded him of the home from his memories. He quickly regained his stature and forced a grin onto his face.
"It's a bit more rustic than I had expected." He smirked.
Hiccup had made his way back onto his feet, and his head jerked towards Jack, "What do you mean, rustic?" He asked, and then shook his head. "Whatever. Just… What just happened? Never mind, I'll ask questions later, for now we have to get you out of here before-"
"Hiccup, I'm back!" Came a loud, rumbling voice from outside, with a strong Scottish accent.
"U-uh, hi, dad!" Hiccup shouted back as someone fiddled with the door handle, panic clear as day in his expression. "You! Get upstairs!" He whispered loudly, shoving Jack up the stairs and into his room, and not a second too soon.
The door opened, and Hiccup whipped around to face his father. "H-how was hunting?"
"Oh, it was alright. Thornado managed to help us catch a lot of fish." He told his son, dropping a bag of fish onto the table as spoke. He turned to look at Hiccup. "Where's Toothless? Is he up in your room?" The large man asked, walking to the foot of the stairs to peer into Hiccup's room.
Hiccup jumped in front of his dad, blocking his view. "Uh, no, he just went out… for… a walk, or something."
"All by himself?" He asked, raising a bushy eyebrow.
"Yeah, I mean, even dragons need alone time sometimes, dad." Hiccup laughed nervously. His father seemed to drop the subject, and he gave a sigh of relief.
Jack poked his head out of the room, watching Hiccup talk to his father. He was huge- How did Hiccup end up being so scrawny? He turned his head to look around the room. There was a small, very uncomfortable looking bed right in the middle, and a square stone he was guessing Toothless slept on. He walked towards a small desk, and looked at a book that was there.
It was pretty thick, but as he opened it he realized it was mostly drawings. Diagrams, of other dragons. So Toothless isn't the only one, then. He thought to himself as he flipped through the book. He tried to read it a few times, but he didn't understand any of what was written. It was in some weird Viking-language.
He looked up at the window, and took a few paces towards it. He stared up at the sky, watching the moon. It looked like it was smirking slightly.
"You have something to do with this, don't you?" He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He turned around, hearing footsteps. Hiccup entered the room, looking pretty exasperated. Jack felt kind of bad for him. He had managed to drag the younger boy into a huge mess, and he had no idea how to get either of them out of it.
"My dad doesn't seem too suspicious." Hiccup said quietly. "Now would you please explain to me just what in Thor's name is going on?" He asked, sounding confused and annoyed.
Jack looked down. He knew he was going to have to tell Hiccup who he was, but he had been enjoying being just another ordinary kid for the time being… Well, as ordinary as you can be when you show up in some sort of giant mechanical transport system.
"Fine. I'll explain to you what's going on." Jack murmured, and Hiccup let out a small sigh of relief. "But not just yet."
"What do you mean, 'not just yet'?" Hiccup growled.
Jack sniggered slightly, and took another step towards the window. He jumped out of it, and Hiccup's eyes widened. He ran over, looking out to see where the white-haired boy had fallen.
"I'll explain, but I'll explain tomorrow morning." Yelled a voice from above.
Hiccup's head shot up, and his mouth gaped as he stared at Jack, floating in front of the moon. "You can fly?" He shouted, smacking a hand onto his forehead. "Just who the hel are you?"
"I'm Jack." The boy grinned. "Jack Frost."
/Hello everyone! Where'd you all come from? :o I didn't expect to actually have people reading this, to be honest. ^^" But, I'm glad people are enjoying it!
Oh, and just a note- When Hiccup say's "Who the hel are you", it's not a misspelling. The Norse hell is called helheim, hel for short, which is where the English "hell" actually came from. However, feel free to correct me on this if I'm wrong- I'm not exactly what I'd call an expert on the subject. If you see any other mistakes, please point those out too! All constructive criticism is welcome. :)
Speaking of which, is it feeling too rushed to anyone? I feel as if I'm making some parts happen too quickly. Thanks for any input!
-Stevie