Seems someone took over my story. Needless to say, I've sent him out of the house for now.

As I was saying.

A week later, Jack Frost kissed me.

It was sudden, and shocking, and I don't think I realized it happened for a while.

We were in the Great Hall. It was empty, everyone else had gone home for the evening. I was looking through, and updating the Book of Dragons. I had learned a few new things about Toothless and wanted to get it added into the book. I was scribbling things out, making sure it sounded alright. Jack sat next to me, reading over the runes.

After I finished what I needed to write for Toothless I turned to another page. This one was for the Gronkle. Fishlegs said he had added a few things and I wanted to read up on it.

"What's this marked out area?" Jack pointed down at the page.

"That use to say 'Extremely dangerous. Kill on sight'." I responded, not really paying attention.

"Why is it marked out?"

"Because we don't kill them anymore."

"Oh, well, yeah. That's a good reason."

Something else was on his mind. I could tell that much by the way he was acting. I turned to face him. It was my turn to watch him.
"You've been weird since the other night."

"Have I?" Jack smirked at me. "Guess I've been thinking about something."

"About what?"

"Oh, you know, the usual."

"For you, Jack, I don't know what usual is." I turned back to the book.

I was reading over the new information added by Fishlegs. I hardly noticed when Jack turned my face to him. He lifted my chin and I finally seemed to see that, instead of the book of dragons, I was looking at the face of Jack. I thought he was just doing that weird thing he did and still does. Playing with my freckles. I had no idea why he liked them so much. I still don't know.

I was a bit surprised that his thumb wasn't tracing them. He was just looking into my eyes. They darted to the side. I was confused.

"Hiccup ..." Jack's voice was breathless. He was getting closer.

"Jack?"

"Hiccup ... I've wanted to do this for a while now ..." His nose was touching mine now. I still didn't grasp what was going to happen. I just stared at Jack. "Promise you won't hate me."

"Hate you? I couldn't hate you, Jack. You'd never let me. You'd follow me till I forgave you."

He chuckled, and I could feel his breath on my face. "True."

"I promise. I guess. Don't know why you have me ..."

And then, it happened. It was fast and it shut me up quick. He was holding my face in his hands, and his lips were on mine. They were cold. Not freezing, but still cold. Like they hadn't been touched. His eyes were closed, peaceful and serene. Mine were wide open in shock, I expect. The hand that wasn't on my face reached around my waist, pulling me closer to his body.

I was limp. What was I suppose to do? Astrid had been the only person to kiss me that way. And now a GUY was.

I'll be honest, I have been attracted to guys before. I had a crush on Tuffnut for a while but, you know. So, I wasn't disgusted or anything. Just shocked. Plain and simple.

Jack Frost was kissing me, and it didn't seem like he was going to stop. I didn't react until I felt his tongue teasing my lower lip. Then, I seemed to come back to reality. I was hardly ready to have Jack kissing me. But, getting his tongue between my lips was something I REALLY wasn't ready for.
I pushed back and free, panting heavily. I was staring at him. Jack looked ... scared. He looked like a Terrible Terror that had been reprimanded for eating to many fish.

"I'm sorry, Hic. I couldn't help it! I've wanted to kiss you since that night in your room. When we kind of started to talk."
I was speachless. Jack Frost had wanted to kiss me for over a month. Suddenly all his questions about Astrid made sense. He wanted to make sure I wasn't taken, which was sweet of him. At least he thought of that.

"You're mad aren't you? You hate me don't you? I screwed up. Way to go, Frost. You've lost your believer."

"I'm not mad." I said, speakly slowly. "You ... kissed me."

"I'm sorry! I won't do it again. I just couldn't stop myself!"

"You kiss ... me."

"I really am sorry, Hiccup. Please, let's just forget it ...!"

I don't know what came over me. Even now i have no idea what I was doing. I grabbed him and pulled him close. I kissed him back. Nothing deep. I just matched the kiss he had given me. Jack, however, took the lead.

In a second he was on top of me, pinning me down to the bench we were sitting on. He was kissing me, trying to get me to open my mouth. He lead his lips across mine, teasing the corners of my mouth. This was going way to fast for me. Way to fast. Jack's hands were on my hips.
I don't think he would have taken it all the way even if I said alright. Jack isn't like that. The second he sensed I was tensing up from this sudden and steamy make out session, he pulled back.

"Sorry. Just can't help myself around you."

My face was red, and he smiled at me. I gave a shaky and nervous smile back.

I had a feeling Jack's stalking wasn't going to let up now.