Chapter 7

Hiccup shifted in his bed, rolling around, and then sitting up. Toothless came over to him and nudged his arm, urging him to get up. "Alright bud, I'm coming. We'll go flying in just a bit." He sighed. "Dad probably wants to watch me empty my helmet first."

Inhaling deeply, Jack sat up as well, rubbing his eyes. "Morning…" he said quietly.

"Morning," Hiccup said automatically, and then froze. He and Jack slowly looked at each other.

They starred at one another for a few quiet moments, and then Jack casually let his jaw rest in his hand, setting his elbow on the hard bed. He gave Hiccup and easy smile. "Hi,"

"Oh gods," Hiccup said, scrambling and falling out of the bed.

Jack blinked in surprise, and the crawled over, peering down at him. "Are you ok?" he asked.

Hiccup shot up, brushing himself off and meeting Jack's eyes, stammering. "Did we just, I mean obviously we didn't, but did we…?!"

"Sleep together?" Jack asked.

"Oh why would you say it like that?!" Hiccup groaned, grasping his head.

"Relax we didn't do anything," Jack said, leaning back on the bed and putting his arms over his head. "We just slept in the same bed…I think"

"You think?!" Hiccup gasped." Why would we sleep in the same bed, you don't even sleep right? I mean…you're an elf…of sorts…I guess."

Jack's eyebrows had risen slightly at this point. "Wooow," he said. "Thanks for breaking that down for me. And I don't know…I haven't slept in years. I don't need to." He sniffed. "Come to think of it, I don't remember going to sleep. I remember telling you about how I drowned, and how I don't remember anything other than the fact that I am Jack Frost."

"I remember listening," Hiccup confirmed, pacing a little. "And then…I dunno, I feel asleep I guess."

Jack worked his jaw. "We didn't get into any spiked yak nog did we?"

"Oh gods I hope not," Hiccup said, rubbing his face.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jack said, sitting up now.

"What do you mean 'what's that supposed to mean?'" Hiccup mimicked. "It means I hope we didn't get drunk last night and somehow ended up sleeping together."

"And that's a problem because…" Jack said, rolling one finger.

Hiccup starred at him. "Um…"

"Because if I'm not your type…" Jack interrupted and Hiccup made a short, semi indescribable noise, causing Jack to hesitate.

"Um," he said again, clearing his throat. "No Jack, look you're a really good looking guy and all, it's just that I am more of a…woman kind of…guy." He cringed slightly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Jack said, scoffing once with a smile and waving a hand. "I was just courious."

"You're…not upset?" Hiccup asked.

Jack stood up and slung his staff over his shoulder, hopping up on the bed post and spinning once. "Do I really seem that shallow?" he asked teasingly.

"Well," Hiccup said, rubbing his arm uncomfortably.

"Hiccup," Jack said, jumping down and looking him in the eyes. "Your my friend…I was just messing with you."

"So you're not upset?" Hiccup asked. "And you don't actually like me in that way?"

"Nope," Jack said, straightening. "I've always been the loner type. After all, I haven't known you for that long…as an adult that is."

"Uh…adult?" Hiccup said.

"We'll," Jack said with a shrug. "Close enough, I mean I'm seventeen, eighteen, one of those. And you're seventeen or so right?"

Hiccup starred at him, biting his lip a little. "Fifteen," he said.

Jack blinked. "Oh…" he murmured under his breath. "Shit…that would have been bad."

"So you do like me!" Hiccup said, smiling and pointing a finger.

Jack cringed. "Hey will you keep it down? And what are you smiling for?"

Hiccup stopped dead, and then looked away. "N-nothing," he stammered. "It's just that I thought Astrid was the first person to really like me like that…but then tada! I've had a secret admirer and uh…it's flattering I guess." Hiccup waited a few minutes, and then frowned, looking up. Jack was covering his mouth with one hand and snickering. "What?" Hiccup demanded. "What did I do? What are you laughing for? Jack!"

Jack reached out and gripped his head, ruffling his hair. "You are such a dork," he said, as Hiccup growled at him to let go. He took a step back, crossing his arms. "Now…don't you have some presents to open up?"

Hiccup fixed his hair, giving him a small smile. "Yeah I do, but Dad's going to want to watch."

"Aw don't worry; I'll stay out of sight." Jack said, and then blinked again, feeling a strange pull in his gut. He hummed slightly, rolling his neck. "You have a merry Snogeltog ok?"

"Huh? Are you leaving?" Hiccup asked, stepping over to him.

"Feels like it," Jack said. "Old Father Time probably has a few choice words for me since I snuck into his castle again."

"Will you be back?" Hiccup asked, looking a little scared.

Jack gave him a warm smile and gave him a tight hug. "I'll always come ba…"

But Hiccup stopped him by reaching up and touching his mouth. "You'll always try to come back," he said, looking him in the eye.

There was a moment of silence, and then Jack took his hand, nodding. "I will always try to come back." He assured the young Viking. Squeezing his hand once, Jack lifted into the air, and glided out the window.