Was I supposed to tell him? Just tell him that I might have feelings for him and that they clash with feelings for Astrid?

Or that the way I felt around Jack over powered any and all feelings for Astrid.

How could I tell him that? How would he listen? Jack would hear the first word come out of my mouth and then take off. He might even be better than that all I have to do is look at him and he would take off.

So I kept my eyes to the ground, avoiding Jacks all too knowing eyes at all cost.

^.^

It had been about a week since Hiccup's and Jacks fight in the woods. Jack had agreed to stay – but things hadn't really been the same. In the middle of the night, Hiccup would catch Jack sneaking out only to return in the early morning and make it seem as if he were there all night.

Hiccup had never called him out on it though, because he didn't want to get into another argument again – but he knew he would have to do it and soon. But, the last thing the brunette wanted was to have Jack even more distant than he already was. Jack had been suddenly remote and always trying to find a way to get Astrid and Hiccup to hang out. Hiccup was unexpectedly greatly opposed to this.

Don't you know it's you I want?

"Is there something you're not telling me, Jack?" Hiccup asked walking out of dragon training. Jack was leaned against the entrance gate as always.

"I don't know what you mean." Jack said casually.

"You've been avoiding me again," said Hiccup dismissively, "Why?"

Jack didn't say anything; he rolled his eyes down and pushed off the wall.

"I'm not avoiding you Hic, I'm right here."

"Yeah, but you know what I mean. I know that you take off at night," Hiccup said quietly. Jack pursed his lips, glancing back up at the brunette.

"Hic –"Jack squared his shoulders, facing the younger youth.

"No Jack, let's just not talk about it –"

"Let's go out for a bit," Jack finished his sentence, interrupting Hiccup.

^.^

Afterwards, Jack had told me he thought it would be a good idea for us to get out of the village for a while. And honestly, I didn't oppose – if he was up to spending some time with me that's all I wanted. Besides, it was a good idea because of the aftermath our fight had left over the past couple of days.

"What's going on in that head?" Jack was flying beside Toothless and I, he was leaned back as he controlled the wind to carry him. He had nodded towards my head.

I shrugged, "nothing, just thinking about some things."

Jack made a face and shook his head, a small smirk playing at his rosy lips, "that's never good."

A bubbling sensation filled my chest as a low chuckled radiated from my throat, "ass, where are we going anyways?" Jack had reasoned that since the last time we flew I chose the spot – this time he wanted to take me to one as well.

Actually, he insisted we take off the rest of the day, he kept saying how it would take a while to get there – but he was surprised it wasn't too far away from Berk. Where ever 'it' was.

"It's a surprise. Just go with it," his voice was silky – smooth and enticing.

I left it at that – I mean this was Jack after all; he wouldn't take me somewhere if he didn't feel it was safe.

Or would he?

Actually, in all this time, I hadn't really gotten to know Jack. He was a mystery within a mystery. Like the whole 'how did he become Jack Frost?' How was he still invisible but not to me?

"H-hey Jack, I was wondering…"

"Mhm," he mused, those piercing eyes were on me again.

"What were you like – you know, before you became Jack Frost?"

A fast but sure look of sadness and confusion swept over Jacks expression then, those eyes glossing over momentarily before they shifted away.

"I wasn't anybody before I was Jack Frost," he finally said.

"You had to be someone. Do you remember how you became Jack Frost?" I kept my voice light – suddenly very aware that this was a sensitive subject for him.

He didn't say anything; instead he lifted his eyes up into the sky. I followed, but I couldn't see anything besides the faint outline of the rising moon.

"He has a name, but I don't know it – I just call him The Moon." Jacks voice rolled off his tongue acidly.

I glanced back up at the moon then, and a strange presence hung in the air. As if a strong force of gravity was pushing down on me. It felt swollen and made me want to gasp for air.

And then just as fast as it came – it disappeared.

"W-why do you sound like you hate him?" I choked – the feeling was suffocating and intense. For the split second my blood boiled and I felt very mad – a dark feeling of hate slithered it's way in.

Jacks hate.

His hate for the moon.

"He took everything away; I don't know who I am or why I'm here. And he's never given me those answers, but the others have –"He stopped himself and began shaking his head, "Never mind."

Usually, I would ask for more details – but taking in Jacks discomfort, it was probably best not to ask too many questions about this for much longer.

"So, what are you going to do about Astrid –"

"Jack I don't want to talk about her today," I snapped and then added, "I just want it to be about us."

His brows knitted together, before his face relaxed and then slipped into an easy smile, "Sure."

I didn't really think that we would be gone for all that long, but it was a extensive flight. We left around noon and already the sun was beginning to set and Toothless was growing tired. I could feel it in his strides – they were longer and slower.

"Jack, you're sure we are going the right –"

"Here, I'll get us there," Jack interrupted and then brought himself close to Toothless' side. He placed his foot on top of mine from inside the harness and gestured me to push back. I complied and Jack swung his other leg around Toothless' back.

"Jack you don't know the positions –"

"It gets a bit chilly – but hold on tight, Hic."

Nervously, I wrapped my arms around his waist. I had to admit, he wasn't as weak as he looked. Or maybe that was just Jack. I could feel the lean bulk of muscles from under his hoodie, the sets of lines defining his stomach and his chest.

He leaned down and whispered something to Toothless before I could see my dragon retract his wings and bring them close to his side. Jack conjured a crisp wind and it pushed us fast through the air – probably faster than Toothless. I rested my chin on the crook of his neck so I could see where we were going for future knowledge.

For the most past our trip was quiet – I rambled every now and then but when we finally hit some kind of scenery, I took it in. I had never been further than Berks territory – I don't even think my dad had been this far away from home.

At first, it was like stepping into a different world. The villages here looked nothing like what the Viking village had. There were small and sophisticated cottages line up in rows on a dirt road and then ways away from their little scatters of small houses were dotted around the terrain of the forest.

Even the forest differed here – the trees seemed to be thicker and less openings to get through. And a strange feeling of familiarity hung in the air suddenly. I had been here before, even though everything was foreign.

How could I have been here before?

I tried thinking about it hard, the trees, and the air, everything felt so familiar. As if it left some sort of imprint on my mind. I had been here before – but how?

Lost in my own thoughts, I barley caught on that we had stopped until Jacks current of air died down. Without the hum of the ragging wind I heard silence until my ears picked up on the nature around us. Slipping off my harness, I gazed around. We were still in the woods, but it seems to be just another totally different part of it – as if this world could get any more different than it already was. The path we were on was a wider dirt path, but I followed it as it trailed into the woods small and narrow. Way too narrow for Toothless to get through.

Jack stood up and gracefully jumped to the ground. Slipping off Toothless' back, my legs suddenly felt like jelly and I stumbled before catching myself on the night fury's wing for support.

"Where are we?" I called out.

"Far away from Berk." Jack said and looked back over at me, "will you be okay to walk?"

He gestured his hand for mine and helped me steady myself on my legs. Jack began to pull me towards the path as I glanced over my shoulder at Toothless who began to turn in a circle and then lay down. I was a little worried about him – what if someone found him? How would he be able to fly and escape? Suddenly, Jack halted me to a stop and when I turned back to face him, his hands were on my face. He gently touched a slender cool finger under my jaw; his eyes intense. He didn't say anything; just the depths of his gaze spoke to me. Safe, protection, worry, concern – every emotion that flashed through his mind I could read through our formed bond and in his eyes.

"Just trust me, Hic," he reached down and grabbed my hand again, pulling us back towards the trail.

Just like the ride here, the walk was just as silent. I was thankful for Jacks hand because the trail floor was just about as bad as an unmarked forest floor. Tree trunks and unexpected dips were the worst offenders.

"Will you close your eyes?" Jack turned back to face me, a small smile lighting up his features.

I glanced around, nervously and then nodded. He guided me through the twisted and winding path of the woods. I stayed close, both my hands on his shoulders as I let him direct me. The ground suddenly changed, I felt maybe dirt or gravel and then a hard and cold surface.

Just where were we?

Soon we had stopped, and I felt Jacks hand slowly slide protectively around my waist. His mouth was at my ear.

"Open your eyes, Hiccup."

When I did I noticed we were on a strangely familiar environment. I'm sure I was here before – even the smell had seemed so so familiar. I just had to put my finger on it. I glanced around, focusing my gaze harder – but I just still couldn't make it out.

We stood in the middle of a small frozen pond, and the break in the tree lines above had an incredible view of the sky. There was a form of rocks nestled off on some sides of the pond but other than that there were trees, trees and more trees.

I took in the surroundings once again before facing Jack. He glanced at me coyly, those eyes suddenly distant.

"Where are we?"

Letting go of me, Jack took a couple steps forward, walking around a bit on the frozen ice, "this is where I was, I guess you can say, 'born'. It's where I remember waking up when I became Jack Frost."

I couldn't see the expression on my face; maybe I was giving him a funny one because he smiled shyly and added, "This is my home, Hic." He shrugged.

Glancing around again, I wondered why this place seemed so familiar. And just how would Jack have 'woken' up somewhere that was completely remote? A quick thought hit me and I studied the frozen ice that protected us from the icy waters below.

Icy waters below...

Of course!

This place was so familiar because it was the place in my dream! I glanced around excitedly - finally figuring out one mystery that I was faced with. Thinking back, a cold and cruel bolt of realization sunk hard into my flesh. Foolishly, I forgot the most important part of the dream - it didn't end on a happy note.

..."You don't look like Jack Frost," I stated the obvious – a mistake on my behalf.

Jack dropped his hand, his smile turning dark, "well, of course I don't. I'm dead!"...

"Jack, do you think you might have died here?" I asked in a low voice, stating my revelation. Jacks eyes snapped up at me before drifting back down to his art on the ground. A beautiful frosted design flowing over the ice.

"I hadn't really considered that I could have died." Jack sighed and then looked back up to me. His eyes looked lost and distant – trapped in a past he could never find. Or maybe a past that I had found. But I didn't want to have to be the one who knew - and besides I probably am just over looking all of this.

Right?

"But, it makes sense Jack. It explains how you can't be seen by anyone else," I began to walk towards him, closing the distance fast. I felt uncomfortable when he was too far away – especially here. I took his cold hand in mine and looked up at him.

He shrugged as an answer and brought his forehead to mine. His nose was just inches away – and his smooth, rosy lips too.

We didn't say anything to each other after. This second between us was perfect. So perfect that a part of me felt like I could finally admit to myself that I needed him, even though it was selfish. I loved him, and it was taking over the part that thought I loved Astrid. It took over the part of me where I knew I couldn't love him. Not only because of our deal, but because of what he was – because of who he was.

Jack Frost. An immoral spirit.

Stupidly, I pulled away, risking a glance into those sapphire blue eyes. I just had to look at him at that moment. Jack slowly began to raise a hand and my chest tightened. He hesitated for a moment before he slowly brought our faces together again, our noses touching this time. I could feel him breathe in and out – each cool breath nipping at my lips and cheeks.

"Thank you for bringing me here." I said after a good couple seconds of silence passed.

"Of course."

There was this moment between us then, an instant where we just stared at each other, holding each other's gazes. My breathe quickened; if I leaned my head an inch towards his we would be kissing. I knew I should have moved away anyway, but I couldn't. This moment between us felt like a spell and I didn't want to break it. Then, he slowly moved closer to me, his lips lightly brushing over mine…

I swallowed hard, my skin boiling and my heart beating so fast I was scared he would hear it.

Jack didn't kiss me like that, though. Instead he turned his head slightly, looking up at the bright moon and the dazzling stars above us. I hadn't realized how fast the day went by.

Still memorized by Jack, I couldn't tear my gaze away from him. He was so handsome; his high, strong jaw line casting shadows along the hallows of his cheeks. Jacks skin was light, and it looked, even felt, like cream. He surprisingly had longer eye lashes, but they created a dark, smoldering shadow over his eyes; it made him look mysterious and God-like.

I couldn't help myself. Reaching out and touched his soft skin, my hand sliding up his cheek slowly. He leaned into the offending and trembling hand before facing me again; his eyes were shining, that blue gaze drawing me in. Just like it had from day one.

Impulsively, I ran my hand through his soft, spiky hair.

And then I kissed him.

Authors Notes:

Hiccup, Hiccup, Hiccup...How very interesting.

Hope you all enjoy! Please review - I love this part the most! I'm eager for feedback!

-Cassie-