When Hiccup opened his eyes, Jack was lying next to him, eyelids fluttering, barely moving. He lay still, like a perfect statue carved by the greatest artist in the world, and Hiccup sighed contentedly. Although he was in turmoil from lying to Astrid, the knots in his stomach seemed to loosen whenever he was near Jack. Hiccup tapped Jack on the chin. Without hesitation, his eyes opened, and Hiccup was once again taken back by their brilliant blue.

"Were you sleeping?" He asked, his fingers tracing Jack's bottom lip.

Jack kissed his fingertip and smiled. "No. I don't sleep. I just like to rest. It's peaceful for me to lie next to you."

Hiccup grinned, skimming his fingers across Jack's palm. He didn't mind the temperature difference, he'd grown accustomed to it. He found that without Jack he'd started to feel too hot. Hiccup chuckled at this and Jack cocked his head. "What?"

"Well," Hiccup began. "I live in Berk, which is always freezing."

Jack smiled, amused. "Good observation, Hiccup."

Rolling his eyes, he continued. "And you'd think I'd always be cold. But since I met you, I always feel I'm too warm unless you're next to me."

Jack laughed and wrapped his arms around Hiccup, pulling him in for a hug. He planted a kiss on the top of his head, his fingers trailing a path down Hiccup's spine distractedly. "When I'm with you, I feel all warm inside. Which is funny because I've never felt warm before. Always cold."

Hiccup lay his head next to Jack's, and tentatively places his fingers on Jack's hand. With a lopsided grin Jack enveloped Hiccup's hand in his, their contrasting temperatures adding to the strange-but good- feeling. Hiccup looked at Jack. He asked, "Do you know any Gods?"

Jack's dark brows furrowed. "What a peculiar question. What do you mean? Do I know any personally, or do I know of all the Gods in the world, or do I know specifically of your Gods?"

"Do you know any of mine personally." Hiccup's heart rate quickened and he willed it silently to slow down. He felt that if it got any faster Jack would surely hear it.

"Well I mean, I'm not best friends with them. We don't all hang out and discuss duties and go on trips together if that's what you mean. But we we've both been here since the birth of the planet, so yes. In a way I know your Gods."

"Do you think..." Hiccup trailed off.

Jack prompted him with a nudge of the shoulder. "What?"

"Do you think that the Gods are mad at me?"

"Why would they be mad?" Jack was baffled.

"B-because...Jack, I have feelings for you I don't have for anyone else. I don't know what they are, or what I'm supposed to do with then, but I cant deny them. I feel it is my duty to be with Astrid and eventually..." Hiccup gulped. "Marry her. But how can I do that when I no longer feel the same? How can I be a good Viking when I can't fight, I don't like killing the animals and I'm not huge and beefy? All I have left is to marry Astrid, and make everyone else proud. Make them happy."

Jack sighed, and he gave Hiccup a small smile. "Elska. You do not wish to inflict harm- you are kind. You are gentle. You are loving. You are more than a good enough Viking, and I'll freeze anyone who says different. You don't have to force yourself into marriage to prove something to the village, to your father, not even to yourself. All you owe yourself is happiness. Would that make you happy? To marry her? I wish not to sway your judgement, I only want you to put yourself first. Hiccup, you warm a heart in me that has been cold for centuries, it cannot be wrong for us to feel like this. If it is, then I don't want to be right."

Hiccup drank his words in, the soothing advice slowing his heart. He buried his face into Jack's chest, his soft skin rubbing against the blue jumper. Jack kissed the top of his head. "Come now. I have something exciting planned for today."

Hiccup grinned, and Jack felt his own lips stretching into a smile. He had never been so fascinated with someone before in his life. He'd seen Gods, kingdoms, sirens and mermaids, the beginning of the universe and the very first star in the sky, but none of that was as beautiful as the boy staring back at him. He'd never seen eyes as kind as Hiccups, never seen anything as delicate as when his eyelashes brushed across his cheeks when he blinked, or when blush tinged his cheeks. He'd never appreciated the elements as much as when the wind was blowing Hiccup's hair wildly as they raced through the sky, or when the sun caught his alabaster skin and brought out his freckles, or when their feet left a trail in the mud along a path that only they knew. Hiccup made everything more vibrant, more alive, more beautiful. Everything about him was indescribably magical.

"What are we going to do?" He asked excitedly.

"I convinced our friend the water horse to take us for a little spin." Jack grinned, squeezing the younger boys hand gently. "When do you want to go?"

Hiccup pursed his lips, having just had an idea. "Soon. But I want you to do something for me first."

Jack raised his eyebrow. Hiccup never usually had requests."Anything."

An impish grin spread across his lips, and he reached down the side of his bed to pull out some old paper and a stick of charcoal. "Pose for me."

Jack threw his head back and burst out laughing, his hair catching the glow of the early morning light. It looked almost iridescent. "Okay. What will I do?"

A few moments later of directing Jack around the room, he finally sat on the window ledge, staff in hand, facing Hiccup. He kept perfectly still as Hiccup's command, and tried to keep the half smile off his face as he watched Hiccup's tongue slip out in concentration. His lines were dark and fast, effortlessly confident that there would be no mistakes at his hand. He smudged and sketched, brows furrowing as he drew Jack's face, looking up every second to make sure it was perfect. He then drew him flying, which Jack was only too happy to pose for, floating in Hiccup's room. He waved his hand slightly, and snowflakes started to fall over Hiccup. He laughed and brushed them off, glad that they appeared not to melt onto his paper. Hiccup was unsure of how much time he had sat there drawing Jack in various positions, but by the time he was done his hand ached, his stick of charcoal was now a stump, and in his hand he held five sheets of paper, each one with an image of Jack.

Jack took them out Hiccup's hand gently and ruffled through them. He was astonishingly good at art, Jack could see the likeness in the drawings, from his long thin legs and lean torso to his wicked lopsided smile. He grinned, filled with a mix of admiration and pride. "Thankyou. You did brilliantly."

Hiccup sighed. "If only they had blue charcoal."

Jack laughed lightly, tilting Hiccup's head up to look at him. "Why on earth would you want that."

Hiccup looked at him as if it was obvious. "To draw your eyes. Duh."

Jack smiled again at this, a hint of a dimple appearing on his cheek. "Of course. Now, would you like to take a trip to Scotland, land of bad weather and giant reptile type loch creatures?"

Hiccup tugged on Jack's hand. "Sounds just like home. Can we fly Toothless there?"

Jack locked eyes with the dragon, who's head was dangling down from a beam in the ceiling. "Can you fly that far boy?"

The dragon flashed a gumless smile in return and Jack chuckled. "Alright, then. Toothless it is."

"Wait!" Hiccup exclaimed, dashing over to his bed. He put the drawings under his pillow and nodded. "Okay, we can go now."

With that, Jack waved his hand to make the window large enough for Toothless and the dragon flew out, ready to catch them when they jumped. Waving his hand again, Jack restored the window and wrapped his arm around Hiccup's waist, and jumped.

"Alright boy." Hiccup whispered in Toothless' ear as he landed. "Take me on an adventure."