Hey everyone!

So a couple of people wanted me to write this chapter in Jacks point of view

and so I did!

Tell me if you want me to continue in his point of view, or switch back to Hiccup, or even take it in turns

And also, I have no idea how to explain how Jack would create a blizzard sooooo yeaaah...

anyway enjoy ~

- Captain

Jack watched Hiccup flop into his bed, his voice muffled in the creased sheets of it.

He sat on the swivel chair, amusing himself by swinging around slowly.
"I'm not going to school tomorrow" Hiccup spoke into the sheets.

Jack raised an eyebrow, curious to why Hiccup had said that.

Jack had been staying over at Hiccups house for about a week now, and the only things he had brought was a couple of shirts, a couple of pairs of boxer shorts, and a strange 'shepherds crook' as Hiccup liked to call it. The auburn haired boy questioned Jack on why he brought the staff thing, but Jack just replied with a shrug, and they both left it at that.

"But I have to go don't I" Hiccup continued, the only thing Jack could see of the boy's face was his freckled cheeks, to which he then started to count those freckles out of boredom.

"Unless it was a snow day. Wouldn't that be nice"

It was around ten o'clock pm, and Hiccup had already had a shower and was in his pyjamas, which Jack had stolen once more from the bathroom, and hid them under the pillow.

He found it hilarious, and quite liked to see Hiccup in the 'dripping wet' look he had named it.

"It's not because of what I did afterschool today… is it Hic?" Jack then asked, and stopped spinning in his chair as he did so.

Hiccup went silent, and if Jack couldn't see Hiccups back move slightly up and down from breathing, it would look as if he was dead.

"Fifty fifty. I've told you I don't know how to deal with this. I mean at home its fine, you know, but at school… what is everyone going to think?"

"They will not care; didn't you hear all those girls squealing on how cute we are?"

Hiccup sighed, knowing what Jack said was true.

"I still don't want to go. I have a maths exam. I don't even like maths"

Jack shook his head and jumped next to Hiccup from the chair, propping up his elbows for his hands to support his head.

"Come on Hic, let's just see how you feel in the morning"

Hiccup was silent again, but then nodded slowly in reply to Jack.

The auburn haired teenager reached out to turn off the light, and moved himself to sleep on his side, with Jack creeping slowly up behind him, wrapping his arms around Hiccups skinny waist.

Jack breathed in in triumph. Every time he did this, Hiccup would tense, but then relax and either consciously, or subconsciously, Jack didn't really care, snuggle deeper into his stomach, the warmth of Hiccup hitting Jack like a ton of bricks, but he tolerated it.

If only Hiccup knew that that's why he would always take of his jumper and shirt.

Jack never slept, he didn't need to. Jack was a very special being indeed.

He was a three hundred year old being trapped in a seventeen year olds body.

It was true; Jack wasn't like any other teenager. He was the epitome of winter, hence the name Jack Frost. Immortal and both blessed and cursed for the rest of eternity. Three hundred years of creating blizzards and snow days for the whole world, without the warmth of another soul to comfort him…

Well, until now... sort of.

Jack also had a nasty habit of talking to Hiccup when he was certain the boy was asleep.

It was the only time he felt he could talk to Hiccup and tell him the truth, hoping it would seep into his subconscious for a rainy day, so to speak. Or maybe even a snowy one.

"I'll give you a snow day Hiccup, you don't have to go to school. You never have to go to school. We could run away, live in the forest. They wouldn't even know. I would protect you" Jack whispered, taking in the very familiar scent of Hiccup, of pine needles and soap.

"I'll give you more than a snow day. I'll give you a blizzard'

Eleven sixteen at night, it had taken Jack a good half an hour to pry his arms from around Hiccup, mostly because he didn't want to let go, and because he didn't want to wake the boy up.

Opening the window from whence he had come in from on that early Sunday morning, he took up his staff, or the shepherds crook, whatever you wanted to call it, and leapt out the window.

Now most people would think that was the most stupid thing anyone could do, but then again, most people wouldn't know a certain trait Jack had. Jack could fly. He could control the wind underneath his feet, ask it to turn him left, turn him right, fly him high and low, fast and slow. And whilst he asked for the wind to do this, he would wave his staff, and create the snow that would start to fall straight afterwards.

But Jack was creating more than a small snow day.

He was creating a blizzard.

"Wind, take me higher!" He called, his grin so wide it was impossible for it to get any bigger.

Jack loved to fly, it was one of the best feelings in the world… that, and having Hiccup by his side at night.

Hovering over the town of Berk, Jack sighed, leaning on his staff as if he stood on solid ground. It was breathtaking. From the snow covered buildings, since there was snow still lying around from the last snow fall, just not enough to cancel school, to the snow dusted forest lying just beyond it, an odd house with one or two lights shining through its windows, and nearly every chimney puffing smoke.

But that wasn't taking a joy ride tonight. Tonight Jack was on a mission.

He breathed in, and closed his glacier blue eyes, frowning in deep concentration. He held out his staff and clamped both of his hands onto it tight, mumbling something as he did so.

Wind started to blow around him, and the town, first lightly, and then it grew heavier and heavier. Jack closed his eyes tighter, and his brow tightened as he did so. It took up a lot of strength to create a blizzard, but he was determined to do it. With the wind loud and strong, Jack opened his eyes, and lifted his staff up high above his head, bringing it down fast, letting out a blast of ice and snow, which was quickly carried off by the steady wind.

Moments later, from behind Jack, who still had his staff in both hands, snow started to come from behind him, coating everything with the white substance. Berk became colder than it already was, and with the gale force winds bringing the snow, it was going to get colder… and rougher.

The wind swirled the snowflakes round and round, and Jack told the wind to make extra sure the blizzard hit the school worst of all.

The immortal teen had done his job, and though tired, travelled back slowly to Hiccup.

When he did arrive back home, he realised he had left the window open.

Snow hadn't gotten into the room, well, not much, but that didn't mean the cold hadn't, or the wind.

It seemed that the wind had in fact blown off the doona Hiccup slept under, and the cold had seeped into his very bones.

Jack cursed under his breath, scolding himself for being so stupid. Quickly gliding into the room, Jack locked the window, and dragged the doona over Hiccup, trying to warm the shivering teenager up.

"Sorry about that Hic…" Jack whispered an apology, sliding next to Hiccup, not knowing if he should go back to his usual position of holding the boy close to him, or not.

He could only make Hiccup colder anyway. But as Jack tried to get comfortable without Hiccup pressed against his chest, he realised he couldn't do it.

He couldn't sleep without Hiccup in his arms.

"Screw it, if you get a cold I'll deal with it in the morning"

So Jack decided to listen to his heart instead of his head.

Jack woke up to the sound of someone sneezing uncontrollably.

Hiccup did end up catching a cold.

"M-morning J-jack" Hiccup sniffled, wiping his sore nose.

Jack wanted to hit his head against a wall. After the blizzard he had caused, well, he was still causing, the wind hadn't died down one bit, Hiccup got a cold.

All that work for nothing… unless if you think about it, the blizzard did cause Hiccup to catch a cold… and Jack did cause the blizzard… so technically not all was in vain…

"Looks like the gods of pity were shining down on me when I said I didn't want to go to school" Hiccup smiled weakly, though Jack couldn't see it, since Hiccup was lying the other way.

"Yeah… gods…" Jack muttered bitterly.

Both of the teenage boys then laid there in silence. Hiccup was to sick and too tired to tell Jack he should go to school, and Jack was very, very grateful for it.

"Hiccup?" A deep, burly voice then asked behind Hiccups bedroom door.

Jacks eyes went wide, and his whole body froze

Hiccup would have done the same, but he was just way too sick to care.

"Um… yes dad?" Hiccup replied, his voice altered by his blocked nose.

"Schools cancelled for the day, there is a massive blizzard going on, so I'll be down stairs in the kitchen if you… ur… you know, need me"

"Okay… thanks dad"

Jack let out a relieved breath he had been holding as he heard Hiccups father walk down the stairs with loud and heavy footsteps.

"First I get a cold and now schools cancelled. I could kiss whoever did this" Hiccup joked, laughing… well, more like wheezing afterwards

"Well if you say so" Jack whispered, half hoping Hiccup would take him seriously, half hoping he wouldn't.

Hiccup laughed again, shaking his head.

"Ha-ha very funny Jack"

Hiccup hadn't taken it seriously.

What's so funny about the truth? Jack thought to himself.

"Hiccup?" Jack whispered, his chin resting on the sick boys shoulder.

No reply.

"Hic…?"

Still no reply.

Hiccup had fallen asleep once more, breathing heavily because of his blocked nose.

Jack sighed and took one arm off Hiccups waist, lying face up to the ceiling.

"So close… and yet so far"

He then turned his head to see the back of Hiccups, and sighed once more.

"If only you would remember Hiccup… if only you would remember"