Hey There Guys!
So I got asked a question that I think quite a few may have been wondering about. What Hiccup looks like during this story! (At the moment anyway) So the answer to that question is Hiccup looks kinda halfway in-between first movie and second movie, though he is more closer to how he looks in the second movie, just not as old as that yet. He is quite tall, taller than the rest, though still a bit shorter than Jack. His hair is more second movieish as well. Pretty much you guys can imagine him as you want in that in between to second movie stage.
If any of you ever have any questions then do not be afraid to ask! I will answer every one asked unless it has to do with what will happen in this story (Its a secret, shhhhhh)
As always, Thank you for the Reviews, Favourites and Follows!
I Do Not Own How To Train Your Dragon or Rise of the Guardians. They belong to Cressida Cowell, William Joyce and DreamWorks
Enjoy! - Tossed
"Well that went from exciting to boring very quickly" Jack complains, stretched across the ground, hand thrown dramatically across his face to cover his eyes, his paintbrush still clutched in his hand.
"Stop whingeing" I focus on painting the design properly on the wood laid out in front of me.
"I'm not whingeing" Jack whines in a purposely whinging tone. I roll my eyes over at him. Jack moves his hand up and peeks out from beneath it and pouts up at me,
"Well you've got to admit that it is a bit disappointing that they announce a huge and, in my opinion, awesome, idea and then no" Jacks sits up bracing himself back with his left arm while waving his right around as he speaks, " Now we have to build and paint and plan instead of just playing the game"
"Well actually you wouldn't be able to play as you don't have a dragon. It's called Dragon Racing, not Dragon and flying however the hell way you can Racing" Jack raises an eyebrow, unamused at me. I ignore him and continue on, "But most of all, the others aren't back yet so it would be kinda easy and we still need to make the baskets and catapults. Boring before fun but the quicker we do it, the quicker we play so maybe you should keep painting huh?" I turn away from Jack, facing the boards of wood laid out in front of me. I dip my paintbrush into the green paint before beginning to work on painting the symbol onto the sign. A long, drawn out groan sounds from behind me. I roll my eyes and focus on my work.
After telling us about their idea, which was no more than racing dragons around a course to get a sheep and return it first and that was it, Jack and I piped up with our own ideas to help the good idea become a great one. I offered the idea of a points system, multiple sheep and the baskets, while Jack suggested the idea of catapulting them and the special black sheep. An arm snakes quickly around my waist and sharply tugs so I twirl, while still seated, around to face Jack. He lays a hand on the side of my face and pulls me quickly in to a kiss. I wind my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me. Too soon he pulls back, smirking mischievously. I raise an eyebrow. That look is never good and it never ends well for me. Slowly Jack raises his hand in-between us. It's covered in blue paint and… was… the hand he held my face with! Quickly I touch my cheek, bringing back my hand when it touches something wet there. All over my fingers blue paint is smudged. I narrow my eyes up at Jack who backs up out of our embrace a little ways put distance between himself and me. Smart, but not nearly smart enough. I dunk my paintbrush into the green paint and flick it into Jacks face. Jack sputters,
"Argh, Hey! I didn't put it all over your face!"
"You still put it on my face!"
"Yeah but not all over it" Jack protests. I dunk my hands into the paint and wipe them across Jacks face as Jack tries to scramble back.
"Oops" I offer with a shrug smirking across at him. Jacks eyes narrow down, blues eyes glinting as he quickly darts forward, plunging his own hands into his blue paint before pooling some in his cupped hand and flinging it at my shirt. The paint lands heavily against my chest immediately soaking through my clothes. Once again I coat my hands in my green paint and lunge forward tackling Jack to the ground. Pinning him down I run my paint covered hands through his white hair, staining it green as I work. Jack writhes underneath me, trying to escape. I sit down properly on his stomach, bracing my knees tightly against his sides to prevent any chance of escape. He started this war but dammit if I'm not going to finish it, and win.
Looking down I take in how Jack looks. His once white is now weighed down and starting to dry in clumps of green, he has speckles of green paint all over his shirt and has a long streak of green running across the middle of his face. His hands are soaked in blue paint, remnants of his tries at plastering me in paint, though he ended up worse for wear. Jacks eyes boar into mine as I realise the position I'm in. Sitting on his stomach, practically straddling him, my head leaning down closer to his as I gaze. Jack suddenly shoots out his hands, grabbing hold of my shirt, and yanking me down to meet his lips almost fiercely. I quickly return the kiss, my hands moving to Jacks neck and head, Jacks hands coming to a rest on my waist. I gently pull him up so that we are sitting rather than laying all without breaking our kiss. Jack turns his head slightly, deepening the kiss. Far too soon we break apart gasping down air. I rest my forehead against Jacks, resting my elbows on Jacks shoulders I reach up to play with Jacks hair.
"Hmmm, I should declare a paint war often" Jack muses leaning down to place pecks against my lips.
"And why would that be?" I pinch a lock of Jacks hair that I missed with my assault with the paint. I twist the lock into multiple parts before braiding them together into a small braid.
"So that we end up like this more often" Jack hums. I feel heat rise in my cheeks as I glance down, realising that I had ended up in Jacks lap, my legs as good as around his waist. "Also, you look good in blue" I swat at him in fake annoyance, Jack just laughing as I do so.
"Why were you braiding my hair? Not that I'm complaining, it felt nice" Jack questions leaning back a little so that we can talk normally.
"Astrid's been on a rampage. She's been braiding anyone's hair who she can get her hands on, including mine." Jack laughs lightly and the sound of it makes me smile. "Anyway she has also been teaching everyone how to braid the proper way, especially roping me into helping her" Jack nods along with me as I speak, moving his arms up to my head from my waist. Slowly I feel him begin to play with a piece of my hair just behind my right ear. Jacks concentration shifts to my hair as he plays with it, twisting it this way and that.
"What are you doing?" I raise an eyebrow at him as he shoots me a smile.
"Well I thought that I might as well return the favour. But we can match!" He enthuses as he ties up the braid that he'd been working on. I reach up to feel it, Jack actually did a good job on the braid. I roll my eyes at the 'matching' comment before starting to disentangle myself from Jack.
"What are you doing? Where are you going?" Jack quickly questions, his hands placing themselves on my face to keep me from getting up. I take hold of his hands moving them from my face and keeping hold of them between us, dropping one of them so that I can play with and study his other.
"As nice as this is Jack, we need to keep working" I drop his hands and make to stand again. Jack tips his head back groans at my words,
"Work, work, work. Argh!" I roll my eyes and swat him lightly over the head.
"Come on, the quicker we get the equipment together the sooner we can actually put this game to the test" I quickly brush my lips against his and stand properly, extending a hand down to Jack. Still with a pout across his face, Jack takes my hand and I help pull him up to stand as well. A pair of voices suddenly ring out causing Jack and I to jump,
"Is it safe to come over yet?"
"Come on, how long can two people make out for?" Blood rushes quickly to my cheeks as Astrid and Ruffnut come into my line of sight. Ruffnut is openly sniggering while Astrid has her hand clamped over her mouth. Walking past us, they move on to inspect the signs that we painted as well as the ones we, er, neglected to. Astrid smiles and stops in front of us,
"Cute braids guys, now you're a matching pair." She laughs, Jack joining in. "Good job Hiccup!" she calls inspecting our braids, "You're getting better! Though Jack how did you know how to braid? Usually only the women on Berk learn how to braid. I started teaching everyone to braid after Snotlout made the mistake of claiming that it is a women's job because that's all they can handle" I laugh as I remember that huge mistake Snotlout made. Yeah he was hiding his disfigured face for a while after that.
"Oh, ouch" Jack winces "How bad did you beat him up for that comment? Had it coming though I guess" Jack bobs his shoulders as he speaks.
"So, miladies, what brings you two over here other than to do braid inspections?" Astrid snaps her fingers and quickly whirls back around to face me, her braid swinging, accidently catching Jack in the face. Head turning with the impact of a heavy braid to the face, Jacks hands move to his face,
"Aw man, forget your axe Astrid, your hair makes a better weapon" Astrid laughs and quickly apologises, Jack waving her off saying it was just an accident. Jack turns a pouty face to me, looking incredibly good looking while doing so, I can practically feel Ruffnut swoon behind me. Mind you I feel close to doing that myself.
"How about a kiss better Hic?" Jack solemnly points to the cheeks were the braid struck him. I control my face as I answer,
"How about no?" Jack lets out an outraged sound to which I roll my eyes an turn back to Astrid,
"You were saying?" I prompt, rolling my hands as I do so. Astrid's face urns from amusement at Jack and my exchange to a sly smirk.
"Message from Gobber" I cross my arms, Gobber doesn't send messages often. They don't always end well either.
"Training" Astrid continues. I throw her a confused look,
"But we already train"
"Oh not Dragon Training Hiccup. Viking Training" I feel the blood rush from my face. I weakly throw question,
"But we are stronger than ever with the dragons" I hear a low growl sound from Thor knows where. "See" I gesture with my hands in the vague direction that Toothless's growl came from. Astrid's smug smile grows,
"Uh uh, the dragons may be trained but you aren't. So tomorrow Gobber is starting our training"
"But the others aren't back yet!"
"Gobbers decided to do it in separate groups. Us a group of four and them a group of three"
"But there are only three of us" Astrid's face looks as if it may split in two from smiling.
"Gobber said 'Tell Heccup ta bring that boyfriend of his too, boys look like he needs it'" Astrid pulls a pretty convincing impression of Gobber. I hear Jack splutter beside me.
"Me! I'm not a Viking! And how can he even see me? I thought it was only you guys!" Astrid shrugs,
"Dunno, but guess who is now an honorary Viking!" Astrid sings
"No thanks"
"Doesn't matter, you don't have a say in the matter"
"Says who?" I sigh and place a hand on Jacks shoulder. He turns and looks at me, question in his eyes. I slowly shake my head as I talk,
"It's no use Jack there's no getting out of this one. We are just going to have to do it" Astrid nods solemnly, agreeing, before suddenly yelling,
"RUFFNUT! PUT THAT SACK OF PAINT DOWN!" Ruffnut sniggers behind me and suddenly I'm hyperaware that she is back there with the paint.
"You don't know how right you are Hiccup. Gobber also said that he wouldn't build the baskets and catapults if you two didn't join in without him having to drag your asses there every morning"
"That's blackmail" Jack points out, swooping down to snatch up his staff. He twirls it in his grasp before leaning up on it.
"Does he care?" Jack waves Astrid off as she speaks,
"Nice, ah, hearing demands with you, but Hic and I should really get going" Jack snatches up my hand and pulls me away from Astrid.
"But what about all this paint?" Astrid yells.
"I'm sure you'll figure something out" Jack yells back.
"JACK!" an earthshattering roar sounds from behind us, Jack pulling me into a run as we dash away from a now fuming Astrid. Jack and I exchange and smile before setting out towards the cove, complaining about our forced training the entire way there.