Please forgive me, I had no time to proofread. Got this one out quick as a thanks for 100 follows! Enjoy c:

Stoick was less than friendly, these days. He was tense and short tempered. When he spoke, as of late, more often than not, all he offered were snippets of sentences. And when his replies weren't short, they were long, gruff rants about nothing, which always found their way back to complaining about work. The man had been out of the house more than ever, and he refused to offer any explanation. Hiccup was growing worried for his father, which in itself was a miracle, considering their current relationship. But when he heard his father getting yelled at over the phone, or when he walked into the kitchen to find the man at the table, passed out in exhaustion... His heart tugged with sympathy, the slightest bit.
But damn, was it ever inconvenient.
Hiccup had his own things to worry about, and his father's unexplained irritability wasn't making things any easier. Hiccup often wondered just how nice the benefits of his job were, if he'd never once considered leaving.
Nevertheless, if his father refused to leave his job, Hiccup could at least use his father's temper as an excuse to leave the house. Which he did quite often. However, as winter was setting in, it became harder and harder. The only thing that made Hiccup push himself out the door was the slight chance he'd stumble upon his lost friend.
Hiccup was being paranoid, and he knew it. They weren't close, so it wouldn't be out of the ordinary for Jack to move without saying anything. Yet, something told Hiccup that he would have.
So, stepped out the front door- with a promise of bringing back pizza for his father, and took a deep breath through his nose. As the chilly winds pierced through his skin, the teen ventured forward, unsure of his destination. All he really knew was that somewhere along his journey, he had to stop at Pizza Hut. So, he slid on some headphones, pulled up his hood and walked down the slippery sidewalk. He bumped into a faceless stranger or two, as Hiccup often did, going wherever he so desired. As long as wherever he desired wasn't Jack's home.

...
It was almost comical, how close they were without knowing it. Jack's hood almost flew completely off when some idiot teen knocked into him. He quickly pulled it pack up, hiding any sign of white hair, and pulling his grey and red knit scarf back up to his nose, all while still moving. Jack needed to hurry, get out of sight fast.
His eyes scanned the roads ahead of him, and cursed everyone involved for not creating him with some kind of internal GPS. His hands clenched around his backpack, and prayed to anyone out there it was the right turn. Jack had been outside too long, and he couldn't risk a wrong turn.
Much to his relief, things began to appear familiar. One more turn past the dog park, one block past the gargoyle garden decoration... A relieved smile pulled at his lips, his first in quite a while. Jack cautiously approached the window, tapping the glass lightly before peaking in... Shit. He hadn't even considered Hiccup not being home.

He really didn't want to sneak in, too many things could go wrong. So he's just... wait?

...

Hiccup trudged through the growing piles of snow on the sidewalk, only source of warmth a pizza box in his hands. As he approached his home, he dug around for his keys in his pocket. The wind began to die down, and a quiet sneeze could be easily heard from the side of his house. Hiccup raised a brow out of interest, spotting what seemed to be a half asleep homeless kid, leaning on a tree trunk by his window, "You know, the home of police chief really isn't the best place to trespass and crash," he was about to offer him a blanket or some sort of help, but his mouth froze half open. The kid raised his head, and Hiccup's eyes locked with his, and he had to refrain himself from cursing.

"Y-yeah, well I was kinda hoping to be invited in," Jack offered a crooked smile as Hiccup stared.

"Wh...where were you?" was all he could manage as Jack stood, and Hiccup held back the urge to hug him. Jack crouched down, opening the window.

"Can't say," he said under his breath, shuddering at the overwhelming warmth, coming from inside.

"You... can't say..." Hiccup repeated slowly as he crawled in after Jack, bending the pizza box some in the process.

Jack sighed as he sat at Hiccup's desk chair, pulling his feet up and let it swivel, "I can't say much? All I can really tell you is I don't have a family to go back to right now, and I trust you more than Ana not to blab about where I am."

Hiccup continued to stare at the teen as if he were a ghost. Somehow, he'd expected more of a reunion than a reluctant conversation, "What happened to your dad?"

"I don't know," for a moment, Jack let himself show a twinge of pain; regret, but it was gone in an instant.

"Are you alright?" Hiccup simply sat on his desk,"I mean... I've been really worried. Hell, I was worried before you disappeared into thin air," he laughed a nervous laugh.

"Yeah," Jack didn't like the way he had to look up at Hiccup to speak, but he was far too exhausted to stand, "I just need someplace to crash for a night, and honestly, maybe someone to calm me down. If you can't provide that, it's okay. Just... at least let me get earned up."

Hiccup frowned, "Are you crazy?" He swung his legs onto the front of his desk so he was fully facing Jack. He pulled down his hood and unwrapped the scarf, "I'm not shoving you back out there. If anything, I'm shoving you under the bed to hide from my dad," he mindfully folded the knit scarf and set it on his desk.

"You mentioned him being chief of police?" Jack looked up at Hiccup, nose a bit flushed from the cold winds, making anything he said a tad bit less serious-sounding.

"Yeah. Not a very good one, but hey, he's trying," Hiccup hopped off his desk to pull off Jack's now-wet coat, replacing it with the quilt from his bed.

Jack nodded, as if Hiccup had just confirmed something he'd long suspected, "Last time I was here, he was off work this time of day. Am I right to assume this is true today?"

Hiccup shook his head, "He's working from home today... Actually, I got to go give him this before he throws a fit," Hiccup picked up the pizza box, "I'll bring you back some soup?"

"If you've got any," Jack smiled sheepishly, his stomach growling loudly in response, "Thanks, mom," he added as Hiccup was about to exit.

"Yeah, yeah," Hiccup chuckled, pausing as he set his hand on the door knob, "And Jack... I'm really glad you're here."

Y'all should give a listen to The Bells by April Smith, very fitting of these two (v. 1 Hiccup, v. 2 Jack, yepyep)