A/N: Took me long to write this down. I'm sorry but this just might be a filler. I'm still figuring out how I'll write Jamie's investigation about Jackson's and his family tree. I also got some new ideas about this fic! So hurrah to that.

Michuru: Oh so that explains why the review seemed cut. Hey, don't worry I faced that problem with the mobile version too. ( - - ) Aww, thank you! I happy you like this fic ^^ You know while I was writing that chapter I was fangirling myself :D Love Triangles? Oh I think I won't be able to handle that. But I think it seems to be turning out that way. Also about the Jackson and Hiccup thing, just see if this chapter would suffice for that. Again, thank you for the kind review, I totally love Hiro too!

Unknown: Thanks! I really should set up a schedule of when to update. That just randomly adding up chapters XD Oh by the way,can you please make an account here? Or just give me some address I could contact you in? He-he I had the ideas similar to your suggestions b and c. The A, I'm still not really sure about that, but it seems like I'm hinting here. :D About D, I'll figure that out. Just PM me your other ideas, it would be a great help. And for your last question, I'm a girl. ^^ Hah, let's see what I can do about that side Jack x Hiro.

Well people, enjoy! I do apologize if this chapter isn't to your fancy.

Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon or Rise of the Guardians.

Chapter 13

Hiccup moved his hand with ease as each stroke of the pencil added new detail to his sketch. It was the same thing every time—a picture of a faceless teenager. He started drawing him around the time he was able to sleep without being sedated or lulled by the nurse or Toothless, but he's been having dreams of him even before. He dreamed of him once a week, sometimes consecutively. But in every dream, he never got to see his face. Or maybe he has but immediately forgets the moment he wakes up.

In his dreams, he would see him floating over him, his eyes constantly watching him. Whenever Hiccup's dream self was feeling upset, the faceless teen would cheer him up by making him laugh, when it wouldn't work his arms would wind up wrapped around him and he would hold him until Hiccup was fine. But the strangest thing was the coldness in the air of his dreams. He didn't mind it though. There was something about the cold surrounding them that made him feel calm and comfortable. Hiccup would always find himself in a snow covered cove where an ice dragon that shared his wolf's name lived. It was a winter wonderland that the boy had never seen in any other place. And in every dream, Hiccup was always happy, smiling, laughing.

His dreams of the faceless teen were also what drove away the nightmares.

Hiccup stared at his finished sketch. The teen's face blank except for the dazzling smile displaying his perfect teeth which for some reason he knew sparkled like freshly fallen snow and his messy tresses were being blown by the wind. The hoodie he was wearing was adorned by intricately beautiful frost-fern patterns. He had his hands out-stretched holding a smaller pair—which Hiccup could tell was his hands. He was teaching him to ice skate on the cove's pond which the auburn vaguely remembered the teen froze. This was the last scene in his dream before Toothless woke him up with a lick on the cheek. He couldn't take it out of his mind

The auburn sighed, he could still hear the distant sound of the teen's laughter—a constant background music in his dreams. How many sketchbooks has he filled with images of the teen and that ice dragon? He didn't understand why he kept dreaming about this boy. He never knew any of the teenagers in Berk since he constantly locked himself up in his room. And he also knew for a fact, that they never approached him in fear of his father and Gobber. So who was he? He never met him that much he was sure of. But he also understood that this boy held the answer to that "missing piece"1.

"You're quite early." A voice jolted him out his thoughts and Hiccup immediately scrambled to hide his sketchpad. He never showed the sketchpad to anyone. The only one who knew about it was Toothless. He looked up at the person who caught his attention and he was met by a pair of familiar light brown eyes.

"Oh, hey Jamie. Morning'," he greeted his friend with his usual crooked smile.

"Good morning to you too. So did something happen? You seem all jumpy," Jamie asked as he took his seat next to Hiccup and dropped his bag to the side. There was something about the way Jamie said his words that made it seem like he was implying something.

"W-what? Me, jumpy? Nah, I'm quite fine." Hiccup answered, running a hand through his hair nervously.

Jamie saw the gesture and raised a brow at him, his expression clearly saying that he wasn't buying it.

Hiccup let out a sigh and settled his hand on top of his desk. "Just didn't get that much sleep last night." He was absentmindedly twirling the pencil in his hand expertly. Jamie noticed it to which Hiccup abruptly stopped and put his pencil down on the desk.

"So what were you drawing?" The brunette propped his arm on the table and rested his chin on his hand. His eyes trained on Hiccup like a detective inspecting a culprit calmly.

"H-huh? It was n-nothing, just simple doodling." With the stutter, it didn't sound as convincing as he wanted it to.

"Hiccup, you were holding a sketchpad. I wouldn't call that simple doodling. And you seemed pretty serious while you were looking at it," Jamie pointed out.

"You saw?" Hiccup squeaked. He puffed his cheeks up and let out the air shakily. He didn't see my sketch right? Please Odin, please I hope he didn't see my sketch.

"Well, not really."

"Not really?"

"Okay, I didn't see it. Jeez, Hiccup you act like you were caught drawing something NSFW." Jamie laughed. "Wait, you weren't drawing anything like that right?" The teen looked at him with wide eyes.

Hiccup blushed a beet red and shook his head. "Wha—? No! I wouldn't— Why would you— I'd never draw something like that! That's way out of my—!" The auburn's hands gestured wildly as each of his sentences were broken, unable to fully form a coherent one. Hiccup slumped on the desk, hiding his face that was blushing furiously.

So what if Jamie didn't see his sketchbook? Thinking that he was drawing something NSFW was far more embarrassing! At least, if he saw his drawing of the faceless teen, then he would only think he was somehow obsessed about this guy. But now that NSFW was thrown into the equation, if Jamie sees his sketch of the guy that plagues his dreams (add that detail too) he wouldn't think twice about Hiccup drawing something like that. Odin's beard this is embarrassing.

Hiccup was jerked out of his thoughts when he heard Jamie starting to laugh. He lifted his head from being buried on his arms and he looked at the teen sitting next to him. Jamie was laughing so much he had his head on the desk, his fist pounding on it. Hiccup was completely stunned. Confusion was written on the auburn's face as his friend continued to laugh his head out. He found himself growing irritated by the second.

"Why are you laughing? What's so funny?" Hiccup finally asked unable to take it.

Jamie tried to calm himself down, an arm clutching his stomach, but his laughter still didn't cease. Hiccup gave him an annoyed look. "It's just...you were…blushing so…hard." Jamie answered in between laughs. "Has anyone told you how cute you are when you're all red? I have never…ever…seen anyone blush as much as you do."

At Jamie's comment Hiccup blushed even harder (if that's even possible). The auburn ducked his head, his fists clenched tight on his lap. "That is something a guy shouldn't be saying to another guy," Hiccup muttered.

"Ow come on, I can't be the first person to say that," Jamie waved his hand emphasizing his incredulity.

"Well, no. But how can you easily say that to another guy?" Hiccup questioned his friend.

"I was raised to say what I honestly think. Besides, there's nothing wrong with another guy calling a guy 'cute'," Jamie argued.

"You can't honestly think that," the auburn said dubious.

"Unfortunately, I'm not the only one who thinks that."

"What?"

"Did I say something? I didn't say anything." Jamie shook his head, trying to cover up what he had said.

But it was too late, Hiccup didn't believe the brunette. He had heard him clearly. Sure, Jamie had a point that there was nothing wrong about a guy calling another guy cute. But that didn't make it any less awkward. Especially, when it wasn't even said flirtingly. And the auburn hated being called cute. Can't there be any other words to describe him other than skinny, weak, nerd, sarcastic, dork, shrimp, runt and all the words he's been associated with for the past fifteen years? And the fact that the only adjective people had used on him that wasn't even said disdainfully was 'cute' (even smart didn't sound like a compliment to him anymore). Oh for Thor's sake, that's just not fair!

But that suddenly made Hiccup think. Who was the other one who thought he was cute? Suddenly, the note he receive yesterday flashed in his mind. The auburn let out a groan. No, he must be imagining things again. The lack of a good night's sleep was doing this to him.

"Hiccup, you okay? You look like you're constipated." Jamie commented.

Hiccup glared at his friend who just gave him a grin. The auburn just shook his head at the teen, to which the latter had chuckled to.

"Okay, I get it. Cute is a forbidden word to you. Sheesh." Though Jamie acted annoyed, the amused glint in his eyes said otherwise.

"Leave me alone," the Viking descendent said punching his friend on the shoulder. Hiccup knew it wasn't that strong and Jamie was just pretending that it hurt as he rubbed his shoulder. Hiccup stuck his tongue out before finally settling in his seat as the bell rung and their other classmates piled into the room.

Jamie returned the gesture and was immediately met with an unamused look from their teacher as he came in. The brunette smiled sheepishly at their teacher to which Hiccup laughed silently. They both earned stern looks from the man and the two teens apologized and behaved themselves.

It was going to be another long day.

Jamie shook his head as he got a glimpse of a familiar windswept mop of dark brown hair. It was lunch period and the brunette was sitting on a table with Hiccup. The auburn was busy reading a novel as he ate his tuna sandwich while Jamie just watched the expression's on his face shift from one thing to another his spaghetti nearly forgotten. You could easily tell if he was in a good part, an exciting or a confusing one. You could even say if a character said something funny because the freckled teen would snicker slightly. From the corner of Jamie's eyes he could see his cousin watching Hiccup.

The brunette wanted to hit Jackson on the head. For the whole morning period Jamie was tired of seeing him walking towards him and suddenly scrambling away when he sees Hiccup. He thought Jamie didn't notice him, but it was hard not to notice when he looked too much like his immortal best friend. Jamie wanted to drag his cousin, plop him down right in front of Hiccup and leave the two alone so Jackson could deal with it himself. Now that would be a sight. He never actually saw Jack squirm or embarrassed or a little dumbstruck. The winter spirit was always so cocky, laughing out loud, and playing tricks. His expressions were always guarded. Jamie didn't know exactly when it started, but it was just one day Jack Frost came to visit Burgess and he wasn't quite like himself before. Sure he was just eleven that time, but he wasn't stupid not to notice. Jack was like a big brother to him. Jamie would always notice.

So there was no harm if he wanted to see a new batch of expressions on Jack Frost's face using his cousin right? Besides, it was fun to watch. If you were going to add Hiccup's blushing face and nervous sputtering— now that was even more fun to watch. Jamie laughed imagining the two boys on the same table.

Hiccup lifted his gaze from the book he was reading and looked at Jamie confused. "Why are you laughing?"

Jamie shook his head. "No, nothing. Just thought something up," he answered.

Hiccup cocked an eye brow dubiously. "Right," he drawled. "If that has something to do with me blushing again, I am seriously going to throw this book at you." Hiccup threatened lifting a World History textbook he borrowed from the library that was about four inches thick.

"You're going to give me amnesia with that thing," the brunette said eyeing the book nervously. Hey, he saw how Hiccup moved back in gym class. He didn't doubt the scrawny teen could hit him with it without a blink.

Hiccup smiled. "Good, at least you'll forger about the blushing comment."

Jamie grinned. "Oh there is no way I'm forgetting that when you're blushing every five minutes."

The auburn pouted. Jamie stole a quick glance to where Jackson sat and saw his cousin staring at Hiccup, his apple ignored while his mouth was left hanging in mid-bite.

"I do not blush every five minutes!" his friend said in defense.

"You should avoid pouting too. You're gonna give someone a heart attack from cuteness overload." The brunette teased.

"Wha— huh?" And just like Jamie expected Hiccup was blushing, though just a faint pink that made his freckles stand out a bit. The auburn teen pushed his glasses up as they slipped from his nose.

"And see? You're blushing," he told the boy.

Hiccup glared at him and let out an irritated breath. "Am not. Would you stop saying that I'm cute? I am not cute."

"Sure you are." To prove himself Jamie tapped the blonde girl behind him who he remembered was a classmate of theirs. "Hi, Rapunzel right?" he asked remembering the girl's name. The girl nodded. "Can I bother you for a minute?" he added politely.

"Oh sure," she said with a warm smile and turned from her table to face the two boys. "What can I help you with, Jamie?" Rapunzel said his name unsure.

Jamie nodded telling her that he also got his name right and said, "I need an honest answer."

"Okay, fire away." The girl said.

"Is Hiccup cute or not?" Jamie asked nudging a thumb to his friend's direction. "He wouldn't believe me when I said it. But it's undeniable right? Especially when he's all red."

Rapunzel looked at Hiccup then at Jamie and back Hiccup again. She giggled as her green eyes inspected the teen. The auburn was glaring daggers at Jamie, but now his blush was even a shade darker.

"Oh he is definitely adorable. You should keep an eye on him, you don't know when someone will snatch him away." The blonde said as her eyes roamed the cafeteria suspiciously.

"I know! It's dangerous to leave him unguarded. Who knows if someone might be planning to kidnap him right this minute?"

Rapunzel nodded in agreement.

"I'm right here, you guys," Hiccup said rolling his eyes. "And what are you two saying about me being kidnapped? They won't be able to handle all this raw Vikingness." He said flexing his non-existent muscles to which the two teens laughed.

"Oh they won't be able handle all that cuteness alright," Jamie said snickering. Rapunzel hit the teen on his shoulder but her eyes were sparkling with mirth and she was trying hard to hold back her giggles.

Hiccup groaned. "You two are the worst."

Jamie laughed harder at that. He looked at Rapunzel her hand over her mouth as she tried to muffle her laughter. "Hey, since you don't seem like you're eating with anyone in particular, wanna join us next time for lunch?" the brunette offered.

"Wait, are you sure?" Rapunzel asked worriedly.

"Sure, and I bet Hiccup would like so too. Right, Haddock?" Jamie said turning to his friend.

"Of course, Bennett. And then the two of you would endlessly tease me. I'd like that alright." Though he sounded annoyed, there was a smile on his lips.

"Really?" the blonde asked excitedly.

"Yup, really. Why do you seem so unsure?" Jamie asked curious.

"It's just that, most people tend to stay away from me. Says I'm all weird." Though she said it with a smile and a laugh, Jamie noted the sadness in her voice. He exchanged a look with Hiccup and he knew that Hiccup had the same idea.

"Well, don't worry. We're not most people," Hiccup assured her. "I guess we haven't formally introduced ourselves," he extended his hand and said, "Henry Haddock, just call me Hiccup."

Rapunzel shook it as she introduced herself. "Rapunzel Corona."

"James Bennett. Jamie's fine." He said and shook Rapunzel's hand.

The three of them gathered their things as the bell rang. On their way out of the cafeteria, Rapunzel and Hiccup found out that they were taking the same classes on the sixth and eighth hour and both had the same free time for study hall. Jamie bid them farewell and jokingly asked Rapunzel to protect Hiccup. Hiccup shot glares at the two and complained that he was not a damsel in distress but the two said otherwise.

Like Jamie, Rapunzel was sharp. She also noticed that Hiccup had a certain charm that could not be ignored. The auburn remained oblivious to it, but not everyone in school seemed to think so. Ever since that feat in gym class, Jamie had noticed how some students would look at Hiccup—ranging from curious to slightly amazed and some even a little hungry—and the hushed conversations that followed. He may not be the hottest guy in school (and neither was Jamie) but Hiccup was definitely something eye-catching.

As Jamie walked to his next class he felt someone fall in step next to him. He didn't need to look to know who it was.

"Hey, Jamie," Jackson greeted him.

"Hey, Jackson," he replied.

And here's one proof of that charm the auburn held.

Hiccup sat somewhere in the back of class. It was his last period of the day, Art class. He saved a seat for Rapunzel since she took a quick trip to the girl's john for a bit. He had no idea why he was being nervous. He didn't share most of his classes with Jamie on his Tuesday schedule. In fact, the only class they shared for the day was the first and second hour. After his lunch he found himself spending the rest of his afternoon period with Rapunzel. But since she wasn't around for the time being, he was completely alone. He had to admit, since he met his cousin Merida, he wasn't quite used to being alone like before. The fiery haired Scot became his guard dog since his time in their place. It was funny that he was feeling uneasy when he's already spent a month in Burgess.

Okay, maybe staying in the house all the time didn't help, he thought. But I did go out for a few times.

And now he was talking to himself again. Where is Rapunzel? Realizing that the blonde's bathroom break was taking a bit long, Hiccup resolved to bringing out his other sketchbook that was the size of a journal from his bag. He called it the "Memory Bank". Back when Hiccup was still confined in the hospital, his dad saw him drawing on a piece of napkin. Stoick excused himself and after an hour he came back with a journal that was perfect to draw in. He then told him about his "Memory Bank" he used to have back in Berk, sadly it had burned along with everything else inside their house. Not a piece survived. That was also the time Hiccup realized he forgot some things, until he heard his dad talk about them. The doctors had warned him that he may have a temporary memory loss and they would return eventually, just like how he forgot about the fire and almost drowning. Now, Hiccup remembered everything clearly.

He unconsciously rubbed the part of his left leg that was connected to his fancy one the Hamadas constructed. Sometimes he wished he didn't remember it, and just regained those tiny missing pieces in his memory. Even after so many years Hiccup would sometimes find himself breathing laboriously, his heart beating in a panicky rhythm and his leg searing with hot pain as if all of it had happened yesterday. His senses felt everything like he was fully conscious that time. Thankfully, he hasn't had that kind of attack in school, yet. And he hoped he never would.

Busy with his thoughts, he didn't notice the sky-blue paper airplane that landed on his open sketchbook until Rapunzel greeted him, pulling him out of it. The plane slipped out of his sketchbook and onto the floor. The blonde had seen it before Hiccup did and picked it up.

"You dropped this," she said handing it to Hiccup.

"I don't remember folding a paper plane." Hiccup said inspecting the thing. "How can you tell it was mine?"

Rapunzel sat down. "It says 'To Freckles' on the wing," she answered with a somewhat knowing smile.

Hiccup examined the plane again and as the blonde had said, there was something written on the right wing. He gave Rapunzel a suspicious look. "You can't just assume it's for me, I mean you have freckles too! Right there on your nose," he argued. He knew he was trying to convince himself that it wasn't for him. He recognized the handwriting and there was only one person who nicknamed him Freckles. But he had to make sure, what if he wasn't the only codename: Freckles in this school?

"Oh please, Hiccup. That is definitely for you. You're freckles are too evident to be unnoticed." Rapunzel smiled widely at him.

Hiccup just shook his head and unfolded the paper plane. Like he dreadfully expected, the familiar thin fine script of the stationery he received yesterday stared back at him. He quickly read the letter.

Hey Freckles,

First of all, you didn't need to arrange a meeting for me and Oscar the Grouch, but he sends his regards. The payback was much needed. I guess. Wait, seriously don't pout, are you trying to kill me? I don't want to fall victim of your adorkableness! Okay, I admit I deserved the payback. Happy now? So can you smile for me? I need my vitamins. Doctor said I should get a daily dose of smiles from a cutie. ;)

Besides, you're looking a tad too serious. You'll ruin such a pretty face. Cheer up. I'm sure your friend'll come along.

The Jerk

P.S. I'll keep that in mind. Thanks, didn't know you were concerned about me. No wonder I like you.

Hiccup just stared at the words that were written on it. He had to admit, it was neater than the first one. It seems the guy had gathered his thoughts before he wrote it. But Hiccup really couldn't believe what he just read. Hiccup had gotten the flirting vibe from the first letter and thought maybe he was just imagining it. But now, the guy was downright flirting with him and he even confessed that he liked him. He couldn't believe someone could gather that much confidence in a single day. But the real question was: Why?

He couldn't possibly like him in that kind of way right? It was just the second day of school! No one could like him in that way that fast. And he just encountered the guy once! Darn it. I should have worn my glasses that time. Hiccup had no idea what the guy looked like. So he couldn't tell if he was in the room or not.

The auburn roamed his eyes among his classmates. The guy must be in here. He knew Hiccup was waiting for Rapunzel. He knew he was with Rapunzel. And how could have the paper plane gotten to him if the guy wasn't in the classroom? He couldn't have just passed by and threw the plane at him right? Well, that maybe a possibility. But Hiccup had a strong feeling the guy was in this class, he just didn't know who.

"Hiccup, are you alright?" he heard Rapunzel ask him.

"H-huh? Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." He said waving a hand dismissively.

Rapunzel gave him a dubious look. "Right," she said. "I would've believed you if you weren't all red."

"W-what? I'm not blushing!" Hiccup felt his face heat up. Right, way to go Haddock.

"So, who's your admirer?" the blonde asked smirking.

Hiccup frowned. "He's not my admirer." Realizing what he had said he quickly turned to Rapunzel with a panicked look. He thought she would look at him with a displeased look on her pretty face, but instead the girl was smiling even more. She even looked excited…?

But upon seeing the panic on his face, Rapunzel's face softened. "Hey, hey, it's okay. I was just teasing. But Hiccup, if you are you know," she shrugged, "I won't judge you." Rapunzel gave her a reassuring smile. "If someone tries to bother you though, just tell me. I'll hit 'em right in the face with my trusty frying pan."

Hiccup chuckled. "You're the first person to say you'll defend me with a frying pan."

"Hey, it's a good weapon for self-defense." She pointed out.

"Okay, okay. If you say so," Hiccup replied and let out a sigh. "I'm not entirely sure about my…sexuality. I just never liked anyone in that way before. So I mostly don't know how to handle this," and he flicked the stationery. He straightened it out a bit and folded it back into an airplane.

"Handle it in a way how Hiccup Haddock would," Rapunzel advised. "It's the best thing to do."

Hiccup smiled lopsidedly. "I'll do just that."

"Good. Now we should focus in class, our teacher's just arrived. Ten minutes late, to boot."

Hiccup didn't notice that the bell had rung and most of their classmates had occupied the seats. A slim woman with ginger hair stood in front. She called the class' attention, apologized for being late, introduced herself and proceeded to their lesson. Hiccup pinned the paper plane in his sketchbook. He put aside his reply to the letter and the question of where he'll leave it for the guy to retrieve. He'll figure that out later. For now, he'll focus in class.

A/N: I can't believe I wrote that flirting Jackson. To be honest, I have no idea how to writing anything flirting. So tell, me was it bad? Or was it really bad? I'm sorry if this chapter wasn't much. I promise to do better on the next though!

BTW, I finally watched Big Hero 6 and I have got a grasp of Hiro and Tadashi's characters. Expect some exposure from these two in the later chapters, I couldn't help but think how fun it is to write them. The bromance is killing me. XD

Any suggestions? Violent reactions? Encouragements to offer? Review if you must. Thank you for reading! I love you guys! :)