This is the last chapter of the story! I know, it feels like forver since my last update, but I was debating over how to end this, and I came to the conclusion that this story has run its course, so it's best to end it while it is still reasonably good.

This is certainly not how I would like to spend my Monday morning, not at all. I would much rather stick my hand in a container of venomous leeches than spend time with the idiotic pinnacle of all things manly that is Finn. I was simply walking down a corridor and for some reason unbeknownst to myself this blockheaded narcissist decided to join me, and immediately started prattling on about his latest sporting endeavour, believing that I actually cared.

"You see, you gotta hit the ball just right, or else it will spin out of control."

I groaned internally, what the hell was he going on about? At first it was rugby, now it sounded like tennis or something equally mundane.

"If you hit it just hard enough, it will hopefully fly over their heads."

Seriously, this is getting absolutely tedious and is just plain tiring. I find it abhorrent that I have to act nice to this person due to I have no proof of how much of a prick they are.

I sighed loudly and stopped in my path, waiting to see how long it would take for him to notice. Hopefully he would just keep walking as he becomes increasingly more involved in his own little world where he is the king. I leant up against the entrance to a janitor's closet, which seemed to emit a strange smell, as he walked for about two more seconds before stopping.

"Are you finished? Why are you even following me?"

"Well, because I want to get to know you better!"

Like hell that's the reason, he didn't even say it convincingly.

I stared into his eyes for a short time, my gaze hard and unfaltering, a single eyebrow raised sky high.

He eventually relented, shoulders slumping downwards in defeat, "Fine, I'm bored and you're too much fun to annoy, you're so easily riled up."
"Why not go annoy Jack?"
"Because I don't know where he is." Huh, well that makes two of us, he went to the toilet earlier at the start of break, but never came back, now it's nearly finished.

"And what about Mic?"

He seemed to stiffen a little, rubbing the side of his arm with the other.

"We had an argument, a rather big one if I'm honest. We're not really friends anymore; we both got angry and did some things that we're not proud of."
Oh? Could this be what I'm thinking it is?

"When was this?"
"Saturday just gone. Not that it's any business of yours."

Yep, it had to be, they were the couple at the park, who else could it be? Now that I think about it, how could I not have recognised them? And, I suppose, it may not be my business, but that doesn't mean I can't interfere with injustice.

I continued to lean against the door, but backed away from him by about an inch.

He chuckled grimly, "But I'm sure we'll hit it off again, we always do."
"Hmm, so hitting is a regular thing with you?" The words left my mouth before I could even think about them.

Shit, this is going to cause trouble.

His face was still and plain, and that's what worried me the most. It was if he was putting up an act all this time, and now it had been dropped. It was as if this was the true him, a vacant, empty shell.

"Hmph," he uttered lowly as he advanced slowly towards me, soon standing directly in front of me.

"What was that just now?"

"Nothing."

I vainly attempted to move to the left but he slammed both arms either side of me, blocking ay escape that I had. My eyes widened considerably, but I avoided eye contact with him.

"What do you know?" Well, if I didn't suspect him before, I certainly do now.

I turned as he leant in, his minty breath gently hitting my nostrils, filling them entirely. The space between us continued to shorten with each passing second.

And then it widen in an instant.

The door behind me flew open in a sudden, fluid motion as I was pushed force back by a strong hand on my chest, the winding me considerably. I tried to grab at Finn's top, his arm, anything, but they became too far out of the reach of my small arms. Stuttering and coughing, I fell to the floor in an ungraceful motion, my hands coming up to cover my head just before I crashed to the ground. My elbow made sudden contact with the concrete surface, and it at once felt as if the bone had smashed into millions of tiny fragments, never to be whole again.

A heavy gasp left my lips as another hand pulled me to my feet again, grabbing me by the collar of my top, dragging me cruelly up. I gave strangulated cries as my hairs were caught between the strong fingers, feeling as if they were going to tear every strand from my head. I was now on my feet again, but my head was still being pulled back, at least until I was launched into the wall opposite me, my forehead colliding with the bricks, leaving behind an intense burning pain in its wake. If it wasn't bleeding, it was most certainly going to bruise something fierce.

I turned and squinted up at Finn's disturbingly passive face; despite the pain I was in, I had become accustomed to how it felt to be bullied and harassed. The fear and pain becomes numbness and routine. Eventually the feeling of being worthless turns to apathy, and sometimes even arrogance in the most extreme cases. But more often than not, you simply become hollow, and accept that this will happen whether you like it or not. It's quite appalling that it happens like that actually.

"So then, you little shit, who told you?"

Yep, it was definitely him, this reaction is makes it clear as day, "I saw you in the park the other day."

He looked unsurprised, well it is a public place after all, yet I imagine many people probably saw it, though not many would comment on it.

"Huh, I knew that would come back to bite me in the ass one day."

He turned around and scratched the back of his head rapidly like a dog. As he did, my gaze was going around the cluttered space we were in, looking at a large, bubbly puddle on the beige wall, what the hell was that? I hope it's not some kind of mould, I don't want to get ill from that. Wait, this is really not what I'm meant to be thinking about right now.

"Hey, hey! What are you gawking at? Focus on me!"

My attention was ripped back to the boy in front of me as he clawed at the front of my top, the green fabric collection between his tensed fingers. As my feet were lifted off the ground I could stare straight into his eyes. They didn't hold any of the ferocity that he so desperately tried to portray, instead he just looked like a pathetic chid, crying for attention.

I sighed heavily as he just held me there, "Are you going to hit me or not?"

He seemed slightly perplexed by how blunt I was being, but he soon hardened his gaze again.

"What's the point of hitting you? It won't keep you quiet or cause you any trouble in the future; I need something better, something dirtier."

Uh huh, because there's really a lot of dirt on me at this school, everyone already hates me pretty much. He kept looking deep into my eyes and I knew that he couldn't think of a single thing to have over me, just like I knew he wouldn't.

"You know, even if you spread stuff about me, nobody will care, they don't like me anyway," I wriggled in his grip, my feet trying to find something to perch on.

"Oh yeah, the only one that does is Jack, and he constantly bitches about you to me!"
"What? No he doesn't!" He wouldn't do that, would he?

"Yeah, he's always moaning about how you don't appreciate him, how he feels the entire thing between you is one-sided, and how much trouble you have caused."

Does he really do that, and to a guy like this? I watched as a cruel smile grew on Finn's face, the only emotion he had shown for a while. I couldn't tell if this was joy he was taking from the possibility of me believing a lie, or if it was a sick pleasure in a horrible truth. Either way, it hurt. Does Jack really think this, even though I've been trying to make him feel more wanted recently? Is it still not enough, but what more can I do?

"I don't believe you, now for god's sake, let me go already. I don't want to smell your breath anymore."

I could tell that what I just said irritated him, but that was the most fun, I needed some payback, "Well, if have to keep you silent now faggot-"

But as he was about to finish his sentence, the door opened, revealing a shadowed figure in the doorway.

He didn't say anything, and he certainly didn't look happy, dark eyebrows closely knitted.

Great, Jack.

I couldn't see him properly, but it was obviously his voice. I tried to peer around Finn, but the big lug's head was far too large and kept getting in the way. My vision returned to him, and I saw that he had a horrendous glint in his eyes coupled with a small grin, that was never a good sign.

"Hmm, pucker up fag," he whispered lowly, and slowly pressed his lips to mine.

My eyes opened wider than they had ever gone before as our lips connected. It was not a feeling of love or compassion, but of spite and hate; he wanted Jack to see this, this was his way of making me shut up. Not physical violence, but mental and emotional abuse. The worst type of abuse.

He didn't move his lips, obviously not enjoying the kiss, which was far too mutual, but he held it, wanting Jack to think it was something like a deep kiss. I had to breathe out through my nose, which came out sharply, adding to the illusion that it was in fact a deep kiss. Crap, crap, crap.

He pulled away, smiling cruelly as he did so, and dropped me back to my feet.

"Good enough?" He sneered down at me, enjoying the struggle that was sure to come after this.

I watched as he turned around, putting a hand on Jack's shoulder, failing to pull him out of his stunned state. I watched as he leaned in closely and whispered something, something very close to Jack's ear, looking at me all the time. And I also watched as Jack proceed to punch him square in the jaw, and walk angrily towards me.

My arm was grabbed roughly, causing me to let out a small, ignored cry of pain as I was pulled harshly out of the room. upon my exit, I made sure to stand forcefully on the floored Finn's hand as we exited, feeling a small amount of pleasure as he winced and writhed in pain. Bastard deserves it. Who the hell snogs someone to keep them quiet? I'd rather just be beaten up instead, at least that way it was less personal and it got it over with.

I was lead down multiple corridors, calling Jack's name out every once in a while, bit receiving no reply, seeing only the side of a very aggravated face, blue eyes hardened in annoyance, holding none of that playfulness that I had come to know. Great, I can tell how this is going to play out, it'll be just like a shoddy romance film; he'll scream and cry at me for kissing someone else, shouting how could I do it, all the while I vainly try to convince him otherwise. Afterwards we'll break up and one of us will become depressed while the other becomes jaded and angry for a long time.

I was spun roughly around to Jack's front in another empty corridor, looking down at the ground as he glowered down at me. I shuffled back and forth as I rubbed my reddened elbow, hoping to sooth the pain. I felt a hand push my fringe out the way to reveal my forehead, making me wince as it touched a sensitive lump. I guess I really did bruise from the collision. I heard a low tut in disapproval as the hand slunk back to its owner, who still remained silent. I couldn't bring myself to look in his eyes, instead focusing on his shoes.

"Hiccup," I didn't look up, "What the fuck was that!"

He paced back and forth, "Jack, it wasn't me-"

"Why the fuck did he kiss you, and why are you covered in bruises! What the hell did he mean when he said to me that you were a good seducer?"
Wait, that is what he whispered to him? Well, it explains why Jack punched him. I looked over at Jack's knuckles and saw that they were bruised by a small amount, he must have really packed a wallop in that punch.

"But Jack, you know me, I'm not that type of person!"
He ran a hand through his hair as he laughed, "I know!"

Hey, it may be true, but you don't have to be so enthusiastic about it, "Then what are you mad about?"
"Because I'm fucking confused! What the hell is going on? Explain it to me for the start!"

He walked up to me, and I yet again found myself pushed up against a wall, but this time I felt worried. This time it was Jack, someone I cared about deeply.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you the whole thing."

I told him about the events that I saw at the park, how an unidentified man and woman were arguing, ending up with her being struck violently across the face. He seemed shocked at this, stating that Michelle was absent today due to a head injury that she obtained over the weekend. He seemed even more shocked when I revealed that it was in fact Finn that struck her, evidenced by his rash reaction towards my Freudian slip.

I watched as he gripped at his sleeves, tightening the hold with every passing second, his teeth bearing slightly. I pitied him, seeing how he obviously felt some sort of unneeded guilt for Finn's actions, even though there was no possibility of him ever being able to stop it, not while Finn kept up his act around him.

"Hiccup," I looked up slowly, scanning his hardened face, "I don't want you to hang around him, even if he was only kissing you to cause trouble, I want you to keep away from him."

Well, it's not like I wanted to hang around that creep anyway. He leaned in closer to my face, examining every inch of it.

"Jack, what are you doing?"
"Just,... just hold still."

And with that he rested his forearm against the wall and placed a chaste kiss upon my lips that lasted but a second.

"There, that should do for now."
I blinked a couple of times, "For what?"

"To get his dirty mark off of you, but tonight, I'll make sure to get every inch of you clean."

Hmm, every time something like this happens I don't seem to come out feeling very clean at all.

I bit my bottom lip as it became silent between us, our eyes locked together.

"Fine, but we are going to see my Dad afterwards."
"Okay.. wait, we?"

"Yes, we. I think it's about time that my Dad meets my boyfriend."

He paled, which made him look like a phantom considering how pale he already is, "Oh, boy."

We walked down the hospitals corridor, hand in hand, behind Doctor Jackson. Well, it wasn't as cutesy as it sounds, I was having trouble walking by myself. I shot Jack a glare as I stumbled for the fifth time since we entered the building.

"Heh, sorry, guess I got a bit carried away."
I squinted my eye tighter, "What part of slower is so unclear? Now I can't sit down when we go in the room."

He seemed to get a small amount of joy at my suffering, which greatly annoyed me, but then again if it was the other way around then I too would probably be feeling amused.

"Just so you know, I can hear you," Jackson said calmly.

I blushed as Jack grinned brightly, seemingly proud of his endeavours, feeling a great boost to his ego no doubt.

"I don't want to hear it anymore," the young Doctor continued as he gave a flourish of his white coat to untangle it from his legs.

"Sorry, won't happen again."
Huh, sure it won't.

We arrived back outside the same door as last time, Jackson not even stopping to say anything, just going straight past and giving the door a quick gesture.

"Go on in, he's been informed you're here."

"Thank you Doctor."
"Also, he will be allowed to return home tomorrow, so I suggest that the two of you collect him in the early morning."

Wee both stiffened, tomorrow? I looked over at Jack, both of us thinking the same thing. I can't just leave Dad by himself, but I really don't want to leave Jack alone either. But I suppose that Dad has to come first in this situation.

I gave my boyfriend a nod as I released his hand and grabbed the door handle, giving it a sharp knock.

"Come in," called out a deep voice from within. I see he has his strength back again, hopefully that won't be a bad thing for Jack.

I entered as soon as the voice faded out, standing in front of my Dad who was staring at me with a small sign of happiness on his lips.

"Hey, um, Dad, we're here to visit you."
"We?"

I turned around, not knowing what he meant. But I quickly noticed that Jack was absent from the room, still in the hallway.

He peeped around the doorway, being met with my deadpanned stare as soon as he did, resulting in him slinking in with his tail between his legs.

"Yes, we are here to visit you."

My Dad crossed his arms at the new person in his room, "And who is this then?"
"This is Jack," he gave a sheepish wave, "My boyfriend."
The room went silent.

It was a good minutes before Dad stuttered out any reply, "So, this is the infamous boy then is it?"
Said boy shuffled in his place, "Hello, sir, so Hiccup talks about me does he?"
"No, not that much, but I knew he liked you before he told me."
Jack looked over at me and smiled, the fact seemingly warming his heart.

Then I had a thought, it was a horrible thought, but it would prove to be mildly amusing for me. A little payback if you will.

"Dad, I'm starving, so I'm going to get some food from the canteen, do you want anything?"
He shook his head in appreciation, and smiled a small smile. That was a good sign.

I looked over at Jack, who was paler than ever, mouthing the words, "have fun" at him as I left.

I am so going to get moaned at later for this.

I stumbled out the room, hearing Jack give out a quiet squeak as I closed the door behind me, causing me to release a small laugh in return. I wasn't really going to go to the canteen, I'm not hungry, but they don't need to know that. I'll just stand here for about five or ten minutes while they try and communicate to each other, which they probably won't do if I'm there. Plus I want Jack be scared out of his skin, that's always comical to me.

I positioned myself against the wall as soon as I heard low mumbling emerge from the room from which I had just left, occasionally the tones would get deeper, sometimes softer. They continued for about five minutes.. But then I heard something that generally surprised me: a laugh. I raised my eyebrows as I realised who it came from. It was not Jack's nervous chuckle, or Dad's laugh of annoyance, but a genuine laugh. In all my life I had never made Dad laugh like that.

I wobbled back over to the doorway and weakly slid the door aside, looking upon the scene. Jack was sitting comfortably in the seat nearest the bed as Dad was looking rather relaxed in his bed, more so than I had ever seen him.

They both looked up at me, Jack looking more mischievous than the other, "Hey Hic, no food?"

"There was nothing I wanted," and what was with the "Hic"? Just a second ago it was "Hiccup".

My Dad looked back over to Jack, patting him on the side of the arm, "He always was a fussy eater, he never ate the fish I bought, just the apples."
They both chuckled together, "Well, explains why he has no meat on his bones."

"Heh, you need to cook some dazzling meals for him Jack, my son!"

I looked shocked at that comment, Dad had never said that type of thing to me in casual conversation. But when he saw my frustration, my Dad motioned me over, patting the side of the bed with his hand.

"Come on son, tell me more about how the two of you met."
Hmph, well I don't know what Jack did to put my Dad in such a great mood, but I'm not going to argue. Maybe Jack had some secret power that made everyone relax and have fun around him?

I perched on the side of the bed uncomfortably, resorting to standing, as I began to remind my Dad of the day I hit my head, and how the events of this story came to pass, chuckles from all three of us filling the air as we went on about my clumsiness. But although it was at my expense, I wouldn't change it for anything in the world.

Oooh, that was such a cliche ending! But oh well, I like mushy endings. There will be a series of Drabbles that continue from this story, possibly tomorrow! :D

I decided that I am now going to try and write a Non-AU story for this pairing, about what would happen if Jack was present during the events of the HTTYD film. Hopefully that will be fun!

Thank you all so much for reading, I have over ten thousand veiws, that is truly amazing! This is the longest I have ever stuck with anything, due to no motivation, but your reveiws made me feel obliged to continue! I hope my future stories continue to entertain! :D