Requested by: FrostyPhoenix
A/N: NO MORE REQUESTS! Any requests I get will not be done now or in the future.
His fingers pressed against the frosted glass; the heat his body radiated melted the small ice crystals around and under his skin. He has to be here, Hiccup thought as he rubbed his elbow against the window to make a small clear patch. No other place is so damn cold. Granted, it was the middle of January. The whole city was in the middle of its own ice age. Cold was just cold; no sane person would notice any difference.
Well, he wasn't really sane now, was he? Searching for his boyfriend out in this weather. Somehow able to tell the difference between the cold and his cold. I guess that's what happens when you date Jack Frost, he thought wryly as he peered into the window. His green eyes strained against the darkness in attempt to make out any sign that someone was there.
You know, what amazed him about this whole thing was that someone had managed kidnapped Jack. It's kind of hard to kidnap a Guardian because, well, they don't really take on a corporal form unless they're believed in. That usually only applies to kids. He was the only exception—at least that's what he liked to tell himself.
When he couldn't make out anything inside the abandoned factory, the brunet teen slammed a curled hand against the brick wall. He hissed in pain and pulled his fist to his chest. Risking the cold, he clamped his teeth around the middle finger of his glove and yanked it off. He inspected the battered gashes that were slowly starting to ooze.
"Aw crap," he whispered, stuffing his hand and glove into his pocket.
Disappointed that he wasn't as good at finding Jack as he believed he was, he began his trudge back to his truck through the two feet of snow. He didn't know what else to do now. As he fished his keys out of his jean's pocket a quiet moan froze him.
"Hello!" He called out. His eyes darted from snow drift to snow drift, from darkened window to darkened window; he even traced the chain-link fence that surrounded the property. "Is someone here?" he shouted against the bustling wind.
Hiccup snapped back towards a snow drift towards the far corner of the building. He definitely heard something this time. Focusing every ounce of strength into his cognitive abilities, he listened.
"Hhhh…ppp."
"Hhhi….uppp."
Was that his name?
"Hi…up."
"Hicc…cup!"
Yes, that is. Without a second thought, the teen leaped through the snow. His arms pumped around him, brushing away as much as he could to help him run faster. Once he reached the corner of the factory, he could make a mound of blue cloth buried in the packed white.
Skidding to his knees, he clawed at the snow, ignoring his bloodied bare hand. After an eternity, he managed to remove the white powder from a near frozen stiff body. He wasn't sure how bad that was. Jack was, well, Jack Frost. But, he'd never seen him this cold before.
Porcelain eyelids slowly pulled away from blue irises.
"Hic—" vocal chords strained out.
"Ever the damsel," Hiccup mumbled sarcastically through the lump rising in his throat.
"My hero," Jack managed to say. His lips twitched in an attempt to smile.
"What happen?" the brunet demanded as he pulled the slender Guardian from the snow and onto his lap.
Shadows darkened bright eyes. Lips formed silent words.
"Never mind," he instructed, stroking the eternal teen's cheek with a chapped thumb. "Let's just get you outta here and somewhere safe. You're safe now," he whispered fiercely before pressing his lips to a frozen forehead.