A/N: Since the dual route starts here, it may get a little confusing. At the end of the fic, there's the third route where in it will led up to Jack and Hiccup both being figureheads, so in other words, none of the two will be taken.
His Hope
But as Jack stretches out on the sand he wonders, was he also implicating to him that Jack could still one day have kids with Jamie? Not literally have them with him, because it's biologically impossible. But that they could adopt one together. He recalled that day in the woods, during the accursed reaping that started it all.
Jack shakes his head, Well, if that was it, he's mistaken.
Because for one thing, that's never been part of his plan. Like he told Jamie, he never wanted kids so they can suffer in this world with him. And for another, Jamie wasn't gay. He made that pretty clear when he got upset over that kiss in the woods. In any case, Jack only loved Hiccup, after everything they've been through, he can love no one else. It would be unfair for anyone else to try.
Besides, Jack thought, if only one of us can be a parent, anyone can see it should be Hiccup.
As the Overland boy drifts off, he tries to imagine that world, somewhere in the future, with no Games, no Berk. A place like the meadow in the song he sings to Emma and had sung to Hiccup when they thought Toothless had died.
Where Hiccup's child could be safe.
:::::
When Jack wakes, he had a brief, delicious feeling of happiness that is somehow connected with Hiccup, that he didn't doubt he must've had a nice dream about them in some domestic situation or the like.
Happiness, of course, is a complete absurdity at this point, since at the rate things are going, he'll be dead in a day. And that's the best-case scenario, if he's able to eliminate the rest of the field, including himself, and get Hiccup crowned as the winner of the Thawfest Quell. So he might as well pushed out any plans of a domestic life with his brunette since it might as well remain a dream.
Still, the sensation's so unexpected and sweet Jack can't help but cling to it, if only for a few moments. Before the gritty sand, the hot sun, and his itching skin demand a return to reality. Everyone else is already up and watching the descent of a parachute to the beach.
They all gather around for another delivery of bread. It's identical to the one they've received the night before. Twenty-four rolls from District 3. That gives them thirty-three in all. They each take their share, leaving some in reserve. Jack wondered how long it is till they lose another aly. Somehow, in the light of day, joking about who will be around to eat the rolls has lost its humor.
How long can we keep this alliance? Jack wonders, he didn't think anyone expected the number of Lights—considering they've been former victors as well—to drop so quickly. What if I am wrong about the others protecting me and Hiccup?
Jack wondered if things were simply coincidental, or it's all been a strategy to win their trust to make them easy prey, or he just doesn't understand what's actually going on.
Wait, there's no ifs about that.
Jack doesn't understand what's going on. And if he doesn't, it's time for Hiccup and him to clear out of there. The white-haired teen sits next to Hiccup on the sand to eat his rolls. For some reason, it's difficult to look at him. Maybe it was all that kissing last night, although the two of them kissing isn't anything new.
Except maybe a little more sexy than usual...
Jack blushes, shaking his head of his thoughts. Because now was not time the time be a horny, hormonal teenage boyfriend. It's time to be a protective boyfriend. Jack considers that maybe it's just knowing that the brief amount of time they have left to be with each other, and in a sense, married to each other. And how they're working at such cross-purposes when it comes to who should survive these Games.
After they eat, Jack takes his hand and tugged Hiccup toward the water. "How's your swimming, by the way, when it comes to your prosthetic?"
Hiccup shrugged and considers the question, "Well, I was able to swim fast enough to retrieve Jim's wire."
"Can I see? I want to make sure you can swim fast enough, in case we'll have to take to the salt water once more."
Hiccup doesn't argue, only calls for Toothless before allowing Jack to pull him towards the water. Of course, though, the cat doesn't join them in the water.
Jack needed to get his brunette away from the others where they can discuss breaking away. It will be tricky, because once they realize they're severing the alliance, they'll be instant targets. If Jack was really to check on Hiccup's swimming, he'd make him take off the belt since it keeps him afloat,
But what does it matter now? So Jack just asked the brunette to show him if the basic stroke isn't too much trouble on him and lets him practice going back and forth in waist-high water.
At first, Jack notices Astrid's keeping a careful eye on them, but eventually she loses interest and goes to take a nap. Jean's weaving a new net out of vines, Zuko sharpens his remaining knives, and Jim plays with his wire.
Jack know the time has come.
While Hiccup has been swimming, the white-haired teen's discovered something. His remaining scabs are starting to peel off. By gently rubbing a handful of sand up and down his arm, he cleans off the rest of the scales, revealing fresh new, pristine, white skin underneath. Jack stops Hiccup's practice, on the pretext of showing him how to rid himself of the itchy scabs—even though Hiccup has also realized this himself—and as they scrub themselves, he finally brings it up.
Their escape.
"Look, the pool is down to our alliance, and the remaining Highs. I think it's time we took off," Jack says under his breath, although he doubts any of the Lights can hear him.
Hiccup nods, and the white-haired teen can see him considering the proposition. Weighing if the odds will be in their favor. He even looks at Toothless, as if the cat can offer any useful advice about it.
"Tell you what," The brunette begins. "Let's stick around until Gaston and Zeera are dead. I think Jim's trying to put together some kind of trap for them now. Then, I promise, we'll go."
Jack's not entirely convinced. But if they leave now, they will have two sets of adversaries after them. Plus the clock to contend with. And then there's Jim to think of. Astrid only brought him for the boys, and if they leave she'll surely kill him. Then Jack remembers.
Why am I even thinking of Jim's safety too?
If anything, with his big shot lover being the Head game maker of these games, Jim may even be Jack's biggest opponent yet. Even if the white-haired teen had this innate desire to protect those who couldn't do it for themselves, it's his boyfriend who needed to be prioritze. Who he wanted to prioritized.
Jack must accept this. He must make decisions based on his boyfriend's survival only.
"All right," Jack says. "We'll stay until the Highs are dead. But that's the end of it." He turns and waves to the others, mostly the fog victims like Jean and Zuko.
"Hey, Jean, come on in! We figured out how to make you pretty again!"
~o~
The four of the boys scour all the scabs from their bodies, helping with the others' backs—Jack with Hiccup, Jean with Zuko—and come out the same pink as the sky. They apply another round of medicine because the skin seems too delicate for the sunlight, but it doesn't look half as bad on smooth skin and will be good camouflage in the jungle.
Jim calls them over, and it turns out that during all those hours of fiddling with wire, he has indeed come up with a plan. "I think we'll all agree our next job is to kill Gaston and Zeera," he says mildly. "I doubt they'll attack us openly again, now that they're so outnumbered. We could track them down, I suppose, but it's dangerous, exhausting work."
"Do you think they've figured out about the clock?" Jack asked.
"If they haven't, they'll figure it out soon enough. Perhaps not as much as we have. But they must know that at least some of the zones are wired for attacks and that they're reoccurring in a circular fashion. Also, the fact that our last fight was cut off by Game maker intervention will not have gone unnoticed by them." Jim pauses, and they know it's because he must've remembered how Ben died once more. Then, with a shake of his head, he continues, "We know it was an attempt to disorient us, but they must be asking themselves why it was done, and assuming they don't completely lack the ability to think, it could lead them to consider that the arena's a clock. So I think our best bet will be setting our own trap."
"Wait, let me get Astrid up," says Jean. Jack and Hiccup didn't know why he was so inclusive of the girl, but maybe he had a soft spot for blonds, since Armin is one. "She'll be rabid if she thinks she missed something this important."
"Or not," Jack mutters, "since she's always pretty much rabid no matter what we do." But he doesn't stop him, because he'd be angry myself if he was excluded from a plan at this point.
When Astrid's joined the boys, Jim shoos them all back a bit so he can have room to work in the sand. He swiftly draws a circle and divides it into twelve wedges. It's the arena, not rendered in Hiccup's precise strokes but in the rough lines of a guy whose mind is occupied by other, far more complex things.
"If you were Gaston and Zeera, knowing what you do now about the jungle, where would you feel safest?" Jim asks.
There's nothing patronizing in his voice, and yet Jack can't help thinking that, despite his youth, Jim reminds him of a schoolteacher about to ease children into a lesson. Admittedly, Jack knew his own boyfriend was smart in his own right, but maybe not the same way Jim was. The white-haired teen can't help but feel like a clueless, ignorant child. And he can tell the others are thinking the same, the way that they couldn't decide whether to be insulted or not.
Well, not like he's trying to be stuck up about it, at least. Jack thought, It can't be help, in any case, that Jim is probably about a million times smarter than the rest of us.
"Where we are now. On the beach," Jean finally answers. "It's the safest place."
"So why aren't they on the beach?" Jim asks a following question.
"Because we're here," says Zuko impatiently.
"Exactly. We're here, claiming the beach. Now where would you go?" continues Jim.
Hiccup thinks about the deadly jungle, the occupied beach. "I'd hide just at the edge of the jungle. So I could escape if an attack came. And so I could spy on us."
"Also to eat," Jack adds. "The jungle's full of strange creatures and plants. But by watching us, I'd know the seafood's safe."
Jim smiles at them as if they've exceeded his expectations. Jack tries his best to not feel offended about that. Besides, the pony-tailed brunette rarely smiles so he decided not to ruin it.
"Yes, good. You do see. Now here's what I'm thinking: a twelve o'clock strike. What happens exactly at noon and at midnight?"
"The lightning bolt hits the tree," They all say.
Momentarily, they looked at each other, and couldn't help smiling at the timing. Jim's smiling at that, too.
It's sad that Jack and Hiccup are being in sync with people that may be dying soon.
"Yes. So what I'm suggesting is this," he continues, "after the bolt hits at noon, but before it hits at midnight, we run my wire from that tree all the way down into the saltwater, which is, of course, highly conductive. When the bolt strikes, the electricity will travel down the wire and into not only the water but also the surrounding beach, which will still be damp from the ten o'clock wave. Anyone in contact with those surfaces at that moment will be electrocuted,"
There's a long pause while they all digest Jim's plan.
How can they even question it, the Lights trained to gather fish and lumber and coal. What do we know about harnessing power from the sky? Jack thought, it's not like we can argue, properly at least, even if we wanted to...
Of course his boyfriend is the first to think of something worth questioning. "Will that wire really be able to conduct that much power, Jim? It looks so fragile, like it would just burn up." Hiccup says.
"Oh, it will. But not until the current has passed through it. It will act something like a fuse, in fact. Except the electricity will travel along it," answers Jim.
"How do you know?" asks Zuko, clearly not convinced. "I'm not you, but I do know a thing or two about electrical flow."
"Because I invented it," says Jim, as if slightly surprised. "It's not actually wire in the usual sense. Nor is the lightning natural lightning nor the tree a real tree. You know trees better than any of us, Astrid. It would be destroyed by now, wouldn't it?"
"Yes," she says glumly, seemingly as unconvinced as Zuko was.
"Don't worry about the wire," Jim says, noticing their uncertainty. "it will do just what I say," he assures.
"And where will we be when this happens?" asks Jean.
"Far enough up in the jungle to be safe,"
"The High will be safe, too, then, unless they're in the vicinity of the water," Jack points out.
"That's right," says Jim.
"But all the seafood will be cooked," says Hiccup.
"Probably more than cooked," agrees Jim, sighing. "We will most likely be destroying that as a food source for good. But you found other edible things in the jungle, right, Jack?"
"Yes. Nuts and rats," The white-haired tee says, remembering the tree rat Hiccup—of all people—manages to kill. "And we have sponsors."
"Well, then. I don't see that as a problem," says Jim. "But as we are allies and this will require all our efforts, the decision of whether or not to attempt it is up to you four."
They all felt like schoolchildren.
Completely unable to dispute Jim's theory with anything but the most elementary concerns. Most of which don't even have anything to do with his actual plan. Jack didn't really know what he could say against it, but that's because he barely understands the idea. If, indeed, there was a flaw to the plan, he couldn't think of one. He couldn't say he completely agree with it either.
So what—
"Why not?" Hiccup suddenly speaks up, and the white-haired teen feels like the decision was made for him since his boyfriend doesn't see a problem with it. "If it fails, there's no harm done. If it works, there's a decent chance we'll kill them. And even if we don't and just kill the seafood, let's just stock up some fish for Toothless."
"Plus," Jack considers a more primary achievement than that. "Gaston and Zeera lose it as a food source, too. I say we try it," he agrees. "Hiccup is right."
Jean and Zuko looks at Astrid, as if waiting if she thought there was something wrong with the plan. Because possibly—like Jack—they couldn't decide what else could be wrong with it.
They will not go forward without her. "All right," Astrid says finally. "It's better than hunting them down in the jungle, anyway. And I doubt they'll figure out our plan, since we can barely understand it ourselves."
Jim wants to inspect the lightning tree before he has to rig it. Judging by the sun, it's about nine in the morning. They have to leave their beach soon, as well. So they break camp, walk over to the beach that borders the lightning section and headed into the jungle.
~o~
Jim was not used to wilderness march, it seems. Not that he doesn't have stamina, he does otherwise he wouldn't be a victor. But because he's a victor, he used part of his winnings to purchase hi-tech things from Berk like a Solar powered hover board. Since he uses it often ever since back home, he forgot what it was like traveling on foot most of the time. Zuko and Astrid are still a bit better, but like Jim they didn't have to exert themselves as much since victors no longer have to work in their district's industry. They both kept up on improving their combat skills, but not their long hours of going anywhere. Jean's faring well than them, probably because whether for work or for leisure, swimming was something he did occasionally. According to him, it was one of the only times Armin isn't struggling to keep a hold of sanity since it's something they both enjoyed.
Jack and Hiccup still went to their woods, and since they had just come from their own Games experience, they were doing well in terms of handling the arena and hiking through it. But they let Jean lead anyway, since it's a pretty straight shot up to the tree, and they figured he can't get them too lost. Besides, Hiccup can do a lot more damage with a sheath of arrows than he can with a single trident, so he's the best one to bring up the rear with Jack and Toothless flanking his side.
The dense, muggy air weighs on them. There's been no break from it since the Games began. Jack and Hiccup wishes Aster would stop sending them that District 3 bread and get them some more of that District 9 stuff, because they've sweated out buckets in the last two days, and even though they've had the remaining fish, they're all craving salt.
A piece of ice would be another good idea. Or a cold drink of water. Jack thought wearily, again with this dry frostbite experience...
Of course, they're grateful for the fluid from the trees, but it's the same temperature as the seawater and the air and the rest of them.
"We're all just one big, warm stew." Jack complained grouchily.
Astrid felt the same, but she threw him a teasing look. "Melting yet, Frostbutt?" she teased and laughed at Jack's scowl. "well then, guess that means you and Hiccup should stop kissing, since it feels like an awesome, steamy soup. Right?"
Jack had to pause for a moment, because he didn't understand the remark then blushed heatedly as he remembered the time in the cave with Hiccup, after his love had confessed his true feelings for him, and they shared their first official we-both-love-each-other kiss. Said brunette lightly punched him on the shoulder, and by the look of their faces, he can tell Jean, Jim and Zuko remembers it too, if their smirks and snickers are any indication.
"Shut up." Jack managed out. "it was in the heat of the moment!"
Astrid laughed, "Makes sense, that line was so bad, your icicle brain must've melted."
"Well, I hope it's okay now, cause the field is up ahead. Time for you guys to take the lead." Jean says as they near the tree, "Jack and Hiccup can hear the force field," he explains to Jim and Astrid.
"Hear it?" asks Jim, with a raised brow.
"Only with the ear Berk reconstructed," Jack shrugged. "Hiccup can hear it with both his ears, though."
Jim looked doubtful, but Jack figures that there are things that the pony-tailed brunette accepts that he doesn't know yet, for he doesn't question it any further. "Well, whatever then, let them go first," he says, shoving his hands to his pant pockets. "Force fields are nothing to play around with."
The lightning tree's unmistakable as it towers so high above the others. Hiccup finds a bunch of nuts and make everybody wait while he moves slowly up the slope, tossing the nuts ahead of him. But they all see the force field almost immediately, even before a nut hits it, because it's only about fifteen yards away. His green eyes, which are sweeping the greenery before him, catch sight of the rippled square high up and to his right. Hiccup throws a nut directly in front of him and hear it sizzle in confirmation.
"Just stay below the lightning tree," Hiccup tells the others.
They divide up duties. Jean and Zuko guards Jim while he examines the tree, Astrid taps for water, Hiccup gathers nuts with Toothless right on his heels, and Jack hunts nearby. The tree rat Hiccup had found doesn't seem to have any fear of humans, so Jack takes down three easily. The sound of the ten o'clock wave reminds him he should get back, and Jack returns to the others and cleans his kill, giving entrails to Toothless once more. Then Hiccup draws a line in the dirt a few feet from the force field as a reminder to keep back, and Jack settle down with Hiccup to roast nuts and sear cubes of rat, sharing them with the others. Jim is still messing around the tree, but Astrid is able to feed him a cube or two who exchanges roles with Jean and Zuko. But Jim's mostly doing they don't know what, taking measurements and such. At one point Jim snaps off a sliver of bark, joins the others, and throws it against the force field. It bounces back and lands on the ground, glowing.
In a few moments it returns to its original color. "Well, that explains a lot," says Jim
Jack looks at Hiccup, Jean exchanges glances with Astrid and Zuko as Toothless sniffs at the bark. They can't help biting their lips to keep from laughing since it explains absolutely nothing to anyone but Jim. About this time they hear the sound of clicks rising from the sector adjacent to them. That means it's eleven o'clock. It's far louder in the jungle than it was on the beach last night.
They all listen intently.
"It's not mechanical," Jim says decidedly.
"I'd guess insects," Hiccup suggests. "Maybe beetles."
"Something with pincers," adds Zuko.
The sound swells, as if alerted by their quiet words to the proximity of live flesh. Whatever is making that clicking, Jack assumes it could strip them to the bone in seconds.
"We should get out of here, anyway," says Astrid. "There's less than an hour before the lightning starts."
They don't go that far, though. Only to the identical tree in the blood-rain section. They have a picnic of sorts, squatting on the ground, eating their jungle food, waiting for the bolt that signals noon. At Jim's request, Jack climbs up into the canopy as the clicking begins to fade out. When the lightning strikes, it's dazzling, even from here, even in this bright sunlight. It completely encompasses the distant tree, making it glow a hot blue-white and causing the surrounding air to crackle with electricity. The white-haired teen swings down and reports his findings to Jim, who seems satisfied, even if he's not terribly scientific.
They take a circuitous route back to the ten o'clock beach.
The sand is smooth and damp, swept clean by the recent wave. Jim essentially gives them the afternoon off while he works with the wire. Since it's his weapon and the rest of the others have to defer to his knowledge so entirely, Jack gets the odd feeling of being let out of school early. At first they take turns having naps in the shadowy edge of the jungle, but by late afternoon everyone is awake and restless. Hiccup decided, since this might be their last chance for seafood, to make a sort of feast of it. Under Jean's guidance they spear fish—as the cat just fishes his own way—and gather shellfish, even dive for oysters. Hiccup likes this last part best, not because he had any great appetite for oysters. He only ever tasted them once, in Berk, and he couldn't get around the sliminess so just gave them to his cat. But it's lovely, deep down under the water, like being in a different world. The water's very clear, and schools of bright-hued fish and strange sea flowers decorate the sand floor. Astrid keeps watch while Jean, Zuko, Jack, and Hiccup clean and lay out the seafood.
Jean's just pried open an oyster when they hear him giving a laugh. "Hey, look at this!" He holds up a glistening, perfect pearl about the size of a pea. The color was fascinating, too. They couldn't tell if it was light blue or light green. Till they decided it must be something like a turquoise color. "You know, when we were kids, Armin and I would collect shells. One time, I found a pearl. It confused me, what it was doing near the ocean, cause I had thought that if you put enough pressure on coal it turns to pearls," he says earnestly. "Till Armin told me I was an idiot and they're found at the sea."
"That sounds nice,"
"Yes, and that time is what gave the idea of proposing to him with the a ring made with that same pearl shortly before this year's reaping," Jean smiles softly, as if he's not all there, but rather somewhere else. His mind and heart was, at least. "Well, he still called me an idiot but said yes anyway."
Jack and Hiccup can't help feeling a little sad, because like the two of them, Jean's probably never getting a real wedding ceremony. The white-haired teen shakes his head, takes the thing for Jean, rinses the pearl off in the water and hands it to Hiccup.
"For your future engagement ring."
Hiccup rolls his eyes but holds it out on his palm and examines its iridescent surface in the sunlight. He holds it tight, and Jack wishes it's enough, that his boyfriend would actually use it for his future engagement, although a different engagement. One not made to him, but to some other guy. Or girl, since Hiccup had been straight initially.
His farewell gift to his Hiccup, his hope that had unwittingly kept him alive all these years even before they were brought together, by some twisted fate, in these games.
"Thanks," The brunette says, closing his fist around it and to his chest.
Butt Jack sees it had an opposite effect, as his blue eyes stare into green ones, staring at the person who is now his greatest opponent, the person who would rather die than let Jack die for him. The one truly fighting Jack's main goal and desire.
The laughter drains from the others, as well as himself, as they observe the exchange. Zuko and Jean exchange glances, like they wanted to tell them something. But they keep quiet.
"The pearl didn't work, did it?
"It worked just as well as looking at your locket last night, didn't it," Hiccup answers vaguely, "Jack?"
"Yeah..."
"It did work, in a way, but not the way we wanted it to," Hiccup says, and now they're both averting their gazes.
~o~
Just as they're about to eat, a parachute appears bearing two supplements to their meal. A small pot of spicy red sauce and yet another round of rolls from District 3. Zuko, of course, immediately counts them.
"Twenty-four again," he says. "Thirty-two rolls, then."
They gorge themselves until no one can hold another bite, and even then there are leftovers. They won't keep, though, so they toss all the remaining food back into the water so the Highs won't get it when they leave. No one bothers about the shells. The wave should clear those away. There's nothing to do now but wait. Jack and Hiccup sit at the edge of the water, hand in hand, wordless. Hiccup gave his speech last night but it didn't change Jack's mind, anymore than Jack's pearl proposal had. For both, there's nothing that can be said that will change either of their minds. The time for persuasive gifts is over.
The anthem begins, but there are no faces in the sky tonight.
The audience will be restless, thirsting for blood. Jim's trap holds enough promise, though, that the Game makers haven't sent in other attacks. Perhaps they are simply curious to see if it will work. At what Hiccup judges to be about nine, they leave their shell-strewn camp, cross to the twelve o'clock beach, and begin to quietly hike up to the lightning tree in the light of the moon. Their full stomachs make them more uncomfortable and breathless than they were on the morning's climb. They begin to regret those last dozen oysters. Jim asks Jean to assist him, and the rest of them stand guard.
Before he even attaches any wire to the tree, Jim unrolls yards and yards of the stuff. He has Jean secure it tightly around a broken branch and lay it on the ground. Then they stand on either side of the tree, passing the spool back and forth as they wrap the wire around and around the trunk. At first it seems arbitrary, then Hiccup sees a pattern, like an intricate maze, appearing in the moonlight on Jim's side. The brunette wonders if it makes any difference how the wire's placed, or if this is merely to add to the speculation of the audience. Hiccup supposes that most of them knew as much about electricity as he does. The work on the trunk's completed just as they hear the wave begin. None of them ever really worked out at what point in the ten o'clock hour it erupts. There must be some buildup, then the wave itself, then the aftermath of the flooding.
But the sky tells them ten-thirty.
This is when Jim reveals the rest of the plan. Since they move most swiftly through the trees, he wants Astrid and Hiccup to take the coil down through the jungle, unwinding the wire as they go. They are to lay it across the twelve o'clock beach and drop the metal spool, with whatever is left, deep into the water, making sure it sinks. Then run for the jungle. If they go now, right now, they should make it to safety.
"I want to go with them as a guard," Jack says immediately. After the moment with the pearl, he's less willing than ever to let Hiccup out of his sight.
"They don't need more people, Astrid can handle things with her axe and Hiccup's good enough with his arrows. Besides, I'll need you on this end. You will guard with Zuko and Jean," says Jim, glaring in some kind of 'really-you're-doing-this-now' way. "There's no time to debate this. I'm sorry. If they're to get out of there alive, they need to move now." the pony-tailed brunette hands the coil to Astrid.
Jack really doesn't like the plan. How can I protect him at a distance?
Besides, with his prosthetic leg, Hiccup is too slow to make it down the slope in time. Astrid is the fastest, sure, and most sure-footed on the jungle floor. But Jack doesn't know how he feels about her being left with Hiccup. If his boyfriend is too slow, she might even kill him and claim otherwise when she returns.
"It's okay," Hiccup tells Jack. "I'll take Toothless with me, and we'll just drop the coil and come straight back up faster than you can say snowflake."
Jack narrowed his eyes. "Snowflake."
"Not into the lightning zone," Jim cuts in. "Remember, head for the tree in the one-to-two-o'clock sector. If you find you're running out of time, move over one more. Don't even think about going back on the beach, though, until I can assess the damage."
Hiccup takes Jack's face in his hands. "Don't worry. I'll see you at midnight." he gives him a kiss and—before he can object any further, the brunette lets go and turn to Astrid. "Ready?"
"Why not?" says Astrid with a shrug. "You guard, I'll unwind. We can trade off later."
Without further discussion, his boyfriend and the blond girl heads down the slope.
A/N: Just to set the record straight, Jim is seventeen years old here. As for Dimitri's age, well, I did a research. According to this site, Dimitri was ten years old at the start of the movie Anastasia. And then, the time line where in he meets Anastasia again is after a decade. So then, he's roughly twenty years old there. Since Jim is 15 years old in his movie, Treasure Planet. So since Jim is seventeen here, I'm planning to make Dimitri twenty-two years old.
Also, if you guys are questioning if Jim is really smart enough to be Beetee, just to remind you (or inform you, if you aren't aware) Jim built his own Solar surfer when he was eight years old, and when he was fifteen years old, he managed to get an old Space ship to activate towards the climax of Treasure Planet.
Obviously, the movie didn't have enough time to show his smart side, and only his teen, rebellious side since the whole movie only focused on that part of his personality for his character development, but still. If it had more time, there might've been moments to show just how smart Jim is.
Even if it's by accident, too, Jim also figured out how the map works after the escaped the Inn, so there!
