Jack stretched his arms back and over his head in a very cat-like motion. He paced and extended his legs to stretch out all the rest of him. He capped this off with a contented sigh. There were many small purchases where one could hike to and sit at, on the top of this mountain. This particular one faced the pier and had a beautiful overlooking view of the bay.

A nightfury breezed by and Jack shouted out a greeting. The rider must have heard him because the dragon swerved around toward the mountain.

The large ledge jack was standing on would have been a very popular place on the island if it weren't for the icicles that coated the railing and the slick, dangerous layer semi-permeable of ice that seemed permanently set into the path. Jack slid across the ice in his bare feet, easily as a dragon flies.

His snow-white teeth flashed as the dragon drew level. His usual greeting was, "Slay any dragons lately? Oh, wait. You can't."

To which Hiccup often responded with, "Slay Anything lately? Oh, wait. You Really can't. You can't touch anything!"

Afterwhich Jack would try to "touch" him with a snowball to the head.

But this small ritual was blown out of Jack's mind when he saw the prettiest little blonde he'd ever seen, clutching Hiccup like a ragdoll. So his already rude greeting was replaced by an even ruder, "WHO THE HELL IS THAT?!"

Hiccup was suddenly embarrassed and had no clue what to say. Astrid chuckled and though she refused to let go of Hiccup, she managed to shrug her shoulders at Jack. "I'm… a hostage?" she said in playful mock innosense, letting her eyelashes flutter a bit.

Jack immediately straightened up, smiling, and layered his voice with implications, "Really? So you'll be sticking around? Well then," puffing out his chest and flashing snow white teeth, "welcome to Misty, beautiful Miss...?"

Hiccup was mortified at his best friend's flirting but this was quickly replaced by something territorial when he heard Astrid's flattered little giggle. "Astrid. Astrid Ho-"

Hiccup yanked the reigns.

Jack blinked in surprise as one second the two teenagers were there and the next gone, the night fury diving downward, toward the village, so fast that he was leaving vapor trails.

Astrid had almost fallen off backwards except for the sadle belt keeping her attatched. So instead of flying off and falling, she was snapped back to collide with Toothless's tail. She was plastered to the dragon like a fly on a windshield. Hiccup got toothless to slow, abruptly. This caused Astrid to snap forward with momentum and collide with Hiccup. Hiccup had been expecting that and was steady as a rock. What actually unsteadied him was when Astrid's arms wrapped around his narrow chest and SQUEEZED. Hiccup let Toothless decide how to coast slowly downward as he tried to turn to astrid to talk. Feeling him squirm, she clasped him tighter still.

Hiccup gasped, "Aaastrid, Ple- eassss…Air!"

Astrid continued to boa constrict his chest and gut, wrapping both arms around him so tight that she could easily rest her chin on his shoulder. "Hiccup." She took her time emphasizing exactly how furious she was, "I thought we agreed no tricks… Or that you would Warn Me."

Astrid heard a gleeful laugh and her eyes darted to the source. Then turned her head to stare, stupefied. "You!" The laughing face giggled giddily again, teeth as white as snow.

Pointing at Jack, she released Hiccup who grasped the opportunity to rocket out the saddle and out of her reach. She glared at him but accepted his assistance off of Toothless's back. There was a brief moment of awkwardness when her feet landed on the earth between his. They tangled and swayed until hiccup took the step back needed to stable them. Some part of Astrid suspected Hiccup had done that on purpose. But she was quickly distracted by the mystery at hand.

Astrid turned to Jack, "You're here!"

Jack's eyes departed from their focus over her shoulder to her and he chuckled, but it had a different edge to it. Nervous. "I am!"

"But how- EeeaH!" Astrid screamed when she saw a frying pan thrust through Jack's chest. "You- your chest!"

"Aw, busted." said the spirit, not sounding to disdapointed.

"You're dead!"

A tall slender woman with gossamer yellow hair who had walked up, unnoticed, behind Jack withdrew her frying pan only to use it to tap Astrid's forehead. "Yes, he's dead. And has been for the last hundred years. Now if you're finished discovering things, come along."

Hiccup took Astrid's arm and hurried her in the blonde woman's wake. "Don't worry, he'll still be dead later." He quipped as Astrid looked back at Jack one last time only to see him dematerialize, as if blown away by the wind.