Day 51: In Which Bros Should Come Before Hoes
Jack lied on the floor as he and Hiccup talked on the phone. He kept staring at the ceiling, one hand absentmindedly petting the cat—the fat one—sleeping on his chest.
"Call me crazy, Hiccup, but I feel like we're kind of on the same page about the whole thing."
"Meaning she's thirsting for you just as much as you are for her?"
He scowled. "... Maybe?"
"That's a good thing, right?"
"What if it's not? I mean, here we are, building up all these expectations… What if things are not all that?"
A pause happened, and then he heard Hiccup sighing. "Jackson. Tell me you're not being a shallow asshole right now."
"I'm not. At least I don't think I am. But what if she's… disappointed?"
"What, you lied about the size of your dick?"
Jack scoffed. "You haven't been single for a while, and it shows."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Hiccup asked, and the asshole had the nerves of still sounding indignant.
"You should be thankful that Astrid agreed to marry you If you really think that dick talk equals successful courtship."
"Courtship?" Hiccup laughed, and it made Jack want to kick his supposed-friend in his good leg. His only leg. Whatever. "That girl totally changed you! I love her already."
"Wait till your fiancée hears you saying that, dipshit."
"Aw, come on, Frosty, there's no need to be jealous. I haven't even met the girl yet!"
"Yeah, me neither, and look where I am now!"
Prompt by dangdiggitydang: more nosy friends (part 2).
