Day 74: In Which He And Hiccup Bond
Elsa had kind of an unspoken rule for him: Whenever Anna called, Jack was expected to get the hell out. Well, she probably would've used nicer words, but the gist of it remained the same. Anna was a major existence in her sister's life, their time together even more precious now that they couldn't see each other in person, and Jack knew better than to intrude.
That being the case, he had casually excused himself to tend to his felines while the sisters conversed, and, done with his pet dad's responsibilities, he dialed Hiccup's number to kill some time.
"So when are you gonna introduce Elsa to us?" Hiccup asked between stupid daily life anecdotes, his voice too exaggeratedly nonchalant for the question not to have been planned.
Jack snorted. "I can only submit her to one idiot at a time, and she already has to put up with me, so… do the math on that one."
"Can't you just not see her for a day then?"
He hummed as he smirked at his phone. "That's a hard no, buddy."
"Aw, come on, it's not like a day of abstinence is gonna kill you—"
"Get a hobby, Hiccup," Jack cut his friend off with a growl.
Hiccup sighed. "You should know, Tooth's also dying to meet her."
"Since when do you idiots talk about my g—uh, Elsa behind my back?"
"If I had to guess, I'd say since the day you fulfilled your concupiscent carnal desires—"
"I seriously need to find new friends..." Jack grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Yeah, good luck with that!"
