Ok so here is the next chapter, requested by Panemat!

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Life was hard sometimes. Or that was what Jack was thinking right now, as he sulked with his face planted into the pillow.

The spirit groaned loudly, twisting on his side after realising he couldn't breathe. The clock ticked on his wall annoyingly, and he had the sudden urge to throw a chunk of ice at it.

So he did.

The clock never stood a chance, really. The ice block that Jack had crafted was at least ten inches thick, and it was thrown at such a force that it made the wall rattle slightly. Shards of wood burst everywhere and the batteries fell on the floor with a loud clunk. Jack, satisfied, flopped onto his back and continued to sulk in peace.

"Jack Frost!" A voice shouted. Jack ignored it.

"Jack Frost what did you just do?!"

BANG

Jack didn't react as the door leading to his room was ripped off its hinges and a very angry Santa entered. In fact, the spirit didn't even acknowledge the older guardian was there, and instead inspected his nails.

"Jack! Answer me!" North ordered, moving further into the blue room. Jack watched out as the Cossack's eyes found the sad remains of the clock.

"You broke the clock?" He asked in a dangerously low voice. Jack nodded, shrugging.

"You're the one that sent me up early." He muttered, then sighed loudly and dramatically.

"That iz because you misbehaved today! I warned you!"

"No you didn't."

"I asked you three times." North said, clenching his fist in an act to control his rage. It wasn't helping. "To stop icing the elves but you kept doing it!"

"That was to annoy you." Jack muttered moodily, letting his arm fall next to him limply.

"What has gotten into you, Jack Frost?!" North said, glaring at the spirit. "I will not tolerate it anymore! Behave yourself!"

"Behave yourself." Jack mocked in a exaggerated Russian accent, rolling onto his side again.

"YOU ARE GROUNDED!" North bellowed, slamming his fist onto the bed hard enough to make Jack bounce.

"What?!" Jack shrieked, sitting up. "You can't ground me!"

"Just did. Ha!" North laughed. Jack scowled.

"I can leave whenever I like!" Jack countered, folding his arms. He looked away from the Cossack with a angry sigh.

If you leave," North threatened, stepping into the doorway. His voice dropped to a low whisper. "You will be dragged back here and chained to yeti." The older guardian turned and walked out of the room, closing the door with a slam.

Jack groaned and crashed back onto his bed with his face back into the pillow.

"I hate my life!" He yelled, stabbing the mattress beside him with a icicle.

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"Jack! Wake up!" North's voice rang from the floor below, making Jack groan. Slowly, the spirit lifted his head, blinking rapidly to clear the sleep. At first, he forgot why he was lying face first into a pillow.

"I'm grounded." He muttered, yawning. He groaned, turning so he was facing the window. "Great."

From the darkened sky in the window, the spirit guessed it was still quite early into the day. Too early.

Usually, Jack would never be this tired, but his reluctance today was for North and North alone. So, curling up smaller, he let his eyes drift closed.

"JACK FROST GET OUT OF BED!"

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"North?"

"No."

"Noorrrth?"

"No."

"Noooooooorrrrrrrtttthhhh?"

"You deserve this."

"No I don't."

Jack was crouched under a table, watching a big scuttle across the floor. North was sitting peacefully in front of the fire, checking a long list scrawled with names.

North was as bad as his word – Jack had been successfully dragged out of bed, staff confiscated and locked in the globe room where the yeti could keep an eye on him. For the past ten minutes Jack had been repeating the Cossack's name to try and make him crack, his mind seemed to be made out of steel.

Groaning, the spirit lay on his front and watched the bug as it scurried across the small chunk of ice that he had managed to create. Having a pet woodlouse didn't sound as good as he thought, so now he was bored again. Speaking of pets…

"North? Could I have a pet?" He asked, turning to face the older guardian. North looked up from the list briefly.

"No."

"Why not?"

"You will set it loose and cause havoc." North answered, chuckling slightly. "And right now you are being punished for being so moody. So no. Iz that good?"

"No, it's not." Jack moaned, letting his head fall onto the floorboards. The bug had finished climbing the ice and now was making its way back down.

"Could I have a pet reindeer?" He asked suddenly. North sighed, looking away from the list.

"No. You iz too naughty." He replied, glancing at the spirit.

"But I wouldn't be if you got me a reindeer." Jack muttered and let his head drop onto the floor.

"No pet. End of story." The Cossack almost missed what Jack said next. Almost.

"Fuck you."

"THAT IZ ENOUGH!" North sprang upwards, sending the lost flying across the room. Once wonder-filled eyes were now brimming with rage and disbelief. He drew his swords quickly and pointed one of the blades to Jack menacingly.

"You do not EVER use that language here again, understand?" The older guardian's voice was full of quiet anger. Jack shrugged, unfazed by the large sword pointed at his throat.

"Whatever." He muttered, sighing dramatically.

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