If there was one thing he didn't expect, it was for the boy who ran him over the day before to be so cute the morning after.

Okay, so, to be fair, he wasn't expecting to take him home in the first place as they were untangling themselves, but here they were, cuddled up in his bed as the sun peeked through his bedroom curtains.

Hiccup had woken up first, only to find a head entirely comprised of white cowlicks tucked under his chin. A feeling of warmth settled into his chest and he inhaled slowly, head dipping down a little to press a kiss into the mess of soft hair. He let himself breathe in the other's scent, committing it to memory. A fond smile graced his features and closed his eyes again.

Was this normal behavior given the circumstances? Not at all. Speaking strictly in facts, they had met yesterday, and ate cheap dinner while making small talk about the recent springtime rain and a movie they had both seen in theaters before blowing each other. Hiccup didn't make a habit out of one-night-stands, but one or two of them was enough for him to know the formula, and that certainly fit the bill.

But Hiccup wasn't looking at the situation from a logical, factual standpoint.

They ate frozen cheeseburger mac TV dinners, and the conversation was superficial at best. But Jack, he found quickly, had a way of talking to people that he swore could brighten anyone's mood. He spoke so animatedly of even the most trivial topic, it reminded him a bit of himself. His arms moved as he got really into the conversation, the same way Hiccup's did when he was talking to anyone about a project, or about archaeology, or about dragons. During dinner, he found himself leaning forward in interest, putting more effort into the conversation that the movie they were talking about had even been worth.

They fooled around, but went no further than mouths on each other. But somehow the experience was so...intimate. Jack had thrown himself into the experience, granting Hiccup the best night of his life. And then, before they fell asleep, they had simply touched each other. Hands sliding over each other's bodies, worshiping each other as they drifted off to sleep.

Hiccup had taken a particular interest in Jack's Woolly Howl tattoo given his obsession with dragons, sure. But he was too preoccupied to ask before they got into bed, and a part of him regretted it now. What if Jack didn't feel what he'd felt last night, and just wanted to go home? Hiccup had a tendency to overthink things, after all, and Thor knows he was a little... Well, desperate wasn't a nice word, but it was closer to accurate than anything else he could think of off the top of his head.

What did he feel last night?

He wanted to know Jack, as much as he felt like he did, in the most irrational kind of way. He wanted to know just what he'd meant by a connection to the Woolly Howl. Hiccup wanted to get Jack talking about something that interested him, to see those eyes light up all over again.

Apparently, Jack didn't even like that movie too much. What would he look like if he talked about something he loved?

Jack shifted in his arms, and Hiccup opened his eyes again. The whitette made a small noise against his chest and very slowly tilted his head up. Hiccup lifted his head to look down at him, heart skipping a beat when he was met with bleary baby blues and a perfect pearly smile.

"G'morning," Jack mumbled. "Nice bedhead."

Hiccup blushed. "You're one to talk," he murmured, letting his head fall to the side onto the pillow instead of burrowing back into Jack's fluffy hair, not wanting to scare him off now that they were awake. "You look like you've never used a hairbrush in your life."

"I haven't."

"Oh..."

Hiccup's eyes flicked upwards until he was staring at the headboard of his bed, puffing his cheeks out awkwardly. Below him, he heard a chuckle and he glanced down again.

Jack was smiling at him.

Gods, he was so...beautiful.

...And his hands were on his neck?

Hiccup shivered as Jack's hands ran up to the back of his head, pulling him down to kiss him. He closed his eyes and kissed him back eagerly, tongue poking out and swiping over Jack's lips. The gesture earned a giggle from Jack and Hiccup pulled back a little, eyebrow raised. "Something funny?" he asked, a little breathlessly.

But Jack only shook his head, grin on his face, and gently tugged Hiccup back down again.

The giggles soon became contagious, and the two of them were kissing and laughing and neither of them could stop. Hiccup felt lightness in his chest as his cute date ran his hands through his hair, making him hum before snickering against his lips again.

When they finally broke for a proper breath, Hiccup was met with a lopsided grin.

"Heh... Hey, um..." Hiccup could hear the awkwardness leaking into his voice even through the butterflies in his stomach and fought off the urge to cringe. "Soooo."

"Sooooo?" How was it possible for that face to look so innocent? So sweet? Did he bring a hypnotist home? Was he under a spell?

"Do you...wanna do this again sometime?"

Thin, pale lips closed, but the smile remained. Jack leaned up, and pressed a sweet kiss to Hiccup's lips. It was quick; barely a peck.

"I'll do you one better... Let's shower, and I'll make you breakfast. And you can tell me what's up with those dragon sketches on the wall above your desk."

Hiccup snorted. Jack beamed again, showing off perfect, bright teeth. Hiccup was jealous. "Only if you tell me about that Woolly Howl."

"Deal. Now...come back here."

Hands in his hair again, pulling him in. They laid there, stealing kisses between blissful giggles in the soft morning light.