AN: What? It's already been over a month? Shhhhh... We just won't talk about it.

"Jack, this is a terrible idea."

"You're the one who agreed to the terms."

"I-... Okay, yeah, but I didn't honestly expect you to be able to recite the alphabet backwards while drunk."

"You doubted me, Hiccup. That was your downfall."

Out of every decision he'd ever made in his life, every little moment that had led him to this, he was sure of one thing - that statement was probably true. He had underestimated Jack, and that was the reason he was standing on a skateboard at this particular moment, on Jack's backyard patio, clinging to his boyfriend's shoulders and trying not to fall. The whitette had the nerve to be grinning at him, the little shit.

"How can you even do that?"

Jack rolled his eyes, hands secured on Hiccup's hips to keep him from actually falling while the brunet tried to find his balance. Hiccup was just grateful Jack didn't decide to be a dick and let go of him. "No one expects anyone to memorize the alphabet backwards. But like, there was this old mini-series thing on Disney Channel when I was a kid that showed during commercials, and some chick sang the alphabet backwards in one episode. It played so many times, Hic. I woke up chanting the alphabet backwards in my sleep."

"I am absolutely positive that's not true."

"You doubt me again?"

"Ah, put a sock in it and help me, please."

Jack laughed, and Hiccup swore he heard little bells when he did. He was almost positive Jack was a pixie, not a person. It would certainly fit with his personality, wouldn't it? Tricky, playful, and mischievous. Not only that, but Jack had this ethereal beauty about him. With his naturally white hair and porcelain skin, he looked like winter personified. Hiccup had jokingly taken to calling him 'Jack Frost' in his head.

He supposed he wasn't the only one who thought that way about his little ice pixie, though. His little sister called him 'snowcone', which was adorable. Hiccup didn't tell her that, of course, because he was absolutely sure the little angry ball of punk she was would have never called him that again. He knew, sometimes, when to keep his mouth shut.

Suddenly he was very rudely interrupted from his momentary lapse in awareness as the skateboard beneath him was moving...and he was not going in the same direction. He yelped, finding himself all too quickly on his ass on the hard concrete island. He assumed the skateboard was...somewhere, laying in the grass nearby, but he couldn't see it. His vision was suddenly filled with mostly white as Jack crouched over him.

"Holy shit, are you okay?" he asked quickly, hands moving to steady Hiccup so he wouldn't fall the rest of the way and risk hitting his head on the pavement. How unsteady did he look, even sitting down, if Jack was all over him like this?

"I... I'm not really sure. Gimme a moment to think it over."

At his response, he registered the fall in Jack's shoulders and the sigh his boyfriend released.

'"God, are you okay?"
"I'm...uh, I'm not really sure. Maybe give me a moment to think that over."'

Their first interaction. It had become something of a joke between them. Now, it meant something more along the lines of "just fuckin' peachy". At least, in Jack's words. Hiccup would have chosen a less colorful means of explaining it.

Jack relaxed and moved to sit back, butt plopping lightly down on Hiccup's thighs. The pressure was welcome, and Hiccup's arms wound around Jack's waist to keep him in place. Jack responded by wrapping his arms up over Hiccup's shoulders, and leaning in for a much-needed kiss.

"We are never trying that again."

"Never say never, Hiccup."

"Jack, please don't start with the cheesy motivational one-liners."

"But look, they're making you smile."

Hiccup rolled his eyes and kissed Jack again. "Still not doing this again," he said, once they parted.

Jack opened his mouth to speak, and Hiccup caught a glint in his eye. It wasn't Jack's normal look - the one Hiccup had come to know all too well even over just the past week of knowing him. Jack had this look when he was going to try and be truly encouraging. And oh, for the love of Thor, Hiccup knew exactly what the whitette was going to say. He had no doubts Jack had done extensive research on this subject just for him.

"I'm gonna stop you right there," Hiccup interrupted, before Jack could even get a word in. "I swear, if you're about to go on some spiel about one-legged skaters becoming legends through perseverance or something, I'm dropping you in the grass and watching your mother kill you for getting grass stains on your ass."

Jack shut his mouth again. God, he looked cute when he was surprised and looking stupid.

"Obviously I don't doubt your word for it. And really, I'm sure you're a great teacher. But..." Hiccup dipped his head to get a good, direct, meaningful look into Jack's eyes. "I'm the most uncoordinated person I've ever known. I can't even walk without tripping over something. What makes you think I'd be able to ride a skateboard without killing myself?"

The impish smile Hiccup so very loved split his face, and the whitette leaned in to kiss him again. "If you can't learn to ride a skateboard, what makes you think you'd have been able to ride a dragon?"

"Hey... You haven't told me your Night Fury story yet. I told you about the Woolly Howl, it's only fair."

Hiccup, for a long moment after Jack had said that, was just quiet. So long, in fact, that Jack must have thought their connection had dropped, because he was asking Hiccup if he was still on the line.

"Wha? Oh. Well. Yeah. Um. About that."

"...Yeah...?"

Hiccup cleared his throat, but finally smiled to himself. "I'd love to tell you, Jack. But that's something that I think I should tell you in person. It's kind of a personal story. Family stuff, y'know?"

"Well then," Jack's voice, jovial and teasing, came through. "I guess I have a reason to hang out with you this weekend now."

"Good to know my sparkling personality doesn't have anything to do with it."

"Oh, come on, Hiccup. You know I'm only in it for the dragons. It's not like you're the most adorable thing I've ever seen or anything."

When they had met up for the weekend, dinner with Jack's family and a very apparently planned skateboard fiasco yet to occur, while the boys were up in Jack's bedroom just lounging in his bed together, Hiccup told Jack the whole story.

"So...you know how I said 'Hiccup' was an old family name?"

"Yeah?"

"You've never heard the name before, have you?"

"No."

Hiccup turned over to look at Jack in profile. The whitette was staring up at his ceiling, but Hiccup's movements drew his attention and he turned his head to face him. That sweet, pearly white smile graced his lips and Hiccup found himself grinning in response. "In old viking tradition, the runt of the litter was called a hiccup."

As expected, that angelic face turned concerned almost immediately. "Hey now, wait a second Hic-"

"Hang on, Jack," Hiccup chuckled, putting a finger to his lips to silence him. "I wasn't named Hiccup because my parents thought I'd be a runt. I was named Hiccup after my ancestor, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the third. I'm pretty proud to be the fourth Hiccup in my family considering he lived around eight centuries ago."

Jack seemed to be stuck in stunned silence for a moment, but he recovered quickly. "Your middle name is Horrendous?"

"Yes, that's what you need to focus on," Hiccup mumbled with a roll of his eyes but a fond smirk. "Anyway, my mom is obsessed with dragons, and...well, Hiccup the third happened to be one of the greatest dragon trainers of his time. Most of his notes have been lost to time, a-at least as far as we know, but we still have our stories... I'm related to him on my mom's side... She admired him so much, she named me after him."

Jack rolled onto his side, enough to lightly peck at Hiccup's lips. "So...what? Does your ancestor have something to do with Night Furies?"

"I mean, sort of... Maybe a little bit, I guess? I mean... He did ride one."

"...No way." Jack had that cute look on his face. Surprised and stupid.

"I mean, I guess the only proof we have is one of his journals, and the stories passed down in our family... But that's of course only taking one man's word for it. Plus, I'm pretty sure he wrote the one my family has now when he was like... I dunno, 15? But...yeah... Back then when he was young, humans and dragons were still kinda at odds with each other. He was the one who brought them together as allies... He created the Dragon Riders - this little nobody kid from a little nobody tribe changed the world as we know it. But he, and Berk, were some of the best kept secrets of their time."

Jack had slowly turned where he lay until he was fully facing Hiccup, leaning in closer with interest. Hiccup had just grinned, and pulled him close, cuddling with him as he told him all he knew about his ancestor, and his adventures with Toothless, the Night Fury.

"I can snowboard," Hiccup defended himself, laughing quietly while Jack giggled at him. "It's just, there's this thing called solid concrete that makes falling down hurt a lot more than it would in a nice fluffy bed of snow."

"Oh no, you poor baby," Jack cooed, pinching Hiccup's cheek. The brunet swatted at his hand with a scowl and a noise that sounded equal parts awkward and annoyed and affectionate. Hiccup pouted, and Jack laughed his jingling little laugh again.

"Besides," Hiccup said, a little slower this time. "If there were still dragons around for the riding, I'm sure there'd be this handy little thing called...oh, well, I don't know...a saddle? Something that would help me hold on, at the very least, so I wouldn't go crashing into the ground."

Jack rolled his eyes and leaned in again to peck his lips. Hiccup turned his head though, so Jack connected with his cheek. He was pouting. He wasn't gonna let Jack kiss away his totally justified pout! Not yet, anyway.

"Come on, dragon boy," Jack whispered, lips never leaving his cheek. The light brushing of skin on skin made Hiccup blush a little, and soon he felt Jack's lips curl into a smile. He must have felt the warmth radiating off of him.

Hiccup, for his part, only made a mocking kind of mumble that vaguely resembled what Jack had just said, earning a little mischievous giggle.

"Come on, we can go inside now," he whispered again. "Do you wanna stay over for the night? Oooor, would you rather we go back to your place so you can punish me for humiliating you on the skateboard today?"

Of course, he had to go the inappropriate route. They both knew they wouldn't actually be having any sex, but Hiccup kept up the teasing game anyway. "I think the best punishment would be to deprive you," he mumbled, a little smirk forming as he slowly turned his head back into range of Jack's lips. "And that means staying here, where we can't do anything because we both know you can't keep quiet."

And then he lightly kissed Jack on the lips, humming a little when he felt the whitette sink into him and relax. He pulled him close, just enjoying the feeling of his body against the other.

"Ew! Gross, you guys!" Emma's voice rang from the back door, and when Hiccup turned to face her she looked disgusted. "If you're gonna do that, go back to Hiccup's place! God!" Then, swiftly, she turned and stormed away from the door.

Hiccup felt Jack start to laugh softly at first, before it dissolved into full blown, loud laughter. Hiccup couldn't help but chuckle along with him, a little embarrassed but otherwise pretty amused at the poor girl's outburst.

"I think you should stay over just to freak her out," Jack snickered.

"Yeah," Hiccup hummed, reaching up to teasingly flick Jack's nose. "Me too."