Well here there everybody. Sorry this update took a while (like a month Avani you lazy prick...) but I've been kinda preoccupied with other stuff. But in good news, I finally forced my boyfriend to sit down and watch RotG with me so now he can finally understand my fangirling over Jack. I wrote half of this chapter while listening to Darude Sandstorm on repeat so I apologise for anything weird. That song does strange things to my brain... Without further ado, enjoy x

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Hiccup

Hiccup had been getting more and more annoyed with Tadashi as the night went on. He knew Tadashi was well aware they both had the early shift tomorrow, yet here he was, more drunk than Hiccup had ever seen, dancing erratically with some random girl with electric blue streaks in her short black hair.

He was sure he recognised her from somewhere…

At this point, Hiccup was both embarrassed and relieved to be completely sober. He didn't like to drink much anyway, so it wasn't a problem for him in that sense. He had been slightly worried about Tadashi going off the rails though, so he'd agreed to come check out this new club with him.

More like he insisted to come join him…

After a while, Hiccup finally caught Tadashi's attention and signalled to him that he was going to go the bathroom. He didn't need to go, he just wanted to get out of the intense lights and music. It wasn't that he didn't like clubs. He liked concerts and festivals, and in many ways, they're similar to nightclubs. But at the same time, they're nothing alike at all.

He didn't wait to see if Tadashi got his message, what with his new girlfriend slung around his waist, grinding against him and giggling.

"Whatever," Hiccup grumbled under his breath as he made his way around the edge of the room, rather than deciding to wade through the dancers.

Tadashi wasn't really a close friend to him anyway. He was more of a work colleague who just so happened to be the same age, and who seemed to enjoy spending his free time with Hiccup.

Hiccup supposed he also kinda felt sorry for the guy. The only thing he knew about Tadashi's home life was that he and his younger brother lived with their aunt because their parents had died when they were both young.

Tadashi always shrugged off talking about his family though. Though Hiccup had met his brother, Hiro, quite a few times when he turned up at the restaurant back door, pestering Tadashi for a ride home, or some food from the kitchen.

A few times on his way to the bathroom, he had to stop and look around for Tadashi.

Just checking…

God Hiccup, he's technically older than you. Leave him alone! Hiccup's subconscious was scolding him.

Hiccup made it to the bathroom and pushed open the door. It was empty, as far as he could see, but one of the stalls was locked so he assumed there was someone in there. The bathroom was pretty clean, surprising for a night club, but then this place had only just opened so the regular drunks and stoners had yet to arrive and destroy it all.

He stood in front of one of the many shiny new mirrors and washed his hands in the sink. He wasn't sure why. Maybe working in the restaurant everyday for the past two weeks had just made his used to washing his hands all the time. Hiccup was just wandering across the room towards the dryers, when something caught his eye.

Red. Only a few splodges here and there, but red liquid spotted the tiled floor. It didn't take a genius to work out what that liquid was, and immediately Hiccup called out to the locked stall, where the blood trail disappeared into.

"You alright in there?"

No response.

"Hey, can you hear me?" Hiccup knew this was weird. If there was someone in there, they were most likely taking a dump and didn't want some random guy asking them questions, but a nagging feeling at the back of his mind was making him worried.

There was still no reply.

What if there was a dead person in there? No shut up Hiccup. Why the heck would there be a-? But what if there was…?

"Alright, I'm coming in." And he used his car key to twist open the lock and push the cubicle door open.

He was completely unprepared for what he saw.

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Jack

Jack awoke to the sound of someone shouting, and something hitting his shoulders repeatedly. Noise, pain and a headache that threatened to split his head in two were all he could process in that moment.

"Urgh, w-what-?" He managed to slur, trying to raise his hands but failing. Instead, he cracked open his eyes, immediately squinting against the bright bathroom lights filling his brain.

"Hey man, are you alright?"

Someone was speaking, to him? Probably.

"Uh-huh," Jack croaked back, opening his eyes all the way and swallowing thickly. His whole mouth tasted disgusting.

"Can you- Do you wanna sit up?" The voice was still there. Jack didn't recognise it, and that freaked him out a bit.

He didn't reply, but strained to sit himself up, finding nothing behind him to lean on, and nearly crashing back down again. He was rescued at the last second by a pair of hands grabbing his back and pulling him upright again.

"Whoa, you're really not okay. Here, lean on me."

"Who-?" Jack tried to speak again but lost his voice when he was suddenly hoisted into a standing position and nearly fell back again, had the wall not been there to catch him in a spine-cracking collision that had stars popping in front of his eyes.

"Jeez- uh. Damn, what-?" The voice was back again, close to Jack left ear. His right seemed to be pressed against something cold. "Wait here, I'll be right back." Jack heard scurrying footsteps, the closing of a door and then silence. Nothing but the whirr of the overhead air-con and the occasional random air-freshener spritz.

His head must be cracked open. That was the only logical explanation for why it hurt so much.

Who was that anyway? That was Jack's next thought. Who had been his rescuer? Not that he needed rescuing, of course. He wasn't even that drunk.

"I'm no' even tha' drunk…" He mumbled to himself. "Man, my stomach 'urts." Jack noticed his chest was burning too. God, in fact, there didn't seem to be an inch of him that wasn't in some kind of pain.

When was that person going to come back? Jack hoped it would be soon. He felt bad for abandoning his friends. What if they were worrying about him? But to be honest, they were probably all out dancing without him, and forgetting all about him… No! He had to get back out there. They weren't allowed to forget about him. He'd had enough of being forgotten.

Somehow, with some hidden strength, he managed to haul himself up off the ground and stagger across the bathroom, his hand clasped to his forehead to keep the ringing at bay, and he was just about to reach for the handle when the door suddenly swung open and smacked him square in the face. He toppled backwards and crashed into a heap against one of the sinks.

"Oh crap, hey, you okay?" It was that voice again.

"Yup, I'm fan-tastic…" Jack murmured in response. "Where'd you go?"

"I tried to get somebody to help, but no one will." The voice said, flustered. "D'you think you can stand up if you lean on me? We need to get you some fresh air."

"Mm-hmm, reckon I could do that'..."

"Right, come on then. Put your arm around my shoulder." Jack did as the voice instructed and finally got a good grip before he was pulled up for the second time. This one was successful however, and together, Jack and his rescuer made their way slowly to the door.

They made their trip in a mutual silence for the most part, apart from the few times the stranger asked if Jack wanted to stop or checking he was okay, as they weaved their way through the crowds. Jack was grateful for this because he was pretty sure that trying to speak while walking and keeping his eyes open would've been too much for his frazzled brain and he might've passed out again. No one gave them more than a half glance as they left the club and continued down the street.

It was completely pitch black outside. The lampposts lining the streets were all busted. No surprise to Jack, though. This was the dodgiest, 'don't want to be out here alone at night' place in the city.

"Can we stop?" Jack whispered after they'd walked about a block and circled back.

"Sure. Here, sit on this." The guy pulled up a metal chair, that had been leaning against the wall of a cafe and lowered Jack slowly into it. "Take it easy."

"Thanks."

Jack leaned forward, putting his head between his knees. He'd seen people do this in movies when they felt nauseous so he figured he'd try it. It did nothing but make him more dizzy.

"Who did you come here with tonight?"

Jack didn't realise he was being spoken to until the question had been repeated twice and even then, he had to blink hard a couple of times to clear his head and comprehend what he was being asked.

"I was with my friends…" He said slowly.

"How many of you are there? Are they still in the club?"

Oh crap, he wanted Jack to count all of them? He tried to count his friends on his fingers, but quickly ran out of digits and shook his head. "Loads. They're all still dancing, I think…"

"Right." There was a pause. "Can you tell me your name? I'll ask the bouncer to try and find some of your friends."

"Jack."

"Okay, Jack. I'm just gonna cross the road and talk to the bouncer really quick. I'll be right back." And then Jack was alone again. It was alright. He raised his head and leaned back into the chair, trying to focus his eyes. He watched the blurry outline of a person get further away until it joined the swimming sea of grey which were the buildings opposite.

How the hell had he managed to get himself this messed up in such a short space of time? This wasn't like him at all. Also, who the hell was helping him? Jack hadn't caught even a glimpse of his face yet, and stupidly, hadn't even asked for his name. He made of note to himself to do that as soon as they came back.

If they came back…?

What if they just left him out here? Alone in the dark? He'd never admit it, but Jack absolutely loathed the dark. Because the dark meant sleeping. And sleeping meant dreaming. And Jack's dreams were always the same. Always cold and suffocating, and frightening. Almost like he was drowning.

Jack shivered. He desperately tried to get his drunk head to focus his eyes, looking for anybody, for the person who'd brought him out here, for his friends… But to no avail. He was completely blind to anything other than blurred shapes and a few spots of light that were the neon signs on the outside of the club.

Were his friends looking for him? Had they even noticed he was gone? Surely someone would have… Astrid or Gogo maybe? North and Flynn were meant to be driving home so they wouldn't have gotten themselves too drunk, right?

"Hey, I'm back." A hand suddenly landed on his shoulder and Jack flinched. "Sorry. The bouncers wouldn't help and I didn't want to go in and leave you out here where I couldn't see you."

Jack nodded. That made sense, sort of.

"Do you have your phone on you? You can leave one of your friends a message and I can drive you home. I'm completely sober."

Jack nodded again. He felt weird allowing this total stranger to take so much responsibility and help him, but what they were saying definitely seemed sensible. He dug around in his pocket until he found his phone and held it out. The person held it for a second, as if waiting for Jack's approval for them to use it, and then took it.

"Oh, what's your passcode?"

"Uh, one-nine-three-six." Jack recited, somehow digging that memory out of his alcohol drenched brain.

"Okay. Who do you want me to message?"

Jack hated giving this much freedom to this guy. Total admittance to his phone, contacts, basically his whole life, and it was all inside that little rectangle of metal and glass.

But who to message? Jack thought about it, as best as he could. His first thought was Astrid. But she was drunk and Jack knew for a fact her hangovers lasted at least two days, so she was ruled out. Texting one of the guys seemed more logical to Jack. Tuff? No, he wouldn't take it seriously. In the end, he decided on Aster, as even though he could be a real ass at times, Jack knew he'd understand the situation and help as best as he could as soon as he could.

"Um, text Aster." Jack said, and then quickly corrected himself. "His contact name is Bunny." There was a pause. "Don't ask…"

"Wasn't gonna." The guy laughed and soon Jack could hear the sound of keys tapping and then the click of the message being sent. "I told him you'd been taken home by a friend and not to worry, but to come and check on you as soon as he leaves the club. That okay?"

"Mmm-hmm." Jack murmured.

"Okay. Let's get to my car. It's a bit of a walk. A few blocks away. D'you think you can manage that?"

"Yeah, but-" Jack raised his head and squinted hard at the person, "Who are you?"

"Oh crap, yeah I forgot. I never introduced myself. I'm Hiccup."

After a few seconds, his face finally came into clear focus. Tanned skin, freckles, a grey beanie covering a thick head of reddish brown curls, and his face was set in an anxious expression that didn't suit him.

Jack gasped, as he was staring at the same boy he'd found himself staring at mere hours ago in the restaurant.

Fate was clearly having fun today...

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I'm really not good at writing drunk!characters... sorry. But anyways, the boys finally meet! Yass the moment we've all been waiting for, and then I go and leave you all on a horrible cliffhanger. I'm sorry! How did you like the whole switching POV's? Should I keep doing that throughout or was it annoying for you? Let me know in a review and I'll be sure to take it into account.

Shoutouts

A Frozen Shadow: That part was really funny to write. Glad you enjoyed it x Thanks for the review!

LovelyOnyx: First off, I like your username! Second, he's alright. Just a little drunk and maybe a bit of something else as well? *wink wink* you'll have to wait to find out more though

I didn't get many reviews this time, which was a shame since reviews are LITERALLY MY ONLY MOTIVATION TO WRITE MORE. So if you want to read more, maybe consider leaving me one? Even if it's just a quick little 'more pls'

Anyways, hope you enjoyed xx