A/N: Alright guys so here we go! So um yeah turns out this is gonna be like one more chapter I hope you're prepared for the feels ehHEHEHE

Why the hell did he do that?

Jack stomped his way down the street, noting somebody was calling out to him, but his anger was too thick. No it wasn't that, or maybe it was, but he also felt hurt and a little bit like puking himself. He only kept asking himself,

'Did he feel like that every time we touched? Every time we kissed? No he would've said something, if he was that uncomfortable with it he would've been honesty and said something. . . right?'

Hiccup did admit that sometimes he'd grin and bear a few things, such as the times he had to keep an eye on this one guy when he was a kid (Daggie-Dagur?) and other things he was too afraid to speak out about- oh god maybe he was grossed out all those times they touched.

Now he really did feel like stopping by a tree and emptying his stomach out.

He managed to push off the feeling, relief flooding his being when he reached a familiar building, quickening his pace. He pushed the door open, chimes ringing announcing his arrival, and walked up to the counter.

"Hey, is Tooth still in?"

The girl behind the counter, blinking her different colored eyes and pushing a feather extension behind her ear at her friends arrival, nodded and pointed at the door.

"About to leave in a few minutes, in her office."

He flashed her a smile (whom gave a small squeal at seeing his perfect teeth).

"Thanks Baby T."

He disappeared behind the door that led to the rooms behind, a few employees wrapping up some last minute dentist appointments, but he kept going until he reached the door to an office, opening it with no hesitation.

Behind the door stood a woman, packing up a bag as if to leave, but jumped at the sudden door opening. Her hair always caught his eye, it was brown hair piled up in a bun, but lots of feather extensions were added in her hair and shined with every turn of her head. She was dressed in scrubs that had a hummingbird pattern in a rainbow of colors, a coat thrown on to leave. Bright eyes blinked at him and she set her bag down.

"Jack? What are you doing here, I was literally about to leave and go see your Mom-"

"I-I didn't come from my house, I came from Hiccups."

She rose an eyebrow at the information, walking around her desk to better address him.

"Oh well, did something happen?" Her eyes widened and she rushed forward to place a hand on his shoulder. "Did you two have a fight? Are you alright? Do you want to talk about it?"

He paused before he shook his head, pulling away from the manicured hand, looking down at the floor.

"No, it's stupid, I shouldn't have come-it's just-you were the first person I thought of after leaving him-"

Her eyes widened further and forced him down into one of the chairs facing her desk, and sat herself down in the other as she placed her hand on his forearm.

"You left him? What exactly happened between you two?"

He kept looking down at the floor, now wondering why the hell he came here, why bother Tooth like this? It'd be better if he just left-

"Jack, please. I just want to help."

He looked up at her, seeing the clear concern in her eyes, and sighed.

"We were just playing a video game, and he was sitting in front of me, and I decided to tease him, and well. . . "

"So you were both being teenagers, that's fine-"

"Not that kind of teasing, more of the. . . you know. . . kissing. . . "

She rolled her eyes.

"That was what I meant Jack."

He gave a frustrated sigh and stood up, picking up a pace back and forth across her office.

"This is weird okay? I didn't expect to come to you to talk about my stupid hormone motives!"

"Then what did you come to talk to me about?"

He stopped and ran both hands through his hair before releasing in one single breath,

"I think Hiccup was grossed out by what I was doing to him and threw up."

The silence that followed unnerved him, and now he was between revisiting that thought of throwing up or running off to his pond and escaping these stupid feelings.

". . . Hiccup did what?"

Jack shoved his hands into his hoodie pocket and looked down at the floor again.

"He threw up because I was touching him, so clearly I messed up with being in a relationship."

He heard her stand up and walk up behind him, placing a hand back on his shoulder.

"From when I first met him, I don't think he'd ever do such a thing because you touched him. The whole time he was over for dinner he happily held hands with you and hugged you whenever he could, almost like he'd never known the feeling."

He looked over his shoulder at her, confusion etched on his face.

"But. . . when-"

"There's a difference between hugging and touching, Jack. He could possibly be asexual."

That threw him for a loop. He blinked and turned around to face her, now even more confused.

"Asexual. . . what's-?"

"A sexual orientation where the person doesn't get any sexual urges with somebody. They just don't want sex. It can be different in some cases, some people may not want a relationship, or want one where they both just show affection, and sometimes there are asexual people who find themselves demisexual, only wanting to have sex with somebody they've grown a bond with."

She smiled at him and pressed a hand to her chest,

"I'm demisexual myself actually, I've had a few relationships and only one did I ever have that want for sex with them, and I'd been in a relationship with them for over six years."

He could only breath, mind reeling at the information.

"So he. . . I-I just assumed. . . you're saying it wasn't me?"

Tooth only shrugged and dropped her hands, walking back over to her desk and picking up her bag.

"It's whatever he believes it to be, more importantly, you have to talk with him. It was all just a misunderstanding and you need to talk it out with him and see what he says."

She walked back over to him, smiling again as she placed her hand back on his shoulder.

"Let's get you home. You can think over things and go talk with Hiccup as soon as you can."

He smiled and nodded, walking out with her and the relieving thought that Hiccup hadn't reacted how he did because of him.

Wednesday was usually one of his favorite days, it was the halfway point in the week and the reminder that it was only one day more until Friday and the weekend. It was always nice waking up and realizing this fact.

But it didn't have the same effect that it usually did today, because Hiccup was too busy panicking over what had happened not two days ago.

Monday he and his boyfriend had been playing video games when the other decided to try to initiate sex with him, and he responded by retching into his own trashcan. Jack had stormed out and they hadn't talked with each other since.

Yesterday had been the worst, he'd been too afraid to talk with Jack. He shamefully hid from him, also afraid for things to fall apart between them. He just knew he'd mess up this wonderful thing, knew it right from the start.

He loved what he had with Jack, walking around and openly holding hands and kissing each other and dates where they just sat and stared at the stars and kept each other warm and now he knew he had screwed everything up because of his lack of telling anybody 'Hey I really like you but sex grosses me out lets cuddle instead!'

He still wasn't sure whether to come out or not, and who to first? His Dad? Jack? Astrid? And what if they all rejected him? Or made him question himself even more?

It was safe to say that all these worries had kept him up last night, and left him with getting four hours' worth of sleep, and so now here he was trying to fight off sleeping through his first period, which hadn't even started yet.

"There you are Hiccup!"

He jumped awake to Astrid's face and started to panic.

"Where were you at lunch the other day? That's one of the only other times I get to see you and you weren't there, not to mention Jack has been asking us all where you were because he wanted to talk to you."

He groaned and rubbed at his eyes, leaning on his desk and replying back,

"Astrid now really isn't a good time-"

"When will be a good time then? This isn't you, everybody is worried, even Tuffnut knew something was wrong when you weren't at lunch. Is something going on with you and Jack? Or is it your Dad? Hiccup whatever it is you can tell me-"

Oh gods he never wanted this to happen, he hadn't wanted to make everyone else worried, why couldn't he have just manned up and talked with Jack? Why did he have to go and screw everything up, it was all fine until he had to throw up at Jack's wandering hands and oh gods he was probably going to spew again.

"-I'm sure even Merida will hear you out, you just have to talk and say something. . . Hiccup are you okay?"

If he answered he was sure to embarrass himself in front of whoever was in the classroom, so instead he ran out of the room, trying to fight down the rise of his half-digested breakfast, at least until he reached a bathroom, but just when he reached it he slammed into somebody, stumbling back and seeing that of all people it had to be Jack.

They stared at each other, and Hiccup could only silently panic because yup he was going to be gagging his guts out in front of his boyfriend again but this time possibly onto him.

"Hiccup! Hey, uh, we need to talk-"

He couldn't ignore his body trying to force its stomach contents out any longer and pushed past Jack, rushing into a stall and not caring for locking it as he hunched over the toilet and puked his stress away.

He sat there for a while, gasping between dry-heaves, only becoming aware of his surroundings when a tap on his shoulder and a voice softly calling his name. He looked over his shoulder and felt his heart drop at seeing Jack, even more so when he realized it used to flutter at the sight of pale hair and blue eyes.

"Are you okay? Do you need to go to the nurse?"

No, he couldn't, the nurse was sure to send him home, and his Dad would have to be called from work, and he was just bothering everybody-

"Come on, to be honest you look like shit. You should spend today at home."

He only had the energy to weakly nod, allowing Jack to help him up onto his feet, and be walked to the front office to the nurse. He was grateful that Jack didn't pry for anything, only speaking to the nurse about how he'd found Hiccup. He had to leave for his class, and Hiccup's heart sank when Jack only smiled at him before walking out. It was understandable why, everybody else would be angry if he threw up because of touching.

As soon as the words 'I threw up' passed his lips the nurse was on the phone and calling his father up, saying he was sick and needed to be taken home. He stared at the ground the whole time his father signed him out and walked out to his truck, and it was silence the whole way home, and Hiccup hated very second for having let this happen again.

They pulled into the driveway and sat for a while, he could tell his Dad was trying to figure out what to say, and he couldn't take it so he blurted out,

"You don't have to stay and watch me, you can go back to work, I can take care of myself."

". . . Are you sure son? You didn't look fine at dinner. . . I can stay if you want-"

"I don't want you to! I said I can take care of myself!"

Oh gods now he just wanted somebody to punch him in the gut, he gulped and hated himself for not looking at his dad, but instead opened the car door and brought his backpack with him, only taking a second to say,

"Please just go back, I don't want to bother you any longer."

He only assumed his father replied in some way, because he shut the door before receiving a response and walked up the steps, mentally kicking himself the whole way up to his room as he collapsed onto his bed.

Everything had been perfect three days ago, so of course the gods had to come along and tear everything to pieces, no he couldn't blame them, because he very well knew it was him. He did this.

He didn't get any sleep that night either. And he missed school the rest of the week, since the next morning while standing at the bathroom mirror and worrying about going in and facing questions from his friends again his nose began to bleed spontaneously and he freaked, and Friday he threw up again at the thought of walking out the front door. That Friday night he was yet again sat down by his Dad, third time now, and he began to sweat at realizing that fuck he really screwed up now.

"Something is wrong and you know it Hiccup."

He only stared at the ground and fidgeted with the hem of his two-two-sizes-too-big t-shirt, mind trying to determine what he should do, lie or come out? The silence stretched on and the floor creaked as his father kneeled down in front of him, looking up at him.

"Three days you've missed school. The only other time you missed school so long for any reason was because of your leg. This isn't like you, can you just tell me what it is that's botherin' you?"

Hiccup bit his lip and curled his toes into the carpet, heart pounding as he realized now was the time to tell. He was sure of what he was, and his Dad had to be the first to know.

"Is it because of Jack? I thought it was just a small misunderstanding, nothin' that constitutes you missing out on school for three whole days-"

"No it-it's not, well i-it kind of is, but not really, no it is. It's kind of because of Jack."

He had his Dad's full attention now, and he sucked in a shuddering breath as the words came tumbling out.

"I reacted the way I did to Jack. . . touching me. . . because I'm. . . "

It was just one word. One word. But it was the reaction to the word that had him afraid.

" . . . you're what? Straight, sick, out with it Hiccup I just want to help you-"

"Asexual."

The deafening silence was nerve-racking to the boy, and he was too afraid to look up to see his father's facial reaction.

"I'm. . . I'm asexual. . . it's a sexual preference to no sex. . . I caused all this because of that alright?"

He finally screwed up the nerve to look up, finding his fathers confused expression facing him.

". . . asexual. . . are you sure about that? I mean, personally I'd hope you haven't experienced it yet, but unless you have-"

He sighed and stood up, rubbing his arms as he started to pace the length of the living room.

"Yes, I'm sure I'm asexual, believe me. Growing up I realized I never popped boners like other guys and I worried about it for so long, hell Dad I even watched a porn video when I was thirteen! And almost threw up because of it, and shit five days ago you found me sitting and crying in my room because Jack left from me throwing up when he rubbed his hands all over me! Pretty sure I'm asexual!"

His chest heaved as he stared at his Dad, and he didn't care that he was crying again.

"For. . . years I worried about coming out to you, about how you'd react. What you'd say, whether you'd reject, or even disown me because of all these stories I read about others coming out and how they were beaten, or kicked out because of who they were. . . I'm scared you're going to do the same thing. . . that's why I've been acting the way I have been this whole week. . . "

They continued to stare at each other, Stoicks mouth opening and closing trying to find something to say, and Hiccup was scared that the words 'You're not my son' were going to come out any second and a sob suddenly left him and he pressed a hand to his eyes as he whispered in the most pathetic voice he'd ever used,

"Dad please say something anything please-"

"Oh son. . . "

He pulled his hand away to look at his Dad, a look of unadulterated sorrow on his face as he stepped forward.

"You really thought. . . I'd do something like that?"

He found himself slowly nodding as he rubbed a hand at one of his eyes furiously, the other hand clutching into his sweatpants hard, trying to swallow past the lump in his throat.

"Hiccup. . . "

His father stepped up to him and he hated that he flinched because he was afraid of being hit even though he'd never do such a thing, but froze up when he found himself in a tight bear hug.

"Never think anythin' like that. I'd never let the thought pass through my mind of ever doing anythin' like that to you because of who you are. I love you, including all of . . . this."

He hugged him tighter and without another second of hesitation Hiccup buried his head into his father's chest and started bawling, the constant-tears-snot-everywhere-desperate-clutching -releasing-everything kind of bawling. He couldn't tell how long he let himself go, only feeling his dad petting his head and his fingers numb from how tight he was holding onto the other and the scratchy beard against his cheek and the utter relief he felt knowing that he could finally be himself with no worry that he'd be ridiculed for what he was.

Eventually they pulled away, the boy still sniffing and hiccupping and rubbing at his reddened eyes.

"Feel better?"

Hiccup nodded in reply, wiping his nose, observing the prominent wet spot he left on his dad's shirt.

". . . anythin' else you need to tell me? Anybody treating bad because of this?"

He swallowed and shook his head, speaking with a wobbly voice,

"No, y-you're the only one I've come out to, nobody else knows."

A hand clasped itself on his shoulder and he looked up to caring light blue eyes.

"You tell me immediately if anybody dares to do so, alright?"

He weakly smiled and nodded again, shoulders sagging in relief for the first time in a long time now that this stupid burden was off of them.

"Good. Why don't you go get some shut-eye? You must be very tired."

He nodded one last time as he walked over to the staircase and started to climb up them, stopping when his father called out to him and he turned to face him.

". . . I'm proud of you, no matter what, okay?"

He smiled and responded back,

"Thanks Dad."

They left it at that, Hiccup going back up to his room and collapsing on his bed in relief. That was one problem finally solved. . .

A vibration by his head had him sitting up and looking at his plugged in phone on his nightstand, screen lighting up with the name Jack on it. He usually had his phone ringing, but ever since Tuesday he'd set it to vibrate, afraid to answer anything from Jack. He reached over with shaking fingers and picked it up, unlocking his phone as a notification popped up claiming he had twenty texts, ten missed calls, and five voice messages all from Jack. His heart sank at making Jack worry so much as he read and listened to the messages, words of 'can we talk?' 'please answer' and 'please hic I miss you' and clipped voices of "Please answer so we can talk!" and "Hiccup please just pick up!" until the last voice message,

"Hiccup I know you're there, please I don't want to ruin what we have. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I need you, please. I don't hate you for puking if that's what it is! I don't hate you at all! Please. . . if you need to tell me something you can do it, you can trust me. . . I just miss you, okay? I want to hear your voice and kiss your freckles and have things be like they were before. . . Hiccup. . . "

He trailed off like he was going to say something else, but it ended there.

He stared at his phone for a while, trying to decide what to do. After his breakdown he definitely couldn't see anybody else today, but would he be ready to face Jack the next day?

He bit his lip in thought before he went to his text thread with Jack and tapped out,

Meet me tomorrow night at the pond, then we can talk.

He immediately shut his phone off once he was sure the message sent, and began to think over what to say to Jack tomorrow.