Sorry, Xena the dog, is a girl.
I added a fifth child to the Brave family, she has black hair and looks a lot like Elinor, her name is Audrey, please don't hate.
Xena is from Xena the Warrior Princess. Because I love Xena.
There is a thing where the DunBrochs, the Haddocks, The Hoffersons, and the Jorgensons get together and have like cook-outs at each other's houses, and they bring various people like Fishlegs, the Twins, and I'm still deciding if I give some of them kids, which I probably will.
Soon Jack will be off to doing great things with his leg and a half, where he'll meet other characters, and such.
Hopefully this will turn out good.
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Light peeked through the curtains, and the smell of waffles, sausages, and a great morning filled the room. Smiling Jack sat up and stretched, which also awoke the cat. "Sorry, buddy." Jack rubbed the cat's head, and he stood, and grabbed the dresser, and took the leg and sock and sat back on the bed, and carefully rolled the sock up and fastened the leg. Slowly Jack walked down the hall, then the stairs, and into the kitchen, "Hey."
"G'mornin', sleep well?" Hiccup asked as he pushed the sausages around the pan, to even out the heat.
"Mhmm.. So, what was with all the people yesterday?" Jack walked to the boy, and quickly he stole a waffle before standing far enough away to eat it.
"Well, every Friday, my family decided that we do a big cook out, I'm sorry, I forgot to mention it, and on Sundays, my mom makes brunch, just to have a reason to see the kids. Plus they have a cat, who mated with mine, and now there's a litter of kittens for them all to play with. But Saturdays are a time for us all to settle down, and await my mom's cooking. Plus dad has a pit bull, who is very friendly. Sorry, I tend to go on a tangent sometimes. It was really just a family tradition, that has extended to now." Hiccup said as he moved the waffles, eggs, sausages and pitchers of orange juice and milk to the table.
Jack smiled and sat down at the table, his stomach rumbling wildly. "I think it's a sweet tradition, could I come to brunch tomorrow?" Jack pulled five waffles, some eggs, and two sausages onto his plate.
"Sure," Hiccup smiled at the man, and also placed food on him plate, and happily dug in. "How about today, we spend some time in my weight room, downstairs?" He asked in between bites of waffle.
Swallowing Jack nodded, and drank some juice. "Sounds good, mmm, did you get my stuff yesterday?"
"Mhmm, it's in your room." Hiccup said as he finished his waffles and eggs, before getting up and placing the now cleared dishes into the sink, before he rolled his sleeves up and began washing, rinsing and drying the dishes.
After finishing his plate, Jack stood and lightly limped to the sink, before he placed the dishes on the counter next to Hiccup, and he nudged the boy aside, and helped him rinse and dry the dishes.
They washed, rinsed, and dried the last dish of the morning, and Hiccup mumbled a thanks, as Jack followed him out of the kitchen and to the living room, where the two went to the side of the staircase, and Hiccup opened a door, leading to a brightly lit room, filled with workout equipment, and various other things, like a pool table, and Foosball table too.
"Wow, you make this room after college?" Jack joked, as he saw old band posters littering the walls.
"Yeah, for the most part. It's kind of like a safe haven for me." He smiled and went to a rather large stereo system on the other side of the room, and pushed play, and a soft comforting band played, the song was one Jack didn't know, but it was soothing.
"So, what are we gonna do today, doc?" Jack asked as he sat on a weight bench.
"Lift some weights, do you know how much you lift?" Hiccup went to a rack filled with dumbbells, and pulled off a few sets, a 15 pound, a 25 pound, a 35 pound, and a 45 pound.
"Uh, no, not really," He sat on towards the edge of the bench, lightly playing with the hem of his shirt.
"Okay then, start at 15 pounds, and work your way to 45, today is muscle day." Hiccup smiled and sat on the other work bench, he had two sets of dumbbells himself, starting at 55 pounds. He and Jack sat for hours, And before they knew it it was four in the afternoon. "Well, I would say today was pretty successful."He smiled as they walked up the stairs.
"It was pretty good, though we skipped lunch."Jack frowned lightly.
"I'm going to shower, then, how's about you help me make dinner?" Hiccup walked to the kitchen, and grabbed a glass of water before his shower.
"Sounds great." Jack smiled, and, he too went to gather his clothes to shower after Hiccup. Carefully, Jack climbed the stairs, and went to his designated room, he pulled his bag, and suitcases onto the bed, and began to sift through them, pulling out his Ipod, a gift from his C.O., he plugged in the headphones, and put it on Pandora radio, and let it shuffle, not caring what song was to hit his ears, as long as it kept him busy, he really didn't care. He first pulled an olive green suit from one of the suit cases, and went to the closet, gently he pulled the door to the side and carefully placed the suit on the rack. Noticing the other hangers on the rack he grabbed a handful, and set to work hanging a few of his service clothes, and then, he closed the section, and went to place his undergarments, and other clothes in the drawers of the mahogany dresser nest to the closet compartment. He foldws the green bag, and placed in an empty suitcase, the other suitcase held other things like pictures, some things he found in the sands of the middle east, and then a few things that were given to him during his time in the war, a small bear plush given to him on his first day, a homemade candle he got from an elder of the first town he was in, it smelled like a cool breeze on a warm summer night, and just a hint of the herbs the elder used on her ailments and such. And from every town he visited, he had at least one thing, to show for the good he did there, even if it was a letter, or sometimes, the small kids would brings him nugget like rocks from the caves they played in nearby, a few gold ones, a couple Jade ones, a medium hunk of topaz, but his favorite was a big egg looking shaped rock, which had it split into two stones, a vibrant red, and a cooling blue color, this one was from Iraq, a small girl, no more than three, had given it to him, after walking all the way to his tent just outside of the town, and quietly shuffling along the sand, only to mutter a small phrase in Arabic, and heave the object onto Jack's lap, before motioning for him to lean down, where she gently pecked his dusty cheek with a small kiss. He remembered smiling so widely, and handing her a bag, which was meant for him, it was full of water bottles, and ration like packages of food, she smiled and hugged his leg tightly, before running off as fast as her little legs would allow as she drug the pack in the dusty road. He had saved the girl many times in raids, and kept her and many of the villagers safe, shooting the rebels he could see from the small windows of the places that could keep them safe. Jack wiped his hand under his eye to catch the tear that fell, and a soft knock pulled his attention to the other man.
"All yours, Jack." Hiccup smiled and walked off to, where Jack guessed was the kitchen, and he went to the bath room, and quickly repeated the actions of yesterday, but, at the end he stopped, sighed heavily, before he quietly began to cry, he knew it was safe where he had been, but he felt ashamed for leaving like did. After a few minutes, he ran the tub's faucet, and splashed his face to rid it of tears and redness. He pulled himself on the tub's edge, pulling the drain plug as well, and sat as he dried his leg, before rolling the sock up and fastening the buckled of his fake leg on, and he stood to clothe himself. After pulling on his boxers and bottoms, he looked up, and saw his reflection; light bags under his eyes, the scruff of a beard on the lower half of his face, and an odd brown discoloration to the sides of his hair, frowning, he rummaged in the small wall cabinet by the shower, and saw a razor and a can of shaving cream, carefully he applied the cream, and slowly he shaved his jawline, and he rid his face of the awful scruff, and sighing, he cleaned the mess he made, disposing of the facial hair in the small bin in the room, and he went downstairs to the kitchen, where Hiccup sat with a smile, and his phone pressed to his ear, "Mom, no." he chuckled, "So did dad like the cake?" he held a hand over the bottom of the phone before talking to Jack, "I like you better with no beard, it made you look homeless." He moved his hand and replied to his mom, "I'll make a few tarts for the brunch tomorrow, oh and I'll be bring along Jack and his dog, too is that okay?" He smiled at her giggles before she replied saying the more the merrier. "Mmmkay, mom, see you tomorrow, love you." he removed the device and hung up.
"You and your mom talk a lot?" Jack said as he sipped a glass of water.
"Oh, yeah, she's like my best friend, besides Toothless." He smiled and checked the time, seeing it was six o'clock, he stood, and went to the cubbord, and pulled out the ingredients to make spaghetti. "Since you're taller, can you get those two pots?" Hiccup motioned to a small sauce pan, and a bigger pot for the noodles.
Gracefully, Jack pulled the two down, and set them on the counter top before he was abruptly thrusted a box of noodles, to which he raised a brow to the smaller man, who smirked, and worked on mashing up tomato slices, adding in different spices every now and again. Jack was tasked with placing the noodles on the stove, yet he was curious as to what the smaller male was doing.
"The sauce is a family secret, passed down on my mother's side, but, I was really into cooking when I Was younger, plus I needed to know the tricks for college. Here, try," Carefully Hiccup brought the spoon up to Jack's face, who willingly tasted the spoonful, and much to his surprise, it tasted as if it was straight from an Italian chef. He made an approving noise, and Hiccup took a spoonful of the red substance himself, and smiled in delight.
Remembering the noodles, Jack moved to them, and stirred, a fog of steam puffing up into his face. He placed a lid on them, and watched as Hiccup, moved to the fridge, pulling open the freezer, he pulled out a small a small package of meat, he pulled a bowl, and opened the package placing the meat in the bowl, he started to squish it around, making it loose, still frozen, but a little looser than before. Going to the sink, he turned the hot water on and plugged it, letting it fill half way before he placed the bowl in the hot water, not letting it tough the meet, but warming it through the bowl instead, he kept squishing the meat around, and after it was warm enough, but not cooked, exactly, he grabbed the sauce pan, and spooned in some of the red liquid. "My mom does the same thing, but she rarely makes spaghetti anymore. Can you move the noodles onto the back burner?" Hiccup smiled as he mixed the sauce in with the meat.
Jack nodded, and carefully, with pot holders, he moved the pot back a good ten inches to the back burner. Patiently, he watched as Hiccup packed the meat into balls, and carefully he placed them onto a cutting board, before he carefully placed them in with the noodles, a few pieces of stray meat chunks that were left in the bowl were placed into the sauce, and carefully mixed into the beautiful blend of spice, and tomato.
"I've never seen the meatballs be placed in with the noodles before." Jack crossed his arms over his chest, and smiled at his interesting host.
"Then you've never had spaghetti like this before." He smiled and continued stirring the sauce, before he moved it to a back burner, and moved the other pot back to the front, and he pulled the top off to release a massive puff of steam. "Is, something on your mind? You seem a little... out of it? If I can say that."
"Eh, it's just..." Should I put this on him? "Well, I just feel bad, I guess." Jack shifted on his feet. Foot.
"Yeah? Well, is about your time over seas?" Hiccup moved the pans, knowing full well that the dish was ready to be served. "Sit," He motioned to the table, with the two plates already set out.
Jack sat, Hiccup took the tongs, and scooped out a good amount of noodles on a plate, and he scooped up Jack's before he could do it himself, and he pulled the same amount, almost, onto the other plate, and sat it in front of him, and carefully he set down four meatballs, and expertly almost, he drizzled sauce over the dish, and it was absolutely amazing, it was like art, he felt ashamed to eat it. "This looks like it belongs in a museum, I'm sad to eat it." he smiled at the boy, before he gently stuck his fork in the piled of noodles, and swirled it around the metal utensil, and quickly eating it, and savoring in the masterpiece, a low moan roused Hiccup's attention, and he watched as the other man practically melted in his seat, he smiled before he too dug in and he too melted in his seat.
"So," Hiccup began, "What happened over-"
Jack stopped him, "Sorry, I just don't want to talk about it right now. Maybe later."
"Mkay, so change of conversation," Hiccup took another bite, "what are you going to do about your hair, salt'n'pepper?" Hiccup smirked, and looked at the weary looking man in front of him.
"I want to dye it again. But I have to look for the color. It's been a while." He smirked and took in another bite.
"I can have a friend I know look around too, white is a hard color to get." Hiccup smiled and pulled another bite into his mouth.
"Cool, it was easy to get it back then... But it would help,"Jack sighed as he finished the last of the spaghetti on his plate. "That was possibly the best food I have ever had." He yawned lightly, arching himself in a cat-like stretch.
"I learned from the best, my mom," He too finished his plate, and stood, taking Jack's he set it in the sink. He pulled a Tupperware bowl set from the cabinet, and placed the remainder of dinner into the separate bins, and placed it in the fridge.
Standing, Jack moved across the kitchen, and stood next to the shorter man, and helped him scrub, rinse, dry, and put away the dishes from their dinner.
"Thanks," Hiccup moved into the living room, and sat on the recliner, and Toothless took it as an opportunity to sit on the boy's lap.
Jack, fumbling with a cane, moved to the stairs, "I'm gonna head to bed, okay?" Jack, climbed the stairs, and his white shadow of a dog, followed him closely.
"I'll wake you tomorrow, okay?" Hiccup looked up from staring blankly at the black television screen, and watched the other male. He looks good in blue... Whoa, where did that come from.