The two sets of eyes held each other's gaze for but a few seconds, and then the blue orbs looked away, observing every inch of the work place. Hiccup sighed deeply into his hand, resting on his chin, and tapped a pencil loudly against his desk, attracting a few annoyed glares. The Guardians were right in front of him, and they were exactly how they looked on his bedroom poster.

"So, which one's which?" Cooed Astrid from beside him, looking down at her friend with glee, "Come on, Mr Guardian Expert!"
At the shove on his shoulder, Hiccup began to discretely point at each of the members, "Well, that large guy in red is Santa, the guitarist, and the girl with the purple contacts and crazy hair is Tooth, the bassist. The kinda mean looking man to her right is Bunnymund; he's the drummer of the band."

Astrid leant on the desk and nodded her head at the last member, "So the one you were having the staring contest with is Jack Frost then?"
"I was not staring."
She chuckled quietly, "You so were, I'm guessing he's the vocalist then?"
"Yep, and pretty much the heart throb of the band," He leant forward, so that his head rested in between his elbows and his arms overhung the desk's edge, "He's so pretty!"

"Strange names though," she pointed out.
"Well they're only stage names, I don't actually know their real names to be honest."
"Wow, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock doesn't know something about The Guardians!"
At that remark a silence fell over the two friends, that lasted for a few seconds until Astrid spoke up yet again.

"Well, are you actually gonna go and talk to them then? You are the manager of this whole thing, aren't you?"
Hiccup stuttered and mumbled incredulously, making many hand movements, "I can't just- Pitch can do- How do I even-"
Astrid placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, "It'll be fine! Just be yourself and if they don't like that, then maybe they're not worth liking at all."
It was a rather flippant remark, seeing as how Hiccup really wanted all of the band members to like him.

"Come on" Astrid half-shouted as she tipped the timid boy out of the chair and began to push him down the aisle towards the band members, who were now crowded around Pitch, who, as usual, was speaking with a sly expression on his face. Hiccup couldn't help but notice that it turned into a glare as soon as he spotted him coming towards the band, probably due to the fact that Pitch is aware to the fact that Hiccup harbours an infatuation for Jack.
"Astrid, I really don't think Pitch wants me there right now!"

But the girl did not listen, and gave one last mighty shove, forcing her friend onto the stage, where he immediately caught his foot on the other and fell flat on his face with a mighty bump. All eyes were on the unmoving body on the stage floor, some wondering if it has stopped breathing all together.
"Smooth!" Shouted the twins from the rafters, turning the spotlights on and pointing them at their superior.

Then, the lifeless body lifted one limp hand, and gave a thumbs up to anyone who cared, signalling that he was okay. Entirely embarrassed and scarred for life, but otherwise, he was physically okay. As he began to lower his hand, another gently grabbed it and gave a tug, telling him they were going to help.
"Wow, someone's actually gonna help me," he thought to himself.

Looking up, he was met with bright purple eyes, just inches from his own, and a steady breath beating his face. It was Tooth.
"Ah, are you okay?" She squeaked to him with concern.
Hiccup cleared his throat and tried to assume an authoritative figure, but stopped when he was met with more chuckles from his co workers.
"Anyway, after that unfortunate scenario, I'm Hiccup Haddock, and I'll be your manager for the duration of you performances," the man declared as he extended his hand forward, hoping to redeem some of his dignity.

He then felt a cool grip wrap around his extended hand, and looked deep into the other man's face. He had a smirk on his face that was shrouded in mischief, and yet still looked sweet and sincere. Vague freckles gathered near the clear blue pools that popped thanks to crisp white hair, and then, a deep, smooth voice replied.
"Hey, Jack Frost. So do you always make such a grand entrance?"

Hiccup could feel himself turn faintly red, both due to embarrassment and meeting his celebrity crush, but he decided to simply do what Astrid said: be himself.
"Well, can't have the stars steeling all the spotlight, can we?" he said with raised eyebrows, earning him a smirk in return.
Hiccup could only hope that Jack couldn't feel his pulse through his hand, or else there could be difficulties.

"Ah yes, was very grand!" Came a booming Russian voice, the owner of which soon scooped Hiccup into a tight hug, "But we will still have spot light, yes?"
"Um, can't- can you," the poor man struggled and squirmed in the bear hug, looking out on the smirks of the other Guardians and Astrid.
"Alright North, let the poor yapper down," said bunny, accent clear and thick.

"North?" Hiccup questioned as he was let back down onto the floor, which he had to resist the urge to kiss dramatically.
"Ah yes, is my real name! This is Ania, Aster, and well, Jack!" the jolly man boomed.
Absorbing the new information, Hiccup was about to reply, but Astrid intervened, "Well, yes, that's all well and good, but why don't we actually begin now?"

Jack watched as the rest of his group was lead back stage by the as of yet un-named girl. He watched the way that she pointed directions to them, and told Aster every detail, he had a feeling the two of them would get along well, even if they would clash a couple of times.

As he walked, he began to watch the other workers, noticing that they were staring at something in a rather peculiar fashion, something behind him in fact. Whirling about, he saw the stage manager, nursing what looked like a bruised ego, not that he looked like he actually had much of one to begin with. He walked stroking the side of his face, evidently hurting from the fall, causing the freckles to crease as he did so, though he stopped once he noticed that Jack was looking directly at him.

Once they were level, Jack began to walk again at pace with the man.
He cleared his throat awkwardly, unsure what he could actually say, "So, uh, your girlfriends got a real fire to her then? She and Aster'll get on great."
Hiccup looked up in a confused fashion, clearly not knowing what he was talking about, "Who, Astrid? Oh no, she's not my girlfriend."

Oh, so Astrid was her name then Jack wondered as he swung his arms idly, thanking Hiccup as he held the stage curtain up for him to pass under , it fit somehow, "Why's that? Did she reject you?"
He playfully punched the other man's arm, but didn't get much of a reaction. Odd, he seemed much happier earlier.
Then the boy gave a small chuckle, making Jack feel better, "No, it's more like she's not my type."

"She's not a brunette?"
"Obviously," he replied, comment dripping with sarcasm, "No, she's not... my type."
"Hmm, good explanation, anyway, why so down," he threw an arm over the other's shoulder, at which point he failed to notice the light blush coming over Hiccup's cheeks, "You were much merrier earlier!"

Hiccup laughed sarcastically as the group came to a stop backstage, " Well, I made a real good impression didn't I? Really manager like."
Jack just patted the boy on the shoulder as he rolled his eyes, "Ahh, don't worry about that, as long as you don't screw everything up then its fine!"
"Thank you for summing that up."
"Any time!"

The two boys exchange small smirks as they turned to watch the group in front of them, Astrid giving out orders to each person.
"So then, Mr Manager, what's she doing?"
Hiccup eyed the girl and then turned to Jack, smirking again, "Interested are you? Well, she's my assistant, and she-"

"I do all his work for him," Interrupted the girl in question, showing a knowing smile, "So, Jack, you and Hiccup are gonna-"
As she was about to finish, Hiccup interrupted, flailing his arms about wildly, shouting incoherently, but Astrid simply pushed him aside with one hand, giving him a mysterious smile that made him scowl.
"Anyway, you two, as heads of this here performance, are gonna talk business, so go on, get going!"

She shooed the two away and went back to talking to the others.
"So, er, business then?"
Hiccup looked like he was in pain as he rubbed his face, "Yep, and that means we need to talk to Pitch. I am so not good at talking to him."
"At talking to who Mr Hiccup?" Came the voice of Pitch, a clear snicker in his throat as he talked, "So, Astrid tells me that you want to talk business then?"
When neither of the two responded, instead making faces at each other, he released a sound of exasperation.
"My office, now."

Three mouths sighed loudly as the men sat there, Jack and Hiccup waiting for Pitch to speak first, yet he was only on the phone to someone, pinching the bridge of his nose and glaring at Jack repeatedly.
"I get the feeling I'm in deep shit," Jack whispered to Hiccup, his voice tickling the other's ear.
"No shit," he replied, earning him a slight shoulder bump in return.

The friendly atmosphere was then interrupted as soon as Pitch slammed down the phone in a huff, and Hiccup had to admit he was glad it caught Jack's attention, otherwise he might notice the boy's blushing face.
"You got kicked out of the hotel? What did you do this time?"

Just as Jack was about to reply with a shrug and tell the long tale, a laugh came from beside him.
"Wait, this has happened before?" Green eyes glistened with amusement, but were instantly silenced by the soldering amber ones that met them with a fierce intensity.
Pitch pulled out the phone again, and started dialling another number, "Actually, I don't even want to know. Now be quiet while I try to find another hotel."

The two younger men looked at each other as the other man began to speak with someone, and as usual, Jack was the first to speak.
"So, your Dad's the head of the company, what's that like? You must live in some really fancy place then?"
Hiccup shrugged and looked at the man, "Ehh, it's not bad I get a good wage but I don't really live anywhere too fancy, just an apartment."

Jack leant back in his chair, "That must be nice, we only ever stay in hotels, " he put his arms behind his head, "And as you see, that doesn't always work out too well."
They both chuckled and sat in a comfortable silence for a while, the only sounds in the room being Pitch's voice and the other person on the phone.

"So, are you going to sing any new, unknown songs at the concert?"
Jack leant forward again, "What's this, the manager of the concert doesn't know the play list? Not very organised!"
Freckles scrunched as a frown grew on Hiccup's face, "Well, the manager doesn't really do anything, he just... manages."

"Well, I never would have guessed tha- wait, so do you listen to our music?"
A hopeful smile grew on Jack's face, and only increased in size when the other nodded, "Yes! Aster owes me ten bucks!"
"Um, why's that?" An eyebrow raised in confusion, surely many people listened to The Guardians.
"Well, he bet that my fan's were only female, and that was only because of the fact that they all had crushes on me."
"Wow, way to be big headed, " Hiccup retorted sarcastically.

"Although he does have a crush on you," Mumbled Pitch, which caused Hiccup's head to whip to him faster than he thought was possible.
Luckily it seemed that Jack had not heard properly, "Huh, what'd you say Pitchy old boy?"
The older man glared heavily, "I said, will you hush or get out of the room."

He put his feet upon the desk and let the chair lean back on two legs as a piece of paper was printed out of his fax machine, which looked badly beaten, as if he had punched it in a fit of rage, which was very likely.
Watching the paper slowly emerge, he pulled it from the machine as it neared its end, causing a loud whirring noise, "Anyway, I've found you a new hotel, but there's a problem."

He looked directly at Hiccup and smiled darkly, causing a shiver to run down the man's spine, "It'll only bed Aster, Ania and North. You, Jack, will have to stay with Hiccup for the duration of the performances."

Before poor Hiccup could even object, Jack had already agreed and was walking out of the room, talking to a dazed Hiccup about how he can't wait to see the apartment of a manager. But all the while, Hiccup could only think one thing.
"Jack Frost is going to be living with me."

Crappy crap is crappily crap. But yeah, I just imagined that anyone who has just met wouldn't exactly best buddies, but the two would still blend well together.. so yeah...

Please don't kill me!