(So I may or may not have been forgetting to upload on here... I'm so so so sorry.)

The next few days went about the same.

It wasn't until Thursday did something change. One of Hiccup's friends- Fishlegs, decided to join the two for lunch. Jack fell quiet while the two spoke, and Hiccup saw that the boy felt uncomfortable.

"Oh, Jack, this is Fishlegs… He's actually a real book nerd." He smirked over at Jack as he wiped his nose. Jack rolled his eyes, looking over to the slightly larger boy curiously.

"What kind of books do you read?" He asked curiously, his fingers stopping from the drawing he was previously doing to look up at the boy curiously who smiled and even moved closer to Jack; it was obvious he was passionate about books and was glad to finally talk to someone about it.

"I really like mythology and fantasy." He smiled. "What do you read?" He asked, his eyes trailing to the books in his bag which was open so he could reach his art supplies. Jack smiled happily and pulled out one of his favourite books.

"It's actually a mythology book." He mused. "It's about the spirits like Santa and all that, but it's more… lets say realistic." He shrugged. It was an older book, and slightly ratty. He had gotten it from his adoptive father for his birthday once, and had read it a million times. Fishlegs looked at it in awe, and almost as if he were afraid to touch it.

Jack chuckled and handed him the book. "You can read it, i've only read it like a billion times." He chuckled, looking over at Hiccup who had a soft smile at the two getting along so well. "Just be careful with it alright?" He asked, raising an eyebrow to the boy who looked like he had just been given precious diamonds. He nodded enthusiastically before carefully putting it in his bag and sitting next to Jack opposite to Hiccup and happily eating his lunch.

Jack gave an amused smile up at Hiccup who returned it and started to eat his lunch. He continued to glance at Hiccup from time to time, and caught Hiccup doing the same. Fishlegs was too engrossed in his food, and then finally his book.

A few minutes after the boy had started the book Jack had given him, a girl came over. Hiccup raised an eyebrow at her as she sat down.

"I'm not any more happier about this than you are." She mumbled as she threw her tray down with a frustrated sigh. "But all i'm hearing is shit about you two, and that is the last thing I wanted to hear." Hiccup nodded and shrugged, looking up at Jack who became nervous once more. He wasn't good around people- in fact the exact opposite.

He grew nervous, and sometimes had attacks when it got too bad. He hadn't in a while, but it was still something to worry about.

"Astrid, Hiccup. Hiccup, Astrid." Hiccup introduced, keeping his eyes on Jack as if he sensed something was wrong. Jack nodded, and even managed a small smile. Astrid smiled back, and went back to her food. Jack closed his eyes slowly, breathing through his nose. It seemed so silly, but in reality, Jack had talked to no one for the longest time, and now suddenly he had three people surrounding him, and it kind of scared him.

Hiccup continued to stare worriedly until the boy's blue eyes opened once more, instantly making contact with green ones. Jack just shook his head, and moved to the book that Fishlegs was reading. Smiling slightly as his eyes caught sight of the Jack Frost.

"North believes that's where I got my name from." He chuckled. Fishlegs looked up in awe, almost as if he believed it.

"Your father likes Jack Frost?" He asked. Jack stiffened slightly- something that Hiccup didn't miss; even when he instantly bounced back.

"No, i'm not sure where I got my name from. I was adopted." He shrugging, turning back to his food in an obvious way that he wanted to drop the subject. Fishlegs instantly caught this and went back to reading about the mythical creatures. Hiccup stared at Jack, but he looked everywhere but at the boy. Instead he began to draw again; he drew Hiccup, but as a viking.

He got the idea from the tattoo on his right shoulder; a tattoo so small it was hard to see. It was of a small viking helmet. He drew him a little kiddish, but it was for him to see only, so he figured that it didn't matter. Closing his book as the bell rang, he put the book and pen in it's rightful place in his bag before picking it up and leaving without another word. He was used to no farewells anyway.

Walking to his next class, he couldn't help but smile softly.

He had friends. Though they weren't close, he still could talk to them and not feel so… lonely. He smiled again at the thought. And maybe, just maybe… He could trust Hiccup a little more. Sure, he already did more then when the boy began talking to him again, but he meant as more than a friend.

He continued smiling through the class as he thought, and as he walked out of the school that afternoon, he decided to text Hiccup and invite him over. Walking home, he decided to ask his father first, as that deemed the appropriate thing to do.

"Hey dad? Do you think I could invite a friend over?" He asked, intriguing the man greatly with an eyebrow. Instead of questioning it though, he simply nodded, returning to his laptop. Jack smiled largely before quickly running to his room and falling on his bed, pulling out his phone.

'Hey Hiccup, just wondering if you wanted to come over at all? It's okay if you're busy.'

Waiting a few minutes, he took out his camera, going over to his window. He lived right next to a large park, and it seemed every week they had some sort of new attraction. This week it was a fair, bright and colourful; perfect for a picture.

He opened the window, and looked through the eyepiece, focusing on the rides so the people were slightly blurry. Quickly snapping the picture, he looked at it before picking up his phone. Finding Hiccup could come over, he smiled.

He walked to his laptop and plugged it in, printing the picture off and sticking it to his wall. He had practically a wallpaper of pictures that he had taken, in fact he hardly remembered what colour his room was before he started… Blue wasn't it?

Blue eyes scanned the photos with a small smile. He loved photography; and he probably always would. But he hoped to grow better and better- and looking at his older pictures, he had. Putting his camera back down, he ran his fingers through his hair as he walked down and decided to wait in the lounge room.

"Is this friend a boy or a girl?" North asked as he sat down. Jack hadn't even seen him come in here. Jack raised an eyebrow, already knowing what he was going to say.

"Boy." He said simply, earning a sigh from the man. It was hard to say what the sigh was, maybe concerned.

"Jack, I can trust you enough to be alone with this boy, I know… But please be careful. You're going to be alone in your room." Jack chuckled and rolled his eyes at the overprotective man. They had disregarded what happened a few days ago, which Jack was thankful for.

"North, i'll be fine. But Hiccup… He's a little… Um." He frowned, not sure how to put it in words. "Just please dont do anything rash. His looks give off that he is a bad-boy, but he really isnt." He said. North raised a brow.

"Jack, how close are you two?" He asked. Just as Jack opened his mouth to speak though, the doorbell sounded, telling them of Hiccup's arrival. Closing his mouth, he got up and ran to the door, letting in the boy. Thank god he was no longer wearing the studded jacket- North would've thrown him out. Instead he was wearing a tank top with black jeans. He smiled at Jack, a warm smile on his face.

North's loud footsteps were heard before he was seen, and Jack flashed a look of fear to Hiccup, who simply shrugged and straightened his posture. Seeing the man, he gave a smile, but North was too busy judging him already to even smile back. Jack cleared his throat, giving North a glare of warning.

"North, this is Hiccup. Hiccup, this is North, my father." He introduced. Hiccup held out a hand with the same smile.

"Pleasure to meet you." He said. North shook his head, and a smile quirked at the corner of his mouth.

"Strong grip." Jack heard him mutter, making him roll his eyes. "How old are you, son?" He asked curiously, eyes running over the various tattoos and piercings.

"I'm 17 going on 18 next year." He shrugged. The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and Jack took a minute to wonder why- he was the same age.

"How did you get those piercings and tattoos then?" He asked, looking up at the boy who looked unfazed.

"My father doesn't mind that I get them, because I get good marks for school. Confidence in how I look helps me a lot with school work so I don't have to worry about things like that during class." When he said this, Jack looked at him curiously, but Hiccup didn't break the eye contact with his father. And his father- he actually smile slightly. The man had tattoos himself, but they were covered by the long sleeved shirt he wore.

"Good marks? What's your average?" He asked. He almost seemed excited, to someone who knew him as well as Jack did. Hiccup shrugged.

"I mostly get B+ sometimes As." He admitted. Jack's face was pure shock; he didn't want to stereotype, but Hiccup didn't look like he would get marks like those, let alone act as though he did. then again, that would probably ruin his whole reputation. Sighing slightly, Jack looked over at North.

"Are you done interrogating him?" He asked, earning a smirk from the man who raised a hand in reassurance.

"Yeah yeah, have fun." He laughed, turning back to the lounge room. His spirits seemed to heightened at the talk with Hiccup. Taking said boy's hand, he pulled him up the stairs and into his room before shutting the door behind them and groaning.

"He is so overprotective." He groaned, his forehead pressing against the door as he shut his eyes in frustration. "But you passed, so you're good." He said, finally taking his head from the door and looking over at the boy. "You really get that high of marks? You hardly look like you pay attention in class." He stated, eyes innocent as the boy chuckled, shrugging.

"When I was younger I was a nerd." He admitted with a shy smile. "And I take classes online sometimes. Just because I dont look like im paying attention, doesn't mean i'm actually not." Jack nodded, walking over to his bed and sitting on it. Hiccup came over and leaned against the bottom board, looking at Jack curiously. "Why did you suddenly invite me over?" He asked curiously, scratching the light stubble that hid there. Jack didn't have any facial hair, which he was slightly thankful for, he would never suit it.

"I dont know," He shrugged. "I figured I could start to put in more effort." He came up with. "Plus I wanted to see you." He said more quietly. Hiccup smirked, coming closer to the boy.

"Sorry, what was that? I didn't hear you." He said in a teasing tone, sitting next to the boy who blushed slightly, rolling his eyes as he pretended the blush wasn't there.

"You heard me." He muttered, eyes falling to the floor. Hiccup chuckled, rolling his own eyes as he stood, going to the wall as his eyes scanned over his pictures curiously.

"You're actually really talented." He spoke as though he were a judge. "I can see your improvement." He smiled as he turned to Jack. "I thought you said it was a hobby?" He asked sarcastically. Jack shrugged, standing and grabbing his camera and twisting it in his hands innocently.

"It is… Well, for me it is. Just a way to forget everything. I focus on what i'm taking, what to focus on. Plus my father takes me to beautiful areas." He said, turning on the camera, taking a quick photo of Hiccup and smiling softly. He looked like one of those teenage punk models, he even had the familiar hint of a smirk.

"I notice you don't call North 'dad' much." Hiccup asked softly, coming closer. Jack looked up when he was a few inches away, Hiccup's hands resting on Jack's forearms which was holding the camera. His grip tightened slightly as he frowned.

"He's my father, but my dad is long gone." He spoke softly, frowning at the ground. Hiccup tightened his hold, making the boy look back up at him.

"Jack… Tell me about your sister…" He asked softly. Jack's eyes widened as his mouth opened, and after a fall seconds, he fell to the ground. His breathing picked up, and he began to shake.

No one was meant to know.

No one was meant to ask.

Hiccup's own eyes widened as he fell next to the boy who was now rocking back and forth, fingers running through his hair as he pulled at it. Hiccup knew not to panic, and instead he took the boy into his arms, rocking with him and muttering calming things in his ear; he too used to have panic attacks when he was younger, and knew leaving him to get North would only make it worse.

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