Hiccup was a really cool guy, all things considered.

When they'd first met, it took Jack a while to catch on to the fact that he was not being ignored, like he thought when the kid wouldn't answer him, but rather that Hiccup didn't want to be seen as a freak or a poor unlucky guy because he couldn't speak.

It was kinda weird, yes, when Jack kept on trying to get his attention, because the library was empty and the brunet had been there the whole day and Jack felt it would be nice to offer him company or something, and then when he was blatantly ignored he kept on talking and talking, trying to get an answer from the teen, until after a while he closed his book and turned to look at him, green eyes conflicted as he shoved a piece of paper in Jack's chest—that he never realized he'd written at some point—before getting up and leaving to the shelves to change his book for another.

'I can't speak'

The note was short and direct, with a small and cramped calligraphy that made him think of a drunk spider that had fallen into an ink well, and then made its way across the paper. It was interesting.

He went to search for the brunet in the shelves, finding him flipping through a fantasy book distractedly, but for the way he tried to bury his entire face in the pages it was obvious he'd noticed Jack's arrival. The taller teen had the decency to at least clear his throat, faking not having noticed the way he'd been trying to hide fruitlessly.

"Hey" He said, softer than his usual peppy tone. "Sorry if I bothered you, just wanted to make you company for a while"

The brunet fiddled with the page of his book for a moment, before closing it and shaking his head, turning to him with a small smile. It didn't bother him.

Jack grinned and offered his hand to stretch. "I'm Jack"

Hiccup stretched the hand, laughing soundlessly, a breathy sound like low gust of wind. He wrote the letters of his name in the air, then his nickname, just because it was shorter and easier to remember.

"Hey, Hiccup. That's nice"

The evening went that way, Jack asking something, Hiccup either writing it down or making him guess what the hand signing meant. He would laugh that breathy laugh of his whenever Jack got it so wrong he'd go red to the tip of his abnormally big ears. They were at it until the employee in charge of closing ushered them out, throwing them to their luck in the empty and dark streets of the peaceful town.

Feeling kind of like a creepo, being that they'd just met that day and all, Jack asked Hiccup if he'd like to have him walk him home, to his surprise, the brunet thought for a minute and nodded, starting to walk ahead and smiling when Jack hurried to catch on with him.

They went to the same school, which wasn't weird considering there were only three of them in town, which was surprising is that Hiccup, short and with the babyish face, was a year older than Jack, and even more surprising is that half of his classes were of higher grades. But that meant that he had more free periods that most, which meant he could easily sneak into Jack's study halls and do what every student did: mess around.

For some reason he didn't understand, it turned out everyone new about the Haddock kid, especially with him being the son of the Headmaster and the Biology Teacher, but Jack never once heard about him, like people were trying really hard to not notice his presence all year round. But he found he liked that a bit for the mere fact no one would look at them weird when they sat together at lunch and Jack tried to sign words, sometimes getting Hiccup to laugh, frown and even redden at his mistakes. Who knows what he'd just said…

When Summer came and they were set free into the streets for two whole months, they'd go out almost every day, sometimes tagging Hiccup's massive dog along, the black Belgium Shepherd taking every chance to jump the albino and take him down to lick insistently at his face.

It was the first day of class after Summer was over when Jack pulled Hiccup aside and into the backyard, shifting nervously before moving his hands fast in front of him. Hiccup blinked and moved his own hand in a circling motion, asking him to do it again.

Jack complied, slower this time, and when he finished there was a small gasp from the brunet's mouth, his lips moving as if trying to form muted words.

Would you go out with me?

Jack wasn't looking at him, his blue eyes darted to the side, the usual flush of his ears spreading all over his face and down his neck, disappearing under the neck of his hoodie. "I-I don't know if I got that right, I probably look like an idiot right now" He tried to laugh, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "I should better go-"

He felt a hand on his shoulder, and when he turned Hiccup was smiling, his own red cheeks flushed over his freckles, and he had a finger over his mouth, asking for silence. Then he moved his hand (his warm, warm hand) up to close Jack's eyelids.

Jack left himself be manipulated around, and it was when he was silent and unseeing of what was happening around him when he felt something wrap around his neck and pull him slightly down. And then he opened his eyes and holy shit Hiccup was getting close, close, closer—

It's really anticlimactic when you get a kiss on the cheek, some people say.

Well then they've never received a kiss from Hamish Haddock, that's for sure.

When he was 'released', he stood upright like a spring and looked down at the teen, smile growing into a grin when he saw him moving his fisted hand up and down.

Yes.