Hiccup was in a panic. He didn't know what to do. He was currently tearing a hole in his floor, attempting to figure out something to do.
His dad had heard a story from the western islands about spirits and had been studying up on them. He knew that it would just be a matter of time before Stoick the Vast would be able to see his boyfriend, the famous winter spirit, Jack Frost. With his dad's track record of dealing with beings stronger than them... Well, Hiccup had a right to be worried.
"Hiccup?" asked Jack, trying to get his attention from the frantic boy. "You do realize that if he sees me, he can't do anything to me, and will try to convince himself that it was something, anything, than what it actually is, right?"
At this, the smaller viking relaxed and said the words that no one should say in a farce or romantic comedy, "Of course, you're right, Jack. What could possibly go wrong!"
With this his dad slammed open his son's door to see a strange white-haired kid hugging his son and kiss the top of his head.
The two jumped apart, and looked completely shocked at Stoick's blubbering when the strange boy walked up to Stoick.
"Hello, Mr. Haddock. I am Jack Frost, professional spirit of winter, and your son's boyfriend."
Normally, the chief of the Hairy Hooligans was a sturdier man, but this was the strangest thing he had seen in his entire lifetime. He fainted on the spot.
"That went well!" exclaimed Jack.
Hiccup slammed his hand to his forehead and groaned.