Stupid Love
Chapter Four
Pairing: Hijack
Word Count: 1618
Warnings: Mild language, mentions of chopping someone up, Hiccup not wearing a seatbelt
I do not own any rights to Dreamworks Animation characters.
Hiccup glanced over at the table Astrid and their friends-or "acquaintances," to Hiccup, anyway-were still occupying, noticing his best friend had her head in her arms on the table. He walked toward the table quietly. If Astrid wasn't passed out, she was probably still drunk enough not to notice his arrival. He slowly crept up to her, reaching toward the pocket of her jacket. Her keys were almost his…
"Don't even think about it," Astrid grumbled, turning her head to glare at him tiredly. Hiccup stood up straight, feigning innocence.
"W-what are you talking about? I was just coming back to-"
Astrid sat up, holding a hand to her forehead and rubbing her eye with the other. She continued to glare up at him,
"There's no way he's gone," she stated bluntly.
Hiccup groaned,
"Oh, come on! Look around, Astrid! Do you see him anywhere?"
Astrid blinked and took a couple glances around. The white-haired jerk was nowhere to be seen. She nodded approvingly,
"...huh," she told him. "Wow. How'd you do it?"
Hiccup bit his lip, unsure what to say.
"Uhh...well…"
Astrid's eyes narrowed and she leaned forward,
"Is he really gone?" she questioned with suspicion.
Hiccup laughed weakly, waving her off.
"Uhm, definitely!" he replied. "So, keys?"
Astrid rolled her eyes, pulling her keys out of her pocket and holding them up.
"Yeah, yeah, here," she sighed.
"Yes!" Hiccup grinned widely, holding out his hand to take them from her.
"Not so fast!"
Hiccup and Astrid both turned to see Ruffnut strutting up to the table and giving Hiccup the stink-eye.
"What?" Astrid asked, confused by the interruption.
Ruffnut pushed Hiccup's hand away and leaned over the table to Astrid, replying,
"Jack-Off guy is just hangin' out in the parkin' lot. Tuff and I saw him when we went out for a smoke."
Astrid glared up at Hiccup and he gulped.
"Hiccup…"
He held up his hands, defending himself.
"You said to get him out of the building!" he tried.
Astrid shook her head,
"And to never return!" she argued back. "If he's just standing out there, there's no stoppin' him from coming right back in!"
Hiccup glanced over at the door, noticing Tuffnutt walking back in.
"I handled it," he told her grimly, remembering the wonderful conversation he'd just had with Jack. Astrid wasn't convinced.
"Make him leave and the keys are yours," she told him. "That's the deal."
Hiccup whined, grabbing for the keys, but Astrid pulled them away before pocketing them again.
"What am I supposed to do?" he argued. "Knock him out and drag him to the nearest ditch? Kill him?! Chop him up and push his perfect fucking car off a bridge?!"
Astrid eyed him,
"He has a 'perfect fucking car'?" she inquired. Hiccup deflated,
"It's a Pagani Huayra, Astrid," he implored, his gaze traveling back to the exit. "With gold leather inside! Gods, I wanna make out with that vehicle…"
Astrid snickered, replying,
"'Coulda sworn you were strictly into dick."
Hiccup ignored Ruffnut's laughter, responding,
"I'd make an exception for that car."
Astrid leaned back in the booth, trying to get the conversation back on track.
"Well then, chop him up and steal his car," she offered.
Hiccup turned back to her, frowning,
"But then Stormfly would be stuck here for the night. I can't allow that."
Astrid rolled her eyes again, groaning,
"Ugh, Hiccup! Stop being so difficult!"
She pulled out her cell phone and held it up.
"I'm callin' us a cab in thirty minutes. You've got 'til then to get him gone. Got it?"
Hiccup hung his head,
"Argh… fine!"
Astrid let her head fall back onto the tabletop as Hiccup marched back towards the exit. He was going to drive Stormfly home, no matter what it took.
"What are you still doing here?" Hiccup griped, walking out into the parking lot. Jack was sitting against the streetlight by his own car, staring across the parking lot at Astrid's camaro.
"And why are you staring at…" Hiccup following his gaze, "at...Stormfly?"
Jack glanced back to meet his gaze, giving a small smile.
"Tryin' to see what you see in her," he replied.
Hiccup rubbed a hand across the back of his neck, responding with a smirk,
"It's the louvers. Can't resist 'em."
Jack let out a quick laugh,
"Figures."
Hiccup swallowed dryly again, unsure of his next move. Does he just ask Jack to leave? Will that even work? He was really mean before, maybe he should yell at him again?
Hiccup frowned. No, he should apologize for what he said. It was a bit harsh, even if Jack was a jerk.
"Goin' home now?" Jack asked, interrupting Hiccup's thoughts. He bit his lip, trying to find a reply.
"Not unless I figure out how to hotwire a car…" he muttered.
Jack eyed him confusedly.
"What?" he asked.
Hiccup sighed,
"Apparently," he explained, "you being in the parking lot is not far enough away for me to win the bet, so…"
Jack stood up.
"You want me gone?" he narrowed his eyes. "Yeah. Okay," he conceded. "I've tortured you long enough."
Hiccup frowned. Jack sounded so dejected. What was he supposed to do?
"Agghh! I'm sorry, okay?" he blurted out.
Jack waved him off, pulling out his keys.
"Nah, it's fine. You were right," he told him.
Hiccup stepped forward, replying,
"No! I...okay, yeah, you're gonna be better off if you change up your...'dating practices', but everything else I said…well, it was completely uncalled for."
Hiccup glanced up, wondering if his apology was good enough, but Jack just shook his head.
"No, no, you're right," he replied. "I mean, you were a total douchebag about it, but you were right."
"I'm sorry," Hiccup repeated, frowning.
Jack sighed,
"It's fine."
Hiccup scratched his head. This wasn't working. Well, it actually was, but it didn't feel like it was.
"Look, you're a cool guy...I guess," he tried again. "You just...you're a major pain in the ass."
Jack chuckled,
"You're not much better," he replied.
Hiccup smiled a moment,
"Ha...no, I guess I'm not."
Jack unlocked his car, pushing a button and lifting the vertical door above his head. The leather glistened as the light flicked on inside. Hiccup stared past him into the inside of the car, trying not to drool. Jack glanced back and smirked,
"...this is gonna sound stupid, but…" he started, "do you...uhh, no, never mind."
Hiccup blinked, turning to him curiously.
"What? What is it?"
Jack exhaled and then motioned to his car.
"Do you… uhh…"
Hiccup stepped forward in anticipation, asking,
"You mean…"
Jack smiled again,
"You wanna ride in it?" he asked finally.
Hiccup stared back at the car. Was he kidding? Of course he wanted to ride in a fucking Pagani Huayra! But Astrid would be calling a taxi any moment now, and if he left with Jack, he'd never get the keys to take Stormfly home.
He breathed shakily, replying,
"...yyyyeah."
He shook his head,
"I mean, nnn-yes! Yes, gods, I do!"
He shut his eyes. No! He was supposed to say no!
"You sure?" Jack asked, uncertain, and rightly so. Hiccup bit his lip.
"Nnyes. Yes," he replied. "Very-very sure, yes."
Jack glanced over at the camaro again, asking,
"But what about Stormfly?"
"Screw Stormfly!" Hiccup shouted, running to the other side of the car and lifting the door.
Jack smirked,
"Alright! Let's go!"
Hiccup smiled, but hesitated. Was he really about to do this?
"...just do it," he muttered to himself. "Come on, Hiccup. Don't be a douchebag. Be nice to the guy for once…"
Jack climbed in, and leaned over to look up at Hiccup expectantly.
"Ya comin' or what?" he asked.
Hiccup took a deep breath,
"Yes, I'm-"
He slid into the car, bracing himself. Jack grinned and pushed the keys into the ignition, starting the engine. It growled loudly and Hiccup felt himself go limp in the seat,
"Oh my Gods…" he whined. Jack laughed at his reaction.
"It's awesome, huh?"
Hiccup trembled before leaning forward, running his hand on the golden-set leather of the dashboard.
"So fucking awesome…" he breathed. Jack pushed a button and the doors lowered and locked back in place.
"Oh, this is so fucking cool," Hiccup smiled widely.
Jack put the car in gear and pulled out of the lot. Hiccup sunk in his seat,
"Oh, mannn."
"I know, right?" Jack grinned, stopping at the light. "Let's head down to Knightly Park. Then I can show ya what she can REALLY do!"
Hiccup sat up a bit, smirking,
"Skidmark record, huh?"
Jack licked his lips, grinning madly,
"Hell yeah!" he replied, turning down the next street. "I got a ten-footer out there! You can still see it!"
Hiccup felt his jaw drop for the third time that night as he stared over at Jack with wide eyes.
"Nu-uh!" he responded. "You're THE Jack Frost?"
Jack laughed,
"That's my name; don't wear it out."
Hiccup shook his head in disbelief,
"Whoa! That skidmark track is insane, dude!" he told him, motioning to Jack himself. "I can't believe it! You're Ten-er Jack!"
Jack grinned, basking in the attention.
"Your last mark was so close to the record, man!" Hiccup continued, so excited. "The longest one out there is almost twelve feet long!"
Jack turned another corner, coolly replying,
"And I'm gonna beat it tonight."
Hiccup scoffed, laughing at him.
"No way," he smirked. "Not gonna happen. That twelve-footer was from North's Chevelle. Nobody can beat North's record. Nobody."
Jack shook his head,
"I've come close enough, haven't I?" he said. The car took one last turn and Knightly Park's sign came into view.
"All I need is a witness," Jack finished, grinning at Hiccup. Hiccup turned and grinned right back.
This was going to be so much fun!