Stupid Love - Chapter Seven

Pairing: Hijack

Word Count: 3700

Warnings: Minor language, A LOT OF ILLEGAL CAR RACING

I do not own the rights to any Dreamworks Animation characters.

As the evening hours slowly ticked by, Hiccup spent his remaining time in his garage. He wiped down Stormfly's interior leather and dusted off the dashboard. He backed the car out into the lot again to wax the hood and clean off the tires. As he ran the hose across the lot to wash down the tires, his cell phone buzzed in his pocket. He tugged the hose behind him, pulling out his phone to read another text from Jack.

Only two hours til showtime. You still in?

Hiccup rolled his eyes, holding his thumb over the end of the hose and spraying down the tires. With his other hand, he texted back.

Of course. Are you sure this is still a real thing that's happening?

Only a couple hours and he was going to see some of the greatest cars in town, racing and burning out. He wondered what else those guys did at the race-offs…

I told you, I got a man on the inside. It's all good.

Hiccup groaned. That didn't sound promising. But if this wasn't the real thing, then what was it? Worst case scenario, he'd go up Mt. Gibbs in the middle of the night and find Jack...trying and failing to get into some girl's pants, most likely.

Best case scenario, however, he'd get to see North and Bunny race, which was something he's always wanted to do. Oh, he was going to be so mad if it wasn't the real deal.

Hiccup stared at the dim clock on the car's dash. Midnight. He drove down to the highway, heading to Mt. Gibbs. He always wondered why it was called Mount Gibbs when it was clearly just a bluff. Maybe because it was only one bluff in a place where the rest of the state was pretty much just flat? That didn't seem to be a good enough reason to call something a mountain when it clearly wasn't.

Hiccup glanced at his side-mirror, noticing a bright glow of orange appearing behind him. And as soon as he'd seen it, it zoomed around, passing his car. The orange glow it shone onto the asphalt beneath it was more than enough proof there was a racer driving.

"Well, that's a good sign," Hiccup muttered to himself. If a racer is on his way out this way, Jack may have been telling the truth after all.

He continued to drive, only seeing two other cars on the way there. As he pulled off the highway into Crescent City, and then turned onto the road leading up to Mt. Gibbs. Past the sound of the gears grinding as the car pushed uphill, Hiccup could hear a faint thumping noise from the top of the bluff.

He drove up to the campground entrance, and his vision was quickly filled with bright lights from the track and loud music playing from the dozens of cars parked in the old lot. He pulled around, finding a decent place in the grass to park, close enough to be part of the show but still far enough away to not gather too much attention. He turned off the car and got out, glancing down at the car as in shown in the pale moonlight.

Astrid really would kill him if she knew he was here right now.

Hiccup turned to look across the lot, almost instantly recognizing Jack's Baby Tooth sitting twenty feet away and Jack pushing down the door. Hiccup, as excited as he was, nonchalantly shoved his hands in his jacket pockets and started to walk over. He tried not to stare as he walked by a Dodge Dart, a Ford Galaxy, and a modified Chrysler 300 on his way to Jack's car.

Jack whistled as two girls walked by, their shorts so short, Hiccup swore they couldn't possibly be wearing anything underneath. And, as expected, Jack, leaning back against Baby Tooth, smirked.

"Hey, girls! You look kinda cold," he called out. "Wanna use me as a blanket?"

The girls just continued to walk past him, ignoring him completely. Jack stood up,

"Oh, come on! I know at least one of you wants a piece of this!"

Hiccup walked over, trying not to laugh at the guy's ridiculous misfortune.

"I see you're as lonely as ever," he spoke up, walking around the fancy car. Jack glanced back.

"Hey! You made it!" he grinned, and then looked past him to Stormfly, sitting in the grass out of the light.

"Gotta admit," Jack continued, "I was kinda hopin' you'd bring Toothless so I could get a good laugh tonight."

"Well, thankfully, your pathetic attempts to pick up women are funny enough," Hiccup remarked.

Jack crossed his arms, muttering in response,

"Yeah, well...shut up."

"Nice comeback, Jack Frost," Hiccup taunted, walking through the gravel lot as other cars began to drive up and park. The mix of the dim street lights above and bright neon from the cars below was a bit disorienting to someone who wasn't used to it all, and this was certainly a new experience for Hiccup. He did his best not to gape at all the vehicles pulling in, burning up the asphalt at the entrance and sending the sound of roaring engines down to the sleeping town beneath Mt. Gibbs.

"Aha!" Jack suddenly jumped and ran off. "There she is!" he called out, running toward a circle of cars parked next to the old track. Hiccup hesitantly followed him, unsure what to do otherwise.

Jack jogged up to a brunette woman leaning against a green S2000. Hiccup bit his lip, trying not to ogle the car.

"Hey, pretty lady. You come here often?" Jack struck a ridiculous pose and the girl giggled.

"Bunny is just around the corner, Jacky," she told him. "Better watch yourself."

Jack leaned closer to her, raising an eyebrow.

"I'd rather you watch me," he smirked, placing a hand on the hood of the silver car next to the green one.

Hiccup rolled his eyes again. What was wrong with this guy?

"Ey! Get yer paws off the merchandise, Jack!" an accented voice rang out angrily. Hiccup froze, realizing the owner of the voice was right behind him. Jack merely glanced over at the stranger, still smirking.

"Merchandise? You sellin' this bad boy now, Bunny?" he joked.

The tall, gray-haired man walked right past Hiccup to sneer at Jack, busying himself with the iPhone he carried in his hand, illuminating the tattoos that seemed to be on his face as well as his bare arms. Hiccup glanced back at the brunette and her ride, then the tall man and the car he was yanking Jack away from. A GTRS3, definitely a kit.

Everything slowed began to click into place in Hiccup's mind. The people. The cars. But how does Jack fit into all of it?

"Oh, please, Bunny," the brunette spoke up. "Jacky is harmless; we all know that."

She gave Jack a wink, and he grinned back at her, replying,

"Thanks, Tooth."

That was it! Hiccup leaped forward with realization,

"You're Tooth-Toothania! The Tooth Fairy! Oh, Gods, I knew I recognized you!" he exclaimed.

Toothania turned to him, a little surprised at his outburst. Jack stepped over, clearly confused, asking,

"Tooth Fairy? Well, that's a new one." He turned back to Tooth, commenting, "I thought you were just Bunny's carry-on."

The man-obviously Bunnymund-turned around again, pointing a finger at Jack accusingly.

"Ya watch yer mouth, Frost!"

Tooth shushed him, waving him off.

"Oh, hush, Bunny," she told him before turning back to Jack to explain. "They call me The Tooth Fairy in the ring, Jacky. 'Cause I can punch anybody's teeth out and make money doin' it."

She held up a fist and winked at him again. Jack took a step back, a little intimidated.

"Cryptic," he muttered.

Hiccup shook his head,

"Hitting on a warrior, Jack?" he laughed. "You should've known better."

Tooth giggled along with him, responding,

"He just does it to ruffle Bunny up. And it always works."

Bunnymund shoved his phone in his pocket, turning back to his car.

"If he'd keep his bloody mitts to himself fer two seconds, I wouldn't have ta worry," he grunted, lifting the hood.

Toothania scoffed,

"You know very well I can handle my own," she retorted, seeming offended. Bunnymund adjusted the hood and left it open.

"Yeah, yeah, sis," he grumbled. "And as much as I'd love ta see ya knock the sport's teeth out, I got numbers ta fill."

He pulled out his phone again, turning back to Jack.

"Ya in for the show, Frost?" he asked, looking disinterested.

Jack smiled,

"You bet!"

He leaned over and pulled Hiccup over to his side, adding,

"Put one in for Hiccup, too!"

Hiccup pushed away from Jack, glaring at him.

"Hiccup?" Bunnymund eyed him.

"Hiccup?" Tooth smiled, "Oh, that's such a cute nickname!"

Jack smirked, grabbing Hiccup's shoulder to pull him in again.

"It's his real name, Tooth," he told her, laughing.

Hiccup pushed Jack off again and noticed both Bunnymund and Toothania snickering.

"Oh, yikes," Tooth mocked. "At least no one will know…?" she tried.

Hiccup shrugged, sighing,

"Uhh...I guess I'm lucky, then."

Bunnymund shook his head, finally asking,

"Alright, well, you wanna race 'im, Jack?"

Jack grinned, shooting him a thumbs-up, replying,

"That's the plan, my man!"

Bunnymund looked unamused, turning away and retorting,

"Oh, piss off, ya bloody git."

"Haha, come on," Jack grabbed Hiccup's jacket sleeve and dragged him away from the small circle of cars. Hiccup blinked, breathing as the neon faded and the abandoned track came into view.

"D-did you seriously just go up to a freakin' underground legend like The Tooth Fairy and-and Bunnymund himself and not freak out?"

"You kidding? I've known these clowns for a couple years now. They love me here!"

Hiccup glanced around, but the people gathered around seemed more interested in their own groups of friends and colorful cars.

"You don't seem that popular to me, Jack," Hiccup remarked. "I mean, I only knew about you from your skidmark record and that thing with the cop chase last summer…"

Jack smiled,

"Ah, initiation day," he reminisced. "That was a fun ride. Back when I still had my Zonda, too."

He glanced back at Hiccup,

"You heard about that?" he asked curiously.

Hiccup pursed his lips, replying,

"It was on the news."

Jack turned around excitedly.

"I was on TV?" he blurted out.

Hiccup took a step back, blandly correcting him,

"Radio news."

"Oh," Jack deflated. He turned back around, finding some empty spots on the bottom bleachers and taking a seat. Hiccup scooted in next to him, continuing,

"You know, they never did find you or your car."

Jack cracked a smile,

"Yeah, well, you can thank Sandy for that," he replied.

Hiccup gaped at him,

"You know Sandman, too? No way!"

Jack just nodded, drinking in the attention again.

"The guy's my contact for this stuff. Sandy's the only way I ever get into these shows anymore."

Hiccup shook his head. Jack knew Bunnymund and Sandman, even Toothania, and on a level where he could just go up to them and talk freely.

"So, it's safe to assume you know North?" he inquired, already knowing the answer.

Jack scoffed,

"Duh," he replied. "He's the one who got the idea for that cop chase for my initiation."

Hiccup's eyes narrowed at that last word.

"Wha-what initiation?"

"For the Guardians. What else could it be for?" Jack remarked matter-of-factly.

Hiccup's jaw fell open. That'd been happening a lot lately.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a second," he said. "You are part of the Guardians?" he asked in disbelief.

Jack just leaned back, simply replying,

"Yep."

Hiccup eyed him.

"...You're lying," he noted. Jack shot back up in his seat,

"What? No, I really am-" he defended.

Hiccup shook his head,

"Then why didn't you tell me before now? That totally seems like something you'd brag about-I have an Italian car, I go out with ladies every night, I run with the fastest street crew in the city?!"

Jack sighed, turning to him.

"Okay, look," he started, "it's not a done deal yet. North is all for it, Sandy loves me, but it's Bunny! That guy has got it out for me ever since I won that race two years ago, so he won't let me roll with them...yet. But I'm working on it!"

Hiccup tensed. Jack had to be lying. It was impossible. It just couldn't be. Jack was too much of an asshole to be with the Guardians.

"How the hell did you win a race against Bunnymund?" he blurted out, his mouth running faster than his brain. "How'd you even get to race him?"

Jack smirked,

"Easy," he told him. "I hit on Tooth."

Hiccup closed his eyes, sighing,

"I should have known it was something stupid."

"I couldn't help it," Jack continued. "Toothania is hot."

Hiccup wasn't sure if he believed him. Jack running with the Guardians? It didn't add up. But he was so friendly with Toothania and Bunnymund back there. It was definitely obvious that Bunnymund didn't seem to like Jack at all…

A booming voice broke him out of his thoughts, shouting,

"Oh, ho, ho! Who is here to have fun?"

Hiccup looked up, and the crowd behind him cheered as a bright red Chevelle pulled onto the track, engine roaring as the man inside pumped a fist in the air.

"Is that…?" Hiccup's eyes widened.

"There's the big guy!" Jack smiled, waving to him.

"Ah, Jack Frost. I see you could make it!"

Hiccup forced his mouth to stay closed this time. This was actually happening? He continued to just stare up at the massive, bearded man, not hearing a word he and Jack exchanged. He'd only ever heard about this man online. He'd only seen him once at a car show, only there to leave a signature burn-mark on the pavement, there and gone in the blink of an eye.

"And this is Hiccup," Jack said, and Hiccup felt himself being yanked to his feet. He blinked, swallowing as he realized that North was still just as massive from the new angle.

"You are Hiccup? Bunny says you two will race tonight, yes?"

Hiccup just stared up at the man, and Jack elbowed him.

"Uhh, yeah," Jack replied for him. "It won't be much of a competition, but it's just for fun, right?"

North let out a hearty laugh,

"Of course!" he smiled, and then gave Jack a stern look, continuing, "Just be sure to pay Bunny before race this time."

And with that, the man walked away, waving someone else down. Hiccup felt his breathing go back to normal and Jack waved a hand in front of his face.

"You still in there?" Jack joked.

Hiccup just turned to him blankly.

"That just happened," he said.

Jack raised an eyebrow,

"Yeah...it did. You okay?"

Hiccup fell back onto his seat on the bleachers.

"North is one of the Guardians. You...are one of the Guardians."

"Will be. Still workin' on it," Jack smirked, sitting back down with him.

"Wow…" Hiccup breathed. And then he glanced back at North's car, sitting on the track.

"Wait."

Jack eyed him,

"What?" he asked.

Hiccup frowned,

"You signed me up to race!" his eye twitched.

Jack grinned,

"Uhh, yeah, you brought that camaro, so I figured-"

Hiccup turned to him, panicking.

"I can't race! Especially in Astrid's baby! She's already gonna kill me, but if she found out I raced with Stormfly, she'd mutilate me! Kill me slowly, bring me back to life, and then kill me again!"

Jack snickered at Hiccup's reaction, laughing,

"Ha, dude, she's not gonna find out-"

"And I haven't driven Stormfly for weeks!" Hiccup continued, interrupting him. "I'm still getting used to the weight shift-"

"It doesn't matter," Jack interjected. Hiccup grabbed the front of Jack's hoodie, screaming into his face,

"I have ZERO DOLLARS on me! I CAN'T RACE WITHOUT CASH, JACK!"

Jack pushed him away, officially weirded-out.

"Chill," he told him, brushing off the front of his hoodie. "You're gonna race me. No cash, no pinks."

Hiccup bit his lip,

"But you'll still have to pay-"

Jack held up his hand, telling him,

"I've got it covered. Just relax and enjoy the show."

Hiccup's knee bounced up and down as they sat and watched so many cars do basic quarter-mile drags. He wasn't sure what was bothering him more at that point, the illegal activities he was about to participate in himself or the utter lack of American muscle in these races…

"So, is Toothless your only car?" Jack asked, striking up a conversation.

Hiccup leaned back against the bleachers, trying to calm down.

"For now, yes," he replied, his eyes glued to the track in front of them.

"You buyin' a new baby?" Jack joked. Hiccup rolled his eyes.

"I'm looking into getting a Kaiser Darrin. Found one not too far from here," he remarked casually.

Jack tapped his chin,

"Kaiser Darrin? I...don't know what that is…"

"It's a perfect-no, the perfect car. The one I want has pocket doors, only found on the '53 Kaiser Darrin. Very rare, very beautiful. And one of them is soon to be mine," Hiccup smiled.

Jack eyed him,

"So, where are you getting one?" he asked.

Hiccup glanced over at Jack. He probably had more money than what he knew what to do with. There was no way he could tell him who the seller was. He just couldn't risk letting this guy find out about his treasure chest; he didn't seem like much of the 'sharing' type.

"Well," Hiccup smirked, concocting his idea, "my cousin has a friend who knows a guy...who's dating a girl whose best friend's grandfather owns one and is looking to sell, so…"

"The way you talk about the car, it can't be cheap," Jack commented.

Hiccup replied,

"Hey, I met the guy. We've got a deal going; it's just gonna take a little saving before I can get it, but I totally got this."

Jack shook his head,

"And what if somebody else came along and bought it before you get to it?" he taunted. "What if they offered a better deal?"

Hiccup shot Jack a glare. The guy he was buying from was a hell of a character, but it wasn't so much about money with him. At least, he hoped not.

"I told you," Hiccup reassured him, "we have a deal already. He wouldn't just hand it off like that. I'd take better care of that car than anyone could even dream of doing."

Jack just scoffed at him,

"Well, aren't you confident."

Hiccup smiled. Yes, he was. That Kaiser Darrin was his dream car, and he was going to have it someday.

Bunnymund turned back from the next set of cars and waved to Jack.

"Oh, hey, we're up next!" Jack jumped up. Hiccup felt that weight settle in his stomach again.

"Come on," Jack grabbed Hiccup's arm and pulled him to his feet. "Go bring your car up to the line and let's do this!"

Hiccup bit the inside of his cheek. What was he saying about confidence before? That he had it? Because he may have been lying about that one…

Hiccup pressed slowly on the brake, the nose of the camaro coming right up to the spray-painted white line. He glanced over at Jack just as his car pulled up to the line, as well. He rolled down the window, the sound of the engines filling his ears as he looked back at the road in front of him, exhaling.

He could do this. He could definitely do this...right?

"Try not to look like you're about to have an aneurism, Hic," Jack shouted, having rolled down his window just tease him. Hiccup glared over at him.

"I'm just thinking about how much you're gonna cry when I beat you, Jack," he replied, gripping the steering wheel.

"Aww, you think you can beat me," Jack laughed. "How cute."

Hiccup eyed Jack. Stormfly was sporting a V8, sure, but foreign cars always had their issues. He just needed to get a good start, and there was maybe an 80% chance he'd beat Baby Tooth. Huayras are all about their 0 to 60, but beyond that, Stormfly had the advantage. He could do this. He could definitely do this.

New determination set, Hiccup pumped the gas pedal. Toothania waltzed over to the small space between the two cars, smiling over at Jack.

"You know the rules, Jacky. Play nice and no victory kisses."

Then she turned to Hiccup,

"Good luck, cutie!" she smiled. "Jacky keeps his engine raw, so you don't have to worry about NOS, or anything like that."

Hiccup blinked. NOS? Well, he didn't figure that into the equation. Confidence slowly dropping…

Toothania winked at him,

"Good luck!" she told him and then stepped back. She pointed at Jack, and he pressed hard on the gas, the engine rumbling loudly. Hiccup smiled and Tooth pointed to him with her other hand. He pumped and pressed the gas pedal to the floor, the engine roaring louder than Jack's. He smirked to himself, keeping his eyes on Tooth.

She waited a moment and dropped her hands.

Hiccup shifted the gear instantly, letting go of the brake and speeding off. Jack's car sped ahead, but he was gaining on him. As the car travelled faster, he shifted the gear again, and continued to catch up to Jack. The next line was in sight, but he still hadn't pulled in front of Jack's car. He pushed the gas harder, though it did nothing, and he watched as Jack flew past the finish line just before him.

"Ughh," he groaned. Now he would never hear the end of it. Hiccup could hear Jack laughing as they rounded back around the track to the start again. Jack pulled out into the lot again, parking and pushing up the door. He jumped out, running over as Hiccup parked Stormfly next to his.

"I TOLD YOU I'D WIN!" Jack shouted at him. Hiccup shook his head, getting out of the car.

"If it had been Toothless out there, I'd have won," he remarked. Jack smirked, folding his arms across his chest,

"Well, we'll just have to see about that, huh?" he told him.

"Yeah," Hiccup replied with a smile, "we will."

*doesn't know how to write action but wants to write a fic about cars* aghhhh, I'm sorry.