The Dragon Boy - Part 14 - Nightmares
Frostcup fanfic

Authors note: hey guys can't say much cos its late and I should be asleep so hope you enjoy please leave a review and I will see you tommorow with the next one (sorry if this seems rude) ^^

Hiccup landed Toothless outside their house.

The riders had broken up for the day and gone home. It was just getting dark, and they'd missed their dinner, but they'd took extra food with them, and slowed down so they could eat in the saddle, without losing their tongues. Hiccup shared his with Jack, who pocketed every piece and, now they'd landed, threw it all to Toothless behind Hiccup's back.

He wasn't hungry, but he didn't want hiccup to worry. He rarely ate more than twice a day, besides, Toothless wasn't complaining. Although, he did try a little fish afterwards.
"Woah, this is good! Never really tried fish before." He commented.
"Really?" Hiccup asked.
"Yeah, well... I've never really been able to... fish." He explained.
"Huh, well Toothless here lives off the stuff, don't ya bud." The dragon purred in response, he appeared to be licking his lips for some reason.

Jack watched the Night Fury for a moment.
"Where did you find him? I mean, I've been all over, and I've never seen a dragon like him before." He told him.
"Yep, he's one of a kind." Hiccup replied, scratching his dragon's head.
"Really, though, I don't know where he came from either. He's the only Night Fury anyone's ever seen." He paused, looking sadly at his dragon- it was one of his lifelong dreams to find a friend for the Night Fury.

"Some think he's the last of his kind." Jack's smile dropped, the words hit him right at his core.
"The last of his kind..." He repeated, quietly.
"Yeah." Hiccup responded, too lost in his own thoughts to wonder what Jack was thinking.

"Anyway, we better be getting in. Dad's probably already asleep, so we better be quiet." Still thinking about those last few words, Jack nodded, and followed Hiccup in.

Hiccup had reached his bedroom before he realised- he didn't have anywhere for Jack to sleep.
"Erm, where do you wanna sleep?" He asked, letting him have first pick.
"Oh, we're going to sleep, now? Well, in that case-" He said, slipping out the window." Hiccup had his ninth heart attack of the day, and dashed to the window, to see Jack, calmly patting down some snow, like he was settling down for the night.

He looked up, and saw Hiccup's confused face.
"What?" He asked.
"Aren't you gonna get..." He was about to say "cold", before he realised that would be stupid- not once in all the frigid day, had he complained of being cold, even when he covered himself in snow. Hiccup sighed. "Never mind." He finished.

He went and climbed into his own bed, and Toothless curled up on his slab. But, Hiccup didn't go to sleep.

He thought he finally had an answer to all the wierd stuff that happened that day. How Jack was so secretive about his past; how he knew so much about dragons; how he'd travelled so far in such a short time; how he just appeared on Berk one day; the snow that froze, and wind that blew, when he was running the Nadder; he'd figured it out. He was friends with the Sky Dragon. It all made sense, the dragon had been helping him all along and Jack wanted to keep it safe. Hiccup felt a little upset, Jack didn't trust him enough to tell him himself. But, he supposed, he was probably just being extra careful.

He remembered how quiet he'd gone when he'd speculated that Toothless was the last Night Fury, was it possible that the white dragon they'd saved was the last Sky Dragon? He dearly hoped not, but it would explain why Jack wasn't taking any chances.

Anyway, he was still lying there, feigning sleep, as it got darker and darker outside, listening intently for movement. It was more than likely, Jack was waiting for him to go to sleep, before he went to see the dragon, and when he did, Hiccup would follow.

He wasn't going to hurt the dragon, he only wanted to see it again. There was something special about it, he just had to see it, again.

Silence outside, until he heard shuffling in the snow. He quietly went to the window, and peered out.

Jack wasn't sneaking off, as he was expecting, but lying on the ground, rolling over, and lashing out in his sleep. It looked he was having one huge nightmare. Then, the flailing, unexpectedly, stopped, and he lay there, a broken expression on his face, fingers curled, to cling to a comfort that wasn't there.

He looked so sad, so defeated, Hiccup couldn't just leave him like that. So, sighing, he turned to Toothless, who had joined him at the window. The dragon had obviously read his mind, and seemed to have resigned himself to a night under the stars.

He dropped down onto the snow below, careful not to land on the sleeping boy. Hiccup did the same, walking over to Jack, who already seemed to be a little calmer at their presence. He slipped off his woollen waistcoat, and lay it over him. Perhaps he wasn't bothered by the cold, but hopefully it would give him some comfort.

It did. His whole body untensed, and he relaxed. His pained expression, now peaceful. Hiccup smiled, at least he'd done something right. Toothless had cleared a patch of dirt for him to lie on, he settled down on it, resting his head on his dragon's paw. A black wing spread over him, sheltering him from the cold. He completely forgot about staying up to see the Sky Dragon, and in no time, he was asleep.

Not long after Hiccup fell asleep, Jack, slowly, opened his eyes. The Night Fury was still awake, watching over both the boys. They regarded each other. Something passed between them. The last of his kind...
"How do you stand it?" The boy's eyes seemed to ask. The cat-like eyes turned, and gazed, affectionately, at the little Viking beneath his wing. He has him.

The blue eyes softened at this. Dragon eyes looked back at him. And so do I, Jack realised.

He slowly blinked at the black dragon, gratefully, and Toothless blinked back.

Then, they both settled down for a peaceful night sleep. For Jack, it was the first in a long time.