** A Couple people wanted Hiccup's response, and so here it is.
Dear Jack,
I'm not sure what you were thinking with that last letter…my dad almost found it actually, which would have led to a world of awkward. But, anyways, I, umm, I am not really sure what to say. I guess I should respond. Well…here goes nothing…
Jack,
Your ice cold eyes captivate my heart, and see through the very core of my being. The smile that lights your face pulls at the corners of your eyes, creating a deep mesmerizing fire within their depths, and I find myself lost in your gaze. I could look into the icy waves in your eyes for eternity and never grow bored; rather they make me want you more.
Your laugh resonates in a deep chuckle; the very harmonizing sound of it sends warm shivers down my spine and a smile to my face, as I find my heart skip a beat. Even though your touch is cold, you make me feel so hot; you send a refreshing chill over me, like the welcoming breeze of the first of winter as your long pale fingers trail lucidly down my sides.
I feel myself longing for your kisses, your touch, your body; your hot lips on mine, our hands exploring the new flesh of one another. I long for the sound of your moans and gasps mingling with mine in endless waves of ecstasy as we reach our boiling point together. I want to share my warmth with you and hold you in a tight embrace to make the ice in your heart shatter and crumble into oblivion. Jack you make me feel as though the world belongs to us and that we can share in our own sweet eternity forever.
Well, I hope that's sufficient and that my dad doesn't find this.
Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III