-*Ok so I wrote this the same time as the first chapter. It's the same event, from Jack's perspective. You don't have to read it because I guess it's not completely necessary; I mostly wrote it to offer some explanation for things. Hope it's not too awful.

Snow blasted from Jack's staff as he buried the mountains on the island of Berk.

"Ha ha! Another snow day guys!" Jack laughed. He flew high over the Viking village as he released violent amounts of snow and wind from his staff. The teen spun in the air as he allowed his powers to go haywire. Jack grinned in the middle of his own chaos. As the sun began to go down, Jack put his rampage to a halt.

"Hey you should probably go easier on this town." Jack reasoned with himself. He flew towards the mountain and laughed. "Nah, they're Vikings. They can handle it." As Jack flew he noticed a large bearded man talking to himself near the edge of the village. Out of curiosity, Jack flew beside him to make out what he was saying.

"If these blizzards don't stop soon I don't know how I'll be able to feed the village..." The man said worriedly as he paced back and forth. Jack froze.

"Oh...whoops. Sorry big guy." Jack said to the man, aware that he could not and never would hear him. The large Viking phased through Jack as he continued to pace.

"Hey!" Jack turned angry. "I hate it when people do that..." he grumbled. Jack flew on the nearest mountain top and kept the snow light for the night. On the mountain, he could still make a small mess without messing with the village. Jack made a mini storm over his head as the day quickly turned to night. Like always, he enjoyed his party of one.

"Why can't those jerks ever see me?" Jack created large amounts of snow over his own head.

"I don't get it." Jack looked at the full moon overhead and blasted ice in that direction.

"You're a real ass you know that?" Jack shouted. The moon stayed silent as it always had. Jack smirked.

"Forget you then." Jack collected more snow and spun it all around himself.

"WOO!" he made a blizzard for himself.

"Yeah!" Jack screamed happily. If the moon wasn't going to pay attention like the rest of the world, he figured he might as well savior his party of one.

"YEAH!" Jack danced and jumped in his beautiful small snow storm.

"Ha ha!" Jack plopped to the ground. The night had grown later so quickly.

"Um excuse me?"

Jack plopped up from his snow pile to see a freckled little preteen wearing a fur vest and a green long-sleeved shirt heading towards him.

"What? What's a kid doing on the mountain at this hour?" Jack asked himself vocally. With guilt in his eyes he looked at this large snow creation overhead. This kid will freeze in that if I don't lay low a little bit Jack thought.

"He's got to get home...I should probably take it easy tonight..." He grumbled as he shrunk his prized creation.

"Hey you really shouldn't-"

"Whoa! This guy must be from that Viking town. A bit small compared to those big dudes huh?" Jack circled the boy. Though he was small, he was certainly cuter than those ugly mugs.

"Hey um, you know you should really wear shoes out here. You could get hypothermia." The boy said. Shoes? Who's he talking to? Jack wondered. The kid sat and began to remove his boot as Jack looked at his own bare feet. He looked to the boy.

"Are you talking to me?" Jack questioned with disbelief. He tilted his head and knew he must be mistaken. A small chuckle escaped the boy.

"Yeah there's not really a whole lot of people I could be talking to..." The boy held out a shoe to Jack.

"Here. Sorry...I only have-" Jack's thoughts wandered. What is going on? This kid, he sees me? That can't be, but here he is talking to me.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS!?" The teen screamed and jumped in the air with delight. "No way no way this can't be happening..." Jack tried to contain his joy as much as possible and practically danced in place. Maybe I can make a friend! Oh my god Jack don't be weird don't be weird.

"Hey!" The boy interrupted his thoughts loudly. Jack turned and the boy blushed, clearly embarrassed for shouting.

"D-Do you want to borrow this or not?" the kid stuttered. Jack smiled as he tried to hold himself together. He's so nice.

"No, no I'm good." Jack said honestly. The cold obviously never bothered him. Jack took a good look at his potential first friend with a grin. The boy had green eyes and freckles scattered across his face. He was scrawny, in a charming way. As his eyes wandered down, his smile faded.

"Oh my god!" Jack exclaimed suddenly.

"What?"

"Your leg!" Jack gasped. He approached the boy and poked the metal of the kid's artificial leg with his staff. Oh wait that was probably weird Jack worried. The boy sighed. Oh god maybe I shouldn't have brought that up.

"Yeah, long story." The kid said as he stood. "It's pretty new...Well you get used to it." He forced a smile. "Honestly, I'd be more concerned about those feet of yours."

Jack couldn't help but stare sadly at the boy. The first person I can ever talk to is so kind, but that poor kid he must've gone through hell. Jack began to already develop protectiveness over this boy; after all, he was all he ever had.

"O-oh um, I'm Hiccup." Hiccup extended a friendly hand to Jack. Jack had never experienced joy like this. He grinned ear to ear.

"I'm Jack F-" Jack stopped himself. Maybe leading off with saying I'm a winter spirit isn't the best way to make friends Jack realized. The last thing he wanted was to scare off this boy.

"Jack who?"

"Just Jack!" Jack laughed nervously. He placed his hand in Hiccup's and the boy shivered violently.

"YOU'RE FREEZING!" Jack pulled away, almost embarrassed.

"Sorry, my skin's always cold." He smiled. Jack placed himself on his back in the snow once more. The ice helped calm his incredible excitement. He stared at the moon.

Well maybe there's hope for you yet...

"Want a ride back to the village? Where do you live?" Hiccup asked. Jack sat up.

"I live here." Jack began forming snowballs with his back to Hiccup.

"Here? In the snow-" Jack interrupted Hiccup and bombarded him with his handmade snowballs.

"Ha ha!" Jack giggled. I wonder if this kid's any fun.

"What are you doin-" Jack continued to interrupt Hiccup with his excessive snowball tossing.

"Ow!" Hiccup exclaimed. Jack couldn't help himself from attacking the kid; after all it was the first snowball fight when there was a chance of someone fighting back.

"Hiccup...That's an original name." Jack bounced a fresh snowball in his hand. "I like it!" He pelted Hiccup in the back of the head.

"W-what? Would you quit it!" Hiccup formed a lumpy snowball and nailed Jack square in the face. "Ha! How do you like that?" Face covered in snow, Jack froze.

Wow… he got me. Someone finally hit ME. Hiccup began to approach him. Time to mess with him. Jack stood motionless.

"Oh...Did I throw it too hard?" Hiccup's genuine concern was endearing. He placed his hand to Jack's face and started to wipe off the snow. He's touching me...He's really touching me. Jack felt the warmth of the boy's hands on his forehead.

"I'm sorry." Hiccup apologized. Jack opened his eyes and pounced on Hiccup.

"Gotcha!" Jack laughed. Wow I half expected to faze through this kid... Jack thought as he held Hiccup firmly to the ground and began to bury him in snow.

"Hey!" Hiccup shouted, failing to hide his smile. He threw snow back at Jack and pushed him off. The two laughed as they had a long series of snow fights. By the end, the two fell to the ground panting from exhaustion.

Hiccup laughed. "It's nice to meet you Jack." He managed between breaths. This is really happening...

"It's nice to meet you too Hiccup." Jack spoke with heartfelt gratitude that he tried to conceal. He closed his eyes. Silence followed for a while as the two rested.

"So Jack, what do you mean you live here?" Hiccup questioned. Jack opened his eyes.

"Here. On the mountain. Or wherever. Never townlike places." Jack thought of the towns filled with the people who he hated for never seeing him, but that world suddenly seemed so long ago now that he was speaking to someone at this very moment. "I don't stay around people much." Jack admitted.

"Why is that?" The boy asked. Jack looked down, drowning in bitter memories.

"People...They don't see me. They just care about themselves." Jack tried to avoid sounding weird but failed to avoid sounding resentful. "It's like I might as well not exist." Hiccup frowned to Jack's explanation.

"So they ignore you." Hiccup's freckled face looked to Jack with sympathy.

"You could definitely say that." Jack sighed as he stood up. Hiccup, you have no idea. Jack got sucked into his thoughts of every person who phased through him or regarded him as a myth. I wonder why he of all people can recognize me.

"Oh man! It's almost morning! I've got to get back!" Hiccup suddenly bolted to the trees and turned to see Jack, dumbfounded and heartbroken. I just meet someone, and I'm already going to lose him. Jack prepared himself to return to his life of isolation, though that was the last thing he wanted.

"Hey, do you think I can come to your place again sometime to visit? Hiccup joked. Jack's whole face lit up.

"Yes, yes that'd be fun." Jack had never felt this much relief. Hiccup grinned at Jack and began to leave. To Jack's surprise, Hiccup turned his back once more.

"Oh, and those people you were talking about..." Hiccup began. "Forget them. If they take you for granted, they must not be good people. You just have to meet the right ones. I know it's hard sometimes, but I'm sure you'll meet someone who will be able to notice you just fine!" Hiccup waved. These words practically brought Jack to his knees in appreciation, but he kept it subtle with a smile.

"Yeah, I think so too." Jack chuckled.