Author's POV
Heya! New update, on the weekend just like I said. I'm done torturing you. That's right, candycanes, I'm looking at you. Updates will be coming more often starting next weekend due to Christmas break. Annnywayyyy, what are your plans for the break?
Hiccup's POV
I don't know if I like his arms around me. I want to hate them; I want to hate him. I want to feel disgusted and start yelling at him. I just can't. Jack tends to make me feel like that. He makes me confused, like I'm being blinded by a snowstorm. It would be okay if that were all he me made me feel, but it's not. He makes me feel like I'm strong, even though I'm aware of how weak I am. Snotlout and his crowd take their time to remind me of it.
Don't think about that. Snotlout isn't your concern right now, Jack is. Jack. He's loud, obnoxious, sarcastic, and basically a flat out ass. But as I continued to let him into my life, I found out how fragile he is. The best description that I have of him is snow that's about to melt. I was thinking this as he held on to me tighter than before. I looked at him; his eyes were scrunched closed and his brows were furrowed.
Is he having a nightmare?
Jack's POV
No one is here except a large man with red hair. His head is in his hands, but I instantly recognize him as Stoick. What's wrong with him? He looks like someone just died. As I look around, I see a casket. My heart sinks. No. That's not right. Someone is dead, but it can't be Hic. Stoick is still alive, so how could it be?
I walk up to the casket, and my blood runs cold. I see those lovely, vibrant freckles suddenly dull. He looks cold, almost frozen. Then I hear Stoick's gruff voice.
"Go away, Jack Frost. This is your fault."
"Jack, are you okay?" It's Hic, he's shaking me awake. A wave of relief washes over me as I look into his very-much-not-dead eyes. "Hiccup! You're alive!" I practically jump on him, pinning him to the bed in a hug. "Um, yeah. Last time I checked, at least." I smirked at his look of pure confusion and embarrassment. I sat up, straddling him. This makes his blush deepen.
"In answer to your earlier question, I'm better than okay. I'm perfect, but you already know that, don't you?" He rolled his eyes after I gave him a wink. "Can you get off of me now?" I smiled at him. "You don't have to pretend anymore, Hic. We're alone now." If looks could kill, Hiccup would be throwing axes at my head.
How long do you intend to keep this up, Frost?
Hiccup's POV
He's so full of himself! Something is obviously bothering him, but he insists on teasing me!
I then decided that I'd play along with him, maybe that'll make him stop. "Oh, snowflake. What'll happen if we do this now? What will we look like to the outside world?" He laughed heartily at my performance. "Who cares, my love? You are the only world I have."
I rolled my eyes and gave my response. "You make me sick, Frosty." My insult only made his toothy grin grow. "That's from the butterflies I give you. Isn't that right, Hic?" He leaned closer to me, his facing edging closer to mine. "Yep, I can even hear your heartbeat. Are you really that attracted to me?" Damn that smirk. It's not fair that he can be so calm and so close. He's not lying though, my heart is racing. I kind of wish he were lying.
"Are you this full of yourself for everyone else, too?" He gave me a small but genuine smile. "Sorry, Hic. You're the first." Hic you dumbass! You know how he feels about no one seeing him. To my surprise, he doesn't really seem bothered by my carelessness. His small smile actually grew.
It kind of scares me.
Jack's POV
When I realized that I wasn't upset at the mention of no one other than Hic seeing me, I couldn't help but smile. He's helping me. To be honest, I don't think I'd mind if Hiccup was the only one to ever see me. You say that now, but you won't when he's dead. You'll move on from him in no time, but you'll move onto misery and loneliness. Isn't interesting how easily a light can be snuffed out, Frost?
Damn it! Do you have to ruin everything? I love Hiccup, and I could never forget him. Not even if I wanted to.
Well that's going to be hell for you, isn't it? Because you will want to. You will want nothing more than to forget the brat that left you alone to suffer. Unless, of course, you just leave him. He could be the one to suffer instead.
I'd rather be tortured for centuries than ever hurt Hic.
Then you're in luck. That's exactly what's going to happen. Let's see how much you'd rather be tortured when he's in the casket of your dreams.
Just get out of my fucking head, Pitch.
Author's POV
How's that for a chapter?! Pitch is such a dick, though. It pains me to write him. So, um. Another dick is going to be introduced. Get your mind out of the gutter, I was talking about Snotlout. I'm trying to fill everyone's needs, is it working?