Author's POV

Heh… so um, funny story really. Apparently, I'm a super-procrastinator. Who woulda guessed? …I'm really sorry. But it's one thirty in the morning. Does that make it better? Welllllll… on the bright side, it's Snoggletog!

Celebrate!

Hiccup's POV

"Snowflake? Hellllllloooo? You in there?" I knocked on his forehead. The look on his face was a heartbreaking mixture of shock and fear. I felt a sharp pain in my chest when I saw it. "Jack? You don't have to be afraid. Everything is alright."

Then he started crying. From the position we were in, the tears fell on my cheeks and down the side of my head. I lifted up my hand and wiped off his tears. That is, until he buried his head in the crook of my neck. It was almost cute. I didn't know what to do, so I just followed my instinct. I put one arm around the width of his back, and ran my free hand through his snow white hair. "It's okay, Jack. I promise. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

He tensed a little at my words, but instantly leaned into the embrace. "I-I'm sorry, Hic. I'm so s-sorry." As confused as I was, I just held him tighter.

He'll tell me when he's ready.

Jack's POV

Damn it. I hate myself. I hate myself for crying, and I hate myself for loving Hiccup.

Jaaaack. You shouldn't say that word. You don't love this foolish brat. You're being stupid. You can't love something you're afraid of.

I'm not afraid of Hic. I love him, which is something you could never understand, Pitch. You've never loved anything but yourself.

Naughty, naughty Jack. Now we're just telling lies, aren't we? It seems that you've forgotten about my little power. I know exactly what you're afraid of, Frost. It's what I know best. I wouldn't be here if you weren't afraid of him.

Please. Just go away.

I'll go away when you stop being afraid. You won't stop though. You will always be afraid of him forgetting. Always wondering why he even believed in your already-broken heart just to leave you, crushing it more.

"H-Hiccup… Why?" I whispered to him, I face still buried in his shoulder. His voice was just as soft, but it was comforting instead of scared. "Why what, Jack?" I caught my breath before answering. "Why do you b-believe? In me, I mean." I heard him laugh lightly. It made me lean in even deeper into his arms, if that was even possible.

"My dad used to tell me stories about a spirit who would bring snow to our ancestors. He was called Jokul Frosti. Dad said he was mischievous and troublesome. Now I can see what he meant." I didn't have to look at him to know he rolled his eyes and smiled a crooked smile. "I was eventually told that my mother was the one who gave those tales to my father when they were young. That winter, a particularly bad snowstorm rolled in. It reminded me of the stories, and I thought that maybe…"

He didn't finish, but I knew what he meant.

"Maybe… the stories weren't just stories after all."

Hiccup's POV

After I finished speaking, Jack stopped crying. His breathing evened out, and he fell asleep. …Damn. It's almost time to get up. From the pink starting to show at the bottom of the sky, I'd say it was roughly five thirty. Jack's chest rising and falling against mine made me tired as well.

I sighed. Not like I had any plans today, anyway. I softly closed my eyes, letting my arms fall to my sides. After all, it would look weird for me to have my arms in midair to anyone who couldn't see the poor snowflake.

My mind started to wander instead of sleep, as soon as my eyes closed. Maybe he was crying because of what I said. Should I apologize? But what if it didn't have anything to do with me? I shook my head. I moved my hand to hold his without realizing. His cool touch calmed my thoughts.

I eventually fell asleep with his hand in my grasp.

Jack's POV

"J-Jack…" Hiccup whispered as my face neared his. "I won't let go of you, Hic. I'll never let go." I tried to close the space between us, but I couldn't get closer to him. "Hic?" He looked at me with large, terrified eyes. Or rather, he looked through me. Then, he whispered something I almost didn't believe.

"Pitch?"

Author's POV

WOO

LOTS OF ANGST, BUT LOTS OF CUDDLES. Is that okay for a chapter? Guys? GUYS?