It was a pretty boring day in Jack's opinion.

Sure, it was a nice day, the sun was shining, birds were singing, not too hot, not too cold. Finals were almost over, so there was that little buzz in the air from all the other students getting ready to head home for the holidays. And there were some students hanging out in the park near the dorms playing Frisbee or catch or just hanging out.

But it was still boring.

Jack sighed heavily. He wasn't really in the mood to play any video games, and Hiccup didn't trust him alone in the kitchen (especially after Jack decided to experiment with a batch of cookies some weeks ago), so cooking and baking was out of the question. Nothing good was on TV, not even anything worth being background noise.

He shifted around on the couch until his face was buried in one of the cushions and his feet were hanging over the armrest on the other side. Jack lifted his head and stared at the door, he heard soft but quick padding coming from Hiccup's room and grunted when Toothless jumped on him and made himself at home on Jack's head, releasing a rumbling purr.

While the two stared, waiting for the freckled boy to come back from his last final of the day, Jack sighed again.

It was a perfectly normal day. What was making it so boring?

Was it the missing presence of his boyfriend? No, he dealt with that everyday since the two only had one class together and they both came back to their dorm around seven. And they'd also text each other in-between classes, since Hiccup didn't like texting during class, but sometimes Jack just couldn't help it (it was incredibly important to remind Hiccup how adorable his freckles were).

Lack of noise? Nah, Jack may be a kid stuck in the body of a college student, but even he needed some peace and quiet sometimes.

Video games? Nuh uh. Their games were meant to be played together and it would "somehow" turn into a competition (Jack was both proud and a bit ticked off that Hiccup was ahead of him in Marvel vs Capcom by five wins, the guy was a nerd through and through, but he could kick ass when he put his mind to it).

Nothing to do?...Okay that may be it, but he and Hiccup had a couple of those days before, and they never felt this boring (Granted, if they didn't have any homework they'd end up fooling around which turned a dull day into a delightful one).

On that thought, Jack got an idea.

And no, it wasn't to jump Hiccup's bones when he walked through that door.

He'd save that for after finals...that is, if they weren't dead by the end of the week.

That evening, Hiccup came home to find his boyfriend tapping away on his laptop and his cat attempting to jump on said boyfriend's face.

"Uh...I'm back?"

Jack looked up.

"Hey Hiccup!"

"Hey," The brunette grabbed the black cat mid-jump and sat down, dropping his bag on the floor, "what have you been up to?"

"Well," Jack put his laptop on the table, "I was feeling pretty bored today, which got me thinking about what we usually do on those particularly boring days," here he gave Hiccup a suggestive look, in turn the boy blushed, "and then I remembered that one time I gave you a hickey but you didn't find out until that one guy in our history class, you know, that one that keeps flirting with you, pointed it out."

Hiccup's blush became darker, remembering that day.

"So I thought, 'we should make those kinds of marks more permanent', y'know?"

Hiccup narrowed his eyes, he raised a hand to cover the side of his neck, almost protectively, "What are you trying to say?"

Jack smirked, "As much as I enjoy sucking at your neck and listening to those wonderful sounds you make, Hic, that isn't what I had in mind."

"Then what?"

"Tattoos."

"Tattoos?"

"Tattoos," the white-haired teen was grinning, "We can get something that reminds us of each other, like you can get a snowflake and I'll get a dragon!"

"You mean like...those full-body dragon tattoos?"

"I was thinking maybe something small, like, shoulder-size."

"...How much would it cost?"

"Is that a yes?"

"Maybe."