Partially written in celebration of finishing my finals and partially because a lot of people seemed to like the idea on tumblr.

Please enjoy!

It was reaching twilight when Jack dragged himself to the dorms, his backpack hanging limply off his shoulder.

He had just taken his last final of the semester and was more than ready to spend the weekend playing video games and cuddling with Hiccup before packing up to head home for their winter break.

Upon reaching their shared apartment, Jack heard the familiar -step-thump-step- of his boyfriend and quickly unlocked the door, a loving greeting of 'Honey, I'm home~!' upon his lips.

But his senses were suddenly hit with the most heavenly scent. He took a deep breath.

"Oh my gods, Hic, are you making roast beef?" he sighed blissfully.

"It's in the oven, it's almost done," the brunet replied, his voice coming from the kitchen, not sounding all there. Jack was about to join him, slightly concerned, but something on their dining table caught his eye.

"Uhhh...Hic?"

"Mmhm?"

"Are those uh...towers of macaroons?"

On the table were three towers of plates stacked on top of each other. Smooth, multicolored cookies covered the surface of each story, each level a different color, showing an idea of their flavor. There were so many of them, they were stacked on top of each other, Jack could barely see the cups holding the plates up.

"Macarons," Hiccup corrected, "Macaroons are made with coconut and almond paste and sometimes dipped in chocolate, macarons are the more popular ones and are more of a meringue cookie made with almonds."

"Gotcha," he replied, walking around the table and marveling at the towers, "I think you made enough for the entire floor, Hic."

"Did I?" Hiccup didn't look up from his mixing bowl, filled with a pale yellow cream that was giving off a light sweet smell, "Can you take out the roast? It needs to cool for a bit before we can eat it."

"Sure thing," Jack pulled on a pair of snowflake-printed oven mitts and carefully took out the tray with the roast and another with vegetables and placed it on the stovetop. Taking note of the floury mess next to him, Jack gave Hiccup a worried look, "How'd your day go? You had all your finals today, right?"

Hiccup nodded stiffly, "Mmhm."

"Are you okay?"

Pausing in his mixing, Hiccup placed the bowl on the counter with shaky hands, but still clutching it tightly, releasing a trembling sigh, "Y-yeah, just...just trying to get rid of some nerves."

"I'm sure you did great, Hiccup," Jack gently nudged his side, "You're smart, and you've been studying practically nonstop this past week."

Hiccup let out a noncommittal noise, finally stopping his mixing and taking a tray of (presumably) empty cream puffs and chocolate éclairs and...was that a giant...pastry ring?

"Hey Hic?"

"Hm?"

"What's with the giant ring?"

"It's a Paris-Brest," he took out a tall glass from a cabinet.

"A what?"

"It's basically a big ring-shaped cream puff usually filled with pastry cream and other things," Hiccup took out a plastic icing bag and pulled the top over the glass, "I was thinking of putting in chocolate ganache."

"Sooooo, I'm guessing you had a long day."

"You could say that," He slowly poured half the pastry cream into the bag.

Jack sat down at the dining table, resisting the urge to sneak a macaron, "Talk to me, Hiccup."

Hiccup pleated the top of the bag and picked up a cream puff, sticking the metal tip into the side.

"I had fifteen minutes in-between finals, I haven't been able to eat anything at all today, I've had two and a half cups of black coffee and I'm really not liking the bitter taste in my mouth right now and my stomach has been cramping up and I think it's trying to eat itself."

As he spoke, he continued to fill the rest of the tray.

"And in the middle of my last final, I almost burst into tears for no apparent reason and when I got out I swear I was seeing stars and I was just about ready to collapse so right now I'm just running on caffeine and adrenaline and I suddenly can't stop shaking and I'm not sure I should even be standing right now, but I really need to do this or I might go crazy and now I'm realizing I don't have enough chocolate to make the ganache."

Taking in a deep breath, Hiccup set the last cream puff on the tray and left the near-empty icing bag on the counter.

Jack took this moment to lead him to a chair, "Okay, it was a long day that was both physically and mentally exhausting, and you need to sit down and take a couple breaths," he rubbed Hiccup's shoulders, "What kind of chocolate do you need?"

"Can you get Ghiradelli? Hershey's is too sweet, no...maybe I should use the store brand?"

"I'll look for Ghiradelli, but right now," Jack took out two plates, an actual knife, and some plastic ware, "We're gonna get something in our stomachs before we pass out, let's rip apart that roast, 'kay?"

He released a breath, "Okay...can you get bittersweet? If you can't, dark is fine. I just need a bag."

"Yeah, don't worry, by the way, what happened to the last half of your coffee?"

"I...I couldn't finish it, I almost threw up..."

"I'll pick up some antacid too."

"Thanks."

"Hey Hic, sorry it took a while," Jack shut the door behind him with his foot, "I got you your chocolate but then I saw a sale on hot chocolate, and I figured since you probably hate the sight of coffee right now-"

Again, Jack was caught off-guard by their dinner table, "Was I gone that long?"

Hiccup was currently using a fork to drizzle caramel over the cream puffs, which were stacked on top of each other, "No, I just felt like making croquembouche."

"Okay," Jack pulled out the bag of chocolate, "Where's the rest of the roast?"

"I sliced it up and put it in a plastic container, can you put it in the fridge?"

"Yeah, sure."

Hiccup tried to hide his grin when he heard the fridge door open.

"No..." Jack gasped, "No, you didn't!"

He muffled a laugh, "Didn't what?"

Fortunately, the pot holding the caramel wasn't hot anymore, because when Jack nearly tackled him in a hug, they almost fell on top of it.

"You made dacquoise*!" Jack nuzzled Hiccup's head, "Oh my god, Hic, I love y-! Wait."

"What? What's wrong?"

"I shouldn't be enjoying this so much."

"Why? I thought you liked chocolate-espresso dacquoise?"

"I do, I love it!" he explained, "But I shouldn't be this happy when you're stressed."

"I-I'm not...that stressed..."

"Hic, think about how much you actually made today."

"...Okay, you have a point," he conceded, "B-but that doesn't mean you can't enjoy desserts!"

"But how can I properly enjoy them, when you're stressed?!"

"I'm not that stressed anymore, Jack."

"You almost threw up today."

"Keyword, 'almost'," Hiccup drizzled a little more caramel, "I don't feel as sick anymore, and you shouldn't feel bad for enjoying something that makes you happy, even if someone else isn't...feeling as great."

"Yeah, but that someone else is you," Jack argued, but he sighed, "You're honestly trying to tell me you'd feel better if I ate that thing?"

"Much," answered Hiccup, "I know I bake a lot of things when everything starts feeling like too much, I'd hate for all this to go to waste."

Jack hummed thoughtfully, arms tightening around Hiccup's waist, "You got a point...but there's no way you and I are gonna finish all those macarons before we go home."

"I was thinking we could give them out to our neighbors, you did say I made about enough for all of them."

"What about the cream puffs and éclairs?"

"We can give those away too."

"And what about the, what was it...Paris-Brest?"

"I think we can finish it."

"Really? Even after the dacquoise?"

"Jack, it's small enough for one."

"Yeah, I noticed, did you make it just for me?"

Hiccup turned red, "It's your favorite."

Jack grinned and kissed his cheek, watching with glee as it turned darker, "Alright, you convinced me, let's bag those pastries and head out!"

Later that night, the two found themselves chatting quietly in the comfort of their bed.

"I almost thought we were gonna run out," Jack whispered, "I don't remember that many people living here..."

"They looked really happy," Hiccup mumbled, eyes already closed. Jack scoffed.

"Of course, we gave them gourmet desserts, straight from the master chef himself."

"I'm not that good..."

"Oh like you haven't spent months practicing all those recipes."

"Mm..."

Jack sighed, sensing Hiccup didn't want to talk about it anymore, so he happily changed the subject, "I can't wait for this weekend, eating fancy pastries, playing video games, cuddling all day and night~"

"Ugh...what a nightmare," Hiccup replied, a small smirk on his face. Jack lightly poked his cheek.

"Shush you, you love it when we cuddle."

"Whatever you say, Jack."

"At least it'll keep us distracted until we have to pack up to go home."

Hiccup's eyes snapped open, and he swiftly sat up, "I completely forgot."

"What's up, Hic?"

"I forgot that I was helping Gobber cook Christmas dinner this year."

"Oooookaaay, I don't see how tha-"

"Gobber left me in charge of the menu," he gripped his hair, "I have to think up what to make, then I need to call Gobber so he can get all the ingredients and I haven't even thought about it, and its five days away! He can't get everything we need this close to Christmas!" He quickly got out of bed.

"Hiccup?" Jack sat up.

"I need to bake something."

"Oh no you don't," Jack grabbed Hiccup's hand before he got too far away and pulled him back, "No, no, no."

"Jaaack..." Hiccup protested, grunting when Jack pulled him back into bed.

"You are going to catch up on sleep and you are going to like it, mister," Jack argued, wrapping his arms around the other boy and pulling their blanket up to his shoulders.

"But Jack..."

"We'll think about it tomorrow, tonight, we sleep," he said, holding Hiccup tightly.

"Nn..."

"Hiccup..."

"Okay..."

*Dacquoise, in this case, specifically chocolate-espresso dacquoise, is a cake made with layers of almond and hazelnut meringue, chocolate ganache, and buttercream.