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With Toothless safely locked away in their bedroom to avoid being stepped on or getting cat fur in the food, Jack felt rather useless sitting there while Hiccup was running to and fro in their kitchen. But knowing Jack, something would've caught fire the moment he tried turning on the stove.

"Okay...pot roast's in the slow cooker, spinach lasagna and mini quiches are in the oven to keep warm, salad and cookies are on the counter, cream puffs are in the fridge, pie's still cooling, cheesecake's in the freezer..." Hiccup muttered, "What am I forgetting...I'm forgetting something what am I forgetting!?" he grabbed at his hair.

His cue to get up then. Jack quickly wrapped his arms around his frazzled boyfriend, "Ice cream. It's in the freezer, Hic, you're good," he rested his chin on a shoulder, "Y'know, I never thought I'd see you use all of the appliances Gobber gave us in one day, like that ice cream maker, that one was a surprise."

Hiccup was nervously biting at his thumbnail, "That's only because he gave me instructions that were almost impossible to read...like he does with all the stuff he gives us, why can't he ever just send us the instruction booklet..."

Jack pulled Hiccup's hand away from his mouth, knowing that if left there too long, he would've broken skin, "Aaand since my family's coming over to meet you, you freaked and called him up a few days ago demanding how to use that 'infernal contraption', I still think we have a few containers of strawberry-banana in our freezer. Nice flavor choice by the way."

"Why are they even coming over to our apartment, is there even going to be enough room for everyone? We should've gone to my dad's, there's more room there, or meet them at a restaurant or something, or heck, have a picnic in the park! There would be better lighting, not to mention more room to move around if they got restless I mean-!"

"Shhh-sh-sh-shhh, Hic, breathe," he patted down Hiccup's hair, soft and silky even in his nervous state, "We decided on our place because you're comfortable here, you weren't ready to introduce your dad to my family, and a restaurant and a picnic would've been too public."

"W-well I...yeah..." His shoulders started to loosen.

"And relax, my family's gonna love you, I mean, just look at Emma, she just adores you, doesn't she?"

"I-I wouldn't go that far..."

"Oh shush, she loves you," Jack stroked the back of Hiccup's hand, "And so will the rest of my family, you'll be just fine, I promise."

"You sound so sure..."

"Because I am sure," he paused to peck a freckled cheek, "And after all is said and done, we'll slip on some pj's, you can pull on my old hoodie, we'll put in a movie and veg out the rest of the night."

"But the dishes-"

Jack snorted, "Do you honestly think you'd be able to pull North away from the kitchen after seeing all the hard work you did today? He'll practically bar you from the kitchen so he can clean up. I bet he'll get Bunny and Uncle Sandy to help out too."

Hiccup stiffened, "But they're our guests! I can't let them clean up after me!"

Jack sighed and turned Hiccup to face him, holding his face between his hands, Jack looked right at him, "Hiccup, trust me when I say this, they'll want to help. Looking at this place and seeing all the food you've made just for them? They'll be over the moon and downright in love with you," he playfully squished Hiccup's cheeks, "So much so, I might have to beat them off with a stick to keep them from stealing you away, especially Bunny."

"Why Bu-I mean, Aster?"

"Please, after eating your food and seeing your artwork? I'd be surprised if he doesn't propose to you on the spot!"

Hiccup flushed a deep red.

"Sucks for him though, cause I call first dibs."

Jack was right for the most part. Despite Hiccup's worries, things went rather smoothly.

After Emma had tackled the brunet at the door and Tooth had thoroughly inspected their teeth, the two welcomed everyone in and showed them around the place.

Aster had quickly noticed the canvases and sketchbook pages hanging from the walls, all depicting at least one dragon in flight or resting in a grassy meadow. He complemented Hiccup's style and use of color, patting the poor blushing boy on the shoulder when he hid his face behind his hands.

The little handmade dragons sitting on their shelves and the living room table caught North's attention, and when he inquired Hiccup about them, mentioning that he himself enjoyed crafting, they excitedly chatted with each other about the projects they were working on before they had to be pulled apart for dinner.

Sandy signed to Hiccup, with Jack as translator, that the roast was deliciously tender and asked for the recipe. Hiccup shyly promised to write it down for the blonde man later.

Once the table was cleared, Hiccup and Jack took out the desserts. Needless to say, they were well-received. At which point, Hiccup thought his cheeks would forever be stained red.

Soon enough, the plates were picked clean and North was quick to shoo Hiccup away from the kitchen, while the others helped clean. Jack and Emma were left in charge of keeping Hiccup in one place, which was surprisingly easy when Emma convinced Hiccup to play video games with the both of them.

"That vas an excellent dinner, Hiccup!" North praised, "Such skill!"

"A-ah w-well..." he scratched the back of his head, blushing, "I-it's nothing really? Th-thank you for helping with the clean up, you really didn't have to!"

"It was our pleasure!" Tooth cheerily patted his shoulder, "With all the cooking you've done today, it was the least we could do!"

"Yeah, maybe we should invite him over for the holidays?" Aster swung an arm around Hiccup's shoulders, pulling him close, "I wouldn't mind havin' that lasagna again."

Jack waved him away, wrapping his arms around the brunet's waist, "Hands off, Bunny, he's mine, go home already!"

"Alrigh' alrigh', we'll be outta your hair soon!"

Sandy patted Hiccup's arm, a gentle reminder for the boy who swiftly slipped out of his boyfriend's hold to grab the note he had written down earlier. A pat to the cheek was his thanks.

Bidding his departing family a safe drive and a last hair ruffle for his sister, Jack heaved a sigh after closing the door, "Whew! So that was fun, yeah?"

"Yeah actually, it was," Hiccup replied, picking up the discarded controllers from the floor, "It...it wasn't as bad as I thought."

Jack walked over and pressed his lips against a freckled cheek, "I told you they'd love you."

"Mmm."

"Ready to fall asleep on the couch?"

"Mmhm..."

"Wanna get changed? I'll pick out a movie."

"Okay..."