Writing something out to deal with unfamiliar feelings. Poor Hiccup, he's always my victim...
Please enjoy!
There was something wrong.
Hiccup sat on their worn couch, staring forward. He was nibbling at his lip, hard enough to turn the skin white, but gentle enough that he didn't break skin. His hands kept grasping at the cushions, trying to keep themselves in one place, gripping as tightly as they could then releasing once they felt sore.
He didn't know what was going on, as was expected whenever this happened. This feeling came often, even when he was a child.
It was really annoying.
His head was buzzing. Thoughts (if he had any) were like static. He felt restless, continuously bouncing his good foot, his other leg swaying to and fro.
His fingers stopped gripping the couch and instead began tapping themselves in a random rhythm.
He huffed, letting his foot bounce faster.
Jack was in the kitchen, making something for them to snack on, to help the both of them relax. Hiccup knew Jack would worry whenever he got into this mood, but it tended to pass quickly and the two continued with their day.
But right now...right now?
Hiccup had the strong urge to claw his face off.
Or just any part of his body, really.
It never made any sense to him, either. Did it worry his parents back when he was litt-uh, little-er? Yes, and it worried his father even now when Hiccup was well on his way to being an adult. But it was just one of those things that became a fact of life.
So Hiccup never really did much about it except deal with it.
"Okay, I got microwave mac and cheese, because I should never be trusted with a stove without supervision, or day-old ham and cheese croissant from the coffee shop put through the toaster oven, pick your poison," Jack swept into the living room with a small serving tray, placing it on the table.
Hiccup just pressed his lips together.
Jack merely put the croissant in front of the brunet, "You could use some more protein in your diet anyway, I'll deal with tasteless macaroni and powdered cheese."
"...sorry."
"What for?"
"I should...I should know how to deal with this better..."
The older teen nudged him, "Don't worry about it, Hic, it's fine, you'll be fine, I'll still be here when it passes, promise."
Hiccup let his face fall onto Jack's shoulder, "You're too good for me, Jack."
"I dunno, I'd say we're a pretty good balance, now eat your food, it'll keep your hands busy."