Inspired by my friend on tumblr who was kind enough to help me brainstorm. Please enjoy!

Today was just...not good.

First, Jack had slept through his alarm and had to rush to his first class. But by the time he got there, he found out that his class was canceled, so all his panicking was for nothing.

Then he realized that in his rush, he forgot his folder at home. And with it, all his homework and notes and his midterm paper that he spent all night writing.

And of course, that stupid paper was for the one class with his asshole of a professor, who refused to accept assignments by email and would take off a letter grade everyday it was late. His other professors were a little more understanding, some would accept late work, others would take off a few points, but he was pretty much screwed for that class.

But the final nail in the coffin, at the end of the day, was when Jack stopped by the campus coffee shop for his usual drink that was more sugar than actual drink. He had barely stepped inside when someone ran into him and spilled all their coffee on him.

So there he was outside his and Hiccup's apartment, miserable and smelling like coffee, which he usually wouldn't mind smelling like, but his sticky clothes were really getting on his nerves. Hopefully Hiccup was home. He always managed to brighten Jack's spirits.

He opened the door to the sweet savory aroma of the leftover ragu sauce Hiccup made the other day. Jack's stomach growled eagerly.

Unfortunately, his head didn't the memo, and instead, Jack sat himself down at their table, head down, just...exhausted from today. Getting chewed out by your asshole professor was never fun.

Yeah, he reminded the class several times about the due date but hey, mistakes happen! It's not like Jack planned to not print out his paper and have multiple near heart attacks because he left the rest of his homework at his apartment.

And while Jack was busy mulling over his day, he didn't notice Hiccup giving him a worried glance over his shoulder.

Usually, if Hiccup came home before him, Jack would come over and joyfully announce his return and maybe wrap an arm around his waist and ask if Hiccup needed help with dinner or set up a movie or something for the two of them to watch while they ate.

Today though? His boyfriend was unnervingly quiet.

The brunet hummed quietly. They could talk about it after dinner, but for now…

Jack buried his face in his arms, the clinking and clacking of whatever Hiccup was doing was mere background noise that soothed his frayed nerves. He heard quiet footsteps coming near him, but didn't bother to pick up his head.

Something slid across the table, stopping a few inches away. Then, slim fingers weaved into his hair, gently scratching at his scalp and pulling away. Jack tilted his head to the side and felt Hiccup press his chapped lips to his exposed cheek.

Jack sat up and watched Hiccup hurry back to the stove, making sure that the sauce wasn't burning. He looked back at the table.

There was a tall glass nearly overflowing with layers of vanilla ice cream and strawberries, chunks of sponge cake from Hiccup's last baking venture, swirls of whipped cream topped with thick chocolate and strawberry syrup, and had two pirouette cookies sticking out.

Suddenly his day didn't feel so awful anymore.

And so, he felt compelled to wrap his arms around Hiccup (as he usually did, but that's another story for another day).

"Aw Hic! Dessert before dinner? You spoil me!"

Hiccup snorted, "Don't get used to it, but you should eat it before it melts."