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Chapter 6

Jackson reached the castle in no time. Foul mood clearly shown on his face. He went straight into the stables and dismounted himself from his russet horse. The stable workers frantically took the reins of the Prince's horse and led it inside its shed.

Jackson did not bother to give acknowledgement to the stable boy like he usually did for his mood got the best of him. 'Damn, this heat must be getting to me,' he thought to himself.

He went straight inside the main door of the castle, briskly and stompingly walking up the stairs and heading straight to his designated bedchamber. The maids and workers would eventually stop from cleaning and would bow their dutifully to acknowledge the presence of the Crown Prince. The Prince would nod his head in return but his scornful expression was evident on his face. And it did not take long for him to reach his room for he was walking with longer strides than usual.

He went inside, quickly removing his coat and gloves. The sun was still high up in the sky, shoving afternoon sunlight inside the windows of their bedchambers. The Crown Prince never rested at this time of the day but his body was screaming tiredness and sleepiness which the Prince was all the more willing to comply with. He took off his shiny black shoes then strode close to the right side of the bed, laying his back on the soft fabric that the mattresses provided.

He took deep breaths as he allowed the silence deafen his ears. 'Indeed, it's hard to forget, I wish you did though, brother,' he thought before he permitted his lids to cover his brown eyes in his attempt to will himself to sleep.

Sudden footsteps sounded inside the room which he figured to be Jack's. Jack took off his gloves and coat the same manner his brother did, only that his version was not rushed but rather with care. "Jackson, what was that about?" he asked, looking over the sleeping form of his brother.

No answer was heard. Jack removed his shoes, thinking, 'Ah~ much better.'

"I know that you are awake, Jackson. Your face is scrunched right now, answer me," Jack said, walking close to the left side of the bed. He sat at the mattresses then rested his back at the headboard.

Jack awaited a reply from his brother but he eventually got tired of waiting. He started to poke his brother in his sides and the older of the two opened his eyes and giggled for he was ticklish on his sides.

Jack smirked as he watched his brother squirm. "Stop it, Jack, I'm serious," Jackson said with half-lidded eyes.

Jack continued to poke his brother, ignoring his brother's order.

Although Jackson was giggling, deep in his mind the playful act annoyed him. Jackson grabbed the hand of his twin brother then shoved it away forcefully, saying, "I am serious, Jack. Leave me to rest for a bit," then he turned his back at his brother right after saying those words.

Jack stared at his brother then looked at his hand. Jack was puzzled for his brother never grabbed his hand that way, more likely threw it off in anger. Jack massaged his wrist then furrowed his brows. He sat there in silence as he listened to his brother's even breaths, clearly showing that his brother was indeed asleep now.

"He must be really tired, huh?" he said to no one.

Jamie knocked on the door, waiting for someone to respond. He waited for footsteps but he heard none and thought the Princes were not in their room. He moved his feet away from the room only to be shocked when the door suddenly open, revealing a man with a bundle of snow-white hair. "Oh hey, Jamie." Jack said while going out of the room and closing the door behind him.

"So? What happened?" Jamie asked.

Jack shrugged then answered, "He said that he's just tired."

"Do you think he is telling the truth?"

Jack sighed, "No, not really but I seriously don't know why he is being this way."

Jamie looked thoughtful, "Well, he sure is a hard one to figure out sometimes. He must be so used to hiding what he feels that he never tells us what's bothering him."

Jack looked at Jamie then asked, "Do you think being the Crown Prince has something to do with his behaviour?"

Jamie nodded, "It's just my opinion though, Jack. But yes, I do think so. Heck, I've been with you two since we were kids and I know that he used to be as mischievous as you but now….he abruptly changed. Still a butt sometimes, I know, but….he's just not the same."

Jack hummed in response, looking away from Jamie to stare at the light peeking inside one of the windows of the hallway. Jamie surveyed Jack's reaction until his eyes landed on Jack's bare feet. Jamie pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head, "Jack, where are your shoes?"

Jack averted his eyes from the windows then looked questioningly at Jamie. He wiggled his toes and realized what Jamie was saying and he childishly smiled while chuckling, "Oops, bad habits never die."

After a long day, the sun decided to sink down the mountains, allowing the moon to take over the skies. Stars sparkled like diamonds in the sky, tantalizing the eyes of Jack as he watched them from the porch.

Jamie tapped his shoulder, saying, "Jack, wake Jackson up. Dinner is ready."

Jack nodded and said, "Alright." He did not waste any minute and he went straight into the bedchambers, opening the doors and closing it behind him. He stared at his brother first before making his way at the left side of the bed, 'Will he get mad if I woke him now?' he asked himself but then shrugged his shoulders and chuckled, 'Since when did I care?'

He immediately jumped at his brother's sleeping form, tickling him awake. Jackson woke up from his slumber, groaning madly.

"Argh…geez, Frosty. Stop!" He ordered.

"Not until you stand up and eat dinner, Jackson."

"Alright, alright, I'm up. Gods, you're heavy," Jackson said, pushing the snow-haired prince off of him.

The younger prince moved out of the bed, grabbing his brother's coat and shoes, motioning it to his brother, silently telling him to dress up.

The Crown Prince sat up, resting his two feet on the floor. He yawned, stretching one of his arms up and scratching his eye with the other, "How long have I been sleeping?"

"All afternoon, man. You're out like a light," replied the other.

"Oh, will I be able to sleep tonight though," Jackson said, grabbing the coat from Jack's hand, putting his arms on the sleeves and buttoning it up.

Jack smirked, "No idea, man. How I about you tell me what pissed you off earlier then I'll do it again. You'll be knocked out till sunrise."

Jackson craned his head at his brother, his eyebrow inquisitively shot up, "I said it's nothing."

"Yeah, right. Tell that to the maids and stable workers."

A knock was heard from the door and a face with brunette-hair peeked inside, saying, "Uhm, guys, please hurry up. They are all in the Great hall already."

The twins nodded. Jackson wore his shoes then scanned his image through the mirror, "We're good to go."

The walk to the Great Hall was uneventful. The trio was unusually quiet, not one of them uttered a word. After a few minutes, they finally reached the stairs leading down to the Great Hall, and the trio could already hear the animated voice of King Fergus who seemed to be narrating about the bear battle once again. The twins plastered a smile on their faces, looking at each other, "Same old tale but never gets old," they said in unison.

King Fergus averted his attention from Lord Pitch then opened his arms to welcome the presence of the three, "Oh, ye're just in time, lads! A was about to tell the good part, go on, have a seat!" he ordered with no authoritative tone but with a joyous one.

The twins bowed then took seats across from each other just like what they did yesterday. The King was about to tell his story when the Queen cut in suddenly, "So, how did you find the Kingdom, dear Princes?"

Jack and Jackson looked at the Queen, giving her their famous and charming smile which made Merida roll her eyes. "This place is lovely, your Highness, the townspeople seems to be enjoying their lives here and I especially enjoy the townsquare entertainment with that joyous melody the men were playing," Jackson answered.

"Good to hear that ye enjoyed the tour, Crown Prince, ye have tah look forward for the feast we have prepared in four days time," Queen Elinor informed with a prim smile. She averted her eyes from the Crown Prince and met eyes with the white-haired Prince, "How about ye, Prince Jack? How do ye find Dunbroch?"

Jack smiled wider, "I had the same observation as my brother, your Highness, this place is indeed marvelous and filled with life," he said, pausing to remember the boy whom Merida talked to earlier, "and it seems your kingdom is filled with interesting people," he added.

The Queen smiled and asked, "How could ye say so, young prince?"

"For one, the Princess is a sweetie for being close to commoners. The ability to overlook status was something worth admiring, isn't that right, Jackson?" Jack answered, raising his eyebrows while he looked at his brother.

Jackson furrowed his brows and looked questioningly at his brother then nodded, "Indeed."

The Queen craned her head to look at the Princess, who was deeply scowling at the moment, "Merida, did ye sneak out of yer duty and seek for Heccup again?"

Merida glared daggers at the white-haired prince for ratting her out then looked at her mother with a sigh, "Yea, A did, mom."

The Queen shook her head with a sigh, "A apologize for mah daughter's behaviour, I'll be sure it won't happen again," she said while looking alternately at the two princes and then at Lord Pitch.

"No, it was not much of a concern, your Highness. As a matter of fact, it was me who suggested that we ended the tour right away, we just came to the conclusion that we would enjoy the tour by experiencing it by ourselves with no need for someone to explain," Jack said.

The Queen accepted Jack's defence and nodded her head, "If ye say so, Prince Jack," she said with a smile.

Merida pouted, staring intently at Jack, thinking on how the Prince knew that she stalked off to see her friend, 'Ye'r so dead later,' she thought.

Lord Pitch looked displeased, staring at Jack, silently telling him that they will have a talk about this matter later. This notion made Jack roll his eyes.

King Fergus cleared his throat and spoke, "Oh well, let's end the pleasantries and hear my story out!"

Jack moved his head to look at the King then smiled with eyes glinting in excitement, "Please do, your Highness!"

The King did not waste any minute to start his tale about the bear he fought. Prince Jack listened with interest, whereas, his brother seemed too occupied with cutting the meat on his plate.

Jamie looked at the grim face of the Crown Prince and could not help but wonder on what was going on in Jackson's head. He averted his eyes from the Crown Prince to look at the triplets who seemed to be chatting with the Princess. Jamie, being a momentary eavesdropper, stepped closer to listen at the triplets and Princess' conversation.

"Ye went tah see Heccup and didn't bring us with ye!?" one of the triplets said whom Jamie guessed to be Hamish.

"Is he comin' tah the fest?" Harris asked.

"Nae, he never goes tah the fest," Hubert answered his brother.

"Actually, he will go!" Merida said to his brothers. The triplets looked at their sister with wide-eyes which soon distorted into mischievous smiles, clearly plotting a prank on the poor boy.

"Don't ye dare," Merida warned her brothers and the triplets nodded their heads frantically.

Merida knew his brothers all-too-well and she could definitely tell that they will still mess with Hiccup. The triplets like Hiccup a lot for he would give the kids a ride on his horse and would sometimes grab berries for them to eat but these notions never did exempted Hiccup from being targeted by the triplets. Hiccup, in return, would naturally get annoyed but would always surprisingly forgive them.

Jackson heard the conversation that the siblings had and his mood immediately perked up, 'A fest, huh?' he thought to himself. He chuckled to his self while he continuously converse with his self, 'Don't tell me that Hiccup is going to compete…he'll be crushed.'

Jack peeled his eyes off the King to chance a glance at his brother who seemed to be deep in thoughts. He immediately noticed the Crown Prince's change in mood, 'He seems alright now.'

The rest of the dinner went on that way with the King telling his story to Prince Jack, with Merida and triplets talking about the upcoming fest, with Jackson and Jamie listening and thinking over the sibling's conversation and with the Queen and Lord talking about business matters regarding both of their Kingdom's welfare.

As the trio was walking outside of the great hall to retreat back into their bedchambers, a voice stopped the trio in their tracks.

"Jack, follow me," Pitch said.

Jackson and Jamie watched Jack follow Pitch. Jamie waited to see the two disappear into the corner before speaking, "Will he be in big trouble, Jackson?"

Jackson looked at Jamie then answered blandly, "If it's Pitch, it will always be about trouble."

Jamie stared at Jack then spoke softly, voice tinted with concern, "Are you not worried?"

"He can handle his self….he always does," was all the Crown Prince supplemented as a reply.

Pitch walked quietly and the white-haired Prince followed the man with no questions or protests. They went past corners and stairs until they stopped in front of ornate-looking double doors. Pitch pushed the doors open with both hands then entered the room which Jack figured out to be the library.

Pitch motioned Jack to sit in one of the chairs and the latter silently obliged. The older man paced around the room, looking at the books before glaring venomously over at Jack.

"Are you aware of what you've done?" the Lord asked.

Jack did not answer and instead stared at the flickering lights of the room.

Pitch waited but eventually got mad at the silent treatment that the Prince was giving him. He stopped in front of the Prince and pounded his palms onto the table which startled the white-haired Prince.

"What?" was all the Prince said.

"Your brother is here to court the Princess of Dunbroch, why would you suggest a notion against it?"

"Geez, it's not such a big deal, I only said that we end the stupid tour, I didn't tell her not to marry my brother if he ever asks," the Prince replied.

"That's not the point here! It was a way for them to get clo-," Pitch said but was cut off by the sudden intrusion of the Prince.

"If you think that a stupid tour would get the two of them together then you are very wrong, uncle. You should avoid romance novels as reference for your ploy," Jack said, standing up to head towards the door.

"I am not done talking to you yet, Jack!" Pitch said, sending a sharp stare at the Prince's retreating form.

The Prince did not respond and continued walking. Eventually, Pitch removed his venomous stare at Jack and replaced it with a calm and smug look, "It must still be painful for you, isn't it?" Pitch said with his usual mocking tone.

The Prince stopped his steps then craned his head halfway, not looking at Pitch, "What are you talking about?"

Pitch smiled darkly, "You know what I am talking about, Jack. We know on how much you wish to be in your brother's place."

Jack laughed, "How stupid, don't put me at the same likes of you."

Pitch expressionlessly walked closer to the Prince then stood two steps away from where Jack stands, "You can deny all you want but I've seen the envy in your eyes when you look at your brother."

Jack did not say anything and just looked straight outside the double doors.

Pitch tucked his hands behind his back then walked, passing by the Prince. He stopped walking and then turned his full body in front of the Prince, "I would know, Jack….I always had the same look as you do," Pitch stated darkly and right after saying those words, Pitch left the Prince to his thoughts.

The Prince in return could not help but grit his teeth in anger with fists clenching tightly.

(Flashback)

"Dad! Look, look, it's snowing!" Jack said, pulling at the coat of his father.

King Manlius stopped reading the parchment in his hand then looked at the window where his son was pointing, "Indeed, Jack," the King said, ruffling the kid's white hair.

Jack gave a giddy smile, jumping around and waving his hands in the air, "Let's build a snowman, dad!"

King Manlius did not seem to notice what his son said for he was back to reading, making the white-haired Prince pout, "Daaad!"

The King looked up from his parchment once again, "Yes, son?"

Jack scowled, "I said, let's build a snowman! It would be fun, dad, can we? Pleaaaseee?" the white-haired Prince demanded.

"I am so sorry, Jack but I am busy right now," the King replied, walking out of the room, leaving the young Prince to his self.

Jack pouted and threw tantrum at the air, he poundedly made his way to his room, plopping to the sheets of his bed and watching the soft fall of snow down from the skies. His lids drooped down and dreams clouded his mind.

He woke up to the sound of elves cleaning the room. He did not move from his spot and just listened at the conversation the elves were having.

"King Manlius must really love his sons, playing with them given his busy schedule."

The maid looked at Jack, checking if the kid was awake and when she deemed that the Prince was deep asleep, she spoke, "More like, loves his older son."

"Oh, how can you say so?"

"Oh, I almost forgot that you're new here. Well, how do I put this, this is just based on what most of us had observed but when we see the younger prince demand attention from his father, it quickly gets denied but if it is the older one, the King would always give the time of the day."

"Eh? But the King always gives a loving expression on both the Princes."

"True, but it had always been that way. I guess Prince Jackson is given more importance…with him being the Crown Prince and all."

Prince Jack wildly stood up from his bed, staring madly at the two startled elves. The two paled and looked at each other then clumsily curtsied.

The little Prince did not pay attention to the two, trying to forget the things he heard. He ran straight out of the room in hurried steps, running at the halls with a scowl on his face.

To the elves that were unaware of what happened, they only thought that the Prince was just doing his usual run on the hallways where he would pretend he was flying by tying a light blanket on his neck. Little did they know that the Prince was trying hard not to allow a tear to drop as he remembered all the conversations he heard about the preference of the King for his brother. He had always tried to forget about all of it and put a smile on his face but the thoughts never did left him.

He ran through hallways for a good quarter hour then stopped to catch his breath, resting his hands on his knees.

A fit of joyous giggle sounded outside of the window close to Jack. He took deep breaths in his attempt to catch up with it. He went close to the door-sized window only for his sorrow to turn into fury. There, outside the window, was his father and older brother, playing around in the snow. That one thing he asked his father to do with him.

Jack bit his lower lip, blinking his teary-eyes, "No, I would not cry…." He stilled his breaths, clenching the railings of the window, "Father…can you not see me?"

(End of Flashback)

Jack tried to calm his self down as he made his way back into their bedchambers, 'How dare he think I'm like him…? He reached their room and opened the door, expecting his brother inside but the sight that met him was emptiness, there was no sign of his brother being inside the room at all.

He glanced around and searched for his brother, "Where is he?" Jack asked to the air, not really expecting a reply.

He stood by a table and thought of any places his brother could be and then his eyes wandered to where a hood and a shepherd stick used to lay. They were nowhere to be seen and Jack found the answer to his question.

"A'm tellin' ye, Heccup. Trolls exist and steal yer socks, only the left ones tho', what's with tha'?" Gobber said, grabbing meat from the table and contentedly chewing it.

Hiccup chuckled at the ridiculousness of Gobber's words, "Gobber, I hunted for trolls in the woods and never seen one."

Gobber raised one of his brows and replied, "Did A forgot tah tell ye tha' a hideous name drives away gnomes and trolls?"

Hiccup pouted and deadpanned, "Are you saying that my name is hideous?"

Gobber smirked, "Nae, just ridiculous," he said, laughing.

"Yeah, as if being named after gob isn't ridiculous," Hiccup deadpanned, drinking water.

Gobber shrugged his shoulders, seemingly unaffected by Hiccup's hint of ridicule on his name, "But A must sey, the Princess was righ' when she said yer name fits ye!"

"Gobber, the name made me sound like I'm the runt of the litter," Hiccup said.

"A smart runt, A tell ye," Gobber retorted, yawning, "Neways', A'm headin' tah bed, be sure tah lock up," he exclaimed and rose from his chair then walked to rest in his room.

Hiccup grabbed the dirty dishes then cleaned and scrubbed them with water until the plates and pots were clean. After he finished tidying up, he put the fire out then made his way to the stairs of his own room.

He pulled off the blankets and climbed in, covering his body up to the chin in his attempt to block out the cold. It did not take long for him to doze off into sleep for the work at the forge was starting to get to him.

He swore that he was already having a good dream when taps from his window echoed through the comforting silence of his room. He immediately opened his eyes then sat up, craning his head to look at his window, 'Gosh, Merida, can't you wake me up like a normal person would do?'

He stepped onto the floor, looking at his feet, 'I forgot to remove my fake leg.'

He sleepily made his way to the window and wrenched the lock to open it. A pebble went straight into his face which greatly annoyed him but luckily, it was not painful enough to bruise.

Hiccup shouted, loud enough to be considered a whisper, "What are you doing, Mer!?"

Hiccup stared down with a scowling face, expecting a scoff from the redhead but what met his eyes surprised him. It was not Merida who was standing before him but it was the shepherd whom he met last night.

The Crown Prince could clearly see the confusion of the freckled boy for one of his eyebrows was raised and his mouth was open.

"You might want to close that mouth or else flies would thrive in it," Jackson said.

"What exactly are you doing here?" Hiccup asked with brows still raised but with slightly closed his mouth, "better yet, how did you know that I live here?" he added.

The Crown Prince gave his winning smile that sure was enough to make women melt off their feet, "Can you come down for a minute and talk to me?"

Hiccup furrowed and asked, "Why should I?"

"Hate to threaten but there are plenty of pebbles here, more than enough until the sun rises," Jackson smirked.

"Yeah, as if," Hiccup said, moving to close his window with eyes never leaving the stranger below.

Jackson noticed that Hiccup was closing his window so he shrugged and said to his self, 'Alright, he should have known that I am persistent,' he crouched down to grab a handful of pebbles and was about to throw one but stopped midair when he saw Hiccup staring at him in-curiously and windows left forgotten.

"You can't be serious," Hiccup deadpanned.

Jackson smirked, puffing his chest.

"Alright, fine!" Hiccup gave in and left the window open to get outside and meet the stranger.

Jackson could not help but grin, 'Well, that was easy.'

And it did not take long for Hiccup to reach the front door and yank it open, "You better make this quick and meaningful, mister," Hiccup threatened.

Jackson could only smirk at Hiccup's adorable attempt to be threatening, 'Was that supposed to scare me?'

"I just need someone to talk to, preferably someone who does not know me," Jackson said.

"Why not talk to your sheep then," Hiccup said, "they can't judge whatever you have to say if that is what's worrying you."

Jackson shrugged, "Oh come on, of course I will need a response which a sheep could not provide."

"Alright, so what is this about?" Hiccup said, crossing his arms and tapping his foot. Hiccup put up his hands and added, "Wait, answer that later, let's get inside, it is freezing out here."

Hiccup motioned his hands for Jackson to follow which the latter happily obliged.

"Hmmm, cozy," Jackson said as he entered inside the house. He could not help but wonder why the Princess would bring Hiccup on the stables rather than inside Hiccup's home the last time they talked, 'If he's so freely allowing strangers in, why would they chat inside the stables?'

Hiccup ignored the chestnut-haired man's comment and went straight to the fireplace to make fire, "Sit anywhere you like and start talking."

Jackson smiled then pulled one of the chairs nestled under a small dinner table, "Your house is pretty small and…woody."

"Great observation," Hiccup deadpanned. The fire lit at the hearth, enveloping the small dinner-kitchen room with its warmth and light.

Hiccup stood up from kneeling then wobbled his way to the seat across from the chestnut-haired man, "So?"

Jackson was staring off at the ceiling, clearly enchanted with cobwebs that he had never seen at their castle. His gaze and wonder left him to avert his eyes on the eyes of the freckled boy.

"Are you just going to stare or what?" Hiccup asked, crossing his arms.

Jackson sighed and said, "I got mad at my brother today…"

Hiccup nodded his head in response, waving his left hand as his cue to continue with the story.

"We were walking around town earlier and," Jackson paused, averting his eyes from Hiccup, "something happened."

Hiccup uncrossed his arms to rest his elbows at the table and hold his chin, "You're not telling me everything. What's this something happened? Let me guess, it's childish?"

Jackson brought his eyes back to Hiccup, only to sigh again, "It's just that…I got mad for no reason at all…"

Hiccup shot his eyebrow up in confusion, "You are starting to sound like my friend."

Jackson almost giggled at Hiccup's comment for he knows who the freckled boy was talking about.

"No one gets mad for no reason though, you might want to elaborate with your story," Hiccup said.

"Well, he made a comment that aggravated me, childish, I know."

"What kind of comment?"

"Complimentary…I guess?"

"To whom?"

'To you,' Jackson answered with his mind, eyes never leaving Hiccup's, "Just someone."

"Sounds like jealousy," Hiccup said as he yawned, stretching his arms above his head.

"No, it's not!"

"What is it then?" Hiccup asked as he yawned again.

'Impossible,' Jackson thought as he thought over the boy's gender and amount of time he had met the kid, 'I only met this boy for like a day after all.' "Maybe I am…but not because of this someone, I think. But probably because my brother could freely express what's on my mind that I can never express for myself."

"What stops you from doing so then?"

Jackson pondered over the question. He was not sure if he should mention his royalty status with the boy so he just sighed, defeated, "I don't know."

Hiccup raised his brow, "I thought you wanted someone who does not know you to talk about things, what's stopping you?"

Jackson chuckled, "Maybe because I want more things for us to talk about the next we meet?" he grinned, resting his elbows at the table and cupping his chin.

"Please tell me that you are not being serious right now."

Jackson smirked in response and tried to move their conversation, "Are you going to the brawnfest?"

"Why is everyone hyped up for the brawn fest," Hiccup said with an uninterested sigh, resting his chin on the table and flopping his hands down at his side. Jackson could not help but think that Hiccup looks like a sloth in his current position.

Jackson thought over the question, "…Maybe because fearlings would be there…? New challenge for Dunbroch knights, maybe?"

Hiccup's expression changed from sleepy to grim, "So is their princes, how stupid."

Jackson could not help but furrow his brows and questioningly asked, "Do you have a problem with the princes?"

Hiccup moved his eyes up to meet the gaze of the chestnut-haired man, 'All of the problems actually,' he said to his self. "No, I just hate them." And Hiccup could only think that hate was too soft of a word for what he feels inside.

Jackson looked at Hiccup; confusion was clouding his mind, "Why would you hate them? Did they do something wrong to you?"

'Not them but their father had,' "I am not obligated to tell you my reason, all I would tell you is that I never would want to associate myself with those two."

"What would you do if you were to meet them face to face?"

'Grab a knife and drive it through them….' Hiccup wanted to say those words so much but he just shrugged his shoulders in reply.

Jackson waited for him to speak but he noticed that he was not going to relay his answer so he took it upon his self to break the silence, "I guess, not everyone likes the Princes, huh?"

Hiccup laughed at the ridiculousness of his question, "If there are people who deny the existence of God whom everyone was supposed to love, how could one person believe that every single person in the world would appreciate them."

'I know that….I just did not think that you are one of those who would blatantly hate me…,' was all Jackson thought, "But what if you really were to meet them?"

Hiccup stared at the Prince, "Meet them once and never see them again." 'Because six feet under, they would go.'

Jackson thought it over. He knew that Hiccup hates them for a reason and that reason was something Hiccup was not willing to answer. He found out that telling the boy his name would deter any plans he had to become his friend, "Alright," Jackson said, raising his hands up in surrender.

Silence took over and Hiccup yawned, "So, is that all?"

Jackson noticed how tired the freckled boy was so he decided it was time for him to go. He slowly nodded, heading towards the front door, "I'll be going, thanks for the chat."

Hiccup shrugged and stood from his chair, walking towards the man to show him out as an act of courtesy. Hiccup opened the door for the man and the latter walked out. He watched the taller man take deep breaths of air and turn around to face him.

Jackson thought about the next action he would do, be honest or lie? The latter seemed to be the best route for him to take but would also be the hardest.

"Jacyn," Jackson said, holding out his right hand for the freckled boy to take.

"What?" Hiccup asked with confusion on his face.

"My name is Jacyn, just letting you know because you'll be seeing my face around for quite some time, tiny sir."

"Great," Hiccup sarcastically exclaimed while rolling his eyes.

(Jacyn is a derivation of the Hebrew name Jacan which means "Trouble.")

The Crown Prince removed the brown hood from his body as he entered the castle's kitchen room. He was happy after his talk with the young boy but could not help but think about the hatred that the boy partly expressed to him.

"I wonder…" he muttered to the air.

He walked past corners and rooms, making his way straight to his bedchamber. It only took him a few strides to reach it, thanks to his long legs.

He opened the door silently to not wake up his brother. He walked slowly and perched his costume down the table.

"Sneaky one, aren't you, brother?" a deep voice said.

Jackson craned his head to look at the icy-blue eyes of his twin. He did not say anything and went on to remove his coat and shoes.

"Went to see the kid again?" Jack asked.

Jackson sighed then peeled the covers off his side of the bed. He climbed in and laid his back in the softness that the bed provided, "Yeah, I did."

"Man, you didn't tag me along. So, how did it go?" Jack thought that it went well for his brother looked more relaxed now than he did earlier.

"He hates us," was the only reply he supplement.

Jack furrowed his brows, sitting up to look down at his brother's sleepy face, "Wait? Why?"

Jackson shrugged his shoulders, closing his eyes, "He won't tell…"

The twins stayed at their position in silence. Jack moved, resting his back on the headboard and curling his right leg up to rest his right elbow in his knee. He stared off into the dying lights of the fireplace and said, "What's so interesting about him anyway that you have to sneak out to see him?"

Jackson opened his lids then looked at his brother's naturally pale face which was illuminated by the dying embers of fire. He did not say a word and went to close his eyes once again for he did not know the answer as well. He allowed the darkness and dreams take over the consciousness of his mind.

Jack looked at his brother's sleeping form, knowing all too-well that his brother was not faking his slumber.

"If you are not going to tell me, then I'll find it out myself." He said before the fire burned out.

I apologize for the bad chapter ending XD