And here he is again!

Jack the heartbreaker!

Disclaimer: see Prologue


Chapter 2

Jack was running.

He was running from the whiteness behind him toward the whiteness in front of him with whiteness around him, no goal in mind.

He didn't know why he was running or where he was running towards, but he felt like he had to run, or he would lose something important.

Then something appeared before him.

There in the distance stood Hiccup, back facing towards him. Jack wasted no time and ran harder towards the scrawny Viking, who was slowly walking away.

Even though Jack was running while Hiccup was only walking, the winter sprite felt like their distance wasn't closing. The opposite was happening instead: Hiccup was getting farther and farther away.

'HICCUP WAIT!' That seemed to get his attention as he slowly stopped walking and turned around.

The moment Hiccup looked eyes with him however, Jack felt suddenly very cold as lifeless eyes stared back at him.

It was then that the surroundings changed. Dark shapes slowly came from the white ground and the white ceiling, painting everything they touched a menacing and oddly familiar black.

Jack looked at Hiccup again and he panicked.

The dark forms were starting to wrap themselves around the small viking and Hiccup just stood there, staring blankly before him, as if his soul had left his body.

The darkness started attacking him too, but Jack evaded them quickly and started flying towards his precious 'little brother', not caring at that moment that his secret would be revealed before the pre-teen. But even while flying, it felt like an eternity before Jack finally reached him.

Jack wasted no time and started freezing and breaking those stupid appendages, but it felt like for every one he removed, ten more were coming in its place and soon only Hiccup's upper body was unstained.

Somewhere during the ordeal, the dark shapes had started pulling Hiccup into the ground, as if homing in their prey.

'DAMN HICCUP WHY AREN'T YOU RESISTING?! IS IT OUR FIGHT WE HAD IN THE GREAT HALL?! IS THAT WHAT THIS IS?!'

Hiccup was half under.

'I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT I DID TO MAKE YOU THAT MAD! DID I MESS WITH SOMEONE I SHOULDN'T HAVE, IS THAT IT?!'

At this point, the only thing still on the surface was Hiccup's head and the arm Jack was desperately holding onto.

'HICCUP I'M SORRY! COME ON, DON'T DO THIS TO ME! DON'T LEAVE! I- I- I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU TOO!'

'Jack...?'

'HICCUP!'

But it was too late. A loud roar echoed all around the blackened space and that was it. Hiccup was engulfed completely.

Jack let himself fall to the ground onto his knees, grabbing his hair tightly. He's gone? No, he can't be gone! I said I would protect him with my life! He just can't be gone!

He noticed that the limbs too were gone, having finished their task of painting everything in black and taking Jack's first and only friend from him.

'WHAT, NOW THAT YOU TOOK HICCUP YOUR WORK IS DONE HERE?' Jack yelled at the ceiling and started laughing hysterically while tears pooled out of his eyes.

He then felt a nostalgic and comforting presence behind him. A ray of light pierced through the darkness around Jack, illuminating the sprite's surroundings and keeping the dark at bay. When Jack turned around, he saw the familiar shape of the moon glowing strongly.

He got angry.

'What are YOU doing here NOW? WHERE WERE YOU A MINUTE AGO?! WHY DIDN'T YOU DO ANYTHING?!' Jack didn't expect an answer as he lowered his head to face the ground again, drowning himself in his negative thoughts.

Wake up.

'Huh?' He looked up to the Man on the Moon again, not believing that it was him talking.

Wake up, Jack Frost!

The light of the moon pulsated strongly with every syllable and Jack felt himself relax more with every wave. He felt the negative energy in the room bend, screeching and neighing sounds echoing through the infinite space as the moonlight pushed the dark away.

'WAKE UP!'


Jack shot up straight, breathing heavily.

A dream? He thought as he looked around. He noticed the last rays of moonlight softly penetrating through the leaves to form vague little specks of blue on the ground and on himself, slowly moving in the rhythm of the wind.

On the other side of the sky, the sun was attempting to rise above the horizon.

Suddenly Jack reached for his head as it started throbbing mercilessly. Ugh great, a hangover. He thought as he began to remember yesterday's occurrences.

The fight! The dream! Hiccup!

He flew with the greatest speed he could muster towards the Haddock house, worried that the dream is not simply a trick of his mind, but a premonition.

He barged into the house, heading straight up the stairs and into his little believer's bedroom. The empty bed that greeted him made his gut drop: Jack instantly knew that his dream was more than just a dream and his head began to swim in panic, pessimistic thoughts rushing around.

Jack heard a small shuffling sound behind him. Oh what the heck haha he just went to the toilet. He let out a breath he didn't realise he'd been holding as he tried to regain control of his emotions.

Suddenly a loud battle cry rang through the empty space, amplifying Jack's anxiousness and also his headache. He instinctively floated away from the large sound and saw Stoick the Vast slamming a large axe into the floor where he was standing not a second ago.

'Whoa whoa whoa!' Jack put both his hands in front of him as a gesture of peace as the viking chief raised his axe again. 'Stop Stoick it's me.'

Jack saw Stoick's slightly intoxicated eyes focus on him and a light of recognition passed through his green orbs so like Hiccup's.

'Joku- Jackson!' Jackson? 'What in Odin's name are you doing here so early?' Stoick let the tip of his axe rest on the floor while he glanced outside, his demeanour becoming slightly irritated.

He then looked towards his son's bed to find it empty. 'And where's Hiccup?'

Stoick tented to think the worst when it came to his son, but he willed himself to remain stoic at the sight of the empty bed. He could not keep his worry in however, when he saw the way the spirit's eyebrows furrowed while looking through the window towards the outside.

'Jackson. Where is he?'

The chief's voice sounded tight and Jack returned his gaze to the viking, attempting to maintain a casual demeanour. 'I'm not sure chief. I know it's going to sound ridiculous but… let's just say I had a bad feeling about Hiccup so I came to check. That's all I know.'

A distant roar then sounded from the outside, followed by a scream. 'That kinda sounds like…'

Stoick was already rushing downstairs, having been trained to recognise the sound of a night fury since he was little. Back then, he was told to run the other way as quickly as his short legs could carry him. Now, he couldn't reach the offspring of lightning and death fast enough.

What he saw when stepped out of his house would have made the Berkian chief laugh if he wasn't worried out of his mind: Spitelout – Stoick's second in command – was hanging on for dear life onto Toothless' saddle as he was thrown to all sides by the sprinting dragon. The shaked-up viking let out yet another scream as Toothless hopped over an obstacle and some of the vikings who came out of their houses irritated couldn't help but snicker at the sight.

'Guess I'm not the only one who likes to be loud in the morning.' He heard Jokul say behind him as he stepped outside as well.

Stoick looked at Toothless despite the entertaining antics of it's stow-away: the dragon's eyes were desperate as it-he rushed towards the little hut on top of the hill. His groggy eyes looked like they had a hard time focusing on the broad viking chief, shaking his head every so often to regain his sight. Stoick could even identify a small limp on the back leg and he knew this would not bode well for his Hiccup-and-Toothless-took-an-early-flight hypothesis.

The large Berkian rushed towards the dragon with his bear feet, Jack following suite.

Toothless did not seem to slow down as Stoick and Jack reached him. The two were worried the heavy dragon would collide with them, but Toothless' eyes suddenly widened and he stopped abruptly, only now noticing he reached his destination.

The dragon started brabbling in panic in an attempt to explain what happened last night, but he received confused gazes instead. He reached for the dishevelled translator and nudged him harshly with his snout to do the explaining for him.

Stoick noticed this and immediately focused his attention on his brother-in-arms, anxious to hear why Hiccup isn't the one riding the saddle currently. Spitelout was thrown off by the strong nudge and fell ungraciously to the ground. He quickly got up on his feet and straitened his clothes and helmet as he noticed that practically the whole village was staring at him with a mix of amusement and curiosity.

'Well Spitelout let hear it!' Stoick's booming voice brought him back to the task at hand and he started relaying his nightly ordeals with great dramatics.


Earlier that night

Spitelout looked up towards the full moon, grateful for its light as he and his men peered around the dark forest while searching for any anomalies.

One of the great hall guards overviewing the western woods reported seeing a sudden bright light flashing twice in between the trees and as an expert tracker and part-time chief, it was Spitelout's task to investigate.

They have been scowering the area for hours however with no luck finding the source of the light. Spitelout was ready to call it a night when suddenly, one of the men closest to him called out: 'Chief! Intruders! There!'

Spitelout's eyes followed then man's barely visible arm to see a few broad shapes in between the immobile trees moving away from the scouting party.

'Oi you! Identify yourselves! Who are you?!' Spitelout shouted after them, but instead of the name of the viking or the tribe, the sudden sounds of metal against metal resonated through the darkness.

'Sir we are under attack!' Spitelout quickly rushed towards the newly formed battlefield, ready to defend his home. 'Does anyone have eyes on the enemy?! Who are they?!'

It took a while before one of his men answered him and what he heard increased his anger tenfold: 'OUTCASTS SIR! THEY'RE OUTCASTS'

'What?! How dare they set foot on Berk territory again?! There's gonna be repercussions for this!' He heard grunts of approval around him as his men agreed. Some of the outcast men tried to defend their presence on the island, but Spitelout and his men had no ear for it as the fighting intensified around them.

The more the battle went on, the more Spitelout was curious to their purpose. The fighting had been dragging on a good while now, but no reinforcements seem to come from the outcast side and more importantly, any form of leadership was nowhere to be seen. So no invasion then… A stealth mission? That'll explain the small party… But what for?

SPITELOUT SIR! BOATS! ON THE BEACH!'

The second-in-command finished slaying his third Outcast and looked towards the west. He found that the darkness of the night wasn't that profound anymore as the early light of morning illuminated two boats with unknown sails anchored in the sand.

Only two? What in Odin's name-

A sudden large collection of sounds alerted Spitelout to a new group of people approaching. Not knowing whether they are friend or foe, he steeled himself and his men for a new batch of enemies, but he was relieved as he recognised the faces of the approaching party.

The same could not be said for the Outcasts though and they started running away in panic, realising as well that support from Berk had arrived.

'AFTER THEM, DON'T LET THEM ESCAPE!' a booming voice yelled from within the crowd and Spitelout could easily spot the owner of said voice.

'Hedgelout.' He said reluctantly.

Hedgelout Jorgenson was a beast of a viking: almost two heads taller than the rest of the members of the house and twice the build, he is beaten in strength only by Stoick the Vast. He has been slaying dragons together with Spitelout and Stoick since their first dragon-killing lesson during kindergarten, but the man had always felt more love for the sea than for killing pests. Now that the war has ended, he is wholeheartedly making plans on traveling the archipelago in search for something he wouldn't disclose.

'Hiya cuz, I see you are holding out well.' Hedgelout put his large hand on Spitelout's shoulder and he buckled from the force.

Spitelout rolled his eyes before redirecting is attention to the Berkians surrounding then: 'Look around for any survivors men! I'm sure we're all curious as to why the hel these men though it a good idea to set foot on our soil.'

The Hairy Hooligans set to work finding an Outcast that survived the onslaught, when a viking Spitelout didn't recognize ran towards the two cousins with haste.

'Sheepmeat there you are! What kept you; the battle is long finished!' Hedgelout exclaimed with a smile to the approaching viking.

'Hedgelout quick you gotta come see this; we found the night fury!'

'Huh?' 'WHAT?!' Hedgelout and Spitelout exclaimed simultaneously, but Sheepmeat had already turned around and was running back the same way he came.

A few minutes later, the three reached a clearing where an entangled night fury was furiously struggling to get free. Three other Berian warriors were located around the dragon with their knives out, attempting to cut the great beast loose. Toothless took no notice however and the flailing of his appendages prevented the vikings from safely reaching the ropes of the bola's.

Hedgelout rushed towards his struggling men and attempted to hold the dragon still. Spitelout scanned the clearing and noticed the slight signs around him. He saw one burn mark on a tree trunk and another on the body of an Outcast warrior laying near him, clearly originating from a well aimed plasma blast.

Spitelout was now even more confused. If the Outcasts managed to pin the night fury down, why did they just leave it here? Wouldn't that be what they came for?

The ground was also littered with large and heavy boot prints, but one set in particular caught his eyes: The owner of this particular set of footprints was much lighter than the rest. Furthermore, the indent which was suppose to be the left foot was shaped like a small square.

Spitelout's eyes widened and he snapped his head back in the direction of the dragon, only now noticing that the distress in its eyes was not directed at his bonds, but at the possible faith of his missing rider.

Loki's beard!


'How dare these outcasts kidnap MY son on MY territory. AGAIN?!', the Berkian chief's fists were balled tightly as he yelled, shifting the attention of all the vikings from Spitelout to himself. Jack had also become very anxious: he hear stories of this Alvin figure and the ordeal he put Hiccup through a few months earlier and did not like the idea of his first believer being back in the hands of that madman.

Stoick lowered his voice, but it was still loud enough for the Berkians to hear: 'Alvin will PAY for this once and for all.'

Astrid, the other dragon riders and their dragons finally managed to push themselves through the crowd of outraged vikings and reach Stoick and Jack.

'What do we do chief?' Astrid asked, already knowing the answer as she and the other riders were already mounted on their dragons.

Stoick looked to the sky and let out a great roar, very much resembling that of a thunder drum. Seconds later, an answer sounded as Thornado quickly approached the clearing in front of the chief's house.

'Jeesh Astrid isn't it obvious,' Snotlout said smugly while punching the inside of his hand with his own fist, 'we're gonna teach Alvin once and for all what we Hairy Hooligans do to heir-nappers.'


And I'll stop it here.

Till next time!

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