Bleu's Hijack Era

Fic Writer, Day Dreamer and Psychology Nerd (๑•̀ㅁ•́๑)✧ bleu_corner on twt ✧ he/him 24

[thejohnnyblueharon]

I love me some hijack (obviously) but one of my favorite things to think about in regards to their relationship is how the rest of Berk, including Hiccup's friends, think of Jack. It's so funny to me!

Because, if 6ft athletically lean Hiccup is a runt, then they must think 5"10 rail thin Jackson Overland is a walking corpse! Which, I guess he is, but that's not the point lmao XD

[oddthesungod]

surely this was the intended use of Jack's shepherds crook yes? 😌😌

[oddthesungod]

do you dream of winter?

[thedustyleaves]

It's gonna take a while to fix that paint

[bleuscorner]

I want to write Jack and Hiccup getting physical with each other but I'm so damn embarrassed about posting it,,,, why I'm too shy to write hijack caressing each other but not shy at all to write bakudeku raw dogging is beyond me

[mashiro-io]

Buff Hiccup. In my head, it makes sense that Hiccup has a bit of muscle, because of many of the things he does. And right now, I'm like Jack. How can I not freak out?

[bleuscorner]

I'm having bad back pain from a 10hr shift at work so I'm gonna project it onto Hiccup,,,, Comfort Fic incoming!

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Hiccup who's back aches up a storm after spending more and more time hunched over Toothless. Good posture isn't something taught on Berk. Only pansies care about elegance and properness. So he's stuck being the first one to learn about overtly tensing your back during flights and how much poor posture actually hurts your body.

He's laying in bed after a long day and by Thor's hammer he cannot sleep. No position rids him of the pain and Gothi is both too far and probably asleep by now. It's not urgent enough to wake her. Sharp pains jut out at random moments and his neck feels like there's a rod in it. It's his own personal hell.

He feels Jack before he sees him; the room drops several degrees and a gentle wind brushes along his forehead. Hiccup opens his eyes. Brilliant, icy blue stares back, upsidedown and twinkling with mischief just 15 centimeters above him.

"Well hello there Chief-son. What are you doing awake?" Jack questions, dodging the obviously more pressing question.

Hiccup ignores him to ask it, "If you thought I was asleep, were you going to watch me sleep?"

Jack tuts at him. "You oughta know answering a question with a question isn't how you solve your problems, Hic. Now tell old Frost why you're awake."

"And if I don't want to?"

"I didn't ask if you wanted to."

Hiccup wishes he was actually annoyed enough to groan. Unfortunately, he's quite fond of his snowy friend. Jack only visits Berk sporadically to bring a light snowfall. His time with Hiccup in the comfort of Hiccup's home is limited. The easy joy Hiccup attributes to just Jack existing overpowers the annoyance of his bratty nature. Though, that's usually the case. Without much consideration, Hiccup relents. He wants to complain anyway. He waves Jack away, only mourning their separation for a moment. Jack settles on the floor besides his bed, crossed arms on the bed. He rests his chin atop them, allowing Hiccup to stay laying down.

"My back hurts."

"Who's the real old man, now?"

Hiccup glances over, eyes narrow. "I seem to remember you have, I don't know, about 3 centuries over me?"

"I don't see your point."

Hiccup rolls his eyes and continues, "It's been getting worse when I take Toothless flying. Not sure why. I can't get the ache to go away." He shifts into his side, as if to prove his case, wincing.

Jack looks unimpressed. "You can't be serious."

Hiccup gives him a flat look. When Jack just stares back, eyebrow raised in defiance, Hiccup finally groans like he was meant to. The smile Jack barely hides only confirms this was part of his plan all along.

"Jack-"

"You spend all day curled up like an overcooked shrimp-"

"Hey!"

"-pushing against the Wind," Jack continues, "which is already hard enough. AND you're turning with Toothless the whole way tensed up half the time doing spins this past week. You're really wondering why your back hurts?"

Hiccup frowns, hiding indignantly. "I've been doing this for years! Besides, flying has been really easy lately. Toothless must be getting stronger because it hardly feels like there's any drag lately. Although," Hiccup trails off, eyebrows pinching. He gets that far away look when he's thinking through something. "...Now that I think about it... That doesn't make sense."

The room suddenly feels slightly colder. Hiccup focuses back on Jack as the winter spirit laughs oddly, leaning off the bed. He starts picking frost off of where he was settled. It's dark in the room besides some moonlight falling in through the door to the landing Jack clearly entered from. Still, Hiccup could almost swear Jack looks... Blue in the face?

"Oh, so Toothless's strength suddenly makes you immune to the force of the Wind?"

"Well..."

"Be careful how you answer. The Wind might not like your stance," Jack teases.

Hiccup knows this could be a joke, but the Wind is Jack's actual friend so... He might need to tread lightly. He chews on the pros and cons for a moment as Jack's grin gets wider. A draft of Wind pushes Hiccup's bangs up, forehead out in all it's glory. Hiccup quickly pats it back down, shooting Jack a glare and huffing.

"You're not responding. So I'm going to assume I win this argument." Jack hums impishly. Hiccup heaves a sigh that could rival his father. Jack snickers but says no more on the subject of the Wind. "So that's it? Why don't you ask Gothi-"

"It's the dead of night."

"That it is."

Jack taps his staff in his lap, slowly raising until he's floating in the air upside down again. As he muses, a light sprinkle of flurries rain down in Hiccup's room following his aerial treading. He mutters to himself, voice soft and whispering along the Wind. Hiccup can't understand a word he says. No matter. Jack's muttering is familiar. Comforting. Hiccup curls up under the blanket and leaves Jack to his thoughts. It doesn't take long for Hiccup to go back to his frustration. Gods, his back really does hurt.

A while later, Jack snaps his fingers and races out the window. Hiccup stares at the open sky and waits. He's very good at waiting for Jack. Does it more often than he cares to admit. The atmosphere just feels... Emptier when Jack is gone. It takes a longer while for Jack to come back. Hiccup is face down on the bed seething in his discomfort by then.

"You're already in position. Perfect."

Hiccup gasps turning over quickly at the sound of Jack above him. He's holding his staff out to the side, a bag of something quite heavy-looking hanging from the crook. It's steaming.

"uh..."

"Turn back over before they cool down!"

"but-"

"Hiccup, please. I'm trying to help."

Hiccup once again considers that befriending the winter spirit is possibly the oddest thing he's ever done. But Jack has been the second best thing in his life after Toothless even when he's impulsive or won't elaborate on things. Hiccup diligently lays back on his stomach.

He hears what he can only assume is struggling and the shifting of clothe. A weight is deposited with little grace onto his back and Hiccup yelps. It's VERY warm. Wrong. It's hot.

His voice cracks as he warns, "Jack-!"

"Wait a second! I know! It's just stones! The blanket is under them. You won't burn. Just try to relax."

Hiccup isn't sure how that's supposed to relax him but he obeys. The stones(?) are shifted around until they're layered evenly across his back. A few seconds later, Hiccup sighs in relief. The heat of the stones and the weight of them are divine. He sinks further into the bedding.

"What," Hiccup purrs, "is this?"

Jack laughs softly coming down to rest back at his spot on the side of the bed. "Hot stones from the forge. I cooled them down a bit. It's a method I've seen used by other tribes. Supposedly it helps you relax."

Hiccup moans lowly in response. The room drops a couple of degrees again and it only makes him groan in delight. It keeps getting colder.

"Can you close the window," Hiccup asks with his face smooshed in the pillow. "I think the Wind is running around in here."

A gust of Wind blows around his hair to prove his point.

"Sorry, Im just enjoying the heat," he mumbles apologetically.

The Wind blows harder at his head as if annoyed. He hears Jack make a strange noise but hears him listen. The landing door closes with a dull thud. The temperature rises just a bit. Jack returns to his spot. They slowly fall into soft conversation. Where has Jack been the last few weeks? How are the kids doing in dragon training? Has Leif's Nadder given birth yet? What kind of snowball fights had Jack started recently?

As they chat, Jack moves the stones around and nudges them with his staff to check if Hiccup's skin isn't burning. Soon though, the heat begins to get to Hiccup.

" 's hot." He mumbles.

Jack blows on his body, a breeze too cold for Hiccup making him shudder. Jack blows on his face which earns him an indignant squawk. He then goes to remove the stones. Hiccup does not like that option either.

"I can only do so much, Hiccup. I'm a part of Winter remember?"

"Ok, then be winter. Just don't freeze me," Hiccup whines grumbles.

The room is still for a moment. Then Hiccup feels the temperature by his head slowly decend until he feels chilly fingers lay across his forehead. He sighs again leaning into Jack's hand.

"... Better?" Jack's voice is off. Maybe a bit high?

Hiccup leans away worriedly. "Is this uncomfortable? You don't have to-"

The hand rests fully on his forehead again.

"You talk too much," Jack says and that's that.

This time, Hiccup lets Jack talk in that whispery airy way of his. Hiccup understands enough to get the gist but his mind slowly creeps into the space between wakefulness and slumber. Jack's cold fingers trail along his temple, cheek and jaw. Guiding Hiccup into the sleep he'd needed all day.

[dead-nobody]

Of the Northmost Winds and Skies by @jjackfrost

The voices for Hiccup and Jack: @santathegrey

Phew. This took me a hot minute but its done. This is my contributions to the Hijack community..

[gabryska768]

Guys, I have made a mistake and offered some fanfic recommendations on an instagram post, then my notifications and DMs went flooding.

So as a proper hijack fan I made a PROPER fanfic recommendation list for everyone to view and comment on. (I’m shitting myself tho cuz it’s obviously my personal recommendation list, so there’s some I didn’t like for bullshit reasons, and I still love the works in general, but ye, I really don’t want it to in any way hurt anybodies feelings. But it is what it is)

Either way! I put way too much effort into this, so I’m sharing it here as well.

Im also takin recommendations as well! So if you see your favorite fanfic missing on that list, do comment about it!

HIJACK FANFIC LIST

Welcome to my Hijack Fanfic List! (Ao3 only) Hi, so there were a lot of you Hijack fans asking for a list of my fanfic recommendations. Trut

[akemithur]

Scribbling at internship

[miksuxxj]

I’m back :3

[bleuscorner]

The slow hesitancy and magnetism???? I think I'd cry

[seafoamdew]

Good soup 👌🏼

[bleuscorner]

Hospital Angst au where Hiccup is a surgeon in training and Jack is an inpatient with cyanosis (hands and feet are blue) and the doctors cant figure out WHY. Unfortunately for them, despite being sick (?) and susceptible to pneumonia currently, Jack still runs around and sneaks away to goof off or visit the children's ward. Hiccup gets familiar with Jack after seeing him almost every day and having to guide him back to bed.

They eventually find out later Jack has a pulmonary embolism in his heart. Over a few months, they try pills but nothing works. Jack remains blue tipped, heaving for breath and weak. Finally, they decide surgery is the only option. And Hiccup has to do it.

During the time leading up to the decision of surgery, Hiccup falls for Jack. Jack who sneaks off to see the kids and act as a big brother to them, brightening their days in hospice. Hiccup learns Jack's sister was in the hospital for a long time. Jack became her donator. He gave her everything. Bone marrow, blood, organs, anything he could. She recovered and is doing fine. Jack can't bear to see children in the position she was in. Jack who makes the nurses laugh and helps tame disorderly patients.

Jack falls just as easily. For Hiccup, the only person in this damn building who doesn't treat him like glass. Who treats him like an equal and doesn't give him pity. Who just... Sees him. Not for anything else but for his company. Hiccup with a big heart to help others. Hiccup who is a nerd but willing to do what he can. Hiccup who has to do the surgery due to his job and a fearful Jack pleading him to.

Jack won't go through with surgery unless it's Hiccup. Hiccup staring down at the man he loves, chest open. Heart literally in his hands. The clot is too massive for a man this kind.

Hiccup fails.

Jack is ventilated, growing bluer by the days. Hiccup spends weeks begging someone with the right blood type and heart to... Pass? Willingly go under the knife for someone they don't know? He waits. And waits.

But they never do find a heart. Jack isn't as important as some of the other patients who have waited years for a new heart. His family can barely stand to go on like this. The doctors are not sure Jack will ever wake. Two years of suffering go by. They pull the plug on Jack's 25th birthday.

Hiccup leaves the medical field before graduation. He mourns the man he barely knew but learned to love. He floats from job to job. Hating himself all those years because he took a life before he could properly save one. He avoids hospitals as much as he can. He's broken.

Astrid is about to give birth three years later. She doesn't ask for Hiccup to be there but it would be shitty for the god father not to come. He tries to fight all the demons built up over his guilt and makes the terrifying walk to the pregnancy ward.

But to do that, he has to pass the same ward Jack stayed in. So he does the smart thing and goes the longest route possible. Some faces recognize him and quietly let him go down hallways he really shouldn't. They can see the sadness in his eyes. Remember him breaking down after fucking up Jack's surgery. He passes the places they would seek each other all those years ago: the Janitor's closet, the broken elevator, the dining hall, the children's ward.

This last one Hiccup lingers at the most. Jack loved it here. It was basically his home away from home. Hiccup passes by open doors and large rooms kids would sit in to talk or draw or play board games. He stops at one he doesn't recognize. The Winter Room, the plaque says. Funded by the Overland family. Rest in Peace-

Hiccup clamps a hand over his mouth. To hold back a scream or his turning stomach, he isn't sure.

He can't help himself. Love is a cruel poison and Hiccup could never really get over the bitterness of it dripping down his throat. He walks in. Snow is painted on the wall, a scenery Hiccup can't place until he remembers Jack telling him about his home. Ice skating with his sister. Snow days and snow fights. The ones he wanted to bring Hiccup to. Hiccup has no tears left to cry. He's cried for years, couldn't push a tear out if he tried. So he sinks into the feeling. He sinks into what is left of Jack.

Over in the corner, a child hooked up to a couple of IVs is drawing. Hiccup saw a parent and nurse speaking lowly outside the room. Ah. He must be in hospice or going soon. Hiccup knows those looks.

Then he notices the kid is mumbling to himself. Giggling. And looking up as if someone is next to him talking to him? Poor boy must be delusional. Well, Hiccup doesn't look much better standing here. Astrid is gonna kill him for being late. He turns to leave.

"Jack, I said snowman not snow dog!"

Hiccup freezes. It feels like the room drops 10 degrees. He swore he heard the boy say that name. He couldn't tune out that name if he wanted to. But surely, this coincidence is just so he buries deeper into his self loathing. He grits his teeth. Steals himself. He will not see him there. He watches him pass. There is no-

The boy giggles louder, "Jack!"

Hiccup is moving before he realizes it, spinning on his feet. Nearly falls over with the speed of it. Nearly faints at the sight.

A man is sitting in the chair next to the boy. His hair is white, clothes blue but covered in ice on the edges. He laughs and fuck Hiccup knows that laugh. He dreams of it. Hears it when the quiet is too much.

He watches the man draw with his finger on the table. Ice blooms where he makes contact with the table. Different animals form and fade. He turns and Hiccup sees that grin. That glorious fucking grin.

Hiccup shudders. "Jack?"

The man turns around quickly, eyes wide. He looks startled. Elated. Confused.

The kid's jaw dropped. He turns to look between the two and says, "I thought adults couldn't see you?"

"I did too," Jack mumbles because it's really him and Hiccup might tackle him.

"Where-how-" Hiccup stumbles closer.

Jack gets up slowly, a look of concern and unease on his face. Adoro of hope lingers in his words. "You can see me?"

"Jack- Gods- you're here?"

"Jamie... Go to your mom."

"Jack-" Jamie begins.

"Go. It's ok. I'm not sure what's up with him," Jack mutters lowly. "Might be like old man Jensen down the hall." He twirls his finger on the side of his head.

Hiccup can feel the pit that was slowly filling quickly becoming a chasm. He knows in his soul before any intellectual thought comes to him, any excuse.

Jack does not remember him.

[sariplix]

Jack.❄️

[socketfingers]

I keep finding ships I should've considered ages ago and this time it's Hiccup x Jack Frost and yea ofc that would be a ship why wouldn't it be

[cfstuff]

finished her lol

[seafoamdew]

Just two fathers and their big dragon baby.