Where Has the Time Gone? || @freckled-viking || Older!Hiccup AU
Time... that was a concept that had long since eluded Jack's understanding. Days and nights would mesh together as the sprite often found himself crossing time zones time and time again. There were times where a day felt as if it’d drawn out to the expansion of several weeks; or perhaps several weeks compacted into a single day. Mornings faded into daunting nights that always wore Jackson taut like a wire. Perhaps he was more of the morning person?
Jack always traveled. He always mapped the globe searching for new and far off things yet to be discovered and mapped into the wind’s memory. Perhaps it was the constant curiosity to go beyond and explore what has yet to be explored that often brought the fae into that constant endeavor. Time was not of his interest, in fact, it was the least of his possible concerns. In the subject of time – what he held was limitless. Though, he couldn’t imagine how those who did have such limitations could stand wasting their times stuck in the same remedial position.
Humans were baffling at times.
But not all.
There was one that always managed to tickle into the forefront of the winter spirit’s subconscious. What an impression the auburnet made on Jack, indeed. Vikings were those who were rumored to be plunderers and conquerors of the vast unknown, but not this one in particular. He was a hiccup; he was Hiccup. Slender, freckled and bony – those weren’t adjectives one would expect an heir to a tribe to harbor, but they were rightfully fitting in any case…
What a first impression that kid could make. Little did Jack know that fumbling, walking fishbone would eventually bring Jack so drawn in. Yes, indeed first impressions were not Hiccup’s forte, if Jack was allowed to think so boldly of.
The sights of the lithe youth mixed between the crowds of his Viking heritage, Jack Frost was nonetheless intrigued immediately when the wind decidedly drove him off course - to a certain heavily wintered area. Berk was it? Anyhow, with interest quipped, Jack followed closely and did what he did best: observed. But it was apparent that the usual interactions Jack was familiar with (which were none) was not this case. Immediately he’d been spotted and questioned and eventually feared. Who in the stars was Jokul Frosti and why did he expect the winter wielder to bury him in snow if he wasn’t pleased?
Viking myths were weird.
Boy, how fast attachment worked. But when having not a soul see you for centuries, could it really be a surprise?
Eventually the time came for Jack to leave and allow the scarce few spring and summer months come take their course in Berk. The faster he left, the faster he could return, right? Oh, if only. With what felt like only months passing was about the time Jack decided to returned to see that little Viking once again. His little Viking.
The fae rode clouds of puffy white into the region, subtly signaling his arrival of course.
“Hiiiiiccuuuuup!”