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(Oh my goodness Im not very interesting hahah)
1. I love to sing! I dont think Im very good but Ive won pretty much every Coffee House and Talent Show Ive entered.
2. I actually love to run / jog but at my own pace
3. Im earning my life guarding degree , I hope to get hired next summer!
4.Im addicted to chocomize right now I have meatlug ( oreo cookies cookie dough and maltesers on white chocolate ) and Summer Forever ( Gummy Bears MnMs and Toffee on white chocolate)
5. Right now Im obsessed with the song Dead in the Water
For joraye97 because she wanted hijack hugs. And really, for anyone who's stressed or tired or sad or whatever. (And especially for me because school ughhhhhh--ria, you have no right to complain you did nothing this morning and last night but sleep and read fics, alternatively)
originally supposed to be in miss(?) jo's submit but then it got a lot bigger than i expected soooo ;P
did not read through it so i'm sorry if it sucks and for the mistakes v.v
Where Hiccup is 15 and Jack is six years older
He goes up to Hiccup’s room, and, hearing no sounds of pen on paper, Jack briefly wonders what Hiccup’s doing. When he opens the door, he finds Hiccup lying face down on his bed, his head just a few inches from the pillow as if he simply threw his body to the mattress. The sight makes him chuckle out a, “hey, kiddo,” and he leans against the doorframe.
Hiccup turns his head slightly, one eye, barely open, peeking out to look at him, before he wiggles so his face is buried in his arms instead, no longer suffocating himself with his itchy sheets. Jack chuckles again, pushing himself away from the frame to go to the bed. He leans down and ruffles Hiccup’s hair.
"Bad day, huh, Hic?"
Hiccup still doesn’t say anything and Jack’s lips tug down, just a little. He settles down beside him. He looks over the other’s body and there are seemingly no signs of him having fallen asleep or of anything being wrong. His fingers are still buried in Hiccup’s hair and nimbly, unconsciously, because Mary always expects Jack to braid her hair anytime he’s holding it, and somehow it passed on to Jack, he braids Hiccup’s hair, a french braid from just below his cowlick down. Hiccup quickly slaps Jack’s hands away and twists his head away from them, body now turned to look at Jack. He flops down on his back and grumbles out a, “stop it, Jack.”
Jack’s laughing smile, one that appeared when Hiccup slapped him away in annoyance, drops when he finally gets a look at Hiccup’s face. It’s weary, tired, and—fuck, melancholy is the word that comes in Jack’s mind. Sometimes Jack catches Hiccup in one of his moments, when the world feels like it’s crashing down on Hiccup’s shoulders because everyone hates him—feels like everyone hates him, because his dad can’t be proud of the spindly little thing Hiccup is, because Hiccup has no mother to run to, and because all Hiccup can possibly (never) ever be is his namesake. It’s what attracted Mary to him, after all, both of them feeling like dissapointments and weights only to be lifted by their family—and they’re not, Jack always reminds them.
Hiccup must find something in his face, recognition maybe, realization, or perhaps it’s just how the playfulness vanishes from his eyes, because he turns his face away, lips pursed. Toothless, who Jack now only notices in the room, perches his face on the mattress, nose nudging Hiccup’s cheek. Hiccup tries out a smile—fails—and scratches behind Toothless’ ear. “It’s ok, bud.”
Jack frowns, jaw tight, because it’s not okay. These things shouldn’t ever be happening to Hiccup, beautiful Hiccup, sweet Hiccup, wonderful, wonderful Hiccup who deserves all the attention in the world—and this is not the time to think that, Jack—no, the right time is never. Ever. Because there in lies wrong wrong wrong.
He shakes his head, focusing again at Hiccup and how his face makes something in Jack hurt. “You know what you should do?” is out before Jack can ever think about it.
Hiccup turns to him again, lips opening to say something, ask, whatever it is he was thinking of, Jack doesn’t end up knowing because his mouth shuts with a click when he sees Jack bring his legs up to the mattress. Jack straddles him, fingers starting spidery trails along Hiccup’s side. Watching the horror creep into Hiccup’s face makes Jack grin wickedly—not to say that he wasn’t going to anyway.
"Wait—no, Jack—!"
"Turn that frown upside down!" Jack cackles, fingers nimbly and furiously attacking Hiccup’s side.
"Jack!" Hiccup squeals, thrashing under Jack. Jack has his thighs locked on Hiccup’s hips so Hiccup isn’t able to throw Jack off. He laughs, snorts, giggles, shrieks, all of them loud and rough and high and Hiccup’s voice is bouncing around the room, constricted but ultimately bright.
"Ja—a—ck—! Sto—p! Dammit—NO—JACK!” Hiccup pushes against Jack’s arms, ineffectually because he’s too busy laughing. His eyes are wrinkled and his entire face is red, all the way down to his neck, trying to stop himself from laughing but Jack knows all his weak spots, going to his stomach to pinch and scratch. Hiccup quakes and finally he can’t talk anymore, laughing too much, laughing too loud, wriggling and curling and covering his face with his hands.
Jack laughs along with him, triumphantly and joyously. Toothless comes up on the bed and licks along Hiccup’s fingers, barking and tail curling. Hiccup tries to push Toothless away and Jack feels powerless against the brightness of Hiccup’s face.
He stops and Hiccup looks at him again. He’s panting but he’s smiling helplessly at Jack, fond and exasperated. It feels like a shot to his heart and he drops down beside Hiccup. Hiccup turns, lips finally twitching up to a smile all on his own and Jack beams at him. “Good?”
Hiccup sighs—with all of his body, face relaxing and eyes closing. “Good.”
Jack wiggles closer to Hiccup and wraps his arms around him. He pushes his nose up to Hiccup’s forehead, breathing in the scent of him, and kisses the side of his face. It’s like Mary, except it’s not, it’s starkingly, horrifyingly not at all. Hiccup curls up to Jack’s chest.
