Merry Christmas, clearerthanink, I’m your ROTBTD secret santa! You’ve been so kind and extremely patient with me, thank you so much and I hope this was worth the wait! I wish you and your loved ones a wonderful year to come :))
With a last push from the winds, Jack’s feet landed carefully on the ground a second before toothless skidded to a halt beside him. Jack unhooked the large leather sack strapped to the dragon’s side while Hiccup undid the straps on his feet. Then Hiccup jumped down beside Jack. He was still a little uneasy on his new foot, but Jack had his hands ready to steady the other boy. Hiccup rolled his eyes at this.
The boys had landed at one of their favourite hangout spots. In daylight, it was a small clearing in the forest where sunlight filtered through the trees, turning the air around them honey coloured. They had spent many a day here, Hiccup working and Jack complaining (both thought it was a pretty good arrangement). At night, though, it was the moon that illuminated the frost-covered forest floor, turning them into mere apparitions of the forest.
The boys sat down underneath a large tree where the frost was thinnest. For a second, the only sound was their breathing as they tried to calm down from that long flight. Finally, a chuckle broke through Hiccup’s lips and he patted down the bangs of his hair. Jack caught his eye and raised an eyebrow.
“I can’t believe you made me do that,” Hiccup explained.
Jack let out a long breath and watched as it turned white in the air. “Well, everyone deserves a visit from Old Saint Nick, right?” he chuckled, and tilted his head back to rest on the bark of the tree.
“Odin,” Hiccup interjected.
“Right. The eight-legged horse guy. Well, whatever you call him, you still get free stuff.” Jack felt more than saw Hiccup’s eyes roll in the dark.
There was a moment of silence. “I just can’t believe we managed to deliver presents to every kid in Berk,” Hiccup continued with a sense of pride in his voice that forced a small smile onto Jack’s face. “And I don’t even want to know where you got all those presents.”
Jack considered this. “Let’s just say I found North’s reject pile.” Hiccup didn’t bother correcting him this time.
Seemingly satisfied with this answer, Hiccup smiled and snuggled into the rough tree bark. It wasn’t particularly comfortable, but he was in too good a mood to care.
When Jack suddenly jumped up, Hiccup jolted. He let out a cry that started out as panicked, but morphed into a sort of annoyed groan. Jack ignored that. The winter spirit disappeared, then returned a second later with the large sack they had used to hold all of the presents. “I almost forgot.” He threw the sack at Hiccup.
After a bit of a struggle, Hiccup managed to wrestle the bag off of his head. He lifted it in the air, a glare gracing his features until a tiny package landed on his lap. Jack was avoiding his eyes now. Hiccup’s fingers worked at the leaves and tree sap holding the bundle together. Finally, they fell open like the petals of a flower.
The viking’s amused expression fell. His fingers twitched, but he hesitated. “You can touch it, it won’t melt.” Jack hands fidgeted; on his neck, on his sweater. Hiccup picked it up and, though it was cool to the touch, true to Jack’s word, it didn’t melt. Hiccup held it up to the light, and his lips parted in wonder.
A snowflake.Perfectin any way, and about half the size of his palm. It reflected the moonlight as if it were made up of a thousand precious jewels. Hiccup couldn’t pull his eyes away from the sight- though the same could be said for Jack.
Hiccup was radiant. The snowflake was reflected in his dark eyes turning them to copper. The light filtering through the trees illuminated his nose, his cheeks, those freckles that Jack would try to count when Hiccup wasn’t paying attention. It was all so…perfect.
Hiccup finally looked away at the feel of calloused fingers brushing his cheek. “Jack,” he breathed, his small hands still wrapped protectively around the snowflake. Jack chuckled at the other’s stupid expression. Then, they leaned in, their breaths no longer turning white as they joined into one.
The kiss was- well- perfect.