Jackunzel: First Meeting
So I’ve jumped on this ship in the past week and am prepared to go down with it.
Summary: College AU, just a quick first drabble about Jack and Rapunzel meeting
Pairings: Jackunzel, Mericcup
Jack was torn away from his term paper by a loud, instantly obnoxious banging on his door. He knew he should answer it, but instead he sat, staring at the word document on his computer and praying the rude visitor would slink back into the depths of the hellhole she’d emerged from.
“Frost! I know you’re in there! Open this damn door before I kick it in!” shouted the enraged woman, from whom he was only protected by a measly two inches of pine.
Jack had heard that threat one too many times to be fazed by it. If she wanted a bill for property damage on her hands, she was welcome to it. Mind made, Jack returned to his typing, wondering if his decision to major in Anthropology had been as fucking dumb of an idea as it seemed at this moment.
The sound of a boot colliding heavily with the door drew him away from his paper again. He stared at the entranceway from his comfy place on the sofa, feet propped up on a makeshift footrest—an old exercise ball—and weighed the pros and cons of letting the vicious door kicker in.
On the one hand, if he didn’t let her in, she could very well kick a hole in his door. She would have to pay for it, but Jack’s crazy roommate, Hiccup, would likely try to fix it—nay, ‘make it better’—himself with all the skill of an amateur tinkerer, forgoing the money from his dear girlfriend. Jack could see himself now, hanging up those tacky door beads because Hiccup’s attempt had failed miserably. He shuddered at the thought. At least the door they had now kept out people like his roommate’s terrifying girlfriend for a while. If there were just beads nothing could stop her.
This thought sent Jack fumbling to save his paper and shut his computer before running to open the door.
As he suspected, Hiccup’s violent girlfriend, stood with her foot raised in the area to deal his door another blow, her features twisted in rage and her face as red as her wildly curly hair.
He leant against the doorframe, blocking the doorway with his body—a risky move at this point—in hopes the conversation could remain in the hall and be short and vitriolic.
No such luck. Merida shoved past Jack and stomped into the shared room, taking a quick look around and then positively shrieking in annoyance. “I knew he wasn’t here!”
“Mer, that doesn’t mean anything,” said a melodic voice to Jack’s left. Surprised, he turned to see that the she-devil had brought a plus one to his dorm room, though she had the decency to wait in the hall and not shoulder past him. “Hi, I’m Rapunzel; I live on Merida’s floor,” she added with a smile.
“Jack,” he said with a grin, momentarily forgetting about the beast in his room as he laid eyes upon the young woman in front of him. She was fairly short—5’3’’ tops—with apple green eyes and long blonde hair that fell a bit past her waist in shimmering golden waves, and she had the most breathtaking smile he’d ever seen. It almost made him feel guilty that his eyes naturally wandered downwards from its brilliance, but then he noticed her eyes had trailed down from his face as well.
It finally hit him that there was a very attractive woman standing in his doorway and he’d neglected to invite her in. Shifting away from his post at the doorframe with a ridiculous grin still pasted on his face, he gestured inside. She walked by him with a polite nod and he smirked to himself. Nice ass.
“Frost—where is Hiccup?” demanded the enraged redhead.
Jack rolled his eyes and shrugged. “He wasn’t here when I woke up so haven’t seen him. Maybe it was because he knew I had a term paper to work on and wanted to give me some peace and quiet—that would be the decent, thoughtful thing for a human being to do.”
Merida glared at him, not appreciating the jab. “Come on Punzel, we’re leaving!” she announced, walking back towards the door. Before she could reach it, Jack stretched an arm across it, once again blocking her way.
“No, you don’t just get to storm in and out without any explanation,” said Jack, his tone condescending, as if he were talking to a child.
“I don’t have to explain shit to you; now move your arm before I break it!”
“Some girls were just spreading a nasty rumor,” supplied Rapunzel helpfully.
“A rumor?” Jack clarified, “That’s what’s got you all riled up this time? Are you fucking kidding me?”
Now, at the very core of their relationship, Jack and Merida could actually be construed as friends, and sometimes it was beneficial to have a reckless, mildly insane friend, but she was just being ridiculous. Since when had she let a thing anyone else said affect her in any way, for better or worse? And more importantly, why hadn’t she introduced him to her lovely friend much earlier?
“Fuck off Frost, you wouldn’t get it,” she snapped.
“Mer, calm down,” said Rapunzel, “you’re not yourself.”
Jack unintentionally snorted and both girls glared at him this time. “Sorry,” he said quickly, “please stay. I’d like to hear this infamous rumor.”
Merida visibly deflated and sulked back into the dorm room, plopping down on the sofa and running a hand through her unmanageable mane. Rapunzel took a seat next to her and rubbed her back soothingly.
Jack remained standing, waiting to hear what had caused this latest home invasion.
“I know it’s probably nothing,” Merida began at last, nervously fiddling with the beads on her bracelet, “and I feel ridiculous for even talking to you about this…I just keep hearing that Hiccup’s…there’s a girl—Astrid.” Uncharacteristically fumbling over her words, she at last managed to spit the name out with no lack of bitterness.
“Astrid?” Jack mused aloud. He wasn’t a good friend, but she was one of Hiccup’s fellow engineering students that had dropped by a few times. She seemed cool, a bit intense, but with Merida around, it wasn’t anything unusual. She was kind of hot too, if he remembered correctly.
“Is Hiccup cheating on me with her?” she blurted out.
Jack could only stare at her in shock for a few moments, not sure how to respond. “Hiccup?” he asked at last, “Your boyfriend, my roommate, mild-mannered, freckle-faced, spineless, boy-next-door, Hiccup? He didn’t have the balls to ask you out in the first place—what’s the chance he would sprout a pair and somehow seduce Astrid?”
The words felt foreign in his mouth. ‘Hiccup’ and ‘seduce’ never went together. Stumbling and landing awkwardly in a relationship, completely by accident, maybe, but Hiccup could definitely not seduce anything. Beside that, Hiccup practically worshipped the ground Merida stomped on. Anything less than undying servitude on his dear roommate’s part struck him as bizarre.
“Are you saying he would if he could?” asked Merida.
Jack couldn’t dignify her question with a response. Luckily, he didn’t have to. His phone started to ring and god bless, it was the deceitful boyfriend in question himself. Instead of answering he tossed the phone to the distraught redhead on his couch and quirked an eyebrow at her.
She gave him another glare before staring worriedly at the phone buzzing in her hands. At last, she answered it, hurriedly walking out his room to speak in private with Hiccup.
Jack let out a sight of relief now that she was gone and immediately focused his attention back on the delightful blonde still sitting on his sofa.
“It was nice of you to lend her your phone. She lost hers a few days ago. Though you’re probably not getting it back anytime soon,” said Rapunzel with a small smile.
“It’s fine; I have plans anyway,” he said with a shrug.
“Oh, your term paper? Sorry, I should probably leave you to it,” she said, pushing herself off the sofa.
“Actually, I was planning to take you out for coffee,” said Jack with a smirk.
Rapunzel’s eyes widened slightly and color flooded into her cheeks, but she kept her composure. “You’d ask a girl you’ve just met out for coffee and just assume she’d accept?” she teased.
“You haven’t turned me down yet,” he pointed out, grabbing his coat.
“Well…I’ve never gone on a date with a white-haired guy before,” she mused, standing on her tiptoes to get a closer look at his roots, as if her answer hinged on the color.
“It’s an experience worth repeating.”
Rapunzel laughed at that and Jack grew fond of the sound immediately, hoping to hear it again very soon. He held open the door and even did a little mock bow, to which she politely curtsied.
Jack grinned to himself once more. His paper could wait.