✘ Jacksepticeye & The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Cold
↳ I heard you got sick. Hopefully you feel better soon! (x)
So… I was completely overwhelmed by the response to my last Jacksepticeye picture. I wanted to do this sooner to thank everyone who followed me, liked, and reblogged my work, but I’ve actually been really sick. To make myself feel better and hopefully make @therealjacksepticeye feel better, I drew this! Thank you so much everyone! (If you see this Jack, you absolutely made my year when you reblogged my work. I was not expecting it, thank you so much.)
Since it’s October have a little monster-ish thing that’s terrible. It’s from this prompt thing, but I changed it up a bit.
Sorry for any mistakes made.
Hiccup pushed back the hair from his face as he rummaged through another box. He gave a grunt of approval as he finally found what he was looking for. He pulled out his bath towels and draped a few over his arm and padded into the bathroom.
Toothless scuttled after him, smoke trailing from his nostrils. Hiccup looked at him with a thoughtfully, wondering if the projection Astrid had put on him would hold. If someone found out that he was a dragon and not a black cat, Hiccup was sure to get kicked out. He had to leave his last apartment because apparently Toothless kept getting out and setting off the fire alarms. Needless to say, Hiccup’s neighbors didn’t like him.
Now he knelt down, scratching his companion under his scaly chin. “I’ll be a second, try not to chew any boxes.” The dragon gave a squawk and went off, probably to go do the exact opposite of what Hiccup wanted. Hiccup stood and shook his head. “I swear…” He trailed off and shut the bathroom door.
He turned on the water and let the steam rise. Taking in a deep breath, he sighed blissfully. Being half-siren gave Hiccup a love for water, much like his mother. He remembered being little and his father having to force him out of the bathtub. Those were good times.
Hiccup shed his clothes and piled them up. With a hiss of joy he stepped into the spray. As he scrubbed himself down, he began to hum. The melody from a song that had been playing on radio while he was unpacking was stuck in his head. He grabbed the shampoo and lathered up his hair. “I thought I’d been hurt before,” he sang softly, “but no one’s ever left me quite this sore.” He nodded his head to the beat. “Your words cut deeper than a knife, now I need someone to breathe me back to life.”
He continued washing and singing, his voice getting louder as he went on. “You watch me bleed until I can’t breathe,” he belted, “shaking, falling into my knees and now that I’m without kisses, I’ll be needing sti-” He was stopped abruptly when there was a pounding on his door. “J-Just a second,” he shouted.
Hiccup grabbed a towel and quickly wrapped himself. He almost slipped on his hurry to the door, but managed to make it. He opened the door, surprised to see a stranger with shockingly white hair standing in the hall. Toothless let out a growl and scampered out the door before Hiccup could stop him. “Toothless! You rotten dra-” He looked at the stranger and cleared his throat. “Uh, cat… You rotten cat.” He crossed his arms self-consciously. “Can I help you?”
“I-I don’t know really…” The stranger rubbed his forehead. “This is going to sound stupid, but I just heard this singing-like, probably the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard and I just followed it…” He looked around and shrugged. “I guess I ended up here.”
Hiccup tucked a wet lock of hair behind his ear, skin heating up. “O-Oh, is that so?”
“Yeah, I probably look crazy right now.” He must have had a great dentist because this guy had a perfect smile.
“Not that crazy.” Hiccup smiled back awkwardly. “I’m Hiccup, just moved in.”
“Jack, I’m right next door.”
“Nice to meet you.” Hiccup shifted from foot to foot. “So, uh…”
Jack flushed. “Oh, right I should let you get back to your shower.”
“Actually, I need to get my cat first. He sort of ran out and if I don’t get him back in here, I’m pretty sure I’m going to get kicked out.” The freckled male bit his lip.
“I can help you!” Jack offered eagerly. “After you get dressed, that is.”
Hiccup nodded. “Give me a minute.” He shut the door and pressed his back against it, tilting his head back. “Oh, no, no, no,” he groaned under his breath. “Why does he have to be hot?”