sweetfrost asked: Busted! :D
[[Oooooohhhh it’s drabble time now kids hold onto your hats]]
Hiccup trod carefully, fully aware at how icy the paths were. And the roads. And any stairs outside. Yeah, pretty much everywhere was hazardous right now and the Viking decided to find out why. Of course, it helped that he knew the person behind all of this, the one and only Jack Frost.
It wasn’t like Toothless wasn’t there to offer any support needed at any given time, should the boy need it. But Hiccup was persistent to just learn to walk on slippery surfaces with his metal foot on his own and, with a smile, he pushed away any help from his dragon friend.
When Hiccup was in a foul mood, he often found that venting it out by, say, working on a project or going flying. He wasn’t really moody that often anymore, since people accepted him as what he was and not what he wasn’t, their idea of a Viking. He’d never seen Jack angry over anything but a dangerous situation they’d be in, perhaps, where stress was likely and, if he wasn’t stressed, he obviously had a lack of compassion for his friends or neighbors. However, Hiccup had seen the spirit moderately pissed for various reasons he refused to talk about, even to a close friend. And it was in those circumstances that the roads or pathways were most dangerous, or blizzards occurred.
Coming up to the top of a nearby ridge overlooking the town, a man-sized, blue-clad object was seen perching on top of a vertical stick. Obviously Jack.
“Hey!” Hiccup called to get his attention. The object turned it’s white-haired head down in his direction before returning his gaze to the village. The teenager noticed that the slope leading up to where Jack was sitting was too treacherous to climb by himself and allowed his flying reptile buddy to fly him up, bareback.
As he approached the Guardian, Hiccup could’ve sworn he heard an irritated sigh.
“Hey, what’s up?” Hiccup asked, standing beside him with the comfortable knowledge that, should he slip and start his decent down the hill, he’d have the aid of Toothless and Jack to get him back on his feet. With this leg, he really felt a little less independent He’d get used to it quickly though, he hoped.
“Nothin’.” Jack replied, his voice low and quiet. Sulky, even.
“Yeah, I’m great.” the pouting spirit had his gaze fixed below where a relatively elderly man was packing up his grain supply for the winter ahead. In an instant, everything froze together, including the hand he ran into the beans. Hiccup heard the old man curse and try to free himself. Jack stared on, completely unfazed.
That wasn’t nice. Hiccup thought with a frown, scanning his eyes over his friend’s own disgruntled face. Uh oh, Jack was in a bad mood. And, by the looks of it, a very bad mood.
The teenager’s attention was snapped to the sounds of a woman yelling at her child who’d managed to get herself frozen to the lips of a boy. Awkward. Another noise below suggested that someone or some people had slipped on the stairs while carrying heavy supplies (which proceeded to tumble noisily down after them).
Hiccup winced at all of the situations as they played out, barely finding himself able to watch as three other instances seemed to occur instantaneously afterwards which caused even more noise below.
“Wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?” the boy half-heartedly joked.
“That explains that.” Hiccup muttered, wrapping his arms around himself as a sudden harsh, blisteringly cold wind blew into them. Jack seemed unaffected, of course.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, sounding pretty offended as he turned to face his friend, still perched on his staff.
“Oh, you know, you’ve just spent the last two minutes making people slip and get stuck to things, seems like you’re in a pretty bad mood or suddenly had a personality swap with Mildew.”
“You wouldn’t understand.” he replied, turning back.
[[I’ll stop there because I could very well spent ages on this for
OTP reasons I don’t know. Thinking about writing an official fanfic though, containing these two. What you think hm? :3 ]]