Hi, M-iikado here! Geez, I've been inactive for a long time! I'm so sorry!

Anyway, first fanfic in a while, so please bear with me! Also, for now, expect this to be a two(maybe three)-shot. But I do have a few ideas for extra chapters, so if you guys like this I'll probably keep writing.

I SUCK AT FINDING TITLES UGHHHH!

IMPORTANT: I'M LOOKING FOR PROOF-READERS. I'm sick of making basic mistakes and beating myself about it when I finally notice them three months after publishing a chapter. So if you think you can help (or, idk, just wanna chat), please PM me and I'll give you my Skype address :) Thanks!

Warning: Rated for language, and probably for whatever will come next if I decide to continue writing.

I own nothing (not even a sense of shame)... Except maybe a laptop and the ability to type.

Enjoy!

She wasn't coming.

Of course she wasn't coming.

Hiccup let out a sigh, glancing around the small Starbucks room, surprisingly crowded for a town with so little people. He had been waiting for about twenty-five minutes, now, and as his vanilla latte got colder, he had slowly lost hope of ever meeting her.

She was a girl he had met online a couple of weeks ago, right after he moved into the tiny town of Burgess. He had left his family household in Berk, Norway*, abouta month ago, to finally get his own place.

For some reason, he had been terrified of not making any acquaintances in his new home, which really had never been a problem back in Berk. But, maybe it was homesickness, maybe it was the language barrier.

Whatever it was, he didn't want to spend long months alone, so he followed the ridiculous advice of his best (and only) friend back home, Astrid. She kept blabbing about how most towns had a local online-meeting website that could help him socialize a bit, without having to actually talk to anyone.

Hiccup had found the idea worth trying; he wasn't good with spoken-words… or any form of normal humain communication, so this was as good as anything.

After barely a day online, he had found a charming girl, known as SnowFlake22. They had talked a lot… and me meant a lot. Hiccup had spent countless nights chatting about this and that, until finally they exchanged numbers. The chatting became texting, and after a while they both agreed to meet in person.

This, of course, was a perfectly platonic relationship. When Hiccup signed up on this website, had no intention of getting romantically involved with anyone. He just wanted a friend.

But, if he was completely honest, for the first time, that girl had made him reconsider his decision.

She was so nice, so fun to talked to. They had a lot of things in common (which somehow all revolved around video games, comic books and Marvel movies), and although he tried his best to ignore it, he did feel a tiny ache in his chest whenever he thought of her crossing the coffee shop's doors.

He had never seen her, but he knew what she looked like. Somewhat. They had agreed that she should look with a brunet with hipster glasses and a buck load of freckles, and he would wait for someone with snow white hair (hence 'SnowFlake').

But she was late.

Hiccup shook his head, mentally rephrasing that. She wasn't late, per say. She just wasn't coming.

That was typically the kind of shitting luck that constantly harassed him. First person he befriended, first girl he actually felt comfortable around (aside from Astrid, but she, as she personally phrased it, was « one of the boys »), and she had stood him up.

He gulped down the rest of his coffee, the lurk warm liquid pushing through the knot that had formed in his throat, and stood up. He wasn't going to stay here all day, this was pitiful enough as it was.

But, as he was grabbing his coat and heading towards the exit, he saw some very noticeable white hair spiking out of a deep-blue hoodie someone was wearing by the counter.

There she was.

Hiccup threw himself back on his chair, hoping she hadn't seen him leaving. The last thing he wanted was for her to think that he was standing her up.

He took a minute to notice everything about her figure as she was paying for her drink, her back turned at him. She had long legs and arms, and a slim waist. Scratch that. She wasn't what he could call actually 'slim'. Thin, yes, but in a… sort of muscular way. And she was tall. Man, she was freaking tall.

Hiccup blinked in surprise. From her lack of girly interests, he had expected her to be a bit boyish (not that he could complain!), but maybe that was a bit too boyish. From behind, she almost looked like…

« Hiccup! », a distinctively manly voice called out when she turned around.

She actually wasn't a she at all. She was a very handsome, unmistakably masculine, man in his early twenties. She was unequivocally and he. And he was heading this way.

A/N: I know, that's a super short chapter, I'm so sorry.

*Idk why I chose Norway. There's a logical explanation behind it all, but right now I'm way too sleep-deprived to remember it.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this tiny prologue. Jack didn't quite make a proper appearance in there, but that's going to change, so fear not!

Again I'm looking for proof-readers and people to help me out when writer's block hits, so please PM me if you're interested (or, y'know, if you just wanna chat, that's cool too).

Attention all Vocaloid fans who've read my Cinderella story! I labelled it as "completed" because I don't plan on finishing it. I'm so sorry to disappoint you guys, but it's been so long and i've kinda grown tired of it. Please don't hit me.