Hey guys! Little explanation-thingy before I start: This is a regroupment of various Hijack/Frostcup drabbles, each based on a specific song. Each chapter will therefore be rated individually, so you don't stumble onto something you didn't want to read.
Also, if you have a song to suggest, please let me know in the comments!
Okay let's go!
SONG 01: Gone Gone Gone (Phillip Phillips)
Rating: T for language
Genre: Romance + Hurt/Comfort
The first thing that hit Jack that morning was the door as it was violently slammed in his face, locking him outside of the apartment. Inside was his freckled and very, very angry boyfriend.
« Fuck off, Jack! » he screamed from the other side of the door « I don't wan't to see you right now! »
Jack flinched as he heard something break in the living room. He knocked hesitantly on the door.
« Hic? » he said softly « Please, let me in, I can explain… »
« No! » the brunet hissed « We'll talk when you stop being an ass and get your shit together! »
The white-haired man sighed, knowing it was no use to try and argue with Hiccup when he was in that state… Granted, he had a right to be mad, but still.
« So what am I supposed to do, huh? » Jack asked, a bit more harshly than intended « I'm not going to stay here all day! »
He heard some stomping on the other side, and a couple of doors slamming, then the kitchen window flew open and Jack was hit in the face with a backpack overflowing with clothes.
« I don't give a shit! » the freckled boy spat from the window « Sleep outside in the snow for all I care, maybe that'll clear your goddamn mind a bit! »
He shut the window, nearly breaking the glass, and everything became silent again. Jack frowned as he stared at the bag in his hands. It wasn't the first time he and Hiccup got into a fight, and it was usually the same pattern every time: The brunet blew his top, kicked Jack outside of their apartment, and took a few hours to himself before letting him in again.
Jack didn't see why this time would be different.
He walked down the stairs of the apartment lot, deciding it was best to let the brunet be for the time being, and apologize later on. He went to drink a coffee and came back a few hours later with a dozen roses he'd bought on the way.
Standing in front of the door, he could hear the music coming from the bedroom, and knocked. The apartment became silent again, until a voice rose from behind the door.
« Yes? »
« Hic, it's me, open up » Jack said softly.
There was a moment of silence, then the door cracked open. Standing on the other side, the brunet looked at his boyfriend with his eyebrows knitted. He seemed calmer than before, but his eyes were puffy and red. Jack felt guilt gnawing at his chest, knowing that the boy had been crying.
« I'm not letting you in, Jack » Hiccup answered calmly « It's always the same thing with you and I'm… I'm just tired. » Pain flashed in his eyes « I don't think I can do it anymore… »
« What? » the white-haired man asked, taken aback « Hiccup, what are you— »
« I think we should stop… » the brunet cut him off. There were no trace of anger in his voice, and Jack knew it wasn't the adrenaline from the fight talking.
« Hiccup » he said with a nervous laugh « You can't mean that… You're not… »
« We should take a break… » the smaller boy said, slouching forwards and crossing his arms over his chest « Just for a while, at least… See where it gets us… »
Jack stared at him, dumbfounded. Sure, they fought quite a bit—who didn't, really?—but Jack always made sure to apologize and make it up to his boyfriend afterwards. He'd never thought Hiccup could actually get sick of him…
« I'll call you when you can come pick up your stuff » the brunet muttered, and closed the door.
Jack stood there for a while, the flowers in his hands long forgotten as they fell on the floor. He grabbed the strap of his bag, and walked down the stairs again, his mind completely blank.
That night, as he was drinking his brains out in a local bar, Jack still had a hard time grasping the idea that Hiccup had, this time, definitively kicked him out of his life. The white-haired man's head spun, and he felt the sudden urge to throw up, for which alcohol wasn't to blame…
He shook his head, putting down his glass and pushing himself off his chair. He loved the boy like a madman, and—from the looks of it—Hiccup did as well. So if the only thing coming between them was Jack's shitty behavior as a pathetic excuse for a boyfriend, then he only had one thing to do: change.
The next morning, Hiccup took the day off from college, and called in sick for his part-time job. He didn't feel like leaving his bed, ever. He looked around the room, and his eyes fell on the—now empty—vodka bottle responsible for his crushing headache. Although he'd never admit it to anyone, he had waited all night for Jack to call. He always called. So why hadn't he called?
The doorbell rung, the drilling sound making him cringe. He crawled out of bed, fighting the urge to puke as he went to open the door. The doorway was empty, and he was about to close the door, cursing the gods for the stupid kids who thought it'd be funny to bother a very hungover college student, until his eyes fell on the box on the floor.
Raising an eyebrow, he picked it up, and lifted the lid. A dozen chocolates were laid symmetrically in the box. Hiccup immediately recognized that they were his favorite; Milk chocolate with grilled almonds.
The brunet wrinkled his nose when he noticed the message written in sharpie on the lid. There were only two words, but the boy felt his throat clutch as he read them:
I'm sorry
He looked around the area, wondering if Jack was still around, but found no one. He closed the door, and went to sit on the sofa, eyes still glued on the box. The freckled boy wanted nothing more than to forgive Jack, but this had happened so many times, he didn't think he could. He tossed the box on the table, and went back to bed.
For the following week, Hiccup was pulled out of his apartment every day at the same time, and found a different sruprise; Roses, a pizza with a heart drawn in olives, candies, … and with each of them different notes from Jack.
Forgive me
I'm not moving on
I'll love you long after you're gone
You're my entire world
Like a drum, my heart never stops beating for you
The gifts never stopped coming. Until finally they did.
On Saturday, exactly a week after the breakup, Hiccup found himself waiting by the door for the doorbell to ring, but nothing came. He paced nervously around the living room, wondering if Jack had finally given up on him.
After two hours of fidgeting, he decided it was enough. He grabbed his scarf from the coatrack, slipped on his shoes, and closed the door behind him. He ran down the stairs, dead set on speaking his mind, but froze when he reached the street.
Jack was standing in the snow, face bright red from the cold. In his hands, a stuffed toy shaped as a dragon.
Hiccup walked to him, dumbfounded. He noticed that Jack's lips were blue, and his fingers were trembling.
« How long have you been standing there? » he asked
« No long » the white-haired man lied, chuckling nervously.
The brunet reached for the tag tied to the dragon's neck and read the messy letters scribbled on the damp paper;
I love you
« You're an idiot, Jack » Hiccup laughed softly.
« I know » the taller man answered
« What if I hadn't come down? »
« I would have waited until you did »
Hiccup raised an eyebrow at him, grazing the other's frozen fingers. Jack smiled down at him sheepishly. The freckled boy rolled his eyes, and grabbed the other's collar, pulling him down until their lips were barely inches away.
« You're a moron » he whispered, and kissed him hard, pressing their lips furiously together.
He felt Jack smile into the kiss, and found himself doing the same. He wrapped his arms around the white-haired man's neck, pulling him closer. Jack's free arm snaked around the brunet's hips, and he sighed in relief at the familiar feeling.
Hiccup's mind was rendered numb. He didn't care if it was cold, or it they were in public. They didn't let go until breathing became necessary.
Jack chuckled, pressing his forehead on Hiccup's, still keeping him close.
« I'm too good for you » the brunet whispered, nuzzling his head in Jack's shoulder
« You are » the other answered
« This is your last chance »
« I know, I'm sorry, I won't do it again »
« You better not » Hiccup laughed, and kissed him again.
Jack leaned into the kiss, enjoying the warmth of the other's kiss, as he whispered against his lips:
« I love you »
AN: Welp', there you go... I know I probably completely misinterpreted the song, but I just got randomly inspired. Also I only wrote that crap during the night because I couldn't sleep... Freaking finals, man...
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! Please leave a song in the comments if you want me to write, or whatever!
Also, I'm uploading this on tumblr ( schizomiikado) as well, so don't freak out if you see it there... It's still me!
Thanks for reading! I should be back soon with updates on my main fics, if my exams don't kill me before that...