Hi everybody! I'm actually Ed, even if the author of this chapter is Zach... Okay... I have nothing to say... ._.

Uhm... There is nothing to say... Uh... Mother fudger of a fudge... OH! In these first two chapters, Hiccup is 5 and Jack is 7. From chapter 3 to further notice, they will be 15 and 17.

We both hope that you readers will like this Brothers AU. Uh... Okay... Have a good read!

Chapter 1 – I won't tell mum (Zach)

"Jack, stop, you're going to fall."

"No I'm not! I'm going to jump!"

Every winter, the two would always have this fight. Jack would climb on top of the garage and jump off, trying his hardest to do a back flip and land into the large snow banking they were making. Hiccup, in turn, would panic for his brother's safety and nag him about how bad an idea it was. How he could lose an arm or break a leg or crack his skull. Of course, he never listened to his younger sibling and jumped anyway.

Hiccup leaned against his shovel and stared at his overly blonde idiot of a brother, rolling his eyes as he prepared to jump. "Mom is going to get angry when she comes home and finds you buried under the snow."

"She won't ever find out because you'll never tell her."Jack smiled happily down at the brunet, tightening the gloves he was forced to wear.

It was true. When it came to the possibility of getting in trouble, the two always looked out for each other. It was a kind of sickness and reflex to stand up for the other, even if they did deserve to be without television for a week.

Whenever Jack were to get into situations where the risk of being grounded was high, Hiccup would cover it up as much as he could. He couldn't count the number of times he stuffed his brother's bed to make it look like he was still sleeping so he wouldn't get in trouble for going out to see his friends late at night. And the sinks of dishes he did so that Jack wouldn't get caught playing video games must have been in the dozens. It was a miracle his hands were still as soft as they were.

But the loyalty wasn't just on Hiccup's part, it was also on Jack's. The bullies at school now feared the seven year old after what happened to their leader. He hardly ever spoke his name and few were too scared too, in case he were to hear. He had the misfortune of torturing poor little Hiccup until his screams rang through the halls and reaching his brother's ear. Jack ran out of his class and clawed at the kid's face as much as he could, kicking him down to the bathroom floor. Even though nobody even thought of touching the brunet, he always stopped at Jack's class and waited for him to come out so they could go together.

Hiccup put his hand on his hip and raised an eyebrow. "What if I do tell her? Then what are you going to do?"

"You wouldn't do that to me, now would you?" Jack laughed and walked to the middle of the roof.

It was honestly hard sometimes to figure out which one was the oldest. "I…I would! I-I'll do it this time! I swear!"

"You can't swear!"

"Yes I can!"

"Cannonball!"

Jack was never one to listen. He always said luck was on his side. Sadly, it wasn't. The child ran and jumped off the side of the garage roof, trying to flip as he would usually do. And as he did, his leg hit the edge of the roof on the house next to theirs. A sickening snap echoed through the air and the wind was completely knocked out of Jack's lungs. He fell into the snow and just stared at the sky. Everything was numb.

Hiccup screamed at the sight and quickly ran inside the house to get the babysitter who was getting ready to serve hot chocolate. Tears ran down his face as he tried to explain to the teen what had happened, his fingers constantly pointing at the door. The babysitter grabbed the phone and called for an ambulance.

"Go wait with your brother!" She screamed at the brunet, frantically telling what she knew.

The sight nearly made him faint. When Hiccup walked outside, his legs shaking and his hands fidgeting, he saw Jack laying there, motionless. There was no blood, there was no sound; there was just him and his older brother in the snow.

The fact that Jack didn't even look over at him was terrifying. The fact that Jack didn't even cry was horrid. It was almost like he was a life sized doll just laying there, staring out into the distance. Tears slowly leaked down Hiccup's face as he walked over, holding Jack's cold hand.

'Is this it? Is he dead?' He wondered, giving the hand a shake. "J-Jack? Jack are you okay?"

There was no answer. Hiccup stared at him for any sign, any sign at all. Finally, he saw one. His eyes, his brother's eyes were moving. They glanced this way and that, blinking even as the world slowly came back to him. Tears glistened on the brims of his eyes and he finally looked over at his younger sibling, a small groan of pain escaping him. "H-Hic, it hurts."

"Don't die, Jack. Please don't die!" To a five year old, no matter how smart, stuff like this was scary. Seeing someone you care so much for fall off a roof like that and not move is up there with the fear of darkness and the boogieman.

Jack groaned and began to move closer to him. "I'm gonna be okay. It's gonna b-ahh!"

The tears flowed out faster than a waterfall, his screams just as loud as the snap a few minutes before. Trying to hug the child was a horrible idea. Completely and utterly horrible. He began regretting trying to comfort his brother as he moved his leg back to where it was.

Jack's screams and cries were just as worse as him being dead. Hiccup began crying into his mittens, the sounds of the ambulance sirens causing him to panic more. Whenever he heard them, he always thought of those horror movies the older boy made him watch. Sirens meant the hospital and the hospital meant waiting for death. And he didn't want his brother to die. They were too young.

Hiccup hugged the blonde tightly, sobbing into his shirt, his cries tied with pleads for him to be alright. When the paramedics finally arrived, they had a hard time pulling the child away from Jack. Who knew a fishbone like him could have been so strong? His hands and wrists were so small, they looked like they would break just picking things up.

"Okay, can you hear me?" One of the paramedics asked, picking Jack up while the other consoled the youngest. "What's your name?"

"M-my name is Jack." He whimpered, crying out when he was placed on the gurney. "W-where's Hiccup? Where's my brother?"

The man flashed a light in both eyes as he spoke. "He'll becoming with you in just a moment." The light flashed off. "Alright, do you know how old you are?"

"I'm seven."

"Good, good." He walked out of the child's sight, the sound of metal clanking against metal made him worried. What were they going to do? "Now, we're just going to give you some morphine. It will cut back the pain but it'll make you very sleepy. Hold still."

Jack did as told, keeping still as he felt a small needle strike his arm. It took a few seconds for the pain killer to flow into his veins but when it did, boy, did he feel strange. Was it four paramedics that walked in? Three? How many Hiccups were there really? There were too many to count. And then he closed his eyes.

Beep…

Beep…

Beep…

"Doctor Thorn to surgery, please. Doctor Thorn to surgery."

A cart being pulled, doctors being called frantically, the beeping and groans of nearby people. He knew exactly where he was. He was in the hospital. And his head was spinning terribly.

Jack sat up in his bed, looking down at his covered legs. The right leg, his broken leg, was huge compared to the left and he wondered if it was just swollen. He pulled the blanket aside and saw that it did indeed have a cast embracing it. Another look around, he saw that he was in a temporary emergency room.

'I should have listened…' Jack thought sadly to himself.

He was always a risk taker, a thrill seeker. He would climb trees to the highs top and laugh as his weight made it bend. His parents always counted on him to put the Christmas lights up around the roof of the house. The boy truly seemed to have no fear. Unless it came to Hiccup. Then he had so many fears, you couldn't count them.

Jack could remember back to when the brunet was born. It was cold and raining, his father was very sarcastic that it was such a lovely day to have a child. He remembered playing at the play table they had built in the waiting room and he remembered listening to the weather forecast that played on the hanging television. The child was only two at the time so he couldn't remember how bad the weather was getting or how good it was going to be that weekend. In fact, he couldn't remember the nurse calling for them when it was time to see the new addition. When they walked into the hospital room, there was his mom, sweaty, red, and smiling. In her hands was a very small bundle. She gestured for them to come closer and when he did, he couldn't believe his eyes. The thing in her hands, his new baby brother, was so tiny. His hands could just barely wrap around Jack's finger when he reached out to pet the brown tuffs on this baby's head. He looked so soft and he felt so gentle. He had to protect this child.

That was the first time he ever remembered going to the hospital. The only time he ever remembered going to the hospital. Until now. Yes, he was a risk taker, but he was careful. All except for this one time.

"You should have been more careful this time." Hiccup's small voice came from the doorway.

Jack smiled down at his brother as he walked up to his bedside. "I'll be extra, extra careful next time. Just don't be a crybaby."

"I am not a crybaby!" If he wasn't in bed with a broken leg, he would have strangled him.

He chuckled at his younger sibling's face and ruffled his hair. After a while of watching television and hearing many more frantic calls to the surgery room, Jack looked over at Hiccup. "Did they call mom and dad yet?"

"They did. They should have been here by now. The doctors called when we were still at home."

"And how long ago was that?"

"Four hours I think. I can't tell time good."

The oldest looked up at the clock. He was right, four or five hours more or less. They were only out to dinner in a place not very far from here. So why was it taking so long? Did they just shrug this off as nothing?

They waited for another hour until the doctor finally came in. His smile was sad as if he had bad news. Jack propped himself up as here turned the smile, expecting the other to say that it wasn't a broken leg but something much worse and life threatening.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, checking over the chart that hung off the footboard.

The child shrugged. "A lot better now. How bad is it, doc? You got the bad look."

The doctor nodded, flipping the pages as if to ignore the question. This was the sign of horrible news. He knew it. Whenever his parents had to tell him that they couldn't have his birthday party or go to the park, they stayed silent for the longest time, their lips puckered as if it left a horrible taste in their mouths.

"We need to get you ready to see your mom."

His heart dropped when he saw the wheelchair roll in. Jack wasn't very good at school, but he knew that people came into the hospital room to visit, not walk out. He looked down at Hiccup who thankfully looked confused. The kid was smart but thank the gods he wasn't smart enough to understand the deep meaning those words had. Even if he would soon enough.

There were mumbles in the halls as the nurses pushed him in the wheel chair. Jack could hear some of what they said. Their whispers were full of 'those poor kids' and 'will their mother make it'. Hiccup had clearly heard them. Of course, he didn't say anything. He was a soldier like that.

Their father sat outside the room, his face buried deep into his hands. There were a few bruises on him and he prayed under his breath, asking for any higher being for the help his wife needed. Jack frowned and held his brother's hand. He could tell that what they were about to see was going to be horrifying. And it was.

Half of her face was swollen and black, her nose bleeding and every other part of her seemed broken. Hiccup frowned at the sight and crawled up onto the bed, curling up into her arms as he always did. "Mom?" He asked.

Their mother gave him a small smile. "Everything will be okay, my little one."

"Mom, are you going to be okay?"

"I will soon." She nodded, gesturing for Jack to come closer. "Listen, both of you. Sometimes things happen to good people. Things that are very bad."

Her oldest picked up her chart and gave it a quick scan. During the five hours they were in the hospital, she was in a car accident. More than likely trying to get here to her children.

"But nothing bad will happen to us, right?" Hiccup wiped away some of his tears. "You'll be able to come home tomorrow, right? The doctors will fix you."

"Doctors cannot fix everything, little one. I cannot be fixed. The best thing for me to do is to slip away."

"But mom!" Jack stood up as much as he could. This couldn't be happening. She was going to die and it was going to be his fault. "Mom, you can't leave us!"

Their mother simply smiled and caressed both their cheeks, taking in their sights. Hiccup looked so much like his father and too much of herself went into Jack. But she was happy that he got her blonde, almost white hair. "My babies." She whispered.

"Don't go, mom." Now Jack was beginning to feel tears run down his face.

"I love you both. Take care of each other."

The monitor went flat. Her hands fell. And the only sound in the whole wing of the hospital was the screams and cries of the two brothers, begging for their mother to come back.

So, the first chapter is over. Okay, I do believe that the Angst level of this story will increase exponentially with the time. But I also know that a story is something unpredictable... So, I'll put Hurt/Comfort. Tell us if you think that Angst is more appropiate, m'kay?

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