Disclaimer: I own neither one of Rise of The Guardians and How To Train Your Dragon.

His skin was as pale porcelain, smooth as a newborn babe, clean of any blemishes normally present on pubescent teen. There was a dash of faint freckless across his nose and cheeks, it wasn't too visible unless you were to lean closer.

Beneath the closed eyelids would be the most beautiful shade of blue he had ever seen. Arctic blue; just like the element he wielded.

It should be impossible for someone to be this beautiful and pure.

Untouched.

He caresses the smooth skin and shivers in delight.

He was as cold as ice, and he had tohold back the hiss of pain as the warmth of his skin was slowly receding into unhealthy temperature. But he doesn't mind, the frigid temperature had spurred something on his subconcious, of something familiar, of memories on his distant past that he thought had been forgotten.

Of home.

It was amazing how a simple touch could affect him this way.

He smiled gently, caressing the tuft of white hair with careful tenderness shown only for his best friend. "Soon, Jack. It's almost done." He whispers softly.

Jack didn't answer. He never did.

It was fine, he didn't mind it. He does not mind it even if the object of his interest couldn't hear him as he whispers lovingly against his high cheekbones carved perfectly by the hands of Angels.

He stared at the teen nestled on his bed and smiled.

"I'll be back."

He always did.

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AN: Hey guys, this us my first work in this fandom *hides beneath the bedframe* so... uh, be gentle?