Title: Drunk At First Sight
Rating: Teen (For now maybe?)
Genre: Romance/General
Pairings: Jack/Hiccup
Warnings: BOY/BOY PAIRING. If you don't like that, please simply press the back button and move on in life. A bit of spoilers for the movie, maybe? Underage drinking. Possible OOCness. Timeline abuse.
Summary: AU/Modern Setting. Reincarnation. Three hundred years after and Jack just wants to kiss him; Hiccup just wants his dad to understand his newfound passion.

A/N: This isn't my first fanfiction. Reviews are beyond welcome! I get more motivation to write if I know that people actually like this fic. Beware that I don't fully know Jack and Hiccup as characters. I've seen both movies and am currently watching Riders of Berk, but there's just more to them, you know? : ) And I apologize for any grammar mistakes. I just wanted to get this out as soon as possible.

Chapter 1

"This is Berk, it snows nine months of the year and hails the other three."

Hiccup narrowed his eyes; the single sentence was a heavy contrast to the blinding white document.

"Well this isn't going anywhere." He sighed before resting his chin on the palm of his hand, an elbow propped on his desk as he stared tiredly at the screen.

The boy huffed before running a hand through his unkempt brown locks. Giving one more look to the taunting screen of his laptop, the teen slammed it shut before whirling a 180 on his chair. Crumpling a piece of scratch paper in one hand, he tossed it towards the wastebasket, only to have it bounce back. Hiccup sighed before stealing a dreaded glance at the digital clock on his nightstand.

1:13AM

"Another productive night, eh buddy?" Hiccup said as he glanced over to the occupant in the corner.

A large black dog trotted towards him, intelligent eyes gazing hopefully at the human. Hiccup smiled grimly, pressing his face closer to the dog's face. He could have sworn there was an odd green tint to those eyes.

"Bleh!" Hiccup gasped, laughing as he attempted in vain to push the dog away. He stuck his tongue out, making a gagging face at the sticky wet feel of his skin. Torn between amusement and disgust, he shot the dog a mock glare, hoping for the animal to take a hint. The dog in return gave him an innocent look. Hiccup raised an eyebrow, shrugging before leaning back into his seat.

"Toothless!" The boy squawked, laughing softly as Toothless attacked him relentlessly. He stifled a giggle and groaned at the unpleasant feeling of the rough tongue that licked the left side of his face before pulling away.

Sprawled flat on the carpet floor with his head resting on the back of his best friend, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock IV gazed wistfully at the ceiling above him. His eyes landed towards the misshapen crumple of his blanket, the unmade bed was the only "messy" entity in his normally neat room. Not that his dad would have minded whether he was messy anyway. Having a messy room was the least of his problems when his dad was around. There was a few comic books stack haphazardly on the edge of his nightstand. A small bookshelf was situated a few feet to the right of his bed. Much to his dad's confusion there was more literature than actual comic books. It wasn't that he liked one more than the other. Hiccup loved both the drawings and vivid storytelling that comic books and literature provided him.

He wanted to be a writer.

The crisp pages and the gentlest of touches required turning the pages, careful of not bending the corners; he loved books. From J.K' Rowling's Harry Potter to Dostoyevskky's Crime and Punishment, Hiccup wanted to experience it all. The characters, the plot, and the words themselves that brings the story into a reality; he wanted to create something like that. He knew he had a story worth telling.

"I manage to figure out what I want to do a year ago yet I still haven't had any success in convincing dad. Go me," Hiccup muttered before stretching out his arm to grab the black dragon plush from the floor. He held it to his face, eyeing the smiling dragon critically before pressing it against his chest in an embrace. It was an old toy that had seen better days, but he had still managed to keep it in a decent condition with the constant touchups if his bandaged hands were an indicator. He wasn't good with a needle and thread, but he was getting there.

He had gotten the plush dragon when he was ten, just five years ago. Upon receiving it, he had dubbed it Toothless since it had a gummy smile. Dragons were one of the many things he liked that his dad didn't understand. Hiccup had a whole collection of dragons that he had bought with his own money when he was old enough to work. The various reptile figures were scattered across his room. Some were placed on top of his bookcases while others on his desk, but the favorite ones were kept on his nightstand.

His gaze fell back to the lone plush wrapped protectively around his hand. Shifting into a more comfortable position, Hiccup sighed contently and glanced over to the sleeping form of the real Toothless that he was currently using as a makeshift pillow. Yanking the covers off his bed, he draped it around himself and settled back down. His thoughts drifted to the mysterious appearance of his beloved plush dragon before sleep caught up.

It was safe to say that Jack felt accomplished for once in his three hundred and something years of existence. Even when the moon had chosen him to be "gifted" with such powers and immortality wasn't up to par with this. That hadn't been an accomplishment; he was just given that position. No, for once Jack Frost managed to earn something by himself, and he never felt happier.

Initially he hadn't wanted to be a guardian, but looking at it all back, he was glad that he had made the right choice. Grinning, the spirit of winter flew through the narrow streets, letting out an explosion of snowballs from underneath with a loud whoop. He snickered as he heard a loud smack followed by a groan from below.

"And it never gets old, no matter where I'm at."

"Hiccup! Hurry it up or you're going to be late!" The loud grumble from his father signaling Hiccup's thoughts elsewhere as he hastily brushed the snow from his shoulders. He shook his head, short locks flying about as he attempted to comb the leftover snow from his hair.

"Ugh. I can sure tell today's going to be another swell day." The fifteen year old boy mumbled as he caught up to his father's side. "And why are you eager to get me to school? Normally you'd persuade me to quit school and go work with Gobber at the bakery or something…" He trailed off, casting the large man a suspicious look.

Hiccup lived on the island of Berk that was famous for its Viking history and scenery. Although there wasn't much about Berk saved for the landscape; they did have some awesome grassy areas, but that was all he could think up from the top of his head. It was a small island with an even smaller population count. The residents of Berk claimed to be ancestors to the very Vikings themselves that had lived on the land a couple of centuries ago. It wasn't hard to be convinced considered the size that some of the people were.

Despite their steadfast determination to stick to the old ways, hence the scarcity of technology, Berk was a hotspot for tourism. It was one of the main reasons why the place was still able to thrive despite its low productivity and education.

"I mean, not that I don't like working with Gobbler..But you know I don't want to do that for-oof!"

The loud pat on his back knocked him off balance, sending Hiccup tripping over his feet before he regained balance. The look his father gave him sent him into silence. He bit his lip and met the man's gaze. It was common knowledge that Stoick was a big man and it would have been expected if Hiccup had turned out that way, but much to his father's disappointment, that wasn't the case. While his father towered over six feet with a strong, stocky built, Hiccup was the polar opposite. He wasn't exactly the shortest boy in the class, but he was by no means the tallest. A measly 5'2 at the age of fifteen with a lanky built and stringy legs and arms that looked like they had been awkwardly attached.

He watched as the man heaved a sigh before turning to him fully and clapped his beefy hands on Hiccup's bony shoulders.

"It's alright, son. You're still young and maybe a wee bit confused, but you'll come to your senses soon. None of that wishy washy stuff with your strange obsession with your dragons and your ideas of being a painter." The man said, eyeing his son with an expression that bordered on wanting to understand the boy to not understanding at all.

"Writer, dad. I want to be a writer, not a painter. You'd know if you actually paid attention for once," Hiccup replied drily as he crossed his arms and looked to the side. He bit his lip, frustrated as he averted his glare to the black smudge on his shoes.

Stoick chuckled before shooting Hiccup a more serious look.

"Writer. Painter. Whatever. They're all these wishy washy fantasies and you need to clear your head out of them. When you're older you're going to help me with the town. As much as Berk gets with all tourism and attraction, we still don't quite make enough to meet the needs of all the people."

"But I don't want to do that." Hiccup took a step back, releasing the hold that Stoick had on him. Eyes narrowed slightly, He glared at the man before turning away. Shoulders slumping, he felt his fingers curled up against his palms. "Why can't you just understand that I don't want to be stuck here forever?" The fifteen year old mumbled before stomping off, ignoring the loud cry of "where do you think you're going?"

While Berk wasn't the most entertaining places, Jack usually finds himself there. He can't say why it's his number one location to loiter around and pass the time. Maybe it's the residents of Berk and how they remind him of the Vikings from back then. There's really not much of a difference between the people then and the people now. Despite the obvious changes of it being a bit more civilized with the advanced in technology and whatnot.

But it's only obvious to Jack on why he's always there. It doesn't matter how many years have passed; he doesn't let his hope die.

The fiasco with Pitch and the whole recruitment thing with the other guardians that occurred a few months ago and the increase in temperature, it was once more time to stay in Berk for a little while.

He groaned for the umpteenth time of that day, dropping his lunch tray down before his head met the table.

"What's eating you up?"

The sound of another tray on the table forced him to lift his head up, seeing the slow smile that formed on his friend's face.

"Hey Astrid...It's nothing really." Hiccup replied, stifling a yawn. He stretched his arms; accidently knocking his small carton of milk in the process, wincing at the glare the lunch lady shot from behind the counters.

"That bad, huh? Is it your dad again?" She asked, her expression nonchalant while her tone was laced with a hint of concern.

He smiled at her and shrugged before swooping up the leftovers of his fallen milk, making a face at the rancid smell that infiltrated his nostrils. "On second thought, this goes great with the floor." He dropped it back down when the lunch ladies weren't looking, turning his attentions onto the blond sitting across from him. "Yeah, same old problems. You know him." He waved his hand in dismissal; a dejected look crossed his features.

"Well, he's going to have to understand eventually. It's not like you want to stay here forever. Heck, even I don't want to." The blond shot Hiccup a look before spearing a piece of meat with her fork.

"No, no I don't. I don't want to stay here. I mean, don't get me wrong…Berk is a nice place..but.." Hiccup trailed off, scrunching his face up in concentration as he racked his brain for something that was remotely pleasing about Berk besides the scenery.

"But there are just way nicer places out there. I get where you're coming from." Astrid replied, throwing Hiccup a knowing look, the smallest of smiles on her lips as she looked at him fondly. She shrugged and took another bite of her mystery meat before pushing the tray away from her.

He flushed and looked away, rubbing his arm nervously.

"Y-Yeah."

It still amazed Hiccup sometimes, how he was able to be friends with Astrid of all people. The whole thing started off with a huge crush because honestly what kind of a guy didn't crush on Astrid? It was near impossible. Unless you swung the other way, but the idea was practically unheard of in Berk.

She was clearly the prettiest girl in his year with her golden blond hair and stunning blue eyes. In Hiccup's eyes, not only was she gorgeous, but she had a personality as well. Astrid was clever, if it weren't for him, she would have been first place in their year, not that there was much competition to begin with though. The blond was also tough and determined or feisty as sometimes Hiccup would like to say, but never to her face unless he wanted his own in pain.

"Your dad loves you, Hiccup. He just has a hard time showing it. I'm sure he'll come around. He has to after all." She said, breaking Hiccup out of his thoughts with a smile and a playful punch to the arm.

"Ow. Yeah, I guess. Well if he won't see then I'll have to make him see. Anyways, how are things for you? Got any practice done with the set you just bought?" He asked curiously, rubbing the spot where Astrid had punched him as he looked at her.

"Oh, you know. Same old same old." The blond smirked before flipping her braid back.

He rolled his eyes in amusement.

While Hiccup had his goals of pursuing a writing career, Astrid had archery. There wasn't any target that she couldn't hit without it being perfect. She was clearly skilled in it and had hopes of competing in the professionals one day.

"I know, I know. I bring the food for Friday night's gathering."

"And the twins are bringing the alcohol, so that's settled."

Friday couldn't come any faster for Hiccup so when the day finally rolled in; the fifteen year old was out of the door when the final bell rang. Jumping off the steps, he waved goodbye to his classmates before heading towards the direction of the local grocery store.

Grabbing a basket by the entrance, he headed for the snack aisle and loaded his basket with chips and sodas. Hiccup paused, dropping his arm back to his side as he heard a loud crash that was followed by a loud groan. Walking towards the sound, Hiccup stopped and stared in disbelief at the sight before him.

There was a man lying on the ground, numerous ketchup bottles scattered around him. Next to the man was a makeshift wet floor sign. Taking a moment to scan the environment, Hiccup walked over. The man moaned and slowly sat up, rubbing his back as he slowly stood up with the help of Hiccup.

"Uh..Hey, are you..alright?" Hiccup asked as he looked at the man, searching for any signs of injury but finding none. He brought his gaze away, hearing a small faint snicker. Turning his head left and right, he frowned as he found none. "Hey, did you hear that?"

"Had better days. Saw the wet floor sign, but the place looks dry." The man grumbled as he walked away.

Muting out the man's 'thank you', he crouched down and touched the floor. Hiccup blinked as he brought his fingers to his face, eyes narrowed as he surveyed the small chunks of ice particles.

"What the?" He pulled his hand away and looked to the rest of the tiled floor in surprise. From this angle, it was possible to see that the floor was covered in a thin layer of ice.

Remembering that he had things to pay for, Hiccup crushed the suspicious thought from his mind and walked away.

It wasn't until around eight did Hiccup find himself at Astrid's front porch. While Berk was a small place and the adults were normally lenient if not a little crazy at times, they always held up the pastime of eating together as a family.

"Oof. Ate too much there." The boy whispered to himself, patting his bloated stomach before the door swung open, revealing the identical grinning faces of the twins. He was then ushered to the living room where the rest of his friends had gathered.

Even though he was the guardian of fun and amusement, there were times that Jack was bored. The teenager snorted at the thought, making loops in the air before taking a quick dive, only to come floating back up.

"318 years of the same thing and I'm bound to have my moments of boredom." The troublemaker muttered to himself as he floated on his back, arms crossed behind his head. Pressing his lips gently before parting them open, he released a wisp of ice particles. He brought a finger up, twirling the strands of thin ice before flicking it into the sky, a tiny explosion of ice raining from above.

Jack stood up and pursed his pale lips as he surveyed the houses from underneath him. He flew lower, noting that while it was a Friday night, nothing much was going on. There was a drunken woman meandering back to her doorsteps and he was able to make out a fight that was occurring from a block away. He laughed, grinning as the man yelled in the woman's face before the woman rebuttal with a quick smack to his face.

He winced. "Ow. That's gotta hurt." Jack whispered to himself as his attention strayed elsewhere. Not much was going on and the quiet night was making the boy rather lonely. He hated the feeling of loneliness and while he had friends to call his own now, it still wasn't the same.

Vision dark as he closed his eyes, he allowed himself a small smile before spiraling down, his mind filled with thoughts of a boy from a few centuries back.

Hiccup giggled as he staggered in a drunken haze. Bringing his bleary gaze to the left, he smiled crookedly, snorting at the sight of Snotlout passed out flat on his back with crude doodles drawn on his face. Shaking his head in amusement, the teenager headed towards the balcony. He slid the glass door shut, leaving a small gap just in case he lost more of his motor skills and brain cells. Hiccup didn't want to be stuck outside in the freezing cold after all.

Holding the red plastic cup in one hand, he plopped down on the wooden chair, lifting his head up a little to scan the streets for any people. The island was a small one that lived by its own rules. While alcohol was heavily used in celebration, it was not often that underage kids could procure alcohol. Hiccup didn't know where the alcohol had came from, but he had a good guess that the twins had smuggled some from Gobber when the man was asleep. After all, the man was forgetful when it came to locking doors.

He was contently sipping his drink. A simple cup of apple cider because he didn't remember how much he had drunk and it was best to switch to something with no alcohol in it. Hiccup licked his lips and was in the action of downing the rest of it before he heard a loud crash.

"Whoo!"

Hiccup blinked and rubbed his bleary eyes. Leaving his cup on the floor, he stood up and walked over to the edge of the balcony. Fingers grasped the railing as he search for the source of the noise. He blinked again and frowned at the sight of an arm sticking out from a huge pile of snow. The pile of snow wriggled viciously before another arm shot out; the person was clutching a long wooden staff.

Not making out much with his bleary vision, Hiccup sighed in frustration.

"Hey! Are you alright there?" The teen yelled, ignoring the protest sloshing from within his stomach. He ignored it and continued to stare at the pile. Eyes widened as a head stuck out and the person shot out of it. "What the..?" Hiccup murmured as he rubbed his eyes furiously. "That's not possible!"

"Oh believe it is, drunk boy."

Hiccup frowned at the nickname, bringing his hands away from his eyes to get a better look at the person.

He looked about seventeen maybe eighteen, Hiccup wasn't so sure. The boy had short, unusual silver hair that stuck out a little from a top. His short bangs were swept to the side slightly, revealing dark eyebrows with the left eyebrow arched in amusement. The skin was a white pale, not a sickly white as if the boy hadn't stepped outside, but pure white as if the boy was made from snow himself. Stunning vivid blue eyes met his own pools of green, trapping Hiccup in the mesmerizing stare. The boy's lips moved.

"Hiccup?"

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