This time Hiccup's boss had gone too far.

Having to work overnight because of a stupid mistake? Okay, yeah, the brunette could understand it. Having to work double weekends when others didn't show up for work? He has had worse happen to him. But making him work on a weekend that Hiccup had specifically asked to be off months ago? No. Nu-uh. He was not about to tell his father, "Sorry, can't come. Why? Oh nothing big, just that that job of mine that you hate is making me work on your birthday." Yes, because THAT would go over smoothly. And that is exactly why Hiccup was now barreling towards his boss's office, obviously irate. His freckled hand flew to the door and pushed it open. Hopefully the bang caused by the door slamming into the wall would be reason enough to pay attention to him. Closing his eyes, Hiccup took a deep breath and began his rant.

"Astrid. We both know I've been a pretty good employee lately, and I haven't screwed up anything TOO big in a while, so you have no reason to not allow me this weekend off. I asked for these specific days off, Odin only knows how long ago, so it isn't really fair...to me...and...You have company." Hiccup's words trailed off as he opened his green eyes to find two pairs of bright, blue eyes staring right at him. And in that moment, Hiccup swore that his heart jumped to his throat. He could feel his eyes widen as well as his mouth drop in shock.

"I'll just, uh, talk to you later when you're not as busy!" The brunette's words faltered as he stuttered and nervously backed up to the door without taking his eyes off the two people in front of him. When his hand finally found the doorknob, he twisted it and eagerly left the room.

Astrid Hofferson sighed. She turned to the white haired boy sitting in front of her large desk as she raised an eyebrow at the mischievous smile the other was now donning. Astrid pulled back the few strands that had came loose from her ponytail behind her ear. Not that the motion would help as the hairs seemed to fall back either way, but the movement made her feel slightly more comfortable. "I'm truly sorry about that, Mr. Frost. Typically, my employees don't burst into my office like that, or are even in such a frantic state to begin with."

"It's fine," The white haired man replied, "Although I must admit that this is the first time I've had a person barge in a room while having negotiations. I suppose that there's a first time for everything, though." Astrid sighed, knowing she would still have to explain the reason to Hiccup why he was staying in this weekend. That could wait until later though. This could not.

"Do we have a deal, Mr. Frost?" Astrid questioned. The man in front of her paused for a moment to think. Astrid noticed that even while he was silent, the same mirthful smile adorned his face. His blue eyes met hers again as he began to answer.

"I'll have to think about it a bit more. It takes time to consider things like this, especially factoring in what it could do for both of our companies. It could either build us or destroy us, Ms. Hofferson," Frost answered eloquently. Astrid nodded in agreement.

"I understand. That's why I would like you to accompany one of my finest workers this weekend to help you decide."

"Oh?" The man asked, obviously intrigued. "And which one is that?"

Astrid smirked. "I believe you have met him already. He is, after all, the one who so gracefully came in here with half a mind to tell me off."

Jack Frost's eyes twinkled in amusement. "Interesting."

Yeah, Hiccup was pretty sure he was having a slight panic attack. He didn't typically have them, but Hiccup figured he would be light on himself considering the reason behind it being him flying into a meeting and thoroughly embarrassing himself.

His face was still burning when he got back to his cubicle. Hiccup could hear Fishlegs rustling around before his large head popped up. The blond's eyes were wide with worry. They only got bigger when they met Hiccup' s flushed, slightly scared face.

"Woah, Hiccup! What happened back there?! You look like you did when you found out you had to show Dagur around for a week!" Fishlegs exclaimed. Hiccup shivered in response and slightly glared at the man in front of him.

"Thank you Fishlegs for that excellent blast to the past. I really needed it right now." The sarcasm rolled effortlessly from the brunette as he sat down in his seat and looked at Fishlegs (who was still peering over from his cubicle). Hiccup sighed and tried to calm himself down. "What happened?" Hiccup repeated. "Oh nothing really, just me busting into Astrid's office and ranting to her while she was in a meeting with someone."

"Oh, that's not too ba- DID YOU SAY BUST INTO HER OFFICE DURING HER MEETING?!" Fishlegs yelled, obviously as distraught as Hiccup if not somewhat more so.

"Yes! And could you not yell? I'd prefer some not to hear about it." Hiccup winced, knowing that at least one or two said "some" were probably nearby.

"But Hiccup! This is serious! Did you not read the memo this morning?!"

Hiccup shrugged sheepishly and looked up at the other. "Not really. I just kind if flew off the handle when I read the message telling me to work this weekend no matter what."

If Hiccup was nervous before, he was utterly terrified now. Fishlegs's mouth was dropped open and his eyes wider than saucers. When he spoke, it was in a whisper as if there was an axe above both their heads at this very moment. Judging by his expression, Hiccup could assume the analogy was closer than he'd like.

"Hiccup. The person in there is Jack Frost. As in THE Jack Frost, you know, the CEO of North's Toytastical Fantasm!?"

Hiccup knew it was a stupid first reaction, but the words slipped out before he could stop them. "But...What would a toy company want with a digital design company. How does that even work?"

"Hiccup! That's not the point right now! The point is that we really need this guy to like us!"

"And I just bust into an important meeting with them." A facepalm. "Great. What do I do now?"

Before the other could respond, they heard a loud ding come from Hiccup's computer. A simultaneous gulp came from both men. They both knew the sound well. That was the sound of an email being received. Green orbs met blue.

"You don't think it's...?" Fishlegs's words trailed off, but the meaning was still understood. After a moment of silence, Hiccup sighed.

"Guess there's only one way to find out.." Hiccup mused as he opened the email, scanned it, and gulped. He stood up with a frightened look. Fishlegs immediately responded, firing questions at him.

"What'd it say? Was it Astrid? Is she mad?" Hiccup looked over with wide eyes. "It just told me to report to the office." Fishlegs didn't say anything as he watched Hiccup walk away. He didn't need to. Fishlegs just hoped that he'd be able to work with his friend tomorrow.

AN: And that's all I have~. If the story piques enough interest, I'll try to coerce my Muse into cooperating with me. If not, then chapters may come, but they will more than likely be in irregular intervals. Who knows?