AN: During the Hijack Smut Week 2017 event on Tumblr, I accidentally-on-purpose connected all my submissions into one story. Since I'm taking that plot and expanding on it, it seemed fitting that I use Day 1: "How far does that tattoo go?" as the first chapter.

"LOOK OUT!"

Jack was, admittedly, not always the best at skateboarding. On many days, he was smooth, and agile, and not shitty in the slightest. But not today, apparently, as he had lost control and was careening downhill. Would a normal person jump off the board and save their bodies from potential monumental physical pain? Yes. Did Jack want to do that and risk losing his very pretty Zero Prism to the woods, never to be found again? Hell no.

As it were, anyway, it was probably better he was still on said skateboard so he could warn people in his path that something was rapidly rolling towards them. Personally, he would rather someone yell at him to get out of the way than have his ankles or shins obliterated by something close to 8 pounds flying downhill at a ridiculous speed without warning.

It wasn't too fortunate for neither him nor the boy in his path, though, because his warning fell upon a pair of earbuds.

By the time Jack saw those earbuds, it was already too late.

He tried to veer left, but given the lack of control the white-haired boy had over his board at the moment, he didn't make it that far. His shoulder connected hard with the lanky boy in his path, making for a very painful kind of brake to Jack's out-of-control ride. His board went flying, thankfully landing wheels-up a few feet away. But Jack ended up in a very uncomfortable tangle of thin limbs until he and the freckled kid he'd just run down looked more like a very disfigured arachnid than two separate boys.

"Ohhhh shiiiit," Jack groaned once he finally caught his breath, struggling to pull himself out of the pretzel situation without doing too much harm to his partner in pain. "God, are you okay?"

His human cushion slowly sat up with a nasally groan of his own, rolling his shoulders and earning a disconcerting popping sound that made Jack cringe. "I'm...uh, I'm not really sure. Maybe give me a moment to think that over."

The two slowly and carefully peeled themselves apart. Jack had a brief moment of terror when his leg bumped against the stranger's, only for it to bend the wrong way. Then, the freckled angel because holy fuck were those eyes green or was he seeing the world through some kind of wild instagram filter reached down to readjust it. He must have seen Jack's horrified expression, though, because he spoke up again through the grimace on his features. "Oh, don't worry, it's uhhh… It's fake. You knocked it loose, that's all."

Jack heaved a sigh of relief, putting a hand to his chest. The stranger snorted in amusement at his reaction, which was a little offensive to Jack. Anyone else with a lick of sense would have thought they'd just broken the dude's leg. "So like… Are you okay?" he asked again, climbing up to his feet.

"Oh? Oh. Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Just…bruised, probably. Nothing broken, so that's good. Uhhh…are you?" The stranger tried to stand, but Jack held out a hand for him. He took it, and Jack helped him to his feet. Foot. Foot and a half? Oh god, this was so wrong. Man, he hoped no one around him could read minds. This was a disaster.

"Good," Jack instead said, taking his hand back once the boy was righted again. "Good, glad I don't need to take you to a hospital. In case you hadn't noticed, my ride isn't exactly a reliable one and I don't think you'd get there in one piece." He offered a lopsided grin, internally cringing. Was he taking this moment to flirt? Seriously?

But the stranger laughed (an awkward but amazing sound to Jack's ears) and held out his hand again, this time to shake. "I'm Hiccup."

"Is that a nickname, orrrr…" Really, Jack? He took Hiccup's hand anyway, shaking it a little awkwardly.

"Nope, that's uh… That's my real name. Unfortunately."

"No, no, I didn't mean it that way. It's not bad, really. Just uhhh… Y'know. Unusual. I've never heard a name like that before. I'm Jack."

"It's an old family name," Hiccup sighed and shrugged. "It's not important. I mean, it is important, I suppose, but not…in this context…" He trailed off, and awkwardly moved to pick up the skateboard Jack had nearly gotten them both killed over. Not that Jack regretted that. If he'd let it fly, he wouldn't have run into the cutest person he'd ever fucking seen. "Uhhh, here. Nice to meet you, uh, Jack."

Jack had his lopsided grin still plastered on his face as Hiccup handed over his board. "Thanks," he hummed.

"That's quite a board," Hiccup commented, his hypnotic green eyes working their way down the equally hypnotic print on the deck. It was a complete holographic sheet under a simple decal, so Jack didn't blame him for looking so fascinated.

"Thanks," he hummed, shifting so he was holding the board tucked in close to his side. "I love it. I mean, it reflects rainbows. Can't get any more me than that." Holy fuck, did he just make a reference to how hella gay he was? Loki have mercy on his fucking soul. The awkwardness he smelled on Hiccup must have been contagious.

Hiccup's eyes drifted from the board to Jack's face, a small smirk on his own face. Then his gaze fell to Jack's collarbone, where his jacket had somewhat fallen down his arm and exposed the beginnings of what appeared to be brush strokes peeking out from under his shirt's low collar. "That is also uh… That's also quite a tattoo you have there," Hiccup said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Did it hurt? Considering the uh, placement."

"Probably more than you think," Jack chuckled, shrugging. Then, with a little smirk, he tugged the side of his shirt down a little to reveal that the ink went down further. "Over the collarbone was nothing. This baby is huge - took three sessions to get it done. It's a W-"

"Woolly Howl," Hiccup interrupted him, smiling and showing off a row of crooked teeth. Jack felt his heart skip a beat. "Right? The dragon. I can tell by the spikes running along the back of the tail."

Jack looked down at the exposed bit of the tattoo, mildly impressed with Hiccup's keen eye. "Wow," he hummed. "Can't even see the whole thing and you've pegged me right. I've always felt kind of a connection with them."

Something sparked in Hiccup's eyes that Jack couldn't place. "I'm partial to the Night Fury." Both dragons were rare in historical texts. Jack was actually pretty sure that the Night Fury was extinct long before even the rarest dragons known to modern mankind were endangered, if his memory was correct. "I-I know not a whole lot is known about them, but something about the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself just screams…me. Right?"

This time it was Jack's turn to laugh at the sarcasm in the cutie's tone. "I dunno. Don't wanna go making assumptions about you just yet. I think we should definitely get to know each other better first and then let me judge you."

Hiccup rolled his eyes, but the soft smile on his features told Jack that what he said was the right thing to say. "So, can I see the whole thing?"

Jack smirked and tugged up his shirt, showing off the tattoo. Over the side of his torso was a brushstroke interpretation of a Woolly Howl. Jack was really proud of the art - it was his own, and he got a lot of compliments on the details despite it being an abstract style like brushstroke. The entire dragon was visible, but the artistic swirls of frost and snowflakes meant to be its ice blast disappeared down his waistband. Hints of what looked like colorful stains peeked out from just under his jeans as well. It transitioned into a watercolor tattoo the further down it got.

The question came just as Jack had expected it to. "How far does that tattoo go?"

His response was almost immediate. "Buy me dinner and I'll show you."

Dinner was a cheap meal of the frozen variety at Hiccup's apartment, but that was all the same to Jack. As he was standing in front of Hiccup in the bedroom, slowly peeling off his shirt and pushing down his jeans that evening while a pair of gods-given green eyes stared intently at the newly exposed skin, he didn't care whether he'd been fed gourmet cuisine or a 79 cent cheeseburger mac pack. All he cared about was the freckled hands taking a hold of his waist when he walked closer and the gorgeous hot mouth that was beginning to trail down the ever more vibrant colors on his now very flushed body, heading for its prize.