Relax - Chapter Five

Pairing: Hijack/Frostcup

Word Count: 2,586

Warnings: Mentions of Implied-Naughty Behavior, A Bit of Mildly-Violent Action, A Hiccstrid Flirting Moment, and Some Language

Of course he had that stupid dream again. Of course, he did! Hiccup clutched his head, trying to will the memory to leave his mind. The idea of Jack bugging him and following him around was just stuck. The words he spoke, the way he acted, and especially what he'd done. Plus, it tended to always end in an odd way…usually 'unusually' erotic. More often than not, the dream was always the same thing, over and over; he tells Jack "no"and he does it anyway. But, for whatever reason, in this dream, if Hiccup said no, Jack actually stopped, which was nice at first, but it made him crave it so much, he wound up begging him to do something, and it was…just…so different. It was so weird. It was so good…

Oh, Gods, stop thinking about it!

Why did he have to have that dream again? This was going to ruin his day, he just knew it.

He shook his head, trudging over to his desk, taking a seat. He could just sit and get the rest of his work done, and not think about stupid dreams anymore.
Hiccup diligently wrote away, completing the remaining pages quickly as his dragon awoke from across the room. Hiccup backed up his chair to stand, only to nearly slip and fall. He glanced down at the floor beneath him, noticing a visible layer of ice covering most of it. Staring up at the hole in his ceiling, Hiccup wondered what Jack could possibly be up to now.

He carefully made his way downstairs, which was nice and warm from the fire that he'd foolishly forgotten to put out last night again… Oh, well, at least he didn't burn the house down…again.

Opening the front door, his expression suddenly dropped faster than Toothless without his tail… There was snow everywhere, covering everything. Not just in inches, but some of the drifts were even taller than him! Hiccup sighed in annoyance; yet another chore to add to today's list, he supposed.

He walked, calling Toothless down from the roof, telling him they should gear up to get rid of some of the snow. Toothless was all too happy to hear that, rushing down to lick Hiccup's face and make his hair stick up on the side of his head. Hiccup laughed, pushing the dragon away, attempting to smooth out his hair before Jack showed up to laugh at him, but a gust of wind made him realize it was too late for that.
"Nice cowlick, dragon boy," Jack chuckled, his usual smirk plastered on his face. Hiccup shot him a playful glare, flattening his hair back down, and headed back to grab his saddle. Jack followed, asking what he was up to so early.
"Well, I have to get some of these paths cleared or no one will make it to the arena this morning for my last class," Hiccup explained nonchalantly, keeping as much sarcasm down as possible. Jack frowned,
"Uhh, you know, you should ride Toothless for fun, not just for…work—"

Hiccup opened the shed, Toothless waiting next to him, and pulled out the saddle,
"Well, I don't really have time to do much else today until my class is over."
"Oh, come on!" Jack whined, "Why can't you just call a snow day?"
Hiccup sighed,
"Because, with you around all year, every day would be a snow day."
"Well, duh," Jack laughed, "that's the point."
Hiccup strapped the saddle onto his dragon, which was starting to prove difficult with how much Toothless was jumping around.
"Hey," Hiccup called, "whoa, Toothless. Calm down, bud. We're just clearing some snow—"

"When you should be taking that break," Jack interjected, "like you said you would."
Hiccup shot a glare over his shoulder at the winter spirit,
"Well, maybe if someone didn't purposely try to ruin my plans today, I WOULD be riding Toothless just for fun and not have to do any of this!"
Jack just stared back at him silently. Hiccup huffed and turned back to Toothless, adjusting the saddle and get ready to climb on.
Toothless looked up at him and he sighed. He knew he was going to regret that promise from last night…
He started to pull himself onto Toothless, but before he did, he glanced back, feeling that maybe he should apologize. When he looked, though, Jack was gone.
Well, so much for that. Way to go, Hiccup.
He sighed and turned back to his dragon, climbing on.
"Come on, bud," he told him, looking up at the cloudy sky. "Let's go."

After clearing a couple of paths from everyone's homes, Hiccup and Toothless flew over towards the arena, only to find a lot of the kids and some of the teenagers all playing in the fresh snow.

Toothless quickly cleared the final pathway, and rushed off back towards a snowball fight, but Hiccup steered them back towards the arena. There just wasn't time for that. Not yet, anyway.

Class went just as well as any other day. Meaning, Hiccup practically dragged them out of the snow and into the arena, where they all proceeded to whine and complain that they were stuck in his boring class instead of playing in all the new snow. Hiccup was annoyed, but he felt terrible enough for forcing them to come in the first place—there was nothing wrong with just ONE snow day, right?—and eventually just let them loose, their dragons scurrying along behind them as they rushed back to the mounds of snow.
Hiccup sighed, kicking at the ground. "Oh, what's the use? They all just come to me when something goes wrong, anyway…" he muttered.
He glanced up towards the sky, noticing dark clouds circling the island. A few specs of snow began to fall again, and Hiccup glared, storming out of the arena in a sour mood.
Jack just couldn't leave him alone for a minute, could he? He began trudging through the gate, just narrowly dodging a snowball to the head as he passed through the group of kids outside the arena.
As he glanced towards his house, he noticed Toothless jumping around with a certain white-haired being, and abruptly stopped in his tracks.
Hiccup looked around; he couldn't go home yet, Jack wouldn't leave him alone all day if he did. The smithy quickly came into view and Hiccup let out a short sigh of relief. Perfect.

Warm, and safe from any intrusions of one Jack Frost, Hiccup clambered to the back room of the shop, searching for a project to work on. He noticed a long saddle sitting in the corner and pulled it out.

"Oh, right, this is Hookfang's," he remembered, setting it down to see what still needed to be done. He turned back to grab some leatherwork tools, sighing as he realized why he stopped working on this one. Snotlout's almost completely-untrained dragon had a nasty habit of burning his saddle to a crisp just for fun. This was the thirty-second—no, thirty-third—saddle he'd made for the wretched dragon, and he had just about given up two weeks ago when he witnessed the pointless burning of the last one. Seriously, what was the point? It was a waste of good material that could be made into several other things, including saddles for more well-behaved dragons. And then, of course, Snotlout always complained that it's never comfortable and he's now somehow convinced Hiccup is 'ruining' his saddles on purpose.
He stared down at the incomplete saddle in frustration. Gods, he hated this thing. But he hated to think what annoyance Jack would conjure if he returned home. So, he got to work.

A couple of hours later, and the saddle was finished. Hiccup set it down and gave it a once-over, checking for marks. He gave up halfway through, though, figuring there was no point. It'd just be charred in less than a week from then, anyway.
A shout from outside caught his attention, and he opened the window to look. He noticed Astrid flying Stormfly towards the arena, Fishlegs and Meatlug right behind her. Hiccup grinned; Toothless would definitely be up for some normal training again. He closed the window, put away his tools, and rushed out of the room…
Only to rush back in and grab Hookfang's thirty-third saddle and then take off back out of the shop.
Making his way towards his house, he noticed Toothless lying on the roof, just watching the other dragons fly by. Hiccup pulled some fingers into his mouth and let out a whistle, catching the Night Fury's attention.
"Come on, bud!" He shouted to him, "Let's go train with the others today!"
Excited, Toothless jumped down, and they rushed back to the arena to join the other teenagers.

"Alright, I'm ready to see what you got today, Fishlegs!" Astrid smiled, jumping down off her dragon as the group entered the arena, "You better bring it!"
Fishlegs grinned,
"Oh, I will!"
As Snotlout rushed inside, Hiccup and Toothless snuck in, looking around. Astrid glanced back and smirked,
"Well, well, look who's back!"
Hiccup laughed as she ran over and gave him a quick hug,
"How was the youth dragon training? Did you like it?"

"It was terrible," Hiccup said with a smile. Astrid reached up to ruffle his hair and he pushed her arm away, laughing. It definitely felt good to be back with the gang again. He glanced around, noticing Fishlegs petting Meatlug.
"So," he started, "what did I miss while I was away? Anything good?"
Astrid put a hand on her hip, gesturing towards Snotlout and Hookfang,
"Well, Hookfang finally learned a command," she explained, "but he doesn't always do it."
Hiccup rolled his eyes,
"Figures."
Speaking of, though…
Hiccup waved to Snotlout,
"Got your new saddle, Snotlout!" He shouted to him. The boy jumped down and ran over, grabbing the saddle ruthlessly from his cousin's hands.
"Alright, now I've got somethin' to show off Hookfang's new trick!" he grinned excitedly. And, without warning, he threw the saddle up in the air, signaled to his dragon, and it was suddenly on fire.
Hiccup groaned. Why did he even bother?
"Well, at least Hookfang did the command…" Astrid commented. Hiccup waved it off, and turned back to her.
"So, what about the others? Any big improvements?"
Astrid smiled, gesturing back to Fishlegs,
"Fishlegs has been kicking butt this past week, really showing Snotlout who's boss around here!"
"That's great," Hiccup grinned. Fishlegs needed some more victories now and again.
"And, the twins—" Astrid looked around, spinning in a quick circle, "…aren't here?"
Hiccup glanced around, not seeing them, either.
"I swear I saw them on my way in…" Hiccup walked back towards the gate.
"THERE they are," he told Astrid, pointing towards the big Zippleback playing in the snow with the twins.
Astrid rolled her eyes and the two walked out, getting the twins' attention.
"Would you two get in here? We've already started," Astrid demanded, hands on her hips.
"Why don't you MAKE US?" Tuffnut laughed.
"Yeah!" Ruffnut smirked, and the twins high-fived, going back to forming snowballs in the snow.
Hiccup groaned. Today just wasn't his day, was it?
"Come on, guys—"
A snowball to the face made him drop off the question to that last thought. Today was NOT his day at all.
He glared as he wiped the snow off his freckled face, stomping back into the arena. Astrid glanced around, noticing a bunch of kids heading their way, snowballs at the ready. She shouted to the twins to duck before running back into the arena.
Inside, Fishlegs asked what was going on.

"Looks like a big snowball fight just started," Astrid replied, a smirk still present on her face.
Snotlout jumped up,
"WHAT?!" He blurted out, "And I'm MISSING it?!"
He then ran out of the arena to join the snowball fight, grabbing fistfuls of snow as he left.
He turned back, firing snowballs at the three still inside. Astrid quickly dodged hers, Fishlegs got hit in the chest, and Hiccup took another one to the face.
Fishlegs playfully glared at Snotlout, running after him,
"Get back here!" He shouted. Meatlug and Hookfang swiftly made their exit after that, leaving just Astrid, Hiccup, and their dragons behind.
Hiccup wiped off the snow from his face and turned back to find Astrid laughing at him.
"I'm glad you're enjoying this," he remarked sarcastically.
"I'm sorry," Astrid stifled her laughter, "it's just the look on your face."
Hiccup smirked, and, feigning hurt from her words, remarked,
"So now my face is funny, too?"
Her giggling returned which, in turn, made Hiccup laugh with her. Geez, he really missed being able to hang out with Astrid like this.
"So, what about you?" Hiccup started to ask when the laughter calmed down. "You never told me what you've been up to while I've been busy…"
Astrid shook her head,
"Oh, it's just same old, same old for me," she told him. She glanced back at her Deadly Nadder. "But I know Stormfly really missed her flying buddy…"
Hiccup looked back at Toothless and Stormfly, ever friendly with each other as usual. He hadn't bothered to think about those two missing one another; he should have really made more time to take Toothless out flying…
"Hey," Astrid stepped closer, "you know, you could—"
A strong gust of wind pushed the two apart, and Hiccup turned to see Jack, staff in hand, smirking widely like he'd had been having too much fun. Or maybe that was just what it looked like to Hiccup…
"You guys are missing out on this INCREDIBLE snowball WAR outside! Oh, man!" Jack told them, gesturing for them to go and join in. Hiccup sent him a glare.
To his surprise (and delight), Astrid crossed her arms and shot Jack a similar look.
"I don't think so, Jack," she told him. "We only just started dragon training, and we've already lost enough of them for the day."
"Yeah," Hiccup added, "the two of us are busy, so if you could kindly leave, it'd be appreciated."
"Go join in the snow-war," Astrid remarked. "Sounds right up your alley, right, Hiccup?"
Hiccup grinned. Thank the Gods someone was finally on his side. And thank the Gods again that it was someone stronger than him who people actually listened to.
But that didn't seem to matter to Jack. With a playful grin on his face, Jack stepped forward just enough to blow a bit of air in Astrid's face. She blinked, looking a bit confused.
Ugh, seriously? This again? Hiccup held a hand to his face as Astrid laughed and grabbed Stormfly to join the others. He didn't even look at her as she shouted to him to come along.
No. Hell no. Hiccup wasn't about to let Jack do this again.
"Looks like you got lots off free time now," Jack remarked, leaning against his staff triumphantly.
Hiccup gave the winter spirit a deadly glare before storming out of the arena, shouting "No!" and leaving Toothless behind.
Jack glanced back at the dragon, giving him a curious look as he asked,
"What was that all about?"
The dragon huffed out some air before bounding outside to join in the snowball war himself.

A/N: Just one more chapter left. And it's basically just smut. Fun, fun, fun... I hope I don't disappoint all of you. I've never actually WRITTEN smut before. Read smut plenty of times, DONE smut plenty of times, but I have never actually tried to write it until now. Cross your fingers and maybe it'll actually be good.