Author's Note: HAHAHAHA HOLY SHIT I'M LATE. No wait, don't SHOOT.

No really, I'm sorry. I suck, yeah, yeah. But oh my god, I didn't actually expect people to push me to continue this story on Tumblr, Twitter and in PMs! Thank you sooo much! If it weren't for your encouragement, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have had the motivation to complete this chapter.

And note that I may alternate between British and American spelling... Tumblr and my homeland use different types of English, so I apologise in advance for any confusion there might be while you read this. I really can't be bothered to be a grammar nazi to my OWN piece of work if the meaning gets through.

I hope you guys enjoy this one... The long awaited Christmas ball! I like to keep the Hijack moments really fluffy and light... so any kind of smut will be in oneshots of drawings of mine when I've the time. Bloody exams.

But don't worry, I'll take responsibility for this baby and raise it till the very end! Now enjoy the reading! :)


Flushed for Winter
Chapter Seven, THANK YOU FOR THE WAIT!


Christmas Day!

Jack stared contentedly as he watched the sleigh depart in its fire-engine red glory, the huge sack of presents blocking North's figure from his view. Amazing how it stayed intact, really. Then again, this was Santa Claus with his sleigh and reindeer and all that jazz.

Ripping off the apron he had been forced to wear (a dark green with a North's logo printed on it), he exhaled, stretching his limbs after hours of rearranging and organizing the gifts.

It was all finally OVER.

Maybe this was why Phill was such a crab… his job was awful. Repeatedly stacking present after present into some gigantic, musky sack and then having to redo everything because North didn't like it. He was rather fussy for a spirit of wonder.

Jack thoughtfully scratched his chin. He should probably cut Phill some slack; now that he's seen how horribly hard and challenging his job was. The yeti didn't need the extra stress of Jack trying to fuck things up every now and then−

NAH.

He smirked to himself, passing through the employee's door and grabbing his staff from the umbrella holder (workers weren't allowed to hold things while handling the merchandise), allowing the wind to fly him to the room North had presented him with.

The party would be in a few hours. He'd just take a short nap, and then get ready.

Just a little… bit of… rest…

He flopped down on the bed, entering the land of dreams (Sandy had provided him with a rather bad one this time, filled with Bunnymund singing along with North to some Christmas Hymns).

Spirits didn't usually need rest. They only require sleep when they're mentally stressed, spiritually wounded or spiritually incomplete.

Needless to say, Jack was plenty stressed about the upcoming party. He had to maintain his 'roguish charm' in front of the rest of the spirits while trying not to offend Hiccup.

Hardest task EVER.

Now, while the spirit of snow swam in the world of dreams, one other spirit was facing a particularly distasteful dilemma.

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third clutched his head, messing up his layered red-hair as he stared at himself in the framed mirror.

Bunnymund snickered and tried to hold in a fit of laughter.

He failed miserably.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

The rabbit slapped his paw onto his snout, trying to muffle his laughter. The look Hiccup was giving him was priceless. Confused and alarmed, yet irritated and embarrassed at the same time.

Like a really agitated doe.

Not to mention the ridiculous frilly pink, 19th century pink and frilly dress he had on.

"You told me this was a robe!" The Berkian cried indignantly, unzipping the side of the dress and stripping back down to his underpants. He flung the hideous thing aside, yanking on his tunic and flopping back down onto the cushions.

They were in a secret room hidden around the west end of Bunnymund's warren, where he kept a set of human clothing he'd collected over the years, along with a few other knick-knacks, like knitting materials and gardening tools.

Don't even ask why he owned a pink, frilly dress.

"Alright, alright, I was just messin' around with ya, mate! No need to get all huffy, yeah?" The rabbit said, his laughter finally dying away. The rabbit turned to the pile of clothes he had, frowning in concentration.

"Let's see, you're gonna need pants. Long ones, and uh, shoes… right…" The latter threw aside a bonnet and some slippers, burying his head under the pile of clothes, digging furiously.

Hiccup rolled his eyes and nibbled on his lip. He hoped there'd be something fitting, at least. He didn't want to show up at a party with several powerful spirits dressed in the simple garments he wore now. It would be rather embarrassing, even for a Viking like himself, who usually wore nothing but raggedy old clothes and battered armor and furs.

"Hey, Hiccup… tell me how ya feel about slits."


Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

-x-

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.

-x-

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

-x-

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

-x-

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

-x-

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

-x-

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

-x-

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

-x-

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.

A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

-x-

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

-x-

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

-x-

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

-x-

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

-x-

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"*


The party had begun!

Jack could hear voices coming from the brightly lit room ahead, the warm glow of lit lamps contrasting with the frozen walls and snowy floor of the Ice Palace. Frosting a nearby wall of ice for decorative reasons, Jack chose to trail behind North at a much slower speed.

Well actually, North had gone on ages ago, willing to give the younger spirit some 'space' to prepare himself.

Not that he was nervous about meeting new spirits or anything; he was fine with meeting other worldly powerful and great spirits who were much older and more well-known than he was.

He was totally cool with the idea of strangers.

Hey, that was sort of like a pun−

The snow-haired guardian pinched himself on the arm, despite not being able to feel the full burn due to the long black sleeve and white undershirt protecting his cold skin.

Yes, he was fitted into the snug suit, after a little bit of struggling (well, okay, A LOT of struggling) and much embarrassment from asking North for help. The old man had laughed in his face and practically stuffed the snow spirit into the suit. Phill had watched on with a certain sadistic gleam in his eyes.

And in his defence, he'd never worn an actual suit during the long span of his life and death on Earth. And if he could help it, he'd never wear one again, the nasty, uncomfortable, suffocating piece of crap.

It made him look good, but it certainly didn't make him feel good. Jack wondered why the humans bothered to look dapper in make-up or tight-fitting outfits when they felt this uncomfortable.

"Jaaaack!" An excited squeal interrupted him from his thoughts, and the frost spirit jumped as he was tackled by Toothiana, the Guardian of Memories. She had clutched his neck in a tight lockhold, giggling gleefully as she embraced her favourite spirit (mostly due to the perfect condition of his teeth).

They laughed as he hugged her back, patting her on the back as if to coax her into releasing her grip, though overjoyed to see her.

"Hey, Tooth! How's everything been for you?"

"Great! The teeth are pouring in, and everything's running perfectly!" She cooed, and pried open his jaw gently with her thin fingers, eyes staring intently into his mouth. "Let's see now, ahhhh!"

Jack grunted as she prodded his molars, fangs and gums, his arms flailing in protest.

"Stahp, Toothff−!"

"Oops," She squeaked, removing her hands from his face. "Force of habit, sorry!"

The other guardian chuckled, massaging his sore jaw while licking his chapped lips. "It's alright… you look good, by the way. Didn't know you were into gold jewellery " He finished dryly.

Tooth rolled her eyes at his sarcasm (for almost everything she owned had a trace of gold) and adjusted her golden wristbands, necklace and headpiece respectively. She had also put on a silk sash that trailed down to her feet, the soft pink clashing nicely against her feathers.

"Yeah, well, I didn't know you were into suits. I have to say, you look very handsome! Where'd you get it?" She said, tugging him towards the direction of the dining hall.

They fell into step (Tooth ceased her flying, not wanting to ruin her sash), with Jack straightening his tie as the voices got louder. Their soft footsteps only seemed to further tense the snow spirit, still slightly jittery about meeting new people.

"North gave me a little help− well, in exchange for a little slave labour."

"That must've been hard on you." Her sly tone brought a smile to his face. He took her arm, taking on a rather accurate version of a British accent.

"You've no idea, darling. Phill's a monster."

She giggled, and winced a little as Jack swung the glass (or was it ice?) door open, the bright light attacking her eyes. There was a momentary pause of silence as the guests eyed the two newcomers. But then no sooner had they began to stare, the conversations picked up from where they left off, the sound of chatter once again filling up the room.

As soon as Toothiana's vision cleared up, she spotted an old friend, then squealed and hurried over to Mother Goose, the Guardian of Stories, leaving Jack to stand alone by the door.

He swallowed as some of the unfamiliar and intimidating-looking spirits turned to him.

"Who's that?" A brown-haired boy raised his eyebrows as he surveyed Jack from head to toe. The boy was decked all in green (though his tunic was a little darker than his pants), and dressed rather casually for a formal dinner, save for the brown leather boots and arm warmers.

"Ah, Jack Frost! Yes, come here! We have to introduce you!" North rushed over next to the guardian from where he had been conversing with Sandy (well, Sandy signed).

The Sandman gave Jack a little wave and a knowing smile, who returned it with a slight upturn of his lips, his bright blue eyes uncertain and shy at his situation, but comforted by the presence of an old friend.

"Everyone! Meet Jack Frost, the new guardian!" North boomed. As the other guests drew closer to them, giving Jack a once over, the snow guardian wondered which would be first− the collapse of the Ice Palace due to North's ridiculous vocal volume...

... Or him melting into a puddle of goo onto the floor.

"Hey there! I'm Peter! Nice to meet you!" The casually dressed boy with a British accent stepped forward, a bright smile on his face with a glint of mischief in those chocolate-brown eyes. Jack blinked, then gave him a little nod back, clicking his tongue.

"Peter as in… Peter Pan?" He asked uncertainly.

The boy nodded, and as if to prove his point, he immediately floated up a few meters above the rest.

"I've heard plenty 'bout you, Jack! It's a shame you hid yourself so much− we could've had a lotta fun!"

Jack huffed, feeling himself warm up a little. This kid reminded him of himself. At least not everyone at the party made him feel like an inadequate slacker. It was rather sad, but true, the way Jack felt about himself and how insecure he was compared to the other spirits.

When Jack compared himself to the other spirits in the room, he felt rather… unaccomplished.

It was about time he did more for the world… for the children.

As Peter flew off after a brief chat, North returned to his conversation with Sandy, leaving Jack in the midst of all the other guests, who had gone back to minding their own business. As much as the guardian of fun wanted to do the same, he was unfortunately accosted in less than a minute.

"'Ello! Me name is Larry!" Jack blinked and spun around at the sound of a high-pitched and cheerful voice. He eyed the chattering spirits behind him, each engrossed in their own conversations.

Huh. There was nobody there. Maybe he was hearing things−

"Oy! Down 'ere, laddie!"

Jack slowly turned his head towards the ground, and soon found himself face-to-face… well, knee-to-face with a sharply dressed…

… Leprechaun?

"Pleased to finally meet ya! You look like a strapping young lad, not at all like the bumbling toothpick Bunnymund made ya out ta' be!"

The snow spirit's eyebrow twitched.

BUMBLING TOOTHPICK!?

Oh, that was a low blow. Jack swallowed a throaty growl and forced a smile onto his lips. He bent down slightly and shook Larry's hand, marvelling at his strong grip, despite his size.

"So, you're the Saint Patrick's day leprechaun… huh? Do you really live in a pot of gold?" He asked frankly, forgetting his manners for a moment. He winced at what he just said, hoping that Larry wouldn't take it to heart.

To his relief, he didn't.

Larry merely sighed, twirling the end of his red beard. The colour was someone similar to Hiccup's, though not as bright.

'Definitely not as bright', Jack thought.

"Of course I don't, ya nitwit! I don't live in the gold or for the gold! The treasure only reveals itself to those who deserve it. I'm just there ta' make sure the spirits don't try anything stupid! Precious stuff, the treasure is!" The leprechaun said proudly, crossing his arms.

Jack's eyebrow arched. "Oh? What kind of treasure is it?"

"Well," Larry eyed Jack up and down, as though judging whether he was worthy to be told this 'special' piece of information. Deeming him worthy, the leprechaun continued. "It's something you need, but can't want, and something you don't want… but need. It depends on the person, really."

"… Say what?" Jack tilted his head, an exasperated expression on his features. Man he hated riddles! Never really appreciated the mystery of them… he would rather the questions be asked in a more straightforward way.

"It's something you'll know when ya need to, boy! Though… hopefully, you never will." Larry gave him a wink, then skipped off over to Toothiana and Sandy.

Jack tugged at his bowtie nervously. "Huh… wonder what that was about."

North laughed boisterously, his heavy feet making their way over to Jack once again. Was the man drunk? Slightly tipsy even? Judging by how quickly the bottle of vodka in North's hands was emptying out, it was a pretty safe deduction. The guardian of wonder thumped the snow-haired spirit on the back, grinning madly.

"So, how has everyone been so far? Have you met everyone yet?"

"Uh, not yet. Though to be honest, I didn't expect there to be so little of you."

"Ah, yes, yes! That is because though there are many spirits, we have different families! Origins, the humans call it. Each one of us here is of the Western folklore! And then not even all of us are united. We each have our own little groups, with the people we get along with best!" North explained, his eyes sparkling with life.

Jack nodded, taking in this source of information. So there was still more of the spirits out there? That was understandable, yes.

'I wonder what the other spirit families are like…' Jack hummed as he mindlessly eyed the crowd of socializing people exchanging smiles and warm wishes.

He suddenly felt out of place.

What the hell was he doing here? He didn't belong here; not with all these great spirits who knew etiquette and displayed decorum. He had to get some air

"BUNNY! YOU'RE LATE!" North bellowed, stomping swiftly over to Bunnymund, who was dressed in what looked like his usual ensemble, though bronze-plated with gold embroidering. He also wore shoulder pads that emphasized their broadness along with gold anklets with tribal carvings on them.

All in all, Bunnymund certainly cleaned up well.

"And HICCUP! You are looking very sharp, eh? So how have you been liking staying with Bunny? Not easy, I'm thinking." North chuckled, taking another swig of his vodka, not paying attention to Bunnymund's offended expression and Hiccup's laugh of amusement.

"What's that supposed to mean, you old coot?!" Bunnymund exclaimed.

Hiccup was here! In the room! Finally, the moment he had been waiting for!

Jack's interest was piqued. Oh fucking snowflakes

The guardian of wonder felt his heartbeat increasing slightly (a lot). Oh GREAT. This was so not the time for him to be derping out. Though he still couldn't see Hiccup thanks to the two great lumberjacks blocking his view.

"Alright. C'mon, Jack! Just go." He hissed to himself, his jaw set.

Toothiana raised her eyebrows and shot him a bewildered look from across the room, but then her curiosity turned into a knowing smile. She gave him a wink and a thumbs up, making shooing motions with her hands. He pinked, and began to make his way towards them…

... Towards Hiccup.

Being so nervous and unlike himself- all because of one bumbling and shy, Norwegian no-name spirit… Jack sighed to himself as he pondered that thought. Sometimes he wished he could stay as cool as the snow he created.

Three paces… two… one…

"Uh… hey, Hiccup−" Jack froze as he finally caught an eyeful of what Hiccup was wearing. Literally froze. He even stopped breathing− or at least until he felt Bunnymund jab his side sharply, thank god.

"… Do I look weird?" Hiccup asked insecurely, shyly looking to the side and fiddling with the hem of his sash nervously.

The Norwegian spirit was dressed in a silk, emerald green robe with a Chinese-styled collar, the buttons beginning at the bottom of his adam's apple and leaving a large diamond-shaped gap till his collarbone.

The silk was patterned with lilies and the shoulders were cut off, revealing a second layer of darker green cloth underneath the top, a long slit beginning from his mid-biceps until his wrist, where it ended in a bunch tied together with golden thread.

The ends of the robe lasted till his knees, hemmed with more golden embroidery, and the black cloth pants ended at his ankles, where a pair of dainty brightly coloured golden-embroidered green slippers covered two average sized-feet.

His hair was let loose, though neater than before, and combed into position. The edges of Hiccup's fringe framed his features perfectly.

"… You look so…" Jack struggled to find the right word in his mind, not wanting to be too flattering, so as to keep up the cool guy image in front of North and Bunnymund.

But, damn… what he'd give to be alone in a room with Hiccup right then, just the both of them and preferably him cornering Hiccup to the wall on their left−

Jack mentally kicked himself in the ass.

Goddamn, these hormones were getting out of control.

Sexual frustration was no joke.

"Great. You look… really great." Jack muttered, giving Hiccup a coy smile. North grinned and patted Hiccup on the back while Bunnymund rolled his eyes.

Hiccup blushed to the tip of his ears, and twiddled his fingers nervously.

"T-Thank you. And you look really… really nice." Hiccup mumbled, trailing off softly.

Jack felt his lips twitch into a smile.

Hiccup thought he looked nice!

YES!

"Heh, thanks." Jack gave the newly born spirit a little wink in return.

Bunnymund shivered uncomfortably and excused himself, heading towards the drinks.

It was weird seeing Jack Frost flirt like a desperate teenaged boy, he thought to himself. Hopefully they would both get over their shyness and spare them all the pathetic display of sexual tension.

Just as he was about to examine the selection of man-made alcohol (North had everything, from vodka to whisky to wine and beer… though it was mostly vodka), the host of the party cleared his throat.

"Let us all adjourn to the dining hall! We have a feast prepared for all of you!"

Hiccup and Jack exchanged glances.

"So uh… let's get going."

"Ah− of course! Which way is this dining hall?" Hiccup asked, looking around the room curiously while tugging on the hem of his robe. Jack's staring made him feel rather nervous.

"… I've got no idea, doll. Let's just follow North."

Jack placed a hand on Hiccup's back, ignoring the latter's darkening blush. They followed the other spirits into the cool hallways (Peter laughed as he saw Jack's handiwork) in silence. Neither Jack nor Hiccup said anything to each other.

Jack was content, while Hiccup was having some sort of deranged mental debacle.

'Did he just call me… A doll?! I'm not a girl! Gah, this is so EMBARASSING!' Hiccup sighed and covered his face with his hands. If Stoick were here…

It didn't bear thinking about.

"Something wrong?" Jack asked curiously, noticing Hiccup's odd behavior. The latter sighed again, shaking his head.

"It's nothing!"


The dinner was pleasantly normal.

Well, as normal as a bunch of guardians squeezed into a freezing cold dinner hall with magically glowing chandeliers, ice chairs and a long ice table with music coming from nowhere could get.

The variety of foods served was unbelievable. From beef to turkey, salmon to tuna, carrots to cheese and broccoli and baked potato with bacon! There were fruits located at the left of each plate to help balance the palette after the helping of heavier foods.

Hiccup nibbled appreciatively on his slice of meat. This was delicious!

Unlike the overcooked, tough mutton they had to survive on back on Berk, this meat was deliciously juicy and well flavoured, tenderized to perfection.

Jack had already finished his food, and was taking a few sips of the wine set out for each of them. It was poured into a fancy golden goblet, Jack noted. It made him feel kind of grand drinking out of it. No wonder the nobles did it back in the old days.

Though it was a big waste of such fine minerals.

"Alright... now who's up for… dancing!" Toothiana said cheerily, flying up from her seat towards the other set of large, carved ice doors.

Strange how he didn't notice them there before, Jack pondered. This castle gave him the chills, with it's automatically powered lights, ever changing doors and mysterious aura. Was it magic? Most probably− it was a freaking Ice Palace for crying out loud. Jack and North had entered via a large tunnel at the back, so he had assumed that this entire structure was underground.

So magic was definitely required to keep all the structures frozen.

And who owned this place, anyway? It couldn't possibly be North, for he would have mentioned it or something in his enthusiastic rambles about the Christmas party during their conversations in the past few days.

"Uh… Jack?"

The snow spirit snapped out of his thoughts and eyed Hiccup from across the table, who was chewing on his lips nervously.

"Yeah?"

"They've all gone over to the other room…" Hiccup said, pointing to the (now) open doors, where they could see glimpses of the other spirits merrily dancing to the Radetzky March, clapping and moving in sync with the joyful tunes.

Jack pondered. For just about a few seconds.

"Nah. I feel like going out for some fresh air. Care to join me?" Jack flashed his companion one of his charming nope-you-can't-say-no-to-me smiles.

Hiccup laughed nervously as he felt his heart melting at that smile. Curse you, Jack Frost! "Sure! Fresh air sounds good!"

Jack smirked and got up from his seat, walking over to the other side of the long (ice) dining table and offering the redhead his right hand with a grand bow, and then knelt down next to Hiccup's (ice) chair.

"Shall we?"

Hiccup nodded mutely, slipping his hand into Jack's.


As they strolled further up the stairs, the sounds of the Radetzky March grew softer and softer. There was suddenly a eerie silence in the air, and Jack clutched Hiccup's hand gently in his icy-cool one. He continued leading the other up the stairs.

"Do you even know where the surface is?" Hiccup asked nervously, eyeing the deserted area. Maybe straying away from the others without telling them was a bad idea… they could get lost. For days even, considering the size of this Palace. It could end with them becoming phantoms of the Ice Palace, maybe even imprisoned in this underground prison for years on end without anybody noticing they were gone...

Noticing how Hiccup's body went rigid, the snow spirit laughed. His bright laugh comforted Hiccup's soul and mind, easing the bad thoughts away from his over imaginative mind.

"Relax, Hiccup!" Jack gave his hand a gently squeeze, massaging his fingers as they began ascending another set of stairs.

Hiccup could only nod mutely in response as his cheeks heated up further. Jack was acting rather… strange tonight. The snow spirit wasn't being perverted, obnoxious or brash in his actions… but more restrained and cordial.

He wondered if Jack was doing this for him…?

As they climbed staircase after staircase, they finally began to feel the even chiller outside air, and the gusts of wind coming from the top, messing up their hair and ruffling their robes.

Jack whooped as he felt the wisps of wind surround his body, then increased his speed, lifting the both of them high up into the air, and proceeded to fly them to the very top of the stairs. Thank goodness for the wind! They would have been stuck climbing for about another fifteen minutes if it weren't for his old friend!

Hiccup yelped as he hung onto Jack for dear life. How did he do that?! Just take off flying, and with such control? Hiccup couldn't even remember how he had flown back then.

Once Jack set them down, Hiccup collapsed onto the ground, panting and clutching at his adrenaline pumping heart.

"… Hey, wait a minute! Why didn't you just fly us up here in the first place?" Hiccup questioned, an eyebrow raised. Jack snorted, and gripped Hiccup by the arms, helping the Norwegian up. "There's no wind down there. I can only fly when there's wind! The wind is my friend." He replied, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Hiccup laughed softly. So it wasn't himself who flew, but something else!

"I see… so it must have been the wind who picked me up at the beginning, then."

"The beginning?"

"Yes. When I had just awakened, as North said."

Jack shrugged.

Getting 'picked up' by the wind sounded a hell lot better than bursting out through a thin sheet of ice like a flower blooming out of nowhere. He kept that piece of information to himself though, no wanting to repulse the other.

That Jack was basically an... icy-corpse.

"C'mon, let's check out the view." Jack said, motioning to the edge of the platform, where a set of twined small-pillars substituted for a railing.

The two headed out through the entrance, and onto the cement balcony. As they walked out further into the open, Jack realized that this particular structure was basically attached to the edge of a mountain.

That's right.

An actual mountain, covered with snow and ice. Where the blue blazes where they, anyway? Canada? He couldn't tell, with the large expanse of nothingness in the fields below them, containing nothing but a blanket of pure-white snow.

Though they were rather high up, there were very little clouds, giving them a perfect view of their surroundings. And not to mention they had no trouble breathing. Being a spirit had its perks sometimes, he guessed.

"… The sky is really pretty." Hiccup said dreamily as he stared up into the deep velvet above their heads, dotted with sparkling jewels of life. Hiccup never knew and never cared to know where stars came from.

Despite his evident love for science, he'd rather leave a little mystery in his life. It made everything seem a little brighter, rather than just believing in the rocky cores of physics and such, like how Gobber did.

"If ya can't see it, feel it or hear it... then it's probably not worth of yer time. Just focus on what's 'ere now, Hiccup!"

"Yeah… it sure is." Jack replied, leaning on the railing. Hiccup did the same, placing his elbows onto the cold surface and leaning his head onto the base of his palms.

The two admired the view in silence for minutes on end, a comfortable silence resting in the area. It was the first time Hiccup had felt such serenity and peace since he had awoken. Knowing that hundreds of years later, he was still able to find beauty and peace in the world, comforted him in a way. He felt the throbbing pain of homesickness slowly subside, losing himself in the time which was now.

He was so deep in thought, Hiccup didn't notice Jack scooting closer, inch by inch.

Nor did he notice the way Jack stared at him, eyes filled with affection and mischief.

"Hiccup…" Jack said throatily, his voice tinged with want and yet... nervousness.

At the sound of his name, Hiccup slowly turned his head to the left. The feeling of a strong arm wrapping around his waist, pulling him to a strong chest, a hand cupping his cheek and cool lips brushing against his…

Was this… a kiss?

...

Jack was kissing him?

...

Jack was kissing him.

...

JACK WAS KISSING HIM.

"Mnrhphhh−!" Hiccup squeaked, his voice muffled, as he tried to tug out of Jack's hold. The latter refused to let go, and instead rubbed gentle circles on the Norwegian's lower back, trying to coax him into enjoy the moment.

Hiccup blushed, enjoying and yet rejecting the feeling of those cold hands touching him and the chilling sensation he felt down his spine and skin. His eyes fluttered shut, too embarrassed to look into Jack's any longer. His cheeks were now a delicious Santa-suit red, and his body trembling slightly, hands placed uncertainly in-between their bodies.

'How cute.' Jack thought, smirking into the kiss.

They stayed like that for a few more seconds, absorbing the feeling of just their lips touching and bodies pressed together, the warmth in their hearts contrasting with the icy winds surrounding them. It felt nice.

Not like the heated make-out session Jack would have preferred to have, but this felt glorious all the same.

Just as Jack was about to attempt to take the kiss to the next level, a familiar voice came from the inside of the Palace.

"Oy, Jack! Hiccup! Are ya' out there?"

Jack froze. He then reluctantly pulled away, immediately missing the feel of Hiccup's lips against his, while cursing Bunnymund under his breath. That fucking kangaroo just HAD to come now. He made a mental note to slip some chilli into the Easter Bunny's wine later on.

Hiccup just continued to blush, trying to ignore the fact that Jack's cold hand still rested on his hip, near the slit which separated the back and front of his robe. That was electrifying! It was nothing like the kisses he had shared with Astrid back when they had been dating.

Those kisses, he had felt in control, calm and happy.

But this… this was adrenaline, confusion, attraction and excitement!

It was so very, very different. Not necessarily bad… but it scared him. Hiccup had never felt such discomposure, not even when he had been battling the Red Death, which had been practically the most dangerous time during his human life.

He had always felt so sure, with plans and a hypothesis standing by to prepare for what would most likely happen… even with the Red Death.

But with Jack…

Well, who could possibly anticipate him?

"Ah, there ya are! Where have you two been? We're 'bout to cut the cake in a few, y'know!" Bunnymund grunted, stepping out onto the balcony, stretching his sore arms and legs from all the dancing and clapping and trying to escape North's strong hugs.

Then... Bunnymund noticed the hand on Hiccup's hip. He blinked.

Then something just clicked.

"… Were you two−" He began to speak...

"HICCUP!" Jack cut Bunnymund off, grabbing the Norwegian's arm and urging him towards the inside of the Palace. He threw Bunnymund a glare over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes dangerously. It almost intimidated Bunnymund.

Almost.

'Don't you even say a word of this to anyone or I'll freeze your ass to a tree!' Jack's glare seemed to read. Bunnymund snorted and crossed his arms, amusedly eyeing the two's retreating backs and how awkwardly they moved.

He began to snort as he noticed something−

"Oh, and Hiccup!"

The redhead turned around at Bunnymund's call. "Yes?"

"You've got some frost on your bum, mate. Lovely pattern, that is. Did Jack design that specially for you?"

Hiccup's squeal of embarrassment and Jack's gasp of indignation were music to Bunnymund's ears. The bunny wondered if North was rubbing off on him a little bit too much. Though it was worth it though.

Jack and Hiccup scrambled away from Bunnymund's view, leaving the guardian of hope to laugh to himself, clutching at his stomach.

"Best Christmas ever!" He wheezed, making a note to tell Toothiana later on.


*This is one of my most favourite poems EVER! "Twas the Night Before Christmas" by Clement Clark Moore.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter!