Hiccup awoke to the light penetrating his eyelids. He stretched his arms behind him and slid off the bed.

"Morning Toothless." He smiled to the black cat which dosed on the end of his bed.

He walked into the kitchen and put the kettle on, then proceeded to walk over to the window and look outside at the crisp morning.

He rolled his eyes, "Jack can you not sleep on park benches, you look like a homeless guy."

"Does that mean I can sleep in your bedroom?" Jack smiled, calling sleepily from across the road.

"No. Never. Not after last time."

Jack smirked.

Hiccup walked back to the kitchen and made himself a cup of tea, sat down at the table and opened the newspaper. As he began to read about the freak five month straight pattern of snow in the small town of Berk, Jack pushed the door open and walked in.

"Hey Hic. Did you sleep well?"

"Mhm." Hiccup didn't look up from his newspaper.

"Well if you care enough to listen, park benches aren't very comfortable. And I don't want the world to think I'm a homeless guy."

"The world will not think anything of you because they cannot see you."

"Well I just thought seeing as I'm your boyfriend…"

"No."

"But you can't just leave me out there alone in the cold, freezing to death." Jack posed dramatically.

"Now whose fault could that be?" He thrust the newspaper in Jack's face so he could see the full page article on Berk's freak weather patterns. "I wonder why it's been snowing for half a year!"

"Because, baby, I'm just trying to cool you down, you're so hot."

Hiccup rolled his eyes at Jack, shoving a cup of hot chocolate (soon to become iced chocolate) into Jack's hands.

"Shut up and drink."

Jack smiled and obeyed.

"I love you."

"Mhm." Hiccup said, his eyes back on the newspaper.

"Yeah, you know when someone says that it's customary to, um, respond."

"I did respond."

"That's not what I meant."

"Mhm." Hiccup scanned the page for anything of interest. Nothing.

Jack sulked on the opposite side of the table, his mouth stuck in a pout. He dipped his finger into his already cold drink, the temperature immediately dropping below zero again. He pouted some more and flicked the table.

"If you're interested, which you probably wouldn't be, Mister I-hate-everything-Jack-ever-does, I invented a new snowflake. I named it after a very special person whose name has a H in it, H for … for… um… for Toothless, you know, my best buddy."

"Toothless doesn't even start with H."

Jack scowled slightly, "But it has a H in it."

Hiccup raised an eyebrow at him.

"Fine it was H for Hiccup." Jack said, disgruntled.

A smile tugged at the corners of Hiccup's mouth as he looked over at his embarrassingly sentimental boyfriend.

"You're such an idiot." He released the smile.

"That didn't sound very offensive." Jack smiled back.

"Mhm." Hiccup said, looking back down at his newspaper.

"You've already read that page." Jack whispered.

Hiccup violently flipped the page.

Jack laughed lightly under his breath.