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prompted by anon - Newt bakes, and Thomas tidies up after him.

At this point in their relationship, Thomas should be used to coming home and finding the walls of the kitchen splattered with half dried dough. Sometimes, on a rare occasion, it would be batter. Thomas didn’t…

For the Dancing and the Dreaming - Hijack AU

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gemiemma-q had this idea where jack and hiccup are in the cove talking when jack starts singing ‘for the dancing and the dreaming’ so i made this little thing. listen to the song x

HIJACK!

“You know, I love it here on Berk.” muttered Jack as he gazed out towards the stars. He…

Lost Connection

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trigger warning 

“Hiccup, I don’t feel right.”

Hiccup Haddock looked up from his book and glanced down to the teen who had his head resting across his lap with a raised eyebrow. Jack Overland, his new boyfriend mind you, did not meet his gaze like he always would whenever they’d sit like this. Instead, his eyes were trained on the ceiling; dull and relaxed, almost tired in a way. Hiccup bit his lip.

“What do you mean?”

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Another post-HtTYD2 drabble

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[MAJOR SPOILERS]

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snow-fury-deactivated20170226:

hazardous-cookies 

‘This was a lovely idea Jack,’ Hiccup murmured, pressing his head further against the other Viking’s chest as they observed the sun dying away into the clouds ahead, 'for someone who’s not the romantic type, you sure chose a nice setting for this date.’

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thestarsofpines:

Requests are open! I am working on the ones still in my ask, so ;c;

Modern AU c:

“He’s hopeless, I tell ya.”

“Bunny!”

Jack groaned and hid his face in his hands as he sprawled out on his bed, his friends oblivious to the growing blush on his cheeks as they went on and on about his…predicament. Why had he told them about his crush again?

“Well he is!” Aster said, his accent leaking through more as his annoyance grew. He took a seat in Jack’s desk chair, leaning his head in his hand. “The kid can’t even talk to him without trippin’ over himself! How do ya expect him to ask him out?”

Toohiana frowned, a sigh escaping her lips as she rolled her dark brown eyes at the larger teen across from where she sat in a pile of pillows and blankets. “We can work on his social skills around him, you know. And we can help him come up with a nice way to ask Hayden.”

“Who says I even want to ask him out yet!” Jack tried to cut in, face still hidden as he rolled over onto his stomach. 

His exclamation, of course, went ignored. 

“Da, exactly!” Nicholas said, nearly knocking Jack off his bed as the football player sat on his bed beside him. He patted a hand on Jack’s back, just barely keeping the much smaller boy from sliding off the sheets. “We help him, set up situation for he and Hayden to be alone, and Jack can pop the question!” 

“See? That sounds good.” Tooth smiled, nodding her head as Aster just shook his. “Maybe ask Hayden to grab us a paper towel after a certain exchange student spills his drink at lunch, and Jack just so happens to be in the bathroom as well!”

“Hell no! I ain’t publicly embarrassin’ myself just to get Frost a date!”

“Bunny, take one for team! Be good sport!”

Jack finally slipped off the bed, landing on his side with another groan. He lifted his head, pushing up on his hands and knees only to come face to face with Sandy who looked on at the entire group with an amused grin. Jack pouted, pushing himself up until he sat with his legs underneath him.

“Can’t you do something?” He whispered, “Please?”

His friend merely shrugged and placed a hand on his shoulder, smiling sympathetically. 

“Oh, come on Sandy. Please-!” Jack stopped, peeking up over his bed at the sound of a phone dialing. His stomach clenched.

“Who are you calling?” He asked.

Toothiana had a phone to her ear and merely shushed him with her finger pressed to her lips, and Aster flashed him a grin.

“Hayden.”

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I did one sort of like this before I think.

That is here.

“Sir, we’re going to have to ask you to step out of line.” Hiccup dreaded this and did as he was told. He had completely forgotten to bring his doctor’s note that explained about his leg. He sighed and followed the tall security guard behind the wall. He had dark hair and dark eyes, but there was something warm about him.

Once they were behind the screen Hiccup touched his arm gently, afraid that any sudden movements would deem him an attacker. The security guard looked at him, his name tag flashing his name: Jackson. “Uh, Sir, I swear it was only going off because of my leg. I didn’t bring my papers and I completely forgot.” He looked at him pleadingly, hoping he would take pity. It was his first time traveling alone and not to mention he was barely turning twenty.

He hummed. “I still want to do a quick pat down… what’s your name?”

“Hiccup.”

He gave a smile and Hiccup sighed. “Don’t worry, it’ll be quick, Hiccup.” So Hiccup stood with his arms and legs apart, lips pursed. Jackson gave him a sorry look and began to pat down his sides. “Sorry about this.” He ran his hands along the teen’s thin waist. Both them glanced at each other.

Hiccup felt his body react. He cursed himself and he cursed the security guard for being so hot. His hands were extremely warm as they traveled up and down his hips and over his legs. His head felt dizzy and he knew he was craving more. Biting his bottom lip, he tried to remind himself that there was no way the security guard would even look twice at him. He was only doing his job.

Jackson seemed to pause and his hands stopped. “Uhm, Hiccup?”

He blinked his eyes and looked down, face turning a mortifying red. With a quiet screech he tried to step back, hands flying to cover the front of his jeans. He couldn’t catch his balance and he fell back on his ass, quickly curling up to hide the growing bulge in his pants. “I’m so sorry,” he muttered. He didn’t think he would be able to walk away.

“H-Hey it’s alright.” Jackson knelt down and tried to look at him, but Hiccup hid his face from view. “Look, you’re not the first person to have this happen.” He smiled as Hiccup raised his head slightly, green eyes staring at him.

“Really?”

He nodded. “Yup, but,” he said in a whisper, “you’re probably the cutest one by far.”

His head lifted a little higher. “You’re lying now.”

“Nope, I promise you.” He held out a hand and slowly Hiccup took it, letting Jackson lift him up so they were both standing. “I think we’re done.” Hiccup lowered his gaze. “You know what, let me give you my number. That way if you get in trouble you can tell them to call me. I can vouch for you.” He shrugged and rubbed the back of his head. “Or if you just need someone to talk to when you’re bored.”

Hiccup’s lips opened in shock and he merely gawked for a while. Jackson raised an eyebrow and smiled. The smaller male ran a hand through his hair and wasn’t sure if he was in a dream or not. But the way Jackson looked at him reminded he was still in the real world. His chest tightened and his freckled face lit up. “O-Okay.”

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I’m putting this under the cut for reasons.

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It was now or never.

Another successful win for Burgess Academy and the crowd were going wild. But it wasn’t their victory that was present on Jack’s mind at that very moment. All he could focus on, as he held that damned flag above his head, was the beautiful clarinet player sitting on the bleachers, his slim fingers fiddling away at the keys as he fought to keep in time with the others.

He glanced at Astrid, who was among the group of cheerleaders doing their victory routine and as soon as she was on top of the pyramid, she made hasty gestures towards the smaller boy, silently telling him to make his move before it was too late.

He took the plunge and dropped the flag, quickly hastening towards the stand where Hiccup was sitting patiently, waiting for the key moment when he was supposed to begin his solo. He was taken by surprise, however, when he was tapped on the shoulder and promptly smothered with a kiss as soon as he turned around.

‘Jack?’ he gasped as soon as they had parted, 'what are you doing? Go away, I have a solo to do.’

'Sorry, can’t!’ Jack grinned, his voice almost lost over the noise and excitement, 'I need to ask you something!’

'Well, you better be telling me that you only have a few months to live because I’ve been practising for this damn number since last fall-’

'Will you go out with me?' 

Hiccup blinked, hardly noticing the band that fell silent around him, waiting for him to get on with the solo he was supposed to be playing, ‘what…what did you just say?’

'I better repeat myself,’ Jack snatched the megaphone Snotlout was holding and yelled through it, 'HICCUP HADDOCK, WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME?’

Hiccup snatched the item out of his hand, yelling back, ‘FIRST OF ALL, THANKS TO YOU I HAVE MISSED OUT ON A SOLO THAT COULD VERY WELL HAVE SHAPED MY MUSICAL CAREER. SECONDLY, YES I WILL GO OUT WITH YOU BUT ONLY IF YOU BUY THE POPCORN FOR THE MOVIE!’

There was a loud ‘aaaaaw’ from the crowd, as Hiccup tossed away the megaphone and threw his arms around Jack’s neck, pulling them into a kiss that sent them both tumbling down the stand.

snow-fury-deactivated20170226:

Hope this is passionate enough!

‘Relax Hic,’ Jack half laughed, leaning back on the picnic rug spread out on the grass, ‘I promise, there’s no one else here. Only us.’

Hiccup couldn’t help but glance around nervously, just in case there was a posse of kids gathered in the bushes nearby, waiting with their phones at the ready for some sort of slip up; for Jack to lull Hiccup into a false sense of security, perhaps lean in to kiss him and then burst out laughing at the gullibility of the nerd, at how he actually thought the most popular boy at school had some romantic interest him and now his embarrassing encounter would be a viral hit within a matter of hours.

Perhaps he was over thinking things. But still, he had every reason to. The extent people went to make him feel awful about himself was mind boggling.

‘I’m sorry,’ he muttered, fiddling with his sleeves, 'I just…I don't…’

'I understand,’ Jack sat up, edging closer to the taller boy, 'but I promise you, this isn’t a joke. I’ve never been more serious in my life about this. Now come on,’ he reached for one of the containers and waved it under the boy’s nose, 'I brought your favourite.’

Hiccup grinned slightly, ‘Jam doughnuts?’

'With extra sugar.’

Everything seemed to take a slow pace after that, as they sank their teeth into the pastries. It sweetened Hiccup up in no time and he found that he no longer cringed when Jack came near him, his doubt beginning to diminish until it was virtually non existent. They sat there, the two of them, on the hill where the view of the setting sun was beautiful to the naked eye and Jack felt the smaller boy leaning in, resting his head against his front hesitantly, awaiting approval. Jack didn’t move, so he leaned in closer, shifting so he was comfortable.

'You’re the only person who’s ever valued me, Jack,’ he almost whispered, his voice hardly there.

Jack rested a cheek against his hair, ‘that can’t be true. There must have been someone else. You’re an amazing person.’

'Nobody really. My dad doesn’t understand me, I haven’t got any friends in this place…there’s only you.’

He shut his eyes a moment, sighing, pressing his head further. Their hands reached for each other involuntarily and curled together.

'I want to do everything in the world with you Jack…’

These words sealed it. Jack reached over and took the boy’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting his head up so he could reach his lips, which were still slightly coated with stray grains of sugar.

'Then I guess it’s you and me against the world…’ Jack replied and brought his newly beloved into a kiss that neither could seem to break away from.

The food on the blanket was swiftly forgotten; their appetite replaced with only their undying hunger for each other. 

m00nprinc-ess-deactivated201811:

I took this as 1920s? Is that alright? 

Warning: TERRIBLE WRITING- LIKE I CANNOT DO HISTORICAL WRITING TO SAVE MY LIFE. 

Slang terms from here. 

Jack stepped down into the basement, swiping his hand through the air that was thick with smoke. Everyone from town was in the speakeasy, laughing and drinking. Aster clapped him on the back and grinned. “Best juice joint in town Jackson, ease up and enjoy the dames.” He motioned to the flappers. They giggled and looked at them, one catching Jack’s eyes the longest. Aster went off and left him to himself.

He wove his ways through the tightly packed tables and the customers that were loud and rowdy. He sat down near the back, empty chair across his table. He wasn’t sure what to do, he had never been to a speakeasy before and he knew they were illegal. He took out a cigarette and lit it, breathing in deeply. Someone slid into the chair and he glanced up finding green eyes watching him. “Why’re you all alone daddy?”

Jack’s face began to flame and he nearly choked. The flapper was skinny and had large eyes that seemed to follow Jack’s every move. Auburn hair was cut into a bob that curled just under their chin and there were so many freckles Jack couldn’t keep count. Their dress jingled with every move and one strap kept falling. They laughed and Jack fidgeted. “What’s your name daddy?”

He had to think for a moment. “Jack,” he said hoarsely.

The flapper ducked their head and laughed some more. “I like that name.” Jack adjusted his tie. “Mine is Harriet, but everyone just calls me Hiccup.” They winked, dark lips splitting into a smile. “Say, what’s a nice guy like you doing in a speakeasy?” Hiccup grabbed for his cigarette that he had completely forgotten about. “You don’t seem like the type to drink hooch.” Those red lips wrapped around the end and sucked, smoke soon billowing out.

“A friend brought me.” He paused and licked his lips. “Why aren’t you with the other flappers, getting all those bimbos’ attention?” He motioned to the other girls, laughing and flirting with some guys. He glanced to Hiccup who looked saddened, tapping the cigarette lightly.

“I ain’t like them.”

Jack ran a hand through his dark hair. “And why is that doll?”

Hiccup smirked. “You wouldn’t want my company then.”

“Oh really?” Jack snatched his cigarette back and took a lung-full. It tasted like cigarettes and lipstick. “Then why’d you come over here in the first place?”

“You looked lonely.” Hiccup waved a gloved hand as the ladies called him over. “Time to give ‘em a show.”

Jack frowned. “You gonna stop by again?”

Hiccup winked. “Stay lonely and maybe I will.” Jack laughed and Hiccup stopped before running to the stage. “Look, between you and me, I ain’t a dame.” Jack stared and noticed there were no feminine curves or the breasts to keep the dress up. Hiccup’s voice was a little deep as well. The girls called for Hiccup. “I have to go,” he said.

The taller male caught his wrist. “Wait,” he called. Hiccup bit his lip, a worried look passing over his face. “You really do look spiffy tonight.” He hesitated and smiled. “I’d like to take you out for a ride later, if it’s alright with you.”

A small laugh escaped Hiccup’s mouth and he flushed. The girls were getting impatient and he stepped away, reluctantly letting go of Jack’s hand. “You got it daddy.” 

snow-runt:

ahhh oh no fic recs are always so hard! See, I read… almost everything… so like… I’ve read and loved so many its hard to remember specific ones OTL

okay but I assume you mean hijack cause that’s what I read mostly…!

Okay welp this is gonna be REALLY LONG because I have a lot of people and fics to recommend and I didn’t wanna leave any out, so its under Read More. But I really encourage fic writers to check if you’re there because if you’re not and I forgot you and I’ve read something of yours please let me know and I will add you! It’s kinda late and I was rushing and I’m also stupid and read a lot haha so yeah! thanks!

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Everything ground to a halt when Jack hit the ground.

One moment everyone was in hysteria, the next complete silence fell over the battlefield until you could hear a pin drop.

And then sound came rushing back into the atmosphere, the high pitched wailing noise that left the autumn spirit’s mouth involuntarily. And the sound of feet treading the dirt in a flurry, as he threw himself upon the still frame of the unmoving guardian, rocking him to and fro.

And that horrible fracture of a voice that taunted his grieving, ‘That’s it. Cry. That’s all you fall spirits are good for. Crying like little girls.’

And then came a noise that was hard to identify between a feral roar or a war-like scream.

Hiccup didn’t just attack Pitch; he launched a full scale brawl that was sure to have only one likely outcome. He pinned the Nightmare King to the floor, his hands suddenly becoming glowing orbs of red that burnt even the immortal flesh of Pitch Black. For a moment everyone feared he had gone mad from this unexpected power and had it been possible, had his arms possessed enough strength, he would have happily and easily killed the boogyman with his own bare hands.

He was eventually thrown off and Pitch turned to dust once more, taking his darkness with him. Hiccup took the next few minutes to remember how to breathe again, his shoulders racking, his hot Viking blood pumping in his ears. This was the anger his father had told him was inherited from his earliest ancestors, the anger that he never thought he possessed. 

He ran to Jack after that, taking him in his arms, his hands once again becoming orbs of light that wiped away that blood, that mended the broken body that had been damaged from the impact of the ground. Slowly but surely, two tired blue eyes opened and gazed up at him, cradled on the Viking’s lap.

‘H…Hic?’

'Sssh,’ the spirit of autumn soothed, 'you’re wounded, don’t move.’

'Hic…you know something?’

'What?’

A weak smile crossed the lips of the winter spirit, as he lay his exhausted head against his saviour’s chest.

'You are terrifying.’

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‘So this is the new meat, eh?’ Bunnymund leaned across the table, wedging between the spirit of jokes and the spirit of misery who burst into tears as soon as he spoke, 'Would of thought you’d be taller mate.’

Hiccup shrank slightly in his seat as the other spirits cracked up laughing, ‘Yeah, well…the man on the moon never gave a specific height reference when he was looking for a spirit of Autumn.’

'So you gonna blow us up some leaves then, fall boy?’ the spirit of scorn sneered at him.

'Yes, that is one of the many guidelines of my job.’ Hiccup replied shortly.

'I know something else he’s dying to blow!’ the spirit of jokes fell about laughing, 'or someone!’

The table descended into hysterics while Hiccup sighed and studied the tablecloth.

'Leave off, you guys,’ Toothiana said in his defence, 'he’s new to the job. Give him a chance.’

The baby teeth squeaked in agreement, gathering round the boy protectively.

'He’s only here because old snowball recommended him to that moron on the moon,’ the spirit of scorn went on, 'cant wait to get into those tan pants of Jack Frost, can you?’

Hiccup singed a dark pink glow.

'Careful, Haddock,’ said Bunnymund, 'You may get frostbite if you don’t watch out.’

A voice cut into the laughter, ‘Really Bunny? We’ve only been together a few months. I’m more of a gentleman than that.’

Jack hopped down from the rafters and leaned against his staff thoughtfully, as every breath hitched in the room.

'H-hey Jack…’ Hiccup said nervously.

'What was that comment about his height you made there Bunny?’ Jack went and put his hands on Hiccup’s shoulders, 'Something about being taller? Well you know something? I love his height. It’s cute to see him stand on his toes when we’re making out. You know, getting all romantic. Not something you’re familiar with.’

Sandy simpered slightly with silent laughter.

'So, yeah, take care next time before you criticise my fall boy,’ he pressed a kiss against Hiccup’s waiting cheek, 'you never know where I am and whether I’m listening to you,’ he narrowed his blue eyes dangerously as Hiccup sent the others a smug grin, 'Understood?’

Every head in the room nodded vigorously.