icy: that's what deathbeds are for. (at least wait until the timing's right.)
Jack Frost ❄ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ([personal profile] icy) wrote in [community profile] pookabox 2014-07-28 08:57 pm (UTC)

[ He follows the plasma bolt like a bloodhound, too shocked at first to realize it's Dave's style and not a Night Fury's. When he swerves down to the beach, he hits it at a run and takes Dave's hand with him, tugging his boyfriend along with a fervent glance over his shoulder at the sky. He doesn't know what he's feeling at the sight of Hiccup (choked, terrified, elated, resentful) but his old mate won't take kindly to Dave, not at all. And there's an armada of dragons around as well as the Bewilderbeast. Dave is human; he has to be the priority. ]

We have to go, right now. There are worse things than dragons coming.

[ The last snowglobe bumps in his hoodie pocket as Jack veers around for a safe place to transport, looking here and there as he tries to lead Dave back up the shore. ]

If we don't hurry, you're going to meet my ex.

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