icy: and forgotten men. (this city is just cemeteries.)
Jack Frost ❄ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ([personal profile] icy) wrote in [community profile] pookabox 2014-08-08 12:04 pm (UTC)

[ Setting aside his staff by a wall, he takes Hiccup's hand and leans in to peck him on the cheek. ]

I don't want to. [ His nose follows the line of a jaw. ] I want to be outside, not cooped up anywhere. I've changed since ...

[ Since you slept. You weren't got for a measly ten years, Hic. Jack doesn't have dragons to take care of, he only happens upon kids playing by chance most of the time; his responsibilities are still close to nil and he likes it that way. ]

I'll come and visit you, though. I promise.

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