icy: maybe we should tell that to rain man. (okay well.)
Jack Frost ❄ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ([personal profile] icy) wrote in [community profile] pookabox2014-08-06 01:09 pm

i like your messy hair, i like the clothes you wear

[ A week passes with two spirits and one human as residents of the enormous Workshop, dining with North whenever he appears out of his office but generally doing their own thing in the meantime. Jack flies off now and again to spread snow and wintry cheer, tactfully letting Dave and Hiccup some time to get to know each other now that both of them are rubbing along better than could have been hoped. He hasn't seen much of either of them separately, so Hiccup wandering the Workshop corridors far below Jack (where he sits atop the Globe playing with a puzzlebox) in the new clothes the winter spirit procured for him from a high street store a couple of days ago, is definitely a head-turner.

Oh no, he's hot. Hotter.

Hiccup looks not entirely unlike the way he does in his flight-suit, only ... casual, cut and shaped into modern-day clothing in a way that has Jack staring (fitted brown leather jacket, bottle-green leather pants with laces up the sides so they can be adjusted to those skinny legs), puzzlebox dropped forgotten atop the North Pole as he sweeps down to land in front of him. He drapes his staff over a shoulder as he hops onto the carpet, a hand stuffing inside his hoodie pocket as he ducks his head with a greeting smile. ]


So where've you been all morning, lazybones? It's almost noon.
dragonconqueror: ([and] how can the world want)

[personal profile] dragonconqueror 2014-08-09 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hiccup lets his lips linger against Jack's, words murmured sweetly against them as Jack speaks. His lashes flutter, a small, warm breath breathing out from his open mouth. His stomach flips every time Jack tells him they're okay and that he still loves him, remembering the encounter on the beach. It's that that causes him to take great care in what he says, tilting his head to kiss the fingers under his chin.

He doesn't want to see Jack that angry or upset again.]


I never stopped being in love with you. You're everything to me, Jack, you always have been.
dragonconqueror: (and I'll never be what you want me to be)

[personal profile] dragonconqueror 2014-08-10 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
[He'll always be angry at himself for being susceptible to the hibernation spell, for not waking up when Jack needed him, for not being there at any point in the last thousand years that he has to make up for. He nips the apple from Jack's fingers, returning the nose nuzzling before pecking his husband on the lips.]

I'll spend every day with you if I have to. [Hiccup flicks his tongue against the corner of Jack's mouth teasingly.] Every minute of every second of every hour. I want to wake up wrapped around you again. I want to wake up and look at your face and be reminded of how lucky I am to have you.
dragonconqueror: ([but I] still wake up)

[personal profile] dragonconqueror 2014-08-10 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
I miss you too.

[For Hiccup, the past was just a few months ago. He still remembers how to love Jack, how to hold him in his arms and murmur sweet nothings continuously in his ears. He's patient, though, and he'll only work with whatever Jack feels comfortable with. His fingers curl in his husband's hoodie as his jaw is kissed, tilting his head forward into it with a small sigh as his eyes close, tipping his head forward to press a kiss to Jack's forehead, reaching to cradle his mate close.]
dragonconqueror: (they're the ones that stay the same)

[personal profile] dragonconqueror 2014-08-10 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
[His breath hitches a little when he hears Jack say that, resting his chin on his husband's head. He hasn't been back to the den since he woke, not wanting to go back there without Jack. Hiccup lowers his head, nuzzling the winter sprite's cheek.]

We can.

[It's said so simply but he wraps his arms around Jack tightly, kissing the hairline at the front of his head reassuringly.]

I'm here, I promise, but we can go there if it'll make you feel better.
dragonconqueror: credit to <user name="ruddyowls"> (show me how)

[personal profile] dragonconqueror 2014-08-10 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't mind it when Jack squirrels his way into his lap, raising his hand to rub warm fingers along his back comfortingly. Hiccup keeps his husband close, even as he hears that with the guilty tone of Jack's voice. He buries his nose into the crook of a neck, indoor picnic forgotten as he presses reassuring kisses to Jack's throat, pulling his head back to look at him.]

It was only a couple of months ago for me. [The words are murmured guiltily, caught in his throat before he clears it, fingers grazing up to Jack's chin to brush the backs along his jaw.] I could jog your memory, if you'd like...?
dragonconqueror: (some nights I always win)

[personal profile] dragonconqueror 2014-08-10 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
Listen to me.

[Hiccup pulls his other hand up to cup both of Jack's cheeks into his palms, thumbs brushing along the curve, in towards tear ducts and away again gently.]

I don't care if you're different. I don't care if you remember things differently to how I know they were. You're my husband, my mate, my soul mate. We can start over, make new memories, relearn each other.

[He smiles a little sadly.]

I'll be there next time when you get battered and broken, and I'll nurse you back to health. I'll be here when you need me. I'm not going anywhere, Jack. You'll have to drop a dragon on me to stop me from coming for you.
dragonconqueror: (some nights I wish they'd just fall off)

[personal profile] dragonconqueror 2014-08-10 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
I won't. I'll wield myself to your hip if I have to.

[He looks so serious when he says that too. Hiccup rubs their noses together, brushing his lips up to kiss the bridge between Jack's nose and eyebrows, then a cheek under his hand, then his chin and pressing a lingering one to his lips, a small hum building up in his chest as he murmurs words of an old song against Jack's mouth.]

I'll swim and sail savage seas with ne'er a fear of drowning. And gladly ride the waves of life, if you will marry me. No scorching sun, nor freezing cold will stop me on my journey. If you will promise me your heart. And love me for eternity.
dragonconqueror: (oh lord I'm still not sure what I stand)

[personal profile] dragonconqueror 2014-08-10 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
[He chuckles a little breathlessly, shaking his head gently as he returns the nuzzle of their cheekbones.]

Not at all. I want the same thing.