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

[icy]

[ 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.

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[icy]

[ Chuckling as he hears dick, a shaken head is all Hiccup gets. The body-temperature control is something he can relate to, having gotten better at it himself so the children can hug him without shivering. ]

Not going to burn me, are you?

[dragonconqueror]

Only if you're into that kind of thing. And I'm done. Give it a try.

[He grins cheekily and raises an eyebrow before considering his work done. Hiccup places his tools back into his tool belt and slithers back into the room, closing the window with him.]

[icy]

[ Mollified by the forthright answer, he glides down to lock the latch into place from the outside, giving the windows a shove. Flicking it open again, Jack sweeps inside to perch on the window-ledge, gripping it with a hand as his other remains outside with his staff. ]

You're handy to have around, anyone here told you that?

[dragonconqueror]

I might have heard it once or twice.

[Hiccup tries not to sound smug as he says that, though he does look pretty pleased with his work. He closes the distance between them, placing his hands on either side of Jack and leaning up.]

Do I get a kiss as a thank you?

[icy]

[ Drawing up from his slouch as Hiccup slides in, a smile greets him and he nods. ]

You can get a kiss whenever you want.

[ His free hand slides up a bare arm as he closes the distance, leaning in as he perches with his knees splayed either side of Hiccup's chest. His husband's captured lips are soft and warm, the antithesis to his own, and Jack lets the sensations tingling through his cold skin start to warm him up there.

A sigh leaves him through his nose, the nails on Hiccup's shoulder curling slightly to draw him closer. ]

[dragonconqueror]

[The kiss is a sweet one, tender and warm despite the cold, chipped lips pressed to his own. But that's what he likes about Jack, the contrast he brings to his own stifling temperatures, the cold he enjoyed even as a boy who claimed he hated winter. He hum breathlessly into the kiss, drawing himself in even without the encouraging nails on his shoulder.

One of Hiccup's arms circle around Jack's waist, snaking and tugging him as close as he can manage without losing his footing. Lightly, he flicks his tongue along his husband's bottom lip, nipping it softly.]

[icy]

[ Huffing quiet laughter into the kiss, he drapes his free arm over a shoulder to knead the shifting muscles down the middle of a naked spine, hugging him as close as Hiccup squashes in. Jack gives him a squeeze around the waist with his bent knees when a tongue slides over, his own pressing back as he opens his mouth a little wider in invitation.

Scales catch under his nails near Hiccup's nape, scratched lightly. So sleek and smooth, they're an interesting counterpoint to all that warm, freckled skin. ]

[dragonconqueror]

[His scales look Night Fury in design, like the speckled disks he found in the cove when he first went to investigate Toothless so long ago. Some of them have patterns, dark blue or grey molding into black. He makes a small noise when he feels Jack's nails scratch the ones at the back of his neck, slipping his tongue in at the invitation.

They'd had a few kisses like this back then. Jack hanging through his bedroom window, Hiccup just out of sight so that passing villagers couldn't see. The hand around Jack's waist travels up to bury fingers into white hair, tugging on it gently.]

[icy]

[ That small noise is what he lives for, cupping the back of a thick head of hair as the kiss deepens into a languid play of tongues, one indistinguishable from the other. Jack strokes under Hiccup's, finding his own rhythm to subtly mirror the way they moved together in their old nest, sucking on him with a groan. Remember this ... ?

The tug to his hair changes the angle and gives up the authority of it to Hiccup for a moment as Jack winces; not in pain, just distracted as he swallows. Nose to nose, he lets his weight rest against a bare chest and arches his hoodie in against him. ]

[dragonconqueror]

[He remembers. He remembers and he feels his heart flutter when he realizes Jack does too, swallowing the groan into his mouth as he grazed his along Jack's. His hand leaves hair and comes to cup a cheek as he slows the pace down, pulling his head back but leaning into the brush of material against his sensitive chest. Hiccup runs his thumb over the height of his husband's cheek, pecking him on the lips as he leans in, pressing their foreheads together.]

I missed you.

[icy]

[ He's had a long time to think over the past couple of days, coupled with everything else. It'll be a rocky road for both of them for a long time, but for now, resting together with an intimacy more precious than that of sex ...

Jack's the best at avoidance, so he has to close his eyes as he murmurs against Hiccup's mouth (the gravity of his soft acceptance no longer a stick in his throat). ]

I forgive you.

[ Still pissed about it (it was a thousand years of separation), but he acknowledges Hiccup isn't to blame. Nuzzling their noses, he sniffs and hums their wedding song. ]

[dragonconqueror]

[He feels like jumping for joy and whooping into the air when he hears those three words, but Hiccup isn't going to take his chances. He knows they still have a lot of work to do to rebuild what they had, something that's going to take some time. Instead, he brings his free hand up to cup Jack's head, both of his cheeks in his palms before he slides them back gently into icy hair, smiling.]

Thank you.

[It's murmured equally softly against thin lips as he brushes them again along with their noses, returning the soft hum of his parent's song that became theirs.]

[icy]

[ The look he gives him is a hopeless lovestruck one, an Of course I had to as he glances at him. Jack's cheeks brighten with a blush when cupped, the fingers in his hair making him happy to stay exactly where he is. Noses aligning, he smiles and kisses him softly. When was the last time they kissed like this, with Hiccup safely inside and Jack on a windowsill? A long, long time ago ... ]

I love you, shortie.

[dragonconqueror]

[Hiccup feels fifteen again, young and so irrevocably in love, like the world could end and he wouldn't care, like Berk could be touched to the ground around him but the only thing he'd see would be Jack's face. The blush makes him chuckle and return the kiss, happy to have gotten Jack to flush for once.]

I love you too, frost butt.

[icy]

Frost butt ... T'ch, rude.

[ Grinning around a chuckle, he nips at a warm plush lip, dragging on it before letting it go, pecking the damage. Mwah. He feels exactly the same way as he first did when Hiccup first started falling in love with him, helpless to care about very much else. ]

I'm jealous and stupid, put on a shirt before you leave the room?

[dragonconqueror]

It's a very nice frosty butt.

[Hiccup drags his fingers through Jack's hair, squirreling in as close as he can to his husband, a noise being drawn from his throat at the nip and drag of his lip. He smiles, the look on his face both sly and sneaky.]

Who said I'm leaving anytime soon?

[icy]

Oh, you're staying? For how long?

[ The teasing nuzzles along the scruff of a jaw-line, coarse hairs scratching his own smooth skin. Jack slides his free hand down Hiccup's chest, seeking out the bumps of muscle and dips of tendons as he caresses his way down to a navel. ]

Seconds, minutes ... ?

[dragonconqueror]

I was thinking a few hours.

[Taut skin ripples under seeking fingers, his head tilting back to allow his husband more room for nuzzles. Hiccup smooths his hands down along arms, humming in contentment as he rocked, moving his hips against the touch above his navel.]

If you'll have me.

[icy]

[ He gives a leather-clad crotch a squeeze, only briefly, before he angles his staff inside the room to rest it against the inside wall, propped up. That leaves him free to run both his palms up over warm muscle and warmer scales, hairs skimming through his knuckles as Jack rides his hands right up over broad pecs, then a pair of shoulders to hook around his neck. ]

I'll think about it.

[ His kiss is quick, darting in to stop any further comebacks. Crouched as he is, he has the momentum to rock his belt over Hiccup's stomach and nudge him to make room for Jack to come inside, or else to lift him off his perch. ]

[dragonconqueror]

[His hips rock forward almost on automatic into the squeeze of his crotch, purring appreciatively as his stomach flexes under flighty fingers. Hiccup brings his own hands down, down, down, sliding along sides, hips and thighs before he cups them underneath Jack. The sprite is lifted effortlessly into his arms, returning the quick kiss as he backpedals into the room, not bothering to close the window.]

Only think?

[It's murmured against thin lips, kissing them again before grazing his mouth up a baby fine jaw, different from his own, to nip at an earlobe teasingly.]

[icy]

[ Delighted to be hefted into Hiccup's arms, he squirms under every touch and hums into their every kiss right until he surrenders his smooth jawline to a roaming mouth. It's different to how things are with Dave, but good too, waves of nostalgia crashing over him as a moan works its way out of his throat. ]

Test-ride ... ?

[dragonconqueror]

Test ride.

[His response is murmured against a throat he can feel vibrate with the moan rippling from Jack, feeling himself swept away by memories of doing the same thing in their den, carrying Jack to furs in his arms. He's reminded of his fuck up a few days ago, but he has no intention of dragging Jack through a hoard of yetis in his arms.

No, they're going to stay right here and relearn each other.]

[icy]

[ All his frustrations sink into Hiccup's hair with the hand that turns it, crashing a hungry kiss into place unlike any other so far, tongue sweeping in possessively to reclaim his husband's heat. Jack's breathing turns exclusively nasal, leading every savoring moan, and he presses in against him as tightly as he can, hands restless.

Messy kisses, that's all they are, with the previous sweetness buried deep underneath layers of aching want. They've been apart for so long, all Jack needs to complete himself again is Hiccup deep inside. ]

Please ...

[dragonconqueror]

[Hiccup misses messy kisses as much as he misses the sweet ones, responding to the hand tangling into his hair. Cold enters his mouth and he sucks on it like the blocks of ice he used during summers, swallowing every moan that comes from it as he carries Jack over to the bed, spreading him out on it to free his hands up.

One of his hands snakes under a hoodie as his mouth leaves his mate's, turning into harder kisses down a slim neck that leave behind bite marks, reclaiming his husband. The urgency in Jack's voice makes him pause, hand sliding to a stomach as he leans up and back, hair messy, lips puffy and parted.]

Do you...have any lube?

[icy]

[ The second the bed hits his back it's so much better, so much easier to touch all of the skin on offer as the sting of bites on his neck send all his blood south. He can feel teeth bruising him ...

Jack nods through a gasp when his throat is relinquished and squeezes the hand on his stomach, glancing briefly to the bedside table. ]

Top drawer, in the hand-towel.

[ He kept freezing it accidentally when he wanted to jerk off. Whoops. ]