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: (we are invincible)

[personal profile] dragonconqueror 2014-08-15 11:52 am (UTC)(link)
[His hand comes up to brush the back of warm fingers over a cheek, smoothing them underneath and running his thumb under his bottom lip, smile curling on his own.]

I get it. Trust me, I do. I was younger than him when we started. [He smiles a little sheepishly.] And I don't blame you for worrying, I mean you called my dick a wrecking ball once. I wouldn't take him unless I knew he was ready.
dragonconqueror: (oh lord I'm still not sure what I stand)

[personal profile] dragonconqueror 2014-08-15 12:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[The warmth of his body follows the creeping frost, twisting around with it like a ribbon of fire, twining like eternity. Hiccup brushes at some hair with his fingers, smile turning gentle as he tilted his head to kiss that pout.]

I know. That's why I'm okay with sharing you.

[He pulls back slightly, green eyes locking with blue, still as sincere as a thousand years ago.]

There won't be anyone else for me. Not now, not for a million years. I belong to you. I always have done.
dragonconqueror: (I was found and now)

[personal profile] dragonconqueror 2014-08-15 12:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm kinda glad you didn't.

[He's being honest, his hands coming up to rub gently at Jack's back, encouragingly. It's a little depressing, thinking that he'd almost been forgotten about, but he remembers all the similarities between them that Dave and himself had noticed. Even if Jack denies it, some part of him was subconsciously looking for Hiccup. He brushes his lips against his husband's forehead, murmuring at his temple.]

Is that selfish of me?
dragonconqueror: (and I'll never be what you want me to be)

[personal profile] dragonconqueror 2014-08-15 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, it is.

[Contentedly, he curls close to his husband, pressing a kiss to his forehead before resting his chin on Jack's mop of white hair, pulling him in and draping an arm around his waist. He can't help but think about what might've happened if he hadn't fallen asleep, his chest aching for lost years.]

And I'm not going anywhere. I promise.