pookabox | you seem quite shy but you're oh, so cute ( for dragonconqueror )

you seem quite shy but you're oh, so cute ( for dragonconqueror )

[ No one quite knows what happened, but the fact remains everyone semi-blames Jack for it and he's almost inclined to agree. The snowglobes have been used with greater frequency since Hiccup awoke and Dave joined the Workshop, which means more and more are being stockpiled. Let's go watch, Jack suggested to his husband, it'll be interesting. It turns out that blowing snowflakes while flirting can be disastrous when a stray floats into the snowglobe directly in front of Hiccup, causing a reactive explosion that turns everything a riot of swirling colors and whoosing Stargate noises for the worst five seconds of Jack's life.

And then he finds himself staring at a short, furious-looking mini Hiccup, the same boy he first fell for and vastly different from the imposing figure cut by the Dragon Prince. Hiccup is short and weedy (at best), with big cute green eyes and softer hair in a perpetually dejected flop about his lone freckles. No scales, no braids, no mildly pointed ears ...

Oh, shit. Look at his leg.

Two hours later in their bedroom, Jack is still failing at not laughing at the angry little figure his husband makes. North said the effects of the magic should wear off over the course of a day, so he isn't worried in the slightest. ]

You're adorable, I really don't see the problem.

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[Hiccup is almost certain he blames his husband for what's happened, but that seems to be the norm around the Workshop, so blame his husband it is. And his curiosity for leading him to want to learn how the snowglobes are made in the first place. Hiccup could blame a whole number of things, and would readily do so.

When the smoke cleared and he found himself having to look up at Jack, he's sure the gods are laughing in Valhalla. If Hiccup was a lesser viking, he'd think this was some kind of Loki trick, but he's been around magic enough to know that that's what it is. He's different, and he feels different. There's no warmth radiating from his core, no scales, his ears are normal. A trip to the bathroom assured him that his dick was, indeed, normal again. Even the pegleg is the one Gobber made for him when he was recovering from the fight with the Red Death.

Hiccup purses his lips together and glares at his husband where he's laughing as he paces the room. North said that the effects will wear off but Hiccup couldn't help but be skeptical of the day limit.]

Of course you don't see the problem.

[He doesn't mean to, but the words are snapped out in a sniping tone, stopping to reach up and rub at his temples. The dragon prince gives a small sigh, shoulders slacking.]

I'm sorry, Jack. I...

[He shakes his head.]

[ His mirth dies down when snapped at, ducking his head with a softer smile that he intends to be reassuring. He can't stop admiring him, especially since this won't last very long (because Jack trusts North implicitly, even if he too is somewhat curious as to whether a 'day' will stretch out to a 'day and a half' by the old spirit's reckoning). More than ever, he wants to be there for him and old instincts resurge in a way they don't really need to for Hiccup when he's his normal Guardian self.

This is his Boy. Hiccup never stopped being ... this, and it shows in that bitchy tone. ]

Just relax, it'll be over before you know it. Look on the bright side, now you're closer to all the cakes on the kitchen table.

Oh look, we've got a comedian over here.

[Hiccup had wanted to be small in the past, just so he could feel what it was like to fit into Jack's arms again, but this is too much. He huffs out a breath that blows his hair back from his face, now the same short cropped look from before without the braids that Astrid had put into his hair.

Rubbing his arm, he brings his hand up to look at it, studying old smithing callouses that had raised due to the transformation. There was so much he remembered from this age, wondering if it wouldn't have been better if he hadn't kept his memories, let Jack truly have his younger self one last time. He steals a glance to Jack, lowering it.]

I feel so vulnerable...

Hey.

[ That has him on his feet, staff left by the wall as he steps up to brush long fingers through that soft hair, cupping a cheek to try and coax him to look up. ]

That's not true, you're just fine. Toothless has pretty much figured out what's happened for himself, he's right here in the Workshop if you need him nearby. Plus, you've got me. [ Jack kisses him fondly on the forehead, rubbing Hiccup's arms. ] You're still you, all that's changed is the packaging for a while.

[ Which means he ought to apologize, welp. Jack doesn't really do outright apologies, but for Hiccup ... ]

Sorry about screwing things up down there, it really turned into a mess. Obviously.

[He looks up under his bangs before he glances away slightly. Hiccup knows he shouldn't be taking this so seriously but nobody took him seriously when he was this young. At least the pegleg lets him know his body is from after the Red Death, but at the same time that kind of reassurance only gets him so far.

Toothless had sniffed him with curiosity before looking at him understandingly and nudging his chest. Hiccup lets his eyes flutter closed at the kiss to his forehead, a small sigh leaving him as he presses his forehead against Jack's collar despite the cold coming from his husband.]

It's okay. I know you didn't mean to make such a mess of this.

[That doesn't stop him from hating this body and the memories that come with it. He purses his lips together and tilts his head up into Jack's neck, smaller fingers coming up to wrap themselves into Jack's hoodie.]

[ Jack's glad he's taller, if only to hide his wince when he hears that, as if he would have messed up anyway and this is just one of those Jack Things that Hiccup has come to expect. He chuckles instead, pushing down that guilt, and enfolds Hiccup in his arms like he used to do with a nuzzle into his hair. ]

We're still married because you remember us, so it'll be alright.

[He doesn't realize how he sounds until a few minutes later and he winces himself into Jack's hoodie, knowing it's probably to late to correct himself without making a bigger mess of it. Just because he's feeling shitty doesn't mean he should make Jack feel like crap too. He nuzzles up into his neck in comfort, seeking some of his own.]

I...I missed this. You being able to hold me like this.

You did? I might have a thing for wanting to hug all of you at once, so this is kind of neat.

[ Jack gives him a squash in, kissing much-missed freckles on a cheek. The way he holds Hiccup lets him rub his arms and back at once, soothing all the tension as best he can. ]

You wanna go flying and have some fun? Might perk you up. Hey, I bet all those fancy moves you and Toothless are so good at will be a hundred times better now that you're lighter.

I was just thinking about it the other day.

[The tension is soothed, and Hiccup's shoulders slump forward slightly as he buries his face in Jack's chest with a small murmur of appreciation. The question makes him incline his head, shrugging his shoulders.]

I'll have to rig up a new stirrup to match the leg. Toothless' current saddle is only set up for my old...er current one.

[He pulls his head away to rub at his forehead. This is confusing.]

Hm. That'll take more time and effort than it's really worth, just for one day.

[ Just saying the obvious, or giving his opinion of it. Jack places his cool palm on Hiccup's forehead to help any aches there dissipate. ]

Couldn't you get some of your projects' more fiddly parts done a lot faster now, since your fingers are smaller?

That's what I was thinking.

[The boy - because that's what he was now, just a boy - tilts his head up into the palm resting against his forehead with a small noise.]

There's the question of if North even has the parts that I'd need. I mean...these are pretty old by now.

[ Jack smooths his palm down a cheek, all the way along to a warm neck where Hiccup's circulation will cool down a lot faster if more blood is pumping under a cold compress. He can't help a soft snort. ]

Poor you, relegated to being adorably pissed off all day. A fate worse than death, arguably, I don't know how you do it.

[ Maybe the little kisses he plants over his face will help. ]

[Oh gods that's cold. It's cold but it's also nice. It's nice to be able to feel his husband's body temperature like it is instead of that dampness that seemed to happen due to his own stifling body heat. Hiccup relaxes slightly under the touch, the cold having some kind of effect on him due to the way it feels like home, a fresh wave of nostalgia hitting him.

The kisses help too.]

Mnh. I guess it's not so bad. [He tilts his head to look at Jack.] You get to see me like this again.

[ It's been so long since he had to bother controlling his own temperature that he forgets to now, just as cold as he usually is with his husband. Jack smiles and shakes his head, pecking him on the nose. ]

I wouldn't care if you went the other end of the spectrum and turned fully dragon, I'd still love you. It's nice to be taller again, though.

[ To exhibit how, he rests his chin atop Hiccup's crown. ]

Yeah I can tell.

[It's said dryly but he bumps his head up under Jack's chin, feeling a wave of reassurance rumble through him. The cold doesn't really bother him, since he was with Jack for a time when he was still human, even if it is a little chillier than he was used to.

He's a bit concerned about Jack's suggestion about being turned fully dragon, wondering if that was where his body was heading. There was already so many changes to it, he wouldn't be surprised if that ended up being the truth. For now though, he settles under Jack's chin and crosses his arms over his chest like he's been doing for the last couple of hours, drawing his legs up.]

I'm subtle, I know. A grand master, really.

[ Struck with an idea, he slides his hands underneath Hiccup's thighs and heaves him up into his arms (Hup!), stumbling a little on the floor but ultimately managing to hold him in his arms. If Hiccup were any bigger it would be difficult, but Jack isn't nearly as weak as he looks, wiry arms strong as he spins them in a slow circle. ]

Look what I can do.

Jack!

[Hiccup's voice is a shriek as he's picked up, arms flailing about before he clings his hands to his husband's arms until the knuckles are bone white. When he realizes they're spinning in a slow circle instead of the fast one he thought Jack was going to do, he relaxes his grip slightly.]

Warn a guy next time.

Wow, I really did miss scaring the crap out of you.

[ He tilts Hiccup's shoulders back against the bedpost, giving him something to lean against as Jack settles in at his front, still holding him up. The perfect angle to start lipping his way over a super smooth jaw, welcoming it back with nibbles. ]

I certainly didn't miss it.

[It's said with a grumble as he's placed back against the bedposts, pouting but nonetheless tilting his head back to give way to that all too familiar mouth, now a size bigger than what he was used to. Smaller hands grab fistfuls of Jack's hoodie, a noise leaving him in a breathless gasp.]

[ Cackling into Hiccup's neck, he wriggles his shoulders when he feels his husband's hands clutch in his hoodie. This is perfect, it's enough to have him evolving a laugh even as he hears Hiccup gasp. ]

It's like you turned bite-size.

[ Proving it with a nip over an earlobe. Easily supporting Hiccup's weight, Jack hefts him to rest on his hips just because he can and settles in comfortably. ]

[Later he'll swear the gasp was because Jack was cold, but for now he settles against it in favor of curling closer as he's hefted up onto hips that his legs don't go entirely over like they usually do. The nip to his lobe makes him shiver, squirming in Jack's lap.]

Bah, you just like being able to carry me around.

[ So much squirming, gosh. ]

True. Oh! I know something I definitely have to do while I've got you like this. IIIII'll swim and sail on savage seas -!

[ Don't mind him veering backwards to dance around the room with Hiccup in his arms, singing along in between cracking up with laughter. ]

[There's so much squirming because you're being a jackass, Jack.]

You know, I haven't decided how long I'm going to withhold sex when I turn back. I'm thinking two months maybe.

[ He said you'd have fun!! This is fun, he promises not to drop you. He would finish their wedding song, but it's all he can do to pout and carry Hiccup to the bed. ]

You won't be able to resist me, we both know it's true.

[ Kneeling his way onto the bed, he dumps Hiccup back on the furs spread there and settles in between his legs to sprawl atop him, playing with floppy auburn hair that has yet to thicken up. ]

I notice you implied after you turn back ...

[ Oh, look at those brows waggle. ]

[Sure this is fun. Unless you're tiny and otherwise unable to defend yourself against an overzealous husband. Not that Hiccup really wanted to in the first place, but his mood is a little sour due to being...well, littler again. He gives a small sigh of relief when Jack places him on the bed again, relaxing back against the furs and laying his head down as Jack settles between his legs.]

I may or may not have implied that.

[It was nice to be the smaller one again after all.]

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