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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[ Jack's eyes widen as he listens, a lump lodging in his throat and an ill hollowness in his gut where he supposedly has insides. They must have disappeared because he feels a weightless urge to float right out the window and back off from this realization altogether. Hiccup thought Jack had ... Of course he did, you never explain anything properly. You're a thousand years late to this one, Frost.

Shoulders sagging, the twinkling rendition of Hiccup's old bedroom fades with the plummeting of the winter sprite's mood. Searching for the right words, he shifts his fingers around Hiccup's to hold on a little tighter by way of a useless apology. ]

I would never hurt you.

[ The only thing he wants to convey, as if that will somehow make everything right. The dumbness of reinforcing his stance on the subject of any harm coming to Hiccup is well known to Jack yet it still bears saying, evidently. ]

I know you wouldn't, Jack. I've always known that.

[He squeezes his hand reassuringly, unable to stop the little bit of disappointment he feels when his old bedroom fades away. Hiccup smiles softly, trying to look reassuring for his husband. It didn't matter anymore, but it obviously did to Jack if the way he holds his hand is any indication.

Hiccup twists around in his mate's lap, settling his face against a cold neck before he kisses it gently, reaching up to cradle a face with a smaller hand than he's used to, fingers spreading across his cheek.]

You'd never hurt me. I've known that since I was like this. You always treated me like I was fragile in this form, like I'd break if you so much as touched me. I didn't care if I had to die to be with you, because you're worth it.

You're not fragile, you weren't. You were the first person to ...

[ To see me, and I didn't know how not to hold you every second of every day. Sighing as he sinks into the hug, he runs a hand up through Hiccup's hair at his nape, the spread of fingers over his cheek a comfort. Not nearly as warm as he's used to nowadays, so he hastily raises his temperature as much as he can. Good job there, too. He fails to notice everything. ]

Don't ever die for anyone, especially not me. Hic, the whole reason I — I wanted you to be one of us, it was so you'd never have to leave. Not unless you decided to. [ Swallowing hard, he lowers his gaze. ] I'm ... I'm sorry it seemed that I asked that of you. I should have explained so much ...

[He presses a kiss softly to Jack's lips, silencing that train of thought as he lets his hand slip down to rest on a shoulder, drawing his arm over it shortly after. Hiccup lets his lips linger there as an afterthought, looking at Jack with the sincerest green eyes.]

It doesn't matter anymore.

[It definitely didn't matter anymore. That had been a thousand years ago, a whole lifetime ago. He pulls back slightly, squeezing the fingers trapped in his again.]

I'm not leaving. I never will. Not even if I turn into a dragon. I told you, I'm with you until the world turns dark and cold.

[ Jack supposes he's the most selfish person to ever walk the planet, giving a weak smile into the kiss. His other hand cups Hiccup's cheek to thumb across the familiar freckles, mentally placing scales where they ought to be. ]

If you go full-dragon, I'll go full-snowflake. [ You won't lose that much of yourself, I promise. ] Deal?

[If Jack's selfish than Hiccup is the most selfish asshole on the planet, given all that he left behind. He turns his face towards the hand cupping his cheek, kissing the palm as he reaches up with his free hand to caress his fingers along the back of Jack's hand.]

Deal.

[Even though he knew Jack going full snowflake was an absolutely ridiculous notion. The boy lifts his head, pressing another kiss to his mate's lips.]

[ Jack tugs him down so they can lie on the bed together nose to nose, wanting him close enough to see those familiar green eyes. It's easier to cuddle him when Hiccup is this small, draping an arm and leg around his side. ]

How are you feeling, all of ... that aside. You holding up okay?

[He lets his husband maneuver him again, resting against him with surprising ease. It's definitely easier to cuddle when he's not the giant hulk he became over the years, and he rests his forehead against Jack's, shifting in his spot.]

Yeah. It's...it's actually pretty nice to be able to be close to you without towering over you or anything. [He tilts his head.] I kept stumbling into things downstairs because I'm used to giving things a wider girth though...

I like the way you tower, it makes me feel safe. When you turn back, ask me anytime to be the big spoon and you've got it.

[ Those lips will get a peck if Hiccup stays where he is, lingering in place before Jack murmurs again. ]

God, you look so damn cute.

[ Illegally so. ]

[He pouts at being called cute but he doesn't protest to it. He's not exactly in any position to argue, and the confessions of the last half hour or so have made him feel a little exhausted, not to mention this form. Hiccup nudges his nose against Jack's, smiling softly.]

I make you feel safe? There's a new one.

[He might snort but he nuzzles his mate, returning the kiss.]

Of course you do, I love you.

[ Quietening as he trails off the end of that confession, Jack tugs one of the furs up to lie between them and offers the protected shoulder of his hoodie for Hiccup to utilize; he remembers the littler details, the longer he has a living memory in front of him. ]

I think we could do with a nap. Up for it?

Sleep sounds good actually.

[He smiles as Jack moves his hoodie and pulls up one of the furs, liking that his husband remembers that much about their relationship back when he had been human. Hiccup is a rebellious little shit though and puts his hands under the fur, slipping them up against Jack's body as he lies his head on his shoulder like a little kid.]

Maybe when we wake up I'll be back to normal.

Wake me up either way, we'll grab a bite to eat.

[ If Hiccup's still this small he'll need something to munch on, that's for certain. Rebellious Little Shit gets a snort as he turns handsy under Jack's hoodie, the furs used to wrap him up before Jack nuzzles in and keeps a cool chin on his crown so he doesn't overheat in there, rug-worm that he is under Jack's attentive protection. ]

Everything always seems better after sleeping. Catch some zees, big guy.

[ Jack, for once, will do the same. ]

[Everything does always seem better after sleeping, especially where they're concerned. Minus the part where Hiccup slept for a thousand years of course. It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep, head tucked into his husband's shoulder and cheek resting against the curve. So in his rugworm state, he falls asleep like that, nestled in the protection of his husband's arms.

A few hours later, however, Jack will find something heavy resting on his chest and body.]

[ Flat on his back, the first thing he knows is that he's pushing a mountain that won't budge; that's when he remembers snowglobes and blearily shoots a look down, slouching as he finds his husband fully formed and heavy as ever, plastered all over him. Petting Hiccup's hair, Jack closes his eyes and stuffs a hand under a top to palm the curve of a spine, kneading him there just for the sheer pleasure that comes in touching him. As adorable as Hiccup's younger self is (was?), a sense of relief suffuses the winter spirit to his core.

Low and quiet, he hums their wedding song. ]

[He feels warm and cold all at once, which is a sure indication that his husband is nearby his subconsciousness decides, especially the hand that he can feel placed on the curve of his spine. He murmurs, a mewling noise coming from his throat as he stirs to consciousness, green eyes fluttering and catching sight of his hand. The scales are back, his hand and arm bigger.]

Jack...?

I told you it'd be fine.

[ Without opening his eyes, he runs his hand up Hiccup's back and yawns into his hair. ]

Shhh ...

[He gives a small sigh and lets his eyes flutter closed again, tilting his head into Jack's neck and nuzzling under his chin.]

I know you did. I'm sorry for doubting you.

It's okay.

[ You were scared. Rubbing his eyes, Jack sweeps his arms up around Hiccup's shoulders, gratified by the heat coming off him again. The furs seems to have been wriggled off here and there during the nap. ]

You hungry?

[He had definitely been scared, but the transformation had zapped him of enough energy to let him sleep soundly. Hiccup shifts a little to pull the furs away from between them, settling back against his husband for a moment as he curls up.]

Maybe in a bit. I'm comfy.

[ Helping him peel away the last of the covers, Jack curls back around him to stuff his nose in musty dragon-scented hair, the warmth lighting his cold cheeks a flushed puce. Idly, he scratches between Hiccup's shoulders where his wrists drape. ]

I'm just a mattress to you, I see, I see ...

Well I wouldn't say mattress. But definitely a husband.

[He purrs the words out between the scratches to his shoulders, eyes fluttering closed.]

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