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Open post for Jack! OU, AU, Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons, Percy Jackson, whatevs you want! This is to help me get his voice down again. If you're struggling to find a plot, take a gander at the random scenario meme.

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[Hiccup despised the winter once. Before making friends with the dragons, gathering supplies to survive through the coldest parts of the season had often been drastic and dangerous, especially with the reptiles constantly at war with them, cutting supplies even shorter. It was a harsh lifestyle and short summers where the air was often times still too cold to take off warming furs that dreaming of sunny paradises was just that, solely a dream.

Since the pact of peace, things had gotten much easier even if it hadn't been complete improvement as stocking up was still a necessity, especially when they had more mouths to feed. But soon enough, just as it had seemed impossible to make peace with dragons, it had once been beyond a possibility for Hiccup to appreciate winter. Except until he came.

He could already feel the chills of a colder winter coming as the breeze shifts in through his window, prompting a wide smile to form on his face even before eyes are open. He stretches from behind thick furs, with content easily heard through his morning hums, the slipping temperatures ironically serving as a sign of good things to come.

He should be here soon. At least he hoped, but the unlikeliness was far low and he knew better than to believe that the winter spirit could possibly pass up on a visit.]

[Berk was an old favourite to visit. The North Wind blew him in like a slingshot, a yell of exuberance the only warning Berk got...not that many could see him, vikings being the superstitious bunch they were. Jack had snorted at that, tossed a few good snowballs this way and that to get something going (he hadn't known it would lead to a brawl of all things, but it had been amusing to watch anyhow). The next snowball had made a different effect occur.

The person turned around and had looked straight at him.

It's been a while since he's been to Berk. Guardian business has been keeping him busy, but the second he notices a dragon flying in the sky with a rider on its back he knows where he is. A laugh escapes him and he twirls around in the air, following after it and tapping the tip of his staff to its nose when he passes, cackling at the expression before his eyes lay on the Berkian coastline.

Time to visit an old friend.]

[Rising out of bed early wasn't anything too unusual for him, often times getting dressed up in his flight suit by the break of dawn to catch an early breeze for him and Toothless to ride. Today isn't much different save for the fact that flying isn't the first priority on his mind, surprisingly, much more concerned with meeting with an expecting visitor.

He feeds the Night Fury most of the fish, settling for a piece of bread smeared with a layer of fresh honey as his own breakfast before he's already out the door. With no hesitance, he's already on Toothless' back, riding off to find a higher peak on the other side of the island to make his look out. It's become routine for him to disappear before he's sought after, skipping out on another day of practicing chiefly duties, that he knows he isn't settled for.

So instead, he lands near the edge of a cliff, clipping off his prosthetic from the saddle before turning its setting so he can land on it safely on solid ground. With a grin and a sigh, taking in a breath of morning air (not the most pleasant air seeing as how it's Berk, but it'll do), he surveys the skies above them.]

What do you see, bud? Any sign of him?

[Jack shoots down from the skies like a bullet, twisting and twirling where the wind takes him. A pod of Thunderdrums breaks the ocean surface underneath him, and he cackles like a madman as he swoops daringly under their bellies, darting out before they come crashing down on him. His staff is used like a surfboard, nimble toes clinging to it easily even with the slight frost dancing from the tips across the old wood. Patting one of the younger Thunderdrums, he leaves the pod, fingers picking up control of his staff again with a light noise from the back of his throat and a toss made by his feet, catching it easily.

His first instinct is to look for Hiccup on Berk, naturally, but knowing the boy (HIS boy, a part of him whispers) well enough by now, he knows better than to find him anywhere in the village this early in the morning. Still, he does his job and sends a little frost along the grasses, chuckling to himself when one unsuspecting sheep gets his muzzle stuck. Rather than help it out, however, Jack scoots off further around the island, leaving the sheep to be discovered by its farmer.

He rounds the corner on a cliff, touching down when he spots Hiccup and Toothless at a distance. With a bit of a cheeky grin to himself, Jack flicks his staff up with his fingers, shooting a soft bullet of fern frost at the viking boy's butt.]

[It's subtle but as the minutes pass, he could sense the air around him grow colder and colder. It could be all in his head, but he feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand and he's confident that he isn't wrong--Jack is here.

Toothless is less attentive than he is, simply giving a yawn as he plops down on his stomach in wait, grumbling something that Hiccup guesses is his complaints about being woken up so early without getting a decent flight, a measly lap around the island obviously not being quite enough of a thrill. Hiccup hushes him though, sending him a pout.]

Relax, bud, just give it a few minutes and--gyaaah!

[There's that sudden cold rush that hits his backside and instantly shoots up his spine in a dramatic shiver. The ultimate proof needed to deem his theories correct.]

Gods, Jack. Really? Can you come up with a nicer hello one of these days? [Even with the shaky tone from the cold, he manages a laugh, turning to capture sight of the winter spirit with squinted eyes.]

[Jack is definitely here. Let the party begin! Or something. It wasn't really much of a party when only one boy and his dragon could see him. He laughs at Hiccup's reaction to the cold creeping up along his spine, his signature fernfrost at work as he saunters out from his hiding spot, sliding down a little slope of earth on a patch of ice. TECHNICALLY doing his job as a winter spirit.]

Well you're the one who had your back turned to me. You've no one to blame but yourself.

[His voice sounds chiding but it's playful at the same time, staff crossed over his shoulders as he walks over to his boy as he feigns haughtyness. Jack gives Toothless a pat on the head between the ears before he comes to a stop in front of Hiccup, raising an eyebrow.]

What kind of hello is that for a friend you haven't seen in two months anyway? You're a terrible host.

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