Sparks Fly ~Jack Frost X Reader X Hiccup~

Bonus Chapter: Baron

Okay, so sorry to whoever thought that this was a new chapter(Probably everyone who reads this story :P) But this is a bonus chapter that is actually chapter 30, but this time, everything's in Baron's P.O.V. & also, don't worry, the new chapter will be up really soon. :D

Darkness. Silence. I couldn't see or hear anything, and that isn't until a few moments later that I'd realized my eyes were closed shut. But that still doesn't explain the utter silence though.

Faint groans of pain escaped my lips when I tried to move my body; I appeared to be lying down on my back... My eyes shot opened and I cautiously sat up, blinking a few times, allowing them to adjust to the sudden brightness of my surroundings... even though it was dim.

"Isn't this ironic?" a soft voice spoke up from behind me, and I turned around. My heartbeat quickened, and I held my breath. (Y/N) sat across from me... a sweet, beautiful smile plastered on her face. The same smile that stole all the self-control that I had, that made me lose myself whenever I see her...

"Where are we?" I asked when I've finally broke my gaze from her, feeling a tinge of embarrassment as I hoped she hadn't noticed that I'd stared for too long. But the feeling didn't last long as it was soon replaced by curiosity towards the abrupt change of situation; I was helping (Y/N) escape Marcus, we ran out the door then... everything went black. "How did we get here...?"

"I'm not really sure..." (Y/N) replied, the pure softness remained in her voice, and I had to stifle back a smile at that. I loved the sound of her voice, the soft and gentleness that it had... the comfort and soothing effects that it provided... I'd loved it ever since I heard her spoke, and yes, the first time I heard her speak, she was yelling at me with a rather outraged attitude. But I could hear through all her upset emotions nonetheless.

"And the viking in his shinny armor and his dragon," she then added, making me raise an eyebrow as confusion swept through me. Though after a few seconds of analyzing her words over and over again, I've finally gotten a probable guess. "Hiccup?"

"With special help from the guardian of fun." She said, and this time, I was left absolutely perplexed. And I think that (Y/N) had noticed my expression because she'd decided to change the subject. "Um, it's a long story, they're both outside right now... working on... something..." she took a short pause before speaking again, "There's um, clean clothes in the corner."

I turned my head back, my eyes scanning the area until they landed on the folded clothes that were about a feet from me. My hand pushed aside something soft and... ragged...? I gave a quick glance down and noticed a sadly-worn blanket; it had so many patches and holes that it could probably take me an hour or so to count all of them. But my attention switched back to the clothes in the corner as I stood up and walked over to them.

"Thanks, sweetheart." I smirked to (Y/N), though I kept my eyes off of her. I enjoy calling her that, it felt like my nickname for her, and I couldn't get passed the fact that it suited her so accurately. She's sweet, and she breaks my heart. Cheesy, but I'm not a really the kind of guy who concerns about such.

"I thought you'd stopped calling me that." I saw her raised an eyebrow from the corner of my eye as I bent down to observe the clothing, taking in each significant and insignificants of them.

"And why would I do that?" I grinned at her after I'd chosen the shirt that I thought seemed more fitting to my style; which wasn't much actually, it's quite plain to be honest. I'm not a big fan for fashion, but I'm a sucker for anything catchy or quotable. My hands gripped the hem of my shirt and I pulled it up and off. "When it suits you so well?"

I really didn't mind changing around others, even if there were wandering eyes of a girl that I'd ache for to be mine. With the narcissism and arrogance aside, I wasn't ashamed of my body, I'd go through approximately two hours of physical training daily back at Marcus' and sometimes
I'll even add in a few more hours of practice on the weekends. I have to be prepared for combat and defense at all times, failure is not an option.

"Are you alright?" I asked; I was still worried about her. Especially after what happened with Marcus... "Did Marcus hurt you while I was out?"

She chuckled and I couldn't hold back a smile at the sound of it. It was literally addictive to me, her laugh, her smile, everything about her, everything that she does, I get addicted. She's like a drug that I can't get enough of and I constantly need to feel alive. "And you already said that you were the one knocked unconscious."

My smile grew into a ridiculous grin that I'd supposed she'd noticed.

"Guess you're right." I nodded my head lightly. "And it's good that you're alright," Because if you weren't, I don't think I'd ever be able to live with myself...

I wasn't aware that my hand was caressing her rosy cheek until her beautiful eyes bored into mine. "How do you do that...?" her voice was a whisper, as light as a feather or the breeze of the wind.

"Do what?" I inquired, vaguely baffled by her words.

"Touch me..." she trailed off. "You don't hesitate... you don't restrain yourself..."

I sucked in a deep breath and leaned in, cutting out an inch or two that caused as a blockage between our two faces. The tip of our noses brushed against each other from time to time. "That's not true," I murmured, closing my eyes as I searched my mind for the right words to answer her question. I then opened them and said, "I restrain myself from touching your lips..."

She kept silent, and I took this as an opportunity to proceed. "Do you know how badly I want to kiss you again, (Y/N)?" She gave her slight shook of her head in response. I then moved to the side of her face, "Every part of me, every cell in my body, aches for me to feel your lips again... I want to feel you in my arms, I want to hear you say my name with nothing but affection, and I want to feel your heart beating against my chest." I whispered to her as if they were secrets, and maybe they were... but it doesn't matter now.

(Y/N) turned her head, her face was faced with mine once again. And the urge... it took everything, not to place my lips on hers right then and there... the temptation was unbearable, and I almost thought that I would have gave in... but I didn't, because I couldn't. I couldn't have her.

I pulled myself away from her, and I noticed a look of exasperation written all over her perfect face. "But I can't," I finally choked out. "You already have enough dilemmas to deal with," I beckoned my head towards the direction of the two other guys that were outside the cave. "And I understand that you'll never feel that way about me."

I don't think she knew, knew that I was fighting with myself from saying every single word that I'd said to her just then. Part of me doesn't want to let her go, but the other part of me wants her to be happy... and I know she'll never feel that way if she was with me.

"I should go outside and help." I mumbled as I took the steps that led me out of the cave, abandoning my emotions, abandoning her, because I don't think I could go through another moment talking to her as though she wasn't in love with someone else.

"I'll talk to you later, (Y/N)."