A/N:
Hello! This is my first attempt at fanfiction or creative writing in general. If you enjoy, please leave a review! Tell me what I can work on, what I can do differently and stuff. Always looking to get better. Without further ado, here we go! DISCLAIMER: I didn't create these characters (sadly) simply borrowing them and their wonderful personalities from the creative people at DreamWorks animation.
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Chapter One
Hiccup sat at the edge of the campfire, backside resting on an old, wind-worn log, feet digging into the gravel. Well, foot actually, he could see his prosthetic disrupting the rocks, but felt nothing, just the pressure on the good part of his left leg. He stared into the embers, and likened his current emotional state to that of those glowing coals. Those dying embers, remnants of a powerful force, once burned magnificent and full of gusto, now lie dead. The slight orange hue emanating from the rocks were all that remained. The white-black ashes scattered amongst the debris, a reminder that fuel is finite, even emotional fuel. His emerald green eyes sparkled with un-shed tears, and he sighed longingly, feeling much older than his twenty years would imply.
He broke his stare from the dying fire pit and turned his eyes upward. It was early. Before five in the morning if he had to guess. Flecks of gray were seeping into the world, beginning to chase away the darkness of night. Very little sound reached his ears, no animals has risen from their slumber yet. Only his steady breathing and the scrape of gravel broke the deafening silence. A silence almost suffocating in its absoluteness.
A a sharp noise behind him broke his concentration, the stinging of a zipper and whipping of a tent flap against the chilly October air. Jack was up, Hiccup's absence must've woken him subconsciously, for he was never up at this ungodly hour. Jack climbed out of the small, two person tent and stretched his sleep-fatigued muscles. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes and smacking his chapped lips only furthered his alertness as he quickly located his rest deprived best friend.
"Hiccup..?" He spoke with uncertainty, as he took two tentative steps toward the figure hunched upon the log.
"Go back to sleep, Jack. I'll wake you up in a couple more hours." He responded tiredly.
"Hiccup what's wrong?" He answered quickly. They had been friends for years, and Jack prided himself on his ability to at least identify when something was amiss. He took another two steps toward his obviously hurting companion, blue eyes shining with concern.
Hiccup sighed, his shoulders bouncing, and responded. "Nothing, Frosty," his affectionate nickname for his white-haired friend. "I just couldn't sleep."
The other tents sprinkled around the edge of the campsite remained still. Their friends hadn't woken yet. The semi-private setting only spurned Jack's questioning onward. He ached to find out what troubled the auburn haired boy.
"Don't lie to me, I know when something's up. You can't get anything past me, peg leg, I've known you for too long." Jack responded with a sly smile, the corner of his mouth turning upwards.
Hiccup chuckled tiredly. Jack was right, he saw right through him. He always did. They'd met in high school, years ago. When Hiccup was just a nerdy kid who loved dragons and Jack was the prankster obsessed with winter, and all things related to it. On the outside looking in one would never have expected them to become friends, let alone such good ones. But here they were, five years later and still going strong. They did everything together, the annual camping trip with all their friends was no exception. For a time, people even suspected they were dating. Though that bothered Hiccup more so than Jack, for reasons unknown to him.
"I just don't feel like talking about It right now, Jack."
"Okay. Fine" Jack responded with a huff, and plopped himself down right next to Hiccup on the log. If he wouldn't open up then Jack would just be miserable with him.
Jack followed Hiccup's gaze and stared into the fire pit that his shaggy-haired friend seemed fascinated with.
Jack smiled. "Do you remember that time in chemistry, junior year, when I switched the hydrochloric acid on Ms. Loggin's desk with sodium chloride? She tried to mix them and BOOM! Hah! She was covered in ash for the rest of the day. We couldn't stop laughing!" Jack recited his anecdote in an attempt to brighten his friend's sour mood.
Hiccup smiled lightly but it didn't reach his eyes.
"You were always such a class clown, Frosty." Hiccup sighed while not meeting the worried gaze of his friend.
Jack licked his lips pensively, at least he got some kind of response, though it didn't satisfy him.
The snow-haired boy turned his face to the sky just as a few, wet, droplets landed on him. He twitched his eyebrows in annoyance, rain. Rain was the less popular cousin of snow in his mind. It brought nothing but dampness and sorrow.
"Hic, we should go back to the tent. It's starting to rain. C'mon, Let's get some more rest." Jack spoke with uncertainty.
Hiccup thought for a moment, then kicked some dirt on the remains of the fire and stood. "Alright. Yeah, you're right. It feels like days since my last good night's sleep." Hiccup answered tiredly.
Both boys made their way toward their cramped, and now damp, tent. Jack and Hiccup climbed in and started to get comfortable. Jack, removing his hoodie and jeans, climbed into his sleeping bag and settled in. He watched Hiccup do the same.
They lied in silence for a short while, both deep in thought. Jack was the first to break through to layer of quiet.
"Why don't we just stay here today? Relax, rest up." Jack spoke quietly. Their friends had more activities planned today, but Jack could tell his troubled friend wasn't up for it.
"We can eat junk food and tell stories and just hang out, you and me." Jack continued after a brief pause.
Hiccup didn't respond. But didn't seem opposed to the idea. He sighed and nodded slightly, closing his eyes. Jack rolled off of his side and onto his back, nestling into the cozy warmth of his cocoon of a sleeping bag. Both of them drifted off to sleep. Jack thoughts were of his freckled friend next to him, and whether he'd tell him what's bothering him so much. Hiccup only thought of her, as he had been for the past few weeks since the break up. A silent tear escaped and made way down his cheek, just as he slipped into sleep.
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Camping. HiJack/Frostcup
FanfictionMy first attempt at writing anything not related to school or work. Hiccup and Jack go on their annual camping trip with their friends. Feelings are shared. Hearts are broken. And a new romance is discovered. Modern AU. Hijack one shot. It's pretty...