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Chapter Six (Hiccup's POV)
I don't know how to feel about having an invisible dead boyfriend. But honestly, I don't care. I love him, he loves me, and he's right next to me. All good.
We walk back to my house and jump through the window into my room. "You hungry? Do you eat?" I asked him. He shook his head. "But I'll go get you something; I want to potentially scare someone with flying food." I laughed. "Ok," I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek (thank the gods he was solidly there), "Thanks." He nodded and jumped down the hallway.
Within a few minutes, Jack came back with a plate of grapes. "Scare anyone?" I asked as he handed me the plate. "Nope, no one home." He sat on the bed next to me. "Later," I promised. He smiled. "Hiccup..." he began. "Yeah?" "I'm- I'm sorry for dying," he said. I laughed and hugged him. "Well, you're here, so apology accepted and forgiven." He brightened up, and then quickly put the plate up before falling into the bed and pulling me with him.
Gods, I missed him. We lay there on the bed and furs together, holding hands. Despite being "Jack Frost," as he called himself, he was still warm and soft, so I snuggled into his chest, his arms wrapped around me. And in that moment, everything was perfect.
I fell asleep eventually, still curled up. I guess I am selfish for thinking this, but now that everyone, including his family, think Jack is dead, he doesn't have to leave me in the middle of the night to go back to his house so his parents don't freak out. Selfish, but I don't care. I'm happy.
(Jack's POV)
I feel terrible. Don't get me wrong, I am over the moon that Hiccup can see me and that he can feel me, but I'm guilty. I hurt him, I left him. I'm never doing that again.
He fell asleep with his head still in my chest. He looks so young in his sleep, even younger than he usually does. I start to count the freckles on his nose and cheeks, but there are too many even in that small area. I don't know if I need to sleep, but I lay my head down on Hiccup's pillow and close my eyes.
I wake up to the sunlight hitting Hiccup and me. He's not awake yet, so I don't dare move. I guess I did fall asleep. I had not been able to the past couple days because...well, you know. Hiccup's birthday is rapidly approaching, he'll be 16. He's told me countlessly that he doesn't want it to be a huge deal, but I have a day out planned. Hopefully it isn't too cold, but spring is coming.
Hiccup wakes up and pokes me in the cheek. "Hey," he croaks in his morning voice. I poke him in the cheek back, and whisper, "Hey." "How long have you been awake?" he asks, refusing to move. "Not very long," I reply, trying to sit up to stretch. "No, you're not allowed to get up," he says, pulling on my shirt. "Fine," I give in, flopping back down.
"It's your birthday next week," I inform him. "Really?" he remarks. "Don't get sassy, sir," I tease. "I am sassy. It's the morning, and it's....you." "Thanks, and you're you." I am answered by another poke, to the chest. "Your dad is going to be in here soon." "So?" "Alright."
Sure enough, a few seconds later, Hiccup's dad came in, to see his son lying in bed alone. I was invisible. As soon as he left, Hiccup jumped out of bed and started changing. "Whoa, whoa, where're you going? Seconds ago you weren't letting me stretch," I asked. He replied, muffled by the shirt he was pulling on, "Out." I got up and helped him pull his shirt on. "Okay, let's go out."
(Sorry it was short.)
