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Hiccup was sitting silently at a table in back of one of the nearly empty art rooms, calmly sketching out a dragon, or more specifically, a night fury. A small smile stretched across her face and she giggled softly as a mental image of her cat, Toothless, appeared in her head.
She was enveloped into her own little world as the room slowly became full of her peers. She didn't bother to look up when the bell rang, nor when the teacher appeared at the front of the class to direct the students on what they'd need to get to continue working on their projects, as Hiccup had already completed hers. She worked diligently on her drawing, adding rough details to the outline of the dragon's body.
She jumped sharply in her seat when a loud 'thump' sounded from the seat to her left. She looked over and was face to face with the back of a blue hoodie. She could hear shuffling and zipping sounds come from behind the figure. When the figure in the hoodie sat up, Hiccup realized it was Jack Frost, the most popular boy in school. He was a sight to behold.
He was attractive, he had an infectious personality, he was funny, and he dominated any snow and ice related sports. He was Berk High's personal practical jokester and pretty boy. Hiccup, on the other hand, was the resident nerd. She was scrawny, weak, of average appearance and she couldn't hold a conversation without saying the sassiest and snarkiest things imaginable. Quite off putting in many people's opinion. This proved a painful problem for Hiccup because she, like most of the female populous, was crushing on Jack rather hard. When he turned his head to look at her, Hiccup blushed because she realized she had been staring.
"S'up?" he asked her in a friendly manner, giving her a little wave. She, in response to being addressed by the gorgeous boy next to her, just mumbled incoherently before turning back to her drawing. She heard Jack shuffling about the room as he gathered the necessary supplies. When he sat down again with the necessary supplies, he turned and addressed her once more.
"Hey, aren't you going to work on the project?" he asked in a questioning tone. Hiccup sighed softly before turning to face him once again.
"I've already finished my project," she told him softly in her slightly nasal tone. "I've been given permission to work on other things," she finished, feeling a bit awkward.
"Oh, okay then," he said dumbly before turning to his project and Hiccup turned to her sketch once more. After a few moments, Hiccup repositioned her book from her lap to the table top so that she could more carefully add some of the finer details. Suddenly, her sketch pad was ripped from her grasp.
"Wha- hey!" Hiccup shouted as she whipped around. "Jack! Give me that!" Jack was joyfully flipping through the pages of her sketchbook, giving each drawing his rapt attention. She stood up to try to retrieve her precious sketch pad, but unfortunately, Jack was taller than her and possessed longer limbs. She even tried leaning on him in hopes of being able to stretch a farther distance, but still no luck.
"C'mon Hiccy!" Jack said and Hiccup could feel the vibrations of his speech and laughter against her chest and torso. "I just want to look!"
"Well I don't want you to look!" she growled with irritation, still not having moved from her spot leaning against his shoulder. "It's private!" she grumbled, her twig like arms still stretched out around Jack in futile attempts of retrieving her stolen sketch pad.
"Well then why are you working on it at school, Hiccy?" he asked her with a smug smirk. Hiccup blushed angrily at the nickname.
"Usually, I don't have to worry about annoying teenagers stealing my work!" Hiccup retorted, trying to lean over once again and snatch back her sketchpad. "Now give it back!"
"When I'm done!" Jack insisted. Hiccup gave an annoyed huff and stood up again, crossing her arms across her chest. As Jack went back to skimming through the drawings, Hiccup began looking for an opportunity to steal back her book.
"These are really great Hiccup," Jack praised her after a few page turns. He was currently looking at the incompleted Night Fury she had been working on earlier. When Jack became absorbed in her drawings, Hiccup darted out her hand and grabbed her sketchbook. Jack looked over at her quickly before giving her an over exaggerated pout. Hiccup had to suppress the urge to 'awww' at the sight of his big blue puppy eyes and his thin pouty lips.
"Hiccy!" Jack whined, staring at her with an adorable pout. "I wasn't done looking through it yet!" Hiccup just gave him a deadpan look.
"Aww, you pouting big baby boo?" Hiccup asked him with an adorable pout of her own. "And don't call me Hiccy." She sat down heavily in her seat with a huff. She went back to sketching, but she didn't let herself become to absorbed in it, lest Jack try to steal it again. After a few moments of lazy movements, Hiccup felt a presence loom over her. She gave a silent sigh as she tried to ignore Jack's presence. She patiently waited for Jack to leave, but she could feel him slowly move closer to her. After a few seconds, he was practically hovering over her shoulder, and his frosty breath would blow some of her shaggy auburn hair into her face. She sighed silently before glancing over her shoulder at Jack. To her surprise, Jack was not staring at the sketchbook, but at her. She leaned away from him, feeling uncomfortable with the intrusion of her personal space.
"So, you like dragons, huh?" Jack asked her lamely. It would have been painfully awkward if Hiccup wasn't so enthusiastic about the topic. Her whole person brightened up. A bright but crooked smile appeared on her freckled face, her eyes widened and sparkled and she also sat up straighter. Leaned closer to Jack in her excitement, forcing him to lean back. Her smile seemed infectious, because soon, Jack was showing off a wide smile of his own.
"I love dragons!" she almost shouted. "They played a huge part in Norse mythology, and an even bigger part of my culture," she rambled, moving her hands around erratically.
"It is said that many centuries ago, Vikings would capture the dragons and harness their power to use against hostile tribes." Her entire aura seemed to be glowing with excitement. "Some of the more audacious Vikings were said to have conquered and ridden the dragons, which I find really fascinating. Although I believe that 'tamed' would be a better word. I would have loved to be able to tame and ride a dragon." She sighed wistfully. "It sounds absolutely wicked! To be able to soar through the skies at impossible speeds. Performing daring stunts while gracefully gliding through the air." She gave an overexcited squeal while she was nearly vibrating with happiness.
"That sounds really cool, Hic," Jack said, chuckling at her cute display of excitement.
"Cool? They aren't cool, they're badass!" Hiccup told him indignantly. "I would love to ride a dragon! Think of all that I could accomplish if they still existed!"
"I'd be kinda terrified of what you'd do with that kind of power Hiccup," Jack said teasingly.
"Oh I wouldn't do much," Hiccup drawled sounding bored, "just simple stuff. Like free transportation and world domination!" She finished with a happy and innocent smile.
"Yeah, if you had a giant fire breathing lizard, we'd be screwed," Jack said, laughing.
"Wouldn't it be great though?" Hiccup asked wistfully. "To be able to train and ride dragons?" In her day dreamy state, Hiccup missed the devilish smirk that spread across Jack's face. He quickly reverted back to a more neutral face before leaning in closer to Hiccup so that his breath tickled her ear.
"I'd let you train my 'dragon' any day," Jack whispered huskily into her ear. "And if you're good, I'll let you ride it too." He pulled away, a seductive smirk firmly fixed on his pale face. Hiccup sat there blushing, to shocked to do much. While she was in her shocked state, Jack reached over, grabbed her sketch book, and ran out of the room as the bell rang, completely ignoring the other supplies he would have to put away. Hiccup sputtered momentarily before grabbing her own things and dashing out of the art room after Jack.
"Jack! Get your frozen butt back here right now and give me back my sketchbook!" Hiccup roared, to which Jack responded with howling laughter as Hiccup chased him down the halls.