Ch.1 How the Art Nerd Fell In Love

Summary: Hiccup is well known to be the weak nerd in the town of Berk, and the fact that he loves to draw doesn't help his reputation either. For playing a sport is everything here in this cold town. What happens when a new family comes to town, and that the young man who is the same age as Hiccup goes to his school? Will this new jock name 'Jack Frost' hate Hiccup like all the others, or will he give him something that no one has ever given him before?

Author: I do not own anything! Not these two wonderful movies, not the characters from the two movies. I just only write this Fanfic because I love this paring so much. If you don't like boyxboy, or anything homosexual related, don't read this then.

~HICCUPS POV~

Hi, for those of you who don't know me, my name is Hiccup. Well actually it's Hamish; Hamish Horrendous Haddock…the third. But most of the people in this small cold town name Berk; started calling me Hiccup when I was five because of the fact that I had the case of the hiccups for a whole week. So that nickname has been stuck to me ever since, even my dad started calling me Hiccup not too long later…wonderful.

I was also kind of known to be useless in my town, no one really cared for me or wanted to be my friend. The only friend I did have was my huge black dog named Toothless (because when he was a puppy he had no teeth), and the only thing that I was good at was art. But no one seemed to really care about my artistic talent. For what the people here really care about having is brute strength. Not just for physical work to built houses (and other architectural things), but for some sports entertainment as well. Like wrestling, football, basketball, baseball, ect.

That's really all the people in this town really care about; action. They don't care about beauty or gentle and innocent things like flower. No, they care about hard core fights and showing off of how strong they are. We even have competitions stating who the toughest Viking is around Berk. Oh another thing I should mention, we kind of mention to ourselves as Vikings. Even though we aren't really Vikings, the people who used to live here hundreds of years ago were actual Vikings. Some of the people here even claim that they are of Viking descendents, hence me being named after my great, great, great, great…you get my drift, who was actually a Viking himself.

So that's kind of why most of the people here are really big (and become drunk every Friday afternoon); is because we want to keep our old family Viking tradition. We even still call our winter holiday the stupid name "Snoggletog"…even though most other places really call it "Christmas". We also have some crazy and stubbornness issues in almost everyone here. To be honest, I think that I'm probably the sanest and the most quietest one here. And it's because of that that I tend to get weird looks from the people of Berk, especially my dad.

There's really no issue between my dad and me; I let him do his governing business (oh yeah, did I forget to mention that my dad is the governor of Berk?), while he let's me do my school/art work. It's just that whenever he and I see each other, there's always these awkward moments with my dad trying to do the 'father and son talk'. You know, him trying to have us bond and everything. Though the problem is that I like to draw and write, he likes to watch football and arm wrestle every Friday night. I am very weak and skinny; he's big and can break things very easily.

So the relationship between him and me is…basically awkward. I mean I can tell that my dad is trying, that ever since mom died when I was six; he did everything he can to take care of me. I can also tell he does care about me; it's just that I wish he doesn't see me as a…disappointment. I mean there was this one time when I made a nice drawing of a cool black covered dragon for him when I was a kid, he said "It looks nice" but when he looked at me and gave me somewhat of a disappointed scowl, like someone skimmed off the meat in his sandwich. I kind of felt really sad that day, and never showed him any of my drawings again.

Instead I kept my hobbies to myself, never really telling anyone about my love for art and beauty; that I know people would tell me that that shows of how weak I am. So I keep everything about me to myself. Knowing the fact that no one will ever love, or care for me. Not wanting to call me a friend because of how pathetic I am. It's alright though; I don't really want to be friends with anyone in particular. After all, I have my dog Toothless, and my sketchbook that I can draw all kinds of things in and adventurous books that I can read. So I don't think I'm that lonely, but there are times when I do wish that I would meet someone who would understand me. Someone who wants to be my friend, someone who will not judge me and except me for who I am. All of that would be enough to make me feel…important in this island of Berk.

One day though, in my junior year, something happened at my high school; Berk High. We had a new student from Russia (surprisingly); he was wearing a deep blue pullover hoodie, brown jeans that's a little bit tight on him, and a light blue colored boots with a couple of beautiful white snowflakes imprinted on each sides of the boots. Another interesting thing about him is that he has white hair, and the most beautiful blue eyes you've ever seen. He also has very pale skin, making him look even more like a snow spirit or something like that. He wasn't just handsome, he was beautiful. And the girls know that.

On the new kids first day, many girls have asked him millions of questions asking things about him. "What's your name?" "What's your favorite color?" "What sport do you like?" "Do you have a girlfriend?" "Will you marry me?" ect, ect. I didn't know weather if I should feel jealous or feel bad for him. But there were three of the answers of his from the million questions that his new fans have asked that caught my attention, "Jack Frost" "Baseball" and "No, I am single". I didn't know why I only grasped these three answers, but I know one thing is for certain; he'll fit in perfectly here in Berk since he likes at least one sport that we have in this isolated town. Just you liking at least one sport here is enough for you to be accepted and welcomed in this town, and not become an outcast like myself.

Soon enough Jack joined the baseball team in my high school, and became probably the best pitcher the team's ever had. His popularity sky rocketed, and everyone either admired him or wished to be him. He is known to be very cool, and all of the girls here in Berk High want to date him so badly. There are even rumors that Astrid, the most well known girl in school, also wants to date Jack.

She's the same grade/age as me, and every guy wants to be with her. Except for me though, don't give me wrong, she's actually the nicest person I've met so far. It's just that I'm not that interested in her, there are moments when she seems a little…rough at times. Almost like she can be very demanding at; making me very glade that we aren't really friends, but more like acquaintances towards one another.

In fact now that I think about it; I've never really had a crush on anybody before in my life…until Jack Frost came to town. I don't know there was something about him that I wish to know. Like every time I see him in the hallways I gasp a bit and try to hide my blush, or that whenever I see him talk to someone I wish that I was that person he was talking to, or the fact that the baseball team is actually right next to where my art class is and that whenever I see him do baseball practice I instantly draw him practicing. I didn't know what was wrong with me, I sound like a love sick high school girl. And that's when it hit me; I have a crush on Jack Frost, the best baseball pitcher in sports history of Berk.

After I've realized that, I was sad, and felt ashamed in a way. Not only was Jack a famous jock (so there was no way for him to want to hang out with me), but he was a guy too…A GUY! Do you know what would happen if my dad finds out about this? "So not only is my son weak, skinny, and likes pretty things, but he is also gay? Well isn't this swell?"…yeah I doubt my dad would be very happy to know that. So of course I did what I always do, stay quite.

Since I knew that no one would really understand me, I kept quiet about my crush for Jack. I never even tell Toothless about it (even though he's just a dog and wouldn't tell anyone about it because no one would understand him anyways). I can't help but feel like if I say anything about Jack my world would explode and I would die with it. I also try not to get near or look at Jack as much as possible (though it is hard because we have most of the same classes together except for 5th which is my art class and his baseball practice), hoping that my crush for him would die down…but it didn't. If anything it grew stronger, all because of that one day that I have to take math tutoring because my math wasn't very good. So guess who is the one to tutor me? That's right; you've guessed it, Jack freaking Frost. Of all people to tutor me, it had to be him.

Seriously, I wouldn't mind if Astrid or even my rude cousin Snotlout (even though he's not doing so well in math too) would be the ones to tutor me. But nope, it had to be the one that I've been trying to stay away from. I mean to be honest this is kind of a dream come true, I finally get to talk to the person that I've been interested in since he first came to Berk. Though it's also kind of a nightmare because I was afraid that he'll just end up being like everyone else; someone who is going to hate me for the rest of his life…again, wonderful.

So here I am sitting on a desk across from Jack who is teaching me some formulas in his Alg II text book. Of course while he explains how matrices work, I couldn't help but stare at his moving pale lips and focused blue eyes. Making me wish that I have my sketch book so I could draw his beautiful features, but I knew that he would've been disgusted of me for wanting to draw him. So I was glade that I didn't have my sketchbook with me. Soon he noticed me staring at him and not paying attention the math work that he has been explaining for five minutes.

"Are you listening?" He asked a little bit annoyed, but amused at the same time. I then blushed at his question and tried to hide it by looking at his textbook.

"Sorry, I got distracted. Can you please repeat it again?" After saying this I didn't really see his reaction to my answer, it was most likely an annoyed look making me curse myself for being annoying to him.

But he didn't sound as annoyed as I'd thought he would be when he was explaining the math work again. I then listened this time (not wanting to be a bother to him), and while he was explaining I then finally started to get the math problem. He was very good at explaining these math problems to me, problems that have been very much so a pain in the ass for me to learn in the past. It's now starting to make sense now, all because of Jack. I then became amazed by Jack, and I started to realize why I like him so much. He was truly an amazing person.

About an hour past and it's time for us to go back home. We packed away our math text books and worksheets, and we started walking outside the school together. Since it was after school and everyone was gone, it was just us and some other school employees to make sure that every student has gone home before leaving themselves. We both waited at the front of the school waiting for one of our guardians to pick us up. I then looked at jack with a small dorky smile on my face.

"Thanks for helping me with my math, I needed it" I said, he then looked at me and gave me the most cheerful and beautiful smile I've ever seen.

"No problem, it was my pleasure. After Mrs. Jenkins asked me to tutor you after school to help you, I couldn't help but say "yes"." I then looked at him wide eyed, a little shocked that he actually knew that he was going to tutor me after school today. At first I thought that he didn't even know who he was to teach, but he knew, he knew it was me. I then asked him,

"Why did you agree to tutor me?" He then looked at me and smiled a bit when he gave me his reply.

"Cause believe it or not Hiccup; I want to help you. I knew you've been struggling with your math lately, and I never saw you with anyone to help you with the math. So I thought that maybe if I helped you then you would be able to graduate and we would be having the same classes together again next year, including math." I looked at him stunned that not only does he know my name, but he also wants to help me pass math class…so we could have the same classes together again next year?

I've then realized that that has got to be the nicest thing that anyone has ever said to me. Sure it was just him being nice and all, but no one has ever said anything like that to me. Not even Astrid. It's always usually something mean and rude, but his words were very kind and sincere. I almost wanted to cry right there and then, but instead I tried to hold my tears in. The last thing I want is to cry like a girl in front of the person I like. Though it seems that Jack has realized the tears forming in my eyes, 'cause he looked at me with such worry in his eyes.

"Hey, what's wrong? You look like your gonna cry any minute now." He said trying to comfort me by squeezing his hand my shoulder a little bit. I then looked at him and to not cry the best I can.

"I-I'm just touched, cause no one…no one has ever said something like that to me before. I've never had anyone care enough about me to actually stay behind and tutor me, or someone saying that they want to be in the same classes with me again next year. It's always someone saying that I'm useless and that I shouldn't even be in this town. That because I'm not in a sport team, so I don't fit in here…that I don't fit in anywhere. I don't even have any friends, just my black dog Toothless who likes to play in the know whenever we go outside" Jack seemed to chuckle a bit at that last sentence but still remained serious while listening to my rambles. I then tell him of how much of a disappointment that everyone sees in me, including my father. And I also said that there were times when I wished that I was like everyone else, that I was good at a sport, that I was big and strong, and can have all the friends I want. But sadly, I wasn't any of that. Just "Hiccup the Useless".

After saying all the most pathetic things that was my life, I looked up at Jack expecting a look of annoyance and a look that says "stop being such a baby", but I didn't get that. Instead what I saw surprised me, he looked very sad and almost like he wanted to cry himself. He then did something I never thought that anyone would do to me, he embraced me. Both his long thin yet strong arms holding me close to him while trying not to squeeze me too much like I was very fragile. The hug also felt very warm, and…nice. It was something I've never experienced before. I then did the unthinkable, I hugged him back. While I did, a few of the tears that I was holding back started to leave my green like eyes and streamed across my cheeks. This wonderful embrace made me feel better instantly and I smiled a little bit to myself.

We stayed like that for what seemed like hours but what really was a couple of minutes. We slowly backed away from one another, ending the warmth of our sudden embrace. I then felt really embarrassed and removed my glasses to wipe the tears off my eyes. I was able wipe the tears away from my right side while Jack wiped away the right side. I then turned around and he was staring at me, our eyes meeting, and he started to smile again.

"You know, I've never seen you without your glasses before. Your eyes look much nicer than I thought." He said, making me blush a bit more from his complement. Another thing that no one has ever given me before.

"Th-thank you, no one has ever really complemented to me like that before." After I said that, he then gave the look that said "really?" I chuckled a little bit from that and put my glasses back on.

"Is there anything else that no one has ever given you before?" He asked me, I then thought carefully then gave him a cheeky smile.

"Well, I haven't really been hugged by anyone since I was six. And that was around the time when my mother… was still alive." I've then realized that I was telling him a bit too much about me. I looked at him and he gave me a surprised look. He soon looked a little saddened himself.

"I'm sorry that that happened to you, my parents died in a car crash when I was a kid. I was soon adopted by my uncle North, who is my dads brother. He then took me to Russia because my dads' side of the family are Russian. So I kind of understand where your going at." I then felt even more surprised that he actually told something like that to me, it made me feel really…special. Like I became something important to Jack, and it made me feel very happy. I felt even happier knowing the fact that I finally know someone whom I can relate myself to. It felt great, and I hope that he and I will become at least friends towards one another.

Me and Jack then looked at each other and smiled, knowing that we're not so different after all. We then talked to each other about some other things like what our favorite colors and food are and what not for a couple of minutes until Gobber (my dads best friend) pulled up at the front, telling me to get in. I then looked at Jack and saw what looked like…disappointment on his face? 'naw, that can't be right. There's no one he's disappointed of me leaving school for the day…is he?' I ignored that thought and said my goodbyes to him. He then said goodbye back. I then went in the car and Jack approached the car so he would say something to me before I go. I opened my window and he gave me the most genuine and lovable smile I've ever seen.

"Remember Hiccup; you're not alone. You'll always have someone with you, you'll always…" he paused for a second thinking the right words to say next "you'll always have me." He finished, and I smiled back at him.

"Thank you Jack" I replied. He then backed away from the car and Gobber droved away while Jack and I didn't staring at one another till I was far enough that we couldn't see the other. It then turned to be the best day of my life, not only was Jack kind to me but he also comforted me and telling me that I'm not alone like he really cared about me. I was very happy. I didn't care if someone else becomes rude to me, or calls me useless. All I care about is remembering those kind words from the one person I love, Jack. And I thank Thor for bringing someone as amazing as Jack to live in my miserable Viking like town.

I became happy throughout the day, not caring about my father giving me weird looks that say "why are you so happy like a love sick high school girl?" Of course he didn't say anything about it; then again I wouldn't care if he did to be honest. Though I still would like him to not know that I like a boy at my school; so I'm kind of glad that he didn't. After dinner I then got ready for bed, you know showering and brushing your teeth and what not. I was also glad that I didn't have to do homework that night 'cause most of the homework I do I do them at school so I wouldn't have the hassle of doing them at home.

I laid on my bed looking up the ceiling while wearing my fuzzy green and brown PJs. I sighed and couldn't help but feel like I'm in total bliss, just thinking about what Jack said to me today made me feel…giddy I believe is the right word. 'Oh Thor, I sound more and more like a teenage girl every second' but soon that thought left, for I didn't care if I act like a girl. I still feel very happy and wanted in my life for the very first time since my mother left this world.

I looked out at window and noticed that it was snowing, while seeing that I then thought of Jack like a snowflake. Cold and beautiful, yet happy and carefree while it lands on the soft ground with its other brothers and sister. To be honest; I don't really like winter that much because of how cold it gets here. But after getting to know Jack a little bit today; I then started to like winter for the first in my life. Not thinking it as a cursed cold weather, but a beautiful gift coming from the winter spirit Jokul Frosti. Which I then laugh a little bit thinking of how similar Jacks name and the name of the winter spirit from Viking folk lore really are. I actually then started giggling at that realization a little bit.

I kept looking at each snow falling from the sky, feeling a bit excited to see jack again soon. Even if it has to be after school for tutoring again, I don't blame him if he doesn't want to be seen being with me at school and everything. As sad as it seems, I'll actually be happy enough to just see him for an hour or two. Even if it's when everyone is gone, and that no one will be there to see us talking.

"I hope to see you soon…my kind Jack Frost." I said to no one but myself, and went back to bed and closed my eyes. Letting the sand man to give me a wonderful dream, a dream of me with my dearest prince of winter, and that is how I, the art nerd, feel in love with Jack Frost.

End of Chapter 1

Author: Wow, this took longer than I expected, well this is my Christmas gift from me to you guys. Starting with writing this new fanfic, now there's going to be a Jack Frost POV in the next one (which will be updated tomorrow a.k.a. Christmas), then the story will escalate after the second chapter. Now I hope you guys like the first chapter please review and give me your opinions. Thank you, and have a wonderful Christmas Eve! ^_^