Hiccup squinted at his best friend, trying to see what the pale boy had behind his back.

In all the tears he had known him Jack was always so sure of himself, strutting around like an immortal being.

So why was he stammering, cheeks flushed to a deep shade of red that Hiccup thought should really be illegal, and hiding something behind his back. His blue eyes were wide as he stared at Hiccup, looking for all the world like a little boy caught stealing cookies.

"What do you got there, Jack?" Hiccup asked, standing on his tippy-toes to see over the slightly taller boy's shoulder.

He was rewarded with a shrug of blue hoodie clad shoulders and a shake of a snow-white head.

"See, I can't tell you that, Hic. It's ruin the surprise."

Jack's smile had turned into a self-assured little smirk that made Hiccup want to both smack him and throw him down and take him then and there.

He halted that train of thought, wondering just when his wanting to sleep with his best friend became a common place thought.

"Though," Jack continued, his new plan already half-formed. "You're into nature so maybe you could tell me if this is what I think it is. "

He pulled his hand from behind his back, holding out a little green sprig covered in tiny blue berries.

Hiccup's eyes shot open. "Why do you have Mistletoe, Jack?"

Grinning, Jack held the little plant up over their heads. "So I can do this," he said, lips pressing against Hiccup's.

Hiccup squeaked, shocked, but wound his arms around Jack's neck pulling him closer.