Soooo, this is a warm-up cuz I haven't written anything in months due to school being a pain in the ass, but it's better than what I had for second option. Way better. It's practically a drabble, It's so short.

Hiccup is us. Jack is the man we wish we had.

The door slowly opened, a creak following the movement in arc and a worn out looking teenager walking through, kicking the door closed once inside. He walked slowly, dragging his feet along the carpeted floor, getting rid of a bit of anything on his way to the couch; his bag, his jacket, his shoes, everything making a trail from the door to the furniture where he just flopped over, somehow managing to take off his glasses before his freckled face hit the cushion, a wavy groan leaving his mouth.

A white head of hair poked through the kitchen door, a gigantic grin on the pale face of the other teen living in the small department. He silently walked out, his bare feet not making a sound in the transition from linoleum to carpet. He took off the apron he was wearing on his way out, staying only in his pajama pants. It was times like this he was glad he didn't want to go to college yet, finals were something he definitely didn't want to deal with yet.

Reaching the back of the couch, he crossed his arms and rested them over it, grin softening to a crooked smile. "Heeeey, welcome back"

The brunet mumbled something that got muffled by the couch, sighed, and slowly rolled over to lay on his side to repeat himself. "Hi Jack" a second later the biggest yawn in recorded human history left his mouth and his body curled into a ball, a cushion coming to cover his face from the external world.

Jack chuckled and reached out to ruffle his hair softly. "C'mon Hic, if you're gonna take a nap move to the bed, you're gonna wake up all cramped in there" He poked his cheek for good measure, getting a swat as response and a new groan.

Hiccup's last exam had been today, he'd been awake for two full days studying, fueling in nothing more than coffee so black it was a surprise he wasn't jittery anymore. Now that he was free, the first thing he needed was a well deserved week of sleep, and Jack wasn't going to let his wittle boyfriend doze off in a small couch.

"If you manage to get to the bed I'll make you waffles, how's that?" Jack thought he'd caught his interest there, his head moving the smallest bit from under the pillow, but apparently it wasn't worth enough for Hiccup, and he just curled further into himself. "Hamish Haddock you move your ass out of this couch right now or so help me I'll carry you"

Hiccup blatantly flipped him off.

Oh, so that's how it's gonna be.

"Alright then, as you wish" He then turned around and back into the kitchen. Hiccup peered over the edge of the pillow, sitting a bit to watch over the back of the couch if Jack ha actually given up that easily, and was about to flop back down when a pair of bare arms wormed their way around his shoulders and under his knees and he was suddenly airborne.

"Jack! Put me down right now you bastard!" The brunet yelped, his arms flailing around as he tried to hold onto something to fight the vertigo the sudden movement caused him. His only options were either Jack's neck or his naked chest. Goddammit.

The albino laughed and jumped a bit, making Hiccup yelp and finally grip his neck for dear life. Not bothering to do something about the mess Mr. Freckles had made, Jack marched towards they shared bedroom as if carrying the Queen of England herself, managing to open the bed with his knee and making enough space to drop a still screeching Hiccup on it, yanking his dirty sweater off of him and throwing it away before doing the same with his jeans, leaving him in an old tee, boxers and socks before grabbing the sheets and tucking him as tight as humanly possible, throwing an extra blanket on top just in case and drawing the curtains to darken the room..

Hiccup huffed and pouted, feeling like the meat inside the tortilla but, he had to admit, damn comfortable. Jack nodded to himself once and walked out of the room, and just then, when he felt he was finally alone did Hiccup let his eyes drop closed. It wasn't like he wasn't thankful for his boyfriend to take so much care of him, he liked it very much, but he was just so tired and moody he just wanted to hibernate for 300 years or maybe more.

So when he felt the bed dip his eyes half opened and that's all he could do before he was engulfed by a tight hug. Hiccup blinked and slowly wrapped his own arms around Jack, tucking his head against his cold chest, the unnatural low temperature helping tone down his splitting headache.

Hiccup sighed again, more relaxed this time, and leaned up to kiss Jack the way he should've when he'd arrived in the first place, his mind somewhere else at the moment a.k.a. the nearest surface to faint on. "'m sorry, tired"

Jack shushed him and smooched his forehead. "Shhh, it's okay, you get some real sleep now, and when you wake up we're gonna fill that stomach of yours before it digests itself, 'key?"

"Mhm"

It wasn't long before the brunet said goodbye to the World of the Living and hello to Lalaland, shortly followed by Jack in his midday slumber.

That is, until a certain someone's stomach growled as if the whole population of lions in Africa had moved in.

"..."

"..."

"Yeah, ok, we're gonna need those waffles now"

"Sorry"

"Shush"