It was an Accident RotG/Httyd fanfic
Chapter 10 - Day Three

Authors note: this is the last chapter people thank you sooooo much or all the favourites follows reviews especially and even just reading THANK YOU^^ now this series is finished I'll be posting a few oneshots for a few days then a little something different for my sisters birthday before I get beck to the regular stories hope you enjoy this last chapter I probably could have kept it going for longer but I figured I'd been mean enough and I couldn't really think of anything else to put in so yeah that's it for now expect a cute little oneshot tommorow (I can do cute I'm not all evil^^) again thank you all! :-D BYE!

Hiccup sighed as he pulled on his leg. Toothless (poor, starved dragon that he is) had already gone downstairs for breakfast.

Day three. He thought to himself. Just like the past two days, it was one of the first things on his mind. How was Jack? Was he okay? He could only assume so as no one had been to tell him otherwise... but all the same, he wanted news. Was he still in danger? Was he stable? Had he been conscious at all? Had there been any lasting damage?

Just as always, the mental conversation met the same ending... he'd just have to wait.

He considered taking another tooth from Gobber's, but it'd only been two days. He was just being paranoid- they'd contact him soon enough. Jack was strong. He'd pull through. Maybe, if it reached five days he might contact them, just to make sure they hadn't forgotten him- and if he was lucky, maybe in a few weeks- maybe- he might be able to visit his friend. It was a long shot, but seeing Jack in any kind of state, other than the one he'd last seen him in, would be a relief.

He remembered the first day, when he'd returned from the falling apart valley. He'd been so worried, he'd spent the whole day ranting and pacing- terrified by the lack of news. His last sight of Jack haunting his sight. Eventually, his mom had made him see that the lack of news could only be a good thing, as it meant nothing bad must have happened... but he would have liked some confirmation- and still does now. Day two had been just delightful. Two days of work to catch up on- on top of the usual. He was still exhausted now, but with his mothers and Gobber's- even Astrid's- help, he was back on top of it. Thank Thor he wouldn't have to go through another day like that one.

He lifted himself off the bed (he'd waste enough time with all these pointless thoughts for now), and went downstairs. Toothless was annoying Cloudjumper. His mother had set his breakfast at the table, and was eating hers.

She was a very under practised cook, but it was only a fish sandwich (sounds weird, but its not that bad). They'd bought the bread from the local baker, and Cloudjumper had cooked the fish, so it was was cooked well. It'd do for the morning until Gobber cooked them something proper in the afternoon.

He sat down, and took a bite, suddenly transported to when he'd got back after that eventful day.

His mother had seen how worn out, physically and emotionally, he was and sat him down at this very table. He'd had a good long rant about the unfairness of the whole thing, and explained to her what had happened. By the end of it, she was stroking Cloudjumper's head for comfort. Distressed about what had become of her friend- he'd almost forgotten how close she was to Jack. But she stayed strong for him... and they'd got each other through it. The nightmares had been the hardest to speak about, but they were also why he'd needed her comfort the most. They'd torn open the, still healing, memories of Drago's invasion of the nest and Berk. It had not been an easy experience. He'll admit it took both her and Toothless to calm him down. He'd had a bit of a tantrum, if he was being completely honest- such as he hasn't had for at least ten years... The trouble was... it was Jack that had comforted him from the last one, so that had torn him up all over again.

Yeah, he'd been a bit of a mess. He'd had an extremely stressful day, to put it mildly. But they'd got through it, and the tough next day. Things could only get better- or so he hoped (he didnt want to tempt fate).

Valka looked out the window.
"It looks like the clouds are clearing." She told him. Normally, this would've been small talk, but the weather had been so wild the past two days (he'd never call a regular storm a blizzard again- a real blizzard was when it was nearly ripping a dragons wings off in midflight). It had been the main cause of the headaches he'd got all through the day two. There was so much needed to be done, just to keep the village going. So the fact that they seemed to be clearing up, was a huge relief. Not only that- perhaps the improved weather was a sign that Jack was beginning to recover. He really hoped so, but again he daren't tempt fate.

They soon finished breakfast, and he left the cabin not long after (no point delaying the inevitable). So he braced himself for the endless stream of requests he'd be faced with...

Strange...

Outside the cabin was completely quiet. Normally, he'd have a decent crowd gathered, demanding his help by now, but... nothing.

He caught sight of a rather short, portly Viking wandering down a nearby street.
"Hey, Mulch! You wanted some help putting up something, to keep wild animals out of the paddocks, right?" He remembered.
"Oh, no bother Hiccup. That young man's already done it for me." Hiccup stopped, confused. No young Viking, in their right mind, went helping out the others without orders to.
"What young man?" He asked.
"Just a boy. Said he wanted to help out a friend. How helping me out helped a friend of his, I have no idea. But, he seemed nice enough. Done a good job, too." Mulch told him. Okay, this was so weird.

Was Fishlegs trying to raise money for a new saddle, again? No, Mulch knew Fishlegs. Had some traveller arrived, seeking jobs for wages? Yeah, that had to be it. But what was with the helping out a friend part? Perhaps he had a sick friend that needed medicine?
"Didn't ask for pay, or nothing. Just asked if I was going to see you, Hiccup, and said "let me help instead"." Mulch continued. What? This was a world of Vikings! No one did anything if it wasn't for pay or pleasure... and, wait- how did he fit into it? How does doing the jobs he was supposed to do help anyone out- wait... he said he was doing it to help out a friend... was he that friend? Who did he know who would just do a load of chores, before he was even up, just so he could have a morning off (because that was the only reason for it). The question was: who?

"Strange that, eh? Wouldn't take his hat off, either. Still, I've got me some very safe animals now, so who'm I to complain."
"Yeah." Hiccup muttered, still wondering who it could've been. "Well, see ya Mulch." He called.
"Later Hiccup." The portly Viking shouted back, as he hobbled off...

What now? Hiccup thought. He normally just wrote down all he new requests, and forged through them as the day went on... now, he didn't have anything to do. He was up to date with everything...

He went back up to the house- maybe someone had turned up, who needed his help.

Someone had. But he couldn't believe it. He. Could. Not. Believe. It.

"Excuse me. I wonder if you can help. I believe you have something of mine." He grinned.

It was Jack. Two days after almost dying. Back at Berk. Acting as casual as if it had never happened. If he wasn't so shocked, he'd be relieved.

"Ho- wha? H- w- w..." He failed miserably at trying to construct a sentence. Jack laughed. It had been too long since he heard that sound. It sent a grin spreading across his face. Shock over, cue flood of relief... Right, an actual sentence, now, would be good.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, incredulously.
"Yeah, technically speaking, Bunny said I shouldn't leave the bed for at least a week, and Tooth said she wanted me in there for at month- but I got bored." He told him. Hiccup wasn't sure he'd heard him correctly. He'd got bored?!
"Jack. Two days?!" He pointed out.
"Hey, I'll be fine. I almost died a few days ago, so they won't kill me when I get back." He smirked. He knew full well that wasn't what he was implying.

Hiccup noticed there was a hidden band of thick bandage under his usual blue jumper. He probably just jumped out the infirmary bed, and came straight here. Of course he did. But the sight of it filled him with the need to apologise for it again. It was his fault for letting him in; for not standing up for him; for not getting his sword out sooner.
"I'm so sorry I let him-" He started.
"I'm sorry I almost froze you." Jack butted in. "It was an accident, Hic. Don't worry about it. Hiccup felt himself relax. Jack didn't blame him. Not in the slightest... and he was okay! He was better than okay- he was smirking, and irritating, and joking, and annoying, and just soo... well, so Jack.

He was looking at the Viking, smiling warmly.
"Thanks Hic." He told him.
"For what?" He asked. There was a slight pause. Hiccup could see him thinking "where to begin..." But in the end, he said.
"For being a friend." He answered, genuinely. Hiccup smiled back. Jack was back, and things were just as they'd always been... and yet... something had changed between them.

The experience of that day had brought them closer. Jack had been at death's door, yet still he'd fought for Hiccup... and Hiccup had been faced with his worst nightmares, but he still didn't abandon Jack. They'd saved each other. That kind of experience created an undefinable bond... and though they were just the same as they'd ever been they were somehow closer.

"Can I have it back?" The spirit asked. "I didn't just do all those chores for nothing, and I think I owe you a race." Hiccup blinked, confused.
"That was you?!" Did Jack, hater of all things associated with the "w" word, actually, just do a full mornings worth of jobs for him?!
"Yeah. Half an hour of jobs... it was hell!" He moaned, as though scarred for life. Of course Jack was more wounded by thirty minutes honest work, than a bullet. But, seriously?!
"Half an hour?" He repeated.
"Cheated a bit with my ice." He said, casually. He should've guessed.
"So..." He prompted.
"So what?" Hiccup asked. Jack rolled his eyes.
"Can I have it back?" He requested, like he was speaking to a five year old.
"Have what back?" Hiccup wondered, still not getting it. Jack rolled his eyes again, making a long ice stick out of thin air, and moving it in a "hello?" gesture.
"Your staff!" He realised. Jack clapped, slowly.
"Congratulations- and you've only known me how many years?" He mocked. Hiccup blushed slightly.
"Shut up." He muttered, half heartedly.
"Mmm, no. Don't think I will." He heard, as walked back into the cabin, happier than he had been in days- no... a month.

His mother looked to the door as she heard it open, baffled.
"You're back early?" She noticed. "What are so happy at?" She queried, curiously. Hiccup couldn't help but start laughing. He didn't know why, but he just couldn't keep his happiness back any longer. He took the stairs two at a time, as he shouted back down.
"I've got a staff to return!" He grabbed it, and shot back down, past his startled mother, who was only just beginning to understand what he was meaning. She started babbling questions, as coherently as he'd first done, whilst he pulled Toothless towards the door. He laughed again at her response.

Toothless finally got the message, and leapt for the door. He'd have to introduce Jack to his mother at some point- and he needed to tell him about the events of the big "Drago doomsday" but, for now, he had a race to win.

Jack grinned, the Night Fury had bowled him over. Plastering his already mad hair into a quiff, and covering his clothes in dragon love.
"Good luck washing that out." Hiccup smirked enjoying the scene. Jack instantly froze it, and brushed it off.

Hiccup just stared. For years he'd been trying to figure out how to remove dragon slobber, and he just...

Taking advantage of Hiccups distraction, he snatched his staff off him. Although Hiccup couldn't help but notice the slight tenseness in his smile.
"Are you in pain?" He asked, cursing himself for not thinking of that sooner, but Jack grinned.
"Eh, nothing I can't handle. Now stop complaining. This might be you're only chance to beat me in a race." He chastised, jokingly, and jumped up into the air. Whooping with delight, as he flew for the first time in a month. Hiccup watched him flipping, and somersaulting, and spinning, and generally having a great time. Did he just actually ask for a race where he expected Hiccup to win?

He shook his head, mounting the eager Night Fury, ready to meet the flying lunatic. No he was definately not feeling alright, he grinned.

He pulled alongside him for the race, and shouted across.
"No warm ups this time!"