Hello, nice to see you again. Thank you for joining me through the sixteenth year, the first trip to Berk, the senior year..and even a week with Lilo Pelekai. (Some of you may not have taken that trip. I understand.) Jack and Hiccup are a little older this time around. To be specific, we're going to to do a timeskip. It's their second year of college. Everyone is a little older, a little wiser. Somethings have changed. Somethings haven't.

Chapter: Friday and Monday.

Friday, September 4th

Jack woke up to the smell of sweet perfume and unfamiliar sight of a large Munster's Monsters blanket tacked to the ceiling. He rolled to the side and didn't fall over...Definitely not his room. Ignoring the pounding in his head, he tried to think back to the previous night. Party. Gig. Frat Row. "Ugh..." He felt sweaty and nauseous...and dizzy...

He could practically hear Hiccup yelling at him already. He felt around the bed for his phone. Jack's first year at Munster U had been one big blur of partying, studying, and lectures. After waking up in the fountain on Frat Row once, he had promised Hiccup he would cut back. But it wasn't his fault this time. After all, he had a gig at a party. Someone would have slipped him something one way or another. He stood up and gravity threatened him.

There was a lovely entanglement of limbs in the doorway. He stepped over the drunken frat boys and stumbled into the hallway. His shirt was missing, so was his phone. He tried to think back. No, it hadn't been his shirt, it was Hiccup's. Hiccup's room in the Deblois dorm was closer to Frat Row, and he remembered taking a nap there after class. He did that often. Half of his belongings were hidden among the young Haddock's: books, clothes, a hotplate, his favorite blanket...

Of all the sleeping bodies Jack encountered in the house, none of them belonged to his band-mates. Jim had a personal curfew and probably left after their set. Their band's guitarist and vocals, aka the 'Once-ler' (a nickname originating from a stupid promise he could never let down) had probably been dragged off by an overzealous groupie. Jack found his keyboard in the main hall and stuffed it into its case, where lo and behold, he found his keys.

He headed across the large expansive green lawn, shirtless with his keyboard bag sticking to his skin. Eyes occasionally fell on him and he hobbled around barefoot. Ramsey house, his dormitory, was his destination. He figured a quick shower and a coffee were in order. There was also the matter of his missing phone...

He walked into the Ramsey building. The lounge area was occupied as he nodded at the girl behind the desk. He heard snickering and whispers as he took the stairs up to the second floor. The doors of his dorm house's rooms were built with forgetful college students in mind. A number code, a card, or key would allow access into the room. Jack entered the room and was pleased to find that his roommate Robbie wasn't around. Robbie had his own band, and rarely came back.

He tripped on a half-eaten box of doughnuts and hit his shin on the bed frame. Swearing and hissing ensued as his head continued to pound. He knew what he needed...the Angrboda brew. Angrboda brew was a special, nasty tonic Stoick had taught Hiccup how to make. According to the Haddocks, it was an ancient recipe used by a giantess to quell Loki's children. For Jack and everyone else, it was a cure for hangovers.

Jack took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Shoes. Shirt. Service. Put on shoes, find clean shirt. Go to the bookstore and get service. Get service. He willed himself to get up. "Come on...Do it for the tonic..."

He took his time and walked over to the large bookstore on Sullivan Boulevard, or 'Sulleyvard' as some students called it. The bookstore had multiple functions as it held not only books, but basic supplies and a cafe in the back. Hiccup had started working in it the previous semester. He was usually found at the Coffee/Rental desk, working the register and helping people find books.

It was natural for most sophomores to still be working off their freshman fifteen, but Hiccup had dispersed his perfectly. He was taller and wider than he had been, but still lean. The Haddock hairiness gene had caught up with him, and he hid most of his unruly hair under a beanie hat, (If he left it out in the open, Rapunzel would put tiny braids in his hair) and shaved. (when he remembered) As their majors were different, Jack and Hiccup didn't attend the same classes, so they only saw each other when Hiccup wasn't hyperventilating over exams.

Hiccup was taking his classes seriously, a little too seriously in Jack's opinion. The previous week they had hardly seen each other, and Hiccup had been in a foul mood even then. Jack warned him if he didn't stop stressing over every little thing, he wouldn't make it to finals. Hiccup wasn't amused.

So Jack was sure when he entered the cafe and saw Hiccup's trembling hands handling two coffee cups, it was just more stress, not him.

Hiccup looked up as Jack entered the cafe and his hands dropped to his sides. Jack looked him up and down, trying to read his body language. Hiccup was frozen, like he was trying to process something. It wasn't until Jack reached the counter that he snapped.

"Get out." Hiccup said, turning from him.

"What?" He didn't sound like he was joking. "Listen Hic, I need-"

Hiccup's eyes narrowed. "I don't want to talk to you right now." He walked away from the desk and towards the cappuccino machine. "I...I can't talk to you now. Leave."

Jack followed him, his headache persisting. "What's wrong?"

Hiccup turned to face him, hands trembling and rage he had tried to control building. "Am I...What the—Are you serious? I'm not going to tell you again. Get away from me or I swear I-"

Jack reached his arm and Hiccup smacked it away.

"Don't touch me." Now Jack knew something was seriously wrong.

"What the-"

Merida showed up seemingly out of nowhere, leading Hiccup away, who glared back at Jack before disappearing into one of the aisles.

"Jack." Jim put a hand on his shoulder. "You should do what he says."

"What's wrong with him?" Jack asked. Nothing was making sense to him at this point.

Jim sighed. "I'm guessing you don't remember. Look, Hiccup isn't ready to see you yet. Let's just go back to the dorm until he cools down."

"What don't I...What the hell is going on?"

"Where's Hiccup?"

Rapunzel was there at the counter now, looking worried. "Oh Jack...What did he say? Did you talk to him yet?"

"Hiccup's not ready to talk." Jim explained.

Jack stared at both of them. He didn't know what happened, but everyone else seemed to know, and it was starting to piss him off. "Look. I don't know what's going on here, but if one of you could explain instead of asking questions-"

"You don't remember?" Rapunzel asked. "Oh...Jack."

"Remember what!? Are you hearing me? I don't know what I did!" He held his head in his hands. "It's too early for this..."

Rapunzel took out her phone and scrolled down until she found what she was looking for.

"You need to see this."

The video was shot a weird angle, obviously taken from a phone. Jack recognized the Munster's Monsters blanket on the ceiling and his stomach lurched. There he was, recorded making out with some curly haired blonde girl, her hair filling the camera for a moment. His head fell back, as he was obviously intoxicated. She laughed, her voice muffled by the blanket as she put the phone on the nightstand. The video ended, putting the screen back on Jack's page. According to the details, he had uploaded it form his own phone.

Jack stared at the screen, blinked several times. There he was,ruining his own life. And he couldn't remember any of it. The evidence was right in front of him, but he couldn't recall the event at all.

And that didn't help his apology one bit. Hiccup refused to talk to him, and by the time he was ready to talk, it wasn't easy.

"Hiccup, I-"

"Don't talk." Hiccup shook his head. "Just listen. You said you don't remember anything. I get that. You don't remember her. Sure, whatever. But I'll remember. And I'll know that it's a possibility. What if it happens again? You can say it won't, you can promise me it can't, but it doesn't matter, because I'm going to wonder that now every time we're apart."

"What are you saying?" Jack asked, now with a new headache unrelated to alcohol.

"I'm saying...I need space." Hiccup raked a hand through his hair. "I can't forgive you right now. I know that I can." He paused. "But…"

Jack felt like he knew what he was going to say next, but he silently prayed he was wrong as Hiccup continued.

" I don't want to. I'm...I'm tired." His voice cracked then, and Jack knew there were tears on the way. Hiccup looked at the ground." I….I don't want to wonder what you're doing all the time. If I can't trust you...Well, maybe that's my problem." Hiccup sighed. "But if I can't trust you, then…"

"Don't-" Jack began, but it was too late.

" I shouldn't be with you."

Monday October 5th

Hiccup could run as fast as he wanted, but he couldn't outrun his own feelings. The treadmill beeped again, signaling that was nearing the end of his session. He looked away from the treadmill's dashboard and up at the glass window. The sun was beginning to rise on Munster University.

Sweat poured down his face, but he continued to run, trying not to think.

A month. That was what they had agreed on. One month apart to sort out their thoughts and feelings. When the agreement had been made, it seemed like a lifetime. But time flew much faster than Hiccup anticipated, and here he was a month later.

The treadmill slowed and so did he, until it came to a stop. He took two steps back from the machine, and released a long sigh before walking towards the window to watch as the sun continued to rise. He could see his own reflection in the glass, his hair was longer, his face covered in fuzz. His grey "Property of Munsters" t-shirt was damp with sweat, and his mesh shorts were clinging to his legs.

"You're here early."

Heather Houston, his on and off study partner was next to him now, holding out a water bottle. He took it, pressing it against his forehead, closing his eyes, and enjoying the cold sensation. "It gets really crowded in here during the day." He opened his eyes again. " Working out?"

She shrugged, her high ponytail bobbing. "Gotta drop the freshman fifteen, y'know?"

"Right..."

There was an awkward silence, as Heather wasn't sure what to say and Hiccup wasn't in the mood to chat.

Hiccup walked back towards the treadmill and retrieved his duffel bag. "I'm gonna hit the showers. See you around."

Heather nodded. "Yeah. See you..." She watched him cross the almost empty gym. As of late, she could never find the right words to say to Hiccup. He had been moody and distant for weeks. She knew why, of course. She just didn't know how to handle it. At first she thought if she didn't bring up Jack, things would be fine... but it wasn't that simple.

Hiccup took a quick shower, aware that his shift at the bookstore would start soon. He changed into a pair of jeans and a dark green sweatshirt. After stashing a good portion of his hair under his hat, he headed back to his dorm.

The DeBlois dorm was a short walk from the gym. Hiccup headed up to the third floor, passing by a tour group on the stairs. He stopped outside his door. It was slightly ajar. Cautious, he pushed the door open slowly.

It was pure chaos. His chest of drawers had clothing sticking out if it, all the research for his paper scattered, and his bed was covered in belongings. He would have assumed it was a burglary, but that didn't make sense. His laptop was on his bed, his jar of change untouched. And then he noticed several key items were missing. The hot plate that had sat on the floor for months was gone. So was the blanket on his bed. The miniature fridge was missing…

Hiccup quickly began going through his things to see if anything else had disappeared. Several photos were missing from his wall, leaving behind bits of tape and light marks. He checked the closet, and that's when he realized what was going on...all of the things that had been taken belonged to Jack. He took a deep breath. It had been a month…

A month without contact of any kind, a month to decide whether they really wanted to stay together. Was this Jack's answer?

He took his phone out of his pocket, fuming. He stood there for a moment, hands shaking, vision blurring. Only when he focused on the screen did he notice he had ten minutes to get to work. He grabbed his keys, backpack and left, slamming the door behind himself. He dialed Jack as he marched down the Sulleyvard, ready to boil over. The phone rang several times before Jack picked up.

"...Uh...Hello?"

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?" Hiccup snapped, his voice echoing across the campus, startling several onlookers. Regardless he continued to march across the lawn, shouting into his phone. "ARE YOU INSANE!? YOU LEFT MY DOOR OPEN! WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST CALL ME OR SOMETHING, I CAN'T…" Hiccup heard a clicking noise. Jack had hung up on him. "What the…"He stared at the phone. "Did he just...hang up on me?" And with that, Hiccup chucked his phone across the lawn.

And the immediately realized what he had done and went running after it.

Hiccup spent the rest of the day silently fuming and glaring at textbooks as he stacked and unpacked the latest editions of what seemed to be every textbook known to man. He had been taken away from the desk due to his brooding stare that had apparently intimidated anyone in need of a textbook rental. He just couldn't believe that Jack had hung upon him after a month of avoidance, and awkward near meetings around campus, and staring at the phone but never calling, and being so careful not to mention to his parents when they called.

The more Hiccup thought about it, the more he wanted to break something. He had half a mind to march over to Ramsey house, Jack's dorm, and really let Jack have a piece of his mind. Instead, he angrily mumbled to himself until his shift ended, and he met Rapunzel out by the quad. They shared Art History class together in the afternoon. Well, in all honesty, it wasn't as much Art History as it was an old woman reminiscing about the trips she had taken in her youth, while showing slides of her many adventures. The room was slightly chilly and dark, and it was the perfect place to drift off and calm down.

Before class Hiccup explained the situation to Rapunzel. She was upset as well, if not puzzled by the fact that Jack had done such a thing. Unlike Hiccup her contact with Jack had not been limited. Still trying to figure out who she was, Rapunzel threw herself into different forms of self-expression. Munster U had plenty of outlets: poetry jams, sketchapaloozas, open mics at the café. In her second year Rapunzel had bought herself a acoustic guitar and sang at campus events…meaning she saw the Onceler in the woods (aka Jack, Jim, and their nameless front man) often.

Jack had been just as depressed as Hiccup was during their 'break'. According to Jim he spent most of his nights in his room eating large amounts of junk food and watching nothing but 80's cartoons. Rapunzel didn't give her opinion on the matter, and only listened quietly until their teacher entered the room.

After class Hiccup was calmer, as he had gotten in a 30 minute nap during the 90 minute lecture. Instead of angry he was rearing back towards depressed. "It's just…I don't get it. Why didn't he talk to me? It's not like he couldn't just ask me if he wanted his stuff."

"Yeah…" Rapunzel said nodding. "It's really weird." She fished her phone out of her bag. "Hm…" She bit her lip as she looked at the screen.

Hiccup sighed as they waited for the trolley to pull in. "It's just, I know I was the one that asked for space. But…"He huffed. "I mean, he didn't…" His eyes went up the hill and fell on a shaggy haired guy carrying a hotplate, laughing and talking to a girl carrying a bundle of fabric in her arms. Even from at the bottom of the hill, even in that crumpled balled up, bundle state Hiccup knew what she was carrying. Rapunzel followed his gaze, not understanding. "Hiccup?"

"He didn't…" Hiccup repeated, before dropping his backpack and taking off, running up the hill. "HEY! WAIT!" He ran as fast as he could to catch up with the two, his many hours of treadmill running had paid off. Of all the things Jack had been willing to leave behind, that thing definitely was not one of them. It was worn and old, it had faded and been washed enough times for half of the printed design to disappear.

"Wait!"

Hiccup caught up to them, stopping to catch his breath. His eyes fell on Jack's blue hoodie. "Where…did…you get that?"

The boy suddenly became defensive, clinging tighter to the hotplate. Seeing the dent in its side, Hiccup recognized it as Jack's as well.

"There's a bunch of stuff behind the Ecodome." The girl explained. "Looked like someone moved out or something."

"I need that sweater." Hiccup said, breath finally returning to normal. "And that hotplate."

"Finders keepers man." The boy said.

Rapunzel was quickly making her way up the hill, carrying both of their bags.

"That's my stuff." Hiccup crossed his arms. "I'm not going to argue with you about this."
"I'm not giving up this jacket." The girl said. "It's perfect for my film!"

The boy began to back away and Hiccup directed his focus on the girl. "I'm sure you can fund a ratty old sweater anywhere…I bet lost and found is full of them. The point is, you can't have that one."

"You sound really attached to it. Maybe I could give it up...for a trade."

Without warning the boy took off.

Hiccup's eyes widened. He wanted to tell her off, but time was of the essence. If Jack's other things were behind the Ecodome, it was only a matter of time before they were divvied up between other students. After all, the whole point of the dome was recycling. It was known as a spot for dumping unwanted stuff. He stuck his hands in his pocket. A hotplate was one thing, but that hooded sweater.

"I'll give you five bucks for it."

"Ten." An evil grin crossed her face.

"Six and a free coffee voucher for the bookstore."

She looked hesitant.

Hiccup fished the money and coupon out of his pocket. "Two vouchers? Look, that's all I got."

Rapunzel finally made it to the top of the hill, just as Hiccup had acquired Jack's sweater.

"What was that about?" She asked, handed him his backpack.

"I'm not sure." Hiccup took a deep breath. "But it doesn't matter. We have to get to the Ecodome before somebody up-cycles the rest of Jack's stuff."

They made it just in time. After arm wrestling someone for his fridge, Hiccup stuffed the rest of his belongings inside of it and with Rapunzel's help, carried it back to his dorm.

"This doesn't make any sense." Rapunzel said, dropping Jack's rescued blanket into Hiccup's hamper. "Jack wouldn't toss out this stuff."

"No." Hiccup replied, plugging in his now empty fridge. "But it was all his stuff. How would someone know that?"

Rapunzel shrugged. "I don't know." Her eyes fell on Jack's hoodie. "But I do know Jack would never through that hoodie away. So, what're you going to do? If it wasn't Jack, that means someone else did this to your room." She shivered. "Who would do that? How did they get in?"

"I use the card to get in, but there's a keycode too." Hiccup said, sitting on his bed next to Rapunzel. "Anyone can get into my room if they know it."

"You should tell security." Rapunzel suggested.

"And tell them what? Someone threw out my..." He couldn't find the right word to describe Jack's relation to him. "…Jack's stuff?" He shook his head. "That'll make it seem like a domestic thing. No. I…I 'm going to have to talk to Jack first."

"Are you ready to do that?"

Hiccup shook his head. "I don't know…But, this is important. Even if I can't talk to him about 'us', I need to tell him what happened."

"If you think that's the right thing to do." Rapunzel's phone buzzed and she checked it. "That's my alarm. I have Bio, so I gotta go."

Hiccup grabbed Jack's hoodie, picked up his backpack, and followed her to the door. "I'll see you out."

They walked over to the trolley stop. As the trolley car pulled up, Rapunzel gave Hiccup a hug. "Everything is going to be fine." As she broke the hug she asked; "Do you want to stay in my dorm? I don't think yours is safe…"

"I'll let you know…See you later."

As Rapunzel hopped onto the trolley she waved until it pulled off. With a sigh, Hiccup began his trek towards the Ramsey house. He took his time. From what he remembered, Jack wouldn't be out of class until 7. It was a little after four. The sun was already beginning to set. He went to the library opting to get a little studying in as he waited. After picking up a few books he sat in the 'silent section', a collection of desks with isolation walls which kept students from making eye contact, and muffled any noises their neighbors made.

Hiccup stared at the pages, but didn't seem to be taking in any information. He felt nervous and jittery. What was going on? What did this mean? Rapunzel was right about him not being able to stay in his room. The thought of someone else coming in whenever they felt like it scared him a little. Hiccup's roommate had moved out back in September and relocated to Frat Row, so he was currently alone. ..

"Haddock."

Hiccup turned his head. Dagur of all people stood behind him, looking a little manic. His hair had grown out, and his beard was uneven. His was as buff as ever, and his wrinkled attire made him look like a beefed up hobo. He had a smug look on his face, which made the faded scar across his left eye more prominent.

"Dagur…." Hiccup nodded at him. They rarely met on campus, as Munster had at least 10,000 people roaming its halls at any given time. "What brings you here?'

"The allure of free literature of course." Dagur replied, with a grand sweeping gesture. Hiccup noticed that his movements were a bit more dramatic ever since he had joined the wrestling circuit. He assumed it was from taking parts in the short skits between matches. "You seem a bit distressed." Dagur said.

Hiccup closed his book. "I have some stuff I need to work out..." He stared at the desk. "No big deal."

Dagur's smug grin waned. "Just some small stuff?"

"Uh Huh." Hiccup opened another book. "Small stuff. See you around." He put feigned interest into the book until Dagur walked off. Once he was alone again, he looked at his phone. He could text Jack. He shoved the phone back into his pocket. Or not. His stomach was full of common greens again. Maybe a quick sketch would do him some good...

His 'quick sketch' became a source of procrastination until he overheard someone ask the time, and realized it was after eight. Reluctantly he gathered his things and put the books on a sorting trolley before leaving the library. The closer he got to Ramsey house, the more he wanted to run fleeing in the other direction. He wasn't ready to see Jack again. He just wasn't. And yet his feet pulled him there anyway.

He stood outside Jack's door for a moment, trying to find the right words to say. The more he waited, the more nervous he became. Finally he knocked on the door.

"Jack?"

When there was no reply, he pressed his ear to the door. He could hear music playing softly.

"Life is like a hurricane. Here- in -Duck-burg... Race cars, lasers, aeroplanes... It's-a-duck-blur! Might solve a mystery... Or rewrite history!"

"Ducktales?" Hiccup whispered in disbelief. He knocked again, louder. "Jack!"

There was shuffling and mumbled swearing as the volume was lowered. Hiccup waited, and then knocked again.

"Jack?"

There was a clicking noise and the door opened slightly. Hiccup couldn't see anything, the room was dark, with the only light-source being a laptop on the floor. As quickly as the door had been opened, it slammed shut.

Hiccup flinched, reeling backward. Maybe it was true. Maybe Jack had done it. Maybe he didn't want anything to do with Hiccup anymore. Maybe that's why he had hung up that morning...

The door opened again, wider this time. A bundle of blankets was at the door. Red ,tearing puffy eyes blinked at Hiccup and their owner sniffled.

"Higgub?" Jack rasped, before coughing repeatedly and retreating back inside.

Jack was a total mess, clearly riddled with a nasty flu strain. He and his overly blanketed body slipped back into the room and Hiccup followed, entered a area that smelled strongly of vapor rub and the dining hall's chicken soup. The garbage in the room had piled up on Jack's side, a tower of empty plastic Ramen packets and cups seemed to be building into the form of a shrine. There was another bag, full of nothing but empty sports drink bottles.

The other side of the room was just as eerie and Gothic as Hiccup remembered. Robbie's taste was easily reflected by the wall (painted black), the Panic! At he Disco and My Chemical Romance posters, the skeleton tacked to the wall, a hamper of clothes exclusively from Hot Topic, and the black velvet duvet covering Robbie's bed. Every time Hiccup looked at it,the phrase '2edgy4me' came to mind.

Jack sat on the floor, next to three different boxes of tissues, his laptop, and a bottle of cough medicine. He blew his nose and started hacking again before taking a chug from the medicine bottle. "Damn..."

Hiccup unsure where to sit, opted for the edge of Jack's bed. It was covered in textbooks, but he found one spot where the mattress dipped slightly.

Jack leaned his head against the bed. He felt like hell, and he was sure he looked like hell too. Someone had sneezed in his face four days prior, and here he was, a wheezing, drippy mess. He looked up at Hiccup, his vision blurry. "Did you want something?"

Hiccup blinked. "Wha-Oh. Uh..." He wasn't sure where to begin. "Are you alright?"

Jack closed his eyes. "I'm half dead."

"Hm..." Hiccup didn't feel ready to talk yet. Jack didn't look like he was in any state to have a serious conversation either. Instead of talking he began to fix up the room, just as he had did for months before. Jack wasn't the most organized person, but his weakened state had undone any sense of order the room previously had. Hiccup started with the Ramen shrine first, taking the trash down to the incinerator. Before he could move the bottles, Jack began to whine.

"Waiiiit." His voice sounded awful. "I didn't check the codes on those yet."

Hiccup sighed. "Then get started. This place is a mess."

Ignoring the bottles, Hiccup went after the other bits of trash around the room, before organizing the books and clothes covering Jack's bed. "Have you been sleeping on the floor?"

"…."

"Jack?"

Jack had fallen asleep, his mouth open, and his breathing heavy.

Hiccup sighed and continued to clean. He wasn't expecting to see Jack again like this. Their reunion had a lot less shouting than he expected. He stacked the books up and sorted the clothes, tucking most of them into the laundry bag to wash. Jack was in no state to be ransacking Hiccup's dorm room, which meant whoever broke in wasn't him. Nervous now for a completely different reason, Hiccup grabbed Jack's keys from by the door and headed down to the basement.

The basement at Ramsey house featured a rec room and a small laundry room with several machines. He sat on a metal chair and watched the clothes spin around while he collected his thoughts. Someone had snuck into his room…Someone who knew when he was at the gym. This same person went through his thing, but only removed items that belonged to Jack. Who would do that? Why? What was there to gain?

Before Hiccup knew it, he was folding Jack's clothes and taking them back up to the room. He stopped at Jack's door. He heard multiple voices inside. He turned the handle and opened the door slowly.

"Who's there!?"

"Ach! Heccup?"

Merida was dragging Jack into bed as Hiccup entered. "Well, fancy seeing you here. What's that y' got there?"

"Laundry." Hiccup replied, setting the bag down next to Jack's bed.

"Hey." Jim sat on the floor, entering codes from the empty bottles on Jack's computer.

"Since you're here, I don't' suppose you mind giving Jack his dinner?" Merida asked. She and Jim were both dressed up, like they were headed out.

"Going somewhere?" Hiccup asked.

"We're headed to a pub off campus." Jim explained. "We just stopped by to see how Jack was doing."

Jack rolled onto his stomach, cocooning himself in his blankets. "No more soup." He coughed. "Just let me sleep…"

"I think not." Merida put her hands on her hips. "You were wastin' away, even before y' got sick." She looked at Hiccup. "He hardly eats, y'know? And he's so moody." She raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, were we interrupting something?"

"No…." Hiccup shook his head. "Oh! Actually…"

Hiccup explained the day's events to the three of them. When he was finished, Merida and Jim exchanged worried looks.

"You can't go back to yer room, Heccup." Merida said. "I can't fathom why anyone would do such a thing, but who knows what else could happen if you go back?"

"You should at least have your lock changed." Jim said. "Just for peace of mind. If you need a place to stay, you can come to our room." Jim and Merida had been sharing a dorm room since the semester started on the top floor of the Ramsey house. Hiccup had only been in the room once to help Jim move in. The thought of staying the night there made him feel awkward, but his alternatives were slim. Rapunzel had a roommate, a female one at that, who possibly wouldn't be comfortable with a random guy sleeping on her floor.

"Stay… with them." Jack wheezed. "But…Tell security first." He shrugged on his favorite hoodie before wrapping the blankets around himself again.

Merida took a long styrofoam cup out of a paper bag. "Eat your dinner, Frost."

Jack grimaced before taking the cup, removing the lid and sipping its contents. "It's too salty. Bring me Ramen next time instead."

Hiccup frowned. "You need food. Actual food. Not preservative loaded junk." He specified.

Merida looked at her phone. "We ought to get going. Do you want us to walk you over to security?"

Hiccup shook his head. "No…I'll go in the morning."

Jim scribbled down a set of numbers. "Here…That's our door code. Call us if you can't get in."

Hiccup took the paper reluctantly. "Thank you."

Jack sipped his salty soup and Hiccup sat at the other end of his bed, quiet.

If he were well, Jack would've marched down to security himself. He would've assured Hiccup that things were going to be fine. Instead, for now he could only keep Hiccup company. He grabbed his laptop and made himself comfortable. "So..."

Hiccup blinked at him. '...?'

"Ducktales?" Jack asked.

Hiccup shook his head. "Talespin."

"Alright then."

"TALESPIN! TALESPIN! Friends for life through thick and thin with another talespin! Sing it!"

Ducktales=The disney cartoon. It's good. Trust me.

Robbie= Robbie V from Gravity Falls

Onceler= The Lorax

Ramsey House= Peter Ramsey, director of ROTG

Deblois Dorm= Dean Deblois, Directed HTTYD2

Sulleyvard=Sullivan Boulevard= James P. Sullivan from Monsters Inc.