Relax - Chapter One

Pairing: Hijack/Frostcup

Word Count: 1,256

Warnings: None this chapter

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I do not own any rights to How to Train Your Dragon or Rise of the Guardians.

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Hiccup was starting to wonder if this was all pointless. He ran after the tiny Gronkle, nearly tripping over another one as it stumbled into his path. That darn dragon just wouldn't stay still!

He contemplated just giving up, letting the little dragons run amuck until the lesson was over. He needed to focus on what was actually important, right?

He paused and glanced back at the group of kids, quietly sitting together, listening in awe as Jack bragged about himself, as usual. Hiccup wished he was more thankful for Jack's excellent babysitting skills, but it really just annoyed him more. He was more than capable of handling this class on his own. He was the chief's son, after all! Honestly, that was why he was teaching the class in the first place.

Jack stood up then, gaining a round of giggles from the group of little ones at whatever he'd just told them. Jack glanced back for a second, catching Hiccup's gaze. Hiccup looked away quickly, spotting two, little Nadders nipping at each others' spiky tails.

"Oh, no, no—don't do that—"

He rushed forward to stop them, but successfully tripped over that baby Gronkle from earlier. With no more than a loud grunt, Hiccup hit the stone floor of the dragon training arena, his metal foot clinking loudly as he did.

"Ughh…" Hiccup groaned, pushing himself off the ground. A tiny Nightmare playfully skipped around, not even noticing him as it passed right by. Maybe that was the issue here?

"Hey, are you okay?"

Hiccup sat up, bringing a hand up to rub the back of his neck. He glanced back to where the voice had come from. It was Jack, standing there with a hand stretched out to him. Hiccup merely rolled his eyes and grabbed ahold of Jack's icy hand. Jack helped hoist him up, and Hiccup quickly dusted himself off, throwing a glare at the now-sleeping Gronkle that he'd tripped over.

"Well, today was a disaster," he remarked, sighing loudly as he looked back to the group of little kids, only to find them wrestling with each other and running around after their tiny dragons. Back to square one, it seems.

"Hey," Jack smirked, "At least it went better than yesterday."

"Oh, yeah," Hiccup groaned, "Just because none of the kids got bit this time doesn't really count as better."

And, just because the Gods clearly had it out for him, a loud cry rang out from behind. Hiccup and Jack both glanced back, seeing the girl with blonde pigtails crying and holding her hand in pain.

"Spoke too soon," Hiccup muttered, stepping forward, but Jack stuck his arm out to stop him.

"I got it," he told him with a wave of his hand. Hiccup watched as Jack swiftly made his way over to the little girl, kneeling down, gently rubbing her hand and telling her it'd feel better later. He then jumped back up, planting a quick kiss on top of her head, just before being plowed over by the rest of the kids in the group.

Hiccup snorted, trying not to laugh at Jack being tackled to the ground by ten tiny Vikings. He attempted to help, shouting,

"Okay, you guys, lesson's over for today! You can go home now!"

But it apparently fell on deaf ear as the kids continued to giggle and pull at Jack. Hiccup caught the almost-desperate look on the white-haired teen's face before he covered his mouth to hide his smirk. Well, Jackwas always bragging about being irresistible. It looks like he was right.

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Jack spun his staff in his hand, flipping his wrist slowly as he and Hiccup walked out of the arena and back out to the snow-covered hillside that was Berk. All the children from the lessons were playing in the snow, their dragons running about just like before.

Jack watched with enthusiasm as the kids threw snowballs and made snow-dragons, looking as if he was doing everything in his power not to join them. He glanced back at Hiccup, seeing that Toothless had finally joined them, and smiled before asking what they were going to do now.

Hiccup scoffed,

"I don't know about you, but I have chores to do."

Jack looked at him in disbelief,

"Are you kidding?" he frowned, "But…but there's snow! And your class is over!"

"I still have work to do, Jack—"

"But I thought we were gonna—"

"Well, I'm sorry, but I'm busy."

Hiccup furrowed his eyebrows, turning to head back up to his house. He could hardly see it through all the heaps of snow, but he tread on anyway, Jack and Toothless both following behind him.

"Oh, come on," Jack beckoned, "You can't get one day off?"

Hiccup sighed impatiently,

"Apparently not, Jack."

Jack stopped, looking back down at all the people having fun in the snow, and then returned his gaze to Hiccup as the boy trudged on up to the steps of his house.

"Well, what am I supposed to do, then?"

"Whatever you want," Hiccup shouted to him over his shoulder. "I'll see you later."

And with that, he pushed open the front door, watching as a bored Toothless made his way inside before following right behind him.

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Inside, Hiccup made his way around, grabbing papers and blankets that were lying on the floor, and setting them back in their proper places. He stabbed at the massive fireplace, sending warmth throughout the house.

Once everything was cleaned up, he went on up to his room, Toothless trailing behind him. He pulled out the Book of Dragons, which had substantially grown in size lately, and dropped it down on his desk.

Toothless plopped down on the floor, letting out an annoyed sigh that Hiccup had come to recognize.

"Sorry, bud," he apologized, "I know you really want to back out there and flying, but I just don't have the time today."

Toothless huffed and slipped his tailfin over his eyes, earning an exasperated sigh from the boy across the room.

"Maybe tomorrow, okay?" he pleaded, pulling out some charcoal pencils and flipping the book open to the last entry.

He had just recently started a new section of the Book of Dragons to cover specifics in care and grooming. Astrid had been the one to suggest it, but a lot of the adults had agreed and now, here he was, writing down all the collected knowledge he had of how to properly groom a male Gronkle, as if he didn't have anything better to do.

He worked and worked, constantly pulling out his small notebook to make sure he had something right before writing it down. He continued, sneaking glances at the sleeping dragon a few feet away.

Maybe he did need to take a break, like Jack said? Toothless definitely deserved it, if anything.

He tried to double-task, writing some miscellaneous cleaning techniques that work best for Nadder scales while thinking about ways to get Toothless out and flying while he did these chores. Hiccup paused, remembering the fully-mechanical tail he'd made nearly a whole year ago. He still had that lying around in the back of Gobber's shop! He could get up early tomorrow morning, tweak it and get it back in working order, and it'd be ready by lunch hour! Just in time for his class! Oh, Toothless would love that! He'd be able to back over there the other teens' dragons again, and go flying, just like Hiccup knew he'd been itching to do.

Hiccup smiled triumphantly, looking over his shoulder at Toothless. This would fix everything.

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