Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale...Okay, no, that didn't work. Whoever recommended abdominal breathing to calm himself down should get hit. (He didn't hit himself, though.) Calm down...how was he supposed to calm down!? To Jack there were almost no impossible tasks but this one was too much for him to deal with.

Nervously he played with his fingers, keeping himself from running them through the styled white hair to not ruin his coiffure. It took him about an hour to get it about right and after three attempts – which included washing, drying, styling over and over again – he finally thought that they were decent enough. And before the trouble with his hair he was suffering through one and a half hour of not knowing what to wear.

Suit – too formal. Who was he, James Bond? Would be cool but probably too British. Sweater – too hot in this weather. T-Shirt – too baggy for a first encounter. (He wasn't even sure if the shirt with the Hawaiian print was a serious attempt or not. Why did he even have that shirt?) In the end he decided to wear his favorite blue hoodie and a pair of jeans. Hiccup would like that, wouldn't he?

Jack chewed on his lips, stopping immediately when he noticed what he was doing. He didn't want to have chapped lips when they-
...they would kiss, wouldn't they? He, talking for himself, wanted to kiss him. Hug him. Hold his hands. At least look at him. As long as the whole thing wasn't just a dream.

The white haired teen checked the time for the probably thousandth time, his heart skipping a beat. 10 minutes. Only 10 minutes left and he would meet Hiccup for real, see him in 'High Definition' instead through the screen of his laptop. He would be able to count his freckles and make sure if he really had those stunning green eyes, if he was really as small and thin how he appeared on his screen.

His eyes wandered through the big and bright hall, trying to find something that could distract him. Now that the countdown started, the nervousness was almost unbearable.
There were a lot of people in the airport hall, most of them beeing really busy. There were businessmen hurrying to their gate or some of them running with their briefcases towards the exit, where they would probably jump right into the next available Taxi.
Then there were people standing in front of the big destination board, groaning in annoyance when they saw that their flight was delayed or simply confused because they didn't know where to go.

His gaze continued to wander, head turning with it. He stopped at one of the shops where he had bought some water about half an hour ago to get rid of his dry mouth. He grimaced when he saw the seller looking at him. He quickly avoided her eyes. Was she something like a clairvoyant? Whenever he glanced towards the middle-aged woman she gave him a knowing look, as if she was dying to ask: Waiting for someone special?

And all Jack would answer would be: Yes, for the one and only. Waiting for the boy with the most incredible green eyes he had ever seen, the cutest roundish nose, the most adorable freckles, the talented hands which could create the most amazing drawings, the fluffy auburn hair that always stuck out a little on the sides and his heart-melting smile with the slightly crooked teeth...

A smile formed on his lips and for a few seconds he felt calm and almost relaxed before the reality hit him with full force once again. What if Hiccup didn't like how Jack was in reality? If he didn't like his white-dyed hair, his pale skin, his too big ears, his usually cold hands, his clothes or even his smell? Oh god, why was there so much the other could possibly not like about him!? He shouldn't even start to talk about his personal flaws like his childish attitude or his jealousy or his mischievous side or- okay, no, stop. This wasn't any help, it only made him freak out even more.

Checking the time again. Three minutes. Only three minutes until the plane would land. And yeah, sure, before Hadrian could leave the plane it would take a few more minutes, but still...
With a heavy sigh he exhaled and got up to his feet, realizing that they felt weak and wobbly like pudding. He waited for the feeling to fade but it didn't.

Slowly – or maybe not and it only felt slow to Jack – he walked towards the turnstile where he was supposed to pick the other up. He waited on the opposite side of it so that he would be able to observe and see everyone who left the gate.

Time seemed to stop around Jack, it was like all the noise and all the movements died away. How was he supposed to greet him? Would they run up to each other with open arms? Would Hiccup jump into his arms? Would it be like in all those movies? Where they – when they saw each other – wouldn't be able to breathe and their eyes would fill with tears while they would say cheesy things to each other?

Jack felt unable to cope with the situation. His heart raced just as fast as his mind and gosh, he felt like he would melt any second. Or faint. Or die. Then Hiccup would have taken the plane to attend his funeral. Yay. Okay, dying wasn't an option, he wanted to hug the other at least once before Jack would hunt him in the afterlife.

Checking the time. Heart stopping his his chest. Now. The plane was probably arriving right now. Or maybe it was already there. His head jerked up, blue eyes wide in anticipation and fear at the same time, heart hammering against his rib cage harder than ever before. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying to calm down. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale.

And then there were the first few people coming, carrying their luggage and chatting animatedly. Jack tensed as if he was about to run a marathon, eyes darting from one person to the next, trying to make out the figure of his boyfriend, but he couldn't. Again trepidation took control over his body, hands shoving themselves into the pockets of his hoodie.

Where was he? Was he even on that plane? Did Jack make a mistake and memorized the wrong time? Was this the right gate? Was this the even the right airport? Had Hiccup decided to break up with him and used this to prank him and-

'Jack, stop it, you're overdramatizing again' he scolded himself 'Hiccup would never do something like this.'

And that was when he saw him. A slim body appeared from around the corner, pulling his trolley case behind him, eyes wide as he looked around hesitantly, appearing like a deer in the headlight. Jack didn't know how to react and all he could come up with was raising his hand a little to attract the other boy's attention to himself. Jack's eyes lit up when Hiccup noticed him and the expression on the auburn haired boy's face changed, too.

It wasn't like in the movies, not at all. He wasn't short of breath but for the first time in weeks he felt like he was able to breathe freely. They walked up to each other, their smiles growing with every step, eyes glistening with joy instead of fear by now. They didn't pace up nor did they become slower, they walked up to each other like they both exactly knew what to do, like there never had been something like doubt or worry. They came to a halt, only one more step parting them.

To Jack it was like he had done it a hundred times before, as if he never even wasted a thought on all of this as he closed the distance between them which had always been between them like an invisible enemy. He took the freckled hands into his, noticing how they were cold and a little sweaty but he didn't care. Jack entangled his fingers with Hiccup's, his eyes never leaving the beautiful face of his boyfriend, overwhelmed by the sensation of Hiccup's hands being in his own for the very first time, noticing that Hadrian's fingers were a little shorter than his own and how they fitted perfectly into his.

"Hey Hic" he said softly, smiling at the other. It was incredible how the happiness rushed through him, making all his chaotic thoughts vanish all at once.
"Hey Jack" Hiccup answered breathlessly, as if Jack's words just took all the tension off his shoulders.

The other's voice was like a gentle slap on the cheek, making him wake up from a trance. He pulled Hiccup into a hug, pressing the smaller body against his, one arm wrapped around his shoulders the other around his waist. Hiccup didn't hesitate a single second and returned the hug which caused Jack to release a pleasant sigh.

Remaining in their position, none of them wanted to let go, standing there silently. Jack and Hiccup shared their warmth and Jack caught himself thinking that he never wanted to miss it ever again.
"Can I kiss you?" he asked before really thinking about it, realizing how blunt and stupid his question actually sounded. He blushed a little, removing one hand from the grip just to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly.

He cleared his throat and laughed mildly.
"I mean if you don't mind and I just thought it would be nice sinc-"
He got interrupted mid-sentence as he felt two now warmer hands on his cheeks. He raised his eyebrows, taken by surprise when Hiccup got to his tiptoes and for the first time slightly chapped lips met his.

If Jack thought that holding Hiccup's hands or holding the boy himself was amazing and overwhelming, he didn't know how to describe the new sensation. It was all together, amazing and overwhelming, warm and cold, tickling and electrifying and soft and gentle. And when Jack buried his fingers in the soft locks to bring Hiccup closer and moved his lips against Hiccup's he finally was at ease, lost all the silent doubts and worries which were still lingering in the back of his head. This was right and this was all he needed.

He smiled dreamily and looked down to Hiccup like a fool in love, running his hands through the auburn hair.
"They really are as fluffy as they look like on the screen" he admitted, ruffling it a little as Hiccup rolled his eyes but laughed silently. He nudged Jack's shoulder gently, stroking his fingers slightly over the fabric of Jack's hoodie before he took the thin ropes of fabric that belonged to the hood and played a little with them.

"You promised me the smell of freedom as soon as I'm in America, but I am not convinced at all" he said, looking up to Jack with a teasing smile.
"Hey, you're only here for about five minutes, you can't judge!" Jack whined playfully, taking Hiccup's hand into his again just to play with his fingers.
"I think you have to persuade me, Snowflake."

Hiccup tightened the grip of Jack's hand before he let go of the blue fabric.
"Alright, Freckles. I'll convince you" he answered, nodding towards the exit with a grin on his lips. Hiccup chuckled, curiosity and new found nervousness showing on his face as he took the handle of his trolley case.
"I bet you can't."
Jack's grin grew wider as they started to walk, guiding Hiccup through the hall.
"You really want to challenge me?", he asked as they passed the shop where the middle-aged woman raised her eyebrows before giving Jack an appreciative nod, as if to say: Nice catch!

"Sure, I'll kick your butt! Just like I do when you're trying to beat me in our online-game."
Jack nudged Hiccup's shoulder, giving him a scolding look.

"Low blow, Hic, that was a low blow!"
Hiccup only laughed at that.

And as they left the halls of the airport, teasing each other, how they already were used to, due to their online conversations, Jack was smiling all the while, knowing that all the trouble of a long distance relationship was worth it for that boy, now that he held his special person's hand, felt Hiccup's love and his warmth and saw his smile.

Two weeks of paradise laid ahead of them and that was all he could think of for now.