be my Valentine?
Mistletoe
Author: alec ( seriously, is this field relevant anymore ) Pairing: Hijack Rating: Teen Word count: 5,904
“Ho-hyow does they not have one?”
“I don’t even have a freaking clue, dude.”
“Every house always has then.”
“I knoooooww. It’s like—like—like the freaking holiday, man! It’s like… not having a Christian tree on Christmas.”
Below them, the party was still raging. Sounds of warmth and happiness, mixed with the aroma of cinnamon and spruce, flowed freely between the floors, filling the air around Hiccup and Jack and leaving them feeling safe and protected. Outside the rose window at the end of the hallway, snow was falling peacefully against a dark backdrop. It didn’t take the decorations of red and green on the walls or the single electric candle on the sill beneath each window to bring in the feeling of of the holiday.
Ghost part 27
Prompt: Do I really need to cover this?
Prompter: Queenie
So…here we are again…
Hyper noodles
i love the sounds ferrets make <3
@coldfeetwarmflames Alright so hear me out. … jack and hiccup wereweasels.
The Decision
Rating: Teen (for language)
Pairing: Hiccup/Jack Frost
Summary: Christmas is a beautiful season. Some might even call it sacred. But there are some things, some pieces of this lovely holiday, that are the opposite of sacred.
Most Wonderful Time 02
So this won’t be completed before Christmas unless I really get inspired and…well if they leave me alone. That’s sort of disappointing or rather I’m disappointed in myself. Fluff and stuff I was hoping to at least get further than this. I’m terrible at deadlines~
Ah this is a day late because I’ve been so busy with work! It’s meant for Hijack Week’s day #6, Envy.
There’s a line in the books that Hiccup says a lot, “I don’t want to give up on the dreaming of my childhood.” I think he would envy Jack’s immortality, and the idea of never having to grow up, never giving up his adventures and never having to be responsible. It only seems fitting he would become enamored with a guardian of childhood, and then I just imagine the further in love he’d fall, the more he’d long to stay frozen in time with him.
Maybe this is a prelude to one of those immortal!hijack AUs, like seasons AU. It does make me want to write something, in any case…
Anyway, I haven’t drawn these babies in so long, it’s getting me emotional again. I just love their sweet faces so much. (ಥ ﹏ಥ)♥
A day at the gym for the DreamDorks for Hijack Week Day One.
Bonus:
21 December: Pride
The Seven Deadly Sins, experienced in various ways by the two boys that keep us all here together.
Lust: longing, desire, sexuality, love? Gluttony: excessiveness, overindulgence Greed: pursuit, longing Sloth: laziness, inaction Wrath: vengeance, anger, hate Envy: desire, jealousy, sadness Pride: hubris, superiority, flawlessness
Hamish banged his fingers against the table, the digit bending unnaturally. A teardrop fell on the wooden workbench, then another. But he had been already been crying. The crying was only spurring him on to move faster. His hands were shaking—trembling—and it kept him from being able to cover his mouth to stop the whimperings and the noises from coming out. He could no longer keep them at bay, with the weight of what was happening, the weight of what he was doing, and the impact of what would happen to him in whatever future sank in. It was threatening to crush him into the wooden floor, tempting him with the release of death. Tempting him with death. Because Hamish held no illusions about what he was doing and what he was committing to. He was committing to death. And it was a good thing that he was unable to cover his mouth with his hands, because if he could, he would only be able to collapse in the corner and cry. He wasn’t strong enough to do this.
A sound outside, a rustling in the early autumn leaves. Hamish’s heart froze in his chest, and he did his best to control himself and make no noise. Tears were streaming down his face in fear now, and he allowed himself the brief reprieve of comfort by gripping his mouth, under the pretence that it would prevent him from being found.
The Seven Deadly Sins, experienced in various ways by the two boys that keep us all here together.
Lust: longing, desire, sexuality, love? Gluttony: excessiveness, overindulgence Greed: pursuit, longing Sloth: laziness, inaction Wrath: vengeance, anger, hate Envy: desire, jealousy, sadness Pride: hubris, superiority, flawlessness
“So, Jack. That new girl in history.”
“Kendra?”
“Yeah. She’s the one.” Merida was leaning forward over the lunch table, food forgotten on the plate. She gave off the air of someone who was about to dive into something they really wanted to know about, and Hiccup had an awful feeling about what was coming. The bottom of his stomach had already dropped out from the initial question, and he wanted to signal to her to just… not ask. Please. Just for her to not ask what he knew was going to come next.
“She’s pretty cute. What do you think about her?”
Hiccup kept a trained face and if he were in the theatre now, he would be proud at how his smile never wavered, never faltered. He was a professional. Nothing would break through his outward composure, even if it tore him up inside.
Blood and gums?! {x}
19 December: Wrath
The Seven Deadly Sins, experienced in various ways by the two boys that keep us all here together.
Lust: longing, desire, sexuality, love? Gluttony: excessiveness, overindulgence Greed: pursuit, longing Sloth: laziness, inaction Wrath: vengeance, anger, hate Envy: desire, jealousy, sadness Pride: hubris, superiority, flawlessness
Hiccup could tell by the sound of keys hitting the padlock that Jack was finally home. He could also tell from the large amounts of swearing making it through the front door and the increasing intensity of the metals clanging together as Jack failed to unlock the door, just how the evening had gone. Which was, unfortunately, just as Hiccup had predicted.
The door flew open and Jack was standing here, scarf wrapped around his neck but jacket unbuttoned, and there were slight tremors of rage that were coursing through him. His hand went out at the last moment, grabbing the edge of the door and keeping it from slamming into the picture frame that was perhaps poorly placed behind a heavy, hinged object. It didn’t look like Jack was even aware he had done this, and it spoke to just how much of a kindergarten teacher he had become that he was subconsciously responding to actions and saving things from being broken.
finally finished this dumb thing…
OTP things because I need them
- Person A waking up early and jamming to the radio while making breakfast and then person B shuffles in just as A is doing the pelvic thrust
- Person A trying to talk about something but person B keeps touching them in various places making them mess it all up
- OTP is walking home in the rain. Person A falls into a rly gross mud puddle. Person B sits in it as well so person A doesn’t feel dumb
- School/Work AU where person A does something bad and is about to fess up to teacher/boss when person B swoops in and covers for them
- “Everything is happy nothing is wrong for a bit it’s just a really great day let’s go for a walk or something” AU
- Person A sings in the shower, person B joins in from outside
- Person A having an “Oh shit I’m in love” moment when they see person B’s smile/laughter/sleeping face/concentrated face/anyTHING BE ROMANTIC OK
- “I hate working in groups but this rly cute person is being surprisingly fucking nice and I don’t know how to deal with it help I need to work under these conditions”
- “I’ve been coincidentally walking the same way as this person and their day is going horribly (torn pants, wet shoes, forgot wallet, got bit by a dog or something etc) maybe I should treat them to coffee and a scone”
- run-jump-spinny hugs. Those are the best hugs.
- OTP is making out when person A farts loudly. Person B laughs so hard they cry while also trying to get person A to come out from under that blanket omg don’t be embarrassed it’s ok stop hiding your face that was p impressive ngl
- Person A is asleep while person B is up and about. Suddenly person B starts having weird thoughts about ‘omg what if they left me like right now’ ‘what if I’ve been dreaming and this whole relationship is a dream’ ‘what if they’re a dream’ and flings themselves into bed on top of A to reassure themselves that yes everything is ok still
- person whatEVER NOTICING SMALL THINGS. THIS IS MY FAVOURITE THING. NOTICING THEIR PARTNER’S EYELASHES OR THEIR BITTEN NAILS OR THE WAY THEY WRIGGLE THEIR TOES WHEN THEY’RE CONCENTRATING OR HOW THEY MAKE A SMALL INDECISIVE NOISE WHEN THEY’RE CONFLICTED JUST EVERYTHING YOU CAN THINK OF. GR8 CHANCE TO GO WILD WITH COMPLETELY UNNECESSARY HEADCANONS
18 December: Sloth
The Seven Deadly Sins, experienced in various ways by the two boys that keep us all here together.
Lust: longing, desire, sexuality, love? Gluttony: excessiveness, overindulgence Greed: pursuit, longing Sloth: laziness, inaction Wrath: vengeance, anger, hate Envy: desire, jealousy, sadness Pride: hubris, superiority, flawlessness
A mug of hot chocolate was just finishing spinning in the microwave when Hiccup’s phone went off. One of Hiccup’s classmates from Calculus 2 lit up the screen of the device, in all of its pixelated glory. Hiccup looked from the buzzing device, to the mug in the microwave, then back to the phone, and sighed deeply.
“Hey Jeremy.”
“Hiccup! Hi! How are you?”
“Well I just got back from OChem, fighting through the subzero arctic, and I was going to have some hot chocolate and watch television, but I’m guessing that won’t be happening.”
Day 4: Sloth
hiccup should stop taking morning classes