#freckledviking

Dear Freckled Viking,

Why, thank you kindly! You sure are right about that. I'd deny it humbly, but lying's a nasty habit.

As for those sharp emerald threads we’re all familiar with, I don’t know if I “favor” them. Y’see, those are mostly for public occasions. Shindigs where everyone’s expecting to see the guy they recognize from TV like he crawled straight out of a technicolor tube. Least I can do for them is deliver the goods! That’s the lot in life of a corporate eccentric. And, being this is a public broadcast of a kind, I figured I oughtta draw myself that way for you, too.

But another one of you asked something just like this! So, my Nordic friend, I’ll give you the rundown: 

When nobody much has to see me, I got a whole different bag. This is something I wear when I just wanna take it easy—crazy comfortable, if it ain’t much to look at. Now if you unfold this letter, you’ll reveal a few examples of stuff I’ve worn recently, a far more funky bunch. Watch it, because there might be one or two printed in full color under that fold there.

Oh, sorry.

My muse got yours pregnant. Send a “♣” for their reaction.

I hate to break this to you Hiccup but you’re a man… you don’t have… Just…

Time... that was a concept that had long since eluded Jack's understanding. Days and nights would mesh together as the sprite often found himself crossing time zones time and time again. There were times where a day felt as if it’d drawn out to the expansion of several weeks; or perhaps several weeks compacted into a single day.  Mornings faded into daunting nights that always wore Jackson taut like a wire. Perhaps he was more of the morning person?

Jack always traveled. He always mapped the globe searching for new and far off things yet to be discovered and mapped into the wind’s memory. Perhaps it was the constant curiosity to go beyond and explore what has yet to be explored that often brought the fae into that constant endeavor. Time was not of his interest, in fact, it was the least of his possible concerns. In the subject of time – what he held was limitless. Though, he couldn’t imagine how those who did have such limitations could stand wasting their times stuck in the same remedial position.

Humans were baffling at times.

But not all.

There was one that always managed to tickle into the forefront of the winter spirit’s subconscious. What an impression the auburnet made on Jack, indeed. Vikings were those who were rumored to be plunderers and conquerors of the vast unknown, but not this one in particular. He was a hiccup; he was Hiccup. Slender, freckled and bony – those weren’t adjectives one would expect an heir to a tribe to harbor, but they were rightfully fitting in any case…

What a first impression that kid could make. Little did Jack know that fumbling, walking fishbone would eventually bring Jack so drawn in. Yes, indeed first impressions were not Hiccup’s forte, if Jack was allowed to think so boldly of.

The sights of the lithe youth mixed between the crowds of his Viking heritage, Jack Frost was nonetheless intrigued immediately when the wind decidedly drove him off course - to a certain heavily wintered area. Berk was it? Anyhow, with interest quipped, Jack followed closely and did what he did best: observed. But it was apparent that the usual interactions Jack was familiar with (which were none) was not this case. Immediately he’d been spotted and questioned and eventually feared. Who in the stars was Jokul Frosti and why did he expect the winter wielder to bury him in snow if he wasn’t pleased?

Viking myths were weird.

Boy, how fast attachment worked. But when having not a soul see you for centuries, could it really be a surprise?

Eventually the time came for Jack to leave and allow the scarce few spring and summer months come take their course in Berk. The faster he left, the faster he could return, right? Oh, if only. With what felt like only months passing was about the time Jack decided to returned to see that little Viking once again. His little Viking.

The fae rode clouds of puffy white into the region, subtly signaling his arrival of course.

((As a note this is more with a modern Hiccup.)) Hiccup was tired of being alone. High school had been shit, college wasn’t much better. Sure there wasn’t any drama but he’d already been turned down by multiple people and it had only been 3 months into college. Hiccup had always been the guy who figured out his own problems. And this time? this time he’d found a solution to his love life. It had happened when he looked down at his prosthetic leg. Sure it was metal under neath but it was smart, moving with his brain and coated in a skin like substance. It looked real, felt real, moved real. Why couldn’t he just make a person the same way? It had been almost 5 months since he started working. And now he was.. done. Hiccup stood up, cracking his back as he smiled quirkily at the white haired male in front of him. He was perfect. Perfect physically at least. he’d have to turn him on to find out if the software worked. “Okay, here goes nothing.” He sighed softly and plugged in the USB download in Jacks neck.