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Jack fought to make his tongue work enough to answer her. He’d never thought someone higher born than himself was all that different or special, but that was before he needed directly please them. More than a few times he’d been told by his mother and others from his village how vital it was to keep the ruling class happy. For his family’s sake alone he fully intended to be and do whatever Merida wanted. But still, being and doing are two different things.

“Begging your pardon, highness,” he managed, stooping into another bow. “I just figured while I was here I’d make myself useful.”

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"Easy, boy, easy... It's all right." 

Jack offered up a hand for the horse to get a sniff. He kept his movements slow and calm, letting the Clydesdale come to him. It didn't hurt his chances, either, to have an apple slice behind his back. 

"That's it. See? I'm a friend."

With one hand hovering near to the horse's long cheek, Jack held out the peace-offering apple slice; one chomp and it was gone. The boy grinned triumphantly, laughing as the stallion nuzzled and gently cropped his hair. "Don't tell on me, big guy, all right?"

“Well, then the others must be in even worse shape.

...

Sometimes it’s hard to keep yourself entertained when you live forever. But in a world so vast and constantly changing, most days are easy to make fun. Only those occasional humps of absolute boredom can really get you down. Thankfully, today started with the promise of discovering something new.

A small encampment of people, holding out against the inevitable winter, had settled themselves in a valley to keep out of the howling wind. One big fire pit blazed in the middle, surrounded by a circle of tents. Jack stayed well back from the flames but he couldn’t resist coming a little closer to listen to the stories. Night after night, he came back to hear what happened next or what new story would be told. He always sat near to a little girl, the only child of the whole group it seemed. Her parents looked important, well dressed and wore jewelry.

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

Hiccup gently held onto Merida’s wrist. It did look bad, but at this point there was no turning back. Literally there was no way to turn back from this.

He was running through the alleyway, turning corners until he ended up at a dead-end. Jack panted as he turned around, already hearing voices and footsteps making their way towards him. He was screwed. It was as simple as that. It had started with someone catching another mutant using their powers. The man have started to get physical with them and stupidly Jack had stepped in to try and stop the conflict. Of course the guy's anger just ended up turning to him, and due to the fact Jack had gotten scared he had almost ended up turning the guy into an ice sculpture. After his little display he had ran for it with the crowd following close behind. And now here he was with his back quite literally to the wall as he tried to think of something, anything to help him get out of this situation.