It just wasn’t fair.
Normally, Jack didn’t really care who he was partnered up with for any project. But this time was different, because he wasn’t paired up with just anyone. He was paired up with Hayden Haddock, resident nerd. Nicknamed Hiccup due to his legendary, three month long case of the hiccups, he was exactly what came to mind when one thought of a nerd. He wore over-sized sweaters and large glasses that made his emerald green eyes appear even bigger than normal. He was gawky, clumsy, sarcastic, and he always smelled pleasantly like dirt and rain, a down to earth sort of scent. Not that Jack had noticed that last part himself, of course. Those features were enough to earn Hiccup a few rough shoves and the occasional rude name, but what really took the cake was how absolutely tiny Hiccup was. He stood at merely 5’1 and weighed a meager ninety pounds. (Jack had been in the waiting room when the nurse took these measurements.) Considering that Jack was small by Berk standards, standing at 5’8 and weighing a hundred and thirty-two pounds, Hiccup was practically a kitten in a town of mutated lions.
And Jack found it pretty damn adorable.
In fact, Hiccup as a whole was too cute for it to be legal, and it just wasn’t fair!
Why wasn’t it fair, you may ask? Well, the answer was rather simple. It wasn’t fair because it was going to be torture to have to spend so much time around Hiccup and not be able to kiss those thin, slightly chapped and somehow still alluring lips. In all honesty, Jack was surprised by just how strong the urge to taste the smaller teen’s lips was, considering he had only really began to notice him a few months before. He had caught Scott Jorgenson, Hiccup’s burly cousin who was known as Snotlout for reasons unknown, trying to shove the auburnette into a locker. Judging from the way they were both acting, it wasn’t the first time such a thing had occurred, and the idea of being pushed back into the tiny space obviously terrified Hiccup. Just thinking about the incident made Jack’s blood boil. Though most would expect him to be the type to bully others, Jack was quite the opposite. Maybe it was because he had gone through bullying when he was younger, or maybe he just had stronger morals than the others in his school. Either way, whenever he saw someone being mistreated, he stepped in without hesitation, and that situation was no different. Snotlout had left the school with a black eye and a bloody nose, as well as a warning: if he laid so much as a finger on Hiccup again, he’d have Jack to answer to. When Hiccup’s lips had pulled into that grateful little smile, Jack had been surprised by how fast his heart had began to beat. The urge had started then, and it had been torturing him all throughout their tentative, slowly growing friendship.
Jack was drawn out of his thoughts when the boy across from him gave a soft sigh. He blinked a few times, raising his eyes from the book he had been staring blankly at for the past few minutes, and instead looked to Hiccup. The sophomore was sitting on his bed, and it appeared he was having trouble focusing as well. His gaze was on the wall across from him, and he was drumming the textbook thoughtfully, his fingers moving as if he was playing an invisible piano. It was a habit that Jack had noticed quickly, and he found it rather interesting. Did Hiccup know how to play the piano? Was it something he did often, to the point where he tried to play it out of habit, even when he wasn’t at a piano? Or did he simply drum his fingers slightly different than other people?
“…Something wrong, Hiccup?” He asked quietly, furrowing his brow slightly. The boy in question was silent before giving a frustrated groan and flopping backwards onto his bed, resting his hands on his stomach. At this, Jack’s eyebrows raised, and he moved to sit beside Hiccup, tapping one of his feet lightly. “It seems like something is wrong,” He urged.
“Something is wrong.”
“What is it?”
“…Life,” Hiccup sighed, running his fingers through his hair as best he could without sitting up. His gaze slid to Jack, who gestured for him to elaborate. “There’s just…a lot going on. All those tests are coming up, and there’s a lot of pressure on me to get good grades on them,” Hiccup began, slowly pushing himself back into a sitting position, “And there’s something I really need to tell my dad, but I just know he won’t approve, and-and…” Hiccup trailed off, gripping his arms tightly. Jack seemed slightly unsure of what to do. He had seen first hand how Hiccup’s father could be, and he could understand why Hiccup was so determined to impress him. A disappointed Stoick as not a pleasant thing to experience. However, it seemed the Mayor was extremely hard to impress, and nothing Hiccup did was ever good enough. It was a lot of weight to bear on his thin shoulders, the weight of all the expectations that were placed upon him.
“It’s alright -” Jack began feebly, but fell silent when Hiccup began shaking his head, taking another deep breath.
“No, it’s not. It really, really is not alright, it is anything but alright, Jack,” Hiccup muttered, digging his nails into his arms. He was usually so good about hiding how his father’s constant disappointment in him made him feel, but he had been putting up with so much stress that the hard shell he had formed was beginning to crack, and Jack had no idea how to comfort him. For a moment, he just stared at the little teen beside him, his shoulders hunched over and his arms wrapped around in the embrace that no one else would give him. Finally, Jack decided to just go with whatever felt right.
So, with that though, he gently tilted Hiccup’s head up, and leaned down to kiss him.
And, much to Jack’s relief and pleasure, Hiccup kissed back.