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A laugh filled the air as Jack Frost flew over the Island of Berk, the North Wind sent him tumbling, only to wrap around his body and throw him back up into the air. With a wave of his staff, Jack sent a layer of snow down on the Island. He wasn’t sure why he felt compelled to Shepherd the snowstorms, they came here on their own well enough, or why his snow was softer, kinder, than the ones that came from above, but he took pride in the fact that the people below, all of a strong, sturdy build, didn’t cower inside their homes when the cold fell.

Vikings, he somehow knew on sight though he couldn’t recall ever being told.

In fact, he was only ever told his name and that was all. Even the Wind, his constant companion, was silent on the matter. He knew that the Wind he followed had a mind of its own, she did like to play and blow him off course, but it wasn’t much for talking.

Humans, well, he was learning not to go near the humans. He didn’t know why they couldn’t see or hear him, nor did he know why, or how, they could walk right through him like he didn’t even exist. But he knew that it hurt when they did, and not just the stabbing warmth it sent through his stomach.

the warmth made him feel like he was missing something, and as a result, left him longing after something he could not even name.

The whole matter left a bitter taste in his mouth and made his head hurt.

Now, the other Spirits, ‘cause that is what he supposed he was, a spirit, were a different matter entirely. They, unlike the humans, could see him. in his ten years he had only come across a few, a tiny hummingbird with a tooth clutched in her small hands and a rather large and grumpy rabbit came to mind, but they treated him no different than the Humans did after they found out that he was a Winter Spirit. they’d breeze off, mumbling about how his kind can’t be trusted. how he was too unpredictable and dangerous. this hurt more than not being seen to Jack. the Humans’ he assumed, couldn’t help it. The other Immortals could, however, and that simple fact made their indifference hurt all the more. They knew he existed, they just didn’t care.

The Wind blew him down on a thin current, making him land just outside of the woods. “Hey, take me back up! I do not want to be down here! Wind?” It whistled around his ears, playing with tufts of his snow white hair, to show that it was still there, but would not pick him back up.

He huffed and kicked at the snow, why did she make him come down here?

the sound of a laugh came from up ahead and a smallish boy came out of the woods, a large black dragon trailing behind him.

The boy stopped laughing and looked right at Jack. “Who are you?” the boy asked, coming closer. Jack looked behind his back, and saw nothing but snow and trees.

Turning back to the boy, who was watching him with an odd look on his face, Jack gestured to himself, jabbing a pale hand into his chest. “Me?” he asked in a cracked sounding voice.

His eyes widened, was he really losing his voice? Disuse, he summarized sadly.

When the boy nodded, Jack felt like he couldn’t breath. “You-You can see me?” he gasped out.

“Of course I can, why wouldn’t I?”

Jack just laughed and rushed to the boy, quickly drawing back when the dragon growled and bared its teeth.

“Toothless, down,” the boy warned, placing a hand on the beasts nose and pushing it down.

The dragon looked up with wide green eyes, reminding Jack of a giant kicked puppy.

“Sorry about that, he gets a bit protective around new people.” When Jack just stared blankly back, still not fully comprehending that the boy coould really see him, The boy held out a freckled hand. “My names Hiccup Haddock, what’s yours?”

Jack coughed, trying to clear his throat. “Jack Frost.”

Tentatively, Jack reached for the offered hand, half expecting to pass through like he always did. When his hand met flesh and bone instead of air, he grabbed hold of Hiccup’s wrist and ran his fingers over the warm skin, mesmerized.
When he saw the boy shiver and move to pull his captive hand away, Jack dropped it with a guilty look. “Sorry,” Jack murmured.
“‘s okay, you’re just really cold.” Hiccup gave what could only be categorized as an awkward smile.Jack just smiled back.

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A laugh filled the air as Jack Frost flew over the Island of Berk, the North Wind sent him tumbling, only to wrap around his body and throw him back up into the air. With a wave of his staff, Jack sent a layer of snow down on the Island. He wasn’t sure why he felt compelled to Shepherd the snowstorms, they came here on their own well enough, or why his snow was softer, kinder, than the ones that came from above, but he took pride in the fact that the people below, all of a strong, sturdy build, didn’t cower inside their homes when the cold fell.

Vikings, he somehow knew on sight though he couldn’t recall ever being told.

In fact, he was only ever told his name and that was all. Even the Wind, his constant companion, was silent on the matter. He knew that the Wind he followed had a mind of its own, she did like to play and blow him off course, but it wasn’t much for talking.

Humans, well, he was learning not to go near the humans. He didn’t know why they couldn’t see or hear him, nor did he know why, or how, they could walk right through him like he didn’t even exist. But he knew that it hurt when they did, and not just the stabbing warmth it sent through his stomach.

the warmth made him feel like he was missing something, and as a result, left him longing after something he could not even name.

The whole matter left a bitter taste in his mouth and made his head hurt.

Now, the other Spirits, ‘cause that is what he supposed he was, a spirit, were a different matter entirely. They, unlike the humans, could see him. in his ten years he had only come across a few, a tiny hummingbird with a tooth clutched in her small hands and a rather large and grumpy rabbit came to mind, but they treated him no different than the Humans did after they found out that he was a Winter Spirit. they’d breeze off, mumbling about how his kind can’t be trusted. how he was too unpredictable and dangerous. this hurt more than not being seen to Jack. the Humans’ he assumed, couldn’t help it. The other Immortals could, however, and that simple fact made their indifference hurt all the more. They knew he existed, they just didn’t care.

The Wind blew him down on a thin current, making him land just outside of the woods. “Hey, take me back up! I do not want to be down here! Wind?” It whistled around his ears, playing with tufts of his snow white hair, to show that it was still there, but would not pick him back up.

He huffed and kicked at the snow, why did she make him come down here?

the sound of a laugh came from up ahead and a smallish boy came out of the woods, a large black dragon trailing behind him.

The boy stopped laughing and looked right at Jack. “Who are you?” the boy asked, coming closer. Jack looked behind his back, and saw nothing but snow and trees.

Turning back to the boy, who was watching him with an odd look on his face, Jack gestured to himself, jabbing a pale hand into his chest. “Me?” he asked in a cracked sounding voice.

His eyes widened, was he really losing his voice? Disuse, he summarized sadly.

When the boy nodded, Jack felt like he couldn’t breath. “You-You can see me?” he gasped out.

“Of course I can, why wouldn’t I?”

Jack just laughed and rushed to the boy, quickly drawing back when the dragon growled and bared its teeth.

“Toothless, down,” the boy warned, placing a hand on the beasts nose and pushing it down.

The dragon looked up with wide green eyes, reminding Jack of a giant kicked puppy.

“Sorry about that, he gets a bit protective around new people.” When Jack just stared blankly back, still not fully comprehending that the boy coould really see him, The boy held out a freckled hand. “My names Hiccup Haddock, what’s yours?”

Jack coughed, trying to clear his throat. “Jack Frost.”

Tentatively, Jack reached for the offered hand, half expecting to pass through like he always did. When his hand met flesh and bone instead of air, he grabbed hold of Hiccup’s wrist and ran his fingers over the warm skin, mesmerized.
When he saw the boy shiver and move to pull his captive hand away, Jack dropped it with a guilty look. “Sorry,” Jack murmured.
“‘s okay, you’re just really cold.” Hiccup gave what could only be categorized as an awkward smile.Jack just smiled back.