Okay, you know what? No — you know what? I'm not gonna just text you. Because I've been looking for you for the past week and all I've gotten is info on a couple of sights from word of mouth of some vague flying boy with a stick. Basically, everyone's barely seen you and considering the last time I saw you, that's weird.
Seriously, you were fine one second and then suddenly — gone. Look, if I, if I did something, Jack, I'm sorry. But honestly I have no idea what I could have done.
Is it the whole presents thing? Yeah, yeah, I know. It was probably ... too much. I know that. And from now on, anything you get from me will be, uhh, I don't know, coupons. Because they really need to stop handling those out. I really don't need — ah, anyway.
Hollow's weeny planning! That's gotta be it, right? You're off putting together stuff for that bizarre costume thing with the scary stuff or whatever. Right, that's ... that's totally it. [He doesn't sound totally convinced of himself.]
[There's a heavy sigh and the rambling voice softens, the concern highlighted in his tone.] Look, I'm just ... I'm worried about you, Jack. Just give me some sign, some hint that you're alright. At least that much. Okay?
i only want a free snow day if i get you with it i could use a good deal of that fun youve promised the childish, carefree kind no struggle from me ill accept it gladly
[It's one of those nights where Jack isn't in the house, where the magic-creating boy is probably out somewhere in the sky making a snowfall. That's what Hiccup assumes anyway. It's alright when he's gone, for the most part. Hiccup's a grown man and can very well handle being in his room on his own — Katniss is elsewhere in the house and Toothless is in his stable; it's not like he's alone.
But tonight is different. He wakes up in a sweat, heavily breathing and swallowing hard. That nightmare returns. It's been months since he's seen it. But it's there, keeping him awake in the night, kicking the blanket off with a good foot. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he tries to collect himself. He's a grown man, he thinks again, and he should be tougher than this to be able to deal with a few bad dreams, but even if it fights it, he'll always be fragile when it comes to those images.
He doesn't want to wake Katniss. He woke her the other night when he'd brought her the extra blankets, and he wouldn't want to bother her again so soon. Toothless is an obvious option. He'd need to put his metal piece on and climb down the ladder to the ground. Except ... there's someone more particular that he keeps thinking of, that he wants to see right now (not to mention, his body feels too hot from the panic-induced sweat; he'd suffocate against the dragon's scales right now).]
[ Jack will never understand a lot about himself, but he's still aware of things even without being able to uncover the roots of them. like the fact that he can't stay in one place forever, it makes him restless and irritable like a wolf pacing in a cage, and if he doesn't go out to wander freely then he starts to feel like he's going to snap. since he doesn't need to sleep, there's no better time than night to get that fey wildness out of his system. spending the daytime tethered to Hiccup or Katniss or Nimue has been good; it's a unique comfort, getting to laze around when there's actually company. at home it's a lonely, miserable thing that hits him if he stops for too long.
he's just walking along the rooftops and power lines of the city tonight, enjoying the calm he gets from cold, quiet evenings (even if it comes with a sting when the hours go by and there's no dream sand weaving through the air, something that should be homesickness but first lances through him as a terrible grief, he's dead and it's my fault) — and he isn't at all expecting the text. most people he knows have to sleep, and he can't imagine why the ones that don't would need to message him for anything.
it's Hiccup. his pulse does something strange in his chest, the magic flaring up and skittering. ]
just wandering around. something wrong?
[ at first he thinks that he must have screwed up again, racking his brain for anything he might have done recently or any secrets Hiccup could have uncovered, but when he can't recall anything he decides to just wait. and worry. ]
[ it's been a while since solas heard from jack, but that doesn't mean he hasn't been watching for him-- out in the city, and particularly on the network. .. elf-dad is worried, son. ]
I haven't heard from you recently, and I wanted to know if you're well. I imagine this season is somewhat stressful for you, so I also wished to extend an invitation. My home here is open to you at any time, day or night, should you wish to talk or simply need a refuge. [ a thoughtful pause. ] If I am not home.. I'll leave a window open, or you may have the spare key-- whichever you prefer.
[ ... oh. that's so— Jack is used to hearing things like that from Hiccup, and although he never finds it any less touching, he's managed to explain it to himself as something entirely to do with Hiccup being too nice for his own good. nothing about Jack. even as that's starting to be disproven by things like "you matter to me" it's still the conclusion he defaults to. and here's Solas, offering something much the same, opening his home to Jack, something no one at home would do in a thousand years. that doesn't... that doesn't make sense, that can't be rationalised by Jack's usual process.
he doesn't know what it means, that so many people here are being kind to him like this, but it sets the fey pulse of magic, the mock heartbeat, aflutter in his chest. it makes him feel light and a little bit dizzy.
this is the first time he's felt this happy all week. moping around the treehouse and the forest has subdued the majority of the bitterness starting to creep up on him, the claustrophobia that would set in if he didn't have Hiccup and Katniss to escape to because Christmas is everywhere even here and now he can't just fly away to a country where it isn't so — loud. but he's still sullen and moody, and it's made all the worse by the knowledge that if he snaps now, everyone will see what a petty, jealous brat he is. ]
Hiccup and Katniss should send you a gift basket, man, I'm sure they're getting sick of me being in the treehouse all the time. If— [ and he hesitates just a little, ] If you're sure it's okay, I, uh... I might drop by some time soon. The rest of the city is just kind of too much for me right now, you know?
[ it's such a well-timed offer that he wants to laugh. he's been fretting that Hiccup and Katniss are getting somewhat sick of his constant presence, even if they would never say anything, and sometimes he doesn't want the quiet solitude of the forest. even hiding away in Solas' empty home would be something unfamiliarly sweet; a reminder that he is more wanted here, that he won't be cast aside by everyone in favour of Christmas. ]
Mr. Frost, isn't it? This is Harry Hart--from the masquerade.
It appears I'll be needing to render your services of the snowy sort. It's very important to me, enough that I'll pay handsomely or work out a fair and proper reimbursement if you'd be so kind as to oblige.
[ Christmas morning there is a brown-wrapped, plain package tied with a green bow on Jack's bed/branch/etc. The tag reads YOUR OTHER MAGICAL POWER!! --LOKI XOXO and inside is a fitting gift.
Giving presents out for a monotheistic holiday seems like the thing to do when no one expects it of him, and so. ]
[ on Christmas Eve, Jack didn't go to sleep; he probably wouldn't have been able to even if he wanted, with the emotional turmoil he always feels over Christmas, worse than ever now that he's actually met North and can't just hate him anymore. the gut-punch delivered by the "gift" he so stupidly asked the Eudio representatives to send him on the 24th doesn't help either. he wanders instead, and eventually comes back to the treehouse roof to brood.
when Christmas morning dawns, it's with a feeling of dread that Jack approaches the whole day, and that only seems validated when he finds a wrapped present on his bed, a sick feeling rising in him while his stomach drops out — but it's... from Loki. and that doesn't seem so bad, maybe because Loki always seems to understand better when Jack complains about being passed over, or because he knows that Loki absolutely doesn't celebrate Christmas, or because getting a gift from Loki makes him feel kind of giddy.
there's still a bad feeling over it, but it's just exhaustion instead of anger, and he thinks that— maybe he can deal with this one. he's not sure. ]
so i take it you missed the "don't buy jack presents" announcement this month
it's kind of a hike, i live in a treehouse out in the woods so if you don't want to lug the thing all the way here, how about we pick a place to meet up instead?
[During the middle of the 14th, Jack may find a small package wrapped in cloth containing a dyed leather bracelet. There's a message written, but may require some deciphering as it's written in old Norse. Upon translation, if able, it reads:]
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you ready?
it's time to eat your way through history
(this is peter btw)
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switch to audio. ( 2/???? ) i'm a liar
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7/7 DONE okay enjoy
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audio. enjoy more of his voice BECAUSE NO FUCK YOU JACK
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text. nothing is worth this much stupidity
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text. this is the life you chose hiccup
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i could use a good deal of that fun youve promised
the childish, carefree kind
no struggle from me
ill accept it gladly
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i think i can do that for you
is this a party booking or a private session
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but yeah no problem! consider it done. are you GOING on a sleigh ride??
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lsdkjf;sdf NELSON THOMAS im cryin
one day i will invent the worst rich white kid name imaginable
omg i can't wait
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You'll be coming to Thanksgiving, that's what.
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The point is, we're having a Thanksgiving dinner next week and we'd like to invite you over. You can meet everyone you haven't yet. It'll be fun.
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But tonight is different. He wakes up in a sweat, heavily breathing and swallowing hard. That nightmare returns. It's been months since he's seen it. But it's there, keeping him awake in the night, kicking the blanket off with a good foot. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he tries to collect himself. He's a grown man, he thinks again, and he should be tougher than this to be able to deal with a few bad dreams, but even if it fights it, he'll always be fragile when it comes to those images.
He doesn't want to wake Katniss. He woke her the other night when he'd brought her the extra blankets, and he wouldn't want to bother her again so soon. Toothless is an obvious option. He'd need to put his metal piece on and climb down the ladder to the ground. Except ... there's someone more particular that he keeps thinking of, that he wants to see right now (not to mention, his body feels too hot from the panic-induced sweat; he'd suffocate against the dragon's scales right now).]
Hey, Jack? Where are you?
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he's just walking along the rooftops and power lines of the city tonight, enjoying the calm he gets from cold, quiet evenings (even if it comes with a sting when the hours go by and there's no dream sand weaving through the air, something that should be homesickness but first lances through him as a terrible grief, he's dead and it's my fault) — and he isn't at all expecting the text. most people he knows have to sleep, and he can't imagine why the ones that don't would need to message him for anything.
it's Hiccup. his pulse does something strange in his chest, the magic flaring up and skittering. ]
just wandering around. something wrong?
[ at first he thinks that he must have screwed up again, racking his brain for anything he might have done recently or any secrets Hiccup could have uncovered, but when he can't recall anything he decides to just wait. and worry. ]
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[ it's been a while since solas heard from jack, but that doesn't mean he hasn't been watching for him-- out in the city, and particularly on the network. .. elf-dad is worried, son. ]
I haven't heard from you recently, and I wanted to know if you're well. I imagine this season is somewhat stressful for you, so I also wished to extend an invitation. My home here is open to you at any time, day or night, should you wish to talk or simply need a refuge. [ a thoughtful pause. ] If I am not home.. I'll leave a window open, or you may have the spare key-- whichever you prefer.
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he doesn't know what it means, that so many people here are being kind to him like this, but it sets the fey pulse of magic, the mock heartbeat, aflutter in his chest. it makes him feel light and a little bit dizzy.
this is the first time he's felt this happy all week. moping around the treehouse and the forest has subdued the majority of the bitterness starting to creep up on him, the claustrophobia that would set in if he didn't have Hiccup and Katniss to escape to because Christmas is everywhere even here and now he can't just fly away to a country where it isn't so — loud. but he's still sullen and moody, and it's made all the worse by the knowledge that if he snaps now, everyone will see what a petty, jealous brat he is. ]
Hiccup and Katniss should send you a gift basket, man, I'm sure they're getting sick of me being in the treehouse all the time. If— [ and he hesitates just a little, ] If you're sure it's okay, I, uh... I might drop by some time soon. The rest of the city is just kind of too much for me right now, you know?
[ it's such a well-timed offer that he wants to laugh. he's been fretting that Hiccup and Katniss are getting somewhat sick of his constant presence, even if they would never say anything, and sometimes he doesn't want the quiet solitude of the forest. even hiding away in Solas' empty home would be something unfamiliarly sweet; a reminder that he is more wanted here, that he won't be cast aside by everyone in favour of Christmas. ]
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It appears I'll be needing to render your services of the snowy sort. It's very important to me, enough that I'll pay handsomely or work out a fair and proper reimbursement if you'd be so kind as to oblige.
Thank you much for your time.
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Giving presents out for a monotheistic holiday seems like the thing to do when no one expects it of him, and so. ]
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when Christmas morning dawns, it's with a feeling of dread that Jack approaches the whole day, and that only seems validated when he finds a wrapped present on his bed, a sick feeling rising in him while his stomach drops out — but it's... from Loki. and that doesn't seem so bad, maybe because Loki always seems to understand better when Jack complains about being passed over, or because he knows that Loki absolutely doesn't celebrate Christmas, or because getting a gift from Loki makes him feel kind of giddy.
there's still a bad feeling over it, but it's just exhaustion instead of anger, and he thinks that— maybe he can deal with this one. he's not sure. ]
so i take it you missed the "don't buy jack presents" announcement this month
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thanks
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well now i have but i don't know where you live or how to give it to you.
you should tell me so i can give you your birthday present.
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so if you don't want to lug the thing all the way here, how about we pick a place to meet up instead?
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yeah, of course
whatever you need noah
what's up?
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we can pretend my drnkk text the other month didnt happen
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http://eudionet.dreamwidth.org/366254.html?thread=46617774 (also cw sexual vulgarity)