Hiccup was greeted by the ding of the bell && the swooshing of elevator doors invited him as his feet led onward, a curt nod toward Astrid a simple greeting once he found a comfortable distance between himself && her new friend inside the elevator. The college he currently attended was quite large, so it was no surprise that Hiccup did not recognize soft, pale features && striking cerulean eyes. The boy was certainly pleasing to the eye; cropped platinum strands meticulously styled in a thin coat of gel, baritone voice carrying through the enclosed space with an underlying confidence that carried in his posture as well. There appeared to be a childish demeanor beneath the facade of an older self, finding the giddy laughter that shook at his being && the way a large, bright smile caused a light crinkle at the corner of his eyes to be utterly endearing. Hiccup certainly hoped that Astrid would introduce him soon, as he was wildly curious about this mysterious boy.
But the exchange of names never occurred; rather, SHARP, accented Norwegian speech reeled at the female’s attention, forest hues following the light bouncing of heels as he began to speak excitedly to his friend. Dark brows knitted together at their banter, narrowing lids minutely as confusion clouded his thoughts. Hiccup’s Norwegian was quite rusty, though he was certainly able to take out small bits of the conversation before combining the pieces && solving the puzzle; the boy was talking about HICCUP.
&& He FLUSHED.
The sudden HEAT flared beneath his skin, red blotches covering freckles in a soft glow && the color sweeping down to lightly tint the expanse of neck, ending with it lightly covering his collarbone. He was swooning, Hiccup noted with a slight dip of his head. The sudden onslaught of compliments rang in his ears, deafening him to the hums of the elevator && eager words that were spoken now echoing within his thoughts. This was all new to Hiccup, as none had ever given him the attention this boy was giving, albeit in an indirect manner. He tried to hide how blatant his blush was, only to fail as the back of his neck flared at the sensation of eyes landing upon him. With his cover now blown, all he could do was wait, praying that the elevator would cease its journey downward && open its doors to cooler air that lungs so desperately craved.
Hiccup did not have to wait long, as the sudden jerk of the room caused him to stumble a bit before regaining balance, palm trembling as he raked fingers through the dark mess of hair. All that was given from Astrid was a minute wink when Jack’s gaze averted elsewhere, hinting to Hiccup that she knew fully well that he too spoke Norwegian, though purposely failed to inform her friend of such details. All he could respond with was a disappointed shake of his head, gaze falling away from Astrid’s retreating figure to land upon the shorter male exiting with her. The blush continued to linger, even long after they exited && Hiccup found himself face-first into his pillow, groaning at the fact that he might very well have a crush; && the crush, not-so-subtly, liked him back. ‘Interesting’ could not even begin to describe the day he’s had.
&& it was only the FIRST DAY.
Sleep was a blessing on that night; pictures of emerald eyes sparkling in sunlight, brunette tresses ruffled in the wind, and lips upturned in a most beautiful smile. The dream is far too short, though, only coming forth near the ends of sleep, easing the pale man from the Sandman’s grasp only minutes before his alarm. It’s too early to be so happy, but he finds himself excited for his first real day of classes. He’s supposed to be meeting Astrid this morning. They’d grab a cup of coffee (Jack likes frappucinos with extra whipped cream and lots of sugar) and then make their way to their first class. He doesn’t really mind that his alarm is only just going off when he’s already dressed and ready to style his hair, doesn’t mind that his cheeks kind of hurt from how wide his smile is, and he doesn’t mind when he waits ten minutes to meet Astrid even though it’s cold out and his nose has reddened. And for the record, he still can’t stop thinking about those pretty emerald eyes and the brown hair that looked so so soft. When the blonde girl finally arrives, Jack is trembling, but she knows he doesn’t mind, in fact, he likes it and people say it’s weird to like the cold so much but Jack, quite frankly, doesn’t care. He couldn’t care less even if he tried. He doesn’t even spare the blonde a “hello” before launching straight into an excited overflow of words and phrases that probably mesh into a buzz of sound in Astrid’s ears. It’s way too early for Jack to be this excited. Especially on a school day.
