snowballs-n-funtimes

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Jack honestly was surprised when the brunet opened his eyes and pinned him with a stare. He himself froze, salt and pepper brows pinching in confusion as he tried to figure this out. Did Hiccup…see him or was he looking through him like all the others? When he spoke though, Jack let out a soft breath, brows lifting as his eyes widened.

“W-wait….you…you see me?” He looked like a scared animal, staring at him in disbelief. He went silent, staring at him for a moment before he tried to remember what he’d been asked.

Oh yes, why was he in his bed.

“I…well..I didn’t think anyone could see me..” He admitted lowly, “Sometimes I do this to…try to feel normal.” Jack had sat up, flitting to the end of his bed to perch there like a little bird, watching Hiccup as he gripped his staff and cloak tight to himself.

“ Yeah, I can certainly see the guy who flew through my window and tried to shimmy into bed with me. ” Hiccup snorted, blearily sitting up from his bed. It wasn’t like he was tired or anything. No of course not, not today, after flying and diving and gliding with Toothless for about three fourths of the day because Dad was trying to talk to him about it again and well, here he is now, talking to a frost spirit. All in a good day’s not-work.

The viking squinted at the white headed spirit balancing on the rest of his bed. He looked… sheepish? If he was more awake, he might’ve felt guilty for practically shooing the spirit out of his bed. For now though, all he could do was stare apprehensively.

“ What, is that like… a cloak of… invisibility? Or something? ” A thought struck him.

“ Wait, ‘normal’? "