“He doesn’t have to know.” Jack muttered, fighting with the choice of how exactly he’d go after Kevin. “As far as he’s concerned, he’s dead for completely unrelated reasons.” Well, at least Jack was still thinking logically. But all this anger…Jack felt the red heat down to his bones, and he itched to do something (anything!) to make Kevin experience the hurt he saw deep in Hiccup’s eyes. The hurt that had been buried for too long, slowly eating away at the sweetest brunett Jack could ever know. He’d do anything to make sure Hiccup was safe and happy and…and that though scared him a little. But Jack wasn’t running away this time. “Hiccup..he won’t hurt you again. Not while I’m here.”
I watched him, my jaw slightly slacked the entire time as he spoke.
Suddenly, I got off the bed. “You really don’t get it, do you?” I asked rhetorically. “Kevin is insane, Jack. He will have you killed if you cross him too severely. Why do you think he has it out for me?” I asked before crossing my arms, and looking down. “He’s mad because I wouldn’t give him what he wanted..and took the title from him out of spite. If anyone deserves head of the Riders by example of mercilessness and knowing how to hurt someone, it’s him. I took it from him because I was angry at him for what he did…so I punched him in the temple and he went down. Since then he’s tried everything from bribes to threats to get me to step down.” I looked back up at Jack. “You don’t understand, Jack. He will stop at nothing to either get what he wants, or make sure he gets his revenge. If you try to beat him up; Jack he..” I put my hand on his shoulder. “He’ll come after you ten times worse than I ever could..”
He started slightly when Hiccup was suddenly off the bed and across the room. stomach sinking as he was explained the entity of Kevin. Still, it did nothing to quell the rage he felt, and how badly Jack wanted to wrap his hands around Kevin’s throat. But the worry and the terror in Hiccup’s voice, his mannerisms, the way Hiccup’s eyes were screaming for Jack to just BACK DOWN!!!, despite Hiccup’s own hate… Well, it wasn’t like Jack could hold his own in a fist-fight. “I wasn’t intending on beating him up, Hiccup. But…I-I get your point.” Jack worried his bottom lip between his teeth, a hand coming up to rest over-top Hiccup’s on his shoulder. “I promise. I won’t do anything irrational, alright?” But that won’t keep me from hating his fucking guts.
"No." I said quickly and shook my head. "You can’t– you can’t do anything. Nothing more than what has already happened." I said. "Please Jack I don’t want you getting hurt. You saw what he did to me by just a single punch now just.." I gripped his shoulder tighter as tears fought for room in my eyes. I never told anyone about this, and now that I have..all the repressed emotions are starting to peak. My voice was now softer; a whisper as I tried not to let the hot, salty liquid run down my cheeks. "Please.." I whispered.
The pain in his voice, the way he tried to fight the tears back, and how he practically clung to Jack’s shoulder…Jack let out a soft breath, and reached forward, looping his fingers into Hiccup’s belt loops and pulling the punk toward him. One step, and another…and when Hiccup was all but sitting on Jack, scrawny arms lifted up and around, lacing behind Hiccup’s back. Jack laid his head against Hiccup’s stomach, ear pressed flat a few inches above his belly-button. Sometimes, Jack hated his secret angry streak. Granted, he didn’t have many episodes to hate but…Hiccup was right. If Jack listened to his anger…who was to say he’d walk away? “It’s okay. It’s alright, Hiccup.” he murmured, lifting his head enough to look up at Hiccup’s slightly red eyes. “I won’t do anything. Even if I’d really, really like to. I won’t.”
I was hesitant to comply to his wishes when he pulled on my belt loops, but I straddled his lap anyway. He rested his head against my torso and I cupped my mouth with my hand. My other arm dangled off his shoulder as hot tears spilled down my cheeks. Shallow, shaky breaths that Jack could most likely feel against his ear kept me in check; kept me from going into hysterics as I wept silently. With a big inhale, I ran my hand down my chin, and sighed as I angrily wiped my tears away.
The entire time, I stated at the wall.
I looked down at him when he told me he wouldn’t, and I cleared my throat before replying. “Pro-promise me. Never, ever, …go after him.”