“That’s super weird, dude.” Hiccup couldn’t help but stare at the new parts his friend had grown. “You look like the dog my dad would never let me have.”
“I look like a dog?” He let out a chuckle. “You’re wearing a vest made of fur.”
“Never met an English girl before? Well then, your life must have been terrible before I stumbled upon you. One must always know at least one English girl before they can say their life is complete.” Wendy’s blue eyes widened as the boy in front of her spoke of Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny. Her father often scolded her about still believing in such nonsense but she couldn’t bear to ever stop. “Of course, I know them. Well, I don’t know them know them. I’ve never met them in person, but I have heard of them. You know them? Are they exactly how we all think of them?”
Jack let out a chuckle. He had never met anyone before, period. "You have no idea,” he said, shaking his head. “Well, at least now I can say my life is complete.” He chuckled once more, involuntarily causing bits of snowflakes to fall from above him. Seeing the girl’s excitement and interest in the Guardians he’d specified only made the snowflakes grow in amount. “Uh, yeah, sort of. They’re kind of my co-workers. Even the Bunny, yeah.” He cringed, as if the mere name put him on some level of discomfort. “That… depends on how you think of them, I guess.”
“Can you- does it- work?” Hiccup reached down and tugged lightly at the tail.
“H- hey, no!” Jack said, frantically jumping back when Hiccup touched his tail. “This tail is sensitive. No touch.” He leaned back defensively, his ears tucked down shyly.
“You’re a very interesting one, Jack. I’ve never met anyone quite like you.” Wendy cocked her head to the side, unaware that she was staring fascinatingly at the boy. “Are there others like you?”
“Well, I’ve never met any English girls before so I could say the same.” The corners of his mouth tugged slightly to form a small smile. “And yeah, I mean, there are the Guardians. You know about Santa and the Easter Bunny, right?”
Wendy watched with excitement and fascination as the boy floated several feet in the air before her. As for his next trick she couldn’t practically contain herself. A bright smile spread across the girl’s face. He had made it snow, right there. “You’re amazing, Jack. You’re is magical and it’s not a trick. Right? I hope it’s not. Or a dream. Possibly this is a dream.”
Jack tried to hide his blushing; usually people would run off screaming instead of being impressed. “Well, it comes with the winter powers, I’ve noticed,” he said with a shrug.
“And it requires no fairy dust at all?” It was hard to wrap her head around such an idea. He truly was different than a fairy. He was different than any magical being she had ever met, though she was very limited on the amount. “Can it do anything else? Not that flying isn’t magnificent, because it is, but it seems like it could do more.”
He shook his head. “Nope!” He grinned, and floated up in the air out of excitement. That, and he wanted to prove to her that he wasn’t a lunatic. “Um, well, it helps me control ice and snow.” He shrugged, circling his staff a few times before snowflakes began to fall on the two of them.
“Unreturned emotions happen to be quite a common habit in my life.” Wendy’s expression had turned into a sort of sad smile. She understood what he meant, completely. The only difference seemed to be she was on the receiving end of her predicament and by the tone of Jack’s he was on the other side. Quickly, she returned her attention back to the object in his hand. “That wooden…stick-” she poked it with an extended forefinger, it felt as chilly as ice, “helps you fly?” The girl brought her hand to her chin in a thinking position, her mind whirring. “Do you have to think happy thoughts?”
“Oh?” he said, raising his brows in curiosity. “That’s too bad, then.” Their discussion then returned to his staff and he stretched his arm out so she could get a better view of the wooden object. “It does, yeah,” he answered with a nod. “But no, not necessarily. I do have to believe, though.” He smiled; remembering that before Jamie believed in him, he had to believe in himself. And that took a lot, even for Jack.
