#also yes that Is a slightly older post httyd3cup

[frystsnow]

❝ you ever wish you could just stay in one moment? ❞

ㅤ'be quiet for a second, won't ya? you'll miss the shooting star again and i won't be responsible!'ㅤpouting, the winter spirit incessantly pulls on the berkian chief's fur coat and points to the starry heavens not for the first time that night. through bubbling laughter, håkan ( finally ) obeys and scans the skyーand is met with the night alight in celestial rainfall. starlit paths are paved across the once-dark horizon, and the man with constellations mapping his skin can only stare in awestruck wonder as the sky painted alive waves hello. he does not notice the warm adoration of icy blue eyes looking upon him as if he were all the stars found in the sky.

ㅤa breath that lasts fleeting lifetimes pass before them, then the shooting stars begin to wane until the stars fade to subdued burning above them. jack faces his lover in triumph with an expression that seems to say,ㅤtold ya so.ㅤ'so, did ya make a wish?'ㅤthe spark of challenge is enough to bring håkan back from his stupor, a light rouge dusting his cheeks. the viking makes no remark of jack's smugness and instead mulls over his query for a few moments, hand poised beneath his chin as a finger taps idly on his fading scar. a moment passes, as transient as a glance passed between almost-soulmates, and håkan says,ㅤ'you ever wish you could just stay in one moment?'

ㅤ❝sometimes, sure. who doesn't?❞ㅤthe young immortal props his body against the berkian's shoulder once more, sighing in contentment as bare feet swing on the cliff's edge.ㅤ❝i mean i'd like to slack off more often out here, but my chieftain insists to keep me working to the bone when all i want is some time with him!❞ㅤit has been quite some time since they could last camp out in their cove like this, and the island is ever unchanging. the roaring tides far beneath them are a muted ambience accompanied by the gentle drifting sea breeze. the night remains the same each time they visit, now that the spectacle has gone by, and the forest behind them sways in the constant idyllic manner as it always has. jack does not need his reflection to know that he is the one who has changed the least amongst their primordial surroundings. it is a moment near-entirely encapsulated in time.

ㅤand yet wintry lashes flutter in the frigid breeze, head lifting with a hesitant pause and hovering in the halting silence too long. moments upon breaths, like all things that come and leave. jack shifts his body to stare at the visage of his mortal lover, like stargazing: the same evergreen light in his eyes / the wrinkling of youth in his features / boyish still in the subtle, gradual weathering of age.

ㅤpale fingers raise up to tuck freckled face on his palms, scratching lightly at his growing beard and feeling the settling weight of his head resting on cool palm. håkan has been growing his hairs out more often, hasn't he? there had been a timeㅤ( years in what seems like only days back )ㅤas an heir where he had diligently shaved them off from how itchy they would get. he particularly likes to harp on jack about a memory where the spiritㅤ( after warning his foolish lover that he was not made to handle knives )ㅤhad cut his jaw and how håkan simply laughed even as blood streamed across his throat. what else has changed, he wonders? the flow of time is a strange marvel to witness so intimately as it mirrors the face of winter's beloved.

ㅤcalloused fingers touch jack frost, the curve of håkan's palm resting unto his jaw as if his hand was made to house the shape of his body.ㅤas it always has, as it always will.ㅤ'is that the wish of the o' so revered jokul frosti? more time to laze the day away?'ㅤhis smile is crooked and wide, feigning innocence. jack likes to kiss his upper lip just where his endearing little tooth gap is, but finds himself presently mesmerized in the deepening smile lines around his mouth. so many features that he has memorized from nights traced with jack's fingers / lips / memory. if håkan were to bear his heart open now, jack would know its every muscle, vessel, secrets, and fears tucked away down to its ventricles. perhaps it is not so much the threat of passing time, but rather... growth, nurturing and ever-expanding. he has loved every version of hiccup / håkan / dragon rider / chieftain, and he will love the futures he has yet to meet. time intervenes, but love also grows, youthful and daring and ours still.

ㅤ❝i've got an even better wish in mind.❞ㅤthe stars continue to orbit them endlessly and longingly overhead, but mortal and immortal remain.ㅤthey stay.ㅤjack smiles as their lips brush together longingly / endlessly, the beat of a shy heart in his chest.ㅤ❝try 'n guess what it is, and you get a really nice prize.❞ㅤgods, how i love you so.