For the first time in a while I woke up by myself; not because of some nightmare or Anna shaking me awake, but I woke up when my body said ‘Hey it’s time for you to open your eyes sleepyhead.’ However I wasn’t literally by myself. I slowly started to remember that I was in Jack’s dorm… and I was trashed last night.
I could feel his arms holding my little body tightly to his; my head in his chest and arms around his waist, but it was as if he was holding me to protect me.
I tried to wiggle out of his grip, but he groaned in response.
“Morning to you too.” His morning voice greeted.
“Sorry I woke you. I just need to get up.”
“Why? Just stay in bed with me.”
“Jack, unless you want me to pee all over you I suggest you release me.” He immediately opened his arms to set me free, but grabbed my wrist before I walked away.
“Don’t take too long.” he said. I responded by bending down to kiss him on the lips.
“I’ll try.” I speed walked to the bathroom to relieve myself and wash my face. When I looked in the mirror, that’s when I realized I wasn’t wearing my clothing. I was wearing a plain grey long sleeve that reached mid-thigh and my panties… did Jack change me last night.
I slightly wobbled back into the hallway, realizing quickly that I was still a little drunk, when I heard the sizzling of a pan and mumbling in the kitchen. I went over to check what was happening, only to find Hiccup flipping a pancake and mumbling to himself.
“Morning.” I smiled leaning into the doorframe. He looked up and tried to hide his flustered face with a smile.
“Morning.” He greeted back as he started stacking pancakes onto a plate. “You hungry?”
“Not yet, I don’t even think I’m quite sober yet.” I admitted as I took a seat on a stool by the counter.
“I don’t doubt that at all. We told you to slow down on those drinks.” He laughed as he poured me a cup of coffee. I gladly took it from him.
“What’s in that drink anyway? Nobody answered my question when I asked last night.”
“There’s rum, tequila, vodka, gin, coke and some other stuff.” He listed.
“What the-? I didn’t even taste all of that!”
“Nobody does, but that’s why we told you to drink them slowly.” He laughed as he put a plate of pancakes on the counter between us.
“But didn’t you drink some of those too?”
“Only one, then I stuck with soda for the rest of the night. I’m not a huge fan of drinking.” He admitted. “Plus I had to make sure Astrid was okay.”
“Did she sleep here?” I asked as I took a chunk off of a pancake.
“Yeah, and she’s going to be pretty hungover when she wakes up. I needed Julian to help me get her in the car, then I needed to cover her mouth when she got in here because she was singing so loud.”
“Astrid was singing?”
“At the top of her lungs. I’m surprised you didn’t hear us when we walked in.”
“Well, we were passed out and drunk so…”
“Whatever you say.” Hiccup smirked.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Do you know what you’re wearing?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I answered still confused. He just smirked and stared at me until I found the answer. Well let’s see; I was wearing Jack’s long sleeve and only my pan-
“Oh my god!” I realized. “We didn’t.”
“Sure you didn’t.” Hiccup smirked. “You both had a bit to drink, and I’m not a judgemental person.”
“We didn’t have sex Hiccup.” I groaned.
“Sure… and I don’t have a cat.” He laughed while eating. I groaned, thinking about what the others would possibly think.
“Okay, okay.” He held his hands up to show mercy. “You didn’t do it.”
“Yet…” he laughed.
“So what’s new with you?” I quickly changed the subject.
“Nothing really.” He shrugged.
“Really? You seemed pretty flustered when I walked in on you cooking.” I pointed out. Hiccup made a face that pretty much said ‘Well, shit.’, but he composed himself before showing anything else.
“Fine… but can you keep this between us?” he pleaded.
“Just you and me? You don’t want Astrid to know?”
“I especially don’t want Astrid to know.” He emphasized.
“What the hell is it?” I asked with genuine concern. Hiccup opened his mouth to talk, but checked the doorway to make sure Astrid and Jack weren’t there yet.
“Okay, it happened last night.” He began. “After you and Jack left, Q came to tell us you had gone. By this point of the night everyone has had plenty to drink. I mean Kristoff was helping your sister throw up in the bathroom, Astrid was ridiculously happy and dancing the hardest I’ve ever seen her dance; but then I saw Merida practically passed out on the couch. While Flynn was helping out Punzie, he tossed me her keys and told me to take Merida back to their dorm.”
“I don’t like the sound of this.”
“Well, I didn’t want to leave her, so of course I said yes. I put her in my car and drove her home. It was when we got to the dorm where… it happened.” He sighed and put his head in his hands. “I brought her to her room and tried to get her to bed… but when I put her down she pulled me on the bed. Merida started laughing and slurring things like, ‘You’re such a good guy Hiccup. Why can’t more guys like you exist?’ or ‘I wish I was dating you.’ Then… she said ‘I wish I could tell you how I feel without you rejecting me.’ That’s when… she kissed me.”
I covered my mouth to hide my gasp, but he didn’t make it any better by continuing.
“When she pulled away she said ‘I wish you could love me like you love her.’ Then passed out right on top of me.”
He stopped talking, probably allowing me to gather my thoughts before I said anything.
“So you guys didn’t…?”
“No! Right after she passed out I tucked her into bed, left a bucket thing by her bed in case she needed to throw up, left a note saying I dropped her home and left. The drive back to the house was torture because her words kept replaying in my head. When I found Astrid to bring her home, her first reaction was to kiss me and the guilt just amplified…” he trailed.
“Wow…” was all I could say.
“I know.” Hiccup sighed as he rubbed he eyes.
“What do I do Elsa? I honestly don’t know what to do. Help me.” He begged.
I felt really bad for him, but I don’t know whether I should take sides. It wasn’t him who initiated the act, but then again it sounds like he didn’t stop it either.
“How drunk was she last night?” I asked as I tried to fit some pieces together.
“Most likely more smashed than you.” He guessed.
“Okay, this will all be on if she remembers. The next time you see her don’t even worry about it. If she confronts you about it then yes talk about it; but if you confront her first and she doesn’t remember then she’ll feel horrible for what she’s done.” I advised.
“Okay, so don’t talk about it if she doesn’t… but what do I tell Astrid?”
“When you two… kissed… did you feel anything? Like a change of heart, a little spark?” I asked.
“No… maybe… I don’t know.” He panicked.
"Okay, if you didn’t feel anything then don’t tell Astrid because there’s nothing to tell… but if you did…”
“I should talk to Astrid.” He finished.
“Yeah…” I sighed. One night and everything became more complicated than Ross’ marital situation. “I don’t know what else to give you Hiccup…. Sorry.”