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“These glasses are haunted,” Jack said with a grin, and Hiccup rolled his eyes to emphasize his disbelief.
“You can’t expect me to believe in ghosts if you just point at something and say its haunted.” Hiccup said matter-of-factly, but he took the silver wire-frame glasses anyway and looked them over, turning them around in his hands, then wiping the lenses clean with the bottom of his green-brown shirt.
“Well, it’s true!” Jack insisted, leaning back in Hiccup’s desk chair and putting his feet on the bed beside the brunet, watching him clean the lenses meticulously, then scoffing when he continued past what Jack believed to be perfectly clean, “You know, the longer you clean ‘em doesn’t matter.”
“Okay, how are they haunted?” Hiccup asked, glaring up at Jack with a daring grin, “If I put them on, will I see a ghost?”
“Exactly!” Jack said with a laugh, “But it’s more complicated than that. Put them on and you’ll not only see a ghost, but you’ll see nothing but ghosts!”
“That’s a load of bull and you know it,” Hiccup laughed, putting the glasses on and scrunching up his nose in a pout when Jack began to giggle, “Don’t laugh at me! I don’t usually wear glasses!”
“You should!” Jack snorted out, planting both feet on the ground and leaning towards the brunet to play with the glasses on his nose, “You look so nerdy! You’re adorable!”
“Oh, ha ha, I see what this is,” Hiccup said flatly, glaring at Jack and tugging the glasses off, much to Jack’s disappointment, “You just wanted me to wear glasses! They don’t even work anyways, I can still see you!”
“Noo!” Jack whined, grabbing Hiccup’s wrist and lifting his hand and the glasses it held back towards his face, “Put them back on! They look nice, I swear! I’ll stop laughing!”
Hiccup glared at him for good measure, but he followed Jack’s plea, placing the glasses back upon in face once more.
Just then, there was a knock at the door, catching both of their attention. Hiccup called out for his father—who it had to be, seeing how there was no one else in the house aside from them—to enter, and Jack had to add, “If ye dare.”
The door swung open, and though Hiccup heard his father huff out, “Hiccup,” he saw no one in the doorway. Hiccup blinked a few times, squinted even, then took them off and saw his father standing there in his bearded glory.
“Y-yeah, Dad?” Hiccup asked, glancing between his father and the glasses in his hand, then slipping them back on while his father talked to him.
“It’s time you do your laundry, son, your clothes are piling up,” Stoick began, gesturing to the haphazardly kept pile at Hiccup’s corner, but the brunet didn’t even focus on it. He continued to play with the glasses, putting them on, then taking them off, then doing it again, watching his father appear then vanish right before him, “Also, you didn’t do the dishes yesterday. I thought we agreed, if I cooked, you cleaned, and if you cooked, I cle—will you put down those damn glasses, boy?!”
“Sorry!” Hiccup yelped, putting them on his bed instead and folding his hands in his lap, “I know! Dishes when you cook, laundry should be washed, and I’ll vacuum when I’m done with homework. I’ll keep a closer eye on my schedule!”
Stoick stared at his son for a while longer, then sighed and shook his head, “Alright… I’m calling in for pizza, so don’t eat too much junk.”
“I’ll keep room for more junk, don’t worry,” Hiccup replied flatly, getting an eye-roll from his father before he promptly turned and left, closing the door behind him.
Hiccup was about to speak, about to say how the glasses worked, but when he looked back to Jack and saw his face, he realized.
“Believe in us now?” Jack asked, feigning a smirk.