[He expects the more joking gift, though he'd really hoped that Jack hadn't been serious about giving it to him (but apparently that was wishful thinking and Hiccup has to fight his inner conflict of wanting to shove and hide the thing somewhere immediately and not wanting to make Jack feel bad about it despite the purposeful pranking behind it).
But with one gift, it throws him off into not expecting the second at all, holding the carved wood in his hand with blinking eyes. It's well-done; Hiccup especially knows that as someone who's spent quite a bit of time doing designs of his own. But it isn't the nice craftsmanship that makes him blush a flushing red that highlights the freckles over his cheeks. It's that Jack made this. He made it for him.
When he looks up at the boy, he notices the bracelet immediately, a twitch of a smile rising from knowing that Jack's willing to wear it. Spoon spinning in his fingers, he tilts his head, leaning forward to rest a hand on a bicep, over a hoodie.]
You know, I was saying I needed something to help drink my soup. This comes in perfect time! [Ahahaha, jokes .....]
[ the pacing stops short at Hiccup's hand reaching out for him, and then the joke, Jack going still and just staring for a moment. it's hard not to overthink reactions to a gift like this — something personal but utterly worthless aside from sentimental value, and coming from a tradition that he knows is both dated and not particularly widespread. every response can be weighed and measured for something negative, for disappointment or indifference, and he's already expecting the worst out of a defensive instinct, it's not hard to find an indication of something bad.
the stupid joke, though — that's such a typical Hiccup thing to say. it loosens some of the nervous tension in Jack's chest, only helped by the gentle press of touch on his arm. he smiles, a little wan but no less genuine, and then ducks his head with a soft huff of laughter, bare toes scuffing the floor. ]
Yeah, well, I didn't want you drinking straight out of the bowl like a barbarian.
[Hiccup bellows with a hearty laugh, ducking his head as he lets the chuckles slip out with plenty of ease. This comes with a firmer, affectionate hold on Jack's arm, supporting himself before he glances back up to the boy.]
Yeah, you're sure teaching me! My horrendous Viking mannerisms will be put to a stop right now!
[He says it all with a false low tone that doesn't suit him at all. But with the smile that immediately slips back on after he speaks, there's plenty of amusement there.
There might even be a happy twinkle in his eye as he speaks regularly and gentle once more.] You made this yourself?
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But with one gift, it throws him off into not expecting the second at all, holding the carved wood in his hand with blinking eyes. It's well-done; Hiccup especially knows that as someone who's spent quite a bit of time doing designs of his own. But it isn't the nice craftsmanship that makes him blush a flushing red that highlights the freckles over his cheeks. It's that Jack made this. He made it for him.
When he looks up at the boy, he notices the bracelet immediately, a twitch of a smile rising from knowing that Jack's willing to wear it. Spoon spinning in his fingers, he tilts his head, leaning forward to rest a hand on a bicep, over a hoodie.]
You know, I was saying I needed something to help drink my soup. This comes in perfect time! [Ahahaha, jokes .....]
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the stupid joke, though — that's such a typical Hiccup thing to say. it loosens some of the nervous tension in Jack's chest, only helped by the gentle press of touch on his arm. he smiles, a little wan but no less genuine, and then ducks his head with a soft huff of laughter, bare toes scuffing the floor. ]
Yeah, well, I didn't want you drinking straight out of the bowl like a barbarian.
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Yeah, you're sure teaching me! My horrendous Viking mannerisms will be put to a stop right now!
[He says it all with a false low tone that doesn't suit him at all. But with the smile that immediately slips back on after he speaks, there's plenty of amusement there.
There might even be a happy twinkle in his eye as he speaks regularly and gentle once more.] You made this yourself?