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“How many boxes did North give you?”
Jack couldn’t help but smile hearing Hamish’s question come from the living room. A cup of hot chocolate in each hand, Jack entered said room to find if full of cardboard boxes. The good part about having a father so obsessed with Christmas: a lot of decorations.

Down side? A lot of decorations.

“I don’t think all of this is going to fit in here.” Hamish commented, looking around their rather small home.

“We don’t have to put it all out. Just...the important ones.” Jack replied weakly.

“Which decorations count as important? Priceless heirlooms or handmade by daddy?”

“Ok hotshot, how about we just open one box as a time and see what we find.” Sitting on the floor, they rummaged through each box, Jack deciding what he wanted out. From ten boxes, they had just barely emptied two.

“You have to much stuff Jack!” Hamish huffed as he placed a decorative candy dish on the coffee table.

“Nah, just a lot of memories.” Jack smirked as he stepped back to admire his handiwork on the mantle place. Something came to bother the white haired teen, feeling like something was missing. Then it came to him.

“Hamish, where’s your stocking at?”

Hamish paused at the question. “Um...I don’t have one.”

“You don’t- how do you not have one? Wait, do you even have Christmas decorations?”

“Um, no, not really.”

“But...you told me you celebrated Christmas.”

“I-I do, I swear I do Jack. But my dad was more concerned with making sure we celebrated a viking holiday. It’s called Snoggletog, i-it’s like Christmas...only not.” Hamish rubbed his arm, suddenly feeling very nervous.

Jack smiled softly as the signs of worry coming from Hamish. The auburn smiled weakly as he was pulled into a loving embrace, Jack resting his head atop Hamish’s. “Do you have decorations for this special holiday?”

“Yeah, but it’s only one box,” Hamish answered weakly, “A-And we already have a lot out already.”

“That’s fine, lets see what you have in there.”

Soon the small house had small wooden figurines, shields hanging on the wall, and a decorative viking helmet on the mantel next to Jack stocking.

“Very nice touch,” Jack commented, “so what traditions does this Snoggletog have?”

“Well, it’s normally celebrated one day, sort of around the same day as Christmas. It’s kind of a celebration to bring in a new year and new things,” Hamish explained, “You only get one present, but it’s suppose to help someone with a new point in their life.”

“Oh, useful.”

“That was the point.”

Jack smiled down at the other, placing a gentle kiss on Hamish’s forehead before getting comfortable on the couch. The slick black cat named Toothless soon joined them, curling comfortably on Hamish’s lap and falling asleep. The scene was set with snow starting to fall gently to the ground.

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“How many boxes did North give you?”
Jack couldn’t help but smile hearing Hamish’s question come from the living room. A cup of hot chocolate in each hand, Jack entered said room to find if full of cardboard boxes. The good part about having a father so obsessed with Christmas: a lot of decorations.

Down side? A lot of decorations.

“I don’t think all of this is going to fit in here.” Hamish commented, looking around their rather small home.

“We don’t have to put it all out. Just...the important ones.” Jack replied weakly.

“Which decorations count as important? Priceless heirlooms or handmade by daddy?”

“Ok hotshot, how about we just open one box as a time and see what we find.” Sitting on the floor, they rummaged through each box, Jack deciding what he wanted out. From ten boxes, they had just barely emptied two.

“You have to much stuff Jack!” Hamish huffed as he placed a decorative candy dish on the coffee table.

“Nah, just a lot of memories.” Jack smirked as he stepped back to admire his handiwork on the mantle place. Something came to bother the white haired teen, feeling like something was missing. Then it came to him.

“Hamish, where’s your stocking at?”

Hamish paused at the question. “Um...I don’t have one.”

“You don’t- how do you not have one? Wait, do you even have Christmas decorations?”

“Um, no, not really.”

“But...you told me you celebrated Christmas.”

“I-I do, I swear I do Jack. But my dad was more concerned with making sure we celebrated a viking holiday. It’s called Snoggletog, i-it’s like Christmas...only not.” Hamish rubbed his arm, suddenly feeling very nervous.

Jack smiled softly as the signs of worry coming from Hamish. The auburn smiled weakly as he was pulled into a loving embrace, Jack resting his head atop Hamish’s. “Do you have decorations for this special holiday?”

“Yeah, but it’s only one box,” Hamish answered weakly, “A-And we already have a lot out already.”

“That’s fine, lets see what you have in there.”

Soon the small house had small wooden figurines, shields hanging on the wall, and a decorative viking helmet on the mantel next to Jack stocking.

“Very nice touch,” Jack commented, “so what traditions does this Snoggletog have?”

“Well, it’s normally celebrated one day, sort of around the same day as Christmas. It’s kind of a celebration to bring in a new year and new things,” Hamish explained, “You only get one present, but it’s suppose to help someone with a new point in their life.”

“Oh, useful.”

“That was the point.”

Jack smiled down at the other, placing a gentle kiss on Hamish’s forehead before getting comfortable on the couch. The slick black cat named Toothless soon joined them, curling comfortably on Hamish’s lap and falling asleep. The scene was set with snow starting to fall gently to the ground.