Jack looked back down at his bare feet, shifting them in the snow which had no effect on him. He glanced up abruptly. “Of course not.” he said, “I.. I can’t help it..” The snow seemed to come down harder as his emotions stirred, making him feel even worse. He let out a sigh, “Should I leave?” he asked quietly.
“I know you can’t!” Hiccup responded, panic clear in his gaze. “Jack - it’s okay. I… I don’t know what to do. What - what usually ends snowstorms?” His expression was somewhat manic, alight with worry.
Jack was surprised at the viking’s panic stricken expression. He shifted his staff to his other shoulder, moving to put a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Hey, hey calm down.” he told him, unintentionally pushing the question away for later. Looking down to avoid his gaze, “I don’t know.. It just.. dies out..”