Jack Frost was new to this whole spirit thing, ever since he had woken up and had become this…Spirit of Winter as the moon had told him he’d done his job of well-spreading winter. Snow, ice, cold winds, freezing temperatures, he did his best to follow along with what he was instructed to do, but at the same time, he could easily see that his job didn’t earn him many believers. The first time that people had run through him had physically and spiritually hurt, feeling as if he had been ignored and had been completely invisible -which he was yet when he asked the moon about it the only answer he received was silence. The other spirits he encountered had only said that people had to “believe in him” for them to see him or even interact with him, but at the same time, he couldn’t get people to believe in him no matter what he did. 

He made snowfall, he created snow for them, he gave them skating, snowball fights, etc. All kinds of winter fun, yet he was nothing more than a myth, a legend, and not even one they could believe in. “Jack frost nipping at your nose” was a saying some people had started to say, and yet no one believed he was there even when he was floating directly in their face and jabbing their nose with his fingers or even hitting them with a faceful of snow. It was maddening how little people seemed to believe in him, and yet they could easily believe in Santa Claus, The Tooth Fairy, Sandman, and that Easter Kangaroo, all of whom Jack had heard about from whispers of other spirits or even people. 

He was honestly a bit fed up with it, he was a relatively new spirit on the block, but he wanted to be believed in, and seeing as how he wasn’t going to be getting any attention in the mainland, he decided to go elsewhere. “Wind! Take me somewhere else, where I can find someone to believe in me.” He’d all but begged the wind who answered their friend's call and with a gush of wind Jack was dragged into the sky and flew off away from the location he had been previously and was taking him. 

The wind carried him for hours, flying over land and miles upon miles of open sea. Jack honestly began to think that it was taking him to some far-off island, and he was correct. The Wind had brought him to this island far off from the civilization that he had come to know, and from the look of things he could easily see that these guys were just like the village he had originally come from after he had first woken up. To make things even more interesting, it seemed like he had landed on an island of Vikings, and right in time for winter, so he did his normal thing and tried to get them to believe in him in an attempt to get believers. And like always, it failed the adults and even the kids didn’t seem to believe in him or even acknowledge the things he did, either playing it off as a normal occurrence or even believing that it was one of the kids. 

“This is ridiculous.” Grunted Jack as he was sitting on a rooftop and looking down at the village. “These guys are no fun, what do I have to do to get noticed around here.” Hummed Jack before he noticed something, that something was a rather lanky-looking boy who unlike the others seemed to be walking with his nose stuck in a book trying to ignore the other Vikings around him. “Hmm,” With a little wind, he managed to fly over toward the boy and floated over him seeing him reading a book on what Jack couldn’t make out. “Well here goes.” He whistled to the wind and let it do its magic. 

“Wha? Hey!” The boy gasped as a strong wind came through causing him to stumble and knocked the book from his hand, the wind flipping through the pages as it landed right beneath Jack. “Who did…” The boy paused and found himself looking at a staff planted in the ground and followed it upwards to find a boy leaning atop the shepherd's crook. “W-Wha?” 

Jack thinking the boy didn’t see him made an annoyed grunt. “Don't tell me you can’t see me too, I swear if this was another.” 

“J-Jokul.” The boy whispered, causing Jack to pause and turn towards him in spurs. 

“W-What did you just say?” Jack asked, wanting to be sure he had heard the boy say what sounded like his name. He felt a flutter of something in his chest that made him shiver with something he had nearly given up on, that something was hope. “Did you..” He began hopping down from the top of his staff and stood before the boy. “Did you just say..” 

“Jokul.” The boy grabbed his book and looked at the picture in the book and the information that was on it. “Y-You’re…you’re Jokul Frosti!” The book had described him as the personification of frost, Ice, Snow, Sleet, Winter, and son of the wind. He was essential to his people, a god, and here he was right before his eyes. 

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For Jack spending time in Berk -as Hiccup had told him the name of their little island- it was proving to be somewhat beneficial. Jack had only come to know that belief was the only means of being seen by anyone, and yet thanks to Hiccup he found another form of belief that gave him not only a sense of being, but power as well. Praise and Worship, since Hiccup had called him Jokul the boy had all but worshiped him praising him and even saying prayers to him, Jack had attempted to try and dissuade him from doing this and yet from what he was seeing the more Hiccup praised him, the more it was beginning to show that he was growing from the constant stream of praise from his sole believer. And with all the worship the boy was doing -he had even built him a shrine- had started to have effects on his body and his magical power. For one, Jack’s power over winter, ice/snow, and all things related to winter had grown and increased. He found his power over winter was growing day by day and was getting stronger with each passing second, and with the power came growth and a change in appearance. 

Jack had gone from being a cute little pale-skinned twink with snow-white hair and icy blue eyes to something far more…godly. Jack had grown thanks to the steady stream of praise and worship, gone was the twink and in his place was an absolute god of a hunk, he was now a whopping 9-ft tall with pale skin and a muscular lean figure with bulging shoulders and arms, a strong firm chest and a set of six-pack abs, muscular thighs, and calves, a set of large round bubble butt cheeks that would look like they could crush a man’s head if he sat on them, but they’d die happy, and lastly was a monolith of a cock being at least 29-inches long as thick as a beer can and a set of balls the size of grapefruits. 

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Screams echoed throughout the cave as grunts, groans, and loud smacks filled the room. Jack was currently fucking Hiccup roughly into his bed, the smaller male smothered under the mass of the winter spirit’s godly body.

Jack had taken to doing this and Hiccup was more than honored, he loved it. Some part of him had begun to enjoy being fucked by the God/Spirit, feeling that monster of a dick fucking its way into his ass forcing open his ass to shape his insides to Jack’s dick. And as for Jack, well he was encouraged by the moans and it pushed him to go faster to go harder, every moan was driving him to go harder, faster, and pushing him to his edge. Hiccup was feeling electricity coursing through him, drool dribbling down his chin in a broken lust drunk expression. “Shit!” He had to fight back against his orgasm, but not the boy. 

“Fucking hell, you feel so good around me Hiccup.” His hips moved in a strong steady rhythm, his balls swinging upwards to clap the boys' ass with a loud “Clap!” “Clap!” “Clap!” Tanning the boys' cheeks and turning them a delicious shade of red, every movement pushed his dick deeper and caused his stomach to bulge outwards perversely and showed off just how deep the winter spirit was inside of him. 

Hiccup felt full, as if he had eaten a lot of food at a holiday feast, and looking down Hiccup’s eyes widened seeing a bulge in his stomach; a bulge that was the shape of Jack’s cock! Hiccup moaned, feeling his entire body shudder as he experienced a mind-shaking climax, his dick throbbing pumping out a stream of cum against his bulging belly. The rest of it splattered all over the bed beneath him creating one hell of a mess of a puddle of cum all over him and leaving him shaking as Jack continued to ram and fuck his ass. It was proving to be too much for Jack as he saw white as he let out a loud bestial shriek, his body locking up as he impaled the boy on his shaft and he kept it buried inside of him. Each throb of his man meat was powerful, almost vibrating inside of Hiccup, sending a literal tidal wave of cum into Hiccup’s belly. Every throb pushed out more and more loads of seed slowly causing Hiccup’s stomach to bulge cartoonishly and to stretch and bulge, the lewd wet sloshing of Jack’s seed filling him up to the brim and with nowhere else to go but the boy’ stomach it just kept filling him. 

The two of them stayed like that for a moment, Jack feeling his climax slowing but still managing to fill the boy to the point he looked as if he was knocked up. Even so, he held the boy close; the spirit running his hands along the boy's bloated stomach, and couldn’t help but smile. “You are something special ya know that,” He chuckled hearing the broken moan that came from the boy and he chuckled. 

“Such a humble and devoted little follower I have, now if only I had the right gift to give you.” Unknown to Jack thanks to Hiccup’s devotion and his praise, had bolstered his magical power and abilities, as such he never noticed how Hiccup’s hair gained a brief snow white streak or how he had what looked to be ice from around his neck looked like a sort of choker with a snowflake-like emblem dangling right from the choker. “But, until I think about a means of rewarding you, I think another round or two makes for a good reward.”