Misty Mountains Cold

Epilogue

It was five days after the bloody battle. Four days after Jack was recovered from the ship wreckage. They now sat on the same cliff that had given them vision to the armada. But there was no fear in either of their hearts now. Jack was in Hiccup's lap, leaning into the chief that held him. His eyes were closed as he rested by the heartbeat coming from the chief's chest. His leg was bandaged and was healing slowly. With how much blood he had lost, he was just starting to regain his strength. So now he could wince whenever he forgot that he was injured and tried to move.

But the chief had positioned Jack's leg so that it rested on the soft grass. And was gently rubbing the tense muscles around the gashes to relax them. He knew it was working when the winter spirit sighed in relief. If he hadn't been protective of Jack before the invasion, he definetely was now. Hiccup never really blamed Toothless for what had happened, but his dragon had blamed himself. So when Toothless had found them on the beach four days ago, that dragon was never so happy to see someone since Hiccup had saved him from the bewilderbeast. The village rejoiced at the winter spirit's return, and greeted him with a newfound respect.

Hiccup never really got bored when they sat together in silence, but today he was. So he leaned forward and gently started to kiss the winter spirit's neck. He left a trail of soft kisses from Jack's jawline to where his sweatshirt met his skin. His now blue sweatshirt. "Oh..Hiccup what are you, ohh..doing?" Jack asked in pleasure-filled in confusion. The winter spirit turned his head to the chief as he smiled. "I'm sorry, I really missed you." Jack chuckled lightly. "I missed you too..." He trailed off when the chief went back to his neck, repeating the pattern again, but a little less gentle. Not too rough though. The chief then lifted his hand to sweep the collar of the sweatshirt away onto the winter spirit's arm, leaving an exposed shoulder. He then started at the edge of his shoulder, working his way back up to the crook of Jack's neck. Then leaving a light nip to the chilled skin. Jack moaned softly in pleasure. He didn't mean to, but let his head fall back in pleasure, giving Hiccup more room to work. But why would he care? "Oh gods. Hiccup, don't stop. Please..." Hiccup breathed against his skin."I wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon." While Hiccup repeated his pattern again, earning more moans of pleasure from Jack, his hands decided to roam free. While one still ran up and down Jack's thigh to soothe the muscles, the other decided to slip into Jack's sweatshirt, earning a gasp of delight when Hiccup teased his chest by running his fingers over it gently. The sensation made Jack's head start to go fuzzy in what seemed like eternal pleasure.

When they were done there, they slid their way back out and Jack entertwined their fingers together. The chief finally freed his lips of Jack's neck and nuzzled him affectionately.

There was no way that Hiccup was ever letting go of Jack again.

And there was no way that Jack was ever going to leave Hiccup.

"You've stolen every bit of my heart Jack Frost. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"And you have mine."