So I kind of promised a tearjerker at the end of the last chapter.

I had originally planned to rewrite the first movie, and then the second.

But then I found out there's a show! (Of course I didn't know; why would I? I don't watch TV. So of course there's a show.)

So I had to throw that in. Some of it, anyway. I'm not done watching it.

When Hiccup woke up, his whole body felt like one giant bruise. He opened his eyes and the room spun, a headache beating against the inside of his skull beckoning him to close his eyes with a groan. The brunette took a moment to appreciate that he had in fact woken up. He made a half attempt to roll over but stopped short; it was then he noticed the unusual coldness seeping into his side through the air and covers. Opening his eyes again revealed Jack's pale sleeping face staring back at him, thin body doing it's best to squeeze onto the edge of the frame without touching Hiccup.

Taking the other boy's hand, Hiccup interlaced their fingers and held them between them. He couldn't muster up strength for much more than that, so he opted to go to sleep a while longer. When he woke up again, the air was moderately warmer. He figured out what had woke him when he felt hot breath on his face, and emerald eyes opened to find Toothless, the night fury leaning closer and nudging his face enthusiastically to wake him up, and ended up stepping on his stomach. The brunette shot up in a fit of pain, shaking his head and panicking a little when he realized Toothless was in his house, jumping between the rafters and knocking things over. He quieted down when Hiccup lifted up the blanket, waiting patiently as the small viking tried to stand.

Jack was perched on the ceiling again, watching the dragons fly around the village when he heard the door click open below him, then immediately slam shut. The winter spirit peered over the edge at the door curiously, waiting for it to open again. Sure enough, it cracked open and there stood Hiccup, peering out at the surroundings before he spotted Jack. He opened the door wider, earning him a smile that he mirrored before Jack retreated on the roof. The villagers were crowding around as Hiccup made it down the steps, eyes wide with amazement.

"I knew it, I'm dead."

"No, but you gave it your best shot."

Astrid's kiss was a reward and wonderful if Hiccup's face was anything to go by, but for Jack it only left an unbearable ache in his chest, and an uneasy sense of foreboding.

The following year was hard for Jack. The village at first was chaotic, dragons everywhere all the time and eating everything. The winter spirit did his best to help but eventually the uselessness and the feeling he was only getting in the way made him staying in the shadows. Dragons on Berk meant less time Jack got to see his favorite viking, less time said viking spent enjoying when they could just relax and hang out. Eventually Jack even stopped being Hiccup's shadow, choosing to stay inside and wait for the brunette to come home at night.

Once Jack tried to get Hiccup to loosen up, throwing a snowball at him when he was walking in front of the house and feigning innocence when the brunette spotted him; it had been a mistake. Hiccup had stormed inside and yelled "I don't have time for your fun and games Jack, this is serious. I'm the only chance those dragons have of staying on this island and if you can't help me the least you could do is stay out of my way!" and left. When he came back, the room was covered in icy fractures, shooting up the walls and across the ground like huge cracks, and Jack was nowhere to be found. After the crisis with Alvin the Treacherous had been averted, Hiccup searched the island for two days before he found the winter spirit in the old cove, passed out on the small pond that had been frozen solid. When Jack woke up Hiccup stayed inside with him all day, apologized, and did his best to make it up to him.

For a little while, things got easier. Jack started going with Hiccup again when he went out, the two quietly roughhousing and messing around when no one was looking. Jack would use his abilities to mess with the other viking teenagers and their dragons, sometimes even other villagers, and they would laugh and joke about it at night in Hiccup's room. Falling asleep in the same bed became customary, even though Jack didn't sleep most nights.

After the storm passed and all the animals went back to producing food like they were supposed to, Jack and Hiccup argued for a good portion of the night. Hiccup knew the winter spirit had done it, but he didn't know it hadn't been on purpose and he didn't know why. Jack had flushed an embarrassing purple and refused to give an answer. The storm had been caused by the winter spirit's emotions running wild, because all the pieces fell into place and he realized he liked Hiccup more than he could admit(even to himself) since those first couple months in Berk. It was hard on him because Hiccup was always busy or stressed out or both, and he and Astrid had only been getting closer and it was so easy to be pushed aside.

The first time Hiccup saw someone walk through Jack, the spirit grasping at his heaving chest with big round eyes and looking lost and broken like he'd never seen, the viking had dragged him back to the house by his hand and refused to let go. He'd made Jack take his deerskin cloak and cotton shirt off and tell him the story of each scar he had gained over the past three hundred years as he traced it with one hand, the other interlocked with Jack's between where they sat cross legged on the bed, facing each other. Even after he fell asleep, the human refused to let go, clinging to his whole body instead of just his hand. Jack had indulged a little, combing his fingers through the short tresses and pressing his lips to his heated skin, leaving small frosted patterns behind.

The worst of the whole thing was that some part inside of Jack had seen this coming. It was no longer the season for snow and Jack slept a lot more, having to focus his energy on keeping his powers under control. The annual Thawfest games had ended with Snoutlout upholding his unbroken streak of victories. Jack sat on the edge of the ring shaking his head at Hiccup, a smile on his face because it hadn't been hard to miss the mercy he'd had on the other teenager. Astrid approached Hiccup and the winter spirit did his best to not let it get to him; it didn't work. The looked on the brunette's face when she pulled away was bliss, but short lived. Jack shot away in an explosion of ice and whipping wind catching everyone's attention and scaring those closest to him. When Hiccup came home he found the other boy curled up on the floor leaning against the bed, refusing to look at him. Hiccup never regretted anything more than he did that day.

"What is your problem, Jack?"

Silence.

"Seriously? Come on. My life may not be perfect, but it's so much better than it used to be. People actually notice me now, my dad is actually proud of me, the girl I love-" Jack winced, "-is finally starting to take interest in me. What is so bad about all that?"

The viking lost all his vigor when glassy blue eyes lifted from the floor and met his forest green ones, nailing him to the spot. "You... love her?" It was quiet and hesitant, filled with disbelief and hurt, frost starting to creep along the floor and the bed. It did nothing to match Hiccup's angry tone. The brunette fell under the weight of his gaze, dropping to his knees in front of the other. After a few minutes in silence, he spoke again. "I thought... I mean I knew but... I felt like we were getting so much closer, I couldn't help myself, I thought you're feelings might have changed. I..." he didn't continue.

"...You... what? Thought I didn't like her anymore? Thought I might've...liked you?" And he sprung up again, anger washing away the surprise and disbelief and painful ache in his chest. "Really? How could you think that, Jack? I told you about my crush on her, when we first met! You knew! Why would you think I'd ever...? Well wait a minute now, let me think; a hot, living human viking girl my age that I've known almost my whole life, or a cold, ancient guy, I might add, that I've known for barely over a year and doesn't even exist to most people! Gee, I wonder!"

His anger got to Jack then, the harsh, exuberant exasperation crawling along his skin and tightening his chest as he got to his feet, ice splintering on the floor beneath him. "I get it, fine, whatever, it was stupid to believe you'd ever see me like that. It's nice to know I bothered you so much, or thought I knew you when I guess I didn't. Jokes on me," the words were bitter on his tongue, chilling him down to the bone colder than he'd ever felt. "That's what I get for falling in love with the boy who flies with fire-breathing dragons. My mistake! Won't happen again!" Jack flew out the open hatch that Hiccup had built in for Toothless; he didn't come back. Jack had stayed on the island for a few days after the fight, lurking in the forest and on the edges of the village. Hiccup didn't come to look for him; sometimes when he was in the dragon academy or wandering aimlessly around the village, he'd look to his side or glance behind him like he was expecting to find Jack there and remembering he wouldn't be. Jack would come see him at night after he fell asleep, leaving small patches of ice for Hiccup to find in the morning.

Hiccup regretted it long after Jack was gone. It had been edging into a month when he realized that maybe Jack had left for good. He didn't see any random cold spots, no more ice left in his room or a thin white haired boy flying around the village or hovering behind him. The viking had already started dating Astrid, having an actual relationship with her when it hit him just how much Jack had actually meant to him. It was two years after the frost spirit left that Hiccup could admit to himself how much he really missed the other boy. He missed the teasing and the jokes, the lighthearted squabbling and the thrilling experiences they shared. Even the more serious arguments they'd had were memorable to Hiccup, and when he remembered their last fight, he suddenly understood that raw hurt in his icy blue eyes, like someone had pushed him into a river and he'd suddenly forgotten how to swim. He'd shadowed Hiccup everywhere since the day they'd met, been the last thing he saw at night, and when they touched it was like he'd forgotten how to breathe, like Hiccup was the only thing he'd ever need and him grasping their hands together and not letting go was his lifeline after years of wandering alone.

Hiccup wasn't quite the same after that, and for a while he was listless. But he learned to hide it and he continued on with his life; he had his best friend, a girlfriend, his dad was proud of him, and he still had so much to learn and do. The regret never left him, his memories of laughter and big blue eyes, pale skin, and snow white hair never forgotten. But he could only move forward and hope that they wouldn't be just a memory for the rest of his life.

Don't know when I'll get the next chapter up, but it'll probably be soon; hopefully.

Also if anyone was wondering the title is based off this video ( ww-w.-you-tube.-c-o-m-/-watch?v=H0JXw-Ue8UNM (minus the dashes))

(Also I'll probably end up writing more stories based off amv's by the same person because asgerigdfkgkfdkgs FEELS)