So from now on the chapters will be five years later. Jack is now 25, Hiccup is almost 25 as well, Merida is 24 and Rapunzel is 23.

I know it been a few days since I updated, sorry about that!

If you like the Mortal Instruments, I've started a new fic consisting of short drabbles focusing around the main couples of the series (Clace, Sizzy, Malec etc).

Review, favourite, follow and enjoy!

-L x

5 years later…

Rapunzel was just sliding her freshly made pancakes onto a plate when Jack emerged from their room. He grabbed her gently around the middle and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek.

"The best a man could hope for," he murmured against her ear, his cold breath causing her to shiver involuntarily. He then swung himself into a seat and slipped a pancake onto his plate. He took a bite, but when he looked up at her, his face was blurry, his features gone from her memory. Only his hair was the same.

"Mm Punz, delicious Punz. Punz. PUNZ."

Rapunzel was startled awake by Anna shaking her shoulder furiously.

"C'mon, we're late for work!"

With a groan, Rapunzel swung her bare feet onto the soft carpet of her room. She hadn't been able to afford to pay rent when Merida moved out almost 4 years ago to pursue her professional equestrian career, and Rapunzel had been forced to look for a new flatmate. Ana had been attending the same art class as her for months, and was looking to move out of her sister's freezing cold town house, and so it seemed logical to offer.

The two girls were bumbling balls of energy, and had a blast together, but even though she wouldn't admit it, Rapunzel missed Merida's sarcasm and calmness. After the incident at the Pandemonium, things had never been the sane between them, and it was merely any different once she'd actually gone.

Sometimes, Rapunzel would watch Merida competing on her Clydesdale Angus on TV, but she tended to avoid the sports channels during competition season, as it was too hard to watch her old best friend move on with her life, whilst she sat at home daydreaming about a boyfriend from 5 years ago. She was surprised that she's never seen Jack again, but then she supposed that he could have well moved away. It was hard to say why she missed him so much, it wasn't even a long relationship, but she still did. With a sigh, she forced a hand through her now short, dull brown hair, hauled herself upright and headed for her bedroom door.

…

Hiccup looked at the book sitting on his lap. It was an old copy of How to Train Your Dragon, one of his childhood favourites, and it had been at the bottom of the bottom moving box, which he had finally unpacked, a year after officially moving into his brand new penthouse apartment. The book was dog eared, and there were a few rips on the cover. He slid the book into his satchel, picked up his flask of tea and headed out into the corridor, his prosthetic leg clacking as he entered the metal lift.

He had lost his leg 4 years ago in a motorbike accident. He and Jack had been taking a back road to his parent's house in the borders, and jack had overtaken him, then skidded to stop as a lorry came round the corner. Hiccup had swerved to miss jack, but had been hit by the lorry. His left leg was amputated from the knee down, and he had gained a scar, now faint with age, on his chin. He was offered a prosthetic at the hospital, but refused, and instead, with the help of his dad's friend Gobber, had created his very own in his father's smithy. Since then he'd been overly careful, and hadn't ridden his motorbike since.

As the lift descended, he drummed a tune on the handle. He'd read somewhere that there was more bacteria on a lift button than a toilet seat, so as soon as he stepped out on the ground floor, he sprayed sanitizer on to his hands. He stepped though the double doors, and into the clean, fresh Edinburgh air. He headed for a bench under a tree, where he always sat before heading to work, sipped from his tea, and opened the book.

Needless to say he was surprised when a ripped piece of paper fluttered from between the pages. A number was scrawled on it is unruly handwriting in a dying blue pen. The last few numbers were barely legible, as was the note underneath, but he could still read it.

078649614235

Sorry I left so soon, I had a great time x

"Merida" he breathed.