Jay and Hiccup got along fine upon meeting. It made Elsa smile in content to see him getting along so well and slowly start to regenerate a memory of himself with Jay's help.

"We have this large group of friends around the world. You love each of them dearly, especially your half sister Camicazi. You two have been best friends for as long as you can remember, and later found out you came from the same father." Jay chuckled and shrugged. "You and I are a lot closer though, us and youngling Kellin."

"Who's Kellin?" Hiccup asked, confused.

"Kellin is a boy we met when we were nine. He's… troubled with family problems, a year younger than both of us. You took him under your wing and swore to protect him. He fought with us in war and was the last face you saw before being attacked in the woods,"

"Did he make it?" Hiccup asked with a concerned look on his face. Elsa, whom was sitting next to him, gently laid her hand over his. He seemed unfazed by her hand but inside was sighing in relief to have some sort of physical comfort, even if Jay sitting there across from him was a mental comfort. It made him grin.

"Yeah he did." Jay examined Hiccup for a minute. His brown hair was still the washed over mess it always is, falling over his green eyes that seem to have grown bored and tired and sullen. There was a certain dullness clouding over his eyes, mixed with a darker area of pain and longing. Hiccup must've been alone however long he's been here, as I haven't seen a sight of Toothless. They must have put the dragon away, to keep Hiccup safe. "Hey, how long has it been since you've gone flying?"

"Quite the while," Hiccup admitted. "Why?"

"Because we have catching up to do," Jay said, smirking the very slightest. "After lunch, you and I can go fly over the sea like you love to do and maybe we can explore the mountain."

"All in one day?" the doctor asked, speaking up.

"The man looks like he's dying. Let him have some fun." Jay insisted and everybody hesitated but nodded. It was like they all were hiding something, but what? It's probably nothing.

000

Toothless was locked up in this domed, gray and metal area. They treated him as if he were some type of beast and the sadness and anger that filled Hiccup's eyes transmitted into a piercing glare that almost screamed the promise of repayment for the pain they caused his darling dragon. How dare they lock him up in this dreadful, echo-y compartment, guarded and defended to board up a crying blackish-blue dragon with neon green eyes? It was like walking into a prison that carried the one person you loved and you almost knew they may never be able to come out because in everybody else's eyes, you were the monster. But Toothless was so innocent. He would never hurt a soul, Hiccup knew that.

Jay silently watched, a witness at hand. The dragon looked solemnly, tired and achy. That's what was wrong… Toothless was depressed. Deprived of seeing the human he loved so much, and how do you ever bring back that joy? Fix such broken things and make them new? It broke Jay just as much as it broke Hiccup to see the dragon in such a solemn state. So sad, so depressed, so tired, so longing. You could almost feel the small smile that should be on the dragons face as he saw his master and Crooned, Hiccup dropping to his knees before the dragon and allowing the dragon to nuzzle his chest, weaker than it used to be. This made the dragon croon in question of I hope you are fixing yourself even if I'm not there to remind you to and Hiccup understood enough to nod in reply.

"Come on Bud, let me get you out of here." It was as if Hiccup only remembered Toothless, like this dragon was the shining beacon of light that carried him through. It wasn't like the dragon really was anything less, because without Toothless he would have had no one by his side while still in Berk. And no one by his side in battle. Who would have saved him otherwise? No one. He would have been burned to the ash like the rest of them, unrecognizable and dead as dead can get. They needed each other and it made sense Hiccup had fond memory of the dragon.

"I'll meet you in the courtyard," Jay spoke up softly but the echo carried his voice forward. Once he turned to leave, his steps echoed after him, trailing softly as the loud, heaving doors pushed open and let the light of day come in like floodgates of heaven. So bright and white and unbelievably real, yet so unbelievably dreamy. The day light was not like the daily morning song nor was it the evening music or even constant. The day light was this beautiful thing that always felt different, that always shined brighter on some days and weaker on others. It was more real some days and more heavenly others. The daylight was weird thing, and Hiccup constantly thanked the lord everyday for it, even if he doesn't know where his faith in said lord came from. He doesn't remember much but he does have a vague feeling he never really had hope in any god from above… So why does he now? It was all so weird. It was all so strange. Honestly, he knew that he would never, ever be the same.

000

Elsa sat back in her chair, watching the others eat and speak. She wondered what Jay and Hiccup would talk about, she wondered about who Jay really was, what he was. She wondered if he had any intention of harming Hiccup. She hoped the boy who seemed so nice didn't, but at least Hiccup wasn't taken… Or that they all knew of at this point. Now maybe they did actually have a chance… maybe he could be the filler of the space in her heart that longed for filling. Maybe he would help her, maybe he could be there. Maybe they could learn to love each other… But alas, he was a ruler too. He had a kingdom, could this ever really work?

Well maybe it could. Maybe she could leave her throne… or could she? Could she trust Anna with the throne? Was Anna even ready for such a challenge? Elsa sighed, excusing herself from the table. Why did she have so many feelings? Most of which were directed to Hiccup... Why did she even save him in the first place? This all felt exciting yet wrong and she didn't know how she felt or why she felt or who she felt for anymore. All she knew that holding hands with Hiccup and walking through the garden was very, very nice.

His hands were soft and his fingers were nice and long with tiny scars along them. She couldn't help but wonder how he got them… Maybe from battle or maybe from inventing stuff like Jay said he used to love to do. Jay's description of Hiccup seemed to fit Hiccup so, it didn't seem like a lie and if it was, it was a very good one. But Elsa's mind would always wonder to Jay as a source of information on the boy she seems to be falling for. What did Hiccup love to do? Was Hiccup always poetic the way he is? Or is this just him at his most raw state?

She thought about Hiccup for a second as she aimlessly wandered the large castle halls. He always had this sense of fear or aliveness in his eyes. He always looked aware, he always seemed to be looking. When he talked, he talked about the life around him and it made her wonder if he wanted his old life back. Or maybe, he just wanted some type of life over all. She wondered, if he felt imprisoned. In any form of the word possible. Imprisoned mentally, imprisoned physically, like in his own skin. She hoped that one day he could be free, that one day she could be his beautiful maiden in a silk button up with beige pants that deem adventures together. It could be a fun, wild, adventurous mess and they'd do everything together. They could spend nights in treetops and venture down rivers. Maybe they would jump down cliffs of waterfalls and swim together and he would kiss her behind the waterfalls cascading and ever changing (ever moving) walls. The thought of Hiccup kissing her, especially beneath a waterfall walls in only their undergarments made her smile. She would gladly let him hold her in his arms and she could talk to him for hours if she ever had the chance.

They could run away and venture, but that would never work. That would never happen. If anything, they would probably marry and move to his kingdom. And then she thought of Normandy and how it was like this sub kingdom of France. Oh, he could show her around and they would live in the beautiful palace of his. They could have four children, a darling daughter with his eyes and her hair. A beautiful son with his hair and her eyes. And two others with some mix of the sort. They would be this beautiful happy family, and with a king/husband as so strong to protect them, to keep them in shape, what could go wrong? What could break them? Nothing ever would. Nothing ever could. In her mind, they were eternal lovers bound by the heart and there was no other but him for her… Maybe, maybe she could show him her powers. Maybe, after all, if it was love, he would accept her. With or without them.

A bit short but I'm writing a lot today, or I will try to. I am having an inspiration burst.