I had a hard time falling to sleep that night. So many things were still lingering in the back of my mind:

The smoking and hurt bodies of my dad and Toothless lying motionless on the ground, Dagur fighting with Jack and Astrid and taking Heather hostage, the Changewing egg lying on a massive hay bale pyramid, and , of course, Dagur's mutilated and melted face. Just the thought of it threatened to give me nausea and also left a bad taste in my mouth. Then. . . I killed him.

I hit him with the bow and he went tumbling down off of the catapult and down the cliff. There is no way I could forgive myself for doing that. Jack and Heather told me that I did what I had to do and that anyone else in my position would have done the same thing. While I agree, that thought still doesn't take it all away. The fact is that it was me and I did it. I took his life away.

Granted if I hadn't done something to stop him, he would have gone on a rampage that could have injured or even killed innocent people, so, I guess that cancels what I did, right?

Right?

Well, at the moment, I am in no mood to think of this pressing matter. Gothi and Gobber came to where my dad and Toothless were and helped move them to Gothi's hut and heal them. They told me to check back up with them in the morning. Not in the mood to argue any further, I agreed and went back to my house, crawled up the steps, and plopped myself down onto my bed.

After what felt like a lifetime, I finally succumbed to the exhaustion and fell asleep.

By the time I had closed my eyes and became dead to the world, it was already morning. The sun shone through the skylight over my bed and onto my face, forcing my reluctant eyes open. I groaned and pushed myself up off my bed, my arms shaking and burning after the events of last night. It felt as though the pain drained away right as I remembered what it was I had to do right now.

Ignoring my body's plea for more sleep I jumped out of bed and rocketed down the steps (I didn't even bother changing out of my clothes last night), heading straight for Gothi's home which, unfortunate for me at the time, was at the top of a large hill and rested on the edge of a cliff that required many flights of steps to reach, much like Mildew's old home.

The fresh morning air and sunlight seemed to chase away any sleepiness I had left because it didn't take long for me to run straight through town and at the base of the steps leading to her precariously positioned home. After many, many, many steps I breathlessly reached her front door and knocked twice.

Resting my hands on my knees and wheezing uncontrollably, I waited for the village elder to answer. I finally heard footsteps on the other side and the door swung open. "Ah. There ye are, Hiccup," Gobber greeted warmly. My eyebrows knitted confusedly and I stood straight back up. "Gobber? What are you doing here?" The large blacksmith scratched under his chin and then yawned, stretching his massively large arms in both directions. "Ah stayed here with Gothi and helped her take care of Stoick and Toothless. We've been up all night patchin' the two of them up. It was nae pretty, but they'll be jist fine." I sighed gratefully.

"Can I see them?" Gobber smiled and stepped to the side, gesturing me to come in. I walked in and immediately found the shriveled village elder kneeling beside Toothless, who was lying right on the floor covered in bandages and stitches, as she spread some sort of healing salve on his wounds. On the other side of the room I found my dad covered in a blanket and sleeping soundly in a particularly large bed. His arms resting on his body over the covers showed bandages and more stitches wrapped around his bulky biceps. A special kind of gauze was wrapped multiple times around his left shoulder over the spot where Dagur had shot him with an arrow. His eyes were peacefully closed and his chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm.

Gobber closed the door and Gothi turned her attention to me. She smiled warmly and then tapped her walking stick twice on the wood floor and signaled me to come to her side. Her tapping also caught the attention of Toothless, who looked up and laid his eyes on me. He tried to stand up but he cringed in obvious pain and fell back to the floor. Gothi sighed and shook her head at the dragon.

"No. No, no Toothless. Just, just stay down and rest." I walked up to him and knelt down so I was perfectly eyelevel with him. I looked at me and whined with his eyes becoming large and black, the way he does when he wants to go riding. I started scratching under his chin and rubbed his ears in the way I knew he liked it and he began to purr and groan with delight. "You did so well last night, Toothless. I'm proud of you, Bud." I stopped scratching and stood back up. "Now just rest up and you'll be back up and flying in no time." After a few moments of silence, a very soft voice began calling me.

"H-Hiccup?"

My eyes widened and I craned my head in the direction the call came from.

Dad tried to sit up in his bed, but he winced in pain and grabbed his side and fell back onto the pillow. Inside I wanted to cry out to him and tell him to stay in bed, but instead, I calmly walked over to him and stood at his side, hovering over his head with Gothi standing to my right and Gobber standing at the foot of the bed.

"Sorry, Dad. I didn't mean to wake you." He shook his head. "You didn't wake me, Hiccup. I wanted to see you." He reached one massive hand up and cupped it under my chin and began rubbing the sides of my face slowly as if he was blind and wanted to see me with his hands. He winced in pain again and lowered his hand. Gothi patted his arm gently and shook her head. "He's going to be okay, right?" "Ye hae nae a thing tae worry aboot. We've patched them up good as new," Gobber spoke up. "Give 'em a few days and they'll be up and at 'em as if their lives depended on it." My dad gave a dry chuckle at his friends' enthusiasm.

"Gobber's right, son. I'll be just fine. I know I'm in good hands." He blinked and looked over at Toothless, who was watching us with wide eyes and ears flattened. "We're in good hands," he corrected.

I closed my eyes and sighed. "Dad, I'm, I'm sorry." He looked back up to me confusedly. "For what, Son?" I looked at him, wondering how he didn't hold my mistake against me. "Dad, keeping Dagur in custody was my job. And I failed." Tears of disappointment began forming and clouded my vision.

"He got out and nearly destroyed the island! Plus, you and Toothless got hurt in the crossfire! How can you just-""Shhh." Dad raised his hand and shushed me. "Hiccup, sometimes things happen that you cannot control. And it is how you handle the situation that defines you as a chief. How it defines you as a person." The tears were successfully falling down my cheeks as he whispered these words to me.

"How it defines you as my son." A sob worked its way up my throat and broke the surface. I broke down in tears and leaned down to hug my dad. He returned it warmly. "You handled the situation with confidence and carried it out to the end, just like any good chief should do. You have no idea how proud of you I am, son." I clung to his shoulders tightly and buried my face in his chest. After listening to his mini speech, a thought suddenly popped into my head. I pulled back and stood up, my chest shaking and my eyes red, but the tears gone.

"Wait, how do you know about what I did last night? You were out cold. How did-""Astrid came up last night and told us the whole story, Hiccup," Gobber filled in. "Oh," I started, "so you know about," "Dagur? Yes, we do," Dad finished.

I closed my eyes and sighed. "Hiccup, I know that was not what you had intended. But you did-""What I had to. I know. But then why do I feel so," I trailed off. "Hiccup, no aen said that it would be easy. Ye did the right thing lad, an' there's nae a thing to feel bad about. If ye ask me, someaen shoulda shoved him off a cliff years ago." I couldn't help but chuckle at this comment.

"And Hiccup," my dad said, "I'm glad that you're here and alright, but I don't think I'm the one you should be talking to right now." I sighed. "You're right. I'm on my way down there right now. I'll check back up on you two later, kay?" The chief smiled and nodded and Toothless snorted in agreement.

As I made my way to Gothi's door, it had already swung open, revealing Astrid's panting body in the doorframe. "Hiccup! Thank Odin you're here!"

I reached forward and grabbed her arms, pulling her full attention to me. "Astrid, what's wrong?" She gulped and took a deep breath. "It's Jack. He's still there. And he's not doing well."

I nodded in understanding. "Alright. Let's go talk to him."

Last night,

As Jack, Heather, the baby and I walked through the hole in Mulch's house, I could see Astrid still tending to Dad and Toothless' wounds. She isn't exactly a nurse, even if she was she doesn't have any supplies or medicine to help them, so she was just keeping an eye on the two of them, making sure that nothing bad happened to them again.

She must have heard us walking behind her because she turned around to face us before we even said anything. She let out a loud sigh of relief. "Oh thank Thor. You're alright. Where's," before she could finish her question her eyes darted to what Heather was holding and her jaw dropped.

In her arms was what looked like the exact miniature copy of Clearstar: elongated snout with front way facing, yellow eyes, plump and round middle and long stringy tail and two vine-like tassels hanging from both sides of his head. The baby Changewing was being safely held in Heathers arms and pressed against her chest.

Astrid pointed a shaky finger at the baby. "Is, is that?"

"Yes," Jack finished. "It's Clearstar's baby." As if on cue, said baby let out a tiny snort and shook his head. I couldn't help but let out a little chuckle and smile, then I saw Toothless and my Dad's motionless bodies lying side by side and my breath quickly got caught in my throat. Astrid must have paid attention because she quickly said, "Don't worry Hiccup. I sent the others to get Gobber and Gothi. They'll be here soon and take care of them." I nodded. "Thanks Astrid."

She nodded in return, then her eyebrows knitted and she looked at us quizzically. "Where's Dagur?" My face fell and I sighed. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked back to see that it belonged to Jack. "He's gone." Astrid lightly gasped and brought her hands to her mouth. The next moment, she sighed and lowered her hands to her sides. She looked at my face and immediately understood what it was I had to do. I'm sure she could also tell that I wasn't in any mood to talk about the matter so she let it lie, much to my appreciation. "Well, at least he's out of the way."

"Yeah," I said under my breath, trying to reassure myself.

"Well," Heather started, "how about we introduce Clearstar to her new baby." Jack looked at her and nodded. He brought his hands to his lips to whistle for his dragon, but before he could we all heard a distant flapping noise. All of our eyes squinted in confusion and our heads turned in the direction the noise was coming from.

Clearstar flew into view and landed softly on the ground about ten feet away. The baby let out a tiny squeal, leapt from Heathers arms and waddled clumsily over to his mother. Clearstar lowered her head and purred as the baby rubbed his snout against hers. The two of them closed their eyes and the baby began rubbing his body against her chin, much like what a Terrible Terror does when it wants attention. I could hear the two of them purring and cooing as they continued their reunion. Astrid and Heather smiled warmly as Jack came up to me and smiled. I smiled back.

"This is so adorable!" Heather put in. "They're finally back together!" She closed her hands together and raised them to her lips as her eyes began to water at the touching sight right before us. Jack cleared his throat, "Well, it's been a long night, hasn't it? I think I should bring the two of them back to my place and we should all get a good night's rest." He looked to Heather and she nodded in agreement. Then the two of them shared a quick hug. "You were so brave tonight, Jack," Heather said. "So were you." They pulled away from each other and Jack cleared his throat again. "Come on, Clearstar, let's go home. . . Clearstar?"

As Jack turned his back and began walking back to his house, he noticed that Clearstar or the baby weren't following, she was still rubbing her face against his tiny body, paying no attention to any of us.

Oh no.

Jack knitted his eyebrows in confusion and walked slowly to their position. "Clearstar? Didn't you hear me? Come on, let's go back home so we can," but before he could finish, Clearstar gently lifted her baby by the neck with her teeth and flapped her wings and they lifted off, but rather than going in the direction of his home, she was aiming herself behind Mulch and Bucket's home, her eyes set on the horizon. She flapped again and began moving forward, the baby still dangling from her mouth.

"Clearstar! Wait!" Jack ran after them for a few feet, then stopped. He turned and looked at me. "Hiccup! Where are they going?" He asked in a panicked daze. I sighed. "Jack," I started gently, "I, I wanted to tell you. Clearstar is a mother whose egg was stolen from her nest. She has a home." Jack had tears forming in the corner of his eyes. "No," he whispered. "She has a home, Jack. And she has the tools and materials she needs to take care of her baby." He shook his head disbelievingly. "I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you, but you," he didn't allow me to finish. His head turned to the hole in the wall and he quickly ran for it.

"Jack, wait!" Heather quickly ran behind him. She stopped in her tracks and looked over at Astrid and I. "Come on!" she gestured for us to follow her. Astrid and I quickly shared a glance, then we ran for the hole too.

The three of us burst through the other side and ran into the open field of Mulch's backyard in time to see that Jack has already made it half way across and waving his arms frantically in the air. We looked up and saw Clearstar and her baby hadn't fully flown past the cliff yet and were still right above our heads.

"Clearstar! Wait!" After much calling and yelling and waving his arms in the air, he caught her attention. She swooped downward and landed on the field right in front of Jack. She lowered her head and dropped her baby and it quickly crawled under her and right to her side. Jack, now breathing and inhaling deeply, wrapped his arms around her snout and began sobbing. Heather, Astrid and I stopped and stood about fifteen feet away from the two of them.

Clearstar's eyelids began to droop sadly as she watched her owner break down right in front of her. "Why Clearstar?" He sobbed. "Why do you h-have to go? Y-Y-You can raise your baby h-here, with me!" He lowered his head and furrowed his head in her scaly snout. He began to plea once again, but we were too far away to fully understand them. All we could see was his back rising and falling sharply as he sobbed, arms wrapped around her mouth as he did.

I sighed sadly and stepped forward, walking toward him slowly.

"Jack?" He turned his reddened eyes to me, still tightly clutching the Changewing. He let go and turned to face me fully. He then walked back over to me. "Hiccup, t-tell her that she can l-live here. With me!" His shoulders were shaking violently as he continued to breathe in and out sharply and quickly. I sighed again. "Jack, I, I can't." "What do you mean you can't? You're the best dragon whisperer there is! Let h-her know that she c-can still live w-with me and," "Jack," I cut him off.

I closed my eyes and let a breath out through my nose. I opened them back up and looked him right in the eye. "Jack, I can't stand between a mother and her baby, and neither can you." He didn't seem to like what I was saying because he was shaking his head and mouthing the word "no" repeatedly. "She has a nest, she has a home." "Right! With me!" "Jack, you wants what's best for her, don't you?" He squinted his eyes and looked at me. "Of course I do!" "And you want what's best for the baby, right?" He let out what sounded like some sort of growling noise.

"Hiccup! What are you," "Do you, or don't you?!" He began to stumble over his words now. "Yes! Yes, absolutely! Clearstar means so much to me! She was my first dragon! She- She is my first dragon! Now she has a baby, I can. . . Can," He faltered and finally stopped arguing. He turned his head and saw the baby still rubbing against his mother and purring. She was watching him closely and let out multiple cooing sounds.

Jack continued to breathe in deeply and sadly, then he looked down and closed his eyes. I walked up and placed my hand on his shoulder comfortingly. "Jack, they have a home. She can raise him to become a strong, brave dragon. If you truly want what's best for her, for the both of them, you'd respect that."

He let out a deep, long, calming breath, raised his head and looked over his shoulder at me. He closed his eyes and nodded sadly. "You're right."

He looked forward at the new mother and her baby and walked up to the two of them. The baby, seeing him coming, darted away from his mother and ran over to Jack's feet. Jack stopped dead in his tracks as the baby rubbed his body around Jack's ankles. Jack scooped the dragon in his arms, held him out in front of him so he get a good look at him, then pulled the baby into a tight hug.

The baby chirped and looked around confusedly as its body was being pressed against Jack's. When he was done, Jack held the baby out in front of him again. "Take care of your mama, ok?" the baby chirped again happily. Jack, tears now successfully falling down the sides of his face, lowered the baby to the ground and watched him walk back to his mother. Clearstar then walked up to Jack and purred loudly.

Jack threw his arms around her once again, trapping her snout under his vise-like grip. I heard multiple sniffling noises again and realized that these weren't coming Jack. I looked back and saw Heather's hands over her eyes and shoulders shaking. Astrid was at her side and wrapped her arm around her, trying not to allow her own tears from breaking free.

I turned my attention to Jack once again, who was now rubbing his hand up and down on her snout, her eyes drooping down sadly on his shaking body. "Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you for being the greatest dragon anyone could ask for." He let go and stepped backward toward me. "Don't, don't forget about me, ok?" Clearstar closed her eyes, nodded, and let out a snort. "Because I won't forget about you."

Clearstar turned her back to the four of us, lifted her baby again, and unfurled her wings.

"Goodbye."

Clearstar flapped her wings a few times, then with one final push, she was airborne. She flapped her wings and she flew forward, over the cliff and toward the horizon. Soon, both her and her baby disappeared into the night sky.

With one last shaky breath, Jack said "I love you." Then he closed his eyes and lowered his head once again.

I just stood there, watching as Jack shed his tears. Heather walked up past me and stopped behind jack. She looped her arms under Jack's and wrapped them around his chest, pulling him close to her. She rested her head on his shoulder and whispered "I am so sorry." Jack leaned his head against hers and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "She was a great dragon. She'll be just fine." Jack lightly nodded. "I know," he said almost under his breath.

Jack raised his head up, sniffled one last time and turned around to face us. Heather released him and stood in front of him, waiting for him to say something. "I, uh, I'm going to want some time alone, if you guys don't mind." All three of us shook our heads. "Take all the time you need, hun." Heather stepped forward and kissed his cheek lightly. She turned and walked past Astrid and I wordlessly. The two of us looked at Jack, who only nodded and turned his back to us, gazing out over the horizon.

Astrid and I both sighed and turned around. We reached the hole and walked in, heading for the other side. I turned and looked over at Jack one last time. Still facing his back to us, his eyes never broke away from the ocean, looking at the spot where his dragon once was.

Now,

Astrid and I walked side by side, quickly approaching Mulch and Bucket's home. It wasn't long before we heard the sounds of sawing and hammering. We rounded the corner and saw Bucket standing on a bench and hammering long pieces of wood over the large gaping hole and Mulch sawing the wood to the correct length to cover the hole. Once we were close enough, Mulch looked up and smiled his usual warm smile.

"Well hey there, ya two." Bucket, hearing his friend speak up, turned his head over to us. "Wha? Ahhh!" He stepped backwards and fell off of his bench, landing flat on his back, dropping the hammer and the piece of wood he was holding. "Careful there, Bucket!" The tall Viking stood back up and quickly grabbed hold of his hammed with his good hand. "Sorry, Mulch!" Mulch rubbed his temples lightly with his left hand. "Oh, that man, I swear. Anyways, what can I do ya fer?" "Is Jack still back there? We came to talk to him."

Mulch's smile faded. "Aye, he's still back there. He's not doin' to well I'm afraid. Your friends came over and told Bucket and I all about what happened with his dragon and the egg. Poor lad." Astrid and I nodded, then she spoke up. "There's one thing I don't understand though." Mulch looked at her quizzically. "And what's that, dearie?" Astrid's mouth turned into a straight line. "Well, Hiccup said that he dropped the egg over the forest, right?" I nodded. "Well, then how did the egg just so happen to show up in your guys' backyard?"

Mulch scratched his thick beard with his hooked hand. "Well, I'm afraid I can't answer that one. I don't remember seeing it on my hay pile a few days ago." His face suddenly lit up. "Which reminds me, I've got to get more hay from or stash in the woods. Those sheep of ours go through that like it's water I tell ya."

My eyebrows knitted. "Wait a minute, did you say you have a stash of hay in the woods?" Mulch looked at me confusedly. "Yes, we do. Not far from here. Just a few miles, why do yeh ask?" Astrid seemed to be getting the same idea because she spoke up before I could ask the next question. "And when was the last time you brought hay back to your house from your secret stash?" Mulch looped his fingers around his hook hand and tried to think. "A few weeks ago, I suppose. Why do you ask?"

The two of us looked at each other. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Astrid asked. "Would you two mind filling me in, here?" Mulch asked in his polite manner.

"Mulch," I started, "do you remember when Dagur and the Berserkers invaded Berk with those floating contraptions a few weeks ago?" He nodded. "Well, Dagur had the egg in the basket with him, and I dropped it over the woods." His eyes widened. "Are you suggesting," "What? That Hiccup dropped the egg onto your stash of hay, which saved it from cracking open, just so you could bring it here and for us to find it the night that Dagur decides to go nuts? Yeah. I'd say that's what we're trying to get at," Astrid filled in.

My eyes widened in astonishment. "Wow. What, what are the odds of that ever happening?" Mulch shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know what to tell ya. I don't pay attention to what is inside of the hay when we load it onto our wagon. You just happened to be lucky."

"Yeah. Lucky," I said, still in a state of disbelief. I guess in the end, everything does work out for the better.

I cleared my throat. "Well, can we go talk to Jack since he's still back there?" His smile returned. "Of course you can, but that black haired girl came walking over there just a few minutes you two showed up. You can go meet up with em if you want."

Astrid and I shared a quick look and darted for the partially covered up hole.

Meanwhile,

Jack was now sitting with his legs over the edge of the cliff, resting his elbows on his knees and resting his chin on his hands. His eyes were fixed on the horizon, watching the sun rise slowly over the vast ocean. His eyelids were growing heavy and bags began forming underneath his eyes, but he didn't care. He fought the fatigue and kept his gaze on the open sky.

Heather quietly walked up behind him, determined not to break his concentration. Her eyes darted to him, then to the sky, where he was looking. She raised her fist to her lips and cleared her throat. Jack's head perked up quickly and his turned his head back to see Heather standing a few feet behind him.

"Oh, um, I didn't see you there." He rose clumsily and dizzily to his feet, rubbing his eyes with the heal of his hand and wiping his nose, sniffling as he did. "Um, I'm, I'm sorry. You're probably sick of seeing me cry. I'll uh, I'll just head back home." Heather raised her hand. "No. No, it's ok. You can stay here. I uh," her cheeks began to rosy up, "actually came down here to sit with you." She rubbed her arm nervously. "That is, unless, you want to be alone right now."

"No!" He said a little too loudly. "No, it's, it's fine." He turned around and sat back down, dangling his legs over the side of the cliff again. Heather came up on his right and sat down next to him, swinging her legs over the edge as well. The two of them shared a long, quiet moment, just staring out over the ocean and to the morning sky. Heather finally spoke up. "I'm sorry about Clearstar."

He said nothing. Rather, he just let out a breath through his nostrils and lowered his head. "I know how much she meant to you." He still gave no response. Heather bit her lip nervously. "And I want you to know that if there's anything you need, anything at all, you can always come to me. I want you to know that." He turned his head and stared into her emerald green eyes. He attempted to say something, but a sob broke through instead and he finally broke down. Heather leaned forward and caught him as he started to cry almost uncontrollably, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and burying his face in the crook of her neck. She returned his embrace warmly.

She held him tightly and rocked soothingly from side to side, whispering comforting and soothing words into his ear. "It's ok. Just let it all out, that's it." He continued to sob, shoulders sharply rising up and down as he took in many shaky deep breaths. "H-h-how could she j-just leave me?" Hearing him talk like this, so heartbroken and destroyed, made her eyes begin to water. "Jack, listen," she pulled away and positioned him so he was looking her squarely in the eye.

"I know it's hard, and I know that this must be very hard for you, but you have to understand. Clearstar is a mom. And in order to do what's best for her baby, she had to leave." He closed his eyes sadly. "Doesn't it make you feel at least a little better knowing that the baby can grow up big and strong like his mom?" He sniffed and opened his eyes a little. "Yes," he said sheepishly. Heather let out a dry chuckle and wiped a tear from his cheek.

"Clearstar loved you Jack. I know she did. And you know what I know what she wouldn't want?"

Jack looked at her, wanting her to continue. "She wouldn't want you to be like this. She wants you to be strong, and brave, and work your way out of this, just like the Jack I know. . . And love."

Jack took in a quick breath and his eyes widened. "Y-you what?" She giggled at his confusion. "Oh come on! You know it, and I know it. Haven't you noticed that since I moved here, my time has almost always been spent with you?" He couldn't help but smile and chuckle at her little outburst. "And for good reasons too." He smiled wryly. "And what reasons would that be exactly?" "I'm sure you already know the answer to that one, Hotshot." "True, but I'd like to hear it come from you."

She laughed. "Well, let's see. You're . . . Handsome, funny, smart, amazingly athletic," Jack kept nodding and twirling his hand, urging her to continue. "And. . ?" She laughed and stood back up, pushing dirt and grass off her pants. "That's all I've got." Jack laughed and reached his hand up. She grabbed on and pulled him to his feet. The two stood there for a few silent moments, just staring into each other's eyes.

"Feel better?" She asked. Jack looked back over to the horizon and sighed. "A little. I'm gonna miss her though." "Me too. But hey, there are other dragons out there, you'll find another one eventually. Clearstar would want you to be happy." "Yeah, you're right. But no dragon could ever replace her." She shook her head in agreement. "Well, how about we go and find you a brand new one? I'll help you pick it out. Unless you want to wait?"

"You know," Jack intertwined his fingers inside Heather's, "I think I might wait for a while. I want another ride on Starburst." Heather giggled. "Alright, but it'll cost you." He chuckled a little. "Fine. What is it you want?"

She grabbed his neck and pulled him down into another kiss. She cupped her hands around his jaw and pulled away. "I want you, at my side, at all times." He smiled, leaned down and accepted another kiss.

"So."

They pulled away again once they both heard the sound of a familiar feminine voice. They turned towards Mulch's home and found Hiccup and Astrid, standing side by side, smirking with their hands crossed over their chests. "I think he's doing better. What do you think, Hiccup?"

He rubbed his chin with his fingers thoughtfully for a few seconds. "I'm still not sure, Astrid. I'm not fully convinced yet." The two of them shared a snarky laugh. Hiccup then looked directly at Jack. "You doing alright?"

"Oh yeah." Jack grasped Heather's hand again and looked down to her.

"I'm doing just fine."