Okay so I'm not a doctor, nor do I know anything about amputations. I did some research, but I don't fully know the procedure of it. So whatever medical stuff I write, is legit just me writing whatever I can to make it sound like the real deal. I am not medically trained and I never will be. Trust me. You don't want me as your doctor.

The doctor was talking with Hiccup. After three days they said he could go home, but it was going to be hard. Though his leg was healing exceptionally well, it was going to take some time to get used to it. A nurse taught him how to change the bandages and the hospital even gave him a pair of crutches since he said wouldn't be stuck in a chair. Now he sat on the edge of his bed, dressed in his clothes Old Wrinkly had brought from home.

"So you'll have to go to a specialist so they can measure everything and then they can start making a prosthetic." Dr. Mulch handed Stoick a list of different specialists. "Therapy is also something he should do if he wants full use of his leg again." Hiccup listened to them as he put on his shoe, tying it up. He went to put on his left one and stopped, fingers shaking slightly. "He'll have to get used to walking around on a prosthetic since it will be a different feeling than walking on a foot. It might hurt a little at first but with therapy and practice he should be fine."

Stoick nodded, glancing at Hiccup. "Is there anything else you suggest?"

Dr. Mulch moved his jaw around, running a hand through his hair. "I highly suggest therapy, not just for his body, but for his psychological trauma. You have a younger son as well if I remember correctly; both of them of should at least try and see one. They can go together or separately. I can give you the names of some wonderful family therapists if you'd like." Stoick nodded and the doctor wrote down some names. "Give these guys a call or you can search for one on your own if you'd like."

"Thank you," he said. "Hamish, are you ready to go then?"

Hiccup looked at his left shoe and the fact that his pants were hanging limply off his leg. "Yeah," he muttered, "ready." He grabbed his crutches and stood, not sure what to make of the feeling. His left leg twitched and he wanted to stomp down and feel his foot connect with the ground, but he could only swing his leg uselessly. Slowly, he managed to make his way to the wheel chair the doctor had brought in. It was standard procedure that every patient, no matter what, be taken out in a wheel chair.

Dr. Mulch called in a nurse to push him out while Stoick held onto his crutches and whatever they had left in the room. Hiccup sat with a completely blank face, only moving when the nurse started pushing. Jack had left early to go home and eat something fast. Old Wrinkly took Toothless home so they could greet Hiccup there. There was no doubt in his mind that Astrid was probably waiting for him to call her. He watched the halls blur by, not really aware of where he was. Everyone was so emotional and trying to help each other while he didn't seem to feel anything. It continued to bother him that he wasn't crying or even trying to cry. He just couldn't.

"I'll bring the car around." Stoick went into the parking lot of cars and Hiccup finally noticed they were outside. The cold air felt good at first but before he knew it he was shivering, teeth chattering against each other. He didn't know it had snow so much since the accident. Some cars were completely blanketed in snow and their car must have been too because it took a while before Stoick pulled up. He helped Hiccup into the passenger seat, making sure he was completely buckled in before going to the doctor to thank him.

Hiccup looked around the car and felt sick. It wasn't his mother's car, but it was certainly just as terrifying. What if we get into another accident? His hands gripping the armrest and the door handle. I can't do this. He bit down on his lip hard, tasting blood as he tried to figure something out. No I need to stay calm. As Stoick got in the car, he relaxed his arms and wiped his mouth, finding blood on his hands.

"Hamish," he sighed. Going through the glove box he pulled out some paper towels and wiped his son's face and hands off. He ripped off a clean piece and pressed it to his lip. "Hold it there," he instructed. Hiccup did as he was told and looked out the window, watching a couple walking into the building. "So when we get home you'll get to shower. Do you need any help doing that?"

"No Dad, I'll be fine." Hiccup folded the paper towel to a clean section and reapplied it to his lip. "I can take a shower by myself." He really just wanted to be alone for a moment. Since he was in the hospital there was no time be alone. There was always someone there to watch over him and he was beginning to get sick of it. Leaning his head against the window, he tried to calm down and close his eyes. When he opened them they were sitting in the drive way, engine off. "Did I fall asleep?"

Stoick looked at him and stepped out. "You did and I didn't want to wake you. The pain killers are going to make you sleepy, the doctor warned you about that." He got the crutches from the back and came around to Hiccup. He opened the door and held up the crutches, letting Hiccup take them. "Now go slow, we don't want you to fall." Hiccup ignored his comment and brought his good leg down, wobbling for a moment before straightening. "Can you make it up the front steps?"

Hiccup rolled his eyes and made his way over to the porch. Stoick was right behind him, hands out just for safety. He brought his leg up and stepped down, bringing his crutches over to the next step. His arms were aching by the time he made it to the top, but he made it by himself. Stoick opened the door and he stumbled into the house. He made it to the kitchen and took a moment to catch his breath, looking up to find everyone standing around the counter.

Astrid pushed away from the group and Hiccup was in her arms. She gripped him tightly but then remembered he had been in the hospital, loosening her arms. "Hiccup you made me worry so much. Damn it!" She shook her head and looked him in the eye. "I'm sorry though, Hiccup, I really am. You know I'm always here." He watched her smile past the small tears in her eyes and he hugged her, missing the feeling of it.

"Careful with him Astrid." Stoick put down his stuff on the counter and took note that Jack was sitting with Toothless. "Hamish, why don't you go take a shower and then you can go lay down." He nodded and Astrid let go of him reluctantly. "Are you sure you don't need help?" He asked again.

Hiccup flattened his lips. "I'm fine." He went over to the stairs and Jack trailed behind, a worried look on his face. "Jack, didn't you just hear me? I said I was fine." I don't want anyone to worry about me anymore.

Jack just continued to stay next to him, watching him carefully as he took one step at a time. It was a slow and painful process but eventually Hiccup got to the top of the stairs. "I'll get you some clothes okay?" He walked past him before he could protest.

"Jack," he growled. He went to the bathroom and started the shower. Stopping he looked down at his leg, wondering if he should cover it when he was in the water considering the bandages. He never asked the doctor what he was supposed to do. Or if he did explain it, he wasn't listening. Jack came in with clothes and a fresh towel.

"What's the matter?" He asked, noticing Hiccup's confused gaze.

"I don't know if I should cover it or not." Hiccup knew that everyone was aware he had lost a leg, but it was still too hard to say out loud. Jack lifted a hand and went out of the room and the brunette teen raised an eyebrow not sure what to do. When he came back in with a plastic bag and tape they stared at each other. "You can't be serious?"

Jack put it down next to his clothes. "Just do it in case. I'll be outside if you need anything, okay?"

"I don't need help-" Hiccup started but Jack was gone. The door was shut and he pursed his lips, starting to undress. He put down the toilet seat lid and stripped off his shirt and managed to take off his pants and boxers. With the help of his crutches he made it to the sink and grabbed the plastic bag and tape. He sat down once more and wrapped up the bandages, making sure it was watertight. I don't need help. I can take care of myself just fine.

Putting the crutches against the wall, he stood, pressing one hand against the wall as well. He figured if he jumped he could get to the shower and finish up quickly. Moving as carefully as he could he thrusted his weight forward, only to lose balance. He crumpled to the floor and tried to hold back the screams as he checked his bad leg, finding no damage as far as he could see. "Damn it." Crap what do I do now? Pushing himself back up on his foot he quickly dropped again, not used to the uneven balance.

The door opened and Hiccup glared, wondering if Stoick had ignored his comments from earlier. Jack had the door closed and was by Hiccup's side in less than five seconds. His hands were on Hiccup's shoulders and arms, their eyes meeting. "I told you to call me if you needed help," he muttered.

"And I told you I was fine," Hiccup replied hastily. He tried to cover himself to the best of his ability, face turning red. "Just leave me alone; I can stand by myself-"

"Would you just shut up for a damn minute?" Jack shouted. Hiccup stared at him as he lowered his voice. "Look Hiccup, I understand you're trying to be strong and show everyone you can take care of yourself. But you need to face it. Sometimes you just need to rely on others." He slipped an arm around his waist, hoisted him up, averting his eyes. Together they made it to the shower and Hiccup got in, hand pressed against the tiled walls to stay up. Jack took notice of how much of a struggle it was going to be if he needed his hands to stay standing. "Hold on for a second." He disappeared out of view.

Hiccup's cheeks were burning and he clenched his hands. He practically fell again when Jack got in the shower with him completely naked as well, closing the glass door so they were both incased in the steam. "J-Jack what are you doing?" He tried to claw the door open but Jack slapped the back of his head.

"I'm helping you. Now this can either go the easy way or the hard way. Your choice." He waited for Hiccup to argue again. When he didn't, he grabbed the shampoo and began to wash his hair. "Close your eyes so the soap doesn't get in them." Hiccup did as he was told and tried to keep his heart from racing. "Step under the water." Jack's hands were around his waist as he hopped forward, letting the shampoo rinse out of his hair.

"You didn't need to do this," Hiccup sputtered. Jack silently pulled him back out from the water and grabbed the wash cloth from the small hooks they had hanging from the wall. "My dad could have done this. You don't…" He trailed off when he noticed the look he was getting.

While rubbing the soap into the cloth Jack shook his head. "I didn't think you'd want your dad in here washing you." I didn't think you'd want anyone else to see you like this. "Besides, if you really get nervous then I'll step out and wait outside the shower for you."

Hiccup watched him and felt his eyes lower slowly before closing them. "No. It's okay." Jack smiled and started scrubbing his neck and chest. "Ow, you don't need to rub so hard," he complained.

"You were in the hospital close to a week, you probably smell horrible. And I can bet any money when they offered a sponge bath you passed it up without a second thought." Jack moved to his arms and the back of his shoulders. "Besides, I just want to make sure you're clean."

He worked quietly the rest of the time, only really making a noise when he reached the end of his stomach. Hiccup flushed and dug his nails into his palms. This is so embarrassing. I can't handle this right now. Not at this moment. Both of them held their breaths and he scrubbed as quickly as he possibly could, going to the legs right after. "What about you?" Hiccup asked, hoping their uncomfortable positions wouldn't be the only thing on their minds. "Aren't you going to wash up?"

"I will, once you're done," he said simply. When he finished he stood, their eyes meeting. "Hiccup, listen," he whispered, "I know things are difficult and it's going to be hard. But I want you to know that you can call me any time and I will be here as soon as I can." His hand slipped over Hiccup's chest and throat so it cupped the back of his head. "I'm always there. I understand you have your family and you have Astrid, but I'll be right here. No matter what." Hiccup bent his head to his touch and closed his eyes. "I just want to make sure you're okay."

"I know Jack," he said. "I know that but I also know there are more important things that you need to do. I mean, we've only been dating for about a month and even then, it's still awkward. I understand you'll be too busy for me sometimes because of school or family." He reached out away from the wall and grabbed Jack's waist, pulling him close. "I don't want to bother you just because I can't take a shower." I would want you next to me forever if you kept doing this. I don't want to be so dependent on you.

Jack traced his lips with his thumb over and over again. "Well I'll still be here anyways. Every day." Hiccup opened his eyes and for a moment felt completely at peace, wrapped in the warmth of the steam and being so close to Jack regardless of clothing. "What did you do to your lip?" He asked, going over scab that had formed once it stopped bleeding. "I don't remember you having that at the hospital."

"I bit it driving here," he explained. "I'll be okay." Jack kissed him softly. "Was that supposed to make it feel better?"

"If any little bit helps, yes. Why? Did it work?" He grinned and Hiccup felt something shift inside him.

"I guess a small amount." He shrugged and Jack kissed him again. He moved down to the cuts and bruises, already healing. To each one he pressed his lips against them. Slipping out of Hiccup's grip he bent down once more and kissed his leg, even the plastic bag. Hiccup tried to move away, making a noise. "J-Jack don't-"

Standing Jack cupped his face. "You said it helped. I'm just doing what I know." He gave a sad smiled and dropped his hands so they were settled on Hiccup's shoulders. "So I covered all the external wounds, now for the internal." He lowered his head and pressed his lips to his chest, right above his heart. He could feel the small fluttering behind his ribs, trying his best to mend it. "Better?"

Hiccup pursed his lips and actually felt his eyes burn, but he blamed it on the steam. "Yeah," he croaked, "better." After a moment he smiled a little. "I'm just surprised you knew the difference between internal and external considering what an idiot you are."

Jack broke out into a smile and hugged him tightly. "There's my Hiccy," he murmured. It didn't matter that they were naked in the shower. Both of them knew nothing was going to happen. So they just held onto each other, water thrumming against their skin in a rhythm.

Digging his nails into Jack's skin, Hiccup closed his eyes to keep them from burning even more. Unbalanced and uncoordinated, he leaned against Jack, letting the older boy hold him up just like he wanted to. "Here I am," he whispered, "here I am."

While Toothless watched TV and the other kids were upstairs with Hiccup, Stoick sat down with Old Wrinkly in the dining room. Both of them looked tired and disheveled as they began to talk. Stoick rubbed his eyes, blinking multiple times before he would stop. "I wanted to talk about funeral plans. Knowing Val she wouldn't want a huge one."

Old Wrinkly nodded, tapping his bony knuckles against the table top. "Yes, she wasn't a very showy sort of girl." He thought back to when she was younger and smiled slightly. "She would want it to be small and comfortable."

"So I'll make it only family and close friends," Stoick said. He hesitated before speaking. "They said there was too much damage done to her body for them to have her prepared for a funeral. So we're just going to have her cremated. I hope that's alright with you."

"Well, I can't say that I'm happy to burying ashes of my daughter, but as long as she rests in peace I'm sure she'll be happy wherever she is." Old Wrinkly waved his hand through the air.

Stoick looked at him and cleared his throat. "You don't think she's in heaven?"

The older man shrugged. "She can be wherever she wants to be. She's not bound by earthly rules any more. Val could be watching over us right now since she always was a worrier. You know how she is; always wanting to make sure others are alright before herself. That girl," he sighed, "I swore she was the most selfless daughter a man could ever ask for."

"She was the best and only wife I could ever have." Stoick ran a hand over his beard. "I just wish I could have spent more time with her. Everything, now that it's gone, is just so empty. I should have changed many things about myself now that I see it."

Old Wrinkly put a hand over his. "Then why not start now? Val is probably waiting for you to start and she just needs to see you try." He winked and Stoick even smiled a little. "Don't worry Stoick, it'll get better. I promise."

"How did you do it? How did you make it through losing your wife?"

They looked each other straight in the eye and he just laughed. "I just kept listening to her," he tapped his chest, "and she kept talking."

After finally rinsing off and drying each other's hair, they got dressed. Hiccup waited for Jack to open the door and they walked over to Hiccup's room where Astrid was waiting. She stood immediately and hugged Hiccup again, running her fingers through his hair. "Well at least you smell a lot better," she joked.

They all laughed but Hiccup's seemed forced. "I guess so." He sat down on his bed and Jack sat next to him without a second thought. "So how was Christmas?"

Astrid explained the details of her holiday and they listened, sometimes inputting a joke. Hiccup stayed quiet for the most part, just listening to her talk about her normal family gathering. He needed a dose of something as calm and as normal as that, reminding him that the world would still turn no matter what happened in his life.

"That sounds like a fun time," Jack laughed.

She nodded and looked up at them since she was sitting on the floor, legs crossed. "And what about you Jack, what'd you do?"

He lost his smile for a moment and quickly brought it back. "I spent it with Hiccup for the most part. We just hung out and talked or slept. Whatever Hiccup felt like doing." Hiccup frowned, realizing he had been keeping Jack from his family the entire time. I kept telling him to go, he thought, he wouldn't listen. Jack must have noticed the look on his face because he brushed his hair. "But I enjoyed it and I got to spend the whole time with Hiccy, so there's nothing to worry about. It was nice." It was obvious he was trying to cheer him up.

"Sounds like a usual time with you guys anyways. All you two ever do is talk." Astrid tilted her head in hopes Hiccup would pick up his mood. "Unless of course you guys are kissing which is really uncomfortable by the way."

"I can't help it; Hiccup is just too adorable not to kiss." Jack snickered and Hiccup glanced at him. "What? Why are you making that face? Does your leg hurt?" He had gone from flirting to worried in under a second. "Do you want me to get your medicine from your dad?" Going to stand his arm was caught by Hiccup's hand. "Hiccup?"

He looked at Jack and his fingers tightened their grip. "I'm alright I was just thinking about how much of a dork you are for calling someone as manly as me adorable." With a crooked, somewhat broken smile, he laughed. Or, tried to at least. "Sit down, nothing hurts for right now." Nothing you can see anyways.

"Ugh, you guys are flirting again." Astrid rolled her eyes. "And I thought before was bad but now Jack is in full on boyfriend mode and it's almost sickening how sweet it is." Hiccup raised an eyebrow and she smiled. "Please, don't act like you don't like it. You probably loved getting smothered by him." They were all trying to ignore the giant elephant in the room and for a moment it seemed like it was working.

"Well if he doesn't then he must be suffering." Jack kissed his cheek. "But you like it, right?" He pouted and Hiccup blinked slowly.

"I'm sure getting chewed on by a lion would probably be worse. So I guess it's not bad." Jack fell back with a groan, throwing his arm over his eyes in a dramatic act. "Oh calm down, I said it's not that bad." Another groan and he smiled. "Okay, okay. You're tolerable." Now a cry and arm flailing.

Astrid stood and dusted off her pants. "Alright love birds, I have to get back home but I'll keep my phone near me at all times." Hiccup got up and hugged her awkwardly, crutches jabbing her sides. "You better talk to me alright? Even if it's just something stupid." He nodded against her shoulder and she sighed. "I love you Hiccup, so you better get well soon."

"Love you too Astrid," he said. She left and went down stairs. He turned and faced Jack who was frowning, eyes focused on the ceiling. "You can't be jealous of Astrid."

Jack sat up. "I just don't like hearing you say that to others. It feels weird. I don't know." Hiccup scoffed and he got off the bed, throwing the covers back. "Can we just lay down? I like when we do that." He climbed under the covers and patted the empty, narrow space next to him. "Please? Don't make me beg, I'll do it." Hiccup propped his crutches near his bed and slid under the blankets so he was next to Jack. He was jostled and bumped until Jack was holding him, satisfied with their position. "Are you doing okay?"

"I'm doing fine Jack," he said calmly.

"You suck at lying," he moaned.

"I don't because I'm not." Stop seeing through me so easily.

"Liar." Just talk to me.

"Jack." I don't want anyone to see this.

"Stop lying then." Just tell me what's wrong.

"I'm not though!" He pursed his lips and tried to wiggle his way out of Jack's arms but the older teen wasn't budging. "Let me go."

"So you can do what? Try and walk away from me?" He raised his voice slightly. "We both know I'm going to catch you no matter what at this point so don't even try to move." Hiccup fell slack in his grip and Jack was panicking. "Damn it Hiccup." He brought the younger boy closer, kissing his face. "Damn it just please talk to me."

Hiccup looked at Jack square on. "I don't know what to say," he admitted. "I don't know what to feel. I don't know what to do period. Everything inside me is just this-this mess of nothing and I don't know what to do. I want to feel something, but it's just like my body won't let me." When he finished he felt like some weight was lifted off his chest, but not all of it. "I'm sorry."

Jack curled around him. "Stop apologizing," he ordered. "Is there anything I can do?"

Deciding it was better to finally tell the truth than to lie to Jack, Hiccup nodded. Jack waited patiently, blue eyes searching his face. "Can you just hold me? Like this?"

His cheeks were burning but Jack just smiled and nuzzled him. "I'd be glad to oblige."

"Thank you." He ducked his head so it was just under Jack's chin, his arms curled between them. "Can you stay like this for a while?" Jack's hands started rubbing up and down his back in a soothing motion, giving him his answer. "Thank you," he said, starting to nod off. "I love you." Falling asleep quickly, he didn't hear Jack's response.

But he already knew it by heart anyways.

Yay heartfelt shower scenes~ (REMEMBER I AM NOT A DOCTOR SO I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING)

Kisses and unicorns

~Shi