So apparently I've lost any and all control of my muses and they are just doing whatever the hell they want...the bright side of that? This isn't so sad anymore! ^^ Short and sweet little epiloguethingy, hope you all enjoy it!
Carefully, Jokul closed the ancient book he'd acquired so many years ago. He had to hand it to the author's, the legends contained within were incredibly accurate; accurate enough to bring the bitter sting of tears to the corners of his piercing blue eyes as he read through that story…his story.
Much had changed since those ancient times. Grief and time had tempered much of the anger and rage that had so controlled him in his years as a young spirit. He had let the darker side of himself go, choosing to embrace the fun loving parts instead. He had made peace with Nifor and all the others from his past, he had made peace with his place in the world-and apparently he had shown true repentance.
"What's up Jack?" said the thin brunet boy currently resting his cheek on Jokul's chest. In response to the inquiring gaze Jokul leveled at him he said "You've got that look again."
Jokul chuckled light to himself "Just old thoughts Hic."
"Huh, well you should stop thinking them if they make you unhappy." The boy responded, his small hand slinking across the bed where they sat to intertwine with Jokul's.
"You are probably right. Now, you need to get to bed! You don't have school tomorrow and if I'm not mistaken I promised to take you to see the Northern Lights."
The smile that split across his companion's face warmed Jokul's long cold heart. "I still don't believe you can make it to the Arctic Circle and back with me in one day."
"Oh ye of little faith." Jokul said with a wink. "I won't be able to do anything with you if you don't get some sleep though!"
"Alright alright, sheesh." Without another word Hiccup nuzzled closer to Jokul, his fingers still woven through Jokul's "Night Jack." He whispered as he drifted off to sleep.
Jokul's gaze fell upon the story book he had brought Hiccup years ago, when he was no older than six; since then he had read the child a story from it every night, for the last eleven years now. As he shifted the book to the edge of the bed and slowly onto the floor a shaft of silvery moonlight fell upon its beaten leather cover. Jokul looked at the moon and smiled, thanking it as he did every night for the spindly young man lying against him. He shifted his gaze from the glowing orb in the sky to the brunet who had wrapped his free arm around Jokul's waist. Carefully, so as not to wake Hiccup, Jokul wrapped his arms around his sleeping form. This was their second chance and he was more thankful for it then he had been for anything; he would not mess this one up, no matter what it took-he was determined of that.
Quietly, so as not to wake his love, Jokul whispered "Goodnight Hiccup, I love you."
There you are, off to try and do finals work now -_- Let me know what you think with a wonderful little review and as always I love you all ^^