Holy shit! i just realized that i didn't upload this! I went to look at my stories for the first time in months and I realize that i never completed the story! Luckily, I had saved all of these stories on my computer, so now I can complete where I have left off. To anyone interested in my other works, ever since the release of the final Heroes of Olympus book, I have been thinking about trashing it and publishing my other things that I have been working on. Oh by the way, I have not seen HTTYD2 yet so I have been avoiding the fandom. That's all going to change in about 2 days! Onward, my friends to the nightmare part of this.
Red blood spilled from a self inflicted wound on his own wrist. He smirked at the pain. He deserved it, the pain, the suffering, the soul wrenching nightmares that made him want to kill himself. But he can't kill himself. He was immortal. He the worthless and useless. He let the love of his life, the onlyone onlyone onlyone to believe in him, die. In fact, he himself had killed him. If it weren't for his winter storms, Toothless would not have been having trouble controlling his false tail-fin. Hiccup wouldn't have fallen. Hiccup wouldn't be dead.
He could have saved him.
Jack acknowledged the fact that he was a cold blooded murderer and punished himself accordingly. He gave himself pain because it was the only thing he could feel anymore.
He couldn't go on like this.
ALL HIS FAULT.
With another line drawn on his skin, and an extreme amount of red snow around him, Jack's world went peacefully black.
Hiccup woke to the sound of gasps of pain and the feel of damp tears falling on his face. His lover, the not-so-mythical being Jack Frost, was crying in his sleep. The viking jumped to his knees on his mattress and woke up his boyfriend, letting him cry on his shoulder. He gave Jack love and support when he needed it without having to ask. Jack knew he would miss this when Hiccup had left him for Hades.
The end.