A/N: Hey! So this is the last chapter...* cries silently*.

WELL, I won't stop writing Hijack because of that so I'm *sob * fine.

And so the days slowly went on.

The first few in the hospital were tough. Just as expected, Hiccup soon developed a high fever from being left in the cold for a week.

The first night after Stoicks and Jacks visit when the sickness came around together with other problems, most believed he wouldn't survive. Mostly because of his way to skinny frame and young age. But he did indeed make it through, and from that point it got easier bit by bit.

Not that Jack will ever forget that night though. He remembered just how scared he'd been when his mother ended that phone cal. He'd remembered that look of pity in her eyes as she comforted the man on the other line, that look just increasing as she saw Jack had entered the room with fear in his ice blue ones.

Soon she hung up and embraced her son who had tears running down at that point. "It was Stoick," she whispered and Jacks heart felt like giving in to the weight and just sinking to the ground.

"Is Hiccup okay?" He whispered back, neither noticing Emma in the doorway as she studied the two with concern and confuse before Anna gently pulled her away to the girls room again.

"Yes, yes, don't you worry," Theresa answered but Jack pulled away.

"What did Stoick say?" he demanded, voice breaking.

And so his mother took a deep breath before finally explaining. "He had some problem with his lungs this night, one caved out. Its not unusual for those put in irregular temperatures for a time but it meant his blood lost a lot of oxygen. (Yup I've done my research. Mwahaha I'm so mean. You still love me, right? ...Right?) Along with that fever, he's not so good, but alive." After seeing her sons broken expression she quickly continued to comfort the second male that hour. "But it's going to be okay sweetie, they're doing everything they can to help."

Jack nodded silently before throwing his arms around his moms neck in yet another embrace.

But Hiccup actually did recover surprisingly good. Still, he had to be bedridden at the hospital for a while and using an oxygen tube together with lots of penicillin. The auburn headed boy had always hated to be stuck in bed, but he didn't mind too much seeing as Jack came visiting as often as possible and Stoick would try to get here pretty often too.

The two boys would talk about everything and nothing, from how Jack had punched Snotlout the other day for claiming he was the one to save Hiccup, too if Santa was real or not. Jack couldn't believe Stoick never dressed up as one when Hiccup was young: a big man with a bigger beard was perfect for it! There Hiccup accused him for admitting that Santa was parents dressed out, but Jack just laughed and continued to say it was all real.

Sometimes they would talk about what grew to be a taboo subject but Jack understood Hiccup wasn't ready to speak of it yet. Though a person that did not get that was a female psychologist from BUP, clearly the child department, that wore way to bright smiles, spoke much to loudly and pressured about every detail even though it had nothing to do with the ongoing police investigation. Luckily she didn't came too many times as Hiccup soon managed to drive her insane with no real answers and dry sarcasm. ("So how did you feel after the event, Hiccup? From a scale that ten is very good and one is very bad?" "Oh geeh, I don't know, left unconscious in the snow after being raped I have to say just perky, thanks. What do you say of a seven, maybe eight?")

So after two weeks when the teen was finally free to go home, he was pretty much okay if you count away the psychological part. Still he had to wear that nose breathing thingy for a couple more weeks just so the right lung weren't pressured together with not walking to much on his leg-stump seeing as it has always been sensitive to cold wheather.

By then, winter break was over and Jack was back to school (NOOO). Hiccup wasn't though as Stoick had gone overly-bear-mother-protective just like the year after that last time Dagur was on it. This time Stoick seemed very certain of doing a better job of protecting his little boy. Speaking of the devil, what happened to Stoick? Well, another surprise there. After a talk with both boys plus Theresa and her strong you-better-accept-this-relationship-or-you-better-watch-the-h*ll-out glare, Stoick actually went along with it. Sure he was really awkward and avoided Jack as much as possible at first, but that stone heart actually seemed to melt a bit seeing his son so happy around him.

And what about the other devil? That actually solved pretty nice too.

Dagur was found just a few days later, in Canada just as suspected, when he was caught shoplifting in a grocery store, which one of the workers searched up his register to see if he'd done it before. Seeing he was wanted, the police was there within the hour.

A month later, all the time Dagur was in arrest, a trial was held. When the date was set, there didn't seem to be any way of calming Hiccup down anymore. He would be fidgeting and look over his shoulder very often, not to speak of screaming in his sleep which cost him at least two extra weeks of having the breathing tube in his nose.

And when the day of the trial was there, Hiccup hadn't slept for two nights straight even if the one before Jack was beside him, all the while being close and kissing his soft auburn hair in an attempt to calm the panicking boy.

And he was panicky alright. Jack didn't blame him one bit. It must be horrible just to face the maniac again- but to actually be in a trial with that same man with the possibility of him not getting into jail for his crimes?

And that trial was indeed brutal. Dagurs lawyer, a tall man with black hair and huge hands, spoke often and long. The worst was how he actually dared to blame his Hiccup for wanting and begging for the coitus, as there was proof it had occurred there was no use denying it.

Well, Jack was close to strangling many people that day for example Dagur and Snotlout who had the belly to show up with his dad and recording with his phone before the guard took it away from him. Stoick looked pretty darn mad too.

The huge hand lawyer also stated in defense to why it was 'clearly too aggressive too be two-sided will', that it was Hiccups fault being premature, small and weak. Snotlout snickered at that, and that's when Jacks mother had to restrain him from doing anything stupid in front of a court.

"Then why was the boy completely abandoned in the obviously secluded and abandoned building?" the prosecutor accused, a blond woman in the thirtieths, who was getting more and more frustrated at the lawyer even if she his it good.

"Oh, well clearly my client didn't know he was unconscious. Then he woulnd't. It was just an accident to leave this poor child in the cold. Of course any coitus would need privacy by the way! Mr Maithorn just doesn't have a house here at Berk. And if I may say so, your honor. We've been at this before at 2008, and it's clear to me that Hiccup Haddock is trying to bring my client down again by lying like this. Again. Probably just seeking attention and publicy."

'Strangling you in my mind...' Jack thought as he glared at the man.

The trial went on for what felt like forever, some witnesses also joining from the café and a old man who said he'd seen Dagur drink at a bar near his house. All the while this lawyer went accusing Hiccup for lying about everything. That together with Dagurs stern and ice-cold eyes never leaving the boy for a single second, made him look just as pale as he did that first day in the hospital. Still he sat straight in his chair without bursting.

Eventually the lead judge actually said they'd heard enough and everyone left the room so they could consult in privacy. When the few people were finally let in again after maybe forty five minutes, Hiccup really looked ready to pass out.

The words that left the judges mouth then were the sweetest Jack had ever heard: "We have came to a decision. We have enough evidences and samples from different sorces to declare Dagur John Maithorn, as..." Honestly, there probably wasn't a break before that last word, but as Jack held his breath it really felt like forever before that club fell on the table and the word "guilty" echoed through the room.

Hiccup threw his hands over his mouth in a gasp and his prosecutor gave out a small cheer as she hugged the boy around the shoulders. Jack, Stoick and whatever other few people such as Gobber and Spite in the room erupted in cheers too.

"We sentence you too seven years prison time, three quarters not counted, at the-" that's how far the lead judge came before Dagur loudly scraped the stool backwards and flew up in his seat. Even though he wore handcuffs he somehow managed to quickly jump over the light brown desk to the other side of the room with a miniac yell of frustration, the first moment since he sat down. He just managed to rip Hiccup off his stool in a one second death grip around his swan throat before the two guards pounced on him and he was pried away from the room, all the while screaming and cursing Hiccup, promising vengeance while he tried to fight the two muscular men.

And just as quickly as it had happened, everything was calm again. His prosecutor immediately helped him stand balance, quietly asking if he was okay. Hiccup nodded shakily at the sudden attack but he couldn't help but smile ever so slightly. Guilty.

Dagur couldn't get to him anymore.

The trial was finally over and the two boys sat side by side in the backseat of Stoicks blue car, Jacks mom taking her own. Hiccup cried so much from relief and everything around that that it seemed impossible. Honestly, Jack cried pretty much too, they probably hurt the seat-leather a bit.

Meh. He couldn't have cared less. One; because Stoicks homophobic behavior could well take that as a small vengeance. Two? Jack were way to happy for Hiccups sake to even notice. And he was very happy for himself too. Because finally, they could go back to that amazing and calm relationship they began with.

How it went with that?

Well... Let's just say that the mischievous troublemaker guy and the sarcastic accident-prone boy made quite a team. Just not really problem less.

A/N: Does anyone want... A SEQUEL?!

Dun dun duh!

I don't have an idea for one, but yeah if you want one I'll do my best :)

Well, thanks a lot, lot, lot for following this! Love you :DDD!