The sky was overcast; the light pale and shallow as Jack made his way slowly toward the crest of the hill, clutching a bundle of white asters. The air was brisk, the trees were bare and cracked, scattered sparsly throughout the field. Jack was beginning to wonder where Hiccup would be, when, at last, he saw him there.

Jack's face broke into a soft grin as he approached him, coming to sit by Hiccup as he always did. Settling himself easily in the grass, Jack set the flowers beside him.

"It's been a while, Hic," Jack said, squinting at the stony clouds; "But I remembered to come."

Jack laughed. "Do you remember when we met? You were really young, Hic, but I sort of felt like your protector. Your guardian.

"How about the first time we rode Toothless together? That was amazing. Remember, that one time, when I made it snow on your birthday? You should have seen your face, Hiccup. Priceless."

Hiccup was quiet. He wasn't much of a talker, these days. But Jack enjoyed his company, he enjoyed just sitting here, recalling old memories.

"I remember all the snow ball fights we had. You were never good at them, you know. Especially with your leg."

Jack winced. "When that happened, gods, Hic, you scared me to death. I remember the first time I saw you after that. You were pretty beaten up, but I was just happy you were okay."

Jack's voice grew quiet. "Do you…do you remember the first time we kissed?" Hiccup said nothing.

"I do. And then I told you that I loved you."

These memories hurt Jack's heart now, after all this time. There was a numb ache in his chest, where his heart stood still. His fingers trailed along the dry grass, pulling at the blades softly.

His voice almost inaudible, Jack said, "I wish I could've gone with you." A single tear trailed it's way down Jack's cold, sunken cheek. He brought himself to look over at last, though the sight pained him. In the space beside him sat a small, crumbling grave stone, adorned in almost unreadable faded lettering. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III.

"…Wherever you are."