[ As lanky as his body is, he finds it easy to curl up just so in those arms and feel the world slip away outside their circle, unimportant. Hearing and feeling Hiccup sigh, then the forehead kiss, Jack holds onto him just as possessively. ]

I ... [ Hesitantly, he swallows. ] I think I need to go back to the den. Just to ... to see it. To know you're not still there.

[ He can't reach back and find the happier memories anymore, not when all the most recent ones are of separation and anxiety. ]

Could we go there?

[ It was always more Hiccup's territory than it was Jack's, technically, and they've been apart so long ... ]