You're not fragile, you weren't. You were the first person to ...

[ To see me, and I didn't know how not to hold you every second of every day. Sighing as he sinks into the hug, he runs a hand up through Hiccup's hair at his nape, the spread of fingers over his cheek a comfort. Not nearly as warm as he's used to nowadays, so he hastily raises his temperature as much as he can. Good job there, too. He fails to notice everything. ]

Don't ever die for anyone, especially not me. Hic, the whole reason I — I wanted you to be one of us, it was so you'd never have to leave. Not unless you decided to. [ Swallowing hard, he lowers his gaze. ] I'm ... I'm sorry it seemed that I asked that of you. I should have explained so much ...