[He presses a kiss softly to Jack's lips, silencing that train of thought as he lets his hand slip down to rest on a shoulder, drawing his arm over it shortly after. Hiccup lets his lips linger there as an afterthought, looking at Jack with the sincerest green eyes.]

It doesn't matter anymore.

[It definitely didn't matter anymore. That had been a thousand years ago, a whole lifetime ago. He pulls back slightly, squeezing the fingers trapped in his again.]

I'm not leaving. I never will. Not even if I turn into a dragon. I told you, I'm with you until the world turns dark and cold.