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[ It's like walking into an old house and knowing every angle of the doorframes, each corner and twist, all the views from the windows. Jack clings to Hiccup in earnest as he gives himself over to making love to him like this is the one place on earth he was meant to be, joined and complete. Familiarity and longing swells in his chest. He doesn't mean to cry, so he ignores the damp tracks down his temples from an overflow of emotion and tries to laugh through breathless moans. ]

Badly ... Been waiting so long, I — I missed you ...

[ That doesn't make any sense, he knows, shaking his head helplessly. I did though, I missed you. Missed us. I'm so weird, I'm sorry. Trying to make it up to him and prove he isn't a weirdo, he tugs him down for a hungry kiss and rides Hiccup harder. Don't listen to me. ]