[ The sensation of taking everything Hiccup has isn't one he'll forget in a hurry, writhing underneath him as hot come paints his walls, only allowed to drip free once Hiccup pulls out. Jack immediately rolls up next to him and stuffs his face first in messy, clumpy auburn hair, then against a chest as the other man sits up.

He curls his legs up and drags the blankets to hide his face, only a peeping eye and his white hair on view. Out of sight, he rubs an ankle idly against Hiccup's. ]

... I love you. [ Sighing, it's with no small degree of feeling stupid that he tiredly explains. ] I'm sorry. I know it almost never happens nowadays, but I fell for you the second I saw you. Then you turned out to be amazing, too.

[ The bedsheets shrug as he half-closes his eyes. ]

You could ... could get back with Astrid if you wanted. [ Quieter, he adds, ] I want to be with you however you think I can fit into your life.