[There's sand everywhere, that's for sure, and he doesn't want to imagine what his usual pale skin will look like later. But for now he doesn't care, Jack is the happiest man in the world.

Chuckling back, he turns on his side a bit to cuddle Hiccup, a finger brushing his husband's arm up and down over and over, as if this little touch was fascinating (it is for him).]

Mmh, I guess we can take a break sometime and pretend to be interested in tourism or something. Like... there are horses, we can go riding.