Toothiana smiled contentedly, releasing a satisfied sigh as she glanced over at Jack. He was immersed in thought, blue eyes fixed on the wall covered with childish drawings of a girl with long, golden hair, a boy riding a dragon, another girl shooting an arrow on top of a horse. They were sitting in Jamie's bedroom, where the boy slept soundly. Tooth nudged Jack, grinning.

"What are you thinking about in such a concentrated manner? I've never seen you look so..." She struggled for the right words. "Conflicted, or even wistful." Jack turned his head sharply from the drawings.

"Just... Remembering." Unable to respond, Tooth gazed at Jamie's sleeping face, a dream of baseball hovering over his head in golden sand. She ran her delicate fingers through the boy's brown hair, a dreamy grin on her face.

"Is Jamie the first child to believe in you?" Silence. She turned, confused, only to be met by Jack's saddened face, eyes glazed over as if he was holding back tears. "Was he?"

"No, but he was the first in a long time. There was only once when... when there were these three kids right? They... they were the first to believe in me. I'd forgotten how it felt to be believed in, so... it was shocking when a modern child like Jamie saw me." More silence. Tooth fluttered up to the bedpost, relaxing as she sat. She tucked her head in her palms, facing Jack.

"Tell me about them. How you met them. How they believed in you. What their names were and how they looked like. Everything, actually. Might help to pass the time."

Jack hesitated, then quickly wiped at his eyes. "Uhhh... Okay. So as I said, there were three. Their ages were all below 20. The youngest one I met at the start was around 14." He paused, leaning his head once again against the wall, eyes closed.

"They were... brave, selfless, innocent kids."

"Where are they now?" Once Tooth uttered the words, she immediately regretted it. Of course, they had... passed away. As if to confirm her conflicted thoughts, Jack stifled a sob and a tear escaped.

"They were all I had. But then... they grew up, they got older. And now..." He shifted his head to the side, eyes transfixed on the door. "And now they're gone."

The words struck at Jack's heart, stabbing it as memories flooded into him. Tooth examined his sorrowful face with sad eyes.

"Now begin the stories. I might be able to recognise them, considering they probably also lost teeth." She smiled, and Jack's quivering mouth drew up to a weak grin.

"Alright... The first... he was the youngest when I first met him. 14 or 15, I can't really remember. He was next in line for the role of chief for a viking colony. The Hairy Hooligans, I think he said. We used to laugh for ages about the name, even when he became chief. His name... His name was Hiccup. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third."

This one's pretty special to me. I was browsing through a couple of the Big Four edits, and I found one that hinted of Rapunzel, Merida and Hiccup's death, after believing in Jack, and that sort of sparked this idea. I'm going to only have a few chapters for this one. Around 6, including this and the conclusion/ending. As you can probably guess, this is going to be pretty short chapters, one for each of the three's memory.

Hope you enjoy them and I'll try to make them as feelsies as possible. I think. ;)

So love me/hate me/favorite me/follow me/and remember me