Based on the quote : "I'm with you to the end of the line." - Captain America 2: Winter Soldier

Jack sank into the uncomfortable, plastic hospital chair, numbness washing over him. He told himself that Hiccup would be fine, the doctors would be able to heal him, but still worry wrapped itself around his heart clenching it tightly. He stood from the chair, pacing the corridor a few times before settling back into the chair.

His hands tightened slightly as the nurses at the intake desk sent him another pitying look. He still had no idea how badly Hiccup had been hurt and the doctors had yet to tell him anything. His eyes flicked to the entrance bay, surprised to see Stoick walking in, looking around frantically. Jack supposed that despite the fact that Stoick had disowned Hiccup years back, he was still his son.

Stoick caught site of a familiar white head of hair, scrambling over his own feet to get over to where Jack was sitting. "How is he?" he asked, his voice a jumble of nerves and worry.

"They haven't said anything yet." Jack replied stiffly. He had no clue as to what exactly was the protocol for dealing with his boyfriend's extremely distant father.

Stoick nodded, awkwardly sitting in the chair one over from Jack's. The two sat there awkwardly for what seemed like ages before an older man came out. "Haddock?"

"That's me." Jack said, standing once more.

"And you are?" the doctor appraised him.

"His long term boyfriend."

"Jack Frost?" the man asked looking down at the papers in his file. At Jack's nod he continued, "Hiccup was in pretty bad shape when he got here. We tried our best but unfortunately we had to amputate his leg right below his knee. It should..."

Jack went completely numb, the only thing he heard was that they had taken Hiccup's leg. How were they going to deal with this? Intense anger poured over him. This was all his fault. If they hadn't had that stupid argument, Hiccup wouldn't have left their apartment, wouldn't have been in the accident.

Jack was pulled from his thoughts as a heavy hand descended on his shoulder. "I know I haven't been the best or most supportive father, but right now Hiccup needs you." He stared at the older man in wonder, this was not the Stoick he had encountered before.

"When can I see him?" He asked the doctor, anxious to apologize to Hiccup.

"You can go in now. He should be waking up soon. Just a warning though, he is on a lot of pain medication at the moment." The doctor motioned to escort him to Hiccup's room. Jack turned towards Stoick, pleading for the older man to follow. He received an awkward nod in response. Silently the trio made their way down the white hallway, the stale scent of disinfectant assaulting Jack's nose.

Upon seeing Hiccup in the hospital bed, all Jack could do was think of how small his boyfriend looked in the bed. He rushed to his bedside, kneeling next to the bed, hot tears pouring from his eyes. Wordlessly Stoick took a chair, carrying it over to the bedside, placing it beside Jack. He took a seat in the corner of the room, unsure of how Hiccup would react to his presence.

Jack wiped his face with his hoodie sleeve, finally taking a good look at his lover. Small bruises had already formed on his arms and face, along with some small cuts that Jack knew were probably caused by glass. Jack's eyes wandered down. He trembled as he took in where Hiccup's keg tapered off under the bed. He intertwined his fingers with Hiccup's, needing to feel some sort of connection to him.

Negative thoughts and guilt flurried into his mind again. This was all his fault. He had cost the love of his life his leg.

Despite the doctor's estimation, Hiccup did not awake until early the next morning. Stoick had long fallen asleep in his seat, head tilted back in such a way that Jack knew the man would definitely have a crick the next morning. But sleep had not come for Jack. Instead he thought of the future and wept silently for Hiccup. No sleep turned its back on the young man, refusing to give him any respite from his own guilt ridden mind.

Hiccup awoke to the sound of loud beeps, sharp pain, and what sounded like quiet sniffles. He opened his eyes blearily and found himself staring at a white room. He wondered if perhaps he was still dreaming when he saw his father asleep in the corner of the room. His gaze was redirected however when he heard a sniff from his left side.

"Jack?" he asked cautiously.

"Hic! You're awake! I..I... I thought I lost you today..." Jack admitted quietly. Relief coursing through him as he heard his boyfriend's voice.

"What happened?" he had faint memories of them arguing and how he had left their apartment in anger but after that, there was simply nothing.

"You...you were in a car accident Hic. I should probably call the nurse."

"Jack? How... how bad is it?" Hiccup knew something was wrong. He had never seen Jack so skittish like this before. Not even when his younger sister had been in the hospital with hypothermia.

"It's bad Hic..." Jack squeezed his hand reaching over with his other to press down on the button that would summon one of the nurses.

"What's he doing here anyway?" He asked motioning to his father in the corner.

"I think...I think he wants to make amends Hiccup. You should have seen the way he came in earlier, despite what he said, the man loves you."

Hiccup nodded slightly. Hiccup tried to shift in the bed and instantly he knew. He knew what he had lost. He looked down, noticing where his left leg stopped compared to his right. He flung the blanket off, taking in what remained. Bandages were wrapped around the fresh wound. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes. Why had this happened to him? The nurse and doctor came in, taking note of Hiccup's state of being.

Hiccup had mentally checked out, lost in a world of wondering what would happen to him.

"Jack...I'm scared..." he whispered roughly, no longer able to hold in the tears, they flooded down, dripping onto his lap.

"I know Hic, but it's going to be okay." Jack spoke with conviction, "Because you and me, we're in this together, until the end." Jack pulled him into a careful embrace, taking care not to hurt him. Hiccup buried his face in the crook of Jack's neck, feeling slightly better knowing that if nothing else, he would always have Jack by his side. Jack pulled back from the embrace, placing a kiss on Hiccup's forehead.

"I love you so much Hic, I don't know what I would do if I had lost you." Jack murmured, shaking his head at the thought.

"I love you too Jack." Hiccup whispered back, still half-lost but at the same time, tethered to earth by Jack Frost.