Time for some post HTTYD3 content!

If you read any further and get spoiled, you were warned.

-HTTYD-

He was just sitting in his chair, listening to his grandchildren scamper about the place being chased by their parents. The trips to the Hidden World had slowed as the generations that lived with them thinned, losing people like Valka and Gobber and Eret that understood.

Hiccup glanced over to where his wife slumbered, curled up under thick pelts to keep the chill off her bones with a raggedy old dragon toy balanced precariously atop her, a 'gift' from a passing grandchild.

Closing his eyes with a view to a nap himself, Hiccup had barely started to relax when he felt it. A sharp ache somewhere in his chest, one that settled low in his stomach like swallowing ice. The pain passed as suddenly as it had come, but when Hiccup raised his hands to wipe his face, they came away wet with tears.

And somehow, he knew.

-HTTYD-

HE KNEW!

Prompts for shorts to go here are open! But I really do mean shorts. Nothing that would take a story to cover. Like, a thousand words or less is a nice length, no?