Jack's POV

Hiccup lay gasping on the ground, clutching at his side, where a large, deep sword mark was. I froze the last of the opponents and rushed over to his side. He seemed to weak to scream. He was groaning quietly. He breathed in small ragged gasps. I crouched down next to him and tried to prise back the tightly clenched fingers. He hissed in pain and tried to turn over. He seemed delirious, his eyes were glazed over. There was blood pooling underneath him. I ripped a piece of my shirt off and wrapped it around his side. He screamed loud and long. There were tears streaming down his face. There was burn marks and huge gashes in his armour, bruises and cuts all over his face and arms. I put my hand on his side and he screamed again, but weaker this time. I winced, feeling the blood surging through my fingers. I closed my eyes and channelled all the power I had left and I froze the wound, stemming the flow. He was as pale as death itself. He seemed fragile as glass. He panted shallowly and flinched when he breathed in.

'Shh, shh.' I murmured soothingly, stoking the sweaty, bloodstained bangs off his face, coating the strands of auburn hair in a weak layer of frost.

'You're going to be okay.'

'N-no Jack. I'm not g-going to make i-it.'

'Yes you are Hic.' I said determinedly. 'I'm not going to let you die. You're too important to me.'

'What?' He said incredulously. Then he laughed tiredly, hissing in pain. 'Nobody cares about me Jack. Not even my own Father loves me.'

'No Hic. There is one person who cares about you.' I could almost feel the life snapping out of him. Not even a miracle could save him.

'Hiccup I- I. Love You!' I blurted out. He smiled, sighed and closed his eyes for the last time.

'No!' I sobbed. 'No Hiccup. Don't give up on me.' But there was no pulse or breath to be heard from him. I felt a presence beside me. But no. That was impossible. Hiccup was dead, lying on the ground infront of me. And yet he was standing next to me, seeming very much alive. I blink once, twice, thrice to make sure that I wasn't hallucinating out of grief. He ghosted a hand over my shoulder. Was it possible that he was a spirit or a ghost? But I blinked again and the apparition vanished.

'Jack?' Said a voice from another world. I shivered. I could feel a breath colder than my own on the back of my neck. I hesitantly turned around. Nothing. I sobbed. He was really gone. I buried my face in my hands. The next day I watched his boat be licked up greedily by flames and sink into the cold fathomless ocean. That was the last I saw of Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the III...

Im sorry for the shortness but there you go. Some HiJack/ Frostcup. I know it was a bad ending but sorry not sorry? Please comment what you thought and I will be welcoming to criticism.