Based on this video ( you-tube-.-c-o-m-/-watch?v=NQ401EYCNZc minus the dashes ) by quicktrick ( quick-trick-.-t-u-m-b-l-r-.-c-o-m )
If you found the movie(s) sad, and you hate Pitch, this will probably make you more sad, and hate Pitch even more. You've been warned.
Jack sighed, perched on the roof opposite of the one he was keeping an eye on. The winter spirit was invisible to everyone around him, wandering aimlessly across the earth trying to get people to notice him. He'd already encountered the others like him; Pitch, Sandy, North, Tooth, Bunnymund. It didn't ease the pain of being invisible. In fact, it made it worse because people could see them, and that irked Jack. So he wandered, and eventually he'd found someone he liked. A young, scrawny, freckled, brown haired, green eyed boy that nobody paid attention to. The people around him were practically giants, tall and muscly, and didn't give him the time of day because of his size and lack of accomplishments.
Every day, Jack could see how much it bothered him, being shoved aside or mocked for his attempts at being noticed. His heart ached for the boy, so he kept an eye on him, always watching through the window and following him around the village. There was one place, though, that Jack somehow always managed to lose him. Most nights, when everyone was asleep, Hiccup(he caught his name from the other kids making fun of him) would sneak out of the house and into the forest. Every time Jack made an attempt to follow, he would lose sight of the boy and end up having to fly back to the village and wait for him to come back, which he did just before sunrise.
One time he did it during the day, three days in a row. It was peculiar, but to no avail, Jack still couldn't follow him. The winter spirit grew frustrated, and when the lad snuck out of his house after the third day he found a huge fit of ice and snow rained all over his neighbor's house. After that, the brunette checked his surroundings before disappearing into the forest, as if expecting to find someone watching or following behind him.
A month later, Jack found out why. His efforts on finding out why had never ceased, and they finally paid off. Tonight was a night like any other, but Hiccup seemed more relaxed as he leisurely strolled into the forest. Oddly enough, Jack could actually keep up with him, trailing close behind him through the forest. It was weird; the winter spirit was used to being disappointed and alone among the trees. So when the brunette walked out of the safe cover of the trees and into a cove, Jack stayed behind. What he found was not he was expecting at all.
Hiccup's shadow stretched and drew on the ground, and from it emerged Pitch Black, looking expectant. He murmured something Jack couldn't hear, and Hiccup nodded with wide eyes, saying something back.
Despite his efforts, the winter spirit couldn't make out what they were saying, but he figured it had something to do with the ferocious dragon that Pitched dragged out of the shadow by black foggy chains. It struggled and snarled, a restraint around it's head and shackles around it's paws. It spit fire, missing both Pitch and Hiccup and hitting in the giant boulder Jack was perched behind. He ducked, hiding from view for a minute before he peaked back over to see what was going on.
They all had moved. Pitch was holding the dragon back by the chain, facing Hiccup with a mischievous expression. No way, he wasn't going to… The dragon screeched and reined back on it's hind paws, wings spreading wide and mouth opening, the back of his throat lighting up. Immediately Jack threw himself over the boulder, lunging with his staff poised. The attack was countered in a huge explosion of steam and flying chunks of ice. When it cleared, Jack was crouched in front of Hiccup with his staff pointed at Pitch, who looked pleased. "Jack, how nice of you to join us," he said, voice creeping along his skin and making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
"Are you crazy? Wait, don't answer that. What are you doing attacking a human child?" he accused.
The grin only widened. "What human child?"
"What is wrong with you, that one right there," Jack said, incredulous, as he turned around to point at Hiccup, who looked… completely unafraid. His forest green eyes were wide and staring up at Jack innocently, anticipation written all over his face.
"Are you sure that he's… human?"
The longer he stared, the more and more Hiccup's skin seemed like it was fading into a pale gray, hair darkening to a crisp raven black, leaving Jack rubbing at his eyes to make sure what he was seeing was real. His jaw dropped when his eyes glinted a shimmering gold in the moonlight. No way, that was impossible. But it was happening right in front of his eyes. He was frozen to the spot as Hiccup moved closer, slowly wrapping his arms around the winter spirit. Jack's heart clenched as the smaller body pressed against his, hands reflexively coming up to reciprocate the gesture. Hiccup looked up at Jack, eyes wide and hopeful.
"He wants you to join us, Jack. He knows that you've been watching over him."
Hiccup slowly rose up on his tiptoes and pressed his lips to Jack's. For a few moments, Jack remained stiff and unmoving, but he only had so much restraint, could only use the blind confusion for so long. His arms closed around the smaller body and he pressed his lips back firmly, and closed his eyes against the feeling of Pitch's power invading his body. It ghosted along his skin, whispered dark promises into his head, an ungodly pleasure where his skin touched Hiccup's.
When Jack opened his opened again, the world was painted differently. Everything was brighter, clearer, but there were new things that he had not been able to perceive before. Shadows writhed and danced like living things, wandering without a physical object to attach itself to. Hiccup let him go, gazing in awe at the world around him, soaking it in, not quite sure what to think of it. When he finally looked back, Hiccup was standing next Pitch, the dragon laying on the ground unmoving. The young fearling smiled at Jack, eyes twinkling from the light of the small fire hovering inches above his open palm.
"Now all you have to do is prove yourself."
Jack watched from the air, floating next to Hiccup on a Monstrous Nightmare and watching the other dragons terrorize the village. The statement had been directed at Hiccup, and Jack was to simply watch and remember the experience for when his time came; Hiccup didn't look worried. He flew closer to the ground and Jack followed, eyes searching out a target. He must have found one, because a shadow was morphing in front of him in the shape of a crossbow, and the single arrow he let loose shot home in the back of a large man with a long red beard and fur cape, and he staggered to the ground and didn't get up again. Stoick the vast, leader of Berk, Hiccup's father. Satisfied, the weapon dispersed and he reared the dragon's head back, the beast letting out a terrifying shriek and started spitting fire everywhere, burning houses and towers and large stationary weapons, and finally, Meade Hall, the heart of the village. Hiccup raised his hands then and aided the dragon, fire laced with darkness spreading from his palms and enveloping the ancient structure.
They returned to higher up in the air and watched long after the dragon's left, long after the grand hall had gone out and nothing but a mountain of charcoal and rubble remained. The loss of their leader and their place of gathering and comfort was all it took for the entire village to shake apart under the chaos; Pitch approved. They left Berk together, and never looked back.