A/N: Hello everyone! Ok, before you start the story, there will be a few things I have to share with you.

1.) This is NOT, I repeat NOT, a RotBTD FanFic. I'll leave it at that, so sorry all of you fans, you won't find that here, or any of their 'adventures'. You will not find Merida or Repunzel anywhere in this.

2.) This is NEVER, EVER, EVER, going to be a... *shudder* JackxHiccup story (Which I find utterly, UTTERLY, disgusting.). I was browsing through the crossovers and that's all I could see: RotBTD and HxJ.

Leaving with that, and like I said in number 2, that's all I saw. I thought that some of you may just want a plain adventure story with none of that in it. Just plain fun and excitement. I know I would. I probably sound like a brat right now, but I'm just telling you about it now so none of you can't say I didn't warn you, and I apologize for my complaining and my criticizing.

On that happy note, I've got to warn you: I've only seen Rise of the Guardians twice. Please correct me if I get something wrong at points with that. I'm not sure I'll get anything wrong with How to Train Your Dragon though...I've seen it more times then I can count, and it's my favorite movie...but still, correct me if I do something wrong.

Disclaimer: I do not own HTTYD or RotG or their characters, they all belong to Dreamworks and Cressida Cowell (the author of the HTTYD books).

With that, let the fun begin, and happy readin'!

Prologue

This, is Berk. It's twelve days North of Hopeless, and a few degrees south of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the Meridian of Misery.

"Hiccup!" I heard someone shout at me from the opposite side of the great rock Toothless and I were currently perched on. I smiled and shook my head, "What is it now, Snotlout?" I shouted back, Toothless kicking in with his own grumble. Snotlout sneered back at us from his position on Hookfang, "Do be so confident. Hookfang and I are going to fly circles around you two!" he said, patting his Monstrous Nightmare head. "Well, lucky for us that doesn't matter. What matters is who's faster, and I think we all know who the leading champion is." I said sarcastically, Toothless flashing my cousin a toothy grin.

"I don't know...maybe someone else will win this time?" Fishlegs called from the other end of the line we were forming. Snotlout just snickered, then let out a laugh, "Yeah, sure. And you and Meatlug'll definitely win this one!" he teased. Fishlegs grimaced.

"Snotlout." another's voice called out from the left of me. Astrid stared him down, glaring, until he held up his hands in defeat. "Ok! Ok! Just having some fun, that's all!" Snotlout defended himself. Astrid's eyebrows rose with confusion, "And that's what you call fun?" she questioned. Stormfly squawked and jerked a bit from underneath her, anxious to start the race. The twins' Zippleback chirped their own rhythm, agreeing with the Nadder and anxious as well. "Can we just get a move on?" Ruffnut questioned from on top of Barf, her head of the Zippleback. "Yeah! What the prize if you win?" her twin, Tuffnut questioned. "There's a prize? Now I really wanna win!" His sister exclaimed. "No, I'm going to win it long before you do!" he shouted back.

I held up my hands to motion for them to stop, and said, "Woah, woah, woah, ok stop. Two thing wrong with what you guys just said. One, You'd both win whatever 'prize' you're thinking of; you're riding the same dragon. Two, There is no 'prize'. This is just for fun." I explained. The twins looked at each other with judging expressions, then back at me. "And what's supposed to be fun about that? With no competition?" Ruffnut questioned. A feeling of tease rose up inside of me, and I turned to see Astrid smirking at me. "Well, it's not supposed to be fun it's-" I cut her short. "Yeah yeah, it's a 'Hiccup' idea, we get it. No need to rub it in Astrid, thank you." I said, rolling my eyes. She just chuckled.

"Well are we going or not?" Snotlout complained. I nodded.

"In 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2-"

"GO!" Snotlout shouted, laughing as he took of first with Hookfang.

We stared after him in shock and amazement at the fact that we did not see that coming, and took off after regaining ourselves.

I clicked Toothless's prosthetic, letting it glide and his wings do some of the work; we were already in the motion of passing everyone else. I looked down on my right to see the village bellow us.

My home.

Berk is a beautiful place, it is. Dragons of all shapes and colors roamed around freely, flying with their masters or helping them out with their chores. It was a wonderful sight, really. I smiled at how much it's changed, and all of that because of me. Me, the village runt and Hiccup the Useless. Ha, who would've thought?

In a word: Sturdy. It's been here for seven generations but every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets, but the best parts are the pets.

Toothless growled and snapped me out of my trance, bringing my attention back to the race. I looked back to see the others catching up some, and I clicked his tail again to a new position, like the one I used during Thawfest, and a great burst of speed flew from us. I could see Snotlout and Hookfang coming closer, and from that I knew we were catching up. "Come on bud!" I shouted as we flew faster and faster along the course.

Other places have ponies or parrots, but we have

dragons.

Wel quickly passed the leading pair, and made our way over the Great Hall, which was the finish line. I clicked Toothless's prosthetic in some as we neared the ground, and landed smoothly. I pat his head as the others flew in behind us. "Great job, bud! Wasn't that hard, was it?" I questioned him with a smirk. He shook his head and grumbled at me, sharing a gummy grin.

I turned around to see the other teens land on the steps of the Great Hall next to me, and I welcomed them with a wave. Astrid and Snotlout just sneered at me. "Well, it looks like Hiccup and Toothless win...again." Fishlegs announced to them as if they didn't already know. We all walked down the steps, our dragons in tow. Toothless stayed right by my side, like he always did, as we made our way down to the dock. Why'd we go down there out of all the places? Don't know, we just did.

As we were walking we were greeted from many Vikings on either sides of us. It was like that everyday now; fighting a Great Dragon doesn't go unnoticed around here. We were just about to walk down the slop to the docks when we passed the Forge, the place I used to (and still do) work while the dragons raided the village. At first we just walked by it carelessly, when something appeared at the back of my mind.

I ignored it, thinking it was nothing, and kept walking. What ever it was that was nagging me made me turn around again and looked back at the slightly worn down place. "I'll see you guys later." I muttered, and raced back to the place behind me with the other staring in confusion. I didn't hear Toothless follow me, so he must've also been confused, but I wasn't worried. And sure enough, The big paws steps echoed behind me as we ran into the Forge.

I walked around to the back of the soot filled place, around to my workshop in the way back, instantly the thing that was tugging at my brain went away, as I remembered what Gobber had assigned me to do yesterday. On the far off bench, was a pile of bent swords, axes, daggers, and other various types of weapons. At first I was mad that Gobber had come back here without telling me (like he would listen anyway), then I saw that he had neatly pushed away my papers and drawing and sketching utensils on either side, so nothing could get damaged.

I eyed the mound of beaten metal. Sure, there weren't too many, but sharpening took a while.

Toothless, sensing that there was going to be a wait, grumbled and walked silently over to 'his' corner of the Forge, to take a nap like normal. I snapped my fingers to keep him awake, and pointed to the coal-oven in the other corner of the room; I knew that some of these would need a little more than just sharpening.

Toothless looked at me, and used his paw to motion 'down'. Getting the memo, with a quick gasp, I ducked as a fireball flew over my head, landing square in the coals. "Toothless!" I scolded. His reply was simple: he put his head down, closed his eyes, and simply ignored me. I growled at him, but forgave him as I grabbed the first weapon (a short sword) off the pile. I dragged it over to the sharpener, and grabbed the large circular stone's handle and cranked it a few times to get it spinning. Then, I set the sword on top, moving my hands to its base so it could sharpen correctly.

Sparks flew everywhere like normal, when I usually use the sharpener. The sound of metal against stone drowned out the sounds around me, and I was lost in thought.

My mind flew through random thoughts, and one came up about the upcoming holiday. It didn't really have a name, and mostly the little kids of town actually enjoyed it. It was a fun holiday where the kids run around with baskets looking to collect colored eggs. It was always fun to watch, but we never really joined in much.

I had a flashback to when the teens and I were kids, and how they'd always seem to find the eggs before I could, leaving me with none every year. Because of that, I never really grew fond of the tradition.

Apparently I was pretty much completely lost in thought, because the next thing I knew I had knocked over a wooden barrel full of nails and metal scraps because someone had tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up too see Astrid standing above me, trying not to laugh at the sight.

"Astrid! Hey -hi! Hi, I was um...what are you doing here?" I stuttered quickly, picking myself up and turning around to try and clean up the large mess of metal that was now scattered on the ground.

She kelt down next to me and picked up the nails around her, putting them back into the barrel, then repeating the process. "So, you won the race again today." She said normally, although I could tell there was something up from the way she hid it. "Yeah...sooo?" I stretched. I had to wait a second for her to answer. "How'd you do it?" she finally asked. My head perked up; no one ever really asks me stuff incase I get into too much detail on designs...I'm guessing...

"Toothless's tail fin. I upgraded it so that it would help him fly faster." I explained. Her eyes widened in interest. "But he could fly just fine with his old one, why upgrade it?" she questioned. At this I got up and walked over to my desk, leaving the rest of the mess for Gobber to clean. I pulled out one of the many notes I had on speed, height, length, mass, all technical stuff about my dragon's tail prosthetic. "I assume if we ever get into another fight with Alvin, we'd need a quick escape." I explained, handing her the paper.

She studied for a moment, then handed it back to me. "Well...Toothless could fly just fine and fast before." she stated, crossing her arms. I nodded. "Now you're going around acting like Night Furies are the fastest, huh?" she joked, punching my shoulder. I laughed, I knew she was joking. Still...I could have my fun in joking, right? I shrugged, "Well, they are." I stated with a smirk. She glared at me with an expression that she was up to no good. "Oh really? Well, then I'm sure me and Stormfly would be honored if you came to help, since I guess Nadder clearly wouldn't pass a Night Fury's speed stats..." she trailed off, this time she being the one smirking, knowing she had me cornered.

I held up my hands in defeat. "Alright, alright. Meet me and Toothless over at the Cove tomorrow, and we'll show you how speed's done." I said, putting away the paper and kneeling to pick up the rest of the metal scraps. "Whatever, Useless." she said, knowing the name irked me. "See you tomorrow!" she shouted, running out of the Forge, probably back home from the signs of the sun on the water, alerting the presence of night approaching. I watched her leave with a smirk on my face from her sarcasm, when I went to stand up and hit my head on the Sharpener. "Ow!" I muttered, rubbing my head. I turned to see Toothless cooing and looking at me, then to outside of the Forge, then back at me.

"What are you looking at?" I questioned, knowing full well what he had been looking at. He cooed playfully again, and I flicked him in a friendly fashion, as I left the pile of bent metal for tomorrow.

"Mhmm...very interesting..."

The cold voice echoed through the cavern. A man in a black robe was circling a sphere, eyeing and touching different areas with with interest. His pale hand brushed over the space where The Atlantic Ocean was located, where no lights were. Unfortunately, he was looking for something different. "Kids these days...holding onto their precious thoughts...it's pathetic." he said to no one in particular. His voice echoed through the empty cavern, and he looked up at the dull light that lit the place; a hole that use to be under a broken bed. 'Maybe that's where you belong!' Bunnymund had told him.

Well, he was wrong.

They all were.

Pitch started chuckling maliciously, his plan bouncing around in his mind. It was a simple plan, yes, but a non expected one. He focused his attention back onto the globe, his eyes darting from place to place. Africa? No; believers. America? Nope. Japan? No. He groaned; why were there so many children?

Any place, any place at all!

Suddenly his eyes glanced up near the top of the hollow globe. He squinted his eyes and rubbed them, thinking they were playing tricks on him. He leaned up closer, and almost started to laugh again. The one place...

Scandinavia. There was a light here and there, but very few, enough to count on both hands. He looked up a little past it and saw a small island. There were dots covering the island, clear sign of children, but not a single one had been lit. Not one. His eyes widen and he drew a breath. This time, he really did start laughing. He closed his eyes, and laughed loudly. "Oh you pathetic Guardians! Seems like you've been neglecting your duties! Well, that'll soon be to your disadvantage...a great disadvantage..." he chuckled.

Suddenly his heart was filled with some feeling, a dreadful feeling; Joy. He growled, Sandy must be bringing those sweet dreams around again tonight. He ignored it, but suddenly his face lit up. Sand...he need only a little, and he'd be all set. Letting out a sigh, he made his way out of his cavern, and up the hole, to the outside. Even from where he stood in the woods, he could see the Dream Sand soar through the air, taking shape of many amazing things. Just a little...

He floated lightly through the air, to the nearest village.

The Dream Sand coursed through his pale fingers, the grains turning black with his touch. "Just a little more..." he muttered. Finally, he had a pile of the now blackened sand down at his feet, and a good dose of it too.

He held out his hand, and lifted his palm up. In command, the sand started swirling and swirling, until his famous black Nightmare was in full view in front of him. He patted the horse's mane, and whispered the words, "No betrayal. Not this time. This time, you'll be feeding off of the fear of those the Guardians can't reach." The Mare shook her head, agreeing. "Good. Now, you and I have some dreams to kill." Pitch said, and with a snap of his fingers, he and his Nightmare vanished into the shadows, their destinations ways away.

Prologue complete!

A/N: Did you all enjoy what I have of this? I hope so! Even if you didn't I thank you greatly for reading it.

This is just the prologue, and the first chapter should be up sometime this month. I'm sorry in advance if I make you wait. I know, I know, it's definitely rushed at points, and I'm sorry.

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I hope you enjoyed what I have, and that you have a great rest of your day, viewers!

-catz4eva101