Hello. This is a Hijack. Some characters have remained the same as they are in the films, others have changed. I don't wish to give away to much though. I do not own Rise of the Guardians nor How to train your Dragon. I wish I did. This is the first chapter. There will be pairings other than Hijack. This is an M. Though not all the time and not until later. I thank you for reading this and hope you enjoy.

There's rules for love. One's that are weaved into unnoticed catches or shoved into darkened corners. Rules that Cupid plays by. A rule for each person and no rule the same. Made purely to adapt to the need of the person. Though rules are made to be broken, bent, tricked into showing loopholes. Rules that collide in mid air, overload with emotion, love, fear and desperation. So they run and jump onto the nearest breath, the closest prayer. And someone see's something they were never meant to.

A whole new world gets opened before there eyes, Cupid sit's back and laughs. At the surprise, the hate, the shock at seeing something so new that they should love. All the while the rule is slowly breaking it's way through the barriers placed around the heart, leaving it's mark. It burns and wields, shapes, speeds up the needed beats and trembles fingers. The rule needs more and soon the rule becomes permanent.

The rule that remains stuck with you, the rule of a first love that never get's forgotten. No matter how conscious you become or how many times you repeat pathetically in your head that the love is no longer there. It's no use, it will always be there, no matter how many more rules happen to latch to your body. The original rule will fight, create it's own barriers.

The rule is not vain however, nor does the rule expect to remain in control forever. No but by now he has hold of something so precious and so overlooked, other rules never think to remember. The rule has the purity of the first love, the knowledge of those very first feelings. He has the first beads of sweat created, the echo of the first speeding heart beats.

Those other rules can work, they can become black and blue and close to giving up, but no matter how fast they speed up or sweat themselves, they will never be the first. Never be able to claim the rights.

And Cupid is still laughing, her eyes filled with humor and sadness. Though she knows she has the best job, she get to sit back and look at the pitch black sky and see the flames that light it up. To be able to know the spark that get's admitted when the person you first loved comes back. Even if for the briefest of moments.

Yes love has rules. It can never just be love. It takes strength and want, some rules do go right and those people stay together for years, but the one's with the wrong rules, that's the love you need to watch out for.

'Do you never get tired of seeing this. Watching girls cry and boys frustrate themselves. The harm?' It's a question so valid, yet to Cupid means nothing. After seeing the world grow and change and people fix themselves, there's no need to care.

'Never. There's never two situations the same Bunny.' Cupid ignores the growls. The kicks of the cold ground, bangs of boots against concrete. He can be mad all he wants, there's no rule for the two of them yet anyway.

'There's a hiccup though.' Then the bangs stopped and she felt the floor move as the man came back. She knew he was confused she had no need to look.

'A hiccup?' Cupid smiled. Yes this, this was the newest adventure, the newest rule. The newest rule sent to the wrong person. People.

'Yes. You see there was a rather large Hiccup. A rule seems to have been split. It's jumped into two people, unknowingly bonding them together.' The gasp was music to her peaceful ears. Cupid just went back to watching the sky, then looked at the street below. At the blonde boy and the brunette boy. Walking away in different directions.

'So oblivious.' These two would need to remember each other.

Then among the sparks she noticed the golden sand, that gave the children beautiful dreams. 'I have to go Aster, though as always it's been a pleasure.'

'When will I see you again?' Cupid laughed. Though this time with sadness.

'Why don't we keep praying and maybe the right rules will finally be given to us.' The kiss was soft. It always soft. It said Hello and Goodbye. It was there own promise, that they would wait and one day, maybe, it would finally happen.

Soon.

P.S: I apologize for grammatical errors.