Hello!

This is a new story that is a crossover between Rise of the Guardians and How to train your dragon. This is an AU where it follows Jack after "Tangled" and it begins in the start of How To Train Your Dragon. Things are going to be different considering that Jack is going to be there. It follows the plot somewhat closely however. If you have any questions please let me know!

"Jack" is someone talking in a memory/dream

"Jack" is someone talking normally

"Jack" is someone thoughts

Enjoy!

Chapter One: Not what I expected

"Jack!"

A gentle wind flows through Jack's hair as he lays down on the grass. He hears footsteps get louder and louder as the person who called him gets closer.

"Jack~! Come on! Let's go!"Giggles follow this voice and Jack wishes this can continue. He feels the person come closer and laughs when he feels her mess and tangle her fingers through his pale white hair. He feels nothing but warmth, as he feels her touch his face, he opens his eyes slowly to see bright, big green eyes looking right back at him.

He blinks, and curses silently when he realized he woke up. Grumbling, he takes out a bag that is bordering on being empty. He closes it and reminds himself to get it filled again next time he sees Sandy. Looking around, he remembers that he decided to fall asleep on a tree branch. Standing up, he looks around and grins when he realizes that he's near his favorite village to cover in snow.

Laughing, he calls out to the wind: "Wind, take me to Berk!"

Commotion was the only thing Hiccup could see and hear in the moment, other than the occasional axe that cut through the air or the blood-curling scream when a Viking saw another dragon that is. As much as Hiccup would love to join the fight to help catch a dragon, Gobber, his dad's closest friend and confidant, has him to help him instead in the smithing shop, fixing and handing out weapons or shields to however needs them.

This whole fight would be going a lot smoother, well as smooth as it can be, if it wasn't for the fact that there is a huge snowstorm going on at this moment. Grumbling, Hiccup was thinking of a way to escape Gobber's watchful eye. Of course, it seems like luck was on his side when the cry of dragons got louder and it seemed like the Vikings were losing.

"Aughh!" Knocked Hiccup out of his thoughts as Gobber screamed in frustration. "Hiccup! I'm leaving you in charge of the smithy!"

Hiccup couldn't hide the grin came out, he was finally able to test out his knew weapon that would allow him to capture a dragon, even better if it was the infamous Nightfury. "You're leaving me all alone her?"

To Gobber, it sounded like Hiccup was scared of the idea. Changing the hammer prosthetic to a double-headed axe, he told Hiccup, "Don't worry. You're small, and weak. That'll make you less of a target! They'll see you as sick or insane and go after the more Viking-like teens instead."

Groaning, Hiccup called after him, "The dragons wouldn't attack me because they wouldn't be able to handle all this...raw vikingness!" as he waved to himself. Chuckling, Gobber exited the shop with a scream that soon turned to a sneeze because of how strong the blizzard was.

Waiting for a few seconds to go by, Hiccup couldn't stop himself from shaking of his excitement. Taking off the blacksmith apron, he grabbed his creating and steered it to a cliff. Amazingly enough, without tripping or hitting another Viking.

"Alright Hiccup, this is your chance!" Hiccup told himself as he looked around to find the Nightfury. After minutes of waiting, he saw through the snow falling a shadow that seemed to be…fighting another shadow. Seeing his chance, he click the button on his contraption and the net flew through the air and hit something.

"Yes! I shot down two dragons!" Then he felt hot air blown on his neck. Slowly turning around, he did to find a tall, red dragon looking right back at him. If he was calm, he would've recognized the dragon as a Monstrous Nightmare, the dragon that loves to set himself on fire. Running however, seemed to be the better option in Hiccup's mind in this time.

"Jack! Come on let's go!"

Groaning slowly, Jack tried to recollect what happened to make himself feel so bruised and hurt as he woke up from his dream of her. In an attempt to move his arms to be able to stretch, he realizes that he can't move. Opening his eyes, he realizes there are huge, angry yellow ones looking right back at him. If anyone asked him, the shriek he let out when he realized there was a dragon right in front of him was utterly manly. This shriek only served to agitate the dragon even more and while the dragon was struggling, Jack realized that he was tangled with the dragon in what he can see to be something thick and yellow.

Great, doesn't this seem to be familiar? Jack mused silently as an unwanted memory rose up of his past.

Forgetting there was a dangerous, angry dragon right in front of him seemed to be a bad decision when the dragon opened his mouth. Strangely the only thought in his mind was: Oh, he's toothless. Then sharp teeth sprung up and fear wrapped Jack and his adrenaline started kicking in. Rolling was his only way to evade the bite and they both were moving away from their original location. Kicking and screaming followed as they started rolling down the hit and hitting trees and a couple of rocks that caused him to see stars in his vision, as they slowed to a stop, he looked up at the dragon who seemed to be as frustrated as he was at that moment.

"Okay calm down!" Jack said at the angry dragon that ended up on top of him. The dragon, a Nightfury now that Jack looks at him closely, looks down at him with a glare that can only be described as nasty. Groaning at the thought that a dragon hates his guts now, he looks around and sees that they've rolled away and left a trail on the ground and many broken branches. Taking this chance, he tried to remember what happened last night that ended up him and a very agitated Nightfury in ropes.

Grinning, Jack laughed as he saw that Berk was in complete disaster because of dragons and the Vikings fighting yet again. Standing on his staff, he looked around and thought, "A bit of snow and this can be even better!" With this in mind, he swung his staff to create a rather mild blizzard, whose purpose was only to annoy the Vikings. His actions seemed to attract some unwanted attention. He turned around to see a curious black dragon looking straight at him. Unused to the attention, he lost control of the wind and fell. He quickly got control again when he saw that the dragon was following him down.

Laughing, he decided to mess with the dragon and send a few snowflakes to the dragon that made the black lizard's pupil go huge, like a cat he mused. Playing around and circling around the dragon, he failed to notice when a huge net came and hit them both that caused them to lose control of their wings and the wind. This caused them both to crash and hit a tree rather painfully that he almost didn't hear a sickening crack and rip when they kept hitting branches and finally when they hit the ground. Groaning, he surrendered himself to the welcoming blackness.

Remembering this, he now realized that the dragon probably thought that he was set into a trap. Groaning, he looked at the black lizard.

"Listen…wait no don't try to bite me!" When the dragon tried to bite him, again. "Okay look, we're both in the same situation here. If either you or me get caught by the Vikings, we're good as dead." He pondered this and realized this was somewhat true. The Vikings, if they could see him at least, wouldn't realize he was Jökul Frosti right away, so he had a chance to get away. He didn't say this at loud of course because he knew better than that. The giant lizard looked at him blankly and arched an eyebrow, as if knowing what Jack was thinking.

Sighing, Jack tried to make their position slightly less awkward, considering that they were practically meshed in a piling mess. He looked to find his staff, he would be able to force an ice shard to cut the rope. What he saw next made his heart froze in a manner not even ice could.

"My…staff…it's broken." Jack mumbled when he saw that his staff was almost in-between him and the Nightfury. He tried to blink tears away when he pondered, wondering if the sharp pain when they first hit the ground was either the landing or his staff breaking. He heard a bit of shuffling and saw that the dragon was moving his tail near his face. He looked at the dragon in question and the dragon looked back with…empathy in his eyes. Wondering, Jack looked again and realized what the dragon was trying to show him.

"Your tail fin!" Jack's eyes widened when realization hit him. Smiling sadly, he looked back at the dragon to speak to his only companion, "I guess neither of us can fly right now huh?" He would've said more if he didn't heard leaves crunching and he looked to see something that made his still heart beat once again.

"Green eyes…and freckles?" Jack mumbled softly as he saw a young, rather small person come near them. He felt his cheeks rise slowly in color when he looked at the person from head to toe. They had short, messy brown hair. Freckles that decorated their face and down their neck. I wonder how down they go he thought silently as he looked at their clothes and realized this person was a Viking.

Oh Fuck, he cursed in his mind. He heard the dragon growl next to him and he realized, barely, that the person looking had fear and confusion in their eyes. Then he realized that the person was looking at him.

That's it for the first chapter! Any suggestions or ideas are welcomed. Leave a review and I hope you enjoyed!