A/N: YAY! First chapter of my Jack Frost x Hiccup fanfic :) I hope it's not too slow for people - I wanted to include as much atmosphere as possible and I don't want to rush things between them. I've read a lot of fanfics that jump into Hiccup being able to see Jack straight off; and I don't want this fic to be like that. I want to build up to that moment and I want to explore more how Jack will come to deal with his emotions for Hiccup thinking that he will never be able to exist for him or the people of Berk.

But yeah, I hope you guys like this! :D I will be continuing it so hopefully you can get into it and hopefully I can keep the characters IN character as effectively as possible :3

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Also of course I own none of the characters or places this takes place just the storyline :3 ENJOY!~~~

Summary:

The Isle of Berk is one of Jack Frost's favourite places. And when he comes across an odd young Viking attempting to train a dragon he soon becomes interested enough to stay and keep observing. Throughout their time together, Jack has learnt a lot about Hiccup and slowly but surely it becomes harder and harder for him to continue on his never-ending purposeless life. What is it about this boy that keeps him so entranced? If only Hiccup could see him, touch him...Maybe he could figure things out. Set in Berk, currently before the Vikings become fully fledged allies with the dragons and before Hiccup is able to see Jack.

Chapter One – Waist Deep In Thought

Berk. It was always either snowing or hailing there. Jack Frost had been around for so long that he had forgotten if he visited here so often because of this fact, or if this was only fact because he visited the small island so often. The beautiful island fascinated Jack. He always felt his heart tug him towards it whenever he flew over and couldn't really tell anyone the reason. There was no secret; but just like most things about his existence it was a mystery to him. It was beautiful, of course – but this was true of many of the places Jack loved to go. The inhabitants of the island were stubborn and bold – big, burly Vikings, whom had settled there many years ago – since before Jack could remember. He liked to watch them, and observe how they reacted to his mischief. A smirk would always settle on his icy features whenever one of the gigantic beings fell for one of his pranks. Ice slips, snow balls to the face, frosted over sails – all pranks Jack loved to play.

Jack spent a lot of his time on Berk enticing the children into playing in the snow. As Jack observed, from a young age Viking children were expected to behave a certain way and fulfil a certain stature. He made it his duty to make the children of the island forget this – so that they could play and have fun – how Jack felt and knew children should act. He'd often catch the children busy with their chores when the adults weren't around and start nipping at their noses to create an atmosphere of mischief and fun. Just one snowball and he could have them laughing and throwing themselves into all out snow wars. Jack would often catch himself joining in quite profusely – hanging from nearby trees sneakily planning every attack all with a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

When all the fun was had and the children soaked from head to toe Jack would always admire his work. He had created this fun, and yet nobody would ever know. Jack would always have to face the inevitable conclusion – ever since he could remember no one had ever been able to see him. He would try to reach out to those around him – through conversation or occasionally physical contact – but of course this never worked. As always, the children would walk right though him. As if he really didn't exist. Sadness would fill him, and his grin would sag, into a sad but accepting frown. His brows furrowed in an all too familiar heartache. Even after three hundred years – the pain was still the same; the loneliness still vivid in his heart. Jack dealt with this the only way he knew how. He would shake his snow-white locks away from his face, gently lift his ice-encased staff and fly into the tree tops to plan his next legendary prank. After all, he had a job to do – and even if no-one knew about it – even if he didn't know why he had to do it - he could still get some good laughs out of it.

Today was like most days. Jack was walking through one of the many forests surrounding the small village of Berk casting frost ferns against the wood of the trees. The sun was shining for once; and it glistened beautifully against last night's snow fall. Jack grinned peacefully to himself as he thought of the blizzard that had been raging only a few hours ago. It was amazing how existence could change so quickly and frequently. Jack twirled his staff in hand whilst trying to decide what to do with his day. He knew that the children of Berk would be busy with their chores and he didn't feel much like getting them into trouble today. Maybe he would leave the day to peacefully melt the snow and instead pack up and fly to his next adventure.

After walking through the forest for a fair while, Jack came to a beautiful clearing. It appeared to be protected from the falling snow yesterday as it had saplings and greenery in abundance, along with a steady and undisturbed lake of water. It was a small alcove, private and intimate. Jack pondered on how he had spent so much time on Berk and never noticed this place before. His bare feet felt comfortable against the grass and his ice blue eyes scanned the area without caution. Walking further into the cleaning, Jack noticed something from his peripheral vision.

A boy, not much younger than him, was cautiously making his way into the clearing from a different entrance. He bore a fish in one hand and a sketch pad in the other. Walking slowly towards this other boy, Jack noticed a gleam of fear in the boy's eyes. He pondered on what the boy could be doing. He was clearly Viking; but just in the sense of his dress and location. He wore a pale green tunic and a yak skin coat. He had fur lined boots and was definitely prepared for the winter in a Viking-like way. Being where he was, he must have originated from Berk. It was the only village on the small island, and there would be no reason for him finding this clearing unless he lived close. The clearing was pretty well hidden due to the natural foliage surrounding it; so surely only a local would be able to find it on foot. The boy's statue was quite un-Viking-like however. At least compared to the Vikings Jack had observed before now. The boy was thin, and shorter than himself. He did not give off an air of brute force or closed-minded-ness like the other Vikings Jack had observed either.

Jack twirled his staff in his hand out of habit and stalked even closer to the odd Viking. With narrow eyes he encircled the brown haired boy in order to take more of him in.

"What are you doing? Shouldn't you be at Dragon training?" Jack asked obnoxiously, knowing full well that the Viking would not hear him let alone reply. From studying the island of Berk he had noticed that the island contained one of the most unique creatures Jack had ever laid eyes on: Dragons. He believed, possibly unfortunately, that the residents of Berk had made it a personal vendetta to destroy these creatures. Vikings of this odd boy's age were often sent to 'Dragon Training', where they were taught all the techniques Berk knew about slaying them. Jack had noted that the dragons did have a habit of helping themselves to the Vikings' food storages and occasionally burning down their homes. He could see why the war raged on between the two species, but, with some confusion, disagreed with it. In his position he was in no way able to change the tide of their fates; but he still couldn't help but observe with regret.

The brown haired boy had managed to edge his way to the water's edge; all the while with Jack inches from him without his knowledge. He tentatively held the stinking fish with one hand; too focused on his task to care.

"Okay, okay…" he breathed to himself quietly.

"You know talking to yourself is one of the first signs of insanity." Jack smugly chimed at the boy. The irony was not lost on him; he simply had no one to share it with. Kneeling down with his staff clasped in his hand; Jack's eyes grew wide as he saw what had manifested itself on the rock behind the strange brown-haired boy. "You better turn around soon." He warned ineffectively.

A low-toned growl caused the brown-haired Viking to turn swiftly and stiffen his body slightly. The black beast slithered down the rock towards the Viking and Jack slowly and warily. It sniffed the air cautiously and eyed the fish in the Viking's hands hungrily. Jack had never seen a dragon of this type before. It was sleek and beautiful. It had thick, black scales and massive green eyes. The eyes had thin, slicked pupils; possibly so small due to the creature's reluctance to trust the Viking before him. Jack couldn't blame the beast. Jack came to stand between them, sure that neither of them would be disturbed by his presence. He was curious as to how this would play out. He'd never seen a Viking get so close to a dragon without brandishing a weapon before.

The brown-haired teen gulped nervously as he offered the fish to the black dragon. He received a deep, thundering growl in return, to which the Viking retreated his hand swiftly. Jack watched as the other boy seemed to scan the area for ideas. His eyes were a deep emerald, much warmer in colour than the ones that were watching him. As if an idea clicked in his mind unexpectedly, the boy quickly turned his head up to look at the dragon. He reached cautiously for something inside his tunic. Jack couldn't help standing up and walking over to see what he was doing. Narrow-eyed he watched the boy intensely.

Glinting inside his tunic was a small dagger. The dragon emitted a howl of disapproval, and went to back away bearing its teeth.

"Whoa bud, whoa." The boy cooed. He grabbed the knife tentatively.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure that'll do the trick." Jack added to the atmosphere sarcastically. To Jack's surprise, the other boy flicked the knife to the floor. With his foot he kicked the knife straight into the water; leaving himself defenceless. To both of the boys' surprise the black dragon purred affectionately and sat down on his hind legs. It looked expectantly at the fish in the Viking's hand and licked its lips excitedly.

Jack had spun himself round to inspect the black dragon. Even knowing the beast could not sense him there or experience his presence, he felt nervous approaching the giant creature.

"Well, you're friendlier than I had expected." Jack chirped. "I wonder how good a fort you'd make in a snowball fight?" He grinned slyly. He went to take a step closer only to see a fish fly through him and land wetly on the ground in front of the beast. He looked down and blinked twice at it; only to see the winged reptile pounce in front of him and gobble it down in seconds. "You eat like a duck!" Jack yelped as he flailed backwards slightly as if to avoid the creatures head as he swung up to swallow his dinner. A look of slight disappointment settled on his features as the black dragon excitedly purred and shifted his way through Jack and towards the brown-haired Viking. Turning around Jack smiled at the scene before him.

"I don't have anymore!" The Viking squeaked as the beast prowled towards him affectionately. He was backed into another rock and looked up at the beast. Sitting down he started smiling kindly towards the creature. Jack shook his head whilst smiling. He liked this boy. Compared to the other Vikings Jack had observed this boy was kind and gentle. He seemed to want to learn about the world around him. Jack felt a connection to this boy's innocence shared his curiosity.

"Huh, I could have sworn a Night Fury should have teeth…" Shortly after the boy stated this the Night Fury opened its huge jaws close to the Viking's face. Jack's facial features exerted some worry as he knelt down next to the brown-haired boy for a better view of the situation. The dragon, did in fact, have teeth. Lots of them, bright white and sharp. Jack held his staff up in between the brown-haired boy and the dragon instinctively. He wasn't sure what he was doing – it's not like he could protect the boy if things got out of hand. He wasn't a guardian; and this boy wasn't a child. He couldn't help himself from feeling a knot in his stomach at the thought however. Within a few seconds the Night Fury started to make gagging sounds. Much to both the boys' disgust the dragon hacked up half of the fish he had eaten just a few moments before. It landed sloppily in the Viking's lap; coated in wet, gooey saliva.

Jack looked up at the Night Fury with confusion. The skinny Viking boy did much the same; only his looks were returned with lucid green eyes; much softer and open than they had been before.

"Really?" He questioned. Jack was still dumbfounded. What could the dragon have meant with this gesture? The white haired winter sprite was starting to realise that even with all of this time on Berk he had not really studied the dragons as well as he thought. Admitting to himself honestly; he preferred the human inhabitants of the Island. They were much more suggestible to a good snowball fight. Dragons were too hot; always melting things and using their inner fire to keep the cold out.

Before Jack could snap himself from his thoughts he noticed the boy next to him had taken a huge bite out of the fish that had been regurgitated for him and was smiling goofily at the huge reptile. Jack had to withhold a gag.

"Not exactly what I would have decided to do, kid." He stated bluntly. It was only now he had realised he was close enough to the boy to almost pass through him. He had inadvertently inched closer to the Viking during this encounter and his staff was still resting between the boy and the Night Fury. Huffing out cold air Jack returned his staff to his side and yanked himself to his feet. He continued to watch as the two smiled awkwardly at each other. The dragon making an imitation of the awkward Viking made Jack laugh. Although he had a mouth of teeth before, the dragon appeared to have retracted them during this gesture.

"Interesting talent." Jack noted. He turned to the Viking boy and chuckled gingerly at the boy's equally awkward attempt at social contact.

"And I thought I was the most socially awkward teenager of the bunch." He chuckled to himself.

The Viking boy now reached out his hand towards the Night Fury, looking away as he approached. In a touching moment of understanding the Night Fury tilted his head towards the boy's outstretched hand and rested it upon his palm. Jack was impressed. He leaned on his frosted staff and smiled genuinely at the two. Maybe there was someone on this Island interesting enough to keep him here longer after all.

Jack made an inward decision to continue observing this boy and his newfound companion, at least for a little while. It'd been a long time since he'd found someone quite so interesting; and quite so odd. He felt glad inside that he had found some sort of distraction from his never-ending self-questioning.

A/N:

Eeeep, sorry I realised I changed a few things from the movie; hope you guys don't mind! :D Please rate and review 3 Love you all!~