Fate Intertwined


ROTG and HTTYD are owned by Dreamworks and their absolutely fantastic writers.

i own nothing, sadly.
if i do, there will definitely be a crossover.


Hiccup was lonely.

He wasn't Hiccup before. No, his name had been Hunter, but not anymore.

Not since he met him.

Not since he met Jack Frost.

And then Hiccup wasn't lonely anymore.


Hunter is 8. His full name is Harriet Hunter Haddock III. His Dad calls him Hunter, though, to compensate for his apparent lack of brawn, and his less than impressive appearance and an altogether not fearsome sight. Can't say he blames him. He is small and thin, all pale face and green eyes and freckles all over his body that's too many to count. His left foot was missing, and in its stead was a prosthetic that he'd gotten when that horrible incident happened, but it didn't only took his limb, oh no, but it had taken his Mom as well.

He also has a pet, and it was his only friend, that he named Toothless. Toothless is a boa constrictor he'd gotten from a family friend of theirs and that was one of the best things that ever happened to Hunter. Toothless used to be so small, but now he could easily wrap himself around Hunter if he wanted to, but Hunter still allows him to slither around him especially around his neck because he knows Toothless would never do such a thing to hurt Hunter. He trusts him that much. And Toothless was clever, too clever, that he seemed to understand Hunter a lot, a fact that the boy's father still wonders and bothers with up to this point in time.

And if you're wondering why Hunter doesn't have any friends, well, it's because he never had a chance to go out and meet other kids. Why, he didn't even go to a school! He was home schooled ever since, in that mansion of theirs in a town called Berk, because his Dad thinks it's safer for him.

Which brings us back to our story within the reason of his safety that he met Jack Frost.


Hunter was 8 when his Dad told him he had a new bodyguard.

He had thrown a fit when he did.

You see, his Dad always thinks he can't handle himself.

It's stupid, really.

Hunter can handle himself just fine. He is the best in handling guns, in fact, he is a sharp shooter at the tender age of 7, and also their best marksman at that time. Gobber, his Dad's second in command, says he's a natural and that it's his talent, along with his stubbornness and his inability to listen to orders and his sarcasm. But his Dad doesn't know that. Because he was stubborn (well, he had to get his from someone) to believe that Hunter was weak and small and fragile as a delicate glass.

Seriously.

But the thing is, Hunter had a lot of expectation to meet. Being the son of "Stoick the Vast", head of the most fearsome Mafia family, "the Vikings", well, you couldn't expect that Hunter would be that delicate little boy, now, could you?

Still, he didn't understand the need of a new bodyguard.

And after he had just gotten rid of the last one, too. It took some time to shake him off and make him leave (read: piss him off and scare him to death). Honestly, where were all those bodyguards coming from anyway? Maybe he could do something about it too…

Anyway, after he blew up at his Dad, he stomped all the way to the backyard (with difficulty as stomping was kind of hard to do with a prosthetic), refusing to talk to anyone, especially his Dad. He'd taken Toothless with him, though, and the reptile was too happy to get out of that silly tank and play with Hunter. Maybe comfort him, too, as the boy's distress was rolling off of him in waves.

That didn't count as talking to anybody since Toothless can't talk, right?

About sometime, though, Hunter noticed someone watching them. He didn't care at first since guards were littered all over the place but somehow, all that someone had been doing was watching them. He didn't know him, too, so his first instinct was to aim his gun (he always kept it with him as the possibility of danger was always there) at the trespasser, but before he could shoot, the said trespasser jumped out of his hiding place, his hands held up to show he was not a threat but Hunter was nothing but wary of strangers.

And though he did not shoot, he still aimed his gun right straight at the guy's heart, and if he so much as dare make a wrong move…

On his lap, Toothless hissed.

"Woah, wait, squirt, I was only watching you. You seemed like you're having fun and, well, thought maybe I could join you guys…"

Hunter began scrutinizing the stranger's appearance. The first thing that came up to his mind was, "odd".

The guy must have been 12-13 years old, tops, but that's not why Hunter thinks he's odd.

Neither was the way he talked to him so casually, albeit a little embarrassed, like he didn't taken into account that if Hunter were to pull the trigger…

No. that's also not the reason why.

It was the way he looked, with that snow white hair and blue eyes that matched the hoodie he wore, it was all so… familiar. Like they have met, but they haven't and Hunter really couldn't explain it.

So he lowered the gun he was holding. He was bored now, anyway…

"Sit here," he ordered the stranger, patting the space beside where he sat.

The stranger smiled at him.

That was when the name came to him.

Jack Frost.

His Mom told him stories about the winter spirit before, and well, the stranger looked like him somehow…

The stranger took the seat offered (well, more like ordered to).

"I'll call you Jack Frost," Hunter told him.

"I have a name, you know," the stranger replied.

"Don't care. You're Jack Frost," the boy shot back.

"All right," the stranger relented.

And then there was that awkward silence.

Only to be broken when suddenly, Hunter hiccupped, which made him go red and the strang- Jack to burst with laughter.

"You - *hic* - stop it - *hic*!," Hunter yelled at him.

Jack seemed to have noticed his mistake and stopped.

But not for long.

A chuckle escaped from his lips, and then another, until he burst out laughing again.

Hunter was itching to shoot him between his eyes, really. That would get him to stop…

"Sorry," Jack said, struggling to stop laughing, "there, I'm done. That was so… cute."

Hunter raised an eyebrow at him.

"It is, really," Jack swore, "it's adorable. I'll call you Hiccup from now on, too."

"And I'm going to shoot you," Hunter snapped.

That made Jack panic. "Wait, don't, come on, can't you take a joke, you just christened me and all, can't I do that, too…" He continued rambling until he heard a snicker.

Hunter, no, Hiccup, was laughing.

Something seemed to click and before they knew it, they were both laughing.


From that window on that aforementioned mansion in Berk, Stoick watched his only son laugh with his new found friend. Maybe it was a right decision to hire someone so young, so he could follow Hunter wherever he goes. He's been thinking about sending Hunter to school, because Hunter had been asking for it ever since. That Overland boy had shown enough skill to protect his heir, so it wouldn't be much of a problem. Besides, Gobber says Hunter can handle his own fight, and although he doubts it, he just had to have faith.

But right now, he wonders how long it would last, his laughter. It was nice to hear, bringing back such warm memories into the household. It had been so long…


Jack and Hiccup spent their afternoon that way, just talking and laughing. It was nice for Hiccup. He hadn't laughed that much ever since his Mom died. Jack told him a lot of things, and in turn, Hiccup told him some stories.

Their stories got deeper and they got to their pasts, and somehow, they seemed to be able to trust each other that way and confide to each other. Besides, it was nice to get it all off your chest have somebody else tell you something in return for it, in a way of comfort.

Jack told him that he was an orphan, that his parents died in a car crash with his sister, and that his horrible uncle Pitch took him in, only to make him work for him. He ran away, though, when his drinking problems got worse and began hurting him. He went to an orphanage for a while but it didn't suit him at all, so he ended up running away again.

Hiccup told Jack that when he was 3, he and his mother got kidnapped by some thugs. The police got notified though, since a passerby had seen them when they were taken and the police proceeded to catch the said kidnappers. In panic, the thugs that kidnapped them had ran off, but not before burning the building they were in, to obliterate all evidence. While it was burning though, Hiccup somehow untied the rope and he and his Mom looked for a way out. A burning beam collapsed over them though and his mother pushed Hiccup out of the way, but it still struck Hiccup's left foot. His mother on the other hand…

Jack and Hiccup sat there for a while (with Toothless, of course) in companionable silence.

Then, Hiccup made the mistake of asking Jack what he was really doing in the hedge in the first place.

"Oh that," Jack said nonchalantly, "I was watching you. I'm your new bodyguard, see?"

Well, damn.


And it's finished! Well, the first chapter is...

Ah yeah... this one was the product of a sleepless night...

the idea was going in around my head for quite some time now so i decided to just go do it...

anyway, this has been inspired by demitasse-lover's young master and young mistress on DA...

art cover by her too...

i'll continue this some other night...when insomnia doesn't let me sleep again.

see you next time for Jack's turn. R&R pls.