Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon, Rise of the Guardians, Brave, Tangled or any other recognizable movie characters seen in this story. No copyright infringement intended. All rights reserved to Cressida Cowell, William Joyce, DreamWorks, Pixar, Disney etc.

Warnings: AU, OOC, language, underage drinking, underage drug use [more warnings will be taken off/added as the story progresses]

Notes: This is my first crossover story [as dreams], and I hope you all enjoy it. I'm trying to broaden my writing range although I have no idea if this is going to be Hijack [or Frostcup]. I hope you all enjoy this story, and please review, favorite, and follow! I'm sorry if the characters are too OOC, I'm afraid I can't do Hiccup's sarcasm justice. I have succumbed to the madness of Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons. It makes me depressed though since it can never become a real movie.

This has no Beta, so I'm sorry for any mistakes.

:: The Land of the Dragons ::

{One}

Hiccup sighed as he slouched forward, wishing once again that he were invisible. Oh, he was invisible alright to the rest of his peers unless they wanted something from him, but the thought generally came as a result of his personal torturers. He trudged forward, holding his AP World History textbook close to his chest, his bag slapping against his legs as he walked, and seemed to shrink into himself to appear as a nobody to the swirling crowds of Thaddeus High surrounding him.

He walked up a staircase, made a sharp left, and entered the art hallway. It was deserted, which was normal since lunch just started twelve minutes ago and it was a long walk from the courtyard all the way to the building that encased the art room. Hiccup's stomach gurgled in protest over the lack of food but Hiccup scowled at the organ before mentally telling it to toughen up.

Then, a voice behind him spoke, making him freeze in panic.

"Hello, Hiccup."

Hiccup turned slightly to see Dagur Berserker, who was dubbed Dagur the Deranged by the student populace, towering behind him. Hiccup swallowed down his encroaching fear. "H-Hello, Dagur. W-why are you in the a-art h-hallway?"

Dagur's pale lips spread into a smile that made shivers crawl on Hiccup's spine. Dagur was around five feet nine, with black hair, muscles, and green eyes. He had three scars that ran down from his left eyebrow to his cheekbone, crossing over his left eye. It gave him a look that screamed intimidation.

Dagur leaned against one of the lockers, eyes on Hiccup's small physique with curiosity. "I saw you walking alone and figured I'd follow to see what you were up to. Why, Hiccup, I didn't know you were an artist."

Hiccup fought down a shudder. He hated the way Dagur spoke of his name. It was like a purr. Either way, it was creepy, like one would think a pedophile or a stalker would speak like to their latest victim.

"O-oh, really?" Hiccup responded, loathing the way Dagur made his voice squeak. "I-I thought i-it w-was obvious, s-since I c-carry a sketchbook all the time." He ended in a mutter, eyes peering down at the white tiles of the hallway.

Dagur suddenly hissed, "Are you calling me stupid, Haddock?"

Heart thudding, Hiccup replied, "Wha—no, I wasn't!"

"Liar," Dagur snarled before lunging forward a split second later, so fast that Hiccup didn't have a chance to scramble away before his books clattered loudly onto the floor along with his bag and his back was being slammed into the lockers, Dagur holding him by the front of his shirt. Dagur's bright green eyes were flashing with ire. Hiccup knew that he was practically radiating fear.

Give him his other bullies—Pitch Black or Hans S. Isles or his cousin Snotlout or the twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut Thorston, who were all easy and predictable to deal with—, give him anyone else but Dagur the Deranged.

"You know what I do to—"

Dagur's tirade was cut off by a shout, "Hey! What the bloody hell do yeh think yer doin'?"

Hiccup's and Dagur's head snapped towards a tall redheaded girl, who was wearing a dark green blouse with a black skirt and stockings. Her blue eyes flashed, much like Dagur's, and she was holding a lacrosse stick, gripping it tightly.

"Let the wee lamb go," snapped the girl.

Wee lamb? I'm not that small, people….

Dagur let out a hysterical laugh. "What are you going to do, DunBroch? Bat your eyes at me?"

The DunBroch chick growled but someone else stepped out from the double doors. He had white hair, blue eyes much like the girl, and his jaw was clenched. This must be my lucky day, Hiccup thought sourly. Everyone, grab some popcorn and soda, it's Hiccup Humiliation Day!

"Berserker, let him go before I—,"

"Before what, Frost?" Dagur questioned.

Hiccup allowed a small sliver of hope to enter. Maybe he wouldn't get beaten today? He then squashed his hope, Dagur would find a way to "punish" him, either after school or sometime this week.

He sighed and dared to speak. "Can we get going? Because I have somewhere to be."

"Ooh, got a girlfriend, Hiccup?" Dagur asked, his previous conversation with his wannabe saviors forgotten in favor of Hiccup. "Who is it? Then again, who would ever want to date someone like you?"

Hiccup scowled as he tried not to have that comment sting. It wasn't his fault he was so damn short or had the body of a talking fishbone.

"I'm bored now," Dagur said which Hiccup cringe because a bored Dagur was not a Dagur Hiccup wanted to be around. He was dropped to the floor as Dagur yawned and said, "See you later, Hiccup." He threw Hiccup a lecherous grin before waltzing his way out of the art hallway, grinning widely at the Frost bot and DunBroch girl.

Hiccup shuddered but quickly gathered his books and bag. He jumped and squeaked (though it was a manly squeak) when a warm hand was placed on his arm. He whirled around to see DunBroch and Frost standing behind him. DunBroch was touching his arm.

"Hey, are yeh alright?" She asked him, serious.

"How long as Dagur been terrorizing you?" asked Frost, solemn just like DunBroch.

Hiccup felt slight anger flare inside of his chest. He wasn't something to be pitied. He glared at them both. "Why do you care?" Hiccup said harshly before turning on his heel and stalking towards the art room, where the teacher, Mr. Aster Bunnymund, or Mr. B as he liked to be called, was currently painting an Easter themed portrait. Rock music blared throughout the room.

"Hey, Mr. B," Hiccup greeted, mumbling, as he made his way inside of the room.

"Hi, Hiccup," Mr. B replied as he dipped his paintbrush into a turquoise paint.

Hiccup shuffled towards his normal desk, setting down his books and bag before walking across the room to grab an apron. There were a couple of people in the room, which surprised him. There was a tall, blonde, green-eyed girl who was jumping excitedly on the balls of her feet as she painted and chattered to a brunet boy sitting next to her, and there was a dark-haired girl who was sketching in her book a few seats away from Hiccup, but that was mainly it.

"Jack, Merida! You made it!"

Hiccup looked up to see his two almost-saviors enter the art room and make their way towards the blonde and brunet. He groaned quietly but grabbed some charcoal pencils and his classroom sketchbook. Quickly making his way to his seat near the window, Hiccup tried to make himself as small as possible.

"That's the kid Dagur was bullying in the hallway," Hiccup heard being whispered.

I'm horrible at this invisible thing, he thought as he turned to the page of his latest sketch. It was a fat dragon, one he was going to name a Gronckle. It had large bumps all around it's physique, slightly small wings, but large eyes and nostrils. It was adorable.

"What?" snapped the blonde, horrified. "Oh, the poor thing."

He wanted to die from mortification. He buried his nose into his sketchbook as he began working on the Gronkle's wings. He decided that he'd begin sketching out a Monstrous Nightmare after the Gronckle was done with. However, before he could properly immerse himself in a world of dragons, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

He looked up to see a pair of green eyes blinking at him.

"Hi!" The blonde girl beamed at him. "I'm Rapunzel."

"H-hi," Hiccup responded. Why was she talking to him?

"Are you alright? Did Dagur do permanent damage? Do you need to go to the nurse, the hospital?" asked the girl rapidly, barely breathing between words.

"Whoa, Punzie, take a breather." DunBroch said, amused.

"Yeah, Zel, let him speak," said the brunet.

Rapunzel scoffed at them before peering at Hiccup expectedly. He was unceremoniously gaping at them, especially the blonde. He blinked, remembering the questions being asked, and replied, "I-I'm fine. Really. You don't need to be concerned with me at all."

"But…" Rapunzel bit her lip. "You ran into Dagur."

Hiccup stared at them. He didn't see what the big deal was.

"So? I run into Dagur almost every day." Hiccup said, wanting to turn back to his Gronckle. He was going to name it Meatlug. The four of the older teenagers gaped at him. "What?"

"Almost every day?" whispered the Frost boy. He was clenching his fist. "Ugh, do I wish I took a swing at Dagur's face when I had the chance."

"That'd be horrible," Hiccup said without thinking or filtering his mouth. "Dagur's well-known for his fast reflexes and, well, clobbering people to the floor."

The four snorted and the brunet said, "Well, isn't that the understatement of the year."

"You never said your name, you know." DunBroch blurted as she, and the other teens, took seats around Hiccup. He gulped.

"Uh, it's…" He sighed. Well, there went his peaceful lunch hour. "I'm Hiccup. Nice to meet you."

Not really, he added mentally, refraining from speaking it.

"I'm Eugene," the brunet introduced himself. "Though most people call me Flynn."

"I'm Jack," the Frost boy said, smiling toothily at him.

"Merida," DunBroch said. "It's nice to meet you too, Hiccup."

"So what grade are you in, Hiccup?" asked Rapunzel politely.

"Ninth," he responded reluctantly. "W-what about you, guys?"

"Jack and I are sophomores," Merida said. "While Punzie and Flynn are both juniors."

Hiccup nodded, though he was wondering why they were still here. No one ever talked to him unless it was academically related. Thankfully, he was saved by the bell and the four teenagers stood, collecting their belongings. Hiccup was glad he had art class this period, Politely, he said goodbye to the four when they were about to leave before making himself comfortable with Meatlug.

Hiccup sighed as he walked out of his last period, which was his AP English. He swore the teacher loathed him for some weird reason. He was making his way through the pulsing crowds when someone called his name, which caused him to jerk to a stop, startled.

"Hiccup!"

He turned, blinking, to see Rapunzel racing after him, Eugene on her heels. "Hey Hiccup," greeted Rapunzel brightly as she bounced on her heels with unreciprocated energy. Eugene was huffing from the run. "Do you want to hang with the others and I at Baby Tooth's?"

Baby Tooth's was an awesome cafe, art studio, and book store. It was named after the owner, whom everyone called Baby Tooth despite the fact that her actual name was Bria. Bria was amazing as was her mother, Annie, whom everyone called Tooth since she acted like the tooth fairy and wore wings sometimes.

Hiccup stared. This was starting to get suspicious. He shook his head. "No thanks, I have to get home."

"Oh," Rapunzel pouted, practically deflating in front of his eyes. Then she brightened and said, "Maybe tomorrow?"

"Uh…"

"Okay, Hiccup, see you tomorrow!" said the hyperactive blonde before she zoomed out of sight, pulling Eugene behind. Eugene hollered a goodbye to Hiccup, whilst he stood there, gawking, in the thinning crowd. Hiccup shook his head before he began to walk home. The last thing he needed was to bump into one of his bullies, who were probably lurking about, waiting.

Hiccup made it home before his father, which made him breathe a sigh of relief. His black cat, Toothless, mewed in welcoming from his scratching post. "Hey, buddy," Hiccup said as he dropped his bag and book on the couch, stretching. He scratched Toothless behind the ear, chuckling as his cat purred in satisfaction and smugness.

Hiccup grabbed his things and walked upstairs to his room, Toothless following. Opening his door, Hiccup smiled at the peace. His room wasn't overly large but it was big in comparison to others. The walls were a rich green while his carpet was a soft brown, his bed dressed in the same colors. Hanging on the walls were portraits, paintings, and sketches, and a desk sitting underneath his window was littered with his creations. Hiccup dropped his bag on the floor and himself onto his bed, curling into a ball instantly.

"Today was weird, Toothless," Hiccup said as the cat jumped onto his bed and padded towards him. "Four people talked to me today, and it wasn't the normal 'what was the homework' or the 'I'm going to hit you now' that I usually get from people."

Toothless purred.

"Do you think they're playing a joke on me, since I'm a freshman? You know, fresh meat and everything."

Growling, Toothless rested his paw on Hiccup's chest, as if saying how dare those humans hurt my human?!

Hiccup chuckled before scratching Toothless underneath his chin. He sighed, staring at his alarm clock. It was four in the afternoon. His father wasn't home yet, though that was normal. He was probably hanging out with his friends at the station. Hiccup sighed and closed his eyes.

Another day has passed...