Broken Endings

I suppose every story starts with a "Once Upon a Time", even if there's no "Happily Ever After"...

We have our favorite stories, our favorite characters, from our favorite movies, in which we've twisted their stories into something different, so that they could all be together. Well, I have some bad news. This twisting, bending, reshaping has done more than bring life to our imagination, or criticism. For while it may have made your life for better or for worse, what have you done to theirs?

I'm here to tell you something, something that seems so simple. What happens when you bend something too much? You break it. And that is exactly what you did; you broke their happy endings into something unrecognizable. But you got your wish. They're together now, forever and ever more as the League of Broken Endings. I am here, my friends, to give you one last story, of what you did, but most of all, what you have begun.

We begin with a lost and broken Viking,

We'll begin with a plain shatter, a plain fracture, clean, yet so messy. With none other than the Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. As said before, it was simple, but, like a pull of the wrong block from Janga, it all falls apart. What you may be wondering could be: did something happen to Toothless? Did something happen to Astrid? Well, in this situation, no. In this situation, the saying "One death is a tragedy, a million deaths are a statistic" doesn't quite fit.

Hiccup didn't make it. Nothing happened to Toothless, of course, the creature being a dragon and unbound by the dragons around him, but when Hiccup got there, all there was left were burnt corpses, the smell of death, and the sound of a full and content Queen dragon.

He was, as someone like me would put it, the beginning of the end.

Astrid couldn't forgive herself either; in some way, it was her fault. Actually, in her mind, it was a million different ways. Her parents had even been on the mission; everyone's was.

But it was when the teens went to leave, going back to a few new mothers left with their children and Gothi, perhaps, on Berk, that Astrid made up her mind. Hiccup had gone the other direction. Astrid could have been the only one who noticed, but it was more likely that she was the only one to care.

"Where are you going?" she demanded to the last Haddock of the line.

"Somewhere." Hiccup had replied plainly.

"Well, it sure doesn't look like it's Berk," Astrid had said, trying to find what Hiccup was going at.

"I wonder why that is?" Hiccup had snapped.

Astrid stopped trying to sugar coat it.

"You're not going back to Berk."

"That was clarified."

Astrid had grown annoyed at his attitude.

"Well, wherever you're going, I'm coming with, so it better not be Valhalla or Hel." Astrid had insisted.

For a moment, Hiccup had thought about arguing with her. That she had had a life back on Berk. But the thing was, no one did. And some selfish desire in him didn't want her to leave, one that he would deny over time.

"Well, then, milady, where to?" Hiccup had asked, cracking a smile, a lopsided one that was more broken than sincere.

And so it is prophesied and sealed with a Scott,

The redhead with a bow and arrow and Clydesdale should have been accompanied by another greying brunet at this point in time, but she wasn't. Much like Hiccup, she was simply just... too late. Her mother was a bear, unknowing of who her family was. Merida refused to be anywhere but by her mother's side, trying everything to get back her mum. It only took about a year for Merida to collect enough magical items and learn enough spells to be considered a un-birthright-ed witch. It took another one to be considered a dark caster. Merida was almost addicted, grabbing anything magical within reach, so, so desperately trying to change her mother back from a bear, or at least regain some memories.

About a year after her dedication to being a dark witch, she was ambushed.

Merida pulled back her arrow and shot. It hit the wood of the tree. Merida tried again. She didn't care who it was; the day had been far too testing. She had woken up from a dream of her and her mother, her mother singing to her. Then the song grew darker, speaking of betrayal and how, in the end it wouldn't matter.

That her mum wouldn't love her.

"Relax, Red," Came a male voice.

Merida aimed again, but two black figures swooped down, almost looking like one. Another two forms of nearly the same description (except more colorful). They were within range, but Merida knew better. Killing the people could have been successful, perhaps, but it would mean, in turn, that she would be killed by what they were most infamous for; their dragons.

"State you business," Merida had demanded. She disliked being told was to do very much.

The one with a black mask put up a hand.

"I stand by my opinion, relax."

The blonde one on the more colorful dragon was also unidentifiable, but not because of a mask, but rather because of paint.

"If we wanted to hurt you, we would have done that a while ago." she had said.

Merida refused to let down her bow. They weren't there to kill her, which was a plus side. But they were known for being thieves, even if they didn't intentionally kill people for what they stole for, they still did on occasion. Merida wasn't going to be one of those people... any of those people.

"Listen, we're here for a reason," the black clad Dragon Rider said, "there was a... tragedy. For us. And we found this... book."

There was a silence, one that was filled with the painted one chewing on her lip and the black-scaled one scratching at his mask.

"Ah know lots a books-" Merida sassed, unsuccessfully.

"Not just a book," the blonde one snapped.

"It's a book that had our lives in it... just... better," the black clad one tried, "It had ours and yours and others. And then it described our lives. Our real lives. It prophesied us as the League of Broken Endings. It told us we were robbed."

"And Ah'm just supposed to believe tha?" Merida questioned.

"We know what happened to your mother," the blonde one said, "What you are, why you are. It's all in the book. But we can't fix it. Not until we are all together. Each of us has a talent needed to get it all back."

Merida's arrow fell a little, just a little, but it seemed to give the Dragon Riders hope.

"My name's Hiccup. Great name, I know." The black clad one said.

"And mine's Astrid," the blonde one said, continuing after she looked at "Hiccup", "A much better name, I'm sure."

"Just like tha'? I could do anything to you with tha' information. I could... I could tell the 'ole land! I could hex ya! Merida tried, confused.

"Really? You can do that?" 'Hiccup' pulled a strand out of 'Astrid's' hair , "Turn Astrid into a frog."

The look in 'Hiccup's' eyes was playful (beneath the mask), as were 'Astrid's' when she went to hit the boy. Merida unconsciously lowered the bow.

"I am Merida."

But she was sure Hiccup and Astrid already knew that.

The coldness of a living icy heart,

It felt like something should have happened in that moment. Like the ice statue of her sister was supposed to do something. But why would it? It wasn't like she would rise back from the dead.

The cold never bothered Elsa, but it then right then and there. Elsa couldn't touch the frozenness of the body in front of her. All of a sudden, everything went into bombs, exploding in her mind, the light blinding her and deafening her. Rage filled up inside of her. Not the kind of rage from the ice palace or from Anna's endless rant, but the kind of rage a madman would get from a fit. She didn't know what happened at the time of, but, when she woke up, she was the only one and thing outside of her sister's state.

And the worst part was, remorse was somewhere warm, somewhere that didn't seem to exist anymore. Elsa didn't want to stay there. It seemed obvious that she would go back to her ice palace.

"Come, Olaf," Elsa said stiffly.

"But-but Elsa, they're all statues." Olaf stuttered.

"Really?" Asked Elsa, "I'm glad you told me. I never would have guessed otherwise."

"Elsa... this isn't you. You're kind and gentle and-"

"A woman who killed her own sister! Olaf the choice is stay here," Elsa gestured to the gray, frozen ice land around her, "or come with me."

Olaf didn't move.

"Fine. That's your choice." Elsa said walking away.

"Wait! Elsa!" Olaf hobbled up to her, "I can't run that fast!"

Elsa stopped for Olaf to catch up numerous times, because it was the last of her sister in a way. He only ever said exactly what she would have said.

"There's still some good in you," Olaf muttered every once in a while.

As three years passed by, Olaf would say the same thing over and over again, but the more frequent her fits got, the less frequent they became. On year three, the only time Olaf ever said that was when they came. The people who changed her life forever.

For a while they were just Dragon Riders with another member, the dark witch that used to be the heir to Dunbroch. But, for a reason that would, of course, occur later, they introduced themselves as the League of Broken Endings

And with the hope of a dead heart,

Jack Frost couldn't stick around on the nice side of things, ignoring the shadows, when they were so right. When Pitch first approached him, he had said no by an impulse, but the impulse was fading, the days growing longer, and soon, nightmares and fear fed the boy. Pitch was always right. And manipulative, and cruel, and annoying, but still right. Why had he been chosen to live like he did? Jack would never know. Why did he have to live invisible and alone, feeding off of frightened children? There was nothing in the world otherwise, was Pitch's answer. But it didn't seem right. The only thing that didn't seem right, if you extracted his entire non-life to the equation.

Although, he had his first adult believer. Even Pitch didn't have those! But it seemed to backfire on Jack when he tried to poke closer.

"Careful, hun. Not too much ice," Came a feminine voice, bodied by a woman in an... ice dress he hadn't seen before. The redhead he had been preying on shot up and chanted some words, freezing Jack in his place. Two other figures approached, putting a total of four people into the pathway.

The one with a black leather suit spoke up after the platinum blonde one.

"This... is getting tiring," he sighed, "Well, it took us three years to find you, even with the help of the book and Merida. Where do we begin? Well, I can't forget because I've one this twice. Hey, Astrid, why can't you?"

Astrid shrugged, "It was your idea."

"When," Asked the black clad one, "When we went for Jack over here or just this entire team? Because you know my answer to all of that."

"Hiccup!" Astrid began to argue with the black clad one when the icy blonde spoke up.

"Lovers quarrel can wait. I'll explain. Unless Merida would like to try."

"Nah, Ah've spent two years with in the freak show, and Ah still don't know whas going on. All yours Elsa." Merida said, her hands up in surrender.

"Well, the easiest way to say this is, you're not supposed to be this way. None of us are," the icy blonde one, Elsa, stepped forward, gesturing to the book in the black dragon-scaled one's hand, "That book tells us what should have happened, and we're looking for a way to get it back. You're in that book. We all are, and if you join us we can figure out how to get that back."

Jack's jaw would have gone slack if he could move it. This was what he had wanted, before he gave in. But he couldn't just trust strangers... even if they could see him... Jack had a feeling that Pitch would be getting to know about his first adult believers.

And he didn't. And, maybe, did.

We find the end... or the beginning.

This is how it ended in a way, but, really, it has just begun. We've made it difficult for them. Very difficult. But they're going to get through this. The League of Broken Endings had begun; Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Astrid Hofferson, (former) Princess Merida of Dunbroch, (former) Queen Elsa of Arendelle, and Jack Frost.

They'll fight our grip. And maybe it'll be our turn. But you see, now I am in control. And this will be more than fighting a grip; it will be letting go of what they've wanted.

A/N: Total paradox. Also, my tenses weren't that great. And I didn't include Rapunzel. Sorry, I couldn't figure out a way to write her into the storyline. Let's just say she lived happily ever after...

So I had NO idea where to put this, so I put it in HTTYD and ROTG because it was where it all began and ended. Sorry if you wanted something more to this particular fandom's assumed fandoms (Hijack) but I do not support that ship (no, it is not that I have a dislike towards homosexuals), but there are otherwise no other places (I have pairings that go like this: [Elsa x Jack Frost], [Hiccup x Astrid] [Merida x Merida (or maybe I'll add in a character along the way). I originally had this in the strictly "HTTYD" section.

~ Sam

P.S. I'm not always this formal, I'm just in that mood since it isn't twelve at night; my usual updating time.