A/N: 'Sup, guys! I'm really excited for this story. I'm more than a little obsessed with the Big Four... (Jack Frost especially... Like I mean come ON! That smirk, though! *cough* What? No, I wasn't fangirling... maybe. *cough*)

This fic contains Merricup, and hints to Jackunzel. I would have put it in the hook, but I ran out of room. So if you don't like these ships, and are going to be hating because of it, don't read it.

Disclaimer: I don't own squat. If I did, the Big Four would actually be a movie or a TV show. Same for if I was world dictator. See? I would be a fair and just ruler... for all fangirls. *Jack mutters in my ear* Oh... I am getting off track. Vote for me! Okay bye.

Chapter 1

Merida opened her eyes as sunshine filtered through her window, a grin spreading across her face.

Ever since the spell had been broken, nearly two years ago, there was no rising early unless she wanted to. But today, she did.

The red haired princess leapt out of bed, racing around the room to get dressed. She had been planning this day for weeks, and she couldn't wait to get started.

About a month back, while out riding Angus along the shore, Merida had seen a bunch of sea pillars away in the water. Excited at the thought of climbing them, she had raced back home to tell her father, Fergus, her idea. Neither of her parents had been too happy with the thought of their daughter on the sea, climbing the perilous rocks called Dragon's Teeth. But still, Fergus had allowed her to take a boat once it was ready, and enough men were ready to row her there. But on Merida's part, she couldn't be late.

And she wasn't about to be.

Snatching up her bow and quiver, she raced out the door, not even bothering to check her reflection. Merida had never been that girl, who wanted to make sure they always looked good and proper, and was always swooning over boys. She hadn't had a crush her whole life, and the only thing she longed after was adventure, and freedom. And the eighteen-year old saw no need to keep her wild red locks neat and constrained—in a way, it showed who she was.

Rushing into the courtyard, the Scottish princess grabbed an apple from a tray before jumping down half the steps, and rushing to the docks.

The captain looked up as he heard her arrival. "I didn't think you were gonna make it, lass."

"But I did. I wouldn't miss it for the world." she proclaimed, ignoring his hand and leaping onto the boat herself. She wasn't one to accept chivalry, either.

He rolled his eyes at her familiar, feisty attitude, and turned to his crew. "She made it, lads! We're off!"

The shadows of the rock pillars became more prominent as the mist set in around them. There was no life, anywhere.

"You sure you still want to climb the Teeth, Highness? I can barely see you, and you're right in front of me." the captain asked.

"Yes." Merida stated determinedly. Nothing was going to ruin this day, not even what she'd decided was just a little mist. Besides, she'd climbed in worse… right?

He didn't look happy about it, but the captain allowed them to continue on.

"Alright, we're here. We've stopped right below this pillar, Majesty, and so you can just start climbing right here on the starboard side."

"Thank you." Merida said, following his directions.

The giant pillar of rock loomed above her, and she swallowed. I'm not backing out now. Searching for her first handhold, she reached out, pressing her palm against the rough surface.

It was slow going, much like all rock climbing, but she was making good progress. After a half hour or so, the mist was thinning slightly, and she could make out the top of the rock above her, only twenty or so feet away.

Grinning in triumph, Merida reached out, and grabbed for another handhold, gripping it firmly. Deciding that she climbed better while her mind was distracted, she listened to her surroundings.

To her left, somewhere, wind whistled as it snaked around another pillar, and far away in front of her, plants rustled. The crew beneath her was quiet, only a bit of talking to be heard.

But that didn't last long

Soon, their voices became louder, even though Merida was climbing up and away from them. They seemed panicked.

"What is that?" a crew member's voice came.

"Is it a bat?"

"No. It's too big."

"I… Do you think it might be a dragon, Sir?"

"A dragon? I doubt it."

"This place was named Dragon's Teeth for a reason, Sir."

"I highly doubt—"

Merida tuned them out, listening instead to a new noise. It was much like the whistling wind, only somehow different. Less like the wind was moving around something stationary, and more like something was moving through the wind, at an impossibly fast speed. But that couldn't be possible. Nothing could go that fast.

The sound was gradually growing louder, and so were the panicked voices from the crew below.

Tune them out. Merida thought, closing her eyes. If they panicked, she would panic, and then she would fall. No, that wouldn't be good for anyone, except perhaps the imaginary dragons around here, who would get a damsel in distress to play with.

She snorted. The thought seeming ridiculous.

Merida grabbed another handhold, still trying to calm her nerves, and not really studying her actions. The tiny ledge slanted downward, becoming a difficult hold on its own. But the mist was suddenly strong around her, and had wet the rock, making it dangerously slippery.

Putting a bit more of her weight on that side, she reached for another handhold, while at the same time, moving her foot up.

A blast came from above, and Merida glanced up to see a bright light explode in the sky. "Dragon!" the call came from below, as two more ripped through the clouds.

Her hand slipped, and her heart leapt into her throat. She helplessly scrambled at the ledge, hoping to find something, anything to hold onto.

She fell away from the rock pillar, and began to plummet down towards the water. A scream ripped out of her throat, but she heard nothing but the air rushing past her. Closing her eyes, Merida prepared to die in the freezing cold ocean.

Something ran into her, and she felt herself changing direction.

Gasping, she opened her eyes, and glanced around her, only to see a giant pillar of rock getting all too close. She screamed again and closed her eyes, grabbing onto the thing around her shoulders for dear life.

The gentle coast that she had been experiencing before suddenly became rough, as her kidnapper frantically flapped its wings. There was the sound of something exploding, and rock crumbling and crashing into the water.

Preparing for death the second time in less than a minute, Merida felt the grip on her left arm disappear, and something soft crashing into her. The world went darker as wings wrapped around her, taking the brunt of the impact.

She felt them go head over heels, rolling down a hill. The motion caused the creature's wings to move just a little, and its grip on her was lost, and she went flying out onto the grass, screaming more than she'd care to admit.

Slowly and painfully pushing herself away from the ground, she moved her red curls out of her face.

The creature made a noise, somewhere between a grunt and a growl. Merida glanced up, and saw that its wings were still curled up around its torso. It must not have realized that it let me go.

She now recognized it as a dragon. It had a rounded head, and a long tail curled around its body, cloaked in scales as dark as night.

Then, green eyes opened, and the dragon unfurled its wings.

Out rose a man covered in armor, his face hidden in his helmet. Strangely, a fin of leather stuck out of the back, and the same material connected his arms and legs. A metal peg leg stood in place of his left foot.

Merida couldn't take her eyes away from him. With the mist around him, he didn't seem to be much more than silhouette, and she could only tell that he was tall, and lean.

Where had he come from? Had he been on the back of the dragon when she'd been kidnapped?

The mysterious man began walking towards her, fiddling with some straps on his arms, and removing the leather wings. "Whoo! That really came out of nowhere!" His tone was cheerful, as if the three of them hadn't nearly died.

A crack came from the pillar that they had nearly ran into, and all three of them turned and froze, watching the mountainous rock crumble into the ocean.

The dragon growled, though not in a threatening way. More as if it was asking a question. It continued to watch the spot where the pillar had been, while the strange man went back to pulling the leather away from his arms, tucking it away.

"We gotta work on your solo-gliding there, bud. That locked up tail makes for some pretty sloppy rescue maneuvers, hey?" He spun a dial on his armor, and the fin on his back retracted.

He straightened, and Merida felt his gaze on her. "Are you okay?" he asked her.

The redhead clenched her jaw, feeling her fiery attitude come back. "Do I look okay?" she asked.

She could almost hear his smile. "No. But you sound fine to me."

Merida scowled, not sure how to respond. "Why did you kidnap me?"

He laughed, looking back at the dragon, who had tilted his head in curiosity. "Kidnap? I thought of it more as a rescue!"

She folded her arms. "I had it under control."

"Yeah, obviously you can fly. My bad."

She raised her eyebrows, a little surprised at the sarcasm. "Well, it seems like a kidnapping if you did it with a dragon," she gestured to the creature, whose green eyes looked almost like an innocent kitten's. "And have your face hidden with a mask."

The mystery man stepped forward with ease on his peg leg. His gait was only slightly off, but instead of appearing as a limp, it almost looked like a saunter. Before Merida could prepare herself, he reached up, and pulled the spiked helmet from his head.

He had thick brown hair, messy from the flight. A warm smile stood on his face, and his emerald green eyes sparkled with exhilaration.

Her blue eyes met his, and she would have fallen to the ground had she not already been sitting. There was an electrifying sense in the air, and she could only think of those beautiful eyes studying her for eternity.

The dream ended when he held out his hand to help her up. "No thanks." she said, pulling herself to her feet.

He laughed, the sparkle in his eyes increasing. "You remind me of my best friend, Astrid."

The dragon snorted, seeming to be hacked off.

"Astrid?" Merida asked. "Strange name."

He raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Believe me, there are stranger ones. How do you like Snotlout?"

"Uh… no."

"Trust me, Toothless. You're my best friend." the man said to the dragon. "Astrid is just my best human friend."

He still looked mad, though it didn't seem to be over the Astrid thing.

"Oh, and this is Toothless." the man said, gesturing to the reptile.

"He doesn't look toothless." Merida said warily.

"Retractable teeth." he stated simply. He turned back to her, capturing her with those electrifying green eyes. "And your name is…?"

"Uh…"

"Nice name. I like it."

The sarcasm is back. "That's not my name. It's Merida."

The genuine smile reappeared, and he stuck out the hand that wasn't holding his helmet. "Hiccup."

"What?" she asked, grasping his hand.

"Hiccup. That's my name."

"That's… strange."

He shrugged. "Like I said, there are stranger names than Astrid." His green eyes wandered over Merida's shoulder, and he walked past her, to the ledge, seeming to take in the view.

The Scottish princess couldn't take her eyes off his tall form, studying every little thing about him. The few locks of his hair that were woven, the proud way he carried himself, as if he had once been at rock bottom, but climbed to the top, and knew that he could do it all over again.

It was how Merida carried herself.

"Looks like we found another one, bud." Hiccup said to Toothless.

Another what? Merida wanted to ask, but her tongue felt tied in her mouth.

Suddenly, a pebble whacked Hiccup in the back of his head. Immediately, the man turned to look at his dragon.

The flying creature was scowling at him, and turned his back to his friend.

"Oh, what, do you want an apology?" Hiccup asked, his tone mocking.

Toothless growled in a statement sort of way.

"Is that why you're pouting, big baby boo?" the man said, walking up to him.

The dragon grunted.

Hiccup dropped his helmet. "Well, try this on!" He rushed in to wrap his arms around the dragon's dark neck, as if trying to tackle him.

The creature didn't move one inch.

"Oh, you feeling it yet? Huh?" Hiccup wrapped his legs around the dragon. "Picking up on all my heartfelt remorse?"

In response, the dragon stood up on his hind legs, and walked towards the edge of the cliff.

"Ah, yeah. Oh, come on, come on. You wouldn't hurt a one-legged—Gah!" Hiccup grabbed onto the dragon for dear life.

Merida watched with fascination, not sure whether she should interfere or not.

Toothless made a sound that seemed to be laughter.

"Y-you're right, you're right. You win, you win."

Suddenly, the dragon fell backwards, Hiccup falling on top of him.

Merida quickly scrambled out of the way as the two wrestled.

Hiccup laughed. "He's down! And it's ugly!"

Toothless batted at his friend, who continued swatting his feet out of the way.

"Dragons and vikings, enemies again!"

Toothless was now winning, easily batting at the human's face.

"Locked in combat to the bitter—Oh!" Hiccup groaned as the dragon dropped to the ground on top of him.

A playful glint appeared in Toothless's eyes, and he began licking Hiccup repeatedly.

"Ugh, gah!" The man rolled away from his dragon, shaking his arms to get rid of the saliva. "You know that doesn't wash out!"

Toothless seemed to laugh again.

Hiccup scowled, then flicked his hands at his friend, shooting the dragon's own saliva back at him.

The reptile returned the look, and Hiccup grinned smugly, continuing the attempt to get the spit off of him.

Suddenly, something clicked in Merida's mind. "Wait, you're a… a viking?"

He glanced over. "Uh, yeah."

She backed away. His green eyes didn't seem quite so friendly anymore.

"Why? What's wrong?" he asked.

"V-vikings attacked my kingdom. They killed hundreds of us. You killed hundreds of us!" she exclaimed, her fiery temper coming back full swing.

He held up his hands, as if trying to placate a savage creature. "Hang on! How long ago was this? I'm only twenty! And trust me, I am not the killing type!"

"You're lying! You're a viking, and you're all the same! Killing everyone, raiding everything! It took uniting four enemy clans to defeat you!"

"Hey, I live on a pretty remote island, and we've been busy trying to keep dragons at bay for most of my life! It could have very well been different vikings! You can't just blindly assign blame!"

"Yeah? Ever heard of Stoick the Vast?"

Those mesmerizing green eyes widened. "S-Stoick? He attacked you guys?"

"So you have heard of him!"

He ran his hand through his thick brown hair. The gesture was attractive, and super annoying. "H-he's my father."

Merida glared, then pulled her bow off of her shoulders, nocking an arrow and drawing the string back to her cheek before Hiccup could react.

"Woah, hey! Can't we come to a truce here?"

"No!"

He sighed. "You remind me of my dad."

"Don't you dare compare me to a viking!" she yelled, drawing her arrow back further.

Toothless was in front of Hiccup, growling threateningly. "Merida, please—"

"No!"

"You can't get down from here alone." he said quietly. "You'll hurt yourself."

"I climb rocks on a daily basis, Viking!"

"I saw you climbing that pillar, Merida. I'm taking your skills into account."

"What—" she broke off as she glanced at the ledge. It was a long drop, and the first one hundred feet of it was smooth, and slippery from the humidity.

"See? Now please, let us take you back to your ship."

As much as Merida longed to scream at him again, she could see his logic. Besides, they wouldn't be taking her all the way back to DunBroch, so the new generation of vikings wouldn't know their location.

And even though she knew he was an enemy, a part of her heart still trusted him, believed in him. Those green eyes still had that earnestness to them, and her knees wobbled, threatening to give out beneath her.

Get yourself together! You've fought Mor'du, and you're getting weak-kneed over a viking boy!

At her hesitation, he sighed. "Fine, have fun getting down by yourself." Hiccup pulled aside a part of his armor, and pulled out a small, leather-bound book. He walked over the ledge and knelt, opening it. He then proceeded to unfold the page into a huge map. Clearly, pieces had been added on and hand-drawn over time.

Hiccup opened another part of his armor, this time on his arm, and ripped out a blank page, then held it out to Toothless.

The dragon extended his pink tongue, and licked the side of the page thoroughly, before Hiccup placed it in the south-east corner of the map, and pulled out a writing utensil.

He pulled a knife from a slot on his left arm's armor, and sharpened the pencil. Merida tensed up at the sight of the blade, but he either didn't notice, or didn't care, as he casually put it back in its sheath, and the pencil in his mouth.

Hiccup popped open a compass attached to his arm, studying it for a moment. Then he looked up, and grabbed the pencil again. "So, what should we name it?" he asked Toothless.

He and Merida both glanced over at the dragon, who was scratching underneath his front-left leg.

Hiccup nodded. "Itchy Armpit it is."

Merida tilted her head, surprised to discover that she couldn't tell when Hiccup was being sarcastic, or serious. It added a new level of mystery to him, and she wanted to explore it.

Shut up, Merida. she scolded herself, turning to the bushes to find a way down.

"What do you reckon, bud? Think we might find a few Timberjacks in those woods? The odd Whispering Death or two in the rocks?"

Merida wondered what he was talking about, before realizing that those might be the names of dragons. She'd never really thought about there being multiple species of dragons, considering that the only magical or mythical thing she'd ever been obsessed with in her childhood was the Will O' the Wisps.

Hiccup continued on with a shrug. "Who knows? Maybe we'll finally track down another Night Fury." he said, looking up at Toothless. "Wouldn't that be something?"

"What's a Night Fury?" Merida asked, before she could bite back the question.

Hiccup looked over at her, not at all surprised to see her still there. "A type of dragon. The kind Toothless is."

"Is he the last one?"

"Don't know yet." He sighed, looking over at Toothless. "So what do you say? Just keep going?" he asked, looking out at the horizon.

"Don't you have to be home?" Merida asked.

He cracked a smile. "Technically yes, but I temporarily ran away."

"What's the point in running away if you're only doing it temporarily?"

"Don't tell me you've never done it."

She opened her mouth to tell him no, until several occasions came rushing back to her.

"Called it."

She hesitated. "It's called Corona."

"What?"

"'Itchy Armpit'. It's called Corona."

"I like Itchy Armpit better." he said, smirking.

She rolled her eyes, and turned back to the bushes.

Suddenly, a squawk came from behind them, and they glanced back.

"If you don't want to deal with more vikings, I recommend you hide over there." Hiccup suggested, pointing to a large, nearby boulder.

Merida only took a moment to send him a withering scowl, before stomping off to the recommended hiding spot.

Peering around the side, she spotted a new dragon and rider. The reptile was blue, with spikes completely covering the tail. It stood on its hind legs, its front legs appearing to not exist, with wings in their place.

The rider was hooded, but seemed to be wearing a skirt of leather that went halfway down their thighs. Furs were everywhere, from their boots to the hood.

Hiccup peered over his shoulder, a small grin on his face. "Afternoon, milady. Where have you been?"

The rider laughed, pulling down their hood. Blond hair was woven into a braid, and bangs kept falling into her face. She greeted a cheerful Toothless with outstretched hands, before joining Hiccup. "Oh, winning races. What else?" She sat next to him by the map, legs crossed. "The real question is, where have you been?"

"Avoiding my dad."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh no. What happened now?"

He snorted, sitting back on his heels. "Oh, you're gonna love this. I wake up, the sun is shining, Terrible Terrors are singing on the rooftop. I saunter down to breakfast thinking all is right with the world, and I get," He stood up, putting a scowl on his face, and lowering his voice significantly. "'Son. We need to talk.'"

Hiccup was about to say something else, when the girl started moving her shoulders strangely, and making her voice childish and annoying. "'Not now, Dad, I got a whole day of goofing off to get started.'" She broke off laughing.

Hiccup couldn't hold back his laughter either. "What? Okay, first of all, I don't sound like that. Who— what is this character? And second—" He gestured to her. "What is that thing you're doing with my shoulders?"

She grinned and continued to move them up and down unnaturally.

"That's— Actually, flattering impersonation." he said sarcastically. "Anyway, he goes," He stood up taller again, putting on a formal face, and marching across the grass. "'You're the pride of Berk, Son. And I couldn't be prouder.'"

The girl began waving her arms around. "'Aw, thanks Dad, I'm pretty impressed with myself too!'"

They both laughed.

Merida couldn't help but feel a little jealous. Who was this girl? Was she Hiccup's girlfriend or something?

Shut up, brain!

"When have I ever done that with my hands?" Hiccup asked, gesturing.

The girl pointed excitedly. "You just did!"

"What? Ugh."

She continued moving her shoulders and arms in a weird, jerky fashion.

Hiccup rolled his eyes, and ignored her, continuing to imitate his father. "'You're all grown up. And since no chief could ask for a better successor, I've decided—'"

"To make you chief!" the girl exclaimed, standing up excitedly. "Oh my gods! Hiccup, that's amazing!" She punched him in the gut, and the fin popped out of his back.

"Gah!"

She laughed as he gave her a look. "You're gonna wear out the spring coil. The calibration is very sensitive—"

A dragonish squawk came from behind them, and the two racing dragons ran right into their owners, knocking them to the ground before continuing on.

The girl pulled herself off of Hiccup, and held out a hand as he rolled over into a sitting position.

He sighed. "Yeah, so…" He accepted her hand. "This is what I'm dealing with."

"What did you tell him?"

He shrugged. "I—I didn't. By the time he turned around, I was gone."

She bent down and picked up the map. "Huh. Well, it's a lot of responsibility. The map will have to wait, for sure." She handed it over. "And I'll need to fly Toothless since you'll be too busy, but—" she broke off and turned around as she seemed to realize what Hiccup's expression would be.

His face had fallen, and his beautiful green eyes had turned sad. "It's not me, Astrid." he said quietly.

Merida felt a sense of victory at realizing that this girl was nothing more than Hiccup's friend. Shut up! she screamed at herself.

"All those speeches, and planning, and running the village, that's his thing."

"I think you're missing the point. I mean, chief! What an honor! I'd be pretty excited."

Hiccup put the map back in his armor. "I—" He smiled sadly. "I'm not like you. You know exactly who you are, you always have. But I'm still looking." He bent down and picked up his helmet. "I know that I'm not my father, and I never met my mother, so," He looked down at his hands as he sat down. "What does that make me?"

Astrid pressed her lips together, then sat down next to her friend. "What you're searching for isn't out there, Hiccup." She pointed to his chest. "It's in here. Maybe you just don't see it yet."

His green eyes latched onto something on the horizon. "Maybe. But you know, there is something out there."

She rolled her eyes. "Hiccup—"

He stuck a finger under her chin, and pushed her face up. Just as fast as his, her eyes focused on smoke beyond the snowy mountains.

"What—"

"I told you. That's Corona." Merida muttered, coming out of hiding.

After overhearing the entire conversation with Astrid, Merida's heart had won over her mind. Though he was a viking, Hiccup was going through some of the same problems as her. After working so hard to gain her freedom, Merida still didn't know who she was. And how could she? She had just about as much substance as the wind she chased. Hiccup was obviously no different. He was just like her.

You know, except that he was a viking.

Astrid was up on her feet. "Who are you?"

Hiccup sent a questioning look to the red-haired princess, before making the introductions. "Merida, Astrid. Astrid, Merida."

"I was climbing the rocks and his dragon saved me." Merida reluctantly muttered.

"I guess that's the closest I'm gonna get to a thank you, huh?" Hiccup asked, that tantalizing smirk back on his face.

Astrid tilted her head. "You're not a viking, are you?"

Merida's gaze darkened, but she managed to refrain from pulling out a weapon this time. "No."

"Merida lives around here. She says that over there is a kingdom called Corona." Hiccup explained.

Merida stepped forward to join them on the ledge. "Well, technically Corona is two islands. The city, and the castle are on a smaller island, further on. But this island is a part of the kingdom, though few people live here."

"Then what could the smoke be?" Astrid asked.

The princess squinted, studying the land ahead of her. "I think that it's coming from the coast. The island's shaped a little weird."

"We should go and check it out." Hiccup said, mounting his Night Fury. "There's too much smoke for it to be a campfire, or even a chimney. It could be more dragons."

"I'm coming with you." Astrid said, swinging onto her blue dragon.

The two vikings looked expectantly at the princess.

"Well I'm not." Merida forced her tongue to say. "And I can't exactly get home." she muttered.

Hiccup smirked. "Is that another thank you in Merida-ish? Wow!"

She scowled. "Shut up, Viking. Just take me back to my boat."

He nodded, and gestured to the spot behind him on the black, scaley dragon.

"I'd better not fall."

"Fine. We'll just do a few spins."

"No."

"Astrid, go on ahead. I'll catch up with you."

"Are you sure?"

"Night Fury's are faster anyways." And he took off into the sky.

Merida charged into the dining room at lunchtime, not knowing what to feel. So she chose anger.

"Somebody's in a mood." Fergus noted.

The princess grunted.

"Did Dragon's Teeth not turn out like you'd hoped?" Elinor asked.

"I guess you could say that." Merida muttered.

"How so?"

She scowled, not sure how to respond. She didn't want to get her father into "Defense Mode", as she called it, but she didn't want to lie either.

Half-truths will have to do. "I slipped off the rocks, and a dragon snatched me up."

Fergus laughed. "They're on the far side of Corona at the closest. Dragons don't come here."

"It's true." Merida insisted. "But the dragon couldn't fly very well by himself. Something about a locked tail…?"

"What, did the dragon talk too?" her father teased.

"No. But his rider sure did."

Hamish, Harris, and Hubert looked up in interest.

Merida continued her story. "But then another pillar came out of nowhere, and we almost crashed into it. Thankfully, the dragon blasted it with fire, and it crumbled. Then we landed just before Corona. And the boy introduced himself."

"What might this young lad's name be?" Elinor asked.

"Hiccup."

Fergus chortled.

"He said that everyone had weird names where he was from. Anyway, then another dragon rider showed up, Astrid. Apparently they'd never been here before, since Hiccup was adding to his map."

"Did they say where they're from?" Fergus asked.

Berk. But you might know where that is. "Uh… no."

Elinor straightened. "Well, that is very interesting. Why didn't you invite them back here?"

"They had to go. Something about 'temporarily running away'."

Fergus laughed. "He sounds exactly like you!"

"Figured that out for myself already, Dad." Merida muttered under her breath. "I think I'll go shooting now."

"Be back for dinner, darling." Elinor said.

Merida couldn't hit a single target. She just sat on a log, staring at the sky, half-hoping that she would spot the dark silhouette of a Night Fury fly across it.

Hiccup of Berk had left a greater impression than either of them had expected.

Meanwhile, in Corona, golden hair flew out of a tower, and a cloaked girl silently descended. Grinning, she splashed in the cold stream, before racing through a crack in the rocks, and into the forest beyond.

A/N: Hope you guys liked it! 'Cause I sure did! I got inspiration for this by watching a fan video, to the song I Really Like You. It showed a whole bunch of couples meeting, like Willet, Jelsa, Merricup, and Hip (Wilbur and Violet, Jack and Elsa, Merida and Hiccup, and Hiro and Tip). Their username was TheTamy04 on YouTube, if you want to check their channel out (which I totally recommend!).

Sorry that I'm not really writing in Merida's accent. A part of my logic was that she wouldn't interpret herself as having an accent, so I would just write it in normally, with occasional words like lad or lass. I mean, if we always wrote in accents, I'd wri' som' lie this. Ha, no. Not happening. Also, I'm just lazy, and don't want to mess up Merida's AWESOME accent!

I know it'll be hard to keep up with updating this story and my first, Forgotten Family (check it out! ROTG/HP crossover!), so updates may be sporadic for a while. But I just loved this story so much that I couldn't keep it from you! So here it is! And Jack shows up in the next chapter! *Merida, Rapunzel, Hiccup, and Jack all give me a look* Um... right. I should stop rambling.

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