A/N: Okay I want to see if I can make it till the first two chapters of the arena scene before I have to go to Prison that is school. (Don't get me wrong. I like school. My course is Education. But terror teachers/professors are the worst) I'm just so hook on this au for now. Oh, but I'll get back on my other au's after I reached the arenas. I'm on a roll here, strike when the iron is hot.

Turbo (Wreck-it-Ralph) - Claudius Templesmith/Seneca Crane

And if you guys can make suggestions for future castings, refer to the list of animations below for the character universe.

-RISE OF THE GUARDIANS (duh)
-HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON (double duh. Dreamworks Dragons Series characters counted)
-Tangled
-Brave
-The Croods (honestly not much choices there)
-Hotel Transylvania
-Kung Fu Panda (if it's in the series, then please explain the character to me because I might not know him/her. And yes, I'll humanoid them. Duh, I did that already to Tigress even if I haven't officially casted her yet. Tigress = Fox-face. ergo Tiger-face)
-Tinkerbelle
-Anastasia
-Treasure Planet
-Frozen
-Avatar, the Last Airbender (heh. Only non-movie animation)

The Surprise

"HICCUP!" Jack gasped. "ARE YOU OKAY?! Man, dude! The Nightfury! Among all things, a Dragon saved you!"

Hiccup blinked then he went back to reality when he remembered something. He grasped Jack's shoulder, panic in his eyes. "TOOTHLESS?!" He demanded. "Is he...? Did the Nightfury...? Was he also...?"

Jack bit his lip, unsure how to proceed or what to say. "Hiccup..." It was all he managed. But it was enough. Hiccup broke into tears and sobbed against his shoulder. Jack frowned and put his arms around the smaller boy.

The moment was short-lived as the Game makers were asking and prodding the smaller boy about what happened. Jack growled at them to leave him alone, but they paid him no heed. Still, no matter what questions they asked, it wasn't like he could answer didn't know why the Dragon saved him, how it got there, or where it even came from. And with District 12 being the backwater District of all, they had to talk his word about it and do speculations later. Afterwards, it got too much, too overwhelming for Hiccup. His best friend was gone.

The boy fainted in Jack's arms.

:::::

Back on the District 12 floor, Aster and Tooth usually grilled Jack and Hiccup about every moment of the day. What they did, who watched them, how the other Lights size up. Elsa and Anna weren't usually around, but not this time. Then again, Jack didn't usually return with Hiccup passed out in his arms as he carried him bridal style.

"What happened?!" Tooth rushed over, motherly taking Hiccup's face in her hands. "did he get in a fight?"

If she took the time to calm down, she'd see that the fact that there were no bruises on the boy or even a scratch would rule out the suggestion. Instead, Jack shook his head dejectedly, and explained what happened.

Anna placed a hand on her lips. "Guess that wasn't a rumor, about the electric field going haywire for once or the appearance of the Nightfury." She muttered. "I hope there won't be another attack..."

The man took interest in another part of the story. "Recruited, huh?" Aster pursed his lips. "honestly, I didn't expect him to top you on that first. But it's believable," He looked around. "where's the feline dingo always tagging along?"

Jack's shoulders shook, falling to his knees but carefully as to not drop the boy in his arms. Actually, he hugged him tightly, burying his face on Hiccup's neck. "Toothless... The boy from two... The balcony... The Nightfury didn't get them both..." He choked. Apparently, the impossible happened. He became attached to the feline as well.

Elsa frowned, bending in front of him and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. She didn't say anything, because sometimes, there were no words needed to be said.

"He could be okay," Anna broke in weakly. "I mean, cats land on their feet right?"

Jack didn't respond to that. With the training almost coming to an end, the interview fast approaching, and therefore so was their entrance to the arena, the last thing he wanted was fragile hope.

He brought Hiccup to his room, and tucked him in. But he didn't leave, he didn't want Hiccup to wake up alone. Definitely not after what happened. Jack caressed the brunette's face, and he was surprised when Hiccup reached up and took it.

Jack whispered softly, "Hiccup?"

"Jack," Hiccup replied weakly. "can... can you sleep here tonight?"

Jack widened his eyes. He would blush, but he was too surprise to hear Hiccup even suggest that. Not that he had a problem with the request. Definitely not.

Hiccup misunderstood the facial expression though. "Sorry," He dropped his hand. "it's just that I'm used to T-Toothless sleeping by my side... Sorry, I'm acting like a baby now, forget what I said," He turned over, his back to Jack. In the course of the Nightmare Games, this was the first time this happened. A pet getting killed.

Really, why did this have to happen to Hiccup? All those other Light pet owners only brought their pets for the attention, because Lights rarely had pets to bring at all until it got overrated. Maybe there were some who did bring them because they wanted to while considering its attention advantage. But Hiccup really only brought him for comfort, because he was his best friend.

The albino said nothing and wordlessly lifted the covers and climbed into the bed with Hiccup, who stiffened when he felt an arm around his waist. "Sorry," Jack muttered shyly. "I don't know where else to put it. Does it bother you?"

Hiccup shrugged. "Now that you said the reason, no, not really." If anything, the brunette felt relaxed. But not enough to numb the pain. "I'd be more bothered anyway if I were alone... Then I'd never get a wink of sleep..." It wasn't easy, and how would it be? His best friend was gone. And Toothless was the one who understood him the most, better than anyone so far in the course of his life.

"You can't even sleep now either way, can you?"

But seemingly, Jack is starting to.

"If I can't, it definitely isn't gonna be your fault..."

Jack looked thoughtful. "How about a lullaby?" He asked and continued before Hiccup could complain, "And no, it's not like I'm babying you. If you think that, well, it's just us. I won't tell anyone."

Hiccup thought about it. He wasn't sure it would help, but he was curious. What was it like, to hear Jack sing? "Try it." He allowed.

Jack was somewhat surprise that the brunette agreed to it. But it made him happy, because he was almost sure it would help. "Hope you don't laugh," He cleared his throat.

"I'm a teenage boy about to be put to sleep like how babies usually are, and you're telling me not to laugh?"

Jack smirked, at least the boy was half-okay. He could still afford to be snarky. "Here goes then,

Deep in the meadow, under the willow

A bed of grass, A soft green pillow.

Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes.

And when again they open, the sun will rise."

Jack felt fuzzy in the insides. It was the first time he ever sang this song to anyone but Emma. There was something intimate about the song. That being said however, he didn't mind singing it to Hiccup.

Hiccup had turned over when Jack started, raising his one arm and pressing it against his forehead. He actually smiled, somehow liking the sound of Jack's smooth, somewhat husky voice. It was soothing. And he didn't doubt that Jack sang this song all the time for his sister.

"Here it's safe. Here it's warm.

Here the daisies guard you from every harm.

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them them true."

Jack prepared his heart for this part, and hoped Hiccup wouldn't take it badly.

"Here is the place where I love you,"

Hiccup blushed and felt his stomach do a relay race, but he shook it off, It was just the lyrics, He told himself. He closed his eyes, listening to the lyrics and remembering Toothless... How he'll miss him...

"Deep in the meadow, hidden far away.

A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray

Forget your woes and let your troubles lay

And when again it's morning, they'll wash away."

Hiccup rested his head on Jack's shoulder, snuggling up and yawning as the song almost came near to it's end. Jack brushed loose strands off the brunette's locks from his forehead. The brunette chalked it up to some brotherly gesture since he did have a younger sister. It was just that.

"Here it's safe, here it's warm.

Here the daisies guard you from every harm.

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true.

Here is the place where I love you."

Hiccup smiled a bit. "Can you keep humming that, then?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.

Jack smiled, seeing that he helped somewhat. "Sure, no problem. And Hiccup?" He patted his head. "you're not a baby for feeling the way you do now. Actually, it takes maturity to value life. Don't worry. I'll be here to get you through this."

Hiccup said nothing at first, just finding Jack's remark comforting. He smiled and snuggled into his arms as Jack begun to hum. "You're a great friend, Jack." He muttered sleepily. "thanks for being here."

Jack tried to get pass the fact that he was friend-zoned and simply focus on the fact that Hiccup appreciated his presence. His existence. That was more than he ever hoped to get ever. After a while of humming, Hiccup did manage to fall asleep. Jack just looked at the brunette's face, wishing so much he could be his. The boy was just so adorable, if only they live in a different world that had no Nightmare Games, things might be different. Maybe even easier.

But they do live in this world. No matter what, Jack was gonna lose Hiccup whether he won or lost the games.

"Jack?"

Jack jumped, startled. Luckily, the brunette didn't stir. He looked up and saw his stylist. Elsa beckoned for him. Carefully as to not wake the sleeping boy, Jack got out of bed and went out.

"I've been in your room but you weren't there."

"Sorry about that, Hiccup asked me to stay."

"You'd stay in either way, all things considered." Elsa teased lightly.

Jack blushed. "That cannot be more true," He admitted. "Anyway, what's up?"

"It's Toothless," Elsa said quietly. "I don't want to get your hopes up if there's nothing, but better yours first before Hiccup. Here in Berk, facts are unless the body is found, nothing can be declared."

"Huh?"

"I don't think he's dead."

~o~

Pitchiner Black waited in his office when the Head Game maker, Turbo K.C. Time, entered to give a status report of the things going on for the games, showing him the clips captured for airing approval. Pitchiner kept his eyes on the Lights of District 12. While they weren't the most assuming pair, something about them unnerved him. Maybe it was the fact of their closeness, how they didn't behave the way Lights normally do. Either arrogant, high and mighty confident or spineless, vulnerable cowards, each Pair of Lights avoids close ties. The ones who usually formed groups didn't count, it was part of their arrogant behavior pattern. And it was all for show. As per Turbo's reports, they were like that camera rolling or not. Usually spending time in each other's room before going to sleep.

Despite Turbo's opinion, Pitchiner saw them as a threat.

Looking at this from a viewer's perspective, District or Berk wise, they'd see the two as a beckon of hope, a spark of change. It wouldn't do for the President, the Districts are supposed to live in fear, not united. That was the purpose of The Nightmare Games. To remind people selfless acts don't exist, that no one can trust man for himself.

Jackson Overland and Hamish Haddock's bond, it was a threat almost as bad as the Nightfury. And considering that, one of the Lights from 12 was rescued by one.

Pitchiner doubted there was any affiliation with the two, but that didn't make him less suspicious. It could simply be a coincidence, the Nightfury and, yes, he knew about the District token given, but he made sure all Dragons were wingless before being sent back to the wild. Except the Nightfury. They were unable to capture it. A symbol of rebellion. And he saved the brunette of twelve. Coincidence or not, he saw it as a sign.

He never knew about the cat that fell before the brunette.

~o~

Hiccup moved numbly the following training sessions, a sullen expression about him. Despite Aster's instructions, he started on the computer already, taking in as much information as he can. But with the numbness, his nerves were somewhat relaxed and he was able to take in a lot. Needless to say, after the incident, the District 2 boy didn't bother Hiccup anymore. For some reasons, Jack kept his distance. Unable to look the boy in the face, ashamed for his inability to do anything. Another opportunity of returning the favor going down the drain. He didn't even visit the brunette's room anymore. They still stayed near enough, but never conversing anymore. Aster begrudgingly let it be.

Hiccup still couldn't believe Toothless was gone. He wished he never took him along now.

On the last day of the third week of training, the Game makers started to call the Lights out from lunch for the private sessions with the Game makers. District by district, first the boy, then the girl Light. In Jack and Hiccup's case, either would do. As usual, District 12 is slated to go last. The boys linger in the dining room, unsure where else to go. No one comes back once they have left. As the room empties, the silence became too oppressing. Jack, however, seemed excited for something, so they agreed he'd go first. He seemed like he needed to get something done with. By the time they call Vanellope, the boys were left alone.

Suddenly, two kids sneaked in. A white-haired stout boy with a furry white hat and matching furry clothes with a multi-colored haired girl with pigtails and colorful dress. They were chasing each other around, not seeming to see the two boys. Jack, and even Hiccup despite himself, widened their eyes. Berk people weren't allowed in the Training Center's building, let alone this room.

How did two Berk kids get inside even?

The boy pulled on the girl's hair and the girl whined loudly, they kept trying to hit each other. Jack gave Hiccup a look. The brunette shrugged, cocking his head towards the tykes. The albino got up and straightened them out.

"Hey, hey! Knock it off you two, it's not nice to fight." He pulled them apart.

The two kids blinked wide eyes and suddenly got excited, as if star-struck.

Jack blinked.

"Hey!" The girl chirped. "you're from District 12, right?"

Jack and Hiccup exchanged glances, utterly confused and unsure what to do. The brunette came up to the kids. "Yes, that's right." He answered.

"So who are you two then?" Jack follow-up questioned.

"I'm Phil, this is my sister, Baby T." The boy answered eagerly. "we saw you in the entrance parade! You two were awesome, we're your fans! Can we get your autographs?"

"Yeah, please? You guys look like the nicest ones!"

Fans.

Jack almost forgot that the people of Berk merely saw this as games, a sporting event where things happens for their entertainment. They never considered that people were losing their lives in the arena for such stupid purpose. Somehow though, they couldn't bring themselves to hate the kids. They are who their parents are, and seriously, who can blame the kids for that way of thinking?

Hiccup didn't want to deal with this though. Not now. Jack knew this. "You're not suppose to be here, are you?"

"Well no, not really," Baby T. flushed. "But we can get away with it, we know one of the Game makers."

Phil broke in. "And you saw the Nightfury, right?" He said excitedly. "It must have been awesome! And you must have been good since it didn't eat you,"

Hiccup raised a brow, considering this. Was the Nightfury some tale Berk told their kids? Some kind of enemy to make them behave?

He had to right that.

"Actually," Hiccup managed a small smile, kneeling down, legs tucked underneath, in front of the kids. "you got it wrong. The Nightfury, any Dragons actually, don't even eat humans. They're peaceful creatures, unless someone attacks them first. They defend themselves, and that's it."

The kids blinked at the brunette. Jack watched carefully and with interest. "Really?" Phil asked.

"That's not what we were told," Baby T. pouted. "are you lying?"

Hiccup chuckled. "Unless the book I read was lying, then I'm not." He said. "besides, it did save me. And I didn't do anything for him, that has to mean they're good creatures."

Phil raised a brow. "But mama and papa says that President Pitchiner said they were enemies," He frowned. "That they attacked our home. Why'd they do that if they were good? What's the truth?"

Hiccup bit his lip, unsure how to answer that without seeming like he was going against Berk. Then again, he was going to die soon. "I guess that only means President Pitchiner attacked them first."

The kids nodded slowly. "I'll go ask papa later, then." Baby T. smiled. "I hope either one of you wins,"

Hiccup laughed without humor. "I don't, not really." He said.

Jack frowned at that.

"Huh? Why not?" Phil cocked his head confusedly. "I thought you'll die if you lose. You want to lose knowing that?"

"I don't want to fight,"

Phil cocked his head. "But why not? You're a Light,"

"Because it's normally wrong. No, it is wrong."

"But that's what you Lights do."

"That's what I'm forced to do, it doesn't change the fact that it's wrong, now," He said, putting both hands on their shoulders. "do this for me, okay? Take care of each other, because it feels nicer if you do something for others than yourself alone, and tell your friends that. Is it okay if I ask for that in exchange for the autographs?" The kids enthusiastically agreed. He tousled their hair and took their pens, granting them the autographs. Leaving a message even,

BE SELFLESS.

Jack widened his eyes, alarmed and wondering if Hiccup knew what he was doing. The kids left then. "Hiccup," he started. "why did you do that?"

Hiccup shrugged, not really looking at Jack. "Why shouldn't I? I just thought...They are kids, they'll grow up. And maybe... They can change how the world is now, everything, any change starts out somewhere..." He said lowly. "maybe someday, people will see that we didn't need these games, I just helped it along. It's something I can do, at least."

Jack didn't say anything more. Hiccup technically dropped a bomb, making Berk look bad to their own kids, but as long as no one heard about it, it wouldn't explode. Besides, he agreed that change can start anywhere. And he believed Hiccup could change anything.

They sit in silence until they summon Jack. He rises.

"Since I won't be coming back when your turn is up... Here," The albino turned to the boy. "Remember what Aster said about being sure to show your strengths with emphasis." The words come out of Jack's mouth lowly. "you got this Hiccup, it'll be fine."

"Thanks." Hiccup says. "You... Throw straight."

Jack nodded.

~o~

After about fifteen minutes, they call Hiccup's name. He smooths his hair, set his shoulders back, and walk into the gymnasium. Instantly, He knew he was in trouble. They've been there too long, the Game makers. Sat through twenty-three other demonstrations. Had too much wine, most of them. Want more than anything to go home.

There's nothing Hiccup can do but continue with the plan. He just wanted to go anyway, and sulk over Toothless and the poor grade he'll get. Hiccup walks to the computer, sets the computer to test him on half the information in the computer for only ten minutes. The computer, for the Private session, creates a hologram simulation of areas of the arena. They were realistic enough, even able to touch. Hiccup answered them in flourish, flawlessly, without hesitating or second-guessing himself. He ate—sort of ate since they were still holograms—the edible tree roots, used a chemical on lake before drinking. Drinking on a lake directly when he saw the chemical wasn't needed, so on, so on.

After, he waited to be dismissed.

But a Game makers just started questioning him. "That's it?" He asked. "are you even trying to win?"

This made Hiccup's heart stop, his blood running cold. "What?"

"You can't expect to impress us with your intellect."

"If you get hungry for instance. You'll be disoriented and can't think straight."

"We need Lights to entertain. Lights who can put up a fight, and kill. Are you even prepared for the games?"

Hiccup clenched his fists. "Killing people... Is not a game," He got a knife. "And I won't kill for entertainment." He threw it to the Game makers direction, he thought there was an electric field around them to deflect it anyway so he was surprised when the weapon went through, stabbing into the apple a game maker held.

He fell off his chair, the others stared widely at the brunette and some made fools of themselves. There was no electric field.

Hiccup attempted to display that he was not surprise. That he intended to do that, not showing his own horror. "Thank you for your consideration." He bowed dramatically and quickly left the room without permission.

~o~

Hiccup brushed past the gaping Sandys who guard the elevators and hits the number twelve button with his fist. The doors slide together and he zipped upward. He actually made it back to his floor before the tears start running down his cheeks. He can hear the others calling him from the sitting room, but he rushed down the hall into his room, bolt the door, and fling himself onto his bed. Then he really begins to sob.

Even wished Jack was there.

Now I've done it! Now I've ruined everything! Hiccup the Worthless strikes again!

If he'd stood even a ghost of chance, it would have vanished when he sent that knife flying at the Game makers.

What will they do to me now? Arrest me? Execute me? Cut my tongue and turn me into a Sandys so I can wait on the future Lights of Burgess? What was I thinking, taunting and talking back to the Game makers?

Of course, he wasn't, Hiccup just shot at that apple because he was so angry at the idea of being forced into this. He wasn't trying to kill one of them. He didn't want to sink to their level, making it look like taking lives was as easy as taking candy from a baby.

Oh, what does it matter? It's not like I was going to win the Games anyway.

What really scares the brunette is what they might do to his family, how they might suffer now because of his impulsiveness. Will they take their few belongings, or send his parents to prison and Snotlout to the community home, or kill them? They wouldn't kill them, would they?

He should have stayed and apologized. Or laughed, like it was a big joke. Then maybe Hiccup would have found some leniency. But instead he stalked out of the place in the most disrespectful manner possible.

Aster and Tooth are knocking on his door. Hiccup shouts for them to go away and eventually they do. It takes at least an hour for him to cry himself out. Then he just laid curled up on the bed, stroking the silken sheets, watching the sun set. He looked at the empty space of his bed in front of him. How he missed Toothless...

At first, Hiccup expected guards to come for him. But as time passes, it seems less likely. He calmed down. They still needed two Lights from District 12, don't they? If the Game makers want to punish him, they can do it publicly. Wait until he was in the arena and sic starving wild animals on him. Hiccup can bet they'll make sure he won't have another chance to show them up. Before that though, they might give him a score so low, no one in their right mind would sponsor the boy. That's what will happen tonight. Since the training isn't open to viewers, except some cut scenes for the so called theme song opening, the Game makers will announce a score for each player. It gives the audience a starting place for the betting that will continue throughout the Games. The number, which is between one and twelve, one being irredeemably bad and twelve being an unattainable high, signifies the promise of the Light. The mark is not a guarantee of which person will win.

It's only an indication of the potential a Light showed in training. Often, because of the variables in the actual arena, high-scoring Lights go down almost immediately. And a few years ago, the boy Aster mentioned at the train, the one who won his Games only received a three. Still, the scores can help or hurt an individual Light in terms of sponsorship.

If no one sponsors Hiccup, well, he already knew his odds of staying alive would be decreased to almost zero from the start.

~o~

When Tooth taps on the door to call him to dinner, Hiccup decided he may as well go. The scores will be televised tonight. It's not like he can hide what happened forever. He goes to the bathroom and wash his face, but it's still red and splotchy.

Everyone's waiting at the table, even Elsa and Anna. He wished the stylists hadn't shown up because for some reason, he didn't like the idea of disappointing them. It's as if he threw away all the good work they did on the opening ceremonies without a thought. Hiccup avoided looking at anyone as he takes tiny spoonfuls of fish soup. The saltiness reminds him of his tears. The taste of fish reminded him of Toothless.

The adults begin some chitchat about the weather forecast, and Hiccup realizes something.

Where was Jack?

Then, as they're serving the main course, Hiccup heard Aster speak. "Okay, enough small talk, just how bad were you today?" He narrowed his eyes.

"Isn't Jack suppose to be here for this too?" Hiccup stalled. But it was a fair question.

Elsa answers. "Aster already spoke to him about it. By the time he showed up, no one even bothered to look at him. He said they were singing some kind of drinking song, so, he threw some spears. Then they dismissed him," Hiccup gave her a questioning look. "he had something he needed to check on, he'll be here later."

"And you, mate?" prods Aster.

Hiccup groaned. "I threw a knife at the Game makers."

Everyone stops eating.

"You what?" The horror in Tooth's voice confirms Hiccup's worse suspicions.

"I threw a knife at them. Not exactly at them. In their direction. It's like what Elsa said about Jack's, I was on the computer and they pretty much ignored me, I was simply going to leave when they taunted me about not trying hard enough, and not impressing them or seeming unreliable to put on a show... I just lost my head, they made it sound like killing should be easy as breathing... so I stabbed an apple out of one's stupid hands." Hiccup shrugged tiredly. "so much for sticking to the computer."

Anna seemed to approve of the boy's actions. "And what did they say?" she asked carefully.

"Nothing. I don't know. I walked out after that,"

"Without being dismissed?" Elsa raised a brow.

"I dismissed myself."

"Well, that's that then." says Aster. Then he butters a roll.

"Do you think they'll arrest me?"

"Doubt it. Be a pain to replace you at this stage, Lights of each district are to be presented as pairs, no way around it."

"What about my family?" Hiccup frowned at the thought. "Will they punish them?"

"Don't think so. Wouldn't make much bloody sense. See, they'd have to reveal what happened in the Training Center for it to have any worthwhile effect on the population." Aster shrugged indifferently. "People would need to know what you did. But they can't since it's secret, so it'd be a waste of effort, more likely they'll make your life hell in the arena."

"Well, they've already promised to do that to them any way," Anna rolled her eyes.

"Very true," Aster agreed. And Hiccup realizes the impossible has happened. They have actually cheered him up. Aster picks up a pork chop with his fingers, and rips off a hunk of meat and starts to chuckle. "What were their faces like?"

Hiccup can feel the edges of his mouth tilting up. "Shocked. Terrified. Uh, ridiculous, some of them." An image pops into his mind. "One man tripped backward into a bowl of punch."

Aster guffaws and they all start laughing except Tooth and Elsa, although even they are suppressing a smile.

"Well, it serves them right. It's their job to pay attention to you. And just because you come from District Twelve is no excuse to ignore you." Elsa agreed.

"I'll get a very bad score."

Anna shrugged. "Scores only matter if they're very good, no one pays much attention to the bad or mediocre ones. For all they know, you could be hiding your talents to get a low score on purpose. People use that strategy." she said.

"I hope that's how people interpret the four I'll probably get." says Hiccup. "If that. And that's only if they're feeling generous."

Then the boy realizes that he's starving. He cuts off a piece of pork, dunk it in mashed potatoes, and started eating.

It's okay. My family is safe. And if they are safe, no real harm has been done.

~o~

After dinner, they go to sitting room to watch the scores announced on television. First they show a photo of the Light, then flash their score below it. The High Lights naturally get in the eight-to-ten range. Most of the other players average a five. Surprisingly, little Vanellope comes up with a seven. Hiccup didn't know what she showed the judges, but she's so tiny it must have been impressive.

District 12 comes up last, as usual. Jack pulls an eight so at least a couple of the Game makers must have been watching him. Hiccup relaxed for a moment, feeling happy for the boy who still wasn't there. He then dug his fingernails into his palms as his face comes up, expecting the worst.

Then they're flashing the number eleven on the screen.

Eleven!

Anna lets out a squeal, Tooth embraces Hiccup in her relief, Elsa smiles his way and Aster is slapping him on the back and cheering and congratulating him. But it doesn't seem real.

"There must be a mistake. How... how could that happen?" Hiccup stammered.

"Guess they liked your temper," Aster says. "They've got a show to put on. They need some players with some heat. Guess you gave them entertainment after all, anklebiter."

Elsa placed her hands on her lap. "Jack's not too bad himself. And he should be impressive, he is Jackson, the Living Frostbite," she said.

And said Frostbite enters, a plain orange-red box with a green ribbon on his arms. "I heard all about it in the elevator voice over broadcast," He had a wide grin. "Eleven! Hiccup, how on earth did you manage that?" He strides across the room, placing the box down for a moment, and practically lifted the boy up in the air. Hiccup yelped, clearly not expecting that. He placed his hands on Jack's shoulder; he didn't trust that the boy wouldn't accidentally drop him so he needed a leverage just in case. "Well, who cares?! I knew you could do it!"

The others watched, amused. Anna giggled. "Get a room, you two."

Finally, Jack places the boy back down. Hiccup crossed his arms and smirked at him. "You're not so bad yourself, Eight." He returned the praise.

"Please, nothing on you."

Hiccup shook his head, a hand on his hip. "Where were you anyway?" I needed you earlier... But he didn't say that.

At that, Jack smiled softly. "I got you a present, guess we can count it as a congratulatory gift, Elsa helped." He picked up the box once more.

Hiccup raised a brow, giving Elsa a once over. And it was the first time he saw her with a big smile. Hiccup turned back to the taller boy. "A present? Jeez, you could've told me we were exchanging gifts. I could've drawn you something." He pouted lightly.

"Well, I wasn't sure I could get it. And I'm so glad I did, still. I hope you don't mind that it's a bit... for a lack of better term, flawed." He placed the box on Hiccup's arms. "Careful with it."

Hiccup speculated the box quick, realizing the box had holes. He sighed, he knew what holed boxes meant. Something had to breath while in it. "Jack, thanks, but I really don't want a replacement for Toothless..." That could never happen. The brunette looked down.

"Who said anything about replacing?" Jack spoke tenderly. "At least open it before you make a decision,"

Hiccup sighed, and he lifted the lid. And his heart nearly stopped. There, inside the box, curled up tiredly in sleep, was Toothless. Immediately Hiccup's eyes filled with tears, seeing that he was alive, although a little injured, and breathing. He carefully placed the box down to the nearest table, lifting the cat out and back to his arms. Toothless remained asleep but not forever, he can still wake. He couldn't believe this. Tooth dabbed her teary eyes with a tissue Aster handed to her, Anna was asking for details from her sister in how they found him.

Hiccup was doing the same to Jack. "J-Jack, h-h-how... wh-when..." He couldn't find his words.

"Don't ask. Long story. Tale for another day," Jack held up his hands, as if in surrender. "Let's just say..." He went forward and took Hiccup's hand, rubbing circles on his palm with his thumb. "...I didn't want you to lose your best friend. I like it better when you're happy..." He then chuckled and took Toothless from him. "And I have to say, I didn't want to lose this little guy either. Gotten fond of him,"

Hiccup stared at the boy, not knowing what to say to express his gratitude. So he just showed it by tackling the surprised and unsuspecting white-haired boy into the couch in a full-forced embrace, crying into his shoulder like he wanted to earlier, only this time it was out of happiness.

He didn't lose his best friend after all, in fact, he just got another one.

A/N: Yes folks, Phil the Yeti and Babytooth are minor characters here. And yes, I will explain how they found the feline at one of the cave scenes. Okay, some PMs I get in my inbox from a reader says that Hiccup couldn't pull off Peeta's articulation skill with words. Maybe not in the same way, but I think he can. Especially after watching the series, when he's leading the Dragon academy, acting all leader-like, not to mention the moral lesson voiceover narration he does with words plus the way he got th twins to make nice in the 'Twinsanity' ep.

So yeah, the Phil and Baby T. scene, totally mine. Hunger Games plot line not. Yes, the K.C. initial in Turbo's name stands for King Candy. I just thought since he's the enemy in the Wreck-it-Ralph universe, which is a video game dimension... Yeah, two plus two is four. It fits, at least I think so. No complains please about my lack of updates to other stories! I haven't abandoned them. If you complain, I might delete (okay maybe not that)