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Bandits and Beauts

Rated: T

Inspiration: Amy Studt song~

Summary: We've all heard, seen and read the stories of Prince charming saving the damsel in distress. But this was not the case this time. When Flynn, Kristoff, Hiccup and Jack don't return from a visit to the trolls in the mountain, it's up to Anna, Merida, Elsa and Rapunzel to save the boys from a group of slave trading bandits.

Pairings: Jack/Elsa - Anna/Kristoff - Flynn/Rapunzel - Merida/Hiccup (I don't particularly know how I feel about Merida/Hiccup, but its my friends OTP so I figured I'd give it a shot for her.)

Note: It is an AU Jack, where he is actually just human with a staff that he can generate powers from, but only at his touch and will. No immortality or guardians.

Chapter One~


Cause I'm just a little girl you see,

but there's a hell of a lot more to me.

Don't ever underestimate, what I can do.

Don't ever tell me how I'm meant to be.

Amy Studt~ Just a Little Girl


Bandits and Beauts

A groan inadvertently escaped his lips as he felt something sticky crust onto his forehead, and as he made a move to wipe it away, he found that he couldn't lift his arm.

Alarm overwhelming the pain, winter blue eyes snapped open, blinking away the gooey substance that dripped from the sting along his hair line. His consciousness was slow to react to the crimson substance, noting it to be blood as he licked his dry lips, the tangy metallic sensation stung at his taste buds.

Grunting in effort to sit up, he did so with what should have been little to no effort, yet felt much struggle in doing the simple task. Bleary blue eyes blinked rapidly in search of a clear image, and as the haze lifted, Jack felt dismay as he fully took in the sight around him.

Breathing hard to quell the rising panic, he pulled at his wrists, which he now found to be held in chains, and he himself was without his staff. Frantically, he observed his surroundings, thoughts whirling at the possibilities of what could have lead to such a situation.

Around him, nature seemed to be unaware of the foul scenario, as the spring was still slowly ebbing away the winter all around in the forest, with frost flaking off tree bark and tall grass peeping just above the few inches of snow that covered the ground. It looked to be mid-morning, with the sun trying desperately to sprinkle beams of warmth through the clouds. Despite the pristine setting, Jack's eyes fell to the figures that lay unconscious around him, shackles and chains alike to his cuffing their wrists and looping around sturdy tree trunks with bushy topped bare branches, making it impossible to climb and free the binds. Or otherwise, hands and feet bound behind them.

Horror filled him at the sight of his friends sprawled on the forest floor, Kristoff, the blonde Ice Master, lay on his side, hands and feet shackled behind him. A large purple bruise had begun blooming along his jaw, as well as a cut splitting his lip. Not far in front of him was Hiccup, the dragon rider and heir to Berk, similarly trapped, and sporting minor cuts and scrapes to the eye. But the way that the 'sleeping' teen was clutching his stomach despite being senseless was concerning. Lastly, Jack's gaze came to Eugene, the ex-thief from Corona, finding he looked a little bit worse for wear than the others. Several gashes could be seen on his arm, cuts adorning his handsome face, and his shoulder simply looked awkward, albeit also painfully, misplaced.

Jack exhaled deeply, searching his brain for answers. What had happened? Who did this? And most of all, how were they going to get out of it? The fact he didn't have his staff on him caused a mass of panic in his gut, for this was a large disadvantage to the situation.

However, his frenzied thoughts were interrupted by the snapping of twigs, and what sounded to be footsteps and voices of men broke into the thin spread trees, coming into view as a somewhat drunken-like chuckle came from the figure that emerged.

Six other bodies followed, all broad shouldered, stubble bearded, and wore bundles of clothes to withstand the snow.

Jack immediately glowered at him from his hunched over position. Bandits of some kind. That's what they were, and obviously who did this. But for what remained to be answered.

"Hey Gerald, look, the frosty lookin' one is awake." The tall blonde bandit pulled his dark green cap farther over his head, green eyes glinting as he grinned smugly to the immobile Jack.

The biggest of the crew, who were now lumbering around on wet logs and puffing cigarette smoke, turned, his mop of brown hair and scruffy beard stretching as he gave a menacing grin full of crooked teeth. Presuming this must be Gerald, Jack glared as he approached with heavy steps.

Gerald narrowed his eyes. "I see that. Surprised, boy? Were you expecting breakfast in bed?"

Jack, unable to withhold his tongue, snapped as he pulled heavily against his restraints. "What do you want with us? Your eyes need a rest from your own ugly faces?"

One of the lesser thugs growled as he made his way towards their captive. "My fist will paint a new picture on your so called pretty face!" he snarled, and made his way to swing at the shorter male when he was pushed away by his boss.

Gerald frowned at his goon, "now, now, Rex. We need their teeth intact if we're gonna get any money outta' them." A gleam shone in his eyes, one that didn't reflect the sun, as he turned away and made a gesture with his hand for his crew to follow him towards the edge of the thinning where they had come from.

"We don't have any money on us!" Jack yelled, glowering and feeling helpless to play hero and rescue his still silent friends.

As the group of thugs lumbered back out of sight, Gerald stood back and smiled crookedly, and it wasn't a smile like Jack's own charming smirks. This smile was full of dark intentions.

"You don't need no cash on ya'. You yer' selves will do us finely, we'll be able to sell you lot for quite a bit of bucks I'm sure. Several countries will buy men for labors, and I intend to make good use of it."

Without another word, the bandit turned and followed the trail of his crew, leaving Jack to brew in his own concerns and anger.

Feeling frustration boil within him, Jack tried in vain to tug and freeze the chains that held him to their mercy. While he was able to conduct frost, no more of his power came to his fingertips, not without his staff.

He began searching around to see if perhaps his weapon lay nearby, but with no such luck did the G-looking hook of a long cane catch his eye. However, hope flooded him when he heard a grunt of awareness arise from Hiccup nearby, and immediately he turned toward his friend and watched him concernedly.

"Hiccup? You okay?"

What a stupid question to ask. Of course he's not okay, none of us are. Jack thought to himself, yet he felt compliant to comfort or aid his friends in anyway he could, if not rescue the from the bandits that planned to sell them off like barley.

Another groan followed the previous one, as the dragon rider slowly arose to the waking world. Sitting up, the brunette instantly let out a yelp of pain and fell back to his side, fighting against his binds to clutch at his stomach.

Jack winced. That couldn't be good. Something must have been internally damaged.

"Hiccup, come on man, wake up. We gotta find a way out of here."

Again, he was slow to response, his moans of discomfort had yet to subside until they fell to deep whimpers, and finally he formed words.

"J-jack?"

Jack pulled forward. "Yeah...yeah Hiccup, I'm here. How are you feeling?"

"Like I just got trampled by ten Gronkles," came the dry reply.

While the Guardian didn't exactly know what that meant, he could assume well enough. Nodding his head, he looked around in hopes to see the other two rising, but his hopes fell as Kristoff and Eugene continued to slumber, unaware.

Hiccup, finally pulling his lids open and revealing his eyes to the spring, gave a hard cough as he adjusted his position and let his eyes roam around, realization to the severity of the situation dawning on his features as he let out a huff of breath.

"So..." he began. "What exactly is going on?"

Jack, were his hands free, no doubt would have scratched at his head. Instead, he sat back on his haunches as best he could without toppling over before settling back onto his bum. "Well, from what I could understand before the thugs left, we are going to be sold for labor across seas. They must have raided the camp at night on our journey back from the trolls and to the palace..."

His eyes widened suddenly. "The girls! The girls were expecting us back either last night or this morning! They'll notice we're gone...right?"

The brunette glanced to his friend with a dubious look, still processing their situation to the fullest. He didn't bother to answer Jack, seeing as the answer wasn't fully his to outright know or claim. Instead he took even breaths to settle the throbbing of his ribs. No doubt he had bruised a couple.

As silence overcame them, Jack also took this moment to process things. Sure, he had been in worse situations before. After all, he was confident they could get free of this themselves, and even then, no doubt soldiers and guards would be sent by Elsa in search of them and would find their path. Right?

But the more he thought, the worse things seemed to surface in his mind. One of this, came from glancing over at Eugene, and noticed that he was shivering violently. This made him realize that despite his immunity to the snow, the other three had no such numbness. While Hiccup was used the cold from his homeland, as was Kristoff from his career, they still could only last so long, weak and cold.

Another thought came as he realized that if these bandits were planning to sell them for labor, no doubt they would take one look at Hiccup's leg and throw him to the snow banks, or worse...kill him off or leave him to nature. Either that, or they would separate them so he would be sold for other purposes. If they knew how well Hiccup was at inventions and how smart he was, they would most likely use this to their advantage in finding buyers.

The entire concept of being sold came with an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Jack didn't voice his worries, seeing as he was sure his friend had other things on the mind, such as how to escape. But he made a note to watch out for this.

"Okay, so far, I'm not seeing any means of escape here." Hiccup finally spoke, having been analyzing everything and digesting the surroundings, he came up empty. The brunette frowned, shifting as best he could to find comfort in his aching ribs. "It looks like we are in a different part of the forest entirely."

He turned with a furrowed brow to his friend. "How long have you been awake?"

Jack sighed. "Not long. I guess we'll just have to wait it out a bit and hope the other guys wake up soon. But we don't have long. I can't tell how far away from the sea we are, quite a bit I assume, but once we get there we're done for. Also, Eugene and you are injured, and it's cold out. I'm not sure how we'll hold up without sustenance."

The Guardian bit his lip, his anxiety finally overtaking the brave face as his mind drifted, drifting to the color blue; to platinum braids, sparkly dresses, long lashes and arousing smirks on magenta lips.

He sighed as he slumped.

So much for spending some time with her in hopes she wouldn't choose one of those suitors.

Despair ebbed at the corners of his mind, but he forced it away angrily. No, he had to keep his head straight, and right now, top priority was getting every one of his friends out of there alive.