Hello everyone! This is a Rise Of The Guardians, How To Train Your Dragon, Frozen, crossover. Unfortunately, I could only choose two options, so I picked Rise Of The Guardians and How to Train Your Dragon. This story actually follows the movie plots quite closely, except for Rise Of The Guardians which will be covered in part two.

Ages have been changed for everyone, because I wanted them all to be teenage if not younger at this point. It makes it more fun.

This will be one of the last chapters focused on How To Train Your Dragon. I'll try to keep the updates consistent.


Chapter Eleven


Dragon Training The Way We Do It


Hiccup

The next day was full of happiness for me.

I woke up desperately hoping that it wasn't a dream.

Luckily, Jack was standing right next to me, evidently having the same thoughts. We grinned at each other and went on our way down.

The day started off wonderfully.

First, there was the amazing feeling of waltzing into the breakfast hall with Jack walking along beside me, and still nobody could see or hear him. As much as it must've been lonely, I loved the feeling of having something special that the others would surely be envious of.

"Hey, Useless!" Snotlout sneered. "Talking to yourself, are you?"

I turned away from Jack and smiled pleasantly at him. "Of course not, Snotlout." I told him seriously. "I'm talking to my invisible friend."

All of them stared at me as if I was crazy for about five whole minutes. Five minutes of wonderfully silent bliss as I sat down at the other table and chatted animatedly with Jack.

"You're crazy." Jack laughed, holding his stomach. "And invisible friend? Really?"

I shrugged, grinning broadly. "Hey, it's the truth!"

"It's manic." He told me. "No one ever expects you to just say that. You're one of a kind, Hiccup."

Before Snotlout had managed to comment, Gobber came traipsing into the hall.

"Hello, kids!" he said with an equally manic grin that made me worry slightly. "Well, a little birdie told me that nobody read the Dragon Almanac last night! So guess which lucky vikings get to stay in from training today!"

"No!" all the other teens yelled.

"Yes." He said threateningy. "Hiccup, Astrid, Fishlegs, you can go do what you want, though. It's really Snotlout and the twins' faults."

I snickered.

Jack

"I so called it!" Hiccup said excitedly. "You know, last night when Gobber—"

"I know." I interrupted the unusually hyper kid. "I was there."

"Oh," he said, pausing. "I keep forgetting. It's sort of weird."

Gobber looked over. "Hiccup, who are you talking to?" he asked, frowning.

"Why, my invisible friend, Gobber!" Hiccup answered him casually without turning around.

Gobber was struck dumb with confusion. Behind him, a very noisy scuffle broke out among the other viking teens.

"It's your fault!"

"No, it's your fault!"

"Quit it! We all know it's Snotlout's fault!"

"How's the expression on Snotlout's face?" Hiccup asked gleefully.

"Priceless." I answered, looking over his shoulder. "Ooh, Astrid just punched him. That's gotta hurt. You would know."

"I would?" he asked, confused.

"Back when you were nine." I reminded him. "Little Astrid punched you and you had a nasty bruise for a month."

"Oh, yeah." He said after thinking a bit.

Hiccup offered to share some of his food with me, which was actually tempting since I hadn't eaten since 20 years ago, but I probably wouldn't touch the viking's cooking even if my life depended on it.

"Well, I'm going back to the forge." Hiccup decided when he was done. "Lots to do, designs to draw," he lowered his voice excitedly. "Prosthetic tailfins to make."

Hiccup

Working with Jack around was another experience that I rather liked. I had never really noticed him before, obviously, but he was always hanging around me.

He didn't talk or chatter or ask any questions, maybe it was due to habit.

Jack never got in my way, but he always seemed to be just too paces behind me. I didn't ever have to reach quite as far to grab the tools that I forgot, because Jack had always picked them up and held them out for me. And it never really got too hot for me when I was melding because Jack was always hovering nearer with his cool-temperaturized aura.

Finally, my work was complete. It was a large saddle to fit Toothless, connecting to the prosthetic tailfin with could be controlled by the foot pedal.

"That looks genius." Jack spoke up, breaking the silence.

"Thanks." I smiled back. The first time I had ever had someone tell me one of my inventions were amazing.

"So, let's go test it on Toothless."

Jack

"Toothless, I got something for you, bud!" Hiccup called.

Toothless looked up.

"You see?" he said, attempting to heft the saddle kit (which I was actually holding, by the way, Hiccup couldn't see where he as going when he held it). "Now I can ride you and help control it so that you can fly properly! All we have to do is put it on—"

Just like that, the Night Fury shot off, as if determined not to let us catch him.

Hiccup groaned. "Aw, seriously bud?"

I grinned at him. "Loosen up, Hiccup! He's just playing tag. By the way," I jumped and grabbed his shoulder. "You're it!"

Hiccup

Jack sped away while I watched, bewildered.

I'm 'it'? What the flames is that supposed to mean?

"You'll never catch us!" Jack yelled.

Why— ohh. Oh, it's on.

Jack

Who knew the little runt could be so fast? Well, I did, actually, because I lived around him for so long, but that's beside the point.

Hiccup did eventually catch us. He caught Toothless unawares, managed to wrestle him into the saddle and attach the mechanical tailfin, then proceeded to attempt to grab me.

Which may or may not have resulted in a serious snowball fight (no comment…)

All in all, the saddle kit worked. Hiccup made a few minor modifications here and there, including a sort of seat belt to keep him from falling.

That was how we spent the rest of the day.

Hiccup

"Okay bud we're going to take this nice and slow." I told Toothless, snapping my 'seat belt' in place (as Jack had dubbed it) and double-checked to make sure everything was set properly.

"I'll catch you if you fall." Jack said, grinning. My panic must've showed because the next thing he said was, "But don't worry, you won't."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I could do this. I had been practicing all day. It'll be a piece of cake.

"Right, let's do this!" I said, leaning forward and opening up the tailfin to the first position. Toothless felt the shift in balanced and immediately took off.

The second I was up in the air, I felt calm again. The wind in my hair, the warm sting against my chilly cheeks—

This is what is means to be a dragon.

This is what it's like to fly.

Jack

"Having fun, Hiccup?" I called.

"It's incredible!" he yelled back. "Incredible."

I smiled at the child that I had watched over since he was young, the one that had grown up to be the most ingenious inventor and one of the first dragon-riders ever.

Hiccup

As I walked into training the next day, a growing pit of dread settled in my stomach.

"Don't worry." Jack comforted me. "It'll be fine. Just use what you've learnt."

I didn't know how that would help, I hadn't really learnt anything from my first day of dragon training.

"Right, guess which dragon we're going to be learning with today!" Gobber asked.

"The Monstrous Nightmare!" Snotlout yelled. "I'm ready for it! I'll crush it to bits! I'll cut of it's wings and tail and stab it—"

"The Deadly Nadder!" Gobber interrupted him, slamming aside the bolt and opening the cage.

The dragon jumped out. My mind spun. It was best known for the spikes on it's tail that it could shoot like throwing knives, but was often overlooked on it's superior agility and speed with minimal use of wings when attacking.

I jumped aside as it charged through us, while everyone else was plowed down.

"Today is about attack!" Gobber called from where he was watching safely behind the metal grill. "Deadly Nadders are Quick and smart! Your job is to be quicker and smarter!"

So now you admit they're smart. I thought.

Shots suddenly started ringing left and right. I panicked, until Jack lighted down next to me.

"I always hate Attack class." He grumbled.

"A dragon's blind spot is their biggest disadvantage!" Gobber was yelling. "Find it, and take it!"

Ruffnut and Tuffnut started arguing over who got to stay in the blind spot and who had to leave.

"Hey twins!" Jack yelled. "Blind spot, yes! Deaf spot, not so much! Take it away, Nadder!"

The Deadly Nadder spun it's head directly towards the sound and blasted a stream of fire that their shields.

"They listen to you?" I asked, jaw dropping.

Jack rolled his eyes. "How else do you think so many vikings survive dragon training? Duck."

I instinctively ducked, letting a stream of fire shoot over my head and knock Snotlout back.

Jack

"I hate dragon training too." Hiccup muttered.

An idea occurred to me.

"Today is about attack." I repeated to him. "Why don't you… try to get a spot?"

Hiccup blinked, not getting it for awhile, then a huge grins spread across his face.

He ran over to the Nadder, careful not to let anyone else see him for the time being, and started scratching it's neck. He kept doing it until the dragon suddenly fell into a dead sleep.

I gave him a thumbs-up.

Hiccup

I was suddenly faces with all the other recruits plus Gobber who had seen me standing over the Nadder's unconscious body.

"So… are we done here?" I asked awkwardly. "Because I've got somewhere to be right now."

None of them said a word. All they did was stare open-mouthed.

"So, um, yeah. Uh, see ya." I said, leaving the ring.

Jack

Hiccup was bouncing on the toes of his shoes as we went on our way to Mississippi Cove.

"That was awesome." He said excitedly. "They looked like I had just killed a dragon or something!"

I smiled sadly at him. "Hiccup… you practically did. Without the killing part."

"Oh." He deflated for a moment, before beginning to bounce again. "But that was such a sweet trick!"

I began to brainstorm. "That's not the only dragon trick."

Hiccup

"Today is about luck! You know, the stuff that you don't have any of!" Gobber yelled.

"Oh, come on!" We all whined.

A tail swept out of the green fog and knocked a few recruits off their feet.

"The Hideous Zippleback is especially difficult. One head makes the gas and the other head lights it." Gobber told us from where he was (once again) "And since you're trying to take advantage of the fact that a wet dragon head can't breathe fire, you've got to figure out which is which!"

I laughed, but not nervously.

We ran around, spilling our buckets of their water everywhere. Ironically, me and Fishlegs were the last standing.

"Um, Hiccup, I got the wrong head." He squeaked after throwing his bucket of water. After which he screamed and ran away.

A sparking dragon head appeared in the fog above me, and I dropped my bucket of water on the floor. "Oops." I smirked.

There were yells of warnings and despair from behind me in the fog, but I wasn't worried, no I wasn't.

Jack

Hiccup held out his arms in front of him, exposing the toxic eel he had stashed in his vest.

"Back. Back! Now then, don't make me tell you again!"

I laughed and laughed and laughed. Honestly, he was so comical and so obviously fake.

"Back! Now think about what you've done." Hiccup finished, closing the cage doors.

We exchanged a high-five as the other Vikings emerged, baffled.

"I'm alive." He informed them. "And I put the Zippleback back in it's cage. So see you tomorrow."

I love this kid.

Hiccup

"Meet the Terrible Terror." Gobber announced, making to open the cage door. Instead, he unbolted a small thing at Jack called a 'cat-flap' and the miniature little green dragon came bouncing out.

Tuffnut burst out laughing. "It's about the size of my—"

The Terror squeaked indignantly and launched itself at the offender's face.

"Aaaaaaaagh!" he screamed, running around. "Oh, I'm hurt! I am very much hurt!"

"The Terrible Terror is often the most underestimated of all dragons. So… today is about brains." Gobber said in his mock-serious tone. "You know, the other thing that none of you have (except for Hiccup, and his brain is broken)."

"Hey!" I argued indignantly.

Jack

"If you were a dragon, you'll be a Terrible Terror." I snickered. He raised an eyebrow, and I could see the gears turning in his head trying to figure out whether it was a compliment or an insult.

"And you would a Blizzardius Snowball." He decided to answer.

"Does that even exist?" I asked, slightly confused.

He nodded smugly. "Look it up, Dragon Almanac, page 75. A mouse-sized dragon with an icy breath and squeaky voice."

Then he bounded off to grab a shield.

It took me a second to register the information about a dragon that I hadn't seen around these parts.

"Hey, wait a minute!"

Hiccup

I laughed as Jack finally caught on to what I was saying.

"Talk to you later!" I called to Jack. I noticed Astrid roll her eyes.

"Will you please stop talking to your invisible friend during training!" she yelled. "This isn't quite the appropriate time!"

I didn't have to say anything, Jack had immediately directed the Terror to fly straight at her face and wreck havoc in her hair.

I grabbed a shield and started trying to reflect the sun. Eventually, I managed to get a small spot of a reflective ray shine onto the ground.

"Hey, Terror!" Jack called. The dragon turned to his voice, saw the light on the ground, and immediately started chasing it, trying to grab it somehow. I followed it with my shield, leading it back through it's little hatch.

"Guess today's training's done, right?" I said, grinning, as me and Jack left the arena.

Jack

Hiccup had fallen asleep in the cove again, lying on Toothless who was curled up on a patch of comfy grass.

"C'mon Hiccup." I nudged him as it got darker and darker. "We should get back to your place before Gobber starts getting suspicious."

"Mm…" he mumbled.

I laughed lightly. "Come on, sleepy head." I poked him in the side a few times.

Hiccup begrudgedly got up and patted Toothless on the head. "G'night, Toothless."

He was too tired to walk properly without stumbling, so I let him put his arm around me and pretty much half-carried him back.

"Nh Jack." He yawned as I tucked him back into bed.

"I still can't believe you named the Night Fury, one of the most dangerous and powerful dragons around the Berkian vicinity, Toothless." I told him.

"It stuck, okay?" he mumbled before falling asleep again.


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