A/N:

The last chapter... I know I didn't tell you, and I can promise you, I didn't expect for the ending to happen so soon, but eventually it felt right to end it here. I am really thankful for all the support I got throughout the process of making this crossover, without you I couldn't have done it! So thank you for reading (thank you for bearing with my grammar issues as well!) and thanks for all the reviews you've given to this story!

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- Phoenixofmyth

- TheStarsInMyEyes

- XDragon WingsX

for reviewing, and thanks to those who have followed/favored/read this story, which I also said earlier this Author's Note...

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For the rest of the day, they talked. A lot. Not only about the things that had happened recently, but also about themselves. Hiccup didn't know anyone really good, after all. And because none of the Guardians were Guardians in the time Hiccup originally lived, they were rather curious about his life and how he saw the world as well. Somewhere in the afternoon, Hiccup was deemed fit enough to leave his bed and get a tour around the Pole, by North himself. While the Guardian of Wonder spoke of wondrous things during the tour, Jack also had some things to add now and then, about what he could do with the room or its machines, eyes twinkling full of mischief. To Hiccup, it was clear that if North got word of those things, the Winter Spirit would have to be very cautious around the man.

They all had dinner in the rarely-used dining room. Contrary to much believes, Spirits did need to eat, only not as much as often. Most of the time once a month was enough. During the beginning stages of being a Spirit, more energy was needed, just because discovering powers and learning to use them was really exhausting.

Throughout the meal, it was clear that having silence was near impossible; not only the Guardians and the two guests were having their dinner, no, all the elves and yeti's attended as well. It would always remain a question to Hiccup how everyone was able to fit at the - albeit huge - dining table when there were hundreds of occupants. At least it never would be boring. While they were very energetic when creating new toys of experimenting with them, during dinner they were even more so. Occasionally a plate of food would be thrown across the table and reach it's destination; the face of another unfortunate elf.

Hiccup and Jamie had the time of their lives, but unfortunately, everything had an ending. When dinner was finally over, everyone was exhausted. Because it was already night, everyone agreed to bring the two mortals back to Burgess the next day. So now Jack, Jamie and Hiccup were making their way to the guest quarters - after they'd wished the other Guardians a good night, of course. They first went to Jamie's room, and soon the boy was tucked in and fast asleep. The two teens remained for a while though, watching the boy sleep peacefully. Jack watched the kid with a fond smile, hearing Tooth's voice in the back of his head, remembering watching Jamie sleep before. This was always the part I liked most; seeing the kids…

"You know, I had a little sister once," Jack said. Hiccup looked up, Jack had never told him about his life before being Jack Frost. "Every time I see Jamie, he remembers me of her. They were both so full of life, and always tried their best to make fun out of everything. They also both believed in me, even though we were in a difficult and dangerous situation. I really wish that I hadn't lost my memories when I became a Spirit. It would've been nice to say goodbye. I left so suddenly, and I know that she must've been devastated. From what I can remember, we were really close. But not only my sister would've been it, my parents must've been too. I know that she never forgot me. Each and every year, I would return to the pond I'd drowned in, and every time, she was there. I didn't know she was my sister before a few years ago, but it was nice to see her grow up. And there hasn't been a year she wasn't there. It was as if she kept believing in me. She was my last believer, and Jamie my first. And because of that, they remind me of each other. Because of their strong beliefs." Hiccup was moved by what Jack had said. It really was cruel; to see your family every year, only to remember them when it was too late to say goodbye.

Jack sighed and stood up, ready to leave Jamie sleep in peace and quietness. Hiccup followed him, closing the door silently behind him. His room was just across the hall, and the moment they'd entered Hiccup could feel the exhaustion overtaking him. He went to the bed, but before he laid down, he turned around.

"Thank you," Hiccup said, "for saving us."

Jack smiled, gave Hiccup a little push so that he was sitting on the bed. "It was nothing. Eventually, and ironically, Nora did all the work in the end."

"So she's really gone?" Hiccup asked while he crawled under the warm covers.

"Yes. I know what she did," Jack said, shuddering at the thought. "She froze her own heart, no one can survive that, not even Spirits." Not that her heart hadn't been frozen to begin with, but that was just figuratively, Jack thought.

"But you look like death itself, you should get some sleep," the Guardian of Fun said.

Hiccup chuckled. "I guess you're right," he said. He really did feel tired.

Jack smiled again, and walked towards the door. "Good night," he said, and after receiving a "Good night" from Hiccup, he closed the door.

Hiccup closed his eyes and turned around, so that he was laying on his side. He closed his eyes, and let the darkness take over.

"Everything is taken care of…" was what he heard last.

The sound of woods. That's what he heard first while waking up. A lonely bird singing somewhere high above him. Water streaming slowly, gently.

And then he felt a tickling sensation near his nose. He frowned, then scrunched his nose up. It only made it worse. He reached up with his hand and rubbed the spot, eyes still closed. When the itching was gone, Hiccup turned, laying on his back.

It was then that he realized he wasn't in a bed. The surface he was laying on was soft, yet cold and surprisingly wet. Hiccup opened his eyes, and knew that he wasn't at the Pole anymore. But this place was awfully familiar. Surrounded by walls of rock, and a clear sky above him; he was at the Cove. He grunted while he sat up. Yep, definitely the Cove. With a pang of guilt, he realized he was back on Berk, without even having the chance to say a proper goodbye to everyone he'd met in Jack's time. It was just like Jack and his little sister. Everything was so suddenly, one couldn't even start to prepare.

Hiccup stood up, and slowly made his way back to the village. Through the gap between the boulders that made the entrance, passed the tree that had been torn in half by Toothless's crash during the last dragon raid, around the trees that bore the results of Astrid's axe-throwing trainings. And all the while Hiccup kept thinking about the ones from the future. Would they miss him? Would they be worried, and go looking for him? Everything is taken care of… Who said that? Was that person responsible for bringing him back? Did the people of the orphanage and the school know that he would never return? Would they hate him for leaving so suddenly? Hiccup didn't know, and was afraid that he never would. Sighing, he stepped through the last treeline, and into the open.

The village was just starting to wake; the sun was barely up. People went out of the front door to retrieve their boots from airing out; it had probably been Boot Night.

None of the Vikings noticed him at first, the sleep was still lingering in their minds. But eventually some did. Hiccup became aware of the stares, and quickly walked towards his house. Why didn't he take the route that led directly to the back of the Haddock House? He could've avoided the gazes of everyone following him. Luckily none of them were awake enough to start shouting and running towards him like they did when Hiccup had awakened after the fight with the Red Death.

Finally he'd reached his home, and quickly entered. What he didn't expect was to be jumped by a big, black, scaly reptile and be covered in Night Fury saliva.

"Toothless! Stop it, bud! Yeah yeah, I missed you too!" Hiccup exclaimed while he tried to push the dragon off of him. All in vain though, Toothless was way too big and too heavy for Hiccup to push away. "Buddy, please, let me at least stand up!" But before he had the chance to do that, another voice was heard.

"Who's there! Show yourself this insta- Toothless? What are you doing?" Stoick had been woken up by the dragon's commotion, and thinking someone was trying to break in, he'd immediately jumped out of his bed and made his way to the living room, hammer in hand. But the only being he could see other than him, was the Night Fury.

Hiccup tried to push Toothless off of him again, and this time the dragon realized that his rider wanted to get up. He gave his infamous toothless grin and stepped aside, ignoring the sharp intake of breath from Stoick. All his attention was on his Hiccup, who'd finally returned.

"Hiccup?" If Hiccup hadn't seen his dad's mouth move, he wouldn't have thought it was his father speaking. His voice sounded really fragile, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He probably didn't either.

Hiccup just stood there, not knowing what to do. He could feel the awkward tension rising in the room, and he knew that he would have to make the first move. "Hi… Dad," he said.

Bam, the hammer was dropped, and in a few strides Stoick had reached his son and enveloped him in a very tight bear-hug. "Hiccup! I was so worried about you! I'm so glad you're okay, thank Thor you're okay!"

Hiccup, who was slowly turning blue due to the lack of oxygen, patted his father awkwardly on the elbow, not being able to move much more. "Dad… can't… breathe," he managed to choke out, and to his relief Stoick lessened his grip. But he didn't let go, for fear he'd lose his son again the moment he did let go.

After what felt like an eternity, Hiccup managed to get his dad to let him go, despite how much he'd liked to be hugged by his father. Something like that didn't happen often, after all.

"Where have you been?" he asked, only now noticing the strange clothes Hiccup was dressed in. His gaze traveled downwards, checking for any injuries of any sorts, but what he didn't expect was to see two feet planted on the floor. "Your leg…" he gasped, not believing what he saw. "It's back… how?"

Hiccup chuckled, realizing he could really fool his enemies with it, and raised his left leg. "It isn't. It's just another prosthetic. Much better than my old one, I must say."

If Hiccup hadn't told him this, Stoick would never believe it. It looked so real. But that wasn't what was important right now. Hiccup's whereabouts the days he was gone, that was what was important.

"Son, what happened?" Stoick asked, gripping both of his son's shoulders.

"Well, it's a rather long sto-" Hiccup was interrupted by the door banging open, revealing a panting Astrid in the opening.

"Stoick! Everyone's saying that they saw Hiccup this morning and-" she gasped, but stopped when she saw the teen in question. "Oh." It took a moment for Astrid to realize what she was actually seeing, before Hiccup was enveloped in another tight hug, this time by his girlfriend. She soon let go, only to punch him rather hard on the arm. She ignored his protest of pain, and said: "That's for disappearing on me!" Then, she kissed him. "That's for being okay," she said, a lot softer than her previous exclamation.

Hiccup, who had half been expecting it, let it happen, but enjoyed the kiss nevertheless.

"So, what happened after you stupidly decided to head out on your own?" Astrid asked.

Hiccup was surprised. He'd thought that everyone would be badgering him about his health and such, not accepting he was back and asking where he'd been. But maybe because he looked physically okay, there wasn't any reason to worry about any injuries. Accepting that theory, Hiccup opened his mouth to start talking again when the other teens barged into the house.

"You're back!" Fishlegs exclaimed, while Snotlout said: "Argh, now I can't have the Night Fury!" Of course, he'd been secretly worried about his cousin, but he couldn't let that show, now could he?

Ruffnut and Tuffnut just glanced at Hiccup, not even seeing the new prosthetic, and decided to blow up some stuff to celebrate Hiccup's return.

Soon the whole village was gathered around the Haddock House, and Stoick suggested to move to the Great Hall so that Hiccup could tell his story in one go. Everyone agreed, and soon Hiccup sat in the middle of the Hall, surrounded by every other Viking of Berk, all waiting intently for Hiccup to start talking.

"Ehm," Hiccup said awkwardly. "It's a long story, and… you're probably not going to believe it and think I'm crazy and-"

"Hiccup," Astrid interrupted him, and moved to sit next to him. Then she said softly to him: "I saw you disappearing, and I saw that Jack-person. They're going to believe you, I promise." She knew that was his fear, after what happened before his disappearance. Nobody had believed him about Jack, thought he was mad. Astrid realized that they had a lot to make up to Hiccup, starting with letting him tell his story,

and believing it.

A/N:

And that's it...

Again, it feels strange to finish a story, but I'm happy with the product I made, and I hope that you guys are happy with it as well. Let me know your thoughts, and I hope to see you again!

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