Since someone asked, Pitch is the villain from Rise of the Guardians.

Chapter: Creating with Hiccup and helping with Jack

Merida woke up to the sounds of giggles and snorting. That was never a good thing in the DunBroch house. She cracked one eye open. Hamish hovered over her with live worms in hand. She rolled over in bed quickly and began to throw pillows at her brothers and they squealed in delight. "Get out of mah room, y' little snots!"

Merida plopped down onto her bed. What ever discipline they had been learning fro martial arts was starting to wear off. She gathered her things and made a quick march for the bathroom. With a smile she recalled the brief time that Rapunzel had stayed at her house. It was like having a sister, really. As a child she had wanted a sibling, a little brother or sister.

Rapunzel was more a long the lines of what she had been expecting. She was a little clumsy, and needed help every now and then, but she made you want to help her or guide her. The triplets were noisy and messy from day one. Merida saw them from their first moment in the world. She had been 'blessed' to witness the beauty of a natural birth.

It was nothing like the television shows. There was more blood and screaming than a horror film. From that moment on she had kept an eye on her brothers, half-convinced they were spawns from another realm.

Looking in the bathroom mirror, she starred at the smeared green mess on her face. She scrubbed furiously. She'd get them back for this later. Once she deemed herself presentable she headed down for breakfast. She suspected one of her parents was feeling a little homesick, as breakfast was more traditional than usual: boiled tomatoes with cheese, potatoes, thick cuts of bacon, and eggs.

It was delicious as expected. Merida had to pace herself from wolfing it down like her brothers. She didn't feel like getting scolded this early in the morning. Overeating wouldn't go over well either, as she had practice that day. Just as soon as she was content with her meal, she heard the honking of Jack's car horn. "That's the gang. I'll see you all later." She gave her parents both a hug, and attempted to kiss her brother's foreheads, just to gross them out.

Jack was waiting in the car as always, yet now alone. It was a little sad not having Rapunzel around anymore, but she figured they would be reunited in college.

"Did y' send in yer college applications?" Merida asked. Jack had been skirting his responsibilities since summer. Things were different then, due to the incident with Hiccup and Gothel, so she hadn't pried as much. However, Hiccup was alright now. There was no reason for Jack to be dodging the work.

"Uh huh…" Was Jack's reply, as it had been the past few months.

"When?" She asked, arms crossed. "I got my acceptance letter yesterday."

"Good for you." Jack said, looking at her in the mirror. "What about Jim?"

Merida shrugged. "Dunno yet. So, yours?"

"I'll get it when I get it." Jack said, slightly irritated. 'it's not like this is about grades. I'll have to go there this weekend to straighten things out.'

Hiccup was waiting outside when they pulled up to the Haddock house. Jack's demeanor changed instantly. "Morning, Dork."

Hiccup blinked at him twice before approaching the car. "Morning, jerk. Merida." He took his usual place in the passenger's seat.

Once Tooth announced the project to the art club, there was no turning back. They had a week to design the window, and less than three weeks to put their creation together. Hiccup was holed up in his room, constantly drawing. He wanted to support St. North's and North himself, but the pressure was intense. Just as the news crews had been disappearing they came right back to report the collaboration.

Merida was glad she had nothing to do with it. The reporters reminded her of vultures. She was more concerned with the upcoming festivities. This year she would be having her first Thanksgiving. She was looking forward to visiting the Hawkins home. She was happy to know that she could spend at least another four years in Jim's company.

Jim had been considering joining the navy. It was a important decision, and Merida understood why he was considering it. Jim wanted to see the world, and take up a career that mattered. Working at the Gym was nice, but he thought his time should be devoted to a more noble cause. That pay wasn't bad either. Jim wanted his mother to live a more comfortable life,one that didn't involve bagging groceries our waiting on tables.

After school Jack and Merida were off to Lacrosse practice. Jack surveyed the field as they ran laps. It was starting to hit home that his days here were numbered. Freshman year felt like it was just yesterday, which was odd since it felt like summer had lasted forever. 'Why does a day seem so long but a year so short?' He thought. This time next year, he would be a college freshman. Jack thought he had college life figured out based on all the parties he had attended at Munster's. As a sophomore, he had attended many parties at Munsters University.

Meanwhile, Jack was busy between Lacrosse and work. On Wednesday he decided to take a tiny break-that only resulted in more work. He got off early and headed to Hiccup's in hopes of having some fun. His hopes were horribly dashed by the state of Hiccup's room. There was paint, molding clay, plaster, and a few things Jack didn't recognize.

"So…What'cha doin?" Jack asked, treading lightly. He figured it would be best to follow Toothless' example and sit on the bed.

Hiccup glanced back at him. "Oh, hi Jack. Didn't you have work today?"

"I did, I'm done."

"Oh…" Hiccup replied. "In answer to your question, I'm building models."
"Did you finish your display idea?"

"Yes…and no." He scratched his head. "It's kinda backwards, but I'm doing concept work and models at the same time. That way, if my work is chosen, I don't have to build as many."
"How many are there?"

"…"

"Hic."

"At this rate…eighty-five."

"Eighty-five….models?"

" Well, only eighty-five if I decide to paint the background instead of making the furniture."

Jack walked over to the table. This was starting to sound like way too much work for an idea.

"Hic, what're you…" Jack's eyes landed on the concept art, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "It's St. North's."

Hiccup rubbed his neck. "Yeah…Well, St. North's if it was y'know, run by elves."

Hiccup had accounted for everything. Each section of the store had been recreated into a much 'jollier' display with tiny workers wearing long pointy red caps. And there was North or perhaps, Santa Claus, standing in front of it all.

"This is going to take a while to build, Hiccup."

Hiccup rubbed his temple. "I know."

Jack rubbed his chin. "But I don't think you'll have to build the furniture, or a few other things. In fact, I know where you can find some already built."

"Where?"

Jack took Hiccup back to 's, up three flights and to a staircase beyond the bedding section. They went up two skinny, dusty flights of stairs. Slowly, of course. Hiccup had not been aware there were more floor beyond the third. He let Jack lead him to a wide open room. The walls were dome like, and the room was lit only by icicle lights mounted to the walls.

'This is beneath the roof's design.' Hiccup realized. The shell and tile were beyond this layer of cement and bricks. That was interesting enough, but the most amazing thing about this place was: The Toys.

The room, as large as it was, was filled with toys. Model cars, trains on long wooden tracks, balls of almost every color and size, dolls from different eras, miniature houses, buildings, stuffed animals, action figures, Frisbees, hoola hoops. Almost everything had its place on a pedestal or table. Hiccup was beginning to wonder if North really was Santa Claus. "Wow…"

Jack stuck his hands in his pockets. "I always wanted to take you up here. I couldn't find a good reason before, but."

"This is amazing!" Hiccup said, his voice echoing through the large space. "Does this all belong to your Dad?"

"Yep. And you want to know what the best part is?"

Hiccup blinked. "What?'

"He actually plays with this stuff."

Hiccup tried to picture the large burly store owner in the room, playing with little cars and dolls. It was easier than he thought.

"Anyway, look here." Jack pulled him to a table in particular.

Sitting there was a model of a department store similar to the St. North's they both knew, but clearly form a earlier time.

"North started making this a long time ago, but never finished it." Jack explained. "Apparently he used to build stuff when he was our age. Anyway, I bet if you asked, he'd let you use this stuff for the window display."

"Wow..." Hiccup was admiring a tiny cash register. "Look at the detail on that thing."

"I know. Crazy right? I used to love coming up here when I was a kid."

"That must have been amazing."

"It was. It is." He shrugged. "Well, I haven't come up here in a really long time."

"Why?" Hiccup asked. If his family had something like this, he would visit it every chance he got.

"Well, there was school, and lacrosse, and…you."

"Oh…"Hiccup rubbed his neck, embarrassed. "Sorry for being a distraction."

"Don't worry." Jack laughed, taking one of Hiccup's hands in his. "You can make it up to me by making the best window display ever."

There was a uneasiness rising into Hiccup's stomach. "I guess I should get back home then. And you know, work on that display."

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