A/N: Okay. Chapter two is up. Hope I can keep up these updates. Anyway, I forgot to put this at the last chapter so might as well do it now. So disclaimer, I don't own anything How to train you Dragon and Rise of the Guardian is owned by Dreamworks. Sleeping Beauty, at least this one, is owned by Disney. So yeah, nothing much happening yet. I'm planning this to be a eight chapter thing plus an epilogue, Jack's probably coming up at Chapter Four.

Jack: And Hiccup gets laid right?

Hiccup: Toothless...

Jack: AH! HICCUP!

So... While Toothess chases Jack, the story continues.

Cursed

Vikings and Berserkers alike didn't drop their defense, waiting for orders to attack. Neither Oswald or Stoick gave the signal however, knowing that a head-on attack wouldn't be the best strategy to take against Pitch. Pitch smiled smugly and approached the center of the Great Hall.

"Ah, I knew I heard the sound of merriment and celebration. I was right to assume that a little party was being held," The smile turned to a scowl. "Strange. I didn't get an invitation."

Vahallarma scoffed. "Ha, you? No one wants you around, heck, no one ever did."

Pitch glared back at the woman. "You think you can ignored me? FOOLS! I will not have it!" He summoned a stallion made of dark sand behind the woman. Vahallarma yelped, horriefied. She grabbed one of Stoick's smaller hammers and made to attack the creature. It dissolved instead and went to Pitch's side, who put a hand over its mane. "Whoa, easy, easy, girl." He smirked at Sandy. "Like it, Sandman? You're not the only one who can pull this off. Only I create nightmares."

Sandy huffed, his sand particles bristling.

"Don't be nervous," Pitch says to Vahallarma who still looked wide-eyed and the vikings and berserkers tensed positions as he continued to stroke the fearling horse. "It only riles them up more. They smell fear, you know."

Bunny laugh once in mockery. "What fear? Of you? Haha, no one's been afraid of you since the dark ages."

"Aye, and Vikings show no fear." Gobber huffed.

Pitch sneered at them before giving a nostalgic smile. "Oh the Dark ages," He sighed. "Everyone frightened and miserable, such happy times for me, all the power a wielded."

Stoick glared at the dark man steadily. "Why are you here Pitch?"

"What do you want?" North followed that question.

Pitch turned to North and Stoick, large men he despised greatly. "Maybe I want what you have," He pointed at the accusingly. "Power, authority. People cowering down under my rule, and maybe I'm tired of living underground, forgotten and cast aside."

Bunny scolwed. "Maybe that's where you belong, you shadow-sneaking ratbag."

"Oh, go suck an egg rabbit."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME?!"

North put a sword to block Bunny's way, wanting to avoid a fight and casualties as much as necessary. "Get out Pitch."

"Oh, but North? This is a party, and I am a guest."

"An unwanted and uninvited guest."

Stoick prepared to give the signal. "Pitch, if you do not leave my Great Hall this instance, by Thor's name, I'll strike you down myself!"

Pitch looked amused, clearly thinking that this man was foolish for underestimating him. "Oh, all right." He conceded. "But, oh wait, now where are my manners? Look at him, precious child." He grinned towards Vahallarma's direction who held Henrik. "Allow me to grant my own gift to the child."

Alarmed, the Guardians surrounded Vahallarma, who kept Henrik close to her and Stoick raised his axe again.

"You won't get anywhere near this child!" Tooth shouted.

Pitch laughed. "Oh my dear guardian, I don't need to." He smirked evilly. "Listen well, all of you." A stream of black sand surrounded Pitch. "Granted, the child will live a good, healthy life, and perhaps I will even remain silent and hidden, ceasing my little schemes for the next thirteen years." Everyone raised their guard, sensing something was off. Strangely, Daggur seemed rather interested with the evil man. "But heed my words, before the sunsets on the day of his thirteenth birthday, I will send a fearling to consume him, and he dies."

"NO!" Vahallarma cried out.

Enraged, Stoick raised the alarm. "ATTACK, VIKINGS! ATTACK!" Oswald followed on that command and ordered his own people to attack as well.

The Guardians, Vikings and Berserkers surrounded Pitch, but he summoned his dark sand and prevented them from getting closer. "FOOLS! I AM NOT EASILY BEATEN!"

"We'll see about that!" Bunny threw his boomerngs. But Pitch disappeared into the shadows completely...

...Or so they thought.

A tall shadow loomed behind Vahallarma, who only had a moment to turn. "Oh, did I forgot to mention? I need to spill blood to seal the deal." Pitch grinned evilly and those were the last words Vahallarma ever heard as Pitch brought his scythe down. She only had enough time to turn around and shield Henrik before the scythe met her back, leaving a large, bloody gash.

"VAHALLARMA!" Stoick screamed as he charged towards his collapsing wife as Pitch disappeared and Henrik flew out of her arms.

"Oh no!" Tooth flew swiftly to catch the baby in her arms, now wailing madly. She frowned deeply as Stoick held his dead wife at his arms.

The celebration and merriment promptly being put to an end.

A/N: Okay, is anyone shock? I hardly expect it. I mean, come on, Vahallarma dies. You probably saw it coming with all things considered. And I know the queen didn't really die in Disney's Sleeping beauty, but I'm twisting it up a bit okay? Technically, Hiccup's mom really did die. Too short? Sorry, but I wanna make this quick and get to Jack's arrival. Leave reviews