A/N: Yay! Finally Jack makes his appearance! Shadow visor you can keep your scythe, nina dotran 3 I dunno why but I felt pump up by your review. And the guest reviewers of who gave the name 'enter your zip code here' (interesting choice by the way) and 'raven' thank you for the reviews, and everybody else thank you for reading despite Jack's late appearance since I know I said this was a HiJack and any HiJack action has yet to started. Well, I'll quit my rambling. Without furthur ado, Chapter Four everybody. ENJOY!

Daydream

The night after the guardians took Henrik away, Pitch somehow knew that Henrik no longer resided at Berk. He cursed and sent fearlings to search far and wide for the child but instructed not to cause direct trouble, because that would be going against his side of the bargain related to the curse.

He never figured that it was the guardians who hide him or where they were even, however, because Manny kept them safe.

The guardians raised the child as if he was their own at a medium-sized tent by a well-hidden cove, and gave him the name 'Hiccup' to better hide his identity and conceal their cover. Because you can never be too careful.

Tooth cared for the child and love him endlessly. Her affections can only hope to rival the motherly love Vahallarma could have given. It made her sad and slightly guilty whenver she thought of it, thinking she might replace Vahallarma's place in the child's heart. But when the child smiled and laugh for the first time, it reminded her so much of the deceased viking woman, that she could only smile feeling Vahallarma's gratitude and spirit with her as she nurtured the child.

She wanted to take a piece of the child with her when this was all over and first considered his strands of hair whenver she gave him haircuts. But she kept losing them. However she found herself unable to throw away the first baby tooth that fell off his mouth because Hiccup lost when he was running towards her to give her flowers, somehow tripping at the process. She decided that his baby teeth would work for a keepsake of all the time they spent together.

It was an awkward life for Bunny more than anyone else, all he ever knew was painting eggs with new designs he thought of and training himself more each day on the fighting arts he didn't know the first thing of raising a human child. He didn't particularly enjoy it either when Hiccup kept pulling his hair those times they gave him Yak milk and needed to help him burp afterwards or those times when it was his turn to change diapers, but looking back he didn't hate it as much. He even had fun, especially when he would hide color 'normal' eggs and Hiccup would try and find them.

What he enjoyed doing with the boy the most is teaching how to paint. He tried teaching him how to throw an axe or even hit a hammer as he got older, but it seemed that a paintbrush was the best thing he could hold without injuring himself. And art was always something he enjoyed, and now they both enjoyed it together. The kid had a knack for painting and sketching almost more than he did, but he would never admit that. He had a reputation to keep.

Sandy told Hiccup bed time stories every night. Well, 'told' being a relative term since he couldn't speak. But when he was still a baby, the round, small man created shadow puppets by the candle light. It made Sandy happy, that the child never lost his interest at the stories. With the help from the others, as Hiccup grew older, they described the characters Sandy told him about. While Sandy told the tale, Hiccup would draw what he imagined they'd look like on paper and sometimes at the ground to help the story along with his illustrations.

Hiccup never knew this, but he was the only one whoever needed to sleep. As far as he was concern, the Guardians were people like him. And it was always Sandy's job to put him to bed at his toddler years, and seeing as the man has his own tendency to fall asleep without really being tired, Hiccup always woke up to his sleeping face so he never considered the fact that the people he lives with don't sleep. In any case, Sandy did his part well and no bad dreams ever bothered Hiccup as he grew up.

So Hiccup will be aware of the forest bounds and where he was allowed to go or how far he can explore so he won't accidentally know about the village, North always took him out on morning walks. Remembering the bed time stories, Hiccup would ask questions here and there about the forest sprites and whenever he played around at the snow, he favored to know a lot about a particular winter spirit. They don't do it as often anymore, ever since Hiccup befriended a Dragon. A nightfury, in fact. It liked the child almost as much a they did, maybe even more, that it even let Hiccup ride it.

North laughed all those times, the stories mostly memories since the creatures talked about were acquintances. He'll never forget the one time when the child saw a deep footprint and exclaimed it about being Bigfoot, who was actually just one of his yetis. He loved the child's curiousity, how the wonder would fill his eyes, and the child himself. Stoick would be proud of Hiccup no doubt, whether he was like other viking kids.

They all loved being with the boy, that the years seemed to go by fast... Too fast.


[Time Skip]

Thirteen years have passed, the Isle of Berk lived these years in peace. Uncharacteristicly true to his word, Pitch hasn't bothered the people since that night of Vahallarma's death. Stoick have yet to let his guard down, however it seemed that they would be able to uplift his son's curse after all. Stoick was nervous and filled with apprehension one a particularly fair day.

Because at this particular morning was to be Henrik Horrendous Haddock III's thirteenth his birthday, signifying his return home.

Gobber kept him company, and when the Berserkers arrived so did Oswald. The people of Berk and Berserkers alike helped in the preparations for tonight's celebratin, wherein after sunset the curse is lifted and Henrik returns home at last.

Pitch was not one to give up, however. And he had his fearlings search harder as the days drew closer to the time where his curse was to take place. Fortunately, the results amounted so much as to dragon dung.

"Stoick relaxed, all will be well. You'll see." Oswald told the man who kept pacing around the Greeat hall. He was too excited and nervous, it wasn't noon yet, and Stoick was already waiting for his son to come home.

"How can you expect me to relax on this day among all days!" Stoick grumbled, looking out the door. "Damn that sun won't set fast enough. I waited for thirteen years, for Thor's sake!"

Oswald smiled wearily, only wishing he share the feeling of anticipation for the return of his son. His own child, Daggur, disappeared a long time ago. Shortly after the last time Pitch was ever seen, although he couldn't say he was missed.

"Hold on to your socks, Stoick." Gobber grunted, walking over with two mugs of mead. "It'll be dusk before you know it. Now, let's have a toast!"

Oswald took his mug. "Aye, to Henrik's return!"

After a moment, Stoick forced a smile and picked up his own mug. "To my son's homecoming!"

"Cheers!"


That same time at a hidden cove, just outside where a tent was pitched, a young, gangly boy at the age of thirteen with a thin body spotted of freckles and brown hair hauled a basket of fish from the nearby lake and tipped it over. The fishes fell out of the basket as the black, ebony dragon with a half broken tail consumed the fishes hungrily.

The boy was Hiccup.

"Whoa, Toothless, easy there bud. You'll choke on a fishbone." Hiccup smirked. "Who am I kidding, you never seem to be bothered by that at all."

Toothless nuzzled the Hiccup's waist before he continued to eat. The boy stroked the dragon behind the ears before going behind it to give his usual inspections on his tail and the artificial other half that he created. He replaced it with a new one that he designed, for the purpose of heavy flying.

Hiccup looked up to the skies. "Seems like a good day for flying, eh bud? Let's test this baby out." He gave Toothless a pat before he made to return to the tent momentarily to get his harness and fur vest.

Meanwhile, the guardians were huddled up over a table. Just like Stoick, they too felt apprehensive for this day. It was almost time to return Hiccup to his real home, so they wanted to make a celebration out of it themselves before the other celebration tonight. They never threw Hiccup a party for any of his birthdays before, now seemed to be a good time as any.

"I have the perfect design for his very first armor." Bunny laid out a scroll of his work. The Hiccup drawn on it had a full dark plate armor and even a cape complete with sturdy leather boots, shinguards, gaunlets and shoulder protectors. The only thing missing was a helm, but North told him Stoick had that covered.

"Ah looks good, Bunny. I'll be sure to have Phil send the materials needed."

"Oh, I'm sure he'll look dashing." Tooth beamed. "Now I've been doing some reading and a lot of trial and errors, but I'm pretty sure I can make a cake this time."

Sandy raised his hand madly.

"Yes Sandy, I'll appreciate the help."

North rubbed his hands together. "Okay, looks like we thought everything through,"

"Except how we're gonna get Hiccup away long enough for us to prepare."

North waved a careless hand. "Oh, we'll think of something. Now, for the decorations..."

"Well, now what are you guys up to?"

Alarmed and in panick, the guardians swirled around to find the birthday boy looking right at them, hands against his hips.

Bunny hid his design.

"Uhm u-up to?"

"Up to?"

"Up to?"

Hiccup raised a brow to the three who spoke, or more precisely the three that could speak. "Yes, I heard your echo the first time."

"Uhm, well, we... We..." Tooth's mind race for any cover up.

Bunny turned around and found Hiccup's fur vest and a small basket of fruits. He took the fruits away and grabbed the vest. "We want you to get some more fishes, mate!" He shoved the basket and vest to the boy who look bewildered.

North jumped on that. "Ah, yes, we run low of fishes."

"Ooh yes, lots of fishes!" Tooth clapped her hands.

Sandy thumbs up hastily, and was pushing Hiccup towards the exit.

"But I just filled the stock yesterday." Hiccup pointed out confusely.

"Oh we need more, the salt water kind!" Bunny quickly said. "Not the fresh waters only, you gumby. And spices! That will make them more tastier!"

Tooth nodded eagerly. "Oh yes, Toothless woud love cooked fish with spices."

They finally managed to get him out of the tent.

"Now, don't hurry back."

"But don't go too far."

"And stay away from dark places and anything strange!"

Hiccup found this all too suspicious but had to give a knowing smirk. He was anything but stupid, and he a wasn't one to forget about his birthday. He wondered if that was what this was all about.

Nevertheless, he saddled Toothless up and mounted on his best friend. "Ready to go, bud?" Toothless let out a plasma blast before taking off. "See you guys!"

The guardians waved bye to him. Bunny put his hand over his chin, though. "I wonder if he suspects..."

"Nonsense," North laughed. "of course he doesn't. We are convincing."


At the depths below the isle of Berk, dark things are stirring as Pitch remains frustrated at the fruitless search for the child, however he remains unrelenting and is adamant on finding the child, After all, the day is still young.

Still, after all these years, they haven't found a single hint to where the boy was and Pitch knew that Manny was playing this game with him.

"Unbelievable," He grumbled through gritted teeth, looking at the crowd of his fearlings. "Thirteen years, and not a single trace of the child, not even a hair! What have you been doing these past years?!"

The fearlings cowered and their sand bristled around them as if to answer.

"And what about the forests, the valleys, the mountains?!"

They continued to cower and Pitch's eyes shot wide open.

"Cradles...?" He said in a quiet voice. The fearling stallions bowed their heads at him in affirmation. "CRADLES?! Am I really hearing this, all these years, and you've been looking for a BABY?!" Pitch glowered deeply and he attacked his fearlings with his own nightmare sand until the ones that survived fled. After which, he made his way towards his throne and placed his hand on his head as if nursing a headache. "Imbeciles, a disgrace to the dark forces."

A voice joins him. "No kidding," It said mockingly. "But that's what you get for relying on a bunch of brainless sand horses." It said. "You're pretty brainless yourself, did you forget to give them sand brains?"

Pitch raised his head and glared steadily at the teenager boy with an ugly scarred face, deranged smile, using a dagger as if it were a mere tooth pick. "Daggur, I didn't take you under my wing to mock me."

Daggur rolled his eyes. "And I didn't pledge loyalty to you to be stuck down here with only sand beasts to battle." He retorted. "'I, Daggur, swore by name and everything evil, to cause mass destruction and misery to everything that gets in my path.' Do you see anything getting in my path here? And I mentioned nothing about kow-towing down to you."

"Fair enough," Pitch rolled his eyes. "If you want to have your fun that badly, and since it is the thirteenth year since my curse, I guess we can can afford a little trouble. I'll let you return to the land above but you must return the favor and track down boy. And stay away from the village."

Daggur grinned. "Do I get to kill anything in my path?"

"If I recall, that's what you swore to do. The child should be scrawny, a brunette with forest green eyes. Understand?"

Daggur waved a careless hand. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll have my fun with him, too." He licked his lips. "When he was born, they wouldn't let me near him. Now I can fuck him up all I want and no one can say otherwise."

Pitch smirked, already aware of what fear could overtake the boy when he was found. So he sent a fearlings to follow Daggur.


Hiccup didn't go to the island shore immediately. His companions told him to take his time, so take his time he did. With Toothless, he soared high above Berk. Sky was the limit for him because North didn't give him any boundaries to go higher and he could go as far as he wanted as long as it wasn't far enough that he'd lose his way when it was time to return home. He loved being in the air where there were no restraints and he enjoyed the company of the other dragons who challenged Toothless and him to a race every now and then.

Of course, none ever came close to beating them unless he wanted to cut them some slack.

"Okay bud, ready?" Hiccup leaned closer to speak directly at Toothless's ear. Toothless bowed his head slightly to give a dragon nod. At that moment, Hiccup pulled away from Toothless and started to freefall.

His stomach did flip-flops as the exhilirating feel of gravity overwhelmed Hiccup. He smiled brightly as he turned his body around, and just before he was about to meet the ocean waters, Toothless swoop below him and they were back in the air once again.

"Good job, bud." Hiccup breathed a laugh. "Cutting a little too close, but good job either way." He looked ahead and gasped. "W-wait Toothless, no!" He swerved Toothless a hard left where they return to the aerial space above the forest. "That was too close, bud. Nicholas told us to stay away from that village."

They settled on a tree as they looked over to a viking village at the farthest side of the forest, almost a whole way off and practically the other side of the island from where the cove was.

Toothless made grumbling sounds.

"I know bud, I wonder what's over there, too. But you know what Nicholas said, 'Ah Hiccup, you are not man yet. Burly, huge, big men with thick-skull live in that village. Till you are man, you must stay hidden.'" Hiccup rolled his eyes. "As if they ever stopped treating me like a child, I swear, Toothiana still thinks I'm a baby. You know she keeps my baby teeth?"

Toothless snarled in affirmation.

"Yeah, well, come on. About time to get those fishes."

They took off back into the air and was about to make a turn when something fast flew past them and threw them off course. Something long fell after the collision.

"W-whoa, whoa!" Hiccup was knocked off the back of Toothless. They both fell from the skies. "T-Toothless!"

The dragon made a panic roar as his eyes widened, seeing Hiccup infront of him and realizing that he was no longer on the saddle.

"A-angle yourself towards me, come on towards me-ow!" Hiccup moaned as Toothless's tail hit him across the face. "Okay, ow!" Finally, Hiccup managed to grab on to the saddle and hook himself back with the harness. He got back their momentum just in time for landing, but he was knocked into a three as Toothless sprawled at a grass field.

Which dragons loved.

"Not one of our best landings..."

Toothless played around at the grass while Hiccup narrowed his eyes.

"Glad to know you're okay."

The brunette pulled himself up and looked back to a sky, raising a brow.

"What was that? A dragon?"


A young boy who wore a brown cape and white shirt along with tight brown pants with ropes tieing around the ankles. He was not old enough to be a man but anything but a child, but he was eternally young. He looked at his work at the island he was on. Trees were covered in snow and piles of snow bank were everywhere at the town he was currently staying. Children went out of their houses as soon as the sun rose for the morning and immediately played around his handiwork.

"You're welcome." The boy smirked as the kids laughed and enjoyed himself.

The kids ignored him and continued to play. They couldn't see him.

Jack Frost the winter spirit. He has been around for fifty years already since that time that he woke up at a freezing lake at the island of Berk. He didn't know anything from his past and didn't know anything about himself back then. It was only thirteen years ago where the moon spoke to him and told him his name and that he had a purpose to fulfill. But he never did tell him what, and part of him wondered if he would ever know.

Right now, he uses most of his time bringing winter to every place he goes and any occasional mischievous prank here and there.

"Well, winter is almost up here. But it's only the start of winter at berk," Jack had to smile himself. "Well, if I don't count the previous months being devastating winters." He told this to a child who couldn't hear him eitherway. "See you around, then."

Jack picked up his staff, a shepherd's crook, before looking up to the skies. "Wind, to Berk! Take me home!" He hollered.

A gust of wind swooshed past him and at that moment he was lifted to the skies and in less than a moment despite being in another part of the world, he could already see the island of berk. He knew his lake was somewhere a little more beyond.

He loved Berk. Because the people never really seemed to mind about the winters and bitter cold he brought no matter how harsh. They took it as a challenge, so it made it the easiest place for him to vent whenever he got frustrated over the fact that no one can hear him or see him after all these years. But since they are the people inhabiting his home island, he couldn't say he was too surprised.

Before he could even get near enough to the island, something dark crashed into his flight path and he promptly lost hold of his staff causing him to plummet down to the island.

"AHH!" Jack screamed, forgetting the feeling of gravity. Ever since he knew about his powers, he always flew or floated or whatever. "UGH!" he grunted as he landed stomach first at a large tree branch.

He moaned and surveyed his surroundings. Even if he did live in the island, he has yet to see all of it. The bad news was that he had no idea what part of the island this was, and the worst news?

Wherever his staff landed, it wasn't in the same area.

He sighed, and jumped down from the tree, his first plan to locate his staff. Without it, he was stuck in this part of the island and his powers were brought down to a minimal. And Jack hated the idea of being powerless. If he was going to be invisible, at least his powers gave him something to do.

He glared up at the sky. Whatever crashed into him better hope he doesn't find it, or who knows what he'll do.


Hiccup went to get the fishes, even though he knew that the request to get more was merely a cover to get him out of the cove. Still, he figured he was going to play their game for now and not let on that he was catching on. In any case, he really didn't know what they were up to.

More dragons joined Toothless at the grass fields where he left him and since it was still pretty early, he decided to feed the dragons the haul he caught. The dragons enjoyed them and surrounded the boy. Hiccup laughed and when they finally gave him some room, he pulled out his sketch book and his charcoal pencil and started to draw. He had drawings of almost every dragons he saw: Groncles, Nadders, nightmares, terrible terrors, you name it. Of course, majority of the pages were of Toothless, nightfuries to be exact.

You don't have to be as smart as Hiccup to figure that nightfuries were his favorite, and the fact that his best friend was so far the only one of his kind that he ever saw sealed the deal.

A terrible terror tried stealing some fishes from Toothless's pile and the nightfury promptly reclaimed it. In it's frustration, the terror opened his mouth to let out its flame only to have Toothless blow a small one to its mouth and causing the terror to puffed out smoke instead, choking.

Hiccup rolled his eyes and just tossed the terror his own pile before looking back to his newly finished sketch of the dragons eating. He flipped the pages over.

A few other pages had some mythical creatures Sanderson (Sandy's human pseudoname in this story) always told him about. His favorite drawings of them were of the winter spirit, although he wonders if he was even close to what he really looked like.

A terror crawled up to him, nuzzling his arm. Hiccup smiled and stroked its head. The dragon purred to the touch before looking at the sketches. In curiousity, it looked at them longer.

"Like him? You might not when you met him though," He laughed. "He's the winter spirit, Jokul Frosti. Fire and ice don't usually mix."

The terror cocked his head and soon other terrors joined him, eventually so did the other dragons. Toothless went beside his rider.

The terror made little roars, and continued to gesture at the sketches.

"Oh, I'm not suppose to meet him or anything strange." Hiccup sighed. "They still think of me as a kid."

A nightmare hummed in it throat. The groncles cock their heads.

"Oh, you know, Nicholas, Aster, Toothiana and Sanderson." Hiccup listed, leaning against Toothless. "They never let me out far enough or even into villages. They won't let me meet anybody, people I can make friends with. Heck, they haven't let me meet other normal people or anyone my age, so you can only imagine my chances of meeting mythical people."

The dragons felt his frustration, and bowed their heads. All the dragons loved Hiccup, the first human in a long time who ever tried to understand them.

Hiccup smiled, and held up a finger. "But you know what, I fooled them. I have met someone."

The dragons, hearing the tone of his voice, perked up in curiosity.

A nagger roared, nodding her head excitedly. Sibblebacks, two-head dragons, went nearer in interest. Toothless curled his tail around his rider, and looked ath him with wide eyes, obviously never hearing of this.

Hiccup laughed, even if he never hang out with people, dragons were great listeners. Of course they were great listeners, since they couldn't quite talk so that's all they could contribute to the conversation but that was beside the point.

"Oh, a spirit. He's pretty cool and he had his weapon close to him at all times. Tall, handsome," Yes, Hiccup was aware of genders and the proper ethics that a male usually fell for a female but his favorite stories were always about male heroes and add to the fact that he wasn't exactly brought up in a normal, society setting so no one could blame him. "And... And... Just so much fun," He sighed.

Of course Hiccup had fun with Toothless, but it was different.

The dragons listened more in interest. The terror roared as if to tell him to continue.

"Oh, you know, the usual. We just walked while we talked and talked while we walked, and went flying a bit. It was the first time I flew without Toothless, and just before he decided to leave, he took my hand between one of his, the other cupping my face" Hiccup looked up as if remembering. "And then, and then..."

The dragons pulled their wings out, excitement building.

"...I woke up."

The wings promptly dropped. Toothless moaned softly, nuzzling Hiccup's cheek.

"Yeah," Hiccup rubbed the back of his head. "It's only in my dreams. But they say if you dream of something more than once it's sure to come true, and I've seen him so many times." He smiled and leaned back to Toothless comfortably, looking at his sketch of a boy wearing a short cape, holding a staff.

The terror took one more look at it and moved back in disappointment. He shook his head and decided to climb a tree. He scanned the area and his little eyes widened, seeing a staff with a crook looking similarly like the one from the sketch a little far off. He turned to his fellow dragons and blew a small stream of fire to get their attention.

One of his fellow terrors looked up at him and a blue nadder's attention was got too. They went over. The terror pointed to the general direction of the staff and immediately, their minds clicked.


Jack groaned, he had no idea how long he have been walking and it was starting to really frustrate him. "I swear if I don't find that darn staff, I'll-" He left the threat hanging as his eyes continued to scan the area. He caught himself and grinned. "Nevermind."

He found his staff.

He rushed over to take it by the straight end and picked it up when a little dragon appeared out of no where and tugged the other end. Jack glared at the creature. The terror widened his eyes a bit, seeing Jack.

"Has anyone ever told not to take what's not yours? Now hand it over."

The terror glared and another one came out, tackling Jack.

"Ah, hey, you little-" The winter spirit grumbled, taking the dragon by it's tail and tossing it aside, his cape going along with it. With both hands, he took hold of his staff to pull it out of the dragon's jaw. "C'mon, you little pests! You'll break it!" He complained when a nadder came to view and assisted the terror. Jack groaned loudly. "OH COME ON! It's a stick, what are you gonna do with it anyway?!"

Ignoring the question, because eitherway the nadder couldn't understand, the nadder turned his head around to shake Jack off, promptly throwing him a few yards far.

Jack screamed as he landed on a small stream. He sat up, trying to stand up and finding where those pesky dragons were. When he managed to get up, he saw them making their escape, with his staff and now, also his cake.

He glowered. Enough was enough.


Hiccup was playing with Toothless and the other dragons, letting them have a friendly spar. When the Nadder and two terrors made their appearance, the nadder wearing the stole cape and the somehow attached stolen staff at his wing.

The dragons stopped their spar and looked over in speculation. Toothless narrowed his eyes. Hiccup widened them, before bursting out in laughter.

Oh what these dragons wouldn't do, and where on earth did they get those?

He shook his head, deciding to play along. They went through the trouble for him, anyway.

"Why, if it isn't a winter spirit." He went over, crossing his arms. The nadder went forward and it was smart enough, somehow knowing what the crook of the staff can be used for. So he pulled Hiccup to his side.

Hiccup laughed, stroking his head before remembering the role play.

"Great spirit," He bowed. "You know I'm really not suppose to associate with anything strange, but we did meet before, didn't we?" He shrugged.

Hiccup started singing. All the dragons watched in amusement, and Toothless seemed to smile, feeling his rider to be in high spirits.

Hiccup walked around with the Nadder by his side, avoiding the trails of scorch marks from the dragon spars earlier, knowing the dragons didn't liked it being stepped on, so it looked like he was dancing. And even if that wasn't his intention, he felt like dancing. Believing with all his heart that maybe his dream can come true.


Jack may not have his staff but he could still use a bit of his powers, so he prepared a snowball that can pack quite a punch in collision. So he went towards the way the dragons left. He climbed over a tree, scanning the grassy area for the culprits. He saw the nadder wearing his cape and his staff attached to his wing, and he prepared to throw the snow ball when he caught himself since a boy approached the dragon.

Scratch that. The most beautiful, most adorable boy he ever seen in his life. He had freckles all over his body and green eyes that could put any forest to shame. It was such a beautiful green, a color Jack rarely saw. And he felt like he could wander aimlessly at the forest that were the boy's eyes.

"Why, if it isn't a winter spirit."

Jack widened his eyes. The boy thought the dragon was a spirit? Or was he just playing a game? He seemed much to old for that... And he was a guy, didn't girls usually continue to make-believe?

Yet to Jack the boy sounded like he was in love with a dream, and the winter spirit wish he was the dream instead.

"You know I'm really not suppose to associate with anything strange but we did meet before, didn't we?"

If he weren't immortal, Jack swore he would've died when the boy opened his mouth and started to sing.

"I know you I walked with you once upon a dream.
I know you The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam
Yes, I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem

But if I know you, I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once
the way you did once upon a dream."

It was official, Jack's heart was captured by just watching the boy walk with the nadder until he appeared like he was dancing across the field. At the end, Jack couldn't help it, even if the boy might not be able to see him, he had to get closer to him.

And maybe even touch him... And dance with him.


"La la la la la~"

Hiccup continued humming and singing, really feeling the moment, while twirling around, arms spread out. He didn't realize he was turning too far from the Nadder already, who had accidentally tripped over the terrors and crashed into several bushes.

"But if I know you, I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once..."

He held that note a little longer before continuing when a voice joined him in duet, and he stopped cold as even colder hands seemed to hold his.

...the way you did once upon a dream."

"Uh?" Hiccup saw the Nadder he thought was behind him, and stiffened. He looked behind him and yelped. "Gah!" He recoiled and made to run to Toothless, who looked ready to take off as soon as Hiccup got on, but the mysterious man followed and took Hiccup's hand. The brunette turned back to him, wide-eyed.

"Wait, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten yo-" The strange man paused, and seemed to think of something. "Wait, c-can you hear me?"


The beautiful being seemed to panic and pulled away from him, but Jack didn't want to lose him yet, he wanted to know his name at least. So he went after the boy and took his hand. The boy looked back at him, with wide eyes.

"Wait, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten yo-" Then, the gears in Jack begin to work as something seemed off... But in a good way. The boy was actually staring at him and he seemed to respond to Jack's voice. "Wait, c-can you hear me?"

The boy looked confused for a moment, seeming less frightened, but he gave a nod as response. Jack had to gasp, ...could it be?

"C-can..." He brought his face uncomfortable close (well uncomfortable for Hiccup) to the other boy's, and they were now nose to nose. "Can... Can you see me?"

Just like before, the boy gave the same nod, but a bit more shyly this time.

"He... He sees me... He SEES me!" It was too much for Jack, the most beautiful person Jack ever saw actually saw him as well, and it made it better that he was the first one ever. Jack flew to the air, even without his staff, but not too far away, and it started snowing but only for a moment while Jack took the time to calm down a bit, seeing the boy still looking at him with wide eyes.

He flew back to the boy, who stepped back a bit, and a dragon... Or dragons... flanked his side.

"Sorry," Jack said, taking his hand again and pulling him a bit closer. The boy seemed to let him. "I didn't mean to scare you earlier,"

The brunette squinted his eyes, then promptly shook his head. "It wasn't that," He said. Jack choked thinking the voice sounded even better when he was just speaking. But suddenly, the boy pulled his hand away again and got on a dragon. Thankfully though, he didn't give the command to take off yet. "But it's just that you're... You're..."

"A stranger?" Jack supplied, remembering how the adults from villages he went to telling the younger ones to stay away from strangers.

"I was gonna say strange, but that works."

Jack had to laugh. "But don't you remember?" he moved closer again, holding his hand out but this time letting the boy decide to take it or not, "we've met before."

"Huh? We..." Unconciously, and to Jack's joy, the boy did place his hand over the winter spirit's open palm. "We... We have?"

Jack smiled and pulled the boy off the dragon, and the human stumbled a bit but Jack supported him, they looked into each other's eyes. The boy blushed, and Jack thought that he couldn't get any more adorable. "Well of course, silly." He poked his nose, which made the boy pout and raised his brows suspicously. He laughed. "Hey, you said so yourself, Once upon a dream."


This was getting a little too weird.

"But don't you remember? We've met before."

"Huh? We... We... We have?"

The strange guy smiled and pulled Hiccup off Toothless. He stumbled a bit but the mystery guy supported him, they looked into each other's eyes. Hiccup blushed.

"Well of course, silly. Hey, you said so yourself, Once upon a dream."

Hiccup made a look, and flushed, He heard my song? Oh Thor... The gods must hate me. Hiccup shook his head and walked away, but the stranger pursued and started singing himself.

"I know you I walked with you once upon a dream.
I know you The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam."

Hiccup felt flustered by the minute but he slowly started to smile. Still, he continued moving away from the guy, going behind a tree only to have the guy suddenly infront of him... Upside down. He was hanging on the tree and promptly flip over then back to his feet

"Yes, I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem

But if I know you, I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once
the way you did once upon a dream."

The stranger held him closer by the waist, and snow started to fall again, a snow flake landing on the tip of Hiccup's nose. It was then when the gears clicked inside Hiccup's brain, and the fact that the boy flew earlier and it suddenly started to snow then just stop again made sense.

"J-Jokul Frosti?"

Jack's eyes widened and he grinned widely. "That's my name!" He laughed, and hugged Hiccup closely, shooting up to the skies. Hiccup yelped and instinctively wrapped his arms around the spirit. Sure he was used to flying, but only when it was on dragons.

He looked at how far the ground was getting before looking right into the eyes of what reflected the familiarity that is winter.

"You said my name..." Jack smiled, bringing their noses together again. "Well, I usually go by Jack Frost. You, however, can call me Jack."

Hiccup smiled shyly, giving a nod. "Okay... Jack..." This is just too sureal... I'm actually talking to my favorite myth... Well, once a myth, in any case. Odin, the others are gonna flip!

"...Well?"

Hiccup blinked. "Uh... Well... What?"

Jack smirked. "Where are your manners? Aren't you gonna return the favor and tell me your name, pr should I settle for beautiful?"

"Beautiful?" Hiccup choked. "I'm a guy."

"Well, sorry, but the title of handsome has already been taken," He gestured to himself that Hiccup had to roll his eyes. "so you have to settle for that one."

Hiccup shook his head, and just decided to answer that.

"It's Hiccup."

A/N: I hope you guys didn't mind the singing. I really wanted to get the Disney feel back, at least for this part, so I just had to put it. I think it worked out pretty well, yes?

Okay, just to put an end to confusions, the Guardians here are just plainly guardians of peace. Not Guardians of childhood, so no Christmas, or Easter, or blah blah blah. Just think of it like maybe medieval times and their nobles, I guess.

Longest chapter so far. Haha, duh. Jack's appearance.