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 is where How To Train Your Dragon starts. I'll try to keep the updates consistent.

Chapter Four

The Isle Of Berk

Hiccup

Until recently, my full name was Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the third. Great name, I know. But it's not the worst. My parents believed a bad name would scare away the ogres and trolls.

The place where me and my old tribe of crazy viking folk lived is called the Isle of Berk. It's a desolate rock located on the meridian of misery, twelve degrees north of hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death. When I lived there, it always snowed nine months a year and hailed the other three.

The biggest problems, though, were the pests. While most places had things like rats or mosquitos, we had…

Jack

Dragons. Amazing, active, mind-controlled, practically suicidal, fire-breathing dragons.

Berk is full of them. They show up twice a month to raid the vikings of food. The vikings, in turn kill pretty much all dragons. To kill a dragon is at first a great and glorious achievement, then a necessity. Teenaged children become 'great warriors' the day they kill their first dragon.

How do I know this? I spent a lot of my time at Berk. This was mostly because I hate them for the dragon-killing. The snow I give them is none too kind, it's a punishment for the thousands of lives (albeit dragon lives) they took away. Is it worth it? Yes, it is. Because of the harsh conditions, less dragons managed to get killed. I wouldn't hate them as much if the dragons left them without enough food, but actually most of the villagers are pretty overweight.

When I stayed there, I happened to take a liking to Hiccup. Smart, quick, witty and unfortunately very much picked on. Hiccup was the complete opposite of a typical viking. He was only about twelve yet a better inventor than anyone I'd ever seen in my roughly 300 years of life. So in retrospect, it really was necessary for me to keep an eye on the boy who, like a dragon, seemed to be practically suicidal.

Hiccup

About seven years after the snow magic incident in Arendelle, my life was beginning to change forever.

There had been a raid going on I couldn't resist sneaking out. The dragons almost never attacked me. I thought it was probably because I was so small.

Even with that advantage, one can never stay in one place for too long in the middle of a dragon raid. I had to run through the violate to remain covered, dodging and weaving through the people who yelled at me to get back inside.

"I now, I know!" I called back to them with absolutely no intention of following their orders. Oddly enough, I soon found myself almost slamming into the door of our house. The wind blustered against my hair as I frantically opened it and slid in on frosty shoes.

"Ah, Hiccup, there you are!" said Gobber. "I thought you'd been carried off."

Gee, thanks for caring, I thought sarcastically.

Gobber is the village blacksmith, although he helps loads more with the raids instead. I'd been his apprentice since I was little. Well, littler.

"Here, sword, sharpen." he said, tossing it to me.

I caught it and brought it over to the sharpened, next to the window. He watched me to make sure I wouldn't try to escape via that route.

Outside, a building caught fire. I saw the fire brigade run past, basically all the other teenagers on Berk.

There was Fishlegs, a stocky blonde boy that probably knew the Big Dragon Almanac from cover to cover by heart but had the tendency to run away from battles. He splashed the fire then helped and scurried off while batting embers off.

I saw the twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut, whom were currently fighting over a bucket. No surprise there, they never could seem to get along. Wherever they went, they were always fighting. Soon, Ruffnut decided to just bang him on the head with it, spilling all it's contents in the process.

Snotlout was, I noticed, flexing his muscles and all as he did his job as near to the fire as he could go, desperately trying to look heroic. He's my cousin and he never let me forget that he's older than me by two months.

A lean blonde girl jumping off the cart with graceful professionalism caught my eye. Astrid. Everyone knows that she's the best warrior and most beautiful teenage girl on the island. And every guy is gunning for her.

I watched them run back past me and leave me staring at nothing. Their job seemed so cool. I love blacksmithing, but it doesn't get as much respect as the battlefield jobs. Even though I built and designed every successfully manufactured mechanical object on Berk, as well as almost every single weapon.

You see, killing a dragon is everything around here. I'd never managed to do it, which is why I was looked down upon and why I was so desperate. I thought the only way to gain acceptance was to kill at least one dragon. But it couldn't be just any one dragon. That alone wouldn't be enough to change everyone's views of 'Hiccup the Useless'.

I knew a Nadder head was sure to get me at least noticed, and in a good way. Gronckles were tough, taking down one of though might even get me a girlfriend. Zipplebacks, exotic, two heads = twice the status. Of course there's the Monstrous Nightmare, but only the best vikings go after those, since they have a nasty habit of setting themselves on fire. I'll never attempt to take one on.

That night was dark, and too easy a win for it to last, I knew. I had been waiting for this raid.

See, the biggest prize is the dragon no one's ever seen. They call it the—

"Night Fury!"

"Quick, get down!"

Yeah. The Night Fury.

Even on a winning night like this, no one there would even try to confront a Night Fury. You see, that thing never steals food, never shows itself and… never misses.

No one had ever killed a Night Fury. That's why I wanted to be the first.

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