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 Five

Cruel Irony

Jack

I watched from next to Hiccup in the window as Gobber grabbed his axe and headed toward the door.

Gobber stopped and turned, and for a moment I thought he might've learned from the countless times before and decided to stay.

Unfortunately, he only turned and said to Hiccup, "Stay. Put. There."

Hiccup gave him a look that mirrored my thoughts exactly. How could he possibly believe that Hiccup would do that, right in the middle of a dragon raid with the Night Fury on the scene.

"Don't give me that look. You know what I mean." He reprimanded briefly before leaving the house with his axe held high as he yelled, "Yaargh!"

Hiccup stood and watched him for a bit before hurriedly running back to the contraption that he had been working on for months.

Smacked my forehead repeatedly. Hiccup was the worst walking disaster ever, but he seemed to have a boatload of luck when it came to actual survival so he acted like he was invulnerable or something.

Well not today, I thought fiercely. Winter was about to get much harsher.

Stoick was yelling in the distance. A dragon must've gotten caught in the nets.

Hiccup's whatever-it-was fell sideways, making him groan and struggle to lift it. While he was distracted, I quickly slammed the door shut and froze it in place before flying off to join the battle.

On the dragons' side, of course.

Hiccup

The things everyone say when they're discussing my failure in the field are generally:

"He can't life a hammer!"

"He can't swing an axe!"

"He can't even throw a net!"

News flash, hairy hooligans, the majority of the world can't do most of those. The rest of you vikings are the freaks, not me.

But I had lived on Berk for my whole life, this wasn't common knowledge for us. Being a 'wimp' like me made a person abnormal. And as I was the only one, super abnormal.

I couldn't understand what made it so hard for me to wield weapons. I could use hammers to forge, I made most of the unbroken axes on the island too.

But since I couldn't fight with either of them, I went for the net option. The result? My net-slinger catapult, designed with the throwing range of up to a hundred yards.

So all I needed to do was adjust it a little, then hit a button, and it'll throw the net for me. Genius, right?

I got held back by the door. A freezing winter's night like this, it should've come as no surprise to me, but it was still quite annoying to not have enough strength to open the door.

I'm weak, I admit, but not that weak. While most of the teenagers need to use special lightweight weapons (I know because I'm the one who made and designed them all) it's quite easy for me to lift the heavy swords and shields.

Since nobody knew that, the catapult was my biggest chance off getting some respect, and the stupid door was stopping me!

After many failed attempts of breaking down the door (of opening it) I decided to risk using a secret exit. I say secret because no one else knows about them (though Gobber might've discovered one or two at some point) and I'm probably the only person on Berk who is small enough to get through most of them.

It took some time to push the catapult through an exit that was just barely large enough but I managed it. As soon as I was out, the all-terrain wheels became activated.

People yelled at me once again to get back inside as I ran past pushing my catapult.

"Yeah. I know. Yeah. Just a minute. I will. In a moment." I rattled to the people who tried to stop me.

The good news: I didn't run into either Gobber or Stoick on my little 'walk'. I ran off, past all the fighting, and ended up in the quiet darkness of Archers Peak.

I locked the catapult and aimed it loosely at the sky.

"C'mon, give me something to shoot at, give me something to shoot at!" I murmured.

Suddenly, the high-pitched whistling filled the air. I gasped. While most people panicked at the sight of a Night Fury, it with it's supersonic flying and deadly purple-hot fire always amazed me.

Then came the shock, when a purple fireball went flying through my view. I quickly rereadied myself and took aim for what I knew was about to follow.

The Night Fury flew past.

I pulled the trigger.

Jack

There's always a lot of screaming going on in a dragon raid. I try to block it out when I'm there.

The vikings have a small variety of screams.

Battle cries. ("Yaaaaargh!", "Kill things!", "Stupid pests!", "You're going down!")

Help pleas. ("Help! Help!", "I'm dying! I'm dying!", "Oh, I'm hurt! I am very much hurt!")

Commands. ("Someone needs to watch the sheep!", "Left side, we got a flock of Gronckles to take care of!")

And the unmistakable sounds of Hiccup on the loose. ("What are you doing, boy?", "Get back inside!")

Unfortunately, I, while in the middle of trying to cut some Nadders free from a large net, heard those unmistakable sounds of Hiccup on the loose.

Stoick seemed to have heard them too. He sighed, shook his head, and ran off in that direction while pointing back and yelling, "Do not let them escape!"

Part of me wanted to run straight after him, but the rational part of me said to take advantage of Stoick's absence and free the Nadders while I could do it easier before taking to Hiccup, since I could go faster than Stoick anyday.

That is exactly what I did.

Jumping from rooftop to rooftop, I followed the obvious trail Hiccup had accidentally made all the way to Archers Peak.

I heard the high-pitched supersonic whistling of the Night Fury but didn't worry. The night Fury would never shoot Hiccup.

Yes, there's only one Night Fury, as far as I know. The Night Fury never steals food, never shows itself, and never misses. As far as I've figured, it only helps out during the raids so that less dragons get killed. It destroys as many weapons as possible then leaves before sunrise.

Anyway, when I looked over Archers Peak, the first thing I saw was not Hiccup standing over his crazy contraption. It took my eyes awhile to adjust to the sudden contrasting darkness.

But what caught my eye was the dark shape rapidly falling through the sky, escaping sight somewhere near Raven Point.

Hiccup jumped up from where he had for some reason been sprawled on the ground. He gasped in delight and danced around and cried out joyfully. "I hit it! Yes! Yes, I hit it! Did anybody see that? I hit a Night Fury!"

The shock that hit me was nothing compared to the realization which felt like a slap in the face.

The Night Fury.

No.

No, this was crazy. Crazy and very bad. Not the Night Fury. The dragons need the Night Fury. It is the reason that less dragons have been dying these past few years.

And irony had decided to bite back at me too. To think that the one and only child in the entire village that I had chose, cared fro and guided my best, was the one who shot down the Night Fury.

I had rooted for Hiccup ever since he lost his mother.

I was there to strike at the other teens when they bullied him.

I watched, albeit silently, as he forged on for hours each day.

I made a point to always stay around whenever he got scolded.

On every rare occasion that he had come close to a dragon armed, I had interfered to get him away safely.

This, him shooting down the Night Fury, felt like a betrayal of all the times I had tried to help him.

Hiccup

The net shot up into the air, the force pushing me back. I watched from the ground as the net collided with the dark shape of the Night Fury.

It went down. I scrambled up to watch where it fell before ecstasy took over.

"Oh," I breathed, "I hit it."

The surprise began to settle in. "Yes."

I was practically bouncing with excitement. "Yes, I hit it!"

I jumped and looked around. "Did anybody see that? I hit a Night Fury!"

Unfortunately, the someone wasn't really the kind I had in mind…

Jack

"Aaaaaaaaaaagh!"

I was shocked out of my stupor as Hiccup through ran through me, which is never a pleasant feeling.

A Monstrous Nightmare stopped in front of me. As all animals can see me, it couldn't run through.

When I didn't respond nor react, it merely moved around me and continued chasing after the viking boy.

This slowly brought me back to reality. Hiccup was being chased by a Monstrous Nightmare. Again.

Before helping him, I ignored my conscience and began inspecting his machine. It was overly complicated, as was any thing he built, but was relatively simple in theory. It looked like it simply threw a net and nothing else.

Slightly reassured that the Night Fury was probably alive, I turned my attention back to Hiccup.

It was easy to notice the small silver knife tucked in his belt. The monstrous Nightmare must've spotted it. Goodness, how long would it take for Hiccup to use that big head of his and figure out that most dragons only attacked people with weapons?

Hiccup hid behind a pillar, breathing heavily. I ran forward as the Monstrous Nightmare blew fire straight at the pillar. With a gasp, I stretched my hand out to touch him.

The fire blew around us, but my cold aura just managed to keep the heat at bay.

Hiccup looked over to one side of the pillar. His arm pushed into my hand as he moved, reminding me once again that I couldn't touch him, not really.

The Monstrous Nightmare moved his head from the other side, large yellow eyes staring at me.

"He won't hurt you!" I said to it frantically.

The dragon probably knew me. Most of the dragons from this nest did.

The Monstrous Nightmare decided to believe me. It spat one last spark in Hiccup's direction for a good measure, then flew away.

Hiccup noticed it fly off. I nipped him with some frost to get him away from the charred pillar, with looked like it would collapse any moment.

He stumbled away just in time. The fire won over and it fell to the ground with a huge crash.

Stoick came running up to us from a distance. He looked worried at first, then of course by the time Hiccup had turned around to see him, was angry.

Oh, and there's one more thing you need to know.

Hiccup

I winced as the stone pillar crashed to the ground. The lit torch bowl at the top tumbled off and rolled across the village/battlefield, scattering people.

"Sorry, dad." I muttered.

Yes, Stoick the Vast, chief of Berk, is my father. Shocking, right?

He stared stoicly back at me.

I shuffled my feet. "Um, okay but, but I hit a Night Fury!" I suddenly remembered.

Stoick grabbed me by the back of my vest and began dragging me away.

"Not like the last few times, I really actually hit it!" I rambled, trying to make him listen for once. "I went down, just past Raven Point. We should send a search party—"

"Stop!" he yelled, dropping me. I stumbled but managed not to fall over. "Just, stop." He seethed. "Every time you step outside, disaster happens. Can you not see that I have bigger problems? Winter is here and I have an entire village to feed!"

I couldn't help staring pointedly at the villagers' bulging stomachs. "Well, between you and me, the village could do with a lot less feeding, don't you think?"

Stoick huffed, though subconsciously touching his waist. "This isn't a joke, Hiccup! Why can't you follow the simplest orders?"

"I can't help it, dad! I see a dragon and I just — I gotta do something about it! It's who I am, dad."

He sighed and held his head. "You are many things, Hiccup. But a dragon-killer is not one of them."

I know that tone. That oh-'son'-I'm-so-disappointed-in-you tone. That expression like someone just skimped the meat on his sandwich or something. I could practically hear him complaining about it. 'E'scuse me, barmaid, 'm fraid ya brought me da wrong offspring! I ordered an e'xtra large boy with beefy arms, e'xtra guts and glory on the side! Dis 'ere, dis is a talkin' fishbone!'

Stoick told me to get back inside. I could tell he was in a bad mood. Why wouldn't he be? The raid was over and we'd lost, the dragons had taken a bunch of food. Well, okay, but he didn't have to take his frustrations out on me.

So I told myself, fine. I've had enough of arguing with the oaf that calls himself my father, anyway.

Besides, he didn't tell me to stay there.

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