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.

These coming few chapters will be focused on How To Train Your Dragon. Sorry this is a little late, I'll try to keep the updates consistent.

Chapter Six

Changing Minds

Jack

"One more search. One more try before the ice sets in. Who's with me?"

Cue awkward silence.

You see, Stoick the idiotic, was trying to convince enough villagers for another nest hunting mission. Another ridiculously suicidal attempt to find and destroy their island.

Their failures may or may not have been partly my fault, but that's not the point.

"Come on." Stoick groaned.

"But those ships never come back." Someone said.

"It's too dangerous." Said another.

"We're vikings!" Stoick told them with exasperation. "It's an occupational hazard."

There were muffled murmuring of disagreement.

Just finish this already, I silently whined, getting bored. Hiccup was already out there looking for the Night Fury. I wanted to follow him, but it was more important to know whether the idiot chief would attempt another mission.

"Fine then." Stoick resigned. Just as I was about to yell 'Finally!' and jump out the window, he continued. "Those who stay, will look after Hiccup."

"To the ships!"

"I'm with you, Stoick!"

"We'll show them!"

"Drive them out once and for all!"

The uproar! Practically everyone in the hall was shouting enthusiastically, and I could barely stay still without anyone going partway through me. Come on, people, Hiccup wasn't that bad!

Stoick chuckled and let them stream out. "That's more like it."

I felt my heart go heavy. Another nest mission. Super.

I didn't intend to stick around much longer, a nest mission would mean that I needed to fly back to their nest to warn the dragons so that they wouldn't accidentally lead the vikings to that very place, and the trip would barely allow me back before dusk.

But I heard Stoick mention dragon training to Gobber and stopped for awhile. Great. And while Gobber's busy at the arena, Hiccup can look after the forge. Sharp blades, hot metal, plenty of time to himself, what could possibly go wrong?

Imagine my surprise when Gobber said those very words, though in a much less flattering tone.

Stoick looked like he was getting a headache. "What am I going to do with him, Gobber?"

"Put him in dragon training." Gobber told him, freezing me in my tracks. (No pun intended)

"What!" I yelled, flying over to them. "You can't be serious!"

I didn't usually waste my voice speaking aloud since, like right then, they couldn't hear me.

Stoick gave him a deadpanned look. "I'm serious."

"So am I!" Gobber argued.

"He'll be killed before you let the first dragon out of his cage."

"No he won't." I told Stoick with a glare. "I won't let them."

Gobber rolled his eyes at his friend. "You don't know that."

"Yes, actually, I do." Stoick shot back.

"No, you don't!" Gobber insisted. "I know it's hard to accept, but you won't always be there to protect him, you've got to prepare him. He's going to get out there again. He's probably out there now."

Darn right he is. And I don't have time to go see him now that you idiots decided to take another suicide mission! I thought furiously.

Stoick contemplated it for awhile. He got up and left the hall without another word.

Hiccup

I cursed myself again and again as I tramped through the next bit of the forest.

The world hates me, I sighed. Some people lose their pen or their mug, no not me! I managed to lose an entire dragon!

I angrily slapped a low flimsy branch out of my way only for it to bend right back and smack me in the face.

"Ow!" I yelled.

Something growled. I froze, and approached the noise cautiously.

It was somewhere behind the boulder. Slowly, I crawled over, and quickly ducked back down when I saw what it was.

The Night Fury! Finally!

I fumbled my belt for the small silver knife I had been carrying since leaving the house earlier with my catapult and nervously walked up to it.

The dragon's eyes flickered open. Large, round, crystal green eyes.

He stared at me. Knowingly. Go ahead, it seemed to say. Put me out of my misery, you who shot me out of the sky.

I lowered my knife.

"I did this." I whispered. Shame washed over me. How could I be so ready to kill a living creature, all for glory? How? What kind of terrible person was I?

Looking around to make sure I was alone, I made my decision and began cutting the ropes as quickly and carefully as I could.

Suddenly, as the last rope was cut, the Night Fury caught me on unawares and pounced.

It held me against the boulder. We were both breathing heavily, me with fear and exhilaration for my actions.

We stared into each others' eyes once again.

What are you waiting for? I must've been asking him. Aren't you going to punish me for hurting you?

Maybe it had worked the same way. The Night Fury decided to roar at me at a deafening volume and nothing more as it ran off.

I clambered up, shocked at the events that just took place, and attempted to stumble a few paces away before dropping my knife and collapsing into darkness.

Jack

The sun was already setting by the time I made it back.

It came as a surprise that Hiccup was not in his house. Even more so, when I found him lying on the ground in the middle of the forest.

"Hiccup?" I gasped, realizing that he had fainted, and not been simply knocked out or taking a nap.

I kneeled down next to him and immediately noticed the limp ropes lying on the ground nearby.

What happened?

I turned my attention back to Hiccup and made cold frost spread out beneath him. "Hiccup, wake up." I told him, even though he obviously couldn't hear me.

"Hiccup." I nudged him with my icy staff again. "Hiccup. C'mon, wake up."

Hiccup

"C'mon, Hiccup. Wake up. Wake up, Hiccup!"

I jerked awake. The ground beneath me was full of frost, even though I could've sworn it had been just dry grass when I fainted before.

"I'm awake." I muttered to no one in particular. It wasn't the first time I'd been hearing voices. It had happened a few times before. I was sure it had been hallucinations, because no one was ever there.

I stood, picked up my knife, and tucked it into my belt. A small tool like that was always handy after all.

It seemed to suddenly go dark. I frowned, realizing how long I'd been out.

The previous events hit me, and I suddenly felt ready to faint again, but I decided that I wouldn't.

Instead, I would tell my father that I realized he was right about me (though not adding why I suddenly thought so) and continue as if I had never really even shot down the Night Fury in the beginning.

Or I could just delay it until morning…

Jack

I followed him home first. Hiccup snuck through one of his secret exits and tiptoed as fast and quietly as he could up the stairs.

Unfortunately, Stoick turned around in time to see him.

"Hiccup."

Hiccup stopped at his father's emotionless voice, wincing. Then he sighed. "I need to talk with you."

I frowned curiously. What did he want to talk about?

Stoick nodded. "I need to speak with you too, son."

I huffed. This, I knew about. Dragon training. Why, won't Hiccup be absolutely thrilled.

They faced each other and immediately spoke at the same time.

"I think it's time you learn to fight dragons."

"I've decided I don't want to fight dragons."

Then they stared at each other and spoke simultaneously. "Wait, what?"

I gaped, looking back and forth between them.

Did Hiccup just say what I thought he said?

Stoick wrinkled his forehead. "You go first."

"No, no you go first." Hiccup said earnestly.

"Okay." Stoick rubbed his hands together nervously. "You get your wish. Dragon training. You start tomorrow."

"Ah, man, I should've gone first." Hiccup said, wincing. "Because, um, I just realized we, uh, we have a surplus of dragon-fighting vikings but do we have any, er, bread-making vikings? Or, uh, small home-repair vikings?"

"Son…"

"I don't want to fight dragons." He admitted, letting his wildly animating hands fall.

My mind spun. Was it possible… that he really had cut the Night Fury loose? Had he finally realized that his destiny did not lie in the field of killing after all?

That was… that was the miracle revelation I had been waiting for.

Stoick, on the other hand, seemed to think Hiccup was joking. He chuckled softly in a vaguely amused way. "Of course you do."

Hiccup winced again. "Okay, correction; dad, I can't kill dragons!"

"But you will kill dragons!" Stoick told him with a weirdly happy grin.

Hiccup looked lost. "No, I'm really positively sure I won't."

"This is serious, son!" He snapped. "There's enough trouble as it is! I want no more of this." He gestured both hands at Hiccup.

Hiccup looked hurt. "But you just gestured to all of me."

"Yes. Deal?" Stoick growled.

How could you say that to your own son? I almost screamed.

"This conversation is feeling very one-sided." Hiccup whined helplessly.

"Deal?" Stoick repeated forcefully.

Hiccup sighed in defeat, eyes downcast and hurt. "Deal."

"Good." Stoick said briskly, as if he hadn't just forced his son into a terrible deal. "Train hard. I'll be back. Probably."

"That's it?" I said aloud. "You're not even going to tell him that you're going on a nest hunt?"

Hiccup suddenly looked up. "Dad, are you going on a nest hunt?"

He looked back emotionlessly. "Yes."

"Oh." He said in a small voice.

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