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. I'll try to keep the updates consistent.

Chapter Seven

Dragon Training The Way We Know It

Hiccup

"Welcome to dragon training!" Gobber announced, pulling up the metal gate.

Rubbing my eyes, I trailed behind the other teens into the arena. I hadn't gotten much sleep last night, most of it had been spent lying awake and thinking about the Night Fury and this dragon training.

But I didn't want to kill dragons. And even if I would've been sure I wouldn't survive dragon training before, I definitely wasn't sure of it now.

"Keep up, Hiccup!" Gobber called. I groaned as they all turned to look at me.

"Oh, great." Tuffnut groaned. "Who invited him?"

"Let's get started!" Gobber yelled. I was mildly relieved by the interruption. "Remember, the recruit that does best will win the honor of killing his first dragon in front of the entire village!"

"Yeah, honor." I muttered.

Jack

Snotlout laughed. "Hey, Hiccup already killed a Night Fury, so does that disqualify him?" He mocked.

I glared at him and touched his shoulder with my staff. Frost stung his shoulder and he jumped practically a foot in the air with a yelp.

Gobber walked across the doors. "Behind these doors are a just a few of the dragons you will learn to fight. Like, the Gronckle."

He turned the handle and the bolts slid open.

"Whoa, aren't you going to teach us first?" Snotlout demanded worriedly.

"I believe in learning on the job." He grinned evilly.

"Seriously Gobber?" Hiccup whined. "Again?"

The Gronckle suddenly ploughed the doors open and burst into the ring.

"Today is about survival!" Their instructor called. "See how long you can stay in the game!"

There was a mad scurry for weapons. I was glad to see Hiccup duck out of danger behind a row of shields.

"Quick, what's the first thing you're going to need?" Gobber called.

"A doctor." I muttered.

"A shield." Astrid cried.

"Shields! Yes! Go!" He yelled, pointing at her.

They all ran to the shields as the Gronckle narrowed his beady eyes at them.

Astrid, Fishlegs and Snotlout scurried out of the way with their shields, leaving the twins still there arguing.

"That's my shield!"

"There are dozens of shields, get another one!"

"You get another one!"

"Don't kill them." I told the Gronckle, pointing towards them. He fired two shots at the shield between them then moved on.

"Ruffnut, Tuffnut, you're out!" Gobber called.

Yeah, I know how dragon training works and help out. How do you think so many amateur recruits manage to survive training?

"Every dragon has a limited number of shots per day!" Gobber yelled, as the Gronckle randomly followed the teens around the ring. "Who knows how many a Gronckle has?"

"Five?" Asked Snotlout.

"No, six!" Fishlegs cried happily.

"Ding, ding, ding! Give the boy prize!" I yelled. Nobody heard me, though. Obviously.

"Right, six!" Gobber said, making him happy for about a second. "That's one for each of you!"

I took that as my cue to direct a hit at Fishlegs' shield.

"Fishlegs, you're out!" Gobber called. "And Hiccup, get out there!"

Hiccup poked his head out the top them quickly ducked back down again as the other remaining two recruits ran past him.

"Hiccup!" Gobber called again.

"I'm surviving, though, aren't I?" Hiccup called back.

Gobber shook his head. "Those shields are also good for another thing, kids. Noise."

The three of them began to bang on their shields, making the Gronckle shake it's head in confusion.

"Make lot's of it." Gobber continued. "Throw the dragon off it's game."

"Hey, Astrid," Snotlout spoke through the noise, throwing her his most charming smile (which really wasn't that charming). "You know, I just moved into my parents basement, you should come—"

"Please just shut him up." I told the Gronckle. He obliged.

"Snotlout, you're out!" Gobber yelled.

"So, I guess it's just you and me, right?" Hiccup smiled weakly at Astrid.

"Nope, just you." I told him, pointing at Astrid. She ducked away from the blast, but got her shield knocked away.

"Hiccup!" Gobber cried as the Gronckle chased him around the ring.

The Gronckle managed to back him up against the wall.

"Don't you dare!" I yelled at him.

He stopped, giving Hiccup the chance to push him off and run out of the way. The Gronckle blasted the wall near to him.

Gobber grabbed it. "And that's six. Go back to bed you overgrown sausage."

He locked the door to the cage. "You'll get another chance, don't you worry."

Hiccup was still breathing heavily, eyes fixated on the spot that the Gronckle had last shot.

"And remember," he said, walking up to Hiccup. "A dragon will always, always, go for the kill."

Hiccup stood and walked out of the arena.

"So why didn't you?" he muttered.

For some reason, I didn't think he had been talking about the Gronckle.

Hiccup

"Why didn't you?" I repeated, staring at the ropes I had cut the day before.

I trudged on, thinking.

Somehow, I ended up following a trail of black scales sparsely scattered on the ground. All the way to the special cove I used to go to…

There it was.

I stood on the ledge above and watched him.

The Night Fury really wasn't that black, I could still see the deep blue reflection of light glinting and highlighting his scales.

Right then, it kept struggling to climb the walls. It flapped violently, then peeled away to a rough landing.

The dragon was, somehow, trapped.

I watched as the Night Fury, exhausted and frustrated, leapt into the air again and again, beating its wings furiously. Again and again, it rolled uncontrolled and crashed heavily.

Jack

Hiccup scurried to draw the image, as if remembering to snap a picture.

I was tempted to fly down to the Night Fury, and try to ask it why it didn't just fly away, but I didn't.

It was also the first time for me to see the Night Fury up close. It didn't live back at Dragon Island with the others, supposedly hating the nest and it's controlling ways.

So right then, the dragon was almost as much a danger as it was to Hiccup. Which usually wouldn't be much, considering how intelligent it was, but I shudder to think how mad it must've been at the person who shot him down by then.

The Night Fury clawed at the steep rock walls, trying climb out of the cove. It slipped again and fell hard, crushing several saplings. The poor dragon rolled back to it's feet and slowly crawled to the water's edge, looking weakened.

"Why don't you just, fly away?" Hiccup asked aloud.

Then he froze (no pun intended) and stared at his drawing for a second before rubbing out one tailfin.

I gasped. It's tail was broken. No wonder it couldn't fly.

Hiccup seemed to have similar qualms, staring horrified at the dragon.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

Hiccup

The dragon turned to stare at me. Those huge, green eyes. Now it was more menacing, it had been badly hurt by me, after all.

The Night Fury growled. I stood as still as I could, not wanting to scare it any more than I already had.

We both stood there, staring at each other, green ayes staring at green, before it finally nodded faintly and turned away.

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