Okay, really short chapter. But it's a double update, so...no harm done, right? Hope you enjoy!
Hiccup
I stepped into Gryffindor common room with Merida and Jack practically sprinting upstairs to change and grab their brooms. Punzie followed behind me, carrying her broom daintily. She had changed out of her skirt and robes into a pair of tight pants and a loose shirt meant for flying. I stayed in my over sized robes and dress pants.
"Why haven't you changed, Hiccup?" She asked.
"I don't need to." I said.
Rapunzel frowned and I gave a lopsided grin. "I'm already wearing flying gear under my cloak."
She nodded slowly. "Where's you broom?"
"Oh yeah." I said. "Accio Broom" I recited, waving my ebony wand.
A dark brown broom flew in the doorway of Gryffindor common room, straight into my hands. I staggered slightly at the impact, but remained standing. I grasped the elm handle, the feeling of polished wood familiar in my hands.
Merida came down the stairs first, wearing her Quidditch uniform except for her usual leather gloves. Her cherry wood broom was polished to perfection as she bounced on the balls of her feet. Jack came down the stairs in a similar outfit to Rapunzel's, only with Gryffindor colours.
"Great." Merida declared. "Let's go!"
We reached the Quidditch pitch only minutes later. Thanks to Merida's brisk pace, I had to jog nearly the whole way there. Merida was the first to mount her broom, rising up into the air almost the instant we reached the pitch. I sat down on a bench on the edge of the field and discarded my cloak, revealing the same flying gear I had worn while flying with Toothless this morning. I tightened my prosthetic and stood. I grabbed my broom and mounted, kicking off the ground as I soared straight up into the sky.
The feeling of freedom returned yet again. I felt the cool air snap me away from any morose thoughts I had been thinking earlier. I focused instead on the new feeling of slight unbalance on my left side due to the heavy prosthetic. I wonder if I could do something about that...
"Hey Chief!" Merida called me by my old Quidditch nickname. "What are you doing?"
"I'm testing out my balance. First time I've been on a broom for weeks." I pulled my journal out of my pocket and held it out in front of me, balancing my broomstick with only my legs, as I had learned to do with Toothless. I pulled a charcoal stick out as well and began writing down some new ideas for a lighter, more efficient prosthetic.
If there was a way to somehow compact the condensed spring's inside, or hollow out the pedal to make more room-
I could sense, more than hear a slight disturbance in the air behind me, and knew that someone was trying to sneak up behind me. I smiled to myself. When I heard them beginning to lurch forward I dropped ten feet, using only my knees to steer.
"Shoot!" I heard Merida call above me. I saw her barreling past me above my head and I laughed, snapping my book closed hiding it yet again deep in my robes. I could hear Jack laughing even louder than I was from down below.
"Are you okay Mer?" Rapunzel called from below, though I could tell she too was stifling a giggle.
"How did you know I was coming up behind you?" Merida asked.
"It's a second sense as a Seeker. Besides, you're always trying to see whats in my journal, it wasn't really a shock."
Jack and Rapunzel flew up to meet us in the air. Rapunzel kept her death grip on her broom, convinced that if she let go it would buck her off like a horse and she'd plummet to her death. Jack looked relaxed, though he appeared a bit more tense than usual.
"How about a race?" Jack asked.
"You're on, Frosty." Merida said.
Frosty? The name sounded familiar, like I had heard it before. Frosty sounded an awful lot like...Frosti. Jack Frost sounded very similar to Jokul Frosti, an old Norse legend. He did fit the description perfectly, white hair and icy blue eyes. But Jack wasn't...he could't be... Really?
"Hiccup, you in?" Jack asked.
I tore my gaze from his face. "Yeah, sure." I mumbled and pulled in line between him and Merida.
Could Jackson Overland Frost really be Jokul Frosti, the old winter spirit? That wasn't possible, completely impossible. Turning into a dragon six times your size is impossible. A voice said in the back of my mind. I live in a world of magic, nothing was impossible here.
"Ready, set, go!" Rapunzel's voice cried out.
I leaned forward, keeping my body close to the handle of my broom. I instantly pulled ahead from Merida and Jack, leaving them behind in a rush of wind. When I was a good distance ahead of them, I slowed down just enough to stay ahead of them. I passed the finish line and pulled a sharp left turn, turning around to face them as they rushed past me, Merida clearly in the lead.
"Haha!" Merida said. "I won! In your face Overland!"
"What about me?" I asked, a faint smile playing on my lips.
"We all knew you were gonna win." Merida brushed me off. "The real contest was between Frost and I, and I won!"
Merida's celebration was cut short when a huge roar could be heard above the din of our voices. It came from the Forbidden Forest, and it sounded an awful lot like a Night Fury's roar. It resounded across the quidditch pitch, silencing everyone. The roar came again, this time desperate and pleading.
"Toothless." I muttered. I descended instantly, leaving my broom on the ground, not bothering to pick anything up. I wasn't thinking clearly. The broom obviously would have been faster than I was on two legs.
I sprinted towards the Forbidden forest, only one thought trapped in my head. I could hear everybody descending behind me, calling for me to wait. I paid them no heed, all I could think about was getting to my best friend.
I needed to get to Toothless.