Ok so i've actually had this ready since like... last week

but

i've been so freaking busy it's not even funny :(

but there SHOULD be many tonight.

These are unbeta'd since fanfiction is trolling Melting Angels and i :(

Enjoy peepz!

God Help the outcasts - hunchback of Notre Damme

Jack Sighed and Sat down, his legs curled under him as he looked up to the clear Starry night. How many times had he sat here, all alone in the woods in the middle of the night with no-one to listen to him or to just keep him Company? The stone under him was hard and unforgiving, ice and frost coated the floor and trees around him from his angered outburst. Blue eyes watched the Skies and smiled sadly. He'd never Spoken to the moon before, not once believing he'd heard the moon that night. 50 years he'd been at this. 50 years of silence. 50 years of painful, mind numbing cold and Solitude. He'd been running through the words in his head and now he was going to try. He'd landed in a cold island, Berk he'd heard it being called. There was a temple nearby where the villagers used music to Speak to their Viking gods. Jack paid no mind to it as he looked to his hands and took a breath.

"I don't know if you can hear me,

or if your even there.

I don't know if you would listen, to a gypsies prayer.

Yes I know I'm just an outcast, I shouldn't speak to you.

Still I see your face and wonder, where you once an outcast too?"

Jack froze as the words filled the air around him, his mouth open but his words were still In his throat. His words had not left him and yet he was hearing them. Looking around he spotted a small cliff face with a figure stood on it, head tilted toward the moon, a mop of auburn hair bathed in silver light. Taking a deep breath jack looked away and finally sang.

"God help the outcasts

hungry from birth

show them the mercy,

they don't find on earth"

"Gods help my people, we look to you still

Gods help the outcasts, or no-body will." Jack let his eyes slide shut as the other continued

"They as for wealth, They ask for fame, they ask for glory to shine on their name. They ask for love, they can possess, they ask the gods and their angels to bless them while-" Jack cut the other off this time.

"I ask for nothing, I can get by, but I know so many, less lucky than I."

"Please help my people, the poor and down trod."

"I thought we all were, the children of gods." They both sang, in perfect harmony and timing, a warmth spread through jack's chest. A kindred spirit it seems.

"Gods help the outcasts-"

"Children of gods." Jack let his eyes open again and looked toward the other, his soft smile fell when he realised the other was looking in his direction before a hand ran through hair and the figure was gone.

"Hey wait!" Jack jumped up and grabbed his staff, taking to the air before landing on the cliff the figure had been on. Jack sighed and looked back to the moon. "Help them. Whoever they were, they needed you more than me. Please... I don't know why you put me here and I doubt I'm gonna find out any time soon. But please, help the person that was stood here." Jack sighed and his head dropped to his chest before a twig snapped behind him and he span round to see the figure from before.

"Who are you?" a male voice drifted over to the winter spirit and Jack gripped his staff, disbelief running through him.

"J- Jack. Jack frost." he stammered, so unused to being asked questions. The other's shoulders dropped and a deep sigh was heard.

"So the gods listened and made me insane. When I asked if you would listen I didn't mean Loki." he muttered and Jack smiled.

"Yeah I'm not made up. I'm real." Jack leant on his staff, his head resting on his arm, pale hands gripping the wood tightly. The auburn haired boy, for that's all he looked really as he was far to short to be a fully grown Viking, tilted his head slightly and Jack smiled again, this boy seemed just like him in nearly every way. Short, skinny, alone...

"Why then are you named Jokul Frosti?" Jack blinked.

"say what now? Jokoo who?" the boy snickered and looked toward the moon, green eyes were bright, even in the darkness and jack felt goosebumps rise on his arms.

"Jokul Frosti... Jack frost. You.. you sa-" the boy cut himself off, a laugh escaping him and Jack smirked, this kid was easy to amuse it seemed. "Oh man, that's by far the best thing I've heard all week... then again this is the first conversation all week." Jack frowned.

"Isn't it the end of the week?" he asked and the boy nodded, silence fell over the two again and jack bit his lip, the other swinging his arms. "What's your name?"

"Huh?" the other's head tilted slightly again and jack smiled, standing up straight.

"Your name. You know mine, I thought it was only fair I know yours." The white haired male grinned, causing the shorter one of the two to frown.

"Oh.. uh. Hiccup. My name's Hiccup." Jack raised an eyebrow.

"Hiccup? You don't look like a hiccup." Hiccup folded his arms causing jack to flinch and realize he'd insulted the boy. "Ah no I don't mean like that.. I mean.. isn't that what people usually call mistakes or something? I'm saying you don't look like a mistake.. I've made it worse." Jack wiped a hand over his face and rubbed the back of his head.

"Yeah well... I am." Jack froze and looked toward Hiccup. The boy was looking down at his feet and jack could see the un-shed tears in his eyes. Without thinking he walked over and wrapped his arms around the boy, silently cheering when he didn't go through him. The boy stiffened and Jack held him.

"Your not a hiccup or a mistake. You seem to me rather smart and nice." Jack spoke softly and Hiccup relaxed slightly before pulling back, Jack looked down and realised the boy was tanned, freckles adorned his face and crooked teeth were suddenly showed to him.

"Thank you Jack."

"Any time Short-stack." Hiccup froze this time and Jack grinned. "I said Hiccup didn't suit you so I'm giving you another name... Even better! Your a Viking right?" Hiccup blanched at this, his mouth opening and closing a few times.

"Um.. I guess so?"

"Then i'm calling you Dragon Boy." Hiccup's eyes widened and Jack smiled.

"But we kill dragons!" Jack rested his staff on his shoulders, the smaller boy stepped closer, a few inches shorter.

"But you don't even believe your a Viking. I'd rather be a dragon boy than a fish." Hiccup blinked, utterly confused and jack laughed. "Come on Dragon boy, I believe this is a start to a beautiful friendship." Hiccup gaped at him again.

"Whatever you say Frost-butt." Jack laughed before the two settled down.

Far above them the moon shone down, silver rays bathing the two and a tall man with silver hair and grey eyes smiled as he watched.

"Probably not what either of you meant, but at least you can be outcasts together."