I've promised myself I'd never write fanfiction. Also, that if I did go crazy and write some, I'd never post it. But here I am. Doing this. But this dumb plot has been building all over itself in my head for pretty much a year and it's getting too long and complicated not to write down, plus I'd like to show what I've thought up to friends and whatever. Basically this is just me trying to make a big modern crossover world of all of my favorite characters and their dumb lives together. So yay. Enjoy. If it's possible to enjoy this crap. why is this so embarrassing

She hadn't had the last week to get into the forest, it didn't matter that it looked like rain. Let it rain. Some cold air and alone time is all Merida needed.

Since she didn't have a proper target to use, a tree would have to do. Preferably a mossy one, the arrows didn't sink into hard wood very well and with only a dozen at her disposal, Merida couldn't afford to damage or lose any. She hated that. Even to do the one thing that could help her unwind, she still had to take precautions. Still, the moment the first arrow met its target, she instantly felt better. Every thunk she heard shot one more stressor out of her mind. The first round was just for everyone she'd been burning to punch lately.

Only four rounds, she'd told herself; but turning back towards home as the drizzle grew heavier, Merida slowly traced her finger down on an arrow again. Her fingers had begun to ache and she half expected Angus to whine at her before remembering she might never hear him again.
"One more. Just one more."

Merida turned back on her target, adjusted for the longer distance, and heard something wrong at the release. A torn fletching was left in her hand.
Shite.
Her head whipped back up at the sound of a yelp, in the direction of the arrow.
SHITE.

Her thoughts and sprinting legs both ran frantically. It could have been an animal. An animal instead of a person would make her feel just as awful, but at least she might not get into trouble for it. Please just be a spooked bird! She looked frantically around where it seemed to have landed. She never missed. Stupid fletchings, stupid arrow. Where was the stupid arrow? What did the stupid arrow hit?

"This yours?" She turned to see the stupid arrow held out to her by a very unsettled and rain-soaked boy.

"I didn't hit you, did I?"

"Called it a little close, but I'm fine." The front of his brown hair stuck to his forehead, making him look as unimpressive as the damaged arrow he handed back. "But, you know, this part of the forest restricts hunting."

Her father had been dabbling in the city council and had complained to the family about the older and more powerful members, placing restrictions on activities all over the area, including the forests. "I wasn't hunting, just shooting. And from what I've heard, the hunting laws are a bit wishy-washy around here."

He looked at her for a moment before asking "You wouldn't happen to know Fergus Dunbroch, would you?"

"He's my dad."

The boy nodded, not surprised. "Yeah, I thought so."

She already knew she wouldn't like this kid. "Why do you know my father?"

"He works with mine. Sort of. My dad's said he doesn't agree on a lot of the newer regulations on hunting, dragons, all that stuff." It was unnatural how skinny this guy managed to look while wearing a hoodie. "And you all came here from Scotland, right?"

She only answered with a questioning,"Yeah..."
He was definitely from her school, always sitting next to the giant blonde guy in Biology (well, the other one. MacGuffin was next to her).

"Your name is something Haddock. Wait, Stoick Haddock... You're Stoick's kid?" Although she hadn't met him, she knew he'd been called a taller, thicker-bearded likeness of her own burly father, and his apparent son looked to her like a young child with too-long limbs. From how he looked back at her, it seemed like he already knew she was thinking it.

"The one and only," he sighed. "And it's Hiccup."

"Well, don't get acting hoity-toity because your daddy's in charge around here. She pointed North-East, where the hunting grounds were, then to where they stood, explaining, "The hunting area's for hunting, this part's for whatever else."

"Actually, the point of a non-hunting area is sort of that nobody uses weapons in it."

The distasteful way he spoke of weapons only got him more onto her nerves. "It's just a sporting bow. And it's not like I let arrows fly willy-nilly. I know how to shoot without hitting anyone."

Hiccup gestured to all of himself, "So...?"

Merida stuck the arrow's end inches from his face and warned, "See this? Fletching tore. I never miss, I never hit anyone. You're fine. Not a big deal."

Scowling at him, she dropped the arrow back into her quiver. He almost immediately turned from flustered to expressionless and spoke dryly back to her.

"Well, sorry if my near-death experience has inconvenienced you. I'll be on my way, carry on with your misdemeanor."
She scoffed as she watched him walk off in the direction of town.

Just that fast, a stupid broken arrow and a stupid skinny boy with a stupid name had undone everything the archery had solved, and just when it was too dark to shoot anymore.

"At least I had some reason to be out here," she called back at him, "Were you trying to catch a cold, or maybe practicing a dramatic monologue?"
Hiccup halted and took a look over his shoulder at her. His glare sparked her bright smile.

"Oh, sorry I've interrupted you. You carry on too, then. Everyone needs a lonely stroll in the rain every once in a while, don't they?"

By the time she'd finished, Hiccup had disappeared behind some thick brush without seeming to listen. Annoying him wasn't quite satisfying enough to make up for the annoyance he'd caused, but all there was left to do now was return home. Merida counted her arrows and started home, hoping her mother wouldn't fret over any mud on her clothes, but knowing she would.