Hi folks! I posted this story on tumblr first and it was well received. Decided to post it here for easy reading and to expand the audience, although I know most of you are probably going to be from tumblr, lmao. Anyways, I finally managed to get this up on this website.

So uh, I really like Hijack/Frostcup, and my life currently revolves around Hiccup, Jack Frost, Merida and Rapunzel being bffs, so this story is kind of the product of it.

this is a fantasy/steampunk-ish AU set in some really dumb universe, idk, i'm pretty much making this world up as I go along - but regardless of that, this idea came to me in the middle of the night a while ago and over the course of the week I began jotting down notes.

Hopefully everyone will enjoy what I have to offer!

Chapter Overview

Rating: K+

Words: 2,360

Author Notes: I'm sorry if this is poop and a tad bit boring, but I wrote this at 2 am and I'm trying to set up the story.I know you all know who Jamie, Sophie, Emma and Cupcake are, but I'm not sure if you know Jamie's other friends - Caleb, Claude, Monty and Pippa. I suggest you look them up before reading.

Prologue

"I got the job at North's Emporium, dad."

Maybe Stoick would care, maybe he wouldn't.

"Hmmph."

Oh. That disgruntled, one syllable response I hear on an hourly basis. Chances are he probably still doesn't like me working at a toy shop when I'm supposed to be using my talent to make weapons.

North's Emporium is the largest toy store on earth, and it doubles as a store and a factory. The workers? Yetis. North has expelled a favorite childhood myth of mine and graciously informed me that elves don't do anything but serve milk and baked goods.

The thing about North is that he's literally the best inventor I've known in my entire sixteen years of living on this planet.

I first got in contact with North back in Berk, days before moving. I was looking for a job to help get me started in Burgess, and hopefully working for someone who loved to bring joy to people of all ages would be the job for me.

Much to my surprise, he was looking for someone with as great of an imagination as he had to come up with designs for new toys. And somehow, after looking at several of my sketchbooks…I got the job. I honestly have no idea what he sees in me, because North's toys are one of the most creative and innovative pieces of technology I have ever had the pleasure of coming across. I'd be lucky to have some of his genius rub off on me when I begin to work for him.

…That is, if my father doesn't pull me out of the job himself and chain me to a pole in my room or something. Stoick is stubborn, and he will not back down from a fight, no matter what kind it is.

That's kind of why I gave up fighting for my personal freedom a long time ago.

"So, uh. I start tomorrow…"

"Go away, Hiccup, I'm busy."

…And, well. Life is always throwing one challenge after the other at me. No break. No mercy. Just…hit after hit. Much like how Stoick's words usually impact me.

I left my father's office without a word and headed straight for my own quarters.

My name is Hunter Haddock III, and not only am I the son of the Baron of Berk, but I'm the heir to a large steam ship and weaponry company that I really, really don't want to inherit.

I now go by "Hiccup," a substitute name of sorts for "Hunter" that was given to me because I'm not the tough, brawny guy my father had imagined me to be since I was first conceived.

My father, Stoick the Vast, is the head of Viking, a very wealthy company. We moved to Burgess to expand the company's outreach. Although he often lets me know how disappointed he is in me and tells me consistently that I shouldn't be his son- and seriously means it - he still expects me to be the one to take his seat at the head of it once he passes on or retires.

You see, I can't fight. I don't really do wars. I'm a scrawny teenager. But the Viking company? It's all about conquering lands and fighting, hence the name. Ever since this whole imperialism thing kicked in, everything is about taking other people's stuff. And I just don't want that kind of company in my hands.

What I'd rather do is ride dragons for the rest of my life.

Dragons are my favorite animals, and, obviously, the center of my life. They live mainly on Berk, where - surprise surprise - we train and ride dragons. They're not as dangerous as they seem.

I should mention that I have a dragon named Toothless. A Night Fury, to be more specific; the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself. Toothless and I have a bond unlike any other. We've been through so much together - including the destruction of a gigantic Green Death that threatened to destroy my city - and it's almost as if we're brothers.

Where's the problem in all this?

Well, the funny thing about dragons is that no one outside Berk actually likes dragons. Everyone else fears them. And the technology and :weapons of my father's company are being used to slay these creatures.

And he doesn't even seem to care.

My father requested I leave Toothless behind when we moved - and so I did, to both protect myself and Toothless. I can visit him at the end of every week, but not being able to see him every day will be difficult. He won't be there to support me when I need it.

It's practically a miracle how, in spite of everything, I still manage to put one foot in front of the other.

I arrived at my room, anticipating the comforting feeling of a soft bed beneath my body.

A window extended across a great portion of my room. I had the luxury of being able to overlook Burgess from the flying ship my father had designed himself. He named it Thor, after the Norse god of thunder - very fitting, as my father was one to make everything asgardian-sized.

Burgess was beautiful at night from where I was standing, and I could feel the excitement that went on within the confines of the city borders just by observing it. I've heard how enchanting of a city it is, with people and cultures and creatures and beings of all kinds residing in it. The thought of exploring it sent shivers down my spine.

I looked down at Burgess, staring long and hard at the buildings below, and in that moment I came upon the realization that the city had so much to offer - so much to give. It felt as if something had been waiting for me to arrive. Like…the city wanted me there. It didn't matter what I was going through at the moment - I just knew that Burgess was where I needed to be.

The moon seemed to glow brighter upon this thought, and I smiled softly. Thoughts of tomorrow began flooding my head and bringing me some much needed, temporary satisfaction with myself.

For once, I felt resolved.

You can never get a break when your name is Jackson Overland Frost. Not in Burgess, at least.

I stared out the window, gazing at the city I was born and raised in. The city of Burgess never sleeps - it's always bustling, always busy. It was nearly the same view I saw every night, and only thing that remotely stuck out to me was the new billboard advertisement for Viking's flying steam ship and weaponry company.

A giant red headed man with a large beard was on the sepia screen, chatting away about the various sizes of ships and all the different new weapons he had to offer for taking down werewolves and dragons and other terrifying monsters only found in areas outside Burgess.

Baron Stoick the Vast was his name I think. He'd been on the news often lately…apparently he was the Baron of Berk - a settlement more commonly known as the City of Dragons - and the Baron and his son moved to town to establish their embassy here.

More rich to take up space for the poor.

I sighed and hopped off the windowsill, facing the scene of my sister playing with the other orphans I had grown to love and call my family.

Cupcake was snuggled up in an arm chair reading an old fairytale about a unicorn, the small pink bow adorning her hair moving up and down as she giggled. Monty was in the next seat, messing with some sort of contraption he pulled out of a boxed set, and Claude and Caleb were both enthusiastically chatting about what they'd do if they owned a steambot. Pippa was quietly browsing through the old bookshelf next to them - books she's probably read ten times before, but the orphanage didn't have much to offer.

My eyes fell upon Emma and Jamie, playing with a stuffed dragon and what appeared to be Sophie's fairy doll. Sophie was clinging to Jamie, curious about what they were roleplaying. "Beauty and the Beast. She just turned the prince into a dragon." Emma told her, and Sophie clapped her hands.

It would have been a very warm and comforting scene if I hadn't known that Mother Gothel would be storming into the den soon. It would be 9:45. She'd shoo them all off to bed and then sneak out to go get herself a couple of drinks at the pub a couple of blocks away.

Life in Mother Gothel's orphanage wasn't so bad once you knew how the woman herself operated. I had spent six years in the dreadful building under her miserable care, albeit thankful that I had a decent place to live.

I was placed into the orphanage with my younger sister Emma at the tender age of eleven. We were the first to be placed in the renovated building at the time, since it'd been recently put into the hands of Mother Gothel.

My parents lost their lives due a rare illness, unfortunately. I still dwell on it to this day. But because Emma was only two years old when she lost them, I…I had made myself a life-long promise to protect her with my life, and to serve as her parental figure. No one else was fit the job anyway - and no one else is fit for the job today either. In case it wasn't clear before, Mother Gothel isn't really that much of a mother.

It's why I'm aiming to get rich once I leave this place. I want to put all these children into safe homes or into the best orphanages, they can't live their life like I did.

The problem with my brilliant plan, though, is that there's no way I can set it off.

I'm notorious among the lower class of Burgess - my 'annoying' desire to have fun whenever possible and my ever strong, thrill-seeking personality has gotten me into trouble with many people. My track record caught up with me, and in the worst possible way - no one will employ me in fear that I might cause trouble for the people I'd have to work with. It's completely fair to come to the conclusion that I brought that on myself.

So I'm seventeen, penniless and without a job. The biggest problem I currently face, however, would be my next birthday - once I turn eighteen, I will be kicked out the orphanage. I won't be able to care for myself, and worse - I won't be able to care for Emma and Jamie and Sophie and all the other orphans I would never dream of leaving in Mother Gothel's hands. Alone.

I cringed at my own thoughts, and as if on cue, Mother Gothel pranced into the room.

"Alright, bed time, everyone! Mumsy's got many things to do tomorrow, and she doesn't need you awake to interfere with them." The dark haired woman pinched Sophie's cheek. "Goodnight, sweetheart," She cooed, before Sophie forced herself from Gothel's hold and darted up the stairs.

I was the only one left in the room with Gothel, picking up the toys the others neglected to clean up. It wasn't a problem. Kids will be kids.

The worst part about the silence was that I could hear Gothel approaching me from behind. It almost made me shudder.

"You are entirely too nice, Jack. Especially for one of your age and…nature," Gothel commented, crossing her arms.

"I guess you could say that," I replied. I didn't want to talk to her.

"It's really a shame you can't find a job to support yourself."

I clutched the stuffed dragon in my hand in anger. My day always ended like this. With her talking about my future and the like. "You don't need to remind me of my failures all the time," I didn't turn to face her as I picked up one of Claude's toy race cars, "It'd be really nice if you could support me, though. You don't need to pay me anything, just putting in a nice word for one of the people at the bar you go to every night would earn me a spot as a bartender."

I turned just in time to see the expression on her face, and I smirked. "I know about your drinking problem, Gothel. And I know that the people of Burgess would not stand for someone who leaves kids home alone while they—"

"Quiet, Jack. Whatever you're saying is complete nonsense." The dark haired woman looked at me in contempt. "And I am your mother, boy. You will refer to me as such."

I closed my mouth. I knew when I said enough to get her to stop putting me down.

She sighed, rubbing her temples, and her angered expression fell away. "Anyway, I will be gone for the next three days, contrary to your belief. I have to visit a friend of mine with whom I have business with. He's taken an interest in adopting one of his own…and he's quite wealthy." She smirked. I stared at her, because I couldn't believe it. She was actually leaving the orphanage for our benefit.

"I trust you will watch them for me. There should be enough food to last you that long for three days, but I left some money on my desk in my office if you should need it." Mother Gothel continued, putting on her shawl.

I only nodded, attempting to conceal my happiness at this news.

"Go on upstairs, and don't wake them up and tell them where I've gone until the morning. I have some last minute packing to do before I leave for the train," She tousled my head of hair, and I scowled. She simply grinned. "Goodnight."

With a twist of her heel, she was gone.

I sprinted up the steps and into my room, anticipating the next day's events as I pictured them in my head. Mother Gothel was gone, and that provided us with the much deserved and needed freedom we craved since the beginning of our lives at the orphanage.

I flopped onto my flimsy mattress, sinking into the worn furniture and staring at the ceiling with what I was sure was a very stupid grin.

I felt like doing something amazing for the children - something that would make them smile from ear to ear, and something Mother Gothel definitely wouldn't dream of doing.

And that was it.

I was going to take all of the kids downtown shopping with Mother Gothel's money.