A/N: Hello. I don't know what to say other than this is my first crossover yaoi pairing fic. I've recently come into contact with the pairing Frostcup and decently liked it. So, yeah. This is the product of my strangeness. It'll start off slow like this at first, but, if enough people like it, I'll continue. I don't own HTTYD or ROTG. Warning for crappy writing.

"How has your day been?"

To anyone, this would be completely pathetic. But, honestly, it's the most normal thing he has ever done. From the time he was born, he had noticed how social humans were to one another. How the kids on the playground would walk up to complete strangers and introduce themselves. All except for him; whom everyone avoided as if he were an incurable disease.

So, being human like the rest of the children, he decided he needed someone to talk to other than his plush dragon toy. He had tried to talk to the toy once before and his father worried for the boy's mental health. Instead, he began talking to a bird.

The bird wasn't all that cute and it didn't talk back, but, it was living, breathing, and willing to listen it seemed. That is, until it flew away at the feeling of the child's warm breath. He sighed and hugged his toy dragon, watching as his last chance of making a friend flew up into the darkened clouds. Silently, he relaxed into his overly puffed coat and his face almost disappeared. The thick snow on the ground began soaking the boy's pants, yet, he still didn't get up. No, it was too embarrassing to even try. He'd rather hide in his giant coat than go sit on the bench and be seen by the other children, setting himself as an easy bully target.

He had tried many times before to find a friend; someone to talk to and come home with to watch television or play board games. But, as soon as he approached another human, they brushed him off and called him by a term he knew as 'mistake', 'runt'. There were times he, and at times his father, thought of him as a mistake. And there were occasions where he could be considered the runt of the litter.

The term stuck to him like a slug's slim on the road and, after a while, he began to forget his real name.

Footsteps quietly approached him, making him bit his bottom lip in fear that it was a bully. His buck teeth cut into his chin and his eyes closed tightly as the footsteps stopped right in front of him. He could feel himself shaking and at that moment, he wished he was a turtle. A turtle with a small shell so nobody would be able to notice him in this snow. He began to press himself further into his coat, bracing for the worst when –

"I like your dragon."

What? Had he just heard that correctly? Slowly, he lifted his head up to stare at the owner of the strange comment. He smiled at the small boy, brown eyes twinkling happily. This child, he hardly had anything on! A pair of shorts, a sweatshirt; where were his parents? He held out a hand to the wannabe turtle.

"Do you wanna go play?" He asked, pulling the grape flavored lollipop out of his mouth.

Who was he? Did he know anything about him? Was this a trick someone was playing on him? He raised an eyebrow at the brunette, hesitantly taking his hand. "Okkaayy…what's your name?"

"My names Jack!" He said proudly. "Jackson Overland! What's your name?"

With a tug of the arm, the smaller of the two now stood on both his feet. He rubbed his running nose on his sleeve and shuffled his feet, his forest green eyes staring down at the snow. "H-Hiccup." He said, not as proudly as the other. "Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the third."

"Haddock? Like, the fish?"

Hiccup nodded, trying not to break out in a smile. Mainly, when people heard his full name, they focused on the first one. How the meaning of the term fit him so well and how they could use it against him. Knowing that this child might haven't had heard the term before made him flutter for a moment. "Yeah, like the fish."

"I like fish sticks."

Other children and their parents watched as the two played on the swings, slid down the slides, and climbed back up as best they could. Little Jackson eventually convinced the fish child to try his strength at the monkey bars. With skinny, noodle arms and small, boney hands, he grabbed a hold of the first bar and hoisted himself up only to fall a second later. The other children laughed and pointed, making Hiccup wish he was back at the base of the tree hiding in his gigantic winter coat. His new friend glared at the others and helped him to his feet. They repeated this process several times before the smaller one finally got the hang of it. And this is where they stayed; talking to each other while hanging off the bars nobody else wanted to touch. They talked about simple things. Pets, birthdays, favorite things to do, favorite things to eat. He learned that the brown-eyed boy was seven, a year older than himself, didn't have any pets, loved playing in the snow, and hot dogs were his meal of choice; covered with mustard and ketchup. The other didn't learn that much about his smaller companion; only that he stuttered, he liked drawing, and French fries with chocolate shakes were amazing together.

He chuckled at the child's attempt hide his face and patted him on the head. In the right light, he could see natural red highlights in his hair. It was stunning and reminded him quickly of falling autumn leaves.

Hiccup trembled under his hand from the cold, looking over at the group of bullies that started making their way toward them.

He had known the group practically since birth and dreaded every moment his father had a business party. Snotlout was the leader of them. His nose stuck up like a pig and his face puffed out as if he had oranges in his cheeks. At the age of four, the brunette proclaimed that the bully's name would be Snotface. When he screamed in anger, it was changed to Snotlout. At first, the child meant to say loud but, due to him having a cold that day, the word accidentally came out as 'lout'.

By his sides were Tuffnut and Ruffnut; twins that constantly had their hands curled into fists and dumb grins on their faces. They received their names after giving him his first black eye and split lip at around five years old.

He sighed as the three pointed and laughed, causing the attention of Jack. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the little mistake." The pig nosed boy said.

Hiccup just stared back for a moment, trying to will his body to move. He opened his mouth but nothing came out. This gave the group something to laugh at before turning to the new face. "Who are you? Don't you know what he is?"

Jackson shrugged. "He's a kid named after a bodily function. Although, I think he might be a turtle." He looked down to see the boy hiding in his coat. "Are you a turtle?"

"No…" The other whispered, looking into his brown eyes.

With a nod, he turned back to the odd eight year old and tried his hardest to make his nose stick up so he could mock him. "He's not a turtle. He's a kid like all of us."

The twins laughed and began pounding their fists into their hands. Oh, his head was spinning just thinking about the beating. In a matter of seconds, his eye would be black and the taste of iron would overpower his mouth. He closed his eyes tightly and braced himself for the fists that usually felt strangely like bricks.

"Bah! He's not a kid! He's a runt! A fishbone! A waste!" Snotlout shouted, his chubby finger pointed at the smallest of them all.

Jack glared at the bully and stood between them. "He's my friend and I'll not have you talk about him like that. Now leave us alone!"

He picked up the largest and thickest stick on the ground, advancing toward the small group with a threatening look. The first to run away was Ruffnut, her braids coming undone as she fell onto the snow. Tuffnut wasn't far behind, screaming with flailing limbs. Snotlout let out a threat that they'd be back and ran off with a clearly scared expression. Hiccup slowly allowed his head to pop out, his green eyes looking all around for any other attackers. When he saw his new friend standing there with a large branch that could be considered a small tree, they went wide with amazement. The only other person to stick up for him was his mother and that was hardly ever considering she was around his father much too often. She never meant to be cold toward her son, but, she didn't want to embarrass her husband and the smaller boy understood completely.

He uncurled from his makeshift shell, dragon toy clutched firmly in his hands. "You stood up for me…" He said.

The seven year old nodded with the goofiest smile childhood ever did see. "Well, I like you. I don't want to see you hurt."

And just like that, the two were almost inseparable. After school, Jackson would walk with Hiccup and urge him to stop at the playground. They hardly did. A few times during the nights, the older boy would knock on his friend's window and drag him outside to play. Mostly, they just sat on the swing set and talked or looked up at the stars, trying to find constellations. Those were the moments he liked the most. No expectations, no one to disappoint; just him, Jack, the stars, and the snow. He thought nothing could ruin this.

Two weeks of nearly perfect bliss. Two weeks of sneaking around, climbing out windows, hidden snowball fights. And tonight wouldn't have been different.

He laid in his bed peacefully; eyes closed, breathing steady. If anyone were to walk in, all they'd see is a seemingly sleeping runt and a few toys laying on the floor. What they wouldn't see is the thick clothes he wore and the hat that sat perfectly on his head. His ears were open and they listened for the four taps on the window that came almost every other night. As he waited, he could hear the house breathe as if it were actually alive. Footsteps here and there, the sound of the television shutting off, his father's snoring; even in the dead of night, it was alive.

Tap, tap, tap, tap...

The sound made him jump up and slide into his winter boots. His once peaceful looking face had turned into the goofiest one of all, a grin spanning from ear to ear, his slight buck teeth going over his lower lip. It took everything in little Jackson's power not to burst out laughing at the sight. With a stumble here and a grunt there, Hiccup climbed out of his bedroom window and ran with his best friend to the park.

On the first night, the smaller one was filled with dread of being found out; that the people living near the playground would call his father. But, after a few days, he found out that they were too far away to wake anyone up. The closest building was the small ice skating rink and activity center which held the day camp during the summer.

As soon as they entered the fire fly lit grounds, the first snowball was thrown. The war started without proper forts. Both children scurried across the fields, finding shelter behind slides and under benches. The younger one was slow and couldn't make enough ammo in time. He was no match for the taller brunette who made the throw able orbs in nearly record time. With pale hands, he threw three toward his friend and began running to a new hiding spot. The battle lasted but twenty minutes with Jack as the victor. Poor Hiccup laid on the ground, staring up at the night sky in defeat. He hardly notice his companion walk over and lay next to him until he felt a hand hold his own. It was cold and wet from throwing snowballs, making him glance down at it before turning to it's owner.

They had done this once before; hold hands as they looked at the stars. And, each time they did it, he felt their bond become slightly stronger. Something he couldn't explain. He turned back to the stars and took in every twinkle, every light, all the energy they gave off.

"What do you think they are, Hic?" Jack asked. "The stars, I mean."

The other shook his head, holding tighter onto his hand to warm it. "I don't know. My dad says that the stars, the moon, and the sun are all Gods. And that they're watching us…judging us…testing us. But I don't believe that."

"Then what do you believe?" He asked, turning to the slight red head. The way his lips curled in thought, it made him think of his own parents; how they used to kiss each other goodnight and goodbye. When he asked about the action, his mother said it was to show others how much they care about them.

After a moment of deep thought, he smiled. "I think that it's something more." He said. "I believe that each star was a good person that used to live. When a good person dies, they are sent into a world of happiness and look down at us from above. They guide us, protect us. Maybe even love us."

Jack stared at the other for a moment longer. He tried to count every freckle but lost track several times. Giving up, he stared into his zoned out eyes. The city lights were mostly out which made the stars sparkle more, reflecting off his eyes. He could see every twinkle, every movement and he couldn't help but smile.

The beeping of Hiccup's watch pulled them away from their fantasy world and forced them to sit up. He sighed and looked at the time. "We need to go home now…" He mumbled.

"Wait." The seven year old said, placing a hand on his friend's arm.

His green eyes turned to face his brown. They stayed like this for a moment, just staring at each other. He held his breath stared into the melted chocolate orbs the other held, not noticing that the gap between them was slowly getting smaller until he felt his cold lips touch his own.

At first, it felt wrong. About as wrong as drinking orange juice after brushing your teeth. His eyes went wide as he pulled away. But, that felt wrong as well. Jack rubbed his arm and looked away, opening his mouth to apologize when Hiccup leaned forward and pressed his warm lips against his once more. This time, he was the one with plates for eyes. He pulled away and looked up at him.

"Was that wrong?" He asked, fidgeting as he stood up.

The brunette shook his head and smiled. "No."

A/N: Should I continue or not or...what? - ADAM

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