Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon or Rise of the Guardians despite my wishes. This fanfiction is purely a fictional work based of the great movies which I do not own.

"This, is Berk.

It's twelve days North of hopeless, and a few degrees South of freezing to death.

It's located solidly on the meridian of misery."

It's pretty nice place to live if you can ignore the hopeless and cold part.

I mean, we've got everything here.

Berk is the very center of civilization as Gobber likes to say.

The richest of the rich and the best of the best live here.

Which includes me, Hiccup.

Lame name for someone who's descendent from the richest of the rich and the best of the best, huh?

Well, if you ever saw me, you'd understand why I'm called that.

But anyways, let me continue talking about Berk.

Remember how I said it's twelve days North of hopeless?

I wasn't kidding.

There's this island known as the Arena.

Its nickname is the Island of Hopelessness.

It's a big deal those of us in Berk as well as to those far across the sea.

The Dragon-Born.

And before you jump to conclusions, they aren't exactly what you're thinking.

Then what are they, you ask?

Well the story begins a long time ago before cell phones and television and all that nice stuff.

Back in the days of Vikings and dragons.

There was once was a young viking lad who had sailed off course and landed on the Arena.

There he found a magnificent fallen dragon.

And instead of following the ways of his ancestors,

the young viking helped the dragon and was given a gift from the dragon.

He and his descendents would now have Dragon's Blessing (or Dragon's Curse according to my dad).

And that is how we have the Dragon-Born.

A large once Viking tribe now turned dragon.

My dad, the chief of Berk, says it's the worst yet most important thing

that has ever happened in our history.

Which is why the Arena is so important.

Every year, the Vikings send out the best of our men to seek a Dragon-born who has gone to the Arena to pay respects at the island to the Great Dragon.

If they're successful in capturing a Dragon-Born,

my dad gives it me as a present.

I can't tell you how many Dragon-Borns have been in my 'possession.'

It's ridiculous and I hate it.

It... It feels so wrong.

But I can't tell my dad that.

He'd hate me!

But when I look at a Dragon-Born...

I see a Viking not a dragon.

Or rather, I see a Viking with dragon wings or scales.

Well that is until they really do change into a dragon and try to kill me and then are taken to the dungeon by the soldiers.

That's the only time I see them as just a dragon.

I just wish there was something I could do to change that.

The Dragon-Born don't seem so bad.

As long as they're not trying to kill me that is.

So there's gotta be some way to stop this..

Right?

Chapter One

October 31st.

Fireworks could be seen in the distance, shooting above the island of Berk and reflecting across the rather still waters. The fireworks sparkled in the sky and took on shapes resembling people and dragons. They were telling the old tale which they were celebrating. Tonight was the night of the hunt of the Dragon-Born. A holiday of sorts that was loved by all the Vikings who lived in Berk. But none enjoyed it as much as the higher up classes on the island, especially the younger ones. For on this night, the captured Dragon-Born or captured Dragon-Borns might be given to one of them.

"What sort of Dragon-Born do you think they'll capture this time, Astrid?" a tall, gangly Viking girl asked as she slipped beside her best friend.

Astrid shrugged, tossing her long braid behind her shoulder. "Beats me, Ruffnut. I'd like a Deadly Nadder." She paused a moment to fix her dress. "I hate this," she grumbled as she once again had to fix the tight fitting silk around her waist.

Her friend chuckled. "Worst thing about this day, huh?"

"You bet," Astrid growled. "At least Mother let me braid my hair this year."

Ruffnut smirked. "Aw, but Snoutlout loooooved the beehive last year."

Astrid's blue eyes narrowed. "If you dare bring that up again," she hissed. "I'll have my axe-blade in your head tonight."

Her friend rolled her eyes. "Good grief. I was just teasing, Astrid. And I know you wouldn't try using that on me since this is like the only time of the year we get to spend the night with each other."

Astrid made a face. "True true... just don't you ever mention that again! I hate thinking about those looks he gave me."

A smirk crossed her friend's lips again. "Oooooh, that's right. You were hoping to catch someone else's eye, weren't you?"

"Shut up!" Astrid fumed.

"Ah, so I'm right?"

"Are not!"

"Are too!"

"Are not!"

Tuffnut leaned against the entrance to the pavilion as he watched his sister bicker with her friend in amusement. "Hey, isn't arguing with you, my job?"

Ruffnut scowled as she whirled around on her heals. "Tuffnut! You aren't suppose to be here! This is the girls' pavilion!"

Tuffnut scoffed. "Could've fooled me. You gals sounded like Snoutlout and Fishlegs arguing."

"Take that back!" Ruffnut demanded, smacking her purse against her twin brother.

"Hey! Not fair!"

"Then take it back!"

"Make me!"

"Oh, I will make you!"

"OUCH! Hey!"

Astrid shook her head some and carefully slipped past the wrestling twins. It had been nice chatting with her best friend and seeing the fireworks, but she was tired of all that. She was ready for the announcement that Chief Stoick. Because after that, the soldiers would leave for the Arena to capture a Dragon-Born or two. That meant she was that much closer to getting a Dragon-Born of her own.

She had seen several others her age owning their own magnificent looking Dragon-Born and she just couldn't wait to have her own. She had waited long enough. So this year, she would get one. Well, after little princey Hiccup got his pick.

Astrid snorted. It really wasn't fair, in her opinion, how Hiccup got to have a Dragon-Born every year. It really wasn't fair. And half the time, they never lasted for him! He didn't know how to show the Dragon-Borns who was boss. Now, if she had gotten one of his Dragon-Borns, it would have been a different story. She would have a a well-trained Dragon-Born that would catch the eye of every noble in Berk. She'd be famous and bring her family more respect and power.

She clenched her fists as she looked up at the castle. This year was her chance at getting a Dragon-Born.

Boom! Crrrrrrack! Boom!

"Jya-Jya!" a small voice cried in the dark. "Jya-Jya!"

CRACK!

"JYAAAAAA!" the voice screamed again.

A soft, icy blue glow brightened the cave-like room.

"Shhh shhh... What is it, Toya?"

"Jya!" Little Toya wrapped his arms tightly around the figure above him. "Scared!"

"Shhh, I'm here," Jya whispered as he held Toya close. "What scared you?"

"Boom! Crack!" Toya growled a bit, imitating the loud noises he had heard earlier as he revealed his rows of sharp teeth.

"Ah..." Jya nodded knowingly. "The fireworks outside."

Toya nodded fiercely.

Jya gave his little brother a soft smile. "They aren't anything to be afraid of, Toya."

"Buuuut they're loud and scary! And and flash! Like, like the Green Death!"

"Hush," Jya scolded. "Don't call her that."

"But that's what you called her," Toya pointed out.

"Forget that, okay?"

Toya grumbled underbreath as he buried his head into his brother's blue hoody.

"Hey..." Jya ruffled Toya's soft yet spiky black hair. "How about some flying?"

Toya instantly perked up. "Flying?"

Jya grinned and nodded.

"Real flying? Right now?"

Jya got onto his feet, his brother still in his arms. "Yes, right now."

Toya's green eyes sparkled. "In the dark?"

His brother's grin widened as he nodded again. "In the dark. Maybe we'll even catch sight of some of those fireworks."

Toya made a slight face. "Maybe..."

"Aw, come on, Toya. They're real pretty. If you go see them with me, I'll let you see the island where the Great Dragon fell."

Toya sat up some in his brother's arms. "You'll take me to the Great Dragon?"

Jya nodded once more. "I'll take you to the Great Dragon."

Toya grinned, showing off his sharp teeth again as he spread out his black wings. "Let's go flyin' then!"

Jya set his brother down as they stepped outside of their cave and into the moonlight. His hair sparkled as he spread out his silver-white wings. Tonight was a beautiful night for flying. Everything about it was perfect.

Hiccup slouched in his seat. Ugh... he hated this time of year.

"Master Hiccup, sit straight!" Gobber scolded with a light thwack.

"Ow!"

"You are the chief's son. Now look it before he gives me a scoldin'."

Hiccup smirked some. "Now I'd like to see that."

"Master Hiccup!" He gave Hiccup another whack but with his amputated arm this time.

"OW!"

Gobber had a satisfied smirk on his face. "Now will you behave, Master Hiccup?"

"All right all right..." Hiccup mumbled as he reluctantly sat up in his seat.

Ugh... the view got worse every year! He could see absolutely everything from the King's Balcony of the castle. He could even see the Arena in the distance. He made a face, trying not to fidget in his seat. As if behaving wasn't enough... He had to wear this ridiculous historical Viking outfit. The helmet was huge. The cape was slipping off. And all in all, the outfit was extremely itchy!

He scowled at Gobber. This wasn't fun at all... and it would be worse after his father sent the soldiers off to the Arena! Because after the announcement, his father would force him to go see the other kids his age, especially his cousin Snoutlout. His father and uncle were really pushing for the two of them to be best friends or something like that but it obviously wasn't working. But alas, the fathers were as stubborn as their Viking ancestors. These boys were going to friends. They were sure of it.

On the other hand, Hiccup wasn't so sure. He ended up with more bloody noses than friendly handshakes, and he was practically the prince of Berk! Not like he really cared about the position, but still. One would think a position would gain respect. But no... it didn't give him one inch of respect at all. Instead, he seemed to be despised by his cousin and his friends. And he didn't understand why! He never did anything to them. Well most of them... he did punch Snoutlout, though the punch wasn't very hard. To everyone else, he had been nice. He even kissed the girls' hands like he was taught to, not like he minded kissing Astrid's hand. It was like kissing the hand of an angel... until she clobbered him. But still, she was pretty amazing. So what would it take to be accepted?He had no clue. So at the most opportune moment, Hiccup planned to sneak out and try doing something on his own. He'd actually get to do something fun for once.

In just a few minutes... Ah, his father was standing. The time had finally come! He glanced at Gobber and tried to look as innocent and well-behaved as possible. For once his father started really getting into his speech, everyone would be focused on him and Hiccup could escape the celebration with 'friends.'

"Vikings! Young and old! Today, as we all know, is a memorable day in our history when one of our own was given the Dragon's Curse."

Hiccup sighed and rolled his eyes. There went that speech again. He wondered why they never bothered at least trying to rephrase it or something. Must be that stubborn Viking side.

"Today, we remember! And today, we fight the curse! We will capture Dragon-Borns and show them who Vikings are!"

That was Hiccup's cue! Time to get out of here. He slipped out of the King's Balcony and hurried into the castle. Just a turn toward that corridor and... voila, his escape, the window. And right below his escape was a small rowboat securely tied to a post connected to the castle. He wished he could have gotten a motorized boat but that would be too risky. Gobber would have asked questions and that would ruin his plan.

"And one day we will capture the Queen of the Dragon-Born and destroy her and thus cure our fellow Vikings!"

Hiccup took a deep breath before scurrying down his rope towards his boat. His father was starting to get towards that part of the speech... if he didn't hurry, he wouldn't be able to make it in time.

"So, Vikings, are ye ready?" his father yelled into his microphone.

Hiccup frantically adjusted his oars and checked to make sure everything he needed was inside his boat like he had prepared long before the celebration had begun. His panic level started to rise as he could hear the crowd cheering. The soldiers would be leaving! He needed to blend in before they started rowing! Agh... before he could even think about blending in, he needed to get that stupid cape off. That would give everything away. Ah no! Hiccup tugged at his cape. It was stuck at the bottom of the boat! He kept tugging at his cape. He needed to get loose!

Craaaack! Boom, boom, boom! BOOM!

The signal for the soldiers!

Hiccup tugged hard knocking himself backwards into his rowboat but was finally free from his cape. But no... he was going to be too late!

No wait. Wait, wait, wait. Why was his boat moving?! And really fast too?

ACK! The tide! He had forgotten about the stupid tide that they had created for a boost to the soldiers sailing and not to mention just to make the soldiers look cool as they took to sea. And now, it was sending Hiccup out to sea, but not with the soldiers like he had planned. He was really on his own now.

"Great, just great," he mumbled as his boat slowed to a stop in what seemed to be almost the middle of the great sea... all alone with the soldiers sailing off into a different direction towards the Arena.
The only happy thought for Hiccup was that he was going to make it to the Arena. The only question was... would he be able to make it back to Berk?

Author's Note: This is my very first crossover fanfiction so please be gentle on me. X3 I hope you guys enjoy my story. Remember reviews are helpful in pushing the next chapter to get posted sooner. ;) And also just in case anyone is going ask, Jya is Jack Frost and Toya is Toothless. I'll be explaining more about this in the chapters to come hopefully. :) Oooo and my current book cover is temporary. I'm working on making a real nice one so watch out for it. ;)