Here's another HiJack fanfic from me! This was pretty much inspired from when Stoic had mentioned about Hiccup going off looking for trolls in the movie. I just couldn't get it out of my mind so I decided to write. Okay, that's enough wasting space. Hope you enjoy reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own HTTYD or ROTG.

Chapter 1

"Heccup, wake up," a gruff voice said and a young boy felt someone gently shake him. He groaned in response and pulled his blanket covering the whole of his body. If someone saw the bed, no one would have noticed that a person was under it. The boy was curled into a ball that could be easily mistaken as a small animal or anything similar to its size.

"Come on, son. This is going to be fun!" The man said sounding excited. He pulled the covers away revealing a small thin boy with a messy mop of auburn hair, curled up and hugging a black stuffed dragon that was easily the same size or bigger than he is.

"When was fishing any fun?" the boy asked whining but still sat up. His small hands were rubbing the sleep from his eyes and carefully squinted at his bedroom window. Seeing that the sun's rays haven't even broken the sky, he gestured to the window with both hands complaining, "The sun's not even up yet!"

The huge man picked up his son and let out a hearty laugh. "The sun will be plenty up when we get there. Nothing beats a mornin' walk right?" Hiccup had his face buried into the crook of his father's neck and the man patted his head softly. "And how can you say that if you still haven't even tried it?"

"I've read about it and the books don't even make it sound all that fun. Plus, I find it extremely unproductive in a sense." The boy argued yawning, the sleep pulling him back.

His father sighed. "I'm sure you'll change your opinion about it soon."

"Rephrase dad: I can't fish."

"Heccup, we talked about this a week ago. We're fishing."

"This conversation is feeling very one-sided."

"Heccup."

The stern voice of his father finally shook the sleep out of his system and Hiccup gave out a defeated sigh. "Fine."

Stoic put his son down who soon went to his closet to get a change of clothes. For a nine-year old, his son Hiccup was quite small. If it wasn't for his sarcasm, intellectual remarks, and quick understanding people would've taken him as a child much younger than his age. "I'll be down stairs in the kitchen, make sure to come down."

Hiccup was pulling his too large shirt over his head. "Be there in a minute…maybe." The auburn answered his words muffled. He heard his father's footsteps retreating from his room. "This is gonna be fun," he remarked sarcastically.

Hiccup grumbled as he followed his father to the river, somewhere just off Raven Point. He carried a bucket and a fishing pole that was even taller than him. Sometimes he just wished his dad would stop dragging him to do things that he found no interest in doing. Luckily, he brought his trusty journal and a book he had stayed up late reading. It was about creatures that roamed the earth which were deemed to be "mythical" or a figment of one's overactive imagination. Hiccup had a growing fascination for such things. His room was littered with drawings of dragons, mermaids, elves, dwarves, pegasi and such, his shelf brimmed with books of different kinds about them – his favorite being that of Artemis Fowl and most of his toys were of them too. It all started with the stories his grandfather, Old Man Wrinkle, had told him when he was little. Well, littler.

And the book that was weighing heavy in his backpack was from his grandfather's study and what he liked about this book was the excessive amount of words which told him how, where, and when to hunt for the creatures. And today, he was going to put in action the plan he had devised last night. Just like Artemis Fowl, he was going to make sure that he would find a particular creature and capture it. Today, he was going to hunt for trolls.

"Now, Hiccup. I want you to hold onto your fishing rod firmly and swish it back and flick it in front of you." Stoic explained and did the motion, the end of his rod shot out and dropped nearly six feet from their position on the river and sunk into the water.

"Dad, you do know with my arms I can barely cover that distance." Hiccup tried to enlighten his father about his miniscule strength, but the look he gave him made the boy realize that like always his father was not listening. Groaning in exasperation, Hiccup threw his arms back and swung the rod forwards with all the strength his thin arms could muster. And to his surprise they went farther than his father's. The only problem is it went into a different direction. Eyes wide, Hiccup watched as his rod slipped from his hand and went flying into the air, its trajectory making it land somewhere into the forest.

Hiccup winced as he heard branches snap and wings flap – maybe hitting or scaring some poor animals that were in its path. Stoic slapped his palm on his forehead shaking his head at his son. The boy let out a nervous laugh, "I'll get that." And the auburn scurried off into the forest grabbing his bag on his way.

Well, at least I didn't need to make an excuse to get out of there or even try to sneak off, he thought.

Jack Frost was flying a top the forest that outlined the town of Berk heading towards Burgess when he decided to take a rest. He had just gone through a meeting with the Guardians about a small matter concerning dwarves. Despite living for more than three hundred years, the white-haired immortal still can't get his head over the fact that dwarves liked to sing when they mine. But of course, they didn't discuss about that. The dwarves were complaining about a breach in their magic that shielded their mine's location and their home from human eyes. The little dudes had some issues with them before, something about a human girl trespassing and doing their laundry or something. But Jack dismissed that. He had no interest about the dwarves' laundries or anything. Fortunately, it didn't take long for the matter to be resolved. It only took North to contact a wizard that agreed immediately to help repair the damage of the dwarves barrier.

The winter spirit soared through the forest until he found a cove deep in the forest. The cove reminded him of the pond he fell into and reborn in back in Burgess. If it was winter, he swore it seemed like a replicate of the place. Though he was immune to the cold, it didn't stop him from shivering at the thought. He shook his head to clear his head of the memory and flew away.

The immortal teen was at the edge of the forest leading to a clearing. He could hear water running and voices coming from the direction. He suddenly felt curious what would people be doing at this time in the morning. But before the spirit could reach the edge of the forest, he heard branches snapping and without getting prepared he was hit with something right on the face. The teen was knocked out of the air and landed flat on his back, he groaned in pain and the last thing he could remember was the tree covered sky right above him until darkness slowly claimed him.

So what do you guys think? This was supposed to be a one-shot but I thought, "Hey, maybe I could just cut it into parts just to try out giving cliffhangers?" LOL Okay. I'm really sorry. I just had to cut it there since the whole thing is still under process. Hope you guys enjoyed it. Even just a bit.

Someone just pointed this out and I am thankful to that person for doing so.

References:

The mentioned dwarves are from Snow White. (The idea to use them really just came randomly)

Artemis Fowl is owned by Eoin Colfer. If you haven't read the books please do. They are just awesome.

If you're wondering who the wizard is...I let you choose who it is. (Probably Merlin XD) and again he doesn't belong to me.