A Son of Ice and fire

A/N: This is my first attempt at a fanfiction, so I hope that you all enjoy, and any constructive criticism is appreciated in helping me improve and make it better for all of you.

I've built this story off of two of my favourite works of fiction, How to train your dragon and the Game of thrones series. I plan to start this story from the beginning of the game of thrones tv series and intertwine characters from both worlds. I am currently planning on only writing this from the point of view of the HTTYD characters, but I wouldn't be against doing POV chapters for our game of thrones favourites. George RR Martin's world is a place that will present lots of challenges and obstacles for our heroes, as well be a stomping ground for some of HTTYD's worst villains. I feel this could be a very entertaining and intriguing prospect, and I hope to make this a reality.

This is going to be a long story, and I know it may start off a bit slow. To keep it exciting through all 8 I need to spend time at the start introducing the characters. The writing will get better as I develop the story further, I just hope you can be patient with me. Uploads should be 2/3 times a week at a minimum, so read on to see what happens to all of

Chapter 1: House Haddock

Hiccup

I've been to Winterfell many times but walking through the arches of the magnificent castle is always mesmerizing. The size, the architecture, even the sounds of the forges and the clashing of metal on metal from the men sparring in the courtyard. I love it. It reminds me of when I would play back at our own family castle, Dragon's Edge. As a child I always loved the action, loved watching the men pick up their swords and try to best each other. I always wanted to grow up and fight side by side with my father and brothers-in-arms, but that was just a dream. One I've put aside like many of the others. Dragon's edge has been cold and quiet for many years. Dad is distant, and he wouldn't even let me start training until I was twelve. Every chance I get to leave the walls I take, at least out here I can be me, without having the weight of his judgment on my shoulders.

Heading through the courtyard of the Stark castle, I can do nothing but marvel at the life that is pulsing through the grounds. Hundreds of men and women, rushing around in their duties, bringing a much-needed sense of warmth to the coldness of the north. Everyone seems so happy. Bran is climbing, and lady Catelyn is watching him with a worried look. I wish I could have had a normal childhood like that. Without mum there beside him, apparently dad never recovered. He put everyone else's needs above his own, and mine, and he isolated himself from everything. Everyone. I've been told by those he was close to, that he, in part, died with her. I know it couldn't have been easy raising me alone, as well as leading one of the most powerful houses in the North, but that doesn't mean I don't blame him. There is nothing I wouldn't have done to have just grown up actually having a father.

"HICCUP?" A high-pitched voice yelled out. I whipped around to a smile and a sharp jab on my arm as she bounded over with a wide smile.

"Arya, I haven't seen you in months, how are you?" I replied. The youngest Stark daughter always loved when I visited, and I couldn't stop myself from grinning at seeing her again.

"Better now you're here, though you might have to stop me from strangling Sansa." She said in a lighthearted tone, although her cheeky smirk showed it wasn't entirely innocent. She grabbed my arm and started trying to drag me, "And now I need you to help me."

"Your dad nearly killed me last time I 'helped' you," I smirked, "we cannot do that again."

"Scared of my dad, are we?" she teased, while at the same time giving me a gentle nudge. "It's not like he'll execute you for training me. Come on. Please." She said, hands out as she was practically begging.

Before I could reply, a loud horn sounded, echoing through the castle. I looked to Arya, but before I could ask, I was shoved to the side as men started to pour through the gates. As the horn sounded again, I looked to her for some sort of answer. Seeing Arya's shrug reassured me, but then I saw the flicker in her eyes and she was off, bolted from the scene towards the centre of the courtyard. Her pigtail bouncing as she sprinted away. I just stood there, seemingly alone in my confusion. I saw her run, and then I saw the entire Stark family stood there, lined up side by side. I took a few steps back, fitting in with the rest of the crowd. The horn sounded a third time, and I saw Arya pop out of line to mouth 'tomorrow' to me, as she gave me the same pleading eyes. I knew what she was asking, and I nodded reluctantly. I saw her smile, as she giddily jumped back into line. With that smile I knew I couldn't refuse.

Only when the first horse started to trot through the gates I realised what was happening. How could I forget? Why would my father send me here today? To Winterfell. For the King's arrival? Dad had told me earlier this week that he had been informed the King was going to be heading North, but I didn't know that meant he would be here today. The King, the Queen, the Prince, all the knights, this is going to be amazing. Dad fought side by side with King Robert during his rebellion, when the mad King was overthrown, I don't know why he wouldn't want to see him again. I can't believe he'd miss this, I guess I'll just have to ask him when I get home.

I slid through the crowd to a more open position, where I could clearly see the King dismount, the prince behind him, and then the Queen and her brother behind him. I had been kept in the North all my life, never ever seen south of the neck. But this, this was special, like a completely different life that I had never seen. The Carriages, lined with gold. The women, dressed in the finest silks. The kingsguard, all dressed in the finest armour. I just stared. My dad used to tell me tales of the south. How different a place it was to where we lived, and how they never understood the harshness of the north. I would spend hours looking up into his eyes as he would tell me tales of tournaments, jousts, duels, adventures from another time. It always sounded so perfect. But as I grew older, those same tales grew sourer, with a tinge of sorrow. I daren't ask why, as he would never answer. Probably why he isn't here, I pondered, lost in deep thought.

By the time I had snapped out of it, Lord Eddard was being asked to lead to the castle's crypts by the King. The King was larger than I expected. I was told many times how great a fighter he was in his prime. How he killed Prince Rhaegar and took the crown. I suppose this is what seventeen years of banquets and feasts does to you. As the two men walked off, Lady Catelyn welcomed the Queen, the Prince, and the others, and led them inside. Queen Cersei's expression was one I have seen quite often in dad. Disappointment. Annoyance. Dissatisfaction. I can only guess she isn't a big admirer of the North. The Prince just looked smug, like he was the most important person here and us peasants should just bow to him, and that's how I suppose it will be, if he ever becomes King. It's bad enough being the heir to a castle, but being heir to Westeros, I suppose that could drive you crazy. I've always hated the fact one day I'll have to take over, and that if anything goes wrong it will be up to me to fix it. Dad had spent the last decade drilling me in how to act, speak, dress like a Lord, and even now I know he's still not content. I'm sure he'll live to a hundred, just so the castle is never left in my hands.

After a few minutes, the castle returned to normal. The courtyard was filled with a few of the King's men, but only that, and the Lannister and Baratheon banners hanging around gave the inclination all wasn't as usual. I headed back out into the middle of the courtyard and was greeted by Robb. At seventeen, he was a year younger than me, but he was still a few inches taller. I've always wished I would grow tall like the infamous "Stoick the Vast," but there's more chance I'd ride on a dragon than that will ever happen.

"Hiccup!" He grinned as we locked our arms together, "How long has it been?"

"Too long, my friend, too long." I replied joyously.

"Are you coming inside? I know Jon will be happy to see you as well."

"I will do, but first I've got a few things I have to for my father. Tell Jon I'll see him later on."

"Your father didn't want to come today then?" Robb enquired.

"Honestly, I don't know. When he sent me here to get some supplies, I just assumed it was the normal run I do every few months. I only thought I'd be here an hour or two, then be getting back home."

"But now you are here, you're staying the feast. I'm sure father will insist on that when he sees you."

"No, I really must be…" I started.

"…Staying for the feast. Come on, what can go wrong?" Robb interrupted

"I could trip and punch the King in the face, then get executed for treason. Or the Prince could dislike one of my sarcastic replies and take my tongue for it. Or maybe the Queen just doesn't like the look of me and force me to take the black." I joked nonchalantly.

"Now you're just being ridiculous. You think my father would allow that? This is not a request, I am ordering you to come. If not, I will make you join the watch myself." He japed.

"I highly doubt you could actually do that but fine. All right. I'll be there. It's only because I owe you." I bantered.

Robb gave a victorious smile, "Father says we have to look respectable for the King, that means you too."

"Me? I'm respectable… enough." I muttered, subconsciously running my hand through my hair. "It's not like I knew they would be here today. Even if I did, this…" motioning to myself with my hands, "… is as good as it gets." I chuckled.

"Still, I expect to see you later on before the feast, get you looking proper."

"Proper?" I snorted, "Fine. I'll add it to the list. Get supplies, stop Arya killing Sansa, look proper. "Anything else?"

"Nope, I think that's all my friend. I need to be getting back but I'll see you later. The feast is in a few hours." Robb grinned, as he headed off.

The day had passed quickly. I had gathered up most of the goods my dad had told me to bring home. Jon and I had talked for a while, but I had excused myself, so I could finish Dragon's edge's shopping list so to speak. As I got the last things, the castle began to come to life once again I knew I had to leave to get ready for the evening feast. After all the time I had spent here, I knew Winterfell like the back of my hand. Out of the cold and into the warmth, I made my way to the room where the rest were getting ready. I could hear Jon, Robb and Theon chatting away loudly, even though I couldn't even see the room yet. All I could think was how I wished I had this at home. Dad's the only family I have left, and he is hardly great company. What I would give to be able to have this relaxed, friendly atmosphere at home, instead of the chilling silence. I kept walking, lost in my mind, and not even focusing on the surroundings. I turned the corner, walking straight into King Robert himself…

I shook out the daze to see Lord Stark looking on, and the King staring at me sceptically. In my curiosity and carelessness, I had walked right into them. As the two legendary men stood in front of me, I panicked. I stood there, like a deer staring in the sights of a hunter's bow.

"Your grace, I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." I said apologetically, while still shaking.

"Assaulting a King, that's punishable by death boy." Robert said sternly.

"Forgive me, my King, I am at your service." I said nervously, pulling out my sword and laying it flat over the palms of my hand. It was a beautiful blade, handcrafted for me, still as sharp and elegant as the day I forged it. I panicked for a moment, as I got no response. The King just stared at me, and his serious expression turned to booming laughter. I saw Lord Stark sigh in relief and Robert looked at him and then back to me with a wide grin

"I should have made you do that," Robert chuckled, while turning to look at his friend and Lord Stark merely shrugged the suggestion off. "I appreciate the gesture, but you know, you didn't have to do that. I was only messing with you lad"

"No task too big, no gesture too small, that's what my dad always taught me." I added proudly as I rose to my feet, like a colossal weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. Nothing like the threat of execution to feel like my heart is about to burst out of my chest.

"Your father sounds like a smart man." The King smiled as he patted my shoulder, "Is this a family blade?" he asked, opening his hand to gesture to the sword.

"No, your grace, this is a sword I made. My father has a valerian steel sword called Skullcrusher, that's the Haddock family sword."

"House Haddock, as in Stoick Haddock? He's your father?" The King spluttered. He gave a nervous look to Lord Eddard who gave a short nod, with a sombre expression on his face.

"That's right," I agreed, "When I was younger, he used to tell me stories, all about fighting with you both of you." I beamed excitedly.

"Your father is a great man, Hiccup, I'm sad to see he is not here today. I hoped I could speak with him." Robert's last words were spoke with a softer tone, it was at that point he looked away. After what seemed like time to ready himself he looked back at me, smiled, and patted me on the back as he began to walk past. "When you see your father Hiccup, tell him I was wrong. I'm sorry, Hiccup." With that the King quickly headed off, followed by Lord Stark. I stood there alone in the corridor, completely confused, with a thousand questions buzzing around in my brain. Is this why dad hadn't come? What did the King do to him? What did this have to do with me?