A/C - Hello HiJack world! I'm back with a small project! This story is inspired by Yamada-Kun and the Seven Witches, with a HTTYD/RoTG/Disney/Non-Disney twist! I'm just writing this as a fun little project, so I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1 - The Kiss

I was waiting for the final bell for class to end so I could leave school and just go home. It was typically my usual routine, and since it was a Friday it was even better. We were about half-way through the second semester of my first year of university, which meant just in time for Spring Break. Most of the students were already checked out. I realized quickly that University is not for everyone and it was even tougher for those who tend to procrastinate.

Berk was a small town but it brought a surprising number of students to Berk State University - where you'll see 'Welcome to the Dragons Den' painted in at least one hallway. It was known as a varsity university, with various sports and was highly accredited for the competitions they put on throughout the year.

This is not why I was at Berk University. I was here simply because my father, Stoic the Vast, was the Dean of the Physical Education and Development Department for Gifted Athletes. Which meant that, I Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, who was not an athlete, got free tuition. It was the only way to go to school these days, and get any type of degree.

As for just, exactly, what I was doing for this said degree… I wasn't sure yet. Law fascinated me, but felt like it would be tedious. I was good with my hands and building things came naturally, so maybe an engineer since I enjoyed math. For now, my first year was about basic classes and stepping into the world of University.

Which, turns out, was almost exactly like High School.

I was focusing on the equation Dr. Bunnymund when someone in the row behind me tapped my shoulder. I glanced back to see Ruffnut Thorston leaning towards me.

"Do you want to go to a party tonight?" She said with her eyes glazed over. "I'm pretty sure I heard Astrid was going to be there."

"No, Ruff I don't want to go to some party." I turned back around. It didn't even matter if Astrid was going, to which I could possibly get the chance to hang out with her. Parties and me just did not mix well.

Ruffnut was persistent today, I had to give her that. She tapped me again, a little harder than the first time. "Oh, come on! Why do you gotta be such a buzz kill, buzz kill."

"No, I'm not going to some stupid party just so you can -"

"Hiccup!"

I spun around when Dr. Bunnymund closed his book loudly. "Y-yes sir?"

"Can you explain to me how you make an Arrhenius plot?" Bunnymund said, he put his book down and moved to sit on top of his desk, leaning his large elbows onto his equally large thighs. "Since you're so knowledgeable and don't need to be listening during my lecture, you should know the answer."

I remembered learning about the Arrhenius equation, but… a plot of it? I tried to grasp for an answer. "L-log the Arrhenius equation?"

Several students snickered in response and Bunnymund sighed outwardly. "Do you enjoy being the class jester?"

Ruffnut decided to chime in at this moment, "I tried to tell him professor, dude, that he needed to shut up and listen."

Bunnymund, who was not a very patient man to begin with, looked like he was about to lose it. He glanced at the watch on his left wrist, "Well, I wanted to continue my lecture about the Arrhenius equation but since we've been interrupted, I want you all to write a two page essay on it instead."

This was followed by loud 'boos' and 'aws' to which Bunnymund ignored, making his voice louder. "You are to write about the history of the Arrhenius equation, the creator and the implications, followed by at least two examples. This should help for your upcoming final. Have a great weekend class."

Bunnymund packed his things while the class scurried to leave the room. Except for Ruffnut, Tuffnut and Snotlout who shouldered me near the door as I made my way out. "Way to go Haddock, now our whole weekend is ruined."

"Not my fault," I breezed past, trying to ignore them. As the hallway grew quieter, I still felt their presence. It was when I reached my locker that Snotlout grabbed my shoulder, pinning me to the locker face first. The sudden attack made me drop my book bag and any notebooks I was holding.

"What the hell -"

He leaned his weight in, making it nearly impossible to squirm out. My face was pressed harshly against the locker.

Snotlout said, "You listen here loser, you're going to write my essay for me."

"Or what?" I snarled, trying to put my shoulder into him to get out, but he weathered it.

His face was in my ear, and his breath was down my neck. "I'd hate to see your other leg be damaged, or perhaps broken, so I would just write the essay, Hic. No questions asked."

To emphasize this, he dug his knee into my prosthetic leg, the mechanics within it made a 'whirring' sound and it bent forward on me. I groaned at the sensation that was like a numb and dull ache within my bones.

"Yeah, you prosthetic freak!" Ruffnut said, egging Snotlout on. Snotlout, for good measure, pressed me into the locker harder one more time before letting go. It was even funnier for them because my prosthetic locked up, making my hit the ground hard on my knees from the unbalance in my legs.

The group laughed, as Snotlout muttered, "what a loser." The group, knowing I wouldn't do anything, turned their back on me and continued down the hall.

I waited for them to be truly gone before I put my fist into the lockers, a frustrated sound was forced out of me. I hated this school, and equally hated these people.

Turning, I sat on the ground with both of my legs out in front of me and checked my prosthetic, making sure they hadn't kinked it too badly. When it responded by kicking outward, I leaned forward and onto my knees again to pick up the books I had dropped.

I was so in my head I hadn't heard someone walk up the hall, let alone see someone in front of me until Astrid was leaning down just above me.

"Need some help?" She asked, bending down.

"N-No I'm good," I stammered, slowly raising myself off the ground. "I just fell."

"That must have been one violent fall," she commented, straightening up.

"It's nothing."

I turned to my locker again, hoping I wasn't too red in the face. It felt stupid to have Astrid, the most beautiful girl in our class, asking if I'm okay. Besides that, I had known Astrid forever and it felt weird when she decided to look after me.

She waited, watching me as I shoved the books inside my locker. "I just wanted to say, I'm sorry Tuffnut got you in trouble. I saw the whole thing."

"Why are you apologizing for her?" I closed my locker, leaning down to grab my backpack from the ground and sliding it over my shoulder.

"Well, I just feel bad."

"It's fine. Thanks. I have to go now, so I'll see you later." I turned to leave, not feeling all that up to talk about how Astrid had to clean up her friends messes, or how Astrid could be friends with those kind of people to begin with.

As I turned, I hadn't noticed the door near my end locker (to the men's washroom) was being opened.

"Hiccup, watch out!" Astrid yelled, and I did not have time to focus on the open door in front of me before I felt her fingers around my wrist, then yanked me backwards.

I stumbled, my prosthetic leg not reacting fast enough and I felt my entire weight fall onto Astrid. In an effort to make the impact hurt less, I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and tried to turn us but our feet got tangled and instead it only brought our faces closer together when -

We hit the ground in a series of groans and yelps. I fell on top of Astrid, who tried to lift herself up at the same time I tried to look down at her to make sure she was okay.

It was a sloppy moment when our lips and noses hit each other awkwardly, but in a span of a second there was a strange feeling that swept through me

It was odd, but highly sensational. The feeling of a veil being blanketed across my skin and a shivering kind of sensation filled up my lungs, my head. It felt so good I had to close my eyes and savor it for a moment longer.

Then, when I opened my eyes… I was looking at myself.

But, I was literally looking at myself.

Directly in front of my line of sight...was me. My body was leaning up while I (in another body) stood very still on the ground.

If I was there...How was I looking at myself? Who's eyes were I looking through?

Confused, I blinked a few more times when the 'me' across from where I was spoke, "Hiccup, are you alright?"

I watched as the new owner of my body clasped a hand over their mouth, jade green eyes wide.

"Astrid, what's wrong?"

M-My voice! What was wrong with my voice!

It did not sound like my own, and instead sounded more feminine - more like Astrids' in fact.

To further add to the insanity, hands that were not my hands, flung to my face.

"No, no, no," I said in Astrid's voice. Her hands, these were her hands! And, her hair… I touched her hair, which was on my head, and I felt the braid under my fingertips.

"This can't be happening, this can't be happening," I looked down at myself. I was wearing what Astrid was, a pair of curve hugging yoga pants (that were surprisingly itchy) and a pair of tall brown boots. Those hands continued down as I touched the smaller shoulders and felt the flowey fabric of the shirt she had been wearing. Then my hands brushed over my chest and I squeezed at the breasts there.

The breasts?!

"Hey don't touch me there!" Asitrd, in my body with my voice, said. She (or me) leaned over, slapping my hands away and I kept them up in the air.

It hit me then: Astrid and I switched bodies somehow.

Mortified I looked at her, "what the hell just happened?"

"You can say that again," a velvet and deep voice said. To which, the owner of that voice was the man that had been coming out of the washroom to begin with.

Jack Frost was grinning down at us as he watched the entire thing.

This day just got instantly worst.

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