This is my first hijack fiction so...meh. Wow. Ok, fanfiction has been pissing me off and I've had to edit this about 8 times. So, if it's weird, I'm sorry. I'm doing my best to fix this but ugh, it's being...difficult.

Chapter One

Berk was currently suffering from its 38th dragon attack of the year. The beasts had come without warning in the dead of night and in the middle of winter. Fighting would be difficult with the bulk of their warm clothing but still, they fought. Even through the snow that came up to their shins, they fought. That's just what Vikings do; it's what they were taught to do. It's in their blood.

Stoick the Vast, as chief of the Viking clan that resides in Berk, had been fighting valiantly. He had been going about the village, helping the people that needed it, just like any good chief would do. He'd finally ended up protecting the livestock (Why couldn't dragons be vegetarians?) with some other people when he had noticed a small form dart out from around a house.

That small form had been no other than his ten year old son, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III being chased by a group of Terrible Terrors. The little boy was dressed in nothing but his night clothing, huffing from the effort of running so fast. His breath flowed out in little wisps of white in the cold air.

Stoick felt an odd mixture of worry and anger fill him as he ran forwards to save Hiccup, abandoning the livestock. Why couldn't that boy listen for once? Stoick had specifically told him to stay in the house, but would he listen? Of course not.

The various patches of ice that covered the ground were causing Stoick to stumble a bit and he gritted his teeth in irritation.

Up ahead he saw Hiccup trip and dive head first into a small snow bank. Stoick reached Hiccup before the Terrors and he turned towards the group of tiny dragons, wearing a dangerous expression, he started waving his ax in a criss cross motion. The terrors eyed the weapon wearily before deciding to flee.

Watching the group of dragons flee, Stoick turned to his son who was now sitting in the bank of snow, covered in the cold substance. He frowned down at his son and leaned over to pluck Hiccup up by his collar, easily hoisting him into the air.

Hiccup gave a squeak of protest as his father threw him over his shoulder, a small "oof" leaving his lips as he landed roughly on Stoick's shoulder pads. In short time they were back to the house, having avoided a couple of dragons along the way, and Stoick kicked open the door.

He grabbed Hiccup by the back of the shirt and threw him off of his shoulder. The young boy landed crudely on his bum on the hard wooden floors. Stoick bent down and set a hard gaze on his son, "If you set a foot outside of that door," he pointed behind him at the slightly ajar door, "then so help me Thor, it'll be your last one. Ever."

Hiccup gulped and nodded slightly, staring wide eyed at his father. Stoick swiftly turned and walked out of the door, slamming it behind him. He felt the cold bite at his face and he rushed down the front of the steps to help defend against the blasted dragons.

Hiccup stared up at his father from where he was huddled in the corner of their sitting room. It had been a long time since he had seen the chief this angry. Hiccup sniffled and pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. He was very cold and he wished his dad would feed the fire but he didn't dare ask him to.

The chief was currently sitting on a stool by the window, his head in his hands. If you asked Hiccup, he looked like a statue, he was so still. Hiccup wondered if he should maybe go apologize but something told him that that wouldn't help anything at the moment.

It wasn't exactly his fault that he had left the house in the first place. From his spot at the window, Hiccup had seen a little boy fall into a snow hole. Hiccup had only wanted to help so he had left the house into the cold night.

Once he had freed the boy (who didn't even say thank you), that's when the Terrors had come after him. So, it really wasn't his fault. Why would his dad listen to what he had to say though? Hiccup sniffled again, this time wiping his runny nose on the back of his sleeve.

He looked back up when his father cleared his throat. Stoick had taken his head out of his hands and was now facing Hiccup, a scowl firmly set on his face. They sat there for a couple of long moments, just staring at each other, neither knowing what they really had to say.

Hiccup let out a shaky laugh, "Uh, wow, it's pretty cold—

"Hiccup, what have I told you about leaving the house when there is a dragon attack?" Stoick asked his son. The frustration was clear in his voice as he pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

"T-to not to," Hiccup stuttered.

"But you decided not to listen!" Stoick shouted, glaring at his son.

Hiccup's eyes started to burn as he was faced with his father's fury.

"Why? Why can't you ever listen to me? I'm doing this for your own safety! As your father,…as your chief, I expect you to obey me!" Stoick yelled, the anger in him growing. He didn't even realise he was standing until he towered over his young son.

Hiccup stood abruptly, it didn't matter to him that he barely came up to his father's elbow, he hated feeling weak. Hiccup glared up at his father, "Is that all I am? Is your subject t-to be ruled over?"

Stoick surged forward and grabbed Hiccup roughly by the arm, "Subject or son, it doesn't matter. You will listen to me."

Hiccup yanked his tiny arm free of his father's grasp. He looked up at his chief through foggy vision, "I-I see," He stuttered and with that, he ran out of the sitting room and out the back door.

He ran towards the forest that was his backyard and quickly hid behind one of the trees as he heard his chief calling his name out into the night. He ran from tree to tree and only stopped when he could no longer hear his name being called.

Hiccup shivered and looked down at his feet but was surprised to find that he couldn't actually see them. They were completely engulfed in snow that almost came up to his knees. No wonder it had been so hard to run. He shivered again and pulled his night clothes tighter around him.

He started to walk for a bit, not yet ready to go home. He felt a stinging coldness on his cheeks and when he felt his them, his hands came back wet. He hadn't even realized he'd been crying and that in itself was a bit embarrassing.

He soon found himself in a small clearing in the forest and as he stepped in he felt the snow around his ankles give way. The snow wasn't at all deep here (how was that?) and Hiccup stomped his feet a couple times to rid his boots of the little bits of snow.

He looked up at the sky and was surprised to find it clear, the full moon shining brightly and the many stars twinkling around it. Hiccup guessed that that was why it was so easy to see while he was walking, though he hadn't really thought of it.

The moon, he felt in some way, understood him better than anyone on the island of Berk. The moon knew what it was to be alone. The moon knew what it was like to have hundreds around you but never close enough. Never close enough to not feel that cold emptiness on being alone. That aching. That yearning.

Yes, the moon understood Hiccup very well.

Hiccup was huddled against a tree, back in the clearing he had tried to leave half an hour ago. Finally, he had been ready to return back home and had turned around and started walking. He had walked for ten minutes back in the direction he thought home was home but he had only ended back at the clearing.

He tried again another two times but to no avail. No matter which way he went he always came back to the clearing. When he had ended back in the clearing for the third time, Hiccup had given up. Why didn't he just wait for a bit and then try and find his way home?

So now he was crouched against a tree, huddled in a small ball to conserve the nonexistent warmth. Every bit of his skin was numb, his nose felt like it was going to fall off and did he still have ears? He was shivering only slightly but hiccup had read somewhere that when you stopped shivering that that was when you were to get worried.

Soon, too soon, Hiccup's eyes started to feel heavy. He realized dully that he shouldn't fall asleep, that that would be a very bad idea but somehow, doing something about it seemed impossible. He snuggled in closer to the tree as he felt his eyelids slip close.

'But I'm still so cold' was Hiccup's last thought as he drifted out of consciousness.

Hiccup woke with a gasp as something wet and cold splattered against his face. He sat up and groaned as his muscles pulled in protest. He looked around quickly and noticed that he was still in the clearing, huddled up against a tree but this time he was not alone.

In the middle of a clearing stood a boy, he looked to be a bit older than Hiccup. He was staring intently at Hiccup with something akin to distant worry on his face. Hiccup had never in his life seen such an odd human being.

The boy had snowy white, tussled hair and bright (the brightest Hiccup had ever seen) blue eyes. For clothes the boy wore brown, skin tight pants, a white shirt and a brown shawl over his shoulders. The thing Hiccup found the oddest was that the boy had no shoes on. He also seemed to be holding on to some staff?

Hiccup could only blink stupidly; it could be that his brain was delirious from lack of sleep or maybe half frozen. It was then that he'd noticed that he wasn't shivering and started to panic because he was definitely very cold. "I'm not shivering," he said and winced because what?

The white haired boy looked confusedly at Hiccup for a second and then turned to start walking away.

"H-hey!" Hiccup called out, suddenly very scared of being left alone because he wasn't shivering.

The white haired boy froze and slowly turned to face Hiccup, a look of complete and utter shock on his features. "Are you talking to me?" The boy asked. And, oh, that voice. Something warm fluttered in Hiccup's chest at the sound of that voice. It was like the sweet treats the wise woman of their clan gave him except in verbal form.

Even in his dire situation Hiccup's sarcastic nature flared to life, "Well, who else would I be talking to?" He asked. The boy's mouth dropped open and he quickly spun in a circle, looking all around the small clearing.

Hiccup rolled his eyes, "Would you stop? I'm talking to you, I promise." The boy stopped to gaze at Hiccup once more. Hiccup couldn't really guess what emotion was on his face because it seemed to be a mixture of many. If he had to, he would say the dominant emotion tearing through the other boy was relief.

The other boy dropped his staff and started walking towards Hiccup, slowly at first and then faster as he plopped down in front of Hiccup on his knees. Hiccup looked at the boy's face and couldn't help thinking about how attractive he was. It was then that he noticed the unshed tears that were in the other boy's eyes.

"Are you ok?" Hiccup asked uncertainly. Had he said something wrong?

The other boy seemed to contemplate that for a couple seconds before answering honestly, "Um, no."

"Oh," said Hiccup as he leaned back against the tree once more. His eyes started to droop again and he tried to fight to keep them open because it was probably rude to fall asleep while talking to someone. He opened his tired eyes and stared at the boy with white hair.

"'m cold," he mumbled, once again closing his eyes because he was so very tired. He really wasn't sure if he was cold or not because if he was honest, he couldn't feel any part of his body anymore. Being cold seemed to be the most plausible reason in Hiccup's fuzzy mind.

Suddenly he felt a tingling in his hand and he opened his eyes to look down at it. The boy's slender hand was around his own and it felt good. Very good, in fact, if Hiccup had to put a word to the feeling, he would say warm.

Hiccup slowly lifted his other hand and wrapped it around the boy's hand and yes, warmth. Hiccup looked up into the eyes of the other boy, "You're warm," Hiccup said. The other boy's eyes widened slightly before he said, "Uh, I am?"

"Yes," Hiccup sighed and before he could even think of what he was doing he leapt at the other boy. The other boy landed on his bum and Hiccup instantly curled up against his chest. He pushed his cold face into the warmth of the other boy's neck and splayed his freezing hands over the other boy's chest.

Hiccup sighed with happiness as the other boy's warmth started to thaw out his nose, fingers and body in general. The rational part of Hiccup's mind was completely taken over by his instinctual side and had it not been, Hiccup's face would have been flushed red with embarrassment.

"Uh," the other boy said, he was just sitting there letting Hiccup curl up against him, he had yet to move and do something. Hiccup had no complaints as long as the other boy let him steal his warmth. Though, a couple seconds later Hiccup felt himself being pushed away. He groaned in protest as his source of warmth left him.

He opened his eyes to see the other boy now sitting against the same tree Hiccup had been. The other boy looked at Hiccup and ducked his head sheepishly, "You can, uh, curl up again if you want, I mean, if it keeps you warm."

Hiccup smiled and once again curled up against this unknown boy. This time, the boy wrapped his arms around Hiccup, offering more heat and Hiccup smiled. They stayed like that for a couple moments, total strangers curled up against a tree, in the dead of night and in the middle of winter.

Hiccup felt himself start to shiver, and shiver he did. His small frame shook and shook but Hiccup knew this to be a good thing. Still, the mystery boy kept holding him and Hiccup was unsure how to properly display his gratitude.

"W-what-t's y-your name?" Hiccup stuttered out through his chattering teeth.

"Jack. Jack Frost," he answered.

"Oh. 'm Hic-cup."

He felt Jack's body shake beneath him in what he guessed was laughter. People always laughed at his name but he was used to it by now.

"Are you warming up, Hiccup?" Jack asked.

"Hm? Oh yeah," Hiccup mumbled. He was slowly returning to his senses and he was now fully aware that he was now cuddling with a total stranger that went by "Jack Frost". The thing was that he couldn't really be bothered to care. Hiccup now knew that he had probably been very close to dying out here.

If Jack had not found him, he's sure he would have.

"Thank you, Jack Frost," Hiccup said as he nuzzled his face in closer to the soft material of Jack's shawl. Jack smelt like the warning of a new rainfall. He smelt like the crispness in the air before a heavy snowfall. He smelt fresh.

Soon Hiccup felt himself start to drift away but he fought it with all his might. He wanted to stay awake and talk with Jack, he wanted to stay awake and learn more about the mysterious boy who had found him alone in the woods.

He knew he was fighting a losing battle, though. The adrenaline that came from running away had run out ages ago and it was taking its toll on Hiccup's body. As his mind started to shut down he was vaguely aware of Jack mumbling something, something about a man in the moon.

The next thing Hiccup was aware of was an odd swaying motion. He cracked his eyes open a little bit and was surprised to see the face of his father. Stoick had a scowl set firmly on his face and was staring straight ahead. Hiccup shivered as the cold air nipped at his face and he turned so his face was protected by his father's chest.

As the smell of ale and boar filled his nose he couldn't help yearning for the boy who went by "Jack Frost".

So? Let me know what you think, if you want. I hope I got the characters correct, though it was a really awkward/cute-ish scene. My image ban thingy will be off in a couple hours so I'll try and get a picture up soon. -charlie