Chapter Word Count: 2,512
Story Summary: When Hiccup brought a mysterious but beautiful man as his bride to his village of Berk, Hiccup never thought there would be anything more challenging then being a viking. Now he has to take on fourteen trails, win the heart of the winter demi-God and prove his worth to a bitter God of Winter.

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If they weren't in this northern village currently, pillaging through the houses, taking what was needed and a few things fancied, then the falling snow would have been a beautiful sight. The village was further north then Berk, enough so to be within the arctic circle, the land shared with the wolves and bison that roamed along the frozen grounds they walked. The people were not like the vikings, not only in their rather slim figures but also with the fact they did not worship the gods of Thor and Odin, they spent their days giving thanks to an ultimate God of ice, one who had blessed the village with a demigod child, a child that showed their heritage of the God through not only the winter appearance but as well through the frost that formed from their fingertips, the subtle control over the snow and winds. For miles around, people of the belief would gather at the winter solace to see the child through the years, watching the dancing to the ice God that showed himself only at the solace in the form of the moon. In all honesty, it made no damn sense to the people of Berk but then again, they believed in a gold haired man that could call upon the thunder and lightening with a war hammer so . . . to each their own it would seem. Even so, the child was the villages prized possession and perhaps they had believed that is who they were after when the vikings came to the village, requesting a trade of their gold with the grand amount of supplies the village held onto. Perhaps that is the reason that after the request of trade, a shoe had been thrown at the face of the vikings.

To put it simply, vikings did not like it when a shoe was thrown into their face disrespectfully and it was the entire reason why they had moved from a civilized trade into barbaric pillaging, ransacking and raiding through every barrel, house and knocking out anyone that stood in their way that were not children. They may be vikings but not even the harshest, more barbaric of them would dare place their hands upon a child and if one were to do so, they would be dealt with public with execution.

While each viking knew what they were after for supplies, it was impossible to not get side tracked by something, be it a small trinket, a weapon of their fancy or in the case of many men who found no interest in the women of Berk, a woman they took an interest in if said woman was already unwed and of proper age. Consent of the girl was not necessary over marriage, a choice not given to her about the man as she would be taken over the shoulder, her struggling and shouting ignored, her tears going unnoticed by her to be husband as he made way to start the trek back to Berk with permission of the viking taking charge over the raid.

Be it luck or misfortune, it was the only son of Stoick the Vast, the chief of Berk that was in control of the raiding, going through the streets of the village as they were taken over and ransacked, gauging reactions of the people for any signs of them holding something back. Yet it wasn't the reaction of the people that perked his curiosity, it was the lack of reaction as he glanced to a small temple surrounded by frost. They refused to look to it, as if knowing if they did, the temple would be looked through for supplies. Hiccup snorted as he moved to the temple, ignoring the way a few lurched forward as if to say something, to stop him before being held back. Never would he destroy a temple, even of a god he had no faith in, but temples were wonderful spots to hide goods during these situations.

It was as Hiccup had stepped into the temple that he found a prize better then any supplies, stored food, any gold even. Vikings were well known to take interest in women from another village and if she were not already married(hey! Even vikings respected the laws of marriage) and of legal age and would make the woman their wife. Hiccup though had no interest in women, he had no desire for any of the long haired women with round, wide eyes who looked to the vikings, but he did have interest in the north countries snow haired child of winter. The son of the God of Winter himself. He had been hidden away the moment the raids had begun but Hiccup had a knack of finding the valuable things they were after in a raid with the large saber-tooth feline Toothless at his side. One look at the crisp white hair, impossibly blue eyes and the sinfully pale skin without a single blemish upon the clear, porcelain that made up for his skin, Hiccup didn't hesitate to toss the man over one shoulder much like a sack of potatoes and strut from the temple, calling new orders to the vikings of the raid to pack up and hit the road to home.

They got something more valuable then supplies now.

The demi-God himself had heard the raid, worried only for the village he had lived in, sheltered in for his life. He was well loved here even if forbidden to live a normal life, they called him their treasure and their blessing, his pale blue eyes, snow hair and pale skin was known for countries around, across the frozen winters tundra and to the villages around- and yet he felt like he was needed by them during this raid but he was only put into the temple to keep him protected, the barricade used to hopefully keep away the viking was easily torn apart. Jack looked to the intruder, the tall, intimidating figure and impossibly large feline beast at his side, his mouth opening to call for help when his world was literally turned upside down by being slung so easily over the shoulder of the Viking.

Confused and disorientated, Jack struggled to free himself from the easy grip the viking had on him, failing though and kicking his feet, arms moving in a flail. None of the villagers attempted to help, knowing they were unmatched against the large vikings that flanked around their commander and leader protectively. Fearfully, Jack gave in to speaking in the tongue of his native prayer, a lilting language as he begged his father, the Winter God that gave him life to save him. His pleas going unheard.

Hiccup could only roll his eyes at the squirming and obvious praying, not having to understand the odd but rather interesting language to know it was praying to whatever got it was this man believed upon. "There is no use praying, as you shall be coming back with me to Berk. You are my property and mine alone, and I do not let go of what is mine so easily."

It was an odd thing, to claim someone, to take someone in a kidnapping to be his wife. He could remember the talks of the other men of the village saying how resistant their wife was at first before realizing she wasn't going to be treated badly and would have a better life as a viking wife as well as happiness and love from the close knit village. He himself only owned a small one room cottage and technically Toothless at his side, even courting and dating was rare so to take a wife like this so suddenly, well, it was new for him. But who could blame him when this man was so beautiful?

"What is your name?" Hiccup questioned over his shoulder.

Jack was clinging to the vikings furs and armor, trying to shift at first out of the hold before realizing he wasn't honestly going anywhere without the man letting so so he shifted into a more comfortable position with a frown upon his lips. He felt pathetic and every ounce embarrassed by the easy display of being kidnapped he made- it was too submissive of his liking but there was simply nothing he could do about it unless he wanted to be dropped on his head or worse. Neither of which were appealing.

At the questioning of his name, Jack said nothing. This barbarian didn't deserve to know anything about him let alone his name especially after raiding, looting and possibly even killing some of his people and then carrying him off like he was some kind of possession. He was still a man damn it all.

"Fine, be that way but I will find out your name soon enough. I shall get what I want."

Hiccup snorted out in the cold air, looking over his shoulder to the white haired man that was clinging to the furs as if Hiccup would slip and drop him for fun. Honestly, it was a bit tempting but he knew already this man would be impossible to deal with so no need to make it even worse by proving him right about anything. The unnamed man would be as stubborn as he wished for Hiccup was a viking and could be just as stubborn if not more so.

"You belong to me as if this moment, you will either accept it or learn to do so, to embrace the fact you will be my wife and mine alone. Do you understand this?"

Jack flushed at the submissive term of 'wife', turning his head rapidly to sneer at the brute carrying him from his village like some fucking prize. How dare this man, how dare this brutish viking with his unclean hands and filth! "Do I look like a woman to you?! I submit to no one as a wife!"He hissed out, icy blue eyes narrowed to hateful slits of rage. No way was he going to be claimed so easily and forced into submission like a piece of land or livestock! He fisted the furs, unable to summon upon his powers and simply wished he had grabbed something that could double as a weapon when he was taken to beat the living hell out of this viking with! His words made his blood boil even further.

"Far from it and it is largely why I have picked you when I could have had anyone. You should feel special and blessed by my choice. Accept your destiny and fate." Hiccup smirked, putting just an extra bit of cocky in his words to further pull a reaction from the other, looking to narrowed eyes. He was surprisingly adorable when mad, it would make things even better once he got to the village and could set things right for a proper marriage to the firecracker of a man, it took time though to arrange a marriage and he had set a few of his crew ahead to make sure restraints would be ready in Hiccups cabin.

Baring his teeth and snarling, Jack was no viking and that made things harder, that would make everything harder in honesty, the fact he was weak from his duties in the temple made his abilities worthless, abilities though the vikings knew nothing of and would give good surprise when he got strength back. His thoughts were a savage thing at current but as the demi-god child of the Ice God, it was only natural that he would be fierce and wild as the cold, bitter winter itself when the need came. "Just wait til I rip your throat out in your sleep." He growled, struggling a little more, hot anger and the nip of the cold winds making his pale cheeks burn a delicate but glowing pink. "You will pay for this, I will make sure of it with my own hands!"

Hiccup paused in his steps, narrowing his eyes at the death threats and signaled for the vikings with them to go on ahead as he took some personal time to be sure this guy would realize there was not a thing he could do, there was no escape, and he would not get away with making such a threat to Hiccup. Grasping the back of Jacks head and gripping white hair, he pulled and tossed Jack into the snow and ice hard, using his knee to hold him down.

"You will not get the chance. You understand I am a viking, don't you? You are small, think, weak and with what training? Who are you to believe you could do a thing? Wild dogs have a better chance then you ever would. You would be lucky if I were the first to get to you if you dare to make a make as Toothless here is much faster then I am and trust me when I say that Toothless is simply an ironic name." He pushed forward to sneer the words into the mans ear. "Now, are you prepared to shut up and continue carrying your ass to the village or shall we examine Toothless' teeth?"

Laying quiet and heart hammering, pulsing with adrenaline at defying the obviously dominate man pinning him, Jack merely gave a disdainful look, curling his lip in a mix of a sneer and smirk. It was always amusing when he was underestimated, that his small stature that seemed to weak would make him a push over at any kind. He was smart though, he knew for now to keep his mouth shut after jerking a little to test if he could possibly throw off the thick hunk of muscle of man, no hope in every over powering him physically., merely just a silent act of further rebellion. Swearing lengthily in his own language, the words dirty and harsh, he felt better though after the cursing outburst.

Assuming the language was a long string of curses and cursing, the language sounding frilly and soft to his ears and Hiccup snorted, gripping once more tightly to white hair to pull him up form the snow, he tossed the albino man over his shoulder again, Toothless giving a purr of amusement as they watched the trek to the village, smoke trails inside from the village housing. Hiccup would be home soon and get this guy restrained, relief on his face.

"Say whatever you want in that fairy language, I don't give a damn."

Jack was silent, crossing his arms and glaring this time. He would raise hell if it was the last thing he did. He didn't like this man, hell, he couldn't even see past the damn helmet wore and couldn't see what the man looked like and he certainly did not like the grinning, fat feline the viking had as a companion. He would never like the viking, he would never like any of them ever. And while he promised himself this, Jack promised to himself he would most of all, never cry.