"Let go" "trust me"

Clutching hands retreated from their hold and slowly loosed their grip, until there was nothing but the sound of a heartbeat, and the feeling of the fall.

Hiccup arose, dazed and confused, a slight sweat beaded down his fore head and onto his cheeks.

What an odd dream.

He wiped his face trying to calm his ratting nerves, never before had he been so shaken up over something as silly as a dream, how childish!

Getting to his feet he prompted himself, trying his best to forget the unsetting feeling in the pit of his stomach and move forward as all great Vikings do.

What was Jack up to?

The answer immediately came to him as he opened the front door.

Snow. It was everywhere coding the ground, and roof tops, even tiny little icicles started to form on all the houses.

Impressive.

So this truly was Jack Frost the mischief maker, how cunning. Hiccup was only glad he got to witness the magic first hand.

Jack really had been up all night creating a master piece.

It was quite miraculous really, to create something from nothing with just the tips of your fingers or a twist of the staff.

His thoughts drifted back to his dream. Hiccup never knew that something so vivid and so realistic could be just his imagination running wild.

Jack seemed like his best chance for answers, surely Jack knew a thing or two about dreams. He had to.

He walked through town, though he was in a crowded sea of heads he couldn't feel anymore invisible, was this how Jack felt?

What was it like to spend eternity alone? To wander the earth on your own. The image left him with a sickening dry taste in him mouth; no one deserves a punishment as cruel.

Sighing he retreated to the forest, hoping to take refuge in the company of Toothless.

Oddly enough it was quiet, unusually quiet; it sent a unwelcomed shiver down Hiccup's spin.

Not even the sound of birds or the ruffling of leaves could be heard, the air was dead.

As he stumbled down into the hollowed out area a deep raised voice startled him causing him to trip over his own two feet, landing hard against the slightly snowy ground.

Luckily he had fallen out of sight, this could have gotten crass if he hasn't, he didn't want to run right into someone's dispute.

"What did you have in mind?"

The voice sounded strangely familiar, peeking out from his hiding spot he saw Jack, arms crossed and faced wrinkled in a way Hiccup seen.

Frost stood eyeing up the man in front of him. The stranger held a presence that could make milk curdle; the kind that made the hair on the back of your neck stand straight up, his skin was a sickly grey, like the color of rotting fish flesh.

This man made Hiccups insides turn.

"A few bad dreams here and there" there was a brief pause "eternal fear and darkness"

Jack didn't reply, the blue eyed teen shifted his stance, his grip firm and tight on the wooden staff in his hand. There was clearly more than just this man's appearance that gave off an unruly aura of discomfort, everything about him spelt out wicked, the way he walked, his accented voice, the flicker of his eye lids against his yellow eyes. This person, whoever or whatever he was could not be human.

It seemed Jack and the stranger had been acquainted, but not in a very pleasant manor, in fact the tension in the air was so thick that Hiccup could feel it from his hiding spot ten feet away, he was glad they had not noticed him; what would they do if they had?

"It's time the world knew we are not fiction" the man gave another momentary pause, obviously for dramatic effect.

"It's time Pitch Black finally became a visible threat"

Hey! I Just saw Rise of the Guardians, and it was fantastic! I loved every bit of it! anyway sorry this chapter took forever to post, shits starting to get real here now, the plot thickens. plus I just saw SkyFall and I think i'm gonna end up writting a Bond x Q, I'm seriously shipping those two so hard that it hurts right now XD