Chapter 1

Jack's POV

I glided along on my cool winter breeze, completely at ease. There were times where it just felt so good to be me, to be Jack Frost. How many other people could control cold and snow and float on the wind over the ocean? Come to think of it...

It slowly dawned on me that all I had seen for the past few hours was endless ocean. Where exactly had I ended up? After a bit more drifting, I saw a few stray islands, but none held my attention. I flew a bit further and saw craggy rock pillars jutting out of the ocean at random points. With the slightest twitch of my staff, my body easily slid around the pillars.

It was amusing and I soon saw a huge island, etched in ice with spots of greenery. As I flew closer, I could make out the shape of docks and houses in a village. It seemed like a quaint little island and since the place seemed no stranger to winter, I'd fit in just fine.

I slowed as I approached the village and I spied a small girl nearby. She was dressed funny and when I approached I realized what word her clothes drew to my mind. Viking. She was a tiny thing and had a strange looking dog behind her. It looked at me and growled. Well, that wasn't particularly special. A lot of animals could see me or sense me, but as it growled and I got closer, I realized it wasn't a dog.

It was a dragon.

"Come on!" Her tiny voice drew the dragon's attention and the pair darted back to the village. I followed for a moment, then flew ahead to the village, flying high to see everything. The more I looked around, the more dragons I saw. There were these funny lumpy looking ones, dragons with two heads, dragons that were on fire, and some had scary looking spikes on their tails. That wasn't even including tons of the little dragon species I had seen with the girl. The dragons and Vikings were helping each other with different tasks and it was a strange sight. The Vikings were large and powerful, yet the strong and fierce dragons were helping them. Everywhere I looked I saw dragons helping Vikings. I'd never been in a place like that. I came down and landed in front of a house. The area over here was pretty vacant.

"Come on!" This time it wasn't the girl speaking. I turned and saw a slender boy run by me. He had chestnut colored hair, a face full of freckles, and a thin frame compared to the other big men and women and he didn't carry himself with the confidence that the others seemed to have. Basically he seemed to be the opposite of all the other Vikings.

The boy was soon followed by a big, black dragon behind him. I hadn't seen any other dragons that looked like this one. As he ran after the boy, he slowed and looked at me curiously, coming to a full stop in front of me. His tail was odd looking and I realized it was some kind of mechanical tail. When I raised my gaze from the dragon's tail to his face, I saw he was staring at me with huge pupils.

He sniffed at me curiously and I nudged his snout away. "Easy, boy..." Instead of backing up, he just crooned and licked my face with a slobbery tongue. Gross. He opened his mouth to smile at me, revealing two pink sets of gums. I smiled back at him and chuckled as I thought of Tooth's reaction at seeing a toothless creature.

"Toothless! What's taking you?" The dragon, who I assumed was Toothless due to the lack of teeth, looked to the boy, then back to me. The boy couldn't see me, naturally, teens rarely could, so he was confused as to what was keeping his dragon. "Come on, bud!" Toothless huffed and followed. The boy scratched his dragon's head. "Well, somebody is grumpy today..." Toothless looked back at me and rolled his eyes, which made me snicker, but then he gestured for me to follow them. Well, who was I to say no to a giant, presumably fire-breathing dragon? This is also remembering I'm Jack Frost, who's powers are winter. It's kind of obvious which will win in a fire versus snow contest. Besides, the dragon was nice and I liked this place. So, naturally, I followed them.

I quickly found out that the boy only had one foot, though I didn't know how he had lost the other. At the end of his left leg was a bit of wood, followed by a funky piece of metal. I'll admit it was kind of cool and I flew beside him, peering at it curiously. It bounced as he moved, like a spring, which seemed to help his stride. Once, he hopped into Toothless's saddle, I saw him latch his leg into a metal stirrup on Toothless's side. After they were in the sky, I realized the leg didn't just hold him in the saddle. It controlled the man-made part of the dragon's tail. I have to admit, I was pretty impressed.

The pair just glided around for a few minutes and I was quickly getting bored, but then the boy spoke up."Okay, Toothless. I think that's enough stretches." The dragon seemed pretty happy about this and growled happily. He looked over at me and grinned as if to say 'you ready?' I raised a slender eyebrow in response. "Let's go, bud!" Just like that, they took off.

I floated, stunned, for a moment. The dragon was fast... Really fast! "Didn't see that coming..." I felt the grin slowly spread across my face. "Bring it!" It only took me a moment to chase after them. Toothless roared happily at the race and I suddenly realized how much fun I was having. He'd batt at me playfully if I got too close or would try to lick my face. It made me laugh. I couldn't remember the last time I had had so much fun!

The boy's voice broke into my thoughts after a moment. "Toothless? What's gotten into you? Let's take a break at the cove." The three of us flew a little longer before we landed in what I assumed had been the cove he had been referring to. As soon as they landed, the boy began digging around in his bag. Toothless laid beside me on the frosty snow. He yawned and prodded the iced over water.

"There we go!" I glanced over at the skinny Viking to see what he was up to. He has taken off his prosthetic and put on a new one that had a blade on the end shaped like a T. The top of the T faced the ground and I wondered why he had switched. He tossed the original leg back into his bag and removed a boot that had a blade at the bottom, switching it out for his current one. Toothless looked up. He seemed just as curious as me as to what the boy was doing. He stood up and awkwardly walked over to the icy pond. "Here we go..." Carefully, he stepped on the ice and that's when I realized the blades were skates. He tried walking and hesitantly scooted forward. After a few moments, he tried to skate...

And fell flat on his back.

I tried to stifle my laughter and failed, so Toothless snorted at me angrily, his pupils narrow. "Okay, okay." I stroked his snout and smiled. "I'll help." He blinked at me and his pupils widened instantly. I climbed to my feet and started toward the lake. When I glanced back, he was still laying there wide-eyed with his ears up. I lifted off the ground and floated over the boy. He had just climbed to his feet and immediately tried again, only to fall once again, but this time he caught himself on his hands. Once again, he stood up and I was surprised by the determination in his eyes. Originally, I had thought this boy had no courage compared to the others. Yet, he seemed to have more determination than any of the others I had seen.

That impressed me. It was the moment I started liking the kid, actually.

He started to skate again and when he would start to slip, I'd let a cool breeze blow him back upright. At first, he seemed thrown by this, but he soon got used to it. He laughed. "Guess Skadi is on my side today!" I smiled as I drifted around helping him stay upright. I knew a bit about winter, obviously, so I recognized the Vikings' winter goddess's name being spoken.

Toothless was over on the snow happily roaring. He was so excited for the boy that he shot random purple blasts into the air. It threw me for what felt like the hundredth time that day because I thought dragons were supposed to only shoot fire. He leaned down then darted on to the ice. Instantly, the heavy reptile slipped and fell. The boy laughed as Toothless glided toward the other side of the pond on his belly. Toothless barked and stood up slowly. The boy grinned at him and I smiled at the innocent scene.

But nothing is ever that peaceful.

All three of us heard a creaking sound and slowly three heads turned to look at the tree nearest Toothless. For a moment, the world had fallen completely silent.

Then it happened.

The creaking was suddenly overwhelming and a huge branch came crashing down through the other branches. It fell toward the ice and smashed clear through the mechanical part of Toothless's tail and slammed down on his wing. For a panicked moment, I thought his wing was pinned, but he shrieked in pain and flailed and the branch was thrown aside, but there was no way he could fly right now. My eyes widened as I watched the lake become a spider web of cracks. Toothless was frantic and began jumping about, I figured trying to reach his friend, but his weight just added to the cracks.

"Toothless! It's okay, bud." Toothless and I turned to the boy. He reached beneath his vest and pulled some grass out. I didn't see the big deal, but Toothless did. He froze, staring at it and purred. That grass must have been pretty special to make that huge dragon purr. "Want some dragon nip?" Oh. So that's what it was. That explained a lot. "Go get it!" He whipped his skinny arm and flung the grass off on to the snow at the pond side. The dragon's eyes were wide and he pounced to the shore after the grass, all else forgotten.

My head whipped back to the boy at the center of the lake. Sure, his dragon was safe, but he was in the middle of a cracking pond! He looked around slowly, but both of us realized it at the exact same moment. The pond was too cracked. There was no way he could make it to shore, but then I saw the look on his face and I knew. He just had to try.

He took a step forward and that was it. The ice cracked deep and shattered. The chunks of ice sank or began to float away and he desperately reached for a chunk to stay above water, but his hands just slipped on the ice and he plummeted into the icy water. The ice began to slide back into place, blocking his way back to the surface. I swung my staff and focused on moving the chunks of ice away. Before I could even think about it, I dove down into the freezing water after him. His eyes were closed and he looked eerily peaceful as his body floated there. Something about this scene seemed all too familiar and that's when it hit me.

This was how I had died...

I hoped beyond hope that when I reached for his arm I'd be able to touch him and when I did, my hand closed around rough fabric. Quickly, I propelled myself up and blasted out of the water. I brought him to the pond's shore and with a swipe of my staff, the snow cleared from a small area so I could lay him on the grass beneath it. His chest wasn't moving and I felt my heart quicken. What could I do? What could I do?!

I mentally slapped myself. Get a grip, Frost! I wracked my brain and I remembered seeing people at some point do this thing called CPR. A deep breath and I started doing the compressions on his chest. One, two, three... I kept counting and after I thought I reached the right number, I looked at his face, knowing the next step.

I didn't even really think about it. Just pinched his nose, tilted his head back and breathed into his mouth. Instantly, he sat up and began coughing up water. I scooted back and watched as he hacked and turned, retching up water into the snow. He sat there, turned away and panting for a few minutes. I didn't rush him. He had just technically died after all. After an eternity, he turned toward me. His eyes narrowed in confusion and he spoke slowly. "Who are you...? Are you the one that saved me...?" All I could manage was a slight nod. He nodded in return and gave a small smile. "Thank you...well, I guess to just say that is a bit of an understatement, right?"

I just chuckled. "Nah. 'Thank you.' is fine." That's the moment Toothless decided to start licking the boy's face, clearly glad he was alive and well.

My brain suddenly seemed to thaw. "Wait! You can see me? And touch me?"

He looked really confused. "Umm, yes? Am I not supposed to?"

I laughed and leaned back. "No. But it's great you can! I cant believe it!"

"So who are you?" He was peering at me strangely.

I smirked. "I'm the guy wondering what your name is."

He rolled his eyes. "Well, I see Astrid and you would get along well... My name is Hiccup. And yours would be?" Hiccup gestured to me.

"My name is Jack Frost, but you'd know me better as Skadi."

Hiccup looked me up and down. "You do know Skadi is a goddess? Which means Skadi is female."

This just made me chuckle. I tossed my staff up and balanced it on a finger. "Yeah, but she's the goddess of winter. I'm Jack Frost. I'm in charge of winter."

He nodded, processing ths. "Okay, so Jack Frost..."

"Call me Jack."

"Okay, Jack. Why couldn't I see you earlier, then?"

"Hmmm...excellent question..." We both sat there for a moment thinking about this. "Maybe it's..." He looked up at me expectantly. "I'm the guardian of fun and I'm kind of in charge of winter too, sorta. Maybe once I paired the two, with you having fun on the ice, it was enough. It's easier for people to believe and see us the younger they are."

He nodded like it all made perfect sense when he probably didn't have a clue what i was talking about. Hiccup rested the side of his index finger on his lip. "So, religion by itself isn't enough. That kind of makes sense...besides everyone's faith has been wavering ever since the metal and lightning incident..." I felt a laugh threatening to escape my lips as he muttered. This kid had nearly died and he was trying to figure out how he could see me instead.

His gaze darted to me curiously. I felt uneasy the way he was just observing me like that. "What?" My voice came out a bit harsh, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Why'd you save me?" His voice was quiet.

The question caught me by surprise. "Did you not want me to?"

He shook his head. "No, that's not it. I thought the gods don't intervene with our lives like that."

This made me literally fall back laughing."Hiccup, I'm a guardian, but I'm no god." I sat back up and smirked at him. "But thanks for such a high opinion of me."

I watched him process this before he stood. Hiccup glanced at where Toothless's tail floated in the water and saw his dragon's injured wing. I heard him mutter softly. "Well, no way are we flying home." He walked over to Toothless, then glanced back at me. "Aren't you coming?"

I just shrugged. "Why not?" The three of us began the long walk back. We had only walked a few minutes before the boredom was killing me. I balanced my staff on my shoulders, resting my wrists on it, and looked sideways at Hiccup. "You're not very fun, you know..."

His voice dripped sarcasm. "You're too kind..." I snickered. "So, tell me about yourself."

"Alright." I launched into my tale from the beginning when I woke beneath the moon. It was easy to skim over the next couple centuries to where I joined the other guardians, helped gather the children of the world's teeth, regained my memories, and faced down Pitch. He was polite and gasped or nodded at all the right times. We walked in silence for a few more minutes before I had to break it.

"So what up with the leg?" It was amusing seeing how taken aback he was by my bluntness. It's a gift.

Hiccup took a deep breath and exhaled before explaining how he met Toothless and refused to kill him. I really couldn't picture this skinny kid killing anything, but I didn't interrupt. He explained all about the Viking and dragon war, his quite major part in ending it, and how Toothless and he had faced the red death. I have to admit I'm pretty proud I didn't interrupt or make any snide comments during his whole tale. When he finished and looked for my reaction, I tried my best to stay serious, but I was pretty shocked by his whole story. Who knew such a puny kid could do so much? "Pretty epic way to lose a leg..."

He smiled playfully. "Well, we have other enemy dragons, like the Skrill or the Screaming Death..."

"Thanks, but no thanks. I'd rather stick with four limbs if you don't mind." We both grinned then laughed. "You're not like other Vikings, Hiccup."

"Yeah?" It was a pretty obvious statement on my part, but he humored me and made an expression that said 'gee, really? Hadn't noticed...' You're one of a kind."

He returned my smile and scratched Toothless's head. "So are you, Jack Frost."

This just made me happy for no apparent reason. I flopped an arm across his shoulders, which seemed to surprise him. "Hiccup? I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." We both grinned like idiots, then burst into laughter. Toothless roared and dashed ahead of us, making us take off into a run after him.

This is my first crossover so I hope it goes well. Please read and review! More reviews motivates me to write faster. Thank you!:D