Fire And Ice

Rated: T for Teen.

Author: Nightstar Fury from Nightstar Productions.

Pairing: Hiccup & Elsa.

Disclaimer: I do not own How To Train Your Dragon, Frozen, Tangled, or Brave.

Chapter One: Runaway.

~Hiccup's POV & Narration~

I stood in the cove as I went through my things in the straw basket. I had clothes, a little food, a dagger, blankets, a bedroll, and pillow. Yeah if it wasn't obvious already I'm running away. No more of being the village screw up, or the great dragon tamer. Oh how I hated it, everyone who had hated me before for the last 12 years, suddenly loved me because they thought I was some dragon master, that I have a way with them. Its called understanding that they aren't dangerous, just misunderstood. Me and my best friend Toothless were leaving for good and never looking back. Oh by the way, Toothless is a dragon and not just any either. He's a Night Fury. The most dangerous, elusive dragon known to man.

How did he become my friend you ask? Well I guess to be fair, I should tell you from the beginning. It started a few weeks ago during another dragon raid when I shot him out of the sky.

~Hiccup's Memories & Narration~

'This is Berk. It's twelve days north of hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery. My village. In a word? Sturdy. It's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests. You see, most places have mice or mosquitoes... We have...' I slam the door to my house shut as there was a blast of fire against it. "...Dragons..." I said slowly. I run out in the wee hours of the morning to get to the forge, where my mentor was awaiting for me. Yep, this was nothing new for Berk, standard dragon raid.

'My name's Hiccup. Great name, I know. But it's not the worst. Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that...' I sighed trying to avoid being trampled by the large men and women participating in the raid to stop the dragons the flew overhead. I knew if I got in someone's way I'd just get yelled at again for being Hiccup the Useless. 'That is my name in the Hairy Hooligan tribe. Full name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. I'm 12 years old, weight 90 pounds, and stand at about 5 feet tall.' I mumbled as an inner thought ducking under two Viking men carrying a few boards.

'But what some of you don't know is that I am apparently the worst Viking that Berk has ever seen. I can lift a hammer, swing an ax, or throw a bola properly and every time I step outside, disaster falls. My father has no time for me, oh did I mention he's actually the chief of the tribe? Yeah, that's right. My father is the chief making me the heir to the tribe but alas while a prince should have a substantial amount of respect and praise. I get nothing. I'm picked on, teased, beat up, and yelled at. I'm pretty much hated here.' I ran through the streets of town, a dragon swooped through and left a trail of fire where I was running, I felt someone grab my collar, pull be back and lift me up.

"What is he doing out again!" I heard my father, Stoick the Vast's loud voice yell out, then he turned me so I was looking at him. "What are you doing out, get inside!" He ordered putting me down as I rushed to the forge as fast as I could.

'My mom was taken by a dragon when I was just a baby, and that's usually why my father ignores my existence. I guess she was different too and it makes him think of her. I've gotten used to it, everyone hates me and never lets me forget it. Sometimes I wonder if things would be different for my life if she were still here but she isn't so this is my unfortunate life.' I think as I made it to the forge where my mentor Gobber the Belch was working on heating and unbending a sword.

"Ah! Nice of you to join the party. I was beginning to think you'd been carried off." Gobber chuckled at me wiping his brow free of sweat.

"Who me? Nah! I'm much to muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this!" I strike a body builder like pose offering a confident like smile.

"They need toothpicks don't they." Gobber had said making me sigh heavily in defeat as I move to the counter to get the broken weapons and replace them for the Vikings waiting.

'The meathead with an attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber. I've been his apprentice ever since I was little...Well...littler.' I start firing up the coals to work on the weapons. Armed men rush past, flanking others who carry sheep to safety. Stoick follows up the rear as, overhead, a dragon strafes the rooftops with Napalm-like fire. 'See? Old village. Lots and lots of new houses.' I mumble in my thoughts as I watch the fire brigade charge through the plaza, four teens to be exact, tugging a large wooden cask on wheels. From it, they fill buckets of water to douse the flames. One among them is a cute, energetic Viking girl. I lean out of the stall to watch her, 'Oh and that's Fishlegs, Snotlout. The twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut. And...Astrid.' I think to myself in a dreamy type of way.

I've had a crush on this girl since I was old enough to like them but she doesn't even know I exist. 'Their job is so much cooler.' I sigh again then feel something hook to my collar. Looking back I see Gobber holding me and pulling me back inside the forge. "Ah, come on. Let me out, please. I need to make my mark!" I plead my mentor.

"Oh, you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places." Gobber stated poking at my chest with his tong like hand attachment.

"Please, two minutes. I'll kill a dragon. My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date." I state firmly with hopeful eyes. Yeah right. This village doesn't even know I'm alive until I get yelled at by my father in front of them, otherwise I'm invisible.

"You can't lift a hammer. You can't swing an axe..." Gobber trails off grabbing a bola, which is just iron balls connected by rope. "...You can't even throw one of these." He insisted staring at me. A Viking runs by and nabs it out of Gobber's hand, hurling it at a dive-bombing Gronckle. The bola binds its legs, sending it into a heavy crash.

'My point from earlier on the things I can't do...' I think to myself with a groan then decide to recoil with my own answer to Gobber, "Okay fine, but..." I start to say as I rush to the back corner of the stall and present a bizarre, wheel barrow-like contraption. "...this will throw it for me. I open the hinged lid of the device. An arm springs up, equipped with twin bows. They accidentally launched a bola prematurely, narrowly missing Gobber and taking out a Viking at the counter.

"See, now this right here is what I'm talking about." Gobber began to scold.

"Mild calibration issue..." I tried to argue.

"Hiccup. If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all...This." Gobber gestures in my general direction.

"But...you just pointed to all of me." I say astonished now.

"Yes! That's it! Stop being all of you." Gobber smiles wide as I sigh heavily.

"Ohhhh..." I voice threateningly.

"Ohhhhh, yes." Gobber mimicked me sarcastically.

"You, sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much, raw...Vikingness contained...There will be consequences!" I state with a hand up now. Gobber tosses me a sword.

"I'll take my chances. Sword. Sharpen. Now." Gobber instructs me. I take it begrudgingly and lob it onto the grinding wheel.

'One day I'll get out there. Because killing a dragon is everything around here...' I begin to tell myself. 'A Nadder head is sure to get me at least noticed.' I watch as the Nadders clamber onto a building, tearing the roof and walls apart. Sheep pour out and scatter. Elsewhere, hippo-like Gronckles pick drying racks clean of fish and fly off like loaded pelicans. 'Gronckles are tough. Taking down one of those would definitely get me a girlfriend.' I continue to sharpen the sword now seeing a stealthy, two headed snake-like dragon head peeks over a rooftop breathing gas into a chimney. 'A Zippelback? Exotic, exciting. Two heads, twice the status.' I watched a second head poke through the door and lights it. Kablam! The two heads fly through the explosion, their necks zipping together to reveal a single body. A huge red dragon whips past, spraying the base of a catapult with sticky fire 'And then there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire.' I now see it emerge from the flames, climbing the catapult with a leering, toothy grin.

"Reload! I'll take care of this." I hear my father say from atop the catapult. Stoick takes on the Nightmare, face to hammer. Suddenly, a loud ballistic moaning streaks overhead. The catapult crew ducked. I pull the sword from the grinding wheel and start looking up from my work, reacting to the same sound.

'But the ultimate prize is the dragon no one has ever seen. We call it the–...' I begin running to the opening to watch as the black dragon whipped through towards the catapult.

"Night Fury! Get down!" Someone yelled out as Vikings everywhere take shelter. The moaning sound builds it was almost like a whistle but incredibly loud. The Monstrous Nightmare suddenly stops fighting and flight. Stoick looked skyward.

"JUMP!" Stoick ordered them. The dragon shot a purple blast at the catapult explodes as though it was hit by an artillery shell sending Stoick and the crew leaping for their lives.

'This thing never steals food, never shows itself, and..' I pause listening as the sound recedes, leaving the crippled catapult in flames. '...never misses.' It shot at another catapult. 'No one has ever killed a Night Fury. That's why I'm going to be the first.' I say proudly standing up now watching it fly away.

Gobber trades his hammer for an axe. "Man the fort, Hiccup, they need me out there!" He begins then turns with a threatening glare. "Stay. Put. There...You know what mean." Gobber charges into the fra with his battle cry. A smirk crosses my face. I pushes my wheeled contraption through a wall of clustered Vikings. I weave through the ongoing mayhem, as fast as my legs can carry me.

"Hiccup, where are you going!" A Viking shouted at me.

"Come back here!" Another yelled.

"I know. Be right back!" I retort still running through the plaza. I reached a cliff overlooking the smoking catapult and dropped the handles to the ground. I crank several levers, unfolding and then cocking the bowed arms of my contraption. I drop a bola onto a chamber and then pivot the weapon on a gimbal head toward the dark sky. I listen closely with my eye pressed to the scope, hand poised on the trigger. I hear the Night Fury approaching and turn my aim to the defense tower. It closes in for the final strike, completely camouflaged in the night. "Come on. Give me something to shoot at, give me something to shoot at." I pleaded to myself. Kablam! The tower topples. The blast of fire illuminates the dragon for a split second. I pulled the trigger. Kerthunk! The flexed arms snap forward, springing the weapon off the ground. The bola disappears into the sky, followed by a whack then a screech.

Surprised, then elated I threw my hands in the air triumphantly. "Oh I hit it! Yes, I hit it! Did anybody see that?" I say happily turning to face the village. My victory was short-lived. A Monstrous Nightmare appeared, slithering up over the lip of the cliff. "Except for you..." I paled instantly running down the cliff. Vikings scatter as I dodged a near fatal blast. The Nightmare's sticky, Napalm-like fire splashes up onto buildings, setting them alight. I ducked behind the last standing brazier - the only shelter available. The Nightmare blasts it, spraying fire all around him. I peered around the smoldering post. No sign of the Nightmare. I turned back to find it leering at me, blocking my escape. It takes a deep breath. I thought I was finished.

However suddenly, Stoick leapt between me and the Nightmare, tackling it to the ground. They tumble and wrestle, resuming their earlier fight. The Nightmare tries to toast him, but only coughs up smoke. "You're all out." My father told it. He smashes the Nightmare repeatedly in the face, driving it away. It takes to the air and disappears. Winded, Stoick turns to me.

The burnt brazier pole collapses, sending the massive iron basket crashing. It bounces down the hill, destroying as it goes and scattering the Vikings who were holding down the netted Nadders. The freed dragons escape with several sheep in tow.

"Sorry, dad." I say sheepishly looking down. The escaped Nadders fly past with sheep in their clutches. The raid is over. The dragons had clearly won. The murmuring crowd eyes Stoick, awaiting his response. "Okay, but I hit a Night Fury." I say quickly only to be grabbed by the back scruff of his collar by Stoick and hauls me away, fuming with embarrassment. "It's not like the last few times, Dad. I mean I really actually hit it. You guys were busy and I had a very clear shot. It went down, just off Raven Point. Let's get a search party out there, before it–..." I tried to say quickly but was cut off by my father.

"-STOP! Just...stop."He releases me. Everyone goes silent, staring expectantly. "Every time you step outside, disaster follows. Can you not see that I have bigger problems? Winter's almost here and I have an entire village to feed!" I look around. All eyes are upon me.

"Between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding, don't ya think?" I remark sarcastically. A few rotund Vikings stir self-consciously.

"This isn't a joke, Hiccup!" My father yelled now., then with an exasperated sigh he looking at me with disappointment, as always. "Why can't you follow the simplest orders?" He asked me.

"I can't stop myself. I see a dragon and I have to just... kill it, you know? It's who I am, Dad." I tried helplessly.

"You are many things, Hiccup. But a dragon killer is not one of them." My father stated. Sting, that hurt a little. I looked around to see many nods of agreement. "Get back to the house...Make sure he gets there. I have his mess to clean up." Stoick lumbers off in the opposite direction. Gobber leads Hiccup through the walk of shame. They pass the teen fire brigade as they snicker.

"Quite the performance." Tuffnut remarked cackling with his twin sister, Ruffnut.

"I've never seen anyone mess up that badly. That helped!" Snotlout, my cousin said now.

"Thank you, thank you. I was trying, so..." I avoid Astrid's glare and heads up toward a large house, standing prominently on the hill above the others. "I really did hit one." I mumble to Gobber as he's leading me towards my father's house. "Sure, Hiccup." Gobber tells me.

"He never listens." I state disheartendly.

"Well, it runs in the family." Gobber replied to me with a sigh.

"And when he does, it's always with this...disappointed scowl. Like someone skimped on the meat in his sandwich..." I stop by the front door of my house turning to face Gobber now. "Excuse me, barmaid. I'm afraid you brought me the wrong offspring. I ordered an extra large boy with beefy arms. Extra guts and glory on the side. This here. This is a talking fish bone!" I sarcastically mimicked my father's voice degrading me as always.

"You're thinking about this all wrong. It's not so much what you look like. It's what's inside that he can't stand." Gobber smiled at me. Beat.

"Thank you, for summing that up." I say now as we reached the doorway.

"Look, the point is, stop trying so hard to be something you're not." Gobber tells me calmly as he can. I sighed heavily.

"I just want to be one of you guys..." I state pushing the door open and going inside and then I ran straight out the back door. I hurried off into the woods, determined to find that Night Fury to prove what I'd done. A drawn map of the island, covered in X's. I looked up from my notebook and peeked over a gorge, expectantly. I see nothing. I added another 'X' to the page, then scratched pencil over the whole map in frustration. I snap the book closed and pocketed it. "Uggh, the gods hate me. Some people lose their knife or their mug. No, not me. I manage to lose an entire dragon!" I yell out angrily.

I whack a low-hanging branch. It snapped back at me, hitting me in the face. I looked up to see a snapped tree trunk. My eyes follow it to a long trench of up-turned earth. I followed it to a downed, black dragon, its body and tail tangled in a bola. It appears dead. I approached, beaming. "Oh wow. I did it. I did it. This fixes everything." I say in shock, "Yes!" I struck a victory pose, planting my foot on the fallen Night Fury "I have brought down this mighty beast!" I exclaimed triumphantly then it suddenly shifts.

"Whoa!" I spring back, terrified. I turn my blade on it. Rattled, I crept along the length of the weak, wounded dragon, dagger poised to strike. As I reaches the head, I found the Night Fury staring coldly at him. I tried to look away, but I end up drawn back to its unnerving, unflinching stare. With the dragon safety tangled in the ropes, I jab with my dagger, puffing myself up with false bravado. "I'm going to kill you, Dragon. I'm gonna cut out your heart and take it to my father. I'm a Viking...I am a VIKING!" I yell at the dragon angrily. This was it, my moment to shine, to no longer be Hiccup the Useless. I'd be the first Viking to ever take down Night Fury.

"I raised the dagger, determined to prove my Vikingness. The dragon's labored breathing breaks my clenched concentration. I opened an eye, uncertainty leaking through. The dragon holds the stare. Something profound is exchanged. Finally, the Night Fury closes its eye and lowers its head, resigning to its fate. I try to go through with it, holding the dagger aloft, fighting myself until finally lowering it with a frustrated sigh. I look over the dragon's chaffed rope wounds. Ashamed of what I almost did, I lowered my head. "I did this." I backed away from the Night Fury.

I turned to leave. Then paused glancing back at the dragon, chest heaving. I grumbled and checked over my shoulder to ensure that no one is watching, then hurried back to cut the ropes. The Night Fury's eyes shoot open. With the dragon watching my every move, I hurriedly saws through the bola ropes. As the last rope falls free, the Night Fury suddenly pounces. In a blur, the dragon is upon me, pinning me down, grazing his neck. Looking like it's about to kill him. I am paralyzed. The dragon's breath ruffles my hair. I open my eyes to find the Night Fury's wolf-like stare boring into me. The exchange is intense, profound. The dragon draws a deep breath, as though it's about to torch, then lets out an ear-piercing scream instead. It turns and takes flight, flapping violently through the canopy of trees. It bashes against a nearby mountain side, recovers, and drops out of view some distance away. Winded, I struggled to my feet, staggering a few steps then finally collapsed to my knees, and fainted.

~End Hiccup's Memories~

I scoff a little, yeah that night my father told me he was allowing me in to dragon training with the other teens only in this, I no longer had a desire to fight dragons. I tried to get out of it but he insisted so for the next few weeks, I attended training but I didn't do what was being expected of me. No, after the first day of training against a Gronckle everything changed. Gobber stated that a dragon would always go for the kill but that wasn't true because the Night Fury, now known as Toothless didn't kill me. He let me go, same as I'd done for him. That day with little hope I returned to the spot I released him and looked over the bola, asking why he didn't kill me when he had the chance too.

I traipsed through the foliage on the forest and located a rocky crevice, it was an isolated cove. The very same I'm in right now preparing to leave this island forever. I called myself stupid that day for going, but much to my surprise the dragon, my best friend was still there. He wasn't my friend at the time of course, I was only spying on him and drew a picture. I asked why he didn't just fly away then I realized his left tail fin was gone, being ripped off from the landing because of my bola launcher. I felt bad, it noticed me and we shared a brief curious stare at one another before I left.

That night in the mead hall, it was raining. I came in late and got my food and drink, I sat at another table. Nothing new there, I was rather the runt and outcast of the village. Hated, like I said before. Gobber was talking to everyone about what they did wrong then he brought out the dragon manual, a book on every dragon they knew about. The others bailed, I stayed to read it. I flipped through until I found the Night Fury, there was nothing on it other than a warning. 'The unholy offspring of lightening and death itself. Never engage this dragon, Your only hope is to hide and pray it does not find you'. Cheery right?

The next day of training, brought me against a Nadder head. As usual, I wasn't much good in there. Astrid beat it then turned to me and told me to figure out what side I was on. Well I couldn't, no scratch that. I wouldn't kill a dragon, so that made the choice obvious. I returned to the cove and brought a fish with me, I got Toothless's attention and offered it to him, first he made me toss my dagger then he was calm, docile even. I remember when he neared me, his teeth were gone which is why I named him Toothless. Turns out, Night Furies have retractable teeth. Who knew right? He took the fish quickly and swallowed it.

But it didn't stop there. He coughed half back up in to my lap, he wanted me to eat it too. Dreading such I tried to fake it, but Toothless knew better. So I went ahead an bit into the fish, and swallowed it was gross and I nearly threw it back up but managed to keep it down. I tried to touch him and he wasn't having it. The next few hours I spent trying to get close to him and he thwarted it each time, until finally I was sitting on a rock drawing his face in the dirt with a stick. He got curious and came over to watch, next thing I know he snapped an entire sapling and was drawing in the dirt drawing haphazard lines around. He even whacked me with the sapling once.

When he was done, I stood and took in the sprawling scribble, amazed by it. I accidentally stepped onto one of the lines, eliciting an instant growl from Toothless. I removed my foot and Toothless calmed down. I blinked confused and stepped on it again. Toothless growls again. Realizing how sensitive he is, I step carefully between each line, turning round and round until I unwittingly bump into Toothless who snorts. Once again, we're face to face. I slowly extends my hand. Toothless hesitates. I turn my head away and close my eyes. To my amazement, Toothless bridges the gap and presses his muzzle against my hand. It only lasted a mere moment and then in a flash, the dragon is gone, leaving me astounded. I don't know what it was about that moment but it was a feeling I never felt before. And that feeling was trust, acceptance, understanding even. Things I've never felt before.

I remember one night Gobber mentioned that a downed dragon was a dead dragon and it sparked me to do something crazy. I went to the forge after everyone left and went to bed. I redrew the tail on the dragon then got to work. I worked with various piece of metal and leather but finally after hours, I finished it. A perfect prosthetic tail for the dragon. I returned later and tested it out after training. It failed but several attempts later we nailed it. I didn't know all the testing would teach me so much like dragons not liking eels, or that they liked a specific type of grass, or shiny things, that they had a pressure point on their necks or under their chins that put them in a peaceful state of paralyzation. That's what made me popular in the village, no longer the screw up rather the dragon tamer.

Much to my dismay, I was chosen to kill my first dragon in the ring and I knew that I couldn't. I refused too. And that's why I'm standing here today in the cove with my best friend, Toothless, the Night Fury I shot down. The dragon I refused to kill, befriended, and made an entire rig so he could fly. All it took was me controlling his tail. I wasn't staying here another moment. I was done. I refused to live a lie, where people liked me for what I could do instead of who I was. No more. I mounted Toothless after strapping the bag securely on my back, I pressed down on the stirrup and opened his tail. "This is it, Toothless. Time to leave, forever." I stated to him, he warbled in response. " Can't say I'll miss it, because Odin knows I won't. Let go bud. So long Berk...And good riddens." I said as Toothless launched out of the cove and in to the sunset sky above.