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When The Moon Remembers

Jack sat in an old spindly tree, its branches bent under his weight. A few leaves still clinging to it rustled in the wind, as it danced around him. He sighed as some kids raced past, laughing as they pushed and tugged, trying to get home before their families worried. The wind ruffled his hair as he squeezed his eyes shut, clenched his fists as he wondered. Why. Hitting his head back against the tree's old trunk, he glared up at the moon. He grit his teeth, desperate for the man in the moon to just acknowledge him. A hundred years ago he at least judged Jack, now it seems he doesn't even remember him enough for that. He yelled at that damn man in the moon as his eyes watered. He yelled until a living man's throat would hurt, until his body shook, and his anger was replaced by despair. Sleep slipped into his brain so quick he didn't realise he had closed his eyes, as he laid against that old tree. In the quiet of the night he could almost hear it whisper to the wind and the grass. Though it was too quiet for him to make out.

The moon shone a bit brighter, and distantly Jack questioned if it was fair a dead man could still get tired. Surely death was enough rest a body needed. Squinting, he tried to remember the last time he was tired. He watched as the moon got closer. It hadn't done that in a long time. Jack slouched, and his eyes slipped shut, and for the first time in a long time, the moon's gaze felt warm on his cold skin.

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It was warm. That was the first thing Jack noticed, the second was that it was very bright, and the third was that he fell asleep. Which was.. Weird. He hadn't fallen asleep in.. Well, a while. Searching blindly for his staff, he panicked. Jack sat up with a start, he searched frantically, only to see it had fallen just a few meters away. He jumped off the branch. Landing without a sound. Just as he crouched to grab his staff, he heard a low growl.

Looking up, his eyes met two big green ones, that belonged to a— Jack squinted at the creature— Lizard? Could lizards growl? It stepped towards him, and Jack stumbled back. Then started glowing, and Jack was pretty sure lizards couldn't do that. He held out his staff as defence.

"You know, I think we can talk this through!" It narrowed its eyes and tilted its head to the side "please don't set me on fire! I'm not very fireproof!" The, dragon? Nodded to the staff then the ground "What? No, I'm not putting my staff down"

It looked ready to growl again when he heard another voice yelling at them. "Toothless! Gods— You can't just run off like that bud! What if—" The man stopped and looked at jack— or at least in his general direction. His stance changed and he looked more guarded.

"Hi?" Jack said, giving them his least threatening smile.

Subnivean Mischeif

Jack Frost was the bane of Hiccup's existence. It was a miracle to wake to a warm glow and soft breeze on Berk, which wasn't unusual, but what was unusual was the steadily increasing amounts of snow. Each year after the village accepted dragons into their homes, the winter months somehow got longer, and even less forgiving. At first it was fine, they had dragons now so it wasn't to hard to makeup for the lost produce, but as the years went on they lost more and more, to the point it wouldn't be possible to make enough trips or trades to get all the food they needed.

Some villagers started to blame the dragons, saying that the gods were punishing them for befriending the beasts. Hiccup started to worry, while those who blamed the dragons were a small group, he could see that changing in the next few years if the weather continued the way it was going. At the next meeting Hiccup made sure to reassure everyone that he was going to sort it out, there was no need to worry, and that he had it under control. The other Vikings met him with scepticism, but ultimately agreed, as no one else really had any ideas of what to do.

"Alright bud, you ready?" Toothless met him with a playful warble while shoving Hiccup gently.

Astrid grabbed his arm and looked him straight in the eyes "You better come back alive, Hiccup" she punched in his arm for emphasis, and then retreated back to the other riders, whom were all dressed in varied levels of wintery clothing.

"If you die I call dibs on your dragon!" Hiccup fixed Tuffnut with a glare, but Tuffnut just smirked, his Dragon narrowing it's eyes.

Hiccup let out a sigh "I'm not going to die Tuffnut" Hiccup ran a hand through his hair as he climbed on Toothless "This isn't a dangerous mission! It's barely a mission, I'm just going over there" he pointed to the snowier then usual mountains in the distance.

Fishlegs shuffled forward, wringing his hands "Just remember, if anything happens Toothless can send us a warning shot and we'll be there as soon as we can"

Hiccup huffed "I know Fishlegs, I will be fine"

With one last check to make sure he had everything, Hiccup and Toothless set off, heading for the smaller mountains just past Gothi's hut.

As they flew further into the mountains Hiccup noticed the winds growing stronger, and more erratic. The trees looked as though they were being shook as if a Timberjack was slicing through the trunks half-haphazardly. The snow continued to thicken, making Hiccup lean closer to Toothless and squint.

"Okay Toothless, seems this is as close as we can get through flight" Patting Toothless' neck, Hiccup nudged him towards a small clearing.

Thankfully, they land unscathed. The snow is deep enough that Hiccup has put a bit more effort into walking, but besides that it's okay. As they walk further into the forest it feels as though the wind starts tugging them in a certain direction, more north then they were originally intending. Which meant they'd have to get pretty close to the blizzard.