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Hiccup hung back at the edge of the arena, watching as the other, far more accomplished teens took their turns first. Honestly, he wasn’t expecting much. No way was he going to get some all-powerful spirit. Definitely not one as strong as the others.
Astrid had gone first—because of course she had—and her spirit, Toothiana, was immediately recognized by the big three of the village. His dad’s spirit, Aster, also known as the Guardian of Hope; Gothi’s spirit, Sanderson, the Guardian of Dreams; and Gobber’s spirit, North, the Guardian of Wonder. And because Astrid was Astrid , her spirit wasn’t just some run-of-the-mill guardian—oh no—Toothiana was apparently the Guardian of Memories and the warrior queen of the tooth fairies. Naturally.
Then came Snotlout, who strutted into the arena like he already owned the place. He got a summer spirit that was just as arrogant as he was. Hiccup could already hear him bragging from across the field. Fantastic.
The twins went next, and—shockingly—ended up with, wait for it… twin spirits. Spirits whose sole purpose in life was to cause absolute mayhem. Truly groundbreaking.
Fishlegs followed, and in the least surprising twist of the day, got an autumn spirit who was just as obsessed with books as he was. The two immediately started rambling about something Hiccup couldn’t even begin to understand.
And now? Now it was his turn.
Oh, joy.
With all the enthusiasm of a man walking to his own execution, Hiccup stepped onto the slightly raised platform in the center of the arena.
The summoning process was simple enough—practically foolproof. All you had to do was prick your finger, let a single drop of blood fall onto the special summoning sand, and then wait a few seconds for your spirit to appear. No big deal. Then, depending on how much mental strength you had—whatever that meant—you’d gain varying degrees of control over your new mystical guardian.
Of course, Hiccup wasn’t expecting much. Maybe a particularly unimpressive dust mite. A very weak gust of wind. Perhaps, if he was really lucky, some sort of mildly inconvenient house sprite.
So when his blood hit the sand and a full-blown blizzard erupted out of nowhere, his first thought was: Ah. What a great day to die.
It wasn’t exactly how he’d pictured his inevitable demise, but hey, he wasn’t picky.
Then, after a few very tense seconds of waiting to be frozen solid, he realized something weird. The storm was everywhere —howling winds, swirling snow, the whole dramatic package—but it wasn’t actually touching him. Instead, he stood in the middle of a perfectly calm pocket of air, like he was in the eye of the storm.
And right in front of him, staring him down with an unreadable expression, was a boy.
A boy who, somehow, was even shorter than him.
Hiccup blinked. Huh. I guess there really is a first time for everything.
Hiccup barely had time to process the barefoot ice cryptid in front of him before his brain short-circuited .
A blizzard erupted inside his skull —wind howling, snowflakes spinning, and, just to make things worse, laughter . Wild, untamed, and way too entertained.
Oh wow, what is this? Oh, this is so weird.
Hiccup flinched, gripping his head. “Okay—WHAT is happening?!”
The white-haired boy blinked at him. “Uh. No clue. You tell me.”
And that’s when Hiccup realized the voice wasn’t coming from his mouth.
It was in his head .
Oh, perfect. My spirit is telepathic. Because that’s exactly what I needed. A direct link to the Frozen Yogurt Demon’s every thought.
“Oh, no ,” Hiccup muttered, struggling very hard to remain calm. “This is… fine.”
Oh, you are lying! the spirit thought, way too amused. Ohhh, I can hear you panicking.
Hiccup forced a thin, diplomatic smile. “So. Uh. You’re my spirit, huh?”
The boy tilted his head. “Looks like it.”
Great. I was expecting a tiny floating wisp or something. Instead, I get the Walking Snowpocalypse.
“Uh-huh,” Hiccup said slowly. “And do you, by chance, know why there’s a full-blown blizzard in my head?”
The spirit shrugged. “Not a clue. One minute, I was doing my thing—y’know, spreading winter cheer, making the roads more exciting —then bam ! Suddenly, I’m here .”
Oh good. A sentient slip hazard. That’s reassuring.
Hiccup cleared his throat. “Right. So, uh. Do you… have a name ?”
The spirit grinned. “Jack Frost.”
Hiccup blinked. “… Seriously ?”
Jack gestured at himself. “Look at me. What else would I be called?”
Hiccup resisted the urge to say Icy McEdgelord .
Instead, he just nodded. “Right. Jack Frost. Sure. Why not?”
Jack smirked. “You don’t sound convinced.”
Oh, I’m convinced you’re a supernatural mistake.
“Of course I am,” Hiccup said, forcing another thin-lipped smile.
Jack gave him a look like he absolutely heard that thought.
The storm was still raging, and Hiccup had the distinct feeling that if he wasn’t in whatever magic bubble was keeping it at bay, he’d be an ice sculpture by now. So, probably best not to offend the Ancient Spirit of Frostbite and Bad Decisions.
“Alright, ground rules ,” Hiccup said, attempting to sound authoritative. “I don’t use you unless absolutely necessary, and you —” he hesitated, trying to phrase this very carefully , “—don’t make my life harder than it already is.”
Jack raised an eyebrow. “Define ‘harder.’”
Hiccup internally groaned. Of course he’s a loophole guy. Just my luck. I had to summon the Winter Fuckboy.
“No unnecessary chaos, no making people slip for fun, and definitely no ‘testing my cold resistance’ for entertainment,” Hiccup said firmly.
Jack hummed. “Hmm. Sounds kinda restrictive.”
Yes, that is the point, you Frost-Flavored Disaster.
Hiccup forced another smile. “I think it’s a fair deal.”
Jack sighed dramatically. “Fine, fine. But —” He smirked. “I do get to mess with people who deserve it, right?”
Hiccup considered this. “…Okay, yeah, I’ll allow that.”
Jack grinned. “Nice. I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.”
Hiccup sighed. More like the start of an elaborate and prolonged headache.
The blizzard around them finally started to settle, and the chaotic storm in Hiccup’s mind died down to something almost manageable. Still unpredictable, still very much a walking safety violation, but no longer so overwhelming.
And yet, somehow, Hiccup was still stuck with the knowledge that he had bonded with Mr. Frosted Chaos Incarnate for life.
Fantastic.
At least Winter Fuckboy had a nice ring to it.
Oh wow, what is this? This is so weird , Jack thought, the absurdity of the situation already sinking in.
Hiccup—how Jack knew his name was a mystery, and honestly, what kind of name was Hiccup anyway ?—flicked his eyes around, his brain clearly struggling to process everything. “Okay—WHAT is happening?!”
Jack blinked at him innocently. “Uh. No clue. You tell me.”
Hiccup looked downright startled, like he’d just realized the voice wasn’t coming from his mouth. It was in his head now, and there was no going back.
Oh, perfect. My spirit is telepathic. Because that’s exactly what I needed: a direct link to the Frozen Yogurt Demon’s every thought , Hiccup thought.
Jack couldn’t help but smirk at the nickname. Frozen Yogurt Demon? That’s rich. Oh, I’m definitely keeping that one.
“Oh, no,” Hiccup continued, clearly trying to remain calm. “This is… fine.”
Jack couldn’t resist teasing. “I can hear you panicking, you know.”
Hiccup pressed his hand to his forehead, clearly battling to stay composed. This is fine. I’m fine. It’s all fine .
“So,” Hiccup asked, still trying to regain control of the situation, “you’re my spirit, huh?”
“Looks like it,” Jack replied with a casual shrug.
Hiccup hesitated. “Right. So… do you have a name?”
“Jack Frost,” Jack said, rolling the name off his tongue like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Hiccup blinked, clearly not sure what to think. “…Seriously?”
Jack gestured to himself. “Look at me. What else would I be called?”
A thousand sarcastic thoughts raced through Hiccup’s head, and Icy McEdgelord slipped through the cracks, nearly making him choke.
Jack’s grin widened, clearly catching Hiccup’s internal response. “You don’t sound convinced.”
Oh, I’m convinced you’re a supernatural mistake. Ouch that hit home hard
“Of course I am,” Hiccup said, forcing a smile.
Jack let out a chuckle. Oh, he’s way more freaked out than he’s letting on. This is going to be so much fun.
The storm around them continued to rage, cold biting at Hiccup’s exposed skin, but the magical bubble around him kept the worst of it at bay. Jack wasn’t about to let him off that easily, though. He could feel the unease seeping through Hiccup’s every thought.
“So,” Hiccup began, clearly trying to assert some kind of control, “ground rules. I don’t use you unless absolutely necessary, and you—” He paused, carefully choosing his words. “—don’t make my life harder than it already is.”
Jack raised an eyebrow. Ground rules? How cute.
Jack raised an eyebrow. “Define ‘harder.’”
Hiccup internally groaned. Of course he’s a loophole guy. Just my luck. I had to summon the Winter Fuckboy. I am never leaving! Winter Fuckboy? WINTER FUCKBOY!!! Holy shit that was awesome!
“No unnecessary chaos, no making people slip for fun, and definitely no ‘testing my cold resistance’ for entertainment,” Hiccup continued, trying to sound serious.
Jack dramatically sighed. “Hmm. Sounds kinda restrictive.”
Yes, that is the point, you Frost-Flavored Disaster. Ha.
Hiccup forced another smile. “I think it’s a fair deal.”
Jack stretched lazily, pretending to consider it. “Fine, fine. But—” He grinned mischievously. “I do get to mess with people who deserve it, right?”
Hiccup thought for a moment, clearly unsure about the potential consequences. “…Okay, yeah, I’ll allow that.”
“Nice,” Jack said with a grin, giving him a playful wink. “I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.”
Hiccup rolled his eyes mentally. More like the start of an elaborate and prolonged headache. Gold, I tell you, pure gold!
Jack snickered to himself, his laughter practically filling the air. I’m going to have so much fun with this.
As the blizzard around them finally started to settle, the storm in Hiccup’s mind turned from a chaotic hurricane into something almost… playful. The wildness hadn’t gone, but it was calming down, at least for now. Jack, though still unpredictable, was beginning to settle into the magic that bound them.
Great. Now I’m bonded with Mr. Frosted Chaos Incarnate for life. Jack snickered internally. Fantastic. At least Winter Fuckboy has a nice ring to it. This couldn’t get any better.
And Jack, knowing full well that Hiccup was likely regretting the deal he just struck, had a feeling this was just the beginning of something really interesting.
Let the fun begin.