#hijack week

[berkianscallop]

HiJack Week Day 4 - "Please don't leave me"

Another screencap from the fan animatic I'm working on 👀✨

[sboochi]

Hijack week 2025 day 3: Dragon Warlord Hiccup & Prince Jack

Ever since Jack was betrothed to the future Chief of Berk as a child, he knew someday he would be expected to betray the arrangement and kill his kingdom's worst enemy. And nothing will get in his way.

Right?

[twinetenderx]

*casually leaning against a tree trunk* being haunted by the memories of a long lost friend all by yourself, handsome?

[piinkuras]

🩶 Hijack week 2025: days 1-4.

Day 1: Childhood friends

Day 2: Role Reversal AU (Viking Jack/Wind spirit Hiccup)

Day 3: Dragon Warlord Hiccup and Prince Jack

Day 4: "Please don't leave me" Fate's whims AU belongs to @sakuwawawa

+ bonus with dragoncup:

[hhijack-resurgence]

I’m so so late, my day 3 entry for hijack week.

Time to catch up with the rest of the days 🥹

[beccabloo]

Day 5: Myth

When you're just trying to find your way home, and yet it feels as though the very gods are against you. Thankfully, a 'friend' offers their assistance.

Bonus image of the last panel

[mahoganyrust]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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After several seasons of city life, elite businessman, Stoick Haddock, decides to take his son away to the country town of Burgess hoping a summer there will lift the boy’s spirits.

The only thing changing the boredom was the view outside the window, so Hiccup Haddock wasn't expecting anything new or exciting to be found there, aside from more redundancy in his lavish and suffocating life.

That is...until, at a night fair full of friendly strangers, he meets a very handsome resident toymaker by the name of Jack Frost.

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Hijack Week - Day 6

[intergalaxis]

He couldn't believe it. Not just because, well, his mind was racing with untold truths, useless arguments, and all the passionate kisses they once shared— but because he didn't want to. He didn't want to accept everything that was laid out in front of him. Jack's once valiant staff, crumbling under the weight of a single finger. His form, now but mere flakes of snow drifting away in the mild winds. He didn't. He couldn't.

For Thor's sake, he was the mortal here. He'd flicked death on the forehead too many times for him to count— and yet, Hiccup was the one with a still beating heart. Hiccup was the one who could trace his fingers across the floor, feeling the cold, silky sheet of water from the snow.

Hiccup was alive. Jack wasn't.

From now, until forever.