Rotten To The Core (Hiccup x Reader) [Feat. The Big Four/Multi-crossover]

prologue | an unlikely team

Boo was just finishing a potion for a man who wants to woe a woman. She might not have a love potion but she knows an attraction spell instead. She heard a knock on her door and opened it to see a letter and a few grains of black sand fly away. The old lady bent down to pick it up and closed her door behind her. She opened the letter and skimmed through the writing until she looked at the bottom of who signed it. Her eyes widen and read through the letter again, thoroughly this time.

At the same time, a hooded figure walked through the old woman's front door. The figure put her head down showing fiery red, shalimar hair.

"Just got back from collecting payment," her strong accent voice paused when she saw the witch hunched over a letter, "What is it this time?"

"It's another job," the witch answered, "You need to meet with someone."

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Merida wore her hood as she walked along with the witch. They were walking in the part of the forest Merida was not familiar with. In the breadth of the dark forest, Merida saw six other people waiting for their arrival.

"Hey, witch," Merida called in a whisper, "You never told me who these people were."

"Hush, child," the witch dismissed.

Merida saw six different people. Three of which were middle-aged at least. A man with scars stood with another figure with a mask. She guessed because he must be just as equally scarred. Her fists by her sides clenched in fists. A single thought ran through her mind.

Vikings.

She stayed quiet as she looked at the others. A woman with raven, curly hair stood slightly in front of a girl with long blonde hair. The blonde held an ugly look, one that didn't suit her at all.

The two other figures were the darkest looking of them all. A very dark, tall man who must like the color black stood next to a boy with snow white hair that wore a black hoodie. He had similar color eyes at the man he was next to. He was perched on his staff while giving her a creepy smirk. She immediately looked away.

"It's nice to see you again, Boo," the man in black greeted with a wicked smile.

"I thought we came to an agreement, Pitch," the witch ignored his greeting, "What do you want this time?"

"I would like to hire your associate for our upcoming plan," he answered bluntly.

"I'm telling you, Pitch," the albino behind him stood on his staff with inhuman balance, "We don't need any one of these people. I can handle it all on my own."

The man with the mask went to step forward but the scarred man stopped him by holding a hand up.

"Mother," the blonde called to the woman, "May I please release my army on the imbecile?"

"Don't waste any of your time on what's already dead," she answered.

"Jack," Pitch warned, "Be quiet!" He threw a black sand ball his way and it hit its target. The boy was struck to a tree and his back hit it with force. The boy groaned in pain.

"My associate is trained to prepare to kill anyone, but it's not up to me if she wants to join or not. With that, I'll be on my way." The witch was going to walk away until she bumped into a beast with glowing green eyes with the masked Viking right next to it.

"This does concern you as well," the woman with curly hair said, "It concerns all of us."

"Our lives could be over soon if we don't do anything about it," the scarred man said in an intimidating whisper.

"That means you," Pitch added.

"Alright," the witch agreed, "I'm listening."

"We would like your magic to play a part in our plan," Pitch started.

"Figured," the witch rolled her eyes in boredom, "What for though?"

"Your magic will play a part in taking what we need," the woman with curly hair said.

"We found out why we always lose," Pitch added.

"The opponents always know what to do when we go against them," the scarred man said.

"Because of one person that helps them," Pitch finished.

"So you want to capture this person?" the witch asked.

"And take back our glory," Pitch grinned.

The witch shrugged, "Fine by me, but my associate has to get paid."

There was a small sack that was tossed to Merida's feet. She picked it up and opened it to see a handful of gold coins.

"Will that suffice?" Merida looked up to the masked man talking to her. His eerie glowing green eyes peaked through his helmet.

She nodded in response.

Word Count: 799

Status: Unedited