A/N: Hey! I love reading fanfiction so I thought, why not write one of my own? I ship a lot of people but one of my favorites is HiJack! I also love the movie The Corpse Bride and I can't help but think how cute it would be if it was to HiJack. It makes sense, since Jack is technically dead in ROTG. So this came to be! Review please and let me know how I'm doing! I didn't want to follow the movie completely because that would be boring, so I hope I don't screw up so bad! But let me know if I am haha. Thanks!

Hiccup raced down the hallway, trying to fix his green tie on the way. He could hear his father shouting his name to get him to hurry up.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Hiccup huffed, jumping into the carriage his father waited in.

"You're a mess," his father commented.

"Sorry," Hiccup mumbled, patting down his brown hair that went slightly passed the tips of his ears. "Why do I have to do this anyway?"

"Because it's good for status."

"You know they just want more money," Hiccup sighed.

"They are a high standing family and it will benefit us both," his father said sternly.

"I don't even know the girl, what if I don't like her?"

"I doesn't matter, you two will be married."

Hiccup sighed and stared out the window as the carriage bumped up and down across the cobblestone roads. The old buildings passed by slowly as the horse pulling the carriage moved at a slow trot. Looking at his father Hiccup knew he didn't resemble him much. His father, Stoick, was bigger built and looked very intimidating with his burly beard and mean look. Hiccup knew his father could be gentle, but he rarely was. Being the head of the town meant that he didn't have much time for his son. Hiccup was tiny in comparison. He had thin arms and legs and barely had any muscle surrounding his small frame. He knew people in the town laughed at him from behind closed doors about how he will never live up to his father's legacy.

This marriage was supposed to help Hiccup gain his own status rather than hiding in his father's shadow. After all, Lady and Lord Hofferson were upstanding people and anyone to marry their daughter would definitely be seen just as admirable. The only reason their family was probably agreeing to marry off their daughter to some pathetic looking boy is that they were running out of money and the head of the town would have plenty to spare.

Hiccup sighed once again as the carriage came to an abrupt stop, almost flinging the small boy off of his seat. Hiccup quickly scampered out of the carriage and waited for his father to squeeze his way out of the small door. He followed behind his father to the large doors and knocked loudly.

"Be sure not to embarrass me," Stoick said firmly. "First impressions are everything."

Hiccup rubbed the back of his neck nervously. If things didn't go well, Hiccup was afraid of how his father would react. If a desperate family didn't even want to deal with Hiccup, there wouldn't be much hope after that.

A short butler opened the door and the two of them stepped into the house. It was big, Hiccup noticed, but empty. A few framed portraits of past family members hung along the corridors and a lone piano sat in a corner full of dust.

"Presenting Lord and Lady Hofferson," the butler suddenly announced, echoing through the halls. A sharply dressed man and woman walked down the large flight of steps and came to a stop at the bottom.

"Pleasure to meet you," Stoick said in the nicest tone of voice he could muster.

"And to you," Lord Hofferson said, but Hiccup could see the small look of disapproval as his eyes landed on Hiccup. The Lord sighed heavily and started walking towards a different room. "We have many things to discuss."

Hiccup watched as the adults talked their way into a different room. He didn't want to follow. He didn't want to hear the Hofferson's concern with marrying their daughter away to someone like him. He looked around the empty room and found himself sitting on the piano bench. He stared at the keys. It amazed him when people played the piano so flawlessly. Hiccup found himself to be too clumsy with the notes and it always sounds like he tries too hard. His father told him to stop since he could never play it beautifully.

"Do you play?"

Hiccup quickly stood up at the sudden voice and turned around to see a beautiful young lady in an off white dress that covered everything up to her chin.

Hiccup quickly shook his head. "No, no, I don't play," he stammered, waving his hand as if to shoo away the very thought and knocked over the small vase that rested on top. "Oh! I'm sorry," Hiccup stammered again, quickly setting the vase back up and trying to wipe away the water that now resided on the piano.

The young lady raised an eyebrow. "Not much of a gentleman, are you?"

"Just nervous," Hiccup said with a nervous laugh. He couldn't believe how stunning she was. Her blond hair was in a perfect bun that was braided around and her eyes were a bright blue. "I-I'm Hiccup," he said, holding out his hand.

"Astrid," she answered back, shaking his small hand with a firm grip. "When I pictured myself getting married it was at least to a guy who was bigger than me."

Hiccup took note that Astrid was slightly taller, but she was also probably wearing heals of some sort. Hiccup half-laughed. "Yeah, I'm sure I'm not really what you were expecting."

"No, you aren't," Astrid admitted. "And I've heard of what people say about you."

Hiccup sighed. "You don't say."

"A lot of people say you're pretty pathetic. And seeing you face to face and I can see why," Astrid continued. "And you always seem to get yourself into trouble somehow."

"You know you can stop anytime now," Hiccup groaned.

Astrid smiled softly. "But you seem nice enough. I don't think this will be unbearable."

"Gee, thanks," Hiccup said, rolling his eyes. A sudden burst of pain spread through his upper right arm as Astrid punched him.

"I was trying to be nice," Astrid said.

"Ow! What the heck?" Hiccup exclaimed, rubbing his sore arm.

"Just try not to ruin my family name," Astrid added with a slight glare, startling Hiccup.

"Young Lady!" an older woman shouted, wobbling down the stairway. "You know you aren't supposed to go off without a chaperone when visitors are here!"

"I got bored," Astrid shrugged.

"Come, you are not finished getting ready," the old lady said, guiding Astrid back up the stairs.

Hiccup watched as she disappeared down a hallway. He couldn't figure her out. First she sounded like she hated him, then it was like she was okay with him, but then ended with a threat. Hiccup shook his head and sighed. He guessed it could have been worse. She did smile at him after all. Hiccup decided to make his way to the room where the others were talking. He stopped when her heard his father pleading.

"Please, Hiccup needs this marriage," Stoick said.

"But he's so small," Lady Hofferson's voice said. "Our daughter is probably taller than him! Do you know how that will look up at the altar?"

"And don't you lie to us, we hear the rumors," Lord Hofferson added. "You aren't doing this for your son as much as you are doing this for yourself. You just want to throw him into this so you don't have to deal with him anymore and you're hoping if he does come back he won't be such a child."

Hiccup stared wide eyed at the door. That couldn't have been true! Sure, Hiccup knew he was a little immature. He loved to draw and that wasn't seen as too manly around here. But for his father to want to get rid of him...

Hiccup heard a big sigh come from his father. "You're my last hope. I'll make sure your family lives comfortably."

Hiccup backed away from the door. His father didn't deny the rumor. Not only that, but he was bribing them. His father didn't want him. Hiccup felt tears brim his eyes and he tried to blink them back.

"Ok, then deal," Lady Hofferson said.

The door opened and Stoick looked down on Hiccup. "Son... how long were you standing there?" Stoick asked, almost nervously.

Hiccup opened his mouth to answer but stopped as more tears threatened to come out. He quickly turned away and ran out the door. He couldn't face his father right now knowing he just wanted to get rid of him. Get Hiccup out of the house so he doesn't have to deal with him. True, every time Hiccup tried to prove himself to his father something terrible goes wrong. He didn't even want to think about the time he accidently set part of the forest on fire when he tried to prove he was old enough to start his own campfire. Some buildings in town even got caught in the flames. It was not a good day.

But to go as far as to say he wanted to get rid of him? To get him out of the house? And to bribe a family to do so! If Hiccup didn't feel pathetic before he did now. He stopped trying to keep the tears back as he continued running. He didn't care if it meant he was weak. He didn't care that guys shouldn't cry. No one else cared about him, why should he care?

Hiccup panted as he wiped his eyes so his sight wasn't blurry anymore. He realized he was in the forest. The trees were thin and bare since winter was starting. The moonlight made them cast creepy shadows that looked like they took shape, some looking like boney hands. Hiccup would have been afraid, but he just didn't care about it. He was still caught up on what he heard his father say.

"I'm not a child!" Hiccup yelled to the trees, causing a crow to caw and fly away. "I am not pathetic! They are! For marrying off their daughter for money!" Hiccup took out the ring he was supposed to give to Astrid and stared at the gold band. She didn't like him. In the short meeting it was easy to read the disappointment in her face. And who could blame her? Hiccup clutched the ring in his hand and looked over at a mound of snow. "Take the stupid ring!" Hiccup yelled, chucking it so it vanished beneath the cold heap. He didn't want to marry her either.

Hiccup went to continue his tantrum when a strong breeze blew so hard his hair flew around his face. "What the heck?" Hiccup commented to himself. Snow lifted from the ground and swirled in an unnatural way, making Hiccup back away in shock. His foot hit a root that protruded outwards and Hiccup fell back but didn't keep his eyes off of the swirling snow that slowly took shape.

Hiccup felt like he was on the brink of hyperventilation as a boy with pure white hair emerged and the rest of the snow dropped back to the ground. He wore black pants and a white button shirt with a light blue tie and vest. It would have looked nice if it wasn't for the rips and tears. The boy was pale and almost blue in color. And that wasn't what freaked Hiccup out the most. One tear in the shirt exposed a couple of his ribs and a patch on his left hand also showed the bones underneath.

The boy looked down at Hiccup as if he was examining him. Hiccup stayed still, frozen in fear.

"What a way to propose," the boy said, now looking at the ring Hiccup had just thrown. He looked back down at Hiccup. "But you are pretty cute. I accept."

Hiccup screamed.