Another new fanfic! HTTYD & Coraline Crossover. Enjoy!

"It went down just off Raven Point. Let's get a search party out there before..."

"Stop! Just, stop!"

Stoick yelled loudly, cutting off Hiccup's words. Hiccup closed his mouth, looking surprised and hurt. Stoick looked furious.

"Every time you step outside disaster falls. Can you not see that I have bigger problems? Winter is almost here and I have an entire village to feed!"

"B, but Dad-"

Hiccup stammered, why couldn't he just listen for once? He wasn't lying this time. He had proof. He had thought FINALLY he would be accepted by his father. Not this!

"Why can't you follow the simplest orders?"

"Dad, please, just listen-"

"Get back to the house. Make sure he gets there."

Stoick barked to Gobber, ignoring every word Hiccup tried to say. Hiccup's green eyes were full of hurt and anger.

"I have his mess to clean up."

Those words struck Hiccup like a sharp blade piercing through his heart. This was what he was to his father. A mess. A troublemaker. A mistake. He forced himself not to cry. Vikings didn't cry. But was he even a Viking?

He passed the other teenagers, as he was lead firmly by Gobber. They laughed and taunted him, "praising" him for his work. Hiccup didn't care about them. He just watched Astrid. At least she wasn't laughing at him. But her disappointed blue gaze burned into his mind. Hiccup's shoulders sagged miserably, trying to look away.

Gobber tried to reason him back at home. It didn't help Hiccup one bit.
He slammed the door to his house in frustration. Why couldn't HE be a Hero for once? Admired by his tribe, making his father proud, loved back from somebody he loved? He hated this world. He hated the way his father disowned him, the villagers scoffed at him. He hated himself.

Even if he really HAD caught a Night Fury, would that have changed anything? People just thought he was lying, brushing it off like other times. Hiccup realized, no matter how much he tried, he would never become a proper Viking in Berk.

He collapsed on his hard, wooden bed with a thump, into the furry, itching covers. He shifted around, trying to drift off the sleep, when he felt a small lump under the covers. Hiccup threw off the furs in curiosity, revealing a small but well made rag doll. It wore a green tunic, with a brown fur vest. Its face was pale and freckled, with black button eyes and light brown hair shooting up at every direction. Huh. Why is this so familiar? Then, Hiccup realized, this doll was a mini replica of him! He held up the doll in awe, examining the details that matched his own. Where had this doll come from? Hiccup had never seen this doll before. Definitely not his father, he would give Hiccup an axe rather than a doll, and he didn't care about Hiccup anyway. It couldn't be…. Hiccup's face flushed scarlet. He was letting his hopes go too high. Why would SHE care about him? Maybe it was Gobber. Gobber was one of the few people that even knew Hiccup was alive. Gobber wasn't really the knitting type, but that made the most sense.

Whoever made this; he immediately grew fond of the little version of himself. He was getting old for dolls, of course, but the doll was grinning so widely, in a slightly lopsided but in a happy grin. It reminded him of the times when there wasn't any expectations, no need to prove himself. He clutched the doll in his arms and closed his eyes. He felt strangely safer with this rag doll in his arms. He imagined a peaceful, soft humming tune in his head, and drifted off to sleep.

Hiccup didn't know this small little doll would change his life completely.

A/N: Please Review! I know I'm not the best writer but it feels so empty with 0 reviews.