*Normal P.O.V*

Since the day he was born, Hiccup had no control over his life. His father, the chief of the village of Berk ordered Hiccup around every day and dictated every single detail of his existence. From how he dressed to now who he will marry. It was a tradition of the chief's first born (or only born in Hiccup's case) to get married young. He didn't even get a say. Not that his father would listen anyway.

Now he was on his way with his father to the house of his soon-to-be bride. Worst of all, it was someone who hated him. Well, everyone hated him. Hiccup was seen as a freak because he wasn't strong or warrior-like. Her name was Astrid. He had to admit that she was the prettiest girl in the village, trouble was that she was stronger and had hated him since they were children. Thanks to his father their relationship will be even worse. She would probably hate him even more (If that was even possible) not to mention the fact that she would blame him for ruining her life as she had many admirers who would gladly kill Hiccup to be with her. Even Stoick, his own father, seemed to dislike him. The only one who had shown him affection was his black dog Toothless. Sad thing was Toothless unfortunately had died a few years back, leaving Hiccup friendless and alone. He sighed. Maybe if he had more guts he would stand up to his father he would not be in this mess, but he knew it would only make matters worse.

Stoick glanced over to his son. He felt that this was the right decision to make. However his son seemed to think otherwise. Stoick hoped that Hiccup knew the reason for this was for his own good. Hiccup had a crush on the lass but little did he know that she liked him too. Problem is that she is too embarrassed to say, and when Astrid gets embarrassed she lashes out. This way the two of them would be happy together, or at least Stoick hoped. He loved Hiccup but as chief showing affection, even to their sons, is seen as showing weakness. Chief must never show weakness. No matter, he thought, the Lad will see things his way when he gets older. Well, he had been thinking that since Hiccup was wee. Now his boy was 17 but still he seemed distant from everyone. He often locked himself away, drawing creatures like dragons and the like from the old stories of their ancestors. At least that's what he thought he drew now. Funny thing is he used to show them to him all the time, but when he turned six he started to hide then and refused to show them to him. He didn't show any emotion anymore besides the occasional hurt, or even look him in the eye. It hurt Stoic. He had no idea what caused this change, since then he had barely said anything to him or anyone for that matter. He hoped that this would restore Hiccup's happiness and mend the broken bond. That was the plan anyway.

*time skip because I am lazy and uncreative XD*

Hiccup was standing outside of the great hall, where Stoick and Astrid's parents were talking. Its official, it can't get any worse he thought. He sat down, drawing his skinny knees to his chest and burying his pale freckle covered face in shame.

"Your pathetic. You know that right?" an aggressive voice boomed out near Hiccup. He peeked through his fingers to see Astrid. She was wearing a sea blue blouse and her normal long brown skirt with a silver belt. Her face held an expression of pure hatred but had Hiccup not covered his eyes again he would have seen some sadness in Astrid's blue eyes.

"Of all the men in this village I just have to get married to the one who doesn't even belong!" She screamed. However she was kicking herself on the inside. "Why am I doing this? I love him, so why am I tormenting him?" she questioned herself.

Hiccup couldn't even be bothered to come up with a half-hearted comeback. Thanks to Stoic everyday of his life after tomorrow would be like this. He would be subjected to this morning, noon and night. Hiccup decided just to let himself get subjected to this. Should be easier like that anyway. The usual verbal abuse continued. Insults he received every time he stepped out the house since he was little such as "Why were you born?" "You make me sick" and of course "You call yourself the son of a Chief? You will never live up to Stoick's legacy!".

However things took a turn for the worst when Astrid grabbed Hiccup's reddish brown hair and pulled him up onto his feet. "For Thor's sake! You would be better off dead! No one cares about you nor ever will! Even your own father can't stand you and would rather that you were six feet under*!" She roared in his face.

Silence fell. Even the noise from inside the great hall had stopped. Astrid was in shock. She couldn't believe she said that. She let go of Hiccup's hair and stepped back. "H..Hiccup I..." Before she could apologize Hiccup quietly muttered "I know" and slowly walked down the stairs leading to the hall. His pace began to quicken until he was sprinting away.

"Hiccup!" Astrid cried out. Behind her the doors of the great hall where flung open.

"SON!" Yelled Stoick. "WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"

From the distance, a faint cry of "To do what I should have done a long time ago" echoed in the village as the small frame of Hiccup melted into the shadows of the night.

*Hiccup's P.O.V*

I could still feel Astrid's hands pulling at my hair. I could still see her face sneering at me, as if to say "You are finally going to? Took you long enough. Good riddance." I don't know what's moving faster, my heart or my feet. I couldn't bear to look back, knowing that no one will miss me. I bet when the news get out they will all be glad. Something compelled me to move forward. Faster and faster. All the while Astrid's last comment repeated over and over in my head. Joining it was the looks I got from everyone in the village, but what hurt the most was the disappointed scowls from my dad. Then a memory I had tried so hard to forget resurfaced.

*Flash back*

Hiccup was about six when he sneaked into the main hall. He wanted to show his dad the new picture he drew. Drawing was all he was good at and his dad seemed to like them.
Hiding behind a column Hiccup was about to pounce on his dad and show him the drawing of a deadly nadder when he heard his father's deep voice.

"That lad has something wrong with him."

"Why'd ya say that?" Asked Gobber, Stoick's best friend.

"Have you seen him? Boys don't draw and the like, he should be roughhousing with the other boys or playing sport or something. He is also a weakling, inside and out. He cries like a baby over the smallest bruise. To be honest, Gobber, I highly doubt that he is my son at all. Thing is he is my only son so I'll just act happy when he shows me those god awful drawings."

Hiccup was heartbroken. So the other children were right? Dad hates me? Hiccup slowly backed away and snuck out of the great hall.

Running home Hiccup let the salty tears stain his pale face. When he got home he locked himself in his room. Curling himself into a ball and wiping his eyes with the back of his sleeve. He whimpered to himself "No. I can't cry. I can't prove him right. He hates me. He really hates me." Hiccup began to rip down all his drawings that decorated his walls. Viciously tearing them into shreds. Every last one. Toothless watched in confusion as this scene unfolded. Hiccup picked up the scraps and threw them out the window. After a pause he picked up a fresh sheet of paper and drew a grave with just one word on it.
Hiccup.

*End of Flashback*

"NO MORE!" I screamed. Clutching my head and shaking it like a dog to try to get those words and memories out of my head. "No more..." I begged. Falling on my knees. Exhaustion taking its toll. All I have ever wanted was friends. Anytime I tried to talk the cut me down before I can even say "Hello.". The girl I love wants me dead and my dad sees me as a failure. Why do the gods hate me? They took away my only friend and now this? I don't really have a choice now. If I do return to the village they will mock me even more than before and I will never have friends. Then again what chance to I have making friends here? Or even still survive here? I sighed. Permitting tears to fall for the first time in years. Since that day I have hidden my emotions and never cried on the outside. Do I even have the will to survive?

It was then that I realized where I had ended up. I was in the centre of the woods. A few unnamed graves were scattered around the place. The trees had twisted into skeleton hands that seemed to be reaching out towards me. Maybe it was my imagination, but I swore that I felt someone (or more likely something) staring at me.

*Jack's P.O.V*

I normally just hang here to get some fresh air. As fun as the land of the dead is I am still a Guardian. Meaning I have to help the others out every now and then when Pitch tries to make a comeback. Also sometimes I just want some peace and quiet. Despite all my friends I still feel lonely. None of my friends understand that. I wish there was someone I could relate to. Someone I can cheer up and make them smile again and protect. I stared at the man in the moon.

"I know you aren't meant to interfere or do much but please? Just this once. " I pleaded. I let out a sigh. Wishful thinking. I then heard sobbing not that far away from me so I took it upon myself to investigate. There was the cutest boy I have ever seen.
He had medium length dark red hair which framed his pale face which was dotted with freckles. He wore a black suit with a green tie that made his skin look even paler, Not as pale as me but it made him look very cute. It appeared he was having a nervous breakdown. It broke my heart. I wouldn't bare to see this innocent boy about my age cry his little heart out.

Looks like he needs someone to help him. As I realised that my wish had indeed been fulfilled for once a cheeky grin spread over my face. I thanked the man in the moon as I began to carry out my plan.