Hello, readers! This is a Pride and Prejudice AU using the characters of The Big Four. The idea randomly popped into my head when I was mulling over what to do for the last day of Hijack Week and as I started putting characters into their rolls, it fit so nicely. I plan on going through the whole novel. Not every little detail and event though, but the major ideas and scenes will be there with some of the smaller parts. But, I have taken liberties on some of the smaller parts and details in the story. I also had to nix one of the sisters. It saddens me because I adore Mary so much, and I feel that she is consistently cast to the side in productions.

Note: Some of the genders have been changed around because this is a female dominate book. However, Jack and Hiccup are still males: it adds to the social issue for them being together, especially during the time period. Also, Toothless is now human.

To minimize confusion: the Overlands are the Bennetts, the Bennetts are the Lucas family, Jackson (Jack) is Elizabeth, Emma (Jack's sister) is Jane, Mary (Merida) is Lydia, Sarah (Sandy) is Kitty, Thomas Liely (Toothless) is Mr. Bingley, Jennifer (Jamie) is Charlotte, and Sophia (Sophie) is Charlotte's sister whose name escapes me.

I hope you guys enjoy this because I'm having a blast writing it. Please leave a review of what you think; they are greatly appreciated! Thanks!

Disclaimer: I don't own 'ROTG', 'HTTYD' or 'Pride and Prejudice'

"But you must go and call upon him!" Mrs. Overland cried to her husband while he was doing his best to ignore her screeches and focus on the book he held.

"And why must I do such a thing?" he stated simply.

"Why? Surely you jest! If you do not see him then you cannot introduce your daughters to him at the community dance. It's rumored he plans on making an appearance. Mr. Bennett has already called and his wife his simply overjoyed. She has two daughters, Mr. Overland. She will surely be desperate to get them noticed by him. Don't you want our daughters to have a chance as well?"

"I believe the Bennett girls are perfectly lovely."

"Well, yes, they are. Sophia and Emma are such dear friends, and Jennifer has always been so sweet to Jackson. But, our Emma is handsomer than Sophia. Her hair resembles straw too much and she is far too wild to be the wife of such an esteemed man. And Jennifer, Jennifer is too plain to attract such a young man. But then perhaps, someone who is certainly unfit of such a title will swoop in and take him. Perhaps Mrs. Cecily's daughters? Or, maybe the young slip of a girl that Mr. Tourney is looking after. If you do not call, I am certain that my nerves will not be able to withstand such a tragedy."

"Oh, I am quite familiar with your nerves, seeing as they have been my constant companion for near twenty years."

Young Jackson Overland had the misfortune of stepping into his father's library at that moment. A book clutched in his hands that he was eager to discuss with his father. He believed the main character far too dull. Perhaps his life would've ended on a more pleasant note if he hadn't been so afraid of fun. However, his prospected discussion was shoved away the moment he stepped into the room.

His mother rushed over to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him to her chest. Her eyes never rested on him as she continued arguing, "Dear Jackson, please inform your father how important it is that he visits Mr. Liely. If he wishes to see a daughter of his properly married, it must be done."

"Who?" Jackson stumbled out confused, his eyes flitting between his parents.

His mother huffed as she slapped his arm. "You men! Thomas Liely. He just bought the Dreki Vǫllr over the hill. He has several thousands of pounds to his name, and his only known relatives are distant cousins. It is a well-known truth that a man in possession of a good fortune must desire a wife. If one of your sisters were to marry him, she would be settled into a comfortable life."

Her eyes turned back to her husband as she accused, "And your father as no desire to see one of his daughters in such a life. He would rather they grow to be old maids forced to stay here looking after us. Or worse, forced to marry a blacksmith or tailor! And you would be unable to care for them without a house to your name. Your father will die and there will be nothing for us."

The young man's warm brown eyes darted to his father who was quite successfully hiding the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Jackson felt a smile tugging on his own as he placed a comforting arm around his mother and asked, "If he had no desire to see them settled as such, why would he have called on him already?"

Mrs. Overland's eyes flew to her husband, wide in expectancy and hope. "Is—is it true, Mr. Overland?"

The man huffed as he set his book down on his lap, a long finger marking his place. A light smile danced over his face as he turned his eyes to his son. "I had hoped to continue my amusement at least until dinner," he reprimanded lightly.

"Oh, Mr. Overland!" his wife exclaimed as she left her son and clasped her hands in joy. She bustled to her husband and stooped to place a chaste kiss on his haggard cheek. "I knew you were a good father. I knew it. Emma!" she yelled towards the door as she stood.

Within a moment, a young woman peered in eagerly. She had a pleasant face framed by brown curls that fell from the bun piled atop her head. "Yes, Mamma?" she asked.

"We must find you a dress for the dance on Friday!" the older woman exclaimed.

Emma's eyebrows puckered in confusion. "I thought I was wearing the pale pink, Mamma."

"No, no! That is a fine dress, but, dear, it is not meant to impress anyone! We must show you off to Mr. Liely. You are such a pleasant girl, and once your father introduces you he will know. But first, you must catch his eye!" she exclaimed with her finger high in the air. She bustled out of the room, dragging her daughter after her. "We shall look through your closet again. If we can't find anything suitable, we will go to town tomorrow."

Pale brown eyes sought out ones of a darker shade. "Jack," the young woman pleaded.

The young man could only shrug his shoulders at the disappearing form of his sister. He knew his mother's antics quite well, and he took pity on the next several hours his sister had to endure before dinner.

A gruff laugh sounded behind him, Jackson turned to see his father, a smile creasing his withered face. "I see you've finished the book, Jack. How did you enjoy it?"

"Well enough, but—" he began before he was cut off by his father raising a hand.

"I'm sorry, but your mother has drained me. I'd appreciate it if my library could return to a quiet sanctuary for a few hours."

"Of course, Father," he replied with a smile as he placed the book in its proper place on one of the many shelves and silently left his father to his book.

"One more thing, Jackson," came his father's voice.

The young man glanced over his shoulder to see his fathering peering over the top of his book. "Please inform Mary and Sarah that they may remove themselves from underneath my window now."

His comment was met by a swirl of whispers and Jackson nodded his consent, a smile tugging at his lips as he stepped outside and rounded the house to see his two younger sisters squatting in the gardens. "Come away from there now," he ordered.

Mary blew a stray fiery curl from her eye as she huffed. She stood up and dusted off her dress. "I was just enjoying the show."

"Well, it's over now. Besides, you are well aware of how rude it is to eavesdrop."

The young girl stuck out her tongue at her brother as she turned to pull her sister off the ground. "You do it often enough," she countered.

"Yes, but I know how not to get caught," Jackson replied with a smirk.

His redheaded sister scrunched her nose at him before she turned on her heel and stalked of across the grounds, calling over her shoulder, "Are you coming, Sarah?"

The young blonde pushed a stray curl behind her ear and gave Jackson a shy smile before silently taking off after her younger sister.

Mrs. Overland was in a tizzy as she prepped her daughters for the dance that night, but most especially her eldest Emma, her pride and joy. Nothing in her wardrobe had been sufficient to please the desperation in the old woman, so they day after had resulted in a trip to town. Mary and Sarah had begged to come along in hopes of spotting soldiers, and Jackson had been dragged into going as well to keep his eye on the young girls. Emma had followed her mother diligently and obediently allowed her to fuss and fawn over her in her search for a dress. In the end, a pale cream dress was settled on and some lovely green lace.

When the fiery headed girl had seen the purchases she had laughed, declaring how glad she was she didn't have to wear that old thing. "It's too restricting," she stated as she walked arm in arm with her eldest sister. "It's a shame no one in this town approves of the latest trends. There are so much more freeing."

She had continued prattling on, her shadow completely forgotten.

Jackson had walked alongside his second youngest sister, offering his arm to the sweet girl. She had smiled and had accepted graciously.

"Did you like the dress?" he had asked her.

She had nodded silently, a gentle smile pulling at her lips.

"Perhaps one day, Mother will buy you one."

"Perhaps," she had whispered wistfully.

Now the night was upon them and the brown haired man sat in the drawing room, a tired smile on his face, as he and his father silently listened to the hustle and bustle that was Mrs. Overland.

"But, Mamma, I thought you liked the green lace!"

"Oh hush, Emma, take it out! We need you to catch his eye. Mary! Mary, put your lace in, I will not have you going to the dance dressed as such."

"Emma doesn't have to wear hers!"

"Emma isn't fifteen. Put your lace on. It's your first dance, no need to give the wrong impression!"

A weak laugh passed Jackson's lips as he continued to listen to the bustle.

First downstairs was Emma, her cream dress accentuating her figure and pale skin and allowing her eyes to sparkle brighter. She gave her father and brother a shy smile as she sat on the couch next to the brown haired young man.

"You look beautiful, Emma," he said earnestly to his older sister.

A pale pink colored her cheeks in a wonderful way as she mumbled her thanks.

"Yes," her father agreed, "if this Mr. Liely isn't taken with you on first sight, I wouldn't want him in the family. I refuse idiocy to enter this household. Lord knows I have enough of it already."

The woman was saved from further compliments by Mrs. Overland entering into the room. "Jackson!" she cried as she hustled over to her son. Her fingers ran through his hair in desperate attempt to tame the wild mass.

"Mother!" he sighed in exasperation, pulling away from her greedy grasp. "You won't be able to do a thing to it."

With a huff she turned to fuss over Mary who had just burst into the room, Sarah close on her heels.

Jackson shook his head at the whole affair. He wasn't comfortable with Mary going to the dance. She was young. She was too eager for fun and so were the men. But, if father approved. Besides, he thought with a smile, no man here would be able to handle her. She tends to be a bit too willful.

"Shall we be going?" his mother asked. "We can't keep him waiting!"