"Deal?" Hicca had had enough. Her father never listened, and he wasn't listening now. "Dad... I...?" Stoick cut her off. "Deal?" The young heiress scowled, depositing the large axe on the stairs below her. "No! No deal! I don't want to fight dragons! Not anymore!" Stoick huffed. "Don't talk to me like that Hicca. I'm your father and you will treat me as such." His daughter scoffed in return. "A father listens to their god-damn kid! You haven't listened to me! Ever! You don't care about me and you don't listen to me! Am I that worthless to you that you would treat your own kid like this?!" Stoick was fuming. "You always stuff up and cost us the raids! I tell you to stay inside for a reason! Sometimes I wish you had been taken by dragons instead of your mother!" Hicca froze, not believing what she had just heard. She slumped slightly, and Stoick realized what he had said as well, reaching a hand towards her. "Hicca...I..." She shook her head, tears threatening to fall. "I really am worthless to you aren't I?" Without another word, the young heir ran up the stairs, slamming her door and falling onto her bed. She could hear her fathers footsteps slowly fading away out of the house and her breathing became shuddered. "I really am worthless..." Her mind wandered back to the Night Fury and she chuckled. "I shot down a Night Fury..." She soon nodded off to sleep, still upset, snuggling under the blankets.