I couldn't believe he did that! He took my prized possession. My book full of all my stories! I knew he didn't like to hear about my stories. That is why I lied. I didn't expect him to take my book from me. I was crying all the way through the woods to the cove. I need to hit something and there was a tree in there that I like to pound with my fists. I started to punch the tree. I was crying and screaming and hitting that tree as hard as I could. With my right wrist being broken, it was already difficult to write. Now I was pounding against a tree. I didn't care. The pain I felt was nothing compared to the pain I had in my heart.

"Why does Daddy hate me so much?" I cried as I slumped down against the tree. Frostbite came up next to me and nudged me. "Why can't he be proud of what I do? I wouldn't lie, I wouldn't hide anything if he just listened!" I cried some more.

"I don't know why your dad does what he does." Frostbite said. "But I am sure he doesn't hate you." I sneezed and continued to sobb.

"Unn?" said a soft voice. I turned to see Hackett. I felt myself grit my teeth as I looked at him. The favorite one. The one who could do no wrong.

"What do you want?!" I screamed.

"Are you okay?" Hackett asked with concern. "Why are you crying?"

"It's none of your bee's wax!" I yelled as I continued to sob.

"My little sister is crying. Of course it is my bee's wax." he said going to sit next to me.

"Get away from me, so help me Odin!" I cried backing away. "I want nothing to do with you!"

"Unn, please let me..." Hackett started.

"NO!" I screamed and ran out of the cove not caring if Frostbite was with me or not.

I ran all the way to the haunted cabbage field and sat on the cliff over looking the ocean. I had never felt so angry in my life. I sneezed again and a cough followed. I was getting sick... again. I sat on the cliff until I couldn't stand the cold no longer and went back to the village. As soon as I got to the village, it started to hail again. Momma saw me as she came out of the house and rushed me to the Great Hall. I was so mad I didn't want anything to eat. Not even warm bread with yak butter.

As I looked around I avoided looking at my dad. I did notice that Hackett was already there and so was Frostbite. I started to cough and went to my cot. I tucked myself in and let more angry tears flow. Soon I felt someone sit on the side of my cot.

"Unn." Daddy said gently. I said nothing. "Sweet stuff, are you hungry?" he asked. I still refused to reply. "I have warm bread with yak butter." he said. I still refused to reply. I didn't even move. "Unn are you okay?" he said going to touch me. I slapped his hand away and turned over to my other side so I wasn't facing him. "I guess you're tired. Good night sweet stuff." he said leaning down to kiss my head. I threw the blanket over my head. I did not want him touching me. Daddy then sighed and left.

Daddy woke me up again the next morning with a kiss like usual. My head was pounding and I felt queasy. Daddy quickly put his hand against my forehead.

"How are you feeling sweet stuff?" he asked. I responded by vomiting on myself. Daddy quickly removed the blanket. "Astrid, Unn has a fever." I was always getting sick. I was physically tough. I could take a lot of beatings. Medically though, I have been sick often. Momma came over and felt my forehead.

"Go get Gothi." she said cleaning me up. Hackett gave Momma his tunic so I could wear something clean. Momma then wrapped me in several layers of blankets. I felt like a bug in a rug... but not a comfy rug. Gothi came over and checked me over... again and pronounced that it was just a fever and to keep me well hydrated.

"Astrid, can I take care of her this time?" asked Daddy. Momma looked at him.

"What about your duties and the forge?" she asked.

"The storm is still going so we can't use the forge. Everything is fine right now." Daddy said. "Please Astrid. I want to take care of Unn." Daddy asked kneeling next to me as I sweated profusely. I was to sick to care who was with me. Momma looked at me then at Daddy.

"Fine, but as soon as she starts crying, I am coming back you hear?" she said walking off. Well that wasn't hard. I always cried when I had a fever. I was about to when Daddy picked me up and laid me against him.

"It's okay baby. I've got you." he said. I felt like crying because I was so angry at him but I couldn't make the tears fall. He unwrapped the blankets from around me, put me up against him, then covered us with the blankets. I fell asleep immediately. I started to have nightmares of almost drowning like I did a couple days before. Daddy would wake me tell me it was okay and I would drift back off to sleep.

I don't remember much of that day. I do remember waking up crying. Momma then took me away from Daddy. Somehow this didn't make me feel better. I just started to feel worse. That night I was constantly waking up in tears due to the fever.

"Astrid please, I think if I am right there everything will be better." He whispered.

"Hiccup, she is already upset about you taking her book. When she came back to the village her eyes were swollen and puffy. I know you did it to teach her a lesson, but when she is sick, she needs someone who she isn't mad at." Momma replied.

"Please Astrid, I want to hold my little girl." Daddy said. That was when I felt horrible for what I did to my dad. The fever made my tears start again.

"Daddy." I said weakly and in between sobs. Daddy came over to me.

"What is it sweet stuff?" he asked concern filling his eyes.

"I'm sorry Daddy." I whispered. "I'm sorry."

"Come here baby." he said picking me up and laying me against him. Even though I was 9 and didn't consider myself a baby, I didn't mind daddy calling me that at times like these. I cried as quietly as I could and Daddy just held me.

"I'm sorry Daddy." I whimpered. "I'm sorry."

"Shh. It's okay baby." he said. Daddy kissed my head and rocked me.