Your childhood used to be fun, exciting, loving and caring, lately it’s just been demanding, stressful and exhausting, once Hiccup was being groomed to be the chief of Berk, you were pushed aside as per usual, your father never spent time with you anymore.

Stoick would look your way but he’d send you to clean the dragon stables or something more time consuming, you would always be the odd one out of the family.

You sat in the dining hall at the head table, your father was there with Hiccup and Gobber, you weren’t as close as you would’ve liked, your father noticed you and he stood up, speaking to you.

“Listen lassie, you need to chin up more, you’re my daughter. Okay?”