(A/N): I don't own any of the characters, except for female Hiccup and male Asher.

Character's Narration = like this

People speaking = like this

People thinking = like this

Hicca's POV

It was nighttime when I finally woke up. I gasped and jolted up to a sitting position, when I finally woke up. I looked up to the sky and groaned at what time it is. It is time to go home, before my father realizes that I am gone. I quickly grabbed my dropped knife and placed it safely in my belt, along with my dropped satchel with my supplies with it and wrapped it over my shoulder and raced home.

When I got there, I slowly and carefully opened the door to my house. There near the fireplace sat my father, on his chair. Not wanting to get his attention, I closed the door and without a sound crept to the stairs to my room. However, when I reached the first step, my father called to me.

"Hiccup," he started. This made me stop in my tracks and turn towards him, with my fists clenching tightly.

"Father," I exclaimed,"I need to talk to you dad," I stood facing him.

"I need to speak with you too daughter"he stated, he clamped his hands together and stood there; staring at me.

"I don't wanna fight dragons/I think its time you learned how to find dragons," me and him said at the same time.

"What?"we both said at the same time as well.

"You first," he pointed his hand to me, gesturing me to go on.

"No you go first,"I declined, telling him to go first.

"All right,"he began,"you get your wish;dragon training, you start in the morning."

"Oh man, I should have gone first," I couldn't believe what I was hearing,"cause I was thinking you know, we have a surplus of dragon fighting vikings. But do we have enough adventure like vikings or such." I tried to get him to go of his decision, but he handed a huge axe towards me.

"Father I don't want to fight dragons," I pleaded with him to not go with the decision.

"Oh come one," he laughed,"yes you do,"

"Okay, I can't fight dragons," I rephrased.

"But you will fight dragons," he declared.

"No I'm pretty sure I won't," I tried again

"It's time Hiccup," he explained, "this is serious. When you carry this axe, you carry all of us with you. Which means you walk like us, you talk like us, you think like us. No more of this." When he finished he used is hands and waved them at me.

"You just gestured to all of me," I said brokenhearted.

"Deal?" he asked.

"This conversation feels very one sided,"

"Deal?!" he asked again.

"Deal," I sighed defeated. With that my father grabbed a basket and wrapped it over his arm, along with his helmet on his head and began to leave. "Train hard. I'll be back probably."

"And I'll be here, maybe," I sighed again and with that my father shut the door. My father was now leaving on the raid. A part of me wanted to race after him and say 'I love you' to him and beg him not to go. However, another part of me was telling me something else.

The other part was telling me to run after him and tell him everything. That I don't want to be a dragon fighter or a viking. That the wish that I want isn't to kill a dragon, anymore anyway; but to see the world. See the legends my mother talks about see if their real. Along, with telling him the most important part that I let a Night Fury live.

What am I thinking? He's Stoick The Vast. He's a Viking first and a father second. I will always be his second choice. He will never listen to me. If he hears me say those things he might disown me as his daughter. For now I will have to do as my father asked and train to be a Dragon Killer.

"Looks like I'll have to stop by his house again tomorrow," I thought about leaving tomorrow fresh in the morning, to train at my mentor's house, "at least I have someone to talk to and his name is Grum The Weird."

(A/N):So the father-like figure is named 'Grum The Weird'. I changed it from 'Gobblet' to 'Grum' just that the name Gobblet was too similar to Gobber