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As far as Hiccup is concerned, there's nothing major wrong with her physically, so being ordered to rest just pisses her off even more than she already is.
It's not even resting that's her issue; it's resting like this. She'd be perfectly fine with curling up next to Toothless and temporarily forgetting about her problems.
But forgetting about her problems is significantly harder when they keep knocking on her door.
"What do you want?"
"To talk" Stoick walks in. What's even the point of knocking then?
"About?"
"Anything, Hiccup, it's been years."
"If I told you I didn't want to talk to you, would you actually leave?"
"Hiccup, please"
"Let the lass be, Stoick." Gobber shows up. "it's probably been a rough couple a days for her."
Stoick looks at Hiccup again, then heads down the stairs. Gobber turns to follow.
"Gobber, wait" He turns back.
"Stay… please?"
He pulls up a chair and sits next to her.
"What's on yer mind, lass?"
"I don't know"
"Do ya wanna talk about something?"
"yes."
"…"
"…"
"So how about what happened to yer leg?"
"He took it. Said I shouldn't be walking around yet anyway."
"No, the flesh one."
"Oh… dragon."
"Usually when a dragon takes someone's limb, they like dragons less."
"Yeah and when one stops someone from dying—multiple times—they usually like them more."
"I'm intrigued. I wouldnt stop ya from telling me the whole story."
"So, Berk hasn't had any dragon raids in a few years, right?"
"Yeah, we found that quite odd."
"Well the raids weren't really the dragons' faults. They needed to bring their queen food, or she'd eat them. It turns out that a mountain-sized dragon eats a lot."
"So why'd they stop then?"
"When I said I wouldn't kill dragons, I didn't consider the one exception."
"No…"
"Yes."
"Yer tellin' me ya killed the dragons' queen, and we never knew"
"Yeah, Berk was a bit more concerned about the fact that their heir was gone."
"You left to kill her, and didn't come back?"
"Well, I was planning to, but that didn't exactly work out."
"We're glad you did, eventually… well, I am. I can't exactly speak for everyone."
"I should probably get some sleep."
"Of course, lass." He gets up to leave.
"Gobber?"
"Hmm?"
"Is it bad that I missed you more than my own father?"
"Stoick wasn't exactly the greatest father. Can't really blame you."
"Yeah, I guess"
"He also wanted to kill you."
"Yeah"