Speranza, a young Viking girl who lived with her father, woke up hungry, as usual. She went downstairs and stoked up the fire quietly, trying not to rouse her father. Then she silently lifted the cauldron to the hook and added water and a little yak milk before pouring four pounds of porridge into the simmering liquid. Once it was done she braced herself as she made her way over to her sleeping father. He had a flask of smelly alcohol in his hand. She knew she would be hit so she shook his wrist gently. He woke with a grunt and smacked her into a corner.
"What?" he growled. He didn't give her respond as he picked her up by the hair. She winced but didn't cry out. It would only have made him angrier.
"B-breakfast is ready," she whispered loud enough for him to hear. He dropped her and she huddled in the nearest corner. She curled up as he dug in.
"Go get more firewood," her father ordered. She had long given up on calling him "Daddy;" he acted more like a cruel slave owner. She knew it was because her mother had died giving birth to her, so she didn't hate him, but he made her fear him. She nodded and left with a small hatchet and basket for carrying back the wood.
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Gobber's Daughter
FanfictionOn the Viking Isle of Berk, the blacksmith, Gobber the Belch, takes in a young girl who was abused by her father, that is until she's saved by the chief, Stoick the Vast. She decides to make a difference in the lives of all those who helped her, so...
