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Upon successfully picking the lock from the room her father had trapped her in, Kaia, a young woman in her early twenties, dark hair tied in a thick long braid, dashed through the boat, livid as ever.
Her grey eyes scan the battlefield, before finding Drago Bludvist looming over 'the great dragon master'-though, in her opinion, be wasn't quite how she imagined him.
"Dad!" She screeches so loud that it feels as if the whole battlefield comes to a halt.
She marches right over to him, brows knit and sneering.
Despite his image and prowess, even Drago is taken aback, before his face returns to a scowl once more.
"What are you doing out? Get back inside." He demands, in a cold voice.
Her face hardens, a fury of a thousand warriors radiating off of her.
Hiccup, Drago was, well, being a dick to, looks more confused than anything else-just like the rest of his people.
"You locked me in a room while you sat out here killing and destroying everything in your sight." Kaia tells him, taking a step closer.
Oddly enough, Drago's attention turns away from the young man and over to who's presumed to be his daughter.
"You ruined a sanctuary." She goes on.
"I had to-"
"You didn't have to do anything." She quickly interrupts.
"You turned my companion-" she gestures to 'his' bewilderbeast, "into a monster." She places a hand on her hip. "There was no reason other than your lunatic ideas, now you stop this battle or I will."
He looks at her with pure incredulousness. "I can't just stop a battle, that's not how this works."
Kaia, however, doesn't seem to accept such an answer, seemingly getting more agitated but the minute. "Dad, you stop this battle right now."
Drago shakes his head at her, "That's not how it works."
Kaia's left eye twitches, grey eyes boring into his dark eyes, "Accept defeat, it'll be easier on both ends."
Hiccup, who had been the target of Drago's attention, quietly walks away, as daughter and father have some sort of stand off in the midst of this battle, quietly walking over to join the rest of his group, none of them knowing what to think.
"Call off the this fight." She sternly tells him. "Call him off before something worse happens." Kaia goes on, not caring that by now almost everyone is staring at the two and honest to the gods, they hear him let out a very tired and exasperated sigh.
The kind of sigh that everyone is in the near proximity had heard from their own parents.
"If you refuse to listen to me, I will send for mother, and she can deal with you."
Drago momentarily freezes before rolling his eyes, obviously having to resume his whole image.
"You have caused enough damage as it is. You used me and my friend-" she gestures to the bewilderbeast once more, "lock me in my own room, and you start wars and battles with people who have nothing to do with us." She lists off, a fierce look of determination in her eyes, not particularly caring on what else is going on around them, or that by now everyone is staring at them.
"I am sick of this." She continues. "I can't take it anymore, it's not fair to anyone-especially the people you attack and dragons you kill." By now it's obvious that she's venting and ranting, angry and upset with his actions.
"Not only are you ruining everyone else's life, but mine, and your own. How are my future children supposed to grow up with a grandfather of your too busy slaughtering everything in existence?"
Drago, believe it or not, actually takes her words into consideration, though he doesn't look happy about it, of course he doesn't, but she doesn't back down.
"You're going home with me back to where we belong."
He sucks in a breath, clearly not liking what she's saying, but having no choice but to listen nonetheless while everyone stands around the battlefield, some whispering to each other, while others watching, most either confused or and on edge.
"I'm tired. I can't deal with any of this. Fix your crap, and get back on the boat so we can go back home." Kaia grabs the staff from his hands and yanks it out of his grasp.
"If you're really as smart as you think you are, then you'd actually listen to me."
Much to almost everyone's utter shock, Drago Bludvist, listens to the young woman.
The battle ceases, much to the confusion from both ends.
And much to his utter disdain-and unseen embarassment-Drago Bludvist was the first back on the boat, before he could object or even try to argue back.
As the rest of Drago's men were boarding their boat, Kaia, however, ran over to her companion, the bewilderbeast that Drago had used for own selfishness.
She looks up at the mighty dragon with something akin to adoration, placing her small hand onto one of his large tusks.
The dragon in question groans lowly, letting out a gentle icy huff.
"Let's go home." She quietly says resting her forehead against him.
"Finally." Kaia murmurs, a quiet sigh of relief.
Sure, she knows it won't be easy, at all, and I mean, it's a miracle that she managed to get this whole situation to cease, to begin with.
And when she hears Drago calling her name, she rolls her eyes with a huff, "In a minute!" She yells back, pulling away from the dragon.
Kaia saunters back on the boat before her father decides on how stupid it is to actually listen to her.
She knows that kind of mood he'll be in, the extra stubbornness, more argumentative, the lashing out, and anger, and utter pettiness that most parents seem to have after listening to or arguing with their children, but she couldn't care less.
She has her father back on her boat, and her friend no longer in his reign, which is all she's ever really wanted.
And with time, he'll come around.
Hopefully.
Maybe.
If she's lucky.