Really, Astrid didn't blame him. If it was her in his position? She wouldn't know where to start either. It was an overload of information certainly, but she hoped it'd possibly be a bit of a motivator for the scrawny viking. Sure, Hiccup hadn't tamed seas like his dad, but he'd tamed dragons and that was something no one else in the village could say they'd done without his help.

Her brows furrowed for a moment as she thought of what she would ask. How big was the dragon they'd destroyed, for starters. How gnarly did her leg look after it was amputated - but she knew these were details Hiccup probably wouldn't focus on, at least not at first. He always had a radically different approach to everything, questions included.

"Well..." She started again, fixating on a patch of freckles that dusted atop one of Hiccup's cheeks. "Think about it. You don't have to ask right now, if you can't think of anything. I know it's a lot to take in, trust me."

Maybe, perhaps, she could make things a bit simpler. "How about this instead...is there anything you want to ask me, about, you know...me?"

Well that certainly came out far more awkward than it had sounded in her head. Maybe if Hiccup had a different topic to focus on first, then his questions would come easier, and if he'd adored her forever like he said he had, then surely he'd have questions about her, right? And she was the most familiar topic at hand between the two of them.

Sort of.

They'd bonded throughout the fight they had lived through, but here Hiccup was lacking that. No wonder he was acting like such an awkward duckling. In that case, she thought, they could remedy this now.

Maybe.