Astrid. The girl who was a champion among their peers, the one who was slated to win dragon training by a landslide. The one who was serious in her role as a Viking, and still is. His crush, and now his girlfriend by some greater force in the universe- a trick of the gods, perhaps, but it was truly genuine.

Asking anything about her was going to be just as difficult as asking about everything related to what she had just told him.

Hesitation weighed down heavily as he quietly panicked, pursing his lips as he tried to come up with something reasonable enough to go over. Slender fingers interlaced, untangled, and re-weaved themselves out of unspoken apprehension. He then sighed, smiling lopsidedly.

"...Uh..."

Nope. He had nothing.