"Exactly." The smile that had crept onto her face held a certain sentimental touch to it then as she gazed at Hiccup fondly. It was an expression the boy before her would see as completely foreign, at least on Astrid. She liked to furrow her brows a lot, after all. That didn't mean she couldn't be sweet and cheery too, she was just...a little intense about it. Like she was with everything she did.

"That's what I need here. You, Hiccup. Okay?"

Vikings were hardy, brutal people. Ones that could survive even in the most dire of circumstances. Would she be able to survive on this island without him? Of course. She was a Viking. Would she be happy to, however? Probably not. The city they'd been cast into was just as exciting as it was frightening - having someone to face off against it, someone who you knew and could trust, someone who you could depend on to always stick with you, well, at least most of the time, was something Astrid wouldn't trade for anything. Hiccup was important. All of him.

He just couldn't see it yet.