She sits silently and thinks about what he said. 'A disappearing boy and night fury has more than one conclusion.' Does that have anything to do with him? Astrid doesn't know of any villages that fight alongside dragons, so how did he get involved with one? Who is he? Where did he come from? Is he even a viking?

Astrid had fallen asleep by the time the Prince gets back. She wakes up slightly to the feeling of being moved. She can blurly see the Prince's mask, she could feel his body. He is carrying her. And soon, laying her in the new but familiar bed. Astrid quickly falls back to sleep.

The next morning, Astrid lays in bed before getting up. She has to think. She has to leave... Knock him out? But what about the Night Fury? And how will she get off the island before either of them realize she's on the run... Even if she manages to get off there is no way he won't find her. He'll know where she's going. So just them both...

Thinking about killing Prince makes Astrid feel a bit sick. He seems semi decent. But twisted. And something in her gut is comfortable with him.

Astrid comes to the conclusion to wait. See what he wants. Trick him. Find a way off. She just needs a little time is all.

Next matter of business... She needs to call him something other than "The Prince" or "royal highness."

Astrid walks down the cave hall, she can smell a breakfast being prepared. When she walke into the living area, the royal highness is sitting atop a stone counter, reading a piece of paper. A little terrible terror is wrapped around his neck relaxing. "Do you read and write in Norse?"

When he looks up... She can see his unamused green eyes. "Maybe you aren't that smart."

"That is a valid question! I don't know where you are from, you could just speak Norse and be native to another language."

"I speak, write, and read in Norse. I only know parts of other languages."

"Wow you actually gave me a real answer. Was that so hard? Did it kill you?"

He crumbles up the paper and tosses it into the fire. "Hm... Well suddenly I am seeing a white light..."

"Oh so the Prince of Dragons is funny too?"

"Is there somewhere this is supposed to be going?"

"No I've just been trying to come up with human qualities for you."

"Eating, breathing and sleeping aren't enough for you?"

"Another good quality would be a name to call you by."

"You already call me by my name."

"What do you mean?"

"People started calling me The Prince of Dragons because my name is Prince."

"You're kidding right?"

"Never heard anyone call me the King have you? Or master or rider... Or trainer... Because that's what I do. I train dragons. Not control them. Or rule over them. Dragons aren't hostile but they don't take orders from people."

"Prince... How long have you been with the Night Fury?"

"His name is Toothless by the way. And I've been with him since my teens."

"And you are how old now?"

"An age that is not young or old... A number... That is above 20 but below 50."

Astrid growls in frustration "Ahg!"

"Look here's the deal... I obviously don't really want you here. My only job is to keep you off of Berk and it doesn't matter why... It just matters that it happens. I'm not your friend or guardian... I don't really care if you like me or hate me but you're stuck here. That being said... My personal life stays personal. What you currently do not know about me will remain unknown for a pretty good amount of time so if I were you I would move on and just deal with the situation... Make hthee best of it? I bet you have never seen docile dragons before. Learn from it."

Astrid sighs in frustration. "What do you do all day here?"

"I'm not here."

"Where do you go?"

"Places."

She growls again. "Okay... What am I supposed to do?"

Prince hops off the counter and approaches her, walking past her he says "I'm not a babysitter so the rules are simple. If it has a door it is locked during the day. Don't touch anything you night brake and no I don't have any arsenal of weapons for you to play with. Don't get lost... I'll show you around some. If there is no torch light lighting it... I recommend you don't go to it." they walk silently for awhile until the come across the first stop. "It is slippery and steep but down there is a cave pool. It's pretty warm. I have a fire pit down there and a chest of wood. Feel free to bath whever you want. Wasn't planning to deprive you of that." Along that route is also a privy. Back in the upper levels of the cave he presents a study. "I cleared it out. I used to have another resident use it. When they left I began using it. I don't need it really, I have plenty spaces to call my own. Any of the books in here are your's to read, there's paper, charcoal, chest of wood or the fire pit and a few torches. You'll be alone a lot... Sorry..." Astrid can tell he does feel a little guilty about this information. "If there is anything more you want I can see if I can get it. Uh... Clothing and such isn't an issue. I have a friend about your size. If I'm wrong then... I guess I'll have to take you to the market place near hear."

"So I will be allowed to leave this rock?"

"You can't just leave. Unless you're a sorceress and can make a boat or wood appear. The only way off is by dragon. So good luck with that. But yes... If you don't cause me trouble you can come to the more general locations I head to." he explains as they make their way back to the living space. He tends to preparing breakfast, a bowl of porage and a fruit is what he sets out for her. And cup of some sort of juice.

Astrid sits at the table, noting that Prince is not preparing a meal for himself. Instead he sits back up on he counter top, legs crossed and he opens his journal and begins to write and draw. "So is that a diary? Do you keep all your feelings in there or something?"

Prince looks at her. "Do I not appear to have feelings?"

"No I've seen you angry, frustrated... Those are feelings... You can joke too."

"It's as if I'm human."

"Oh come on you know what I mean. Not all feelings are surfaced."

"I guess then you can call it a diary... I write excess information down. The things that are useful or necessary to regular conversation. I vent too. I write questions, draw things I imagine... Just whatever is there taking up space I guess."

"I had a friend who always appeared to have his nose in a journal. He would walk and write, talk and write, work and write, eat and write. I guess I'm intrigued to find someone else sort of like that."

"Excess information..." he says then shuts the journal. "I need to be on my way out. I'll bring back clothing and such. If you think of anything else I will pick it up tomorrow. You saw where I got the fruits, and the porage is your's if you get hungry. I'll cook dinner when I get back."

"Wait where are you going?"

"Work."

"You work?"

"Have to make money in order to provide to three people and two dragons."

"Wow wait... Three?"

"Yeah believe it or not Astrid the Prince of Dragons isn't some lonely caveman. I have to go." He sprints off, followed by Toothless.