I don't move.

I don't want to talk to Hiccup. I don't want him to look at me. I don't want him to wonder. I don't want him to suspect.

So I stay still. I glare at the boy with guarded eyes, my lips turned down in a frown, and my brows furrowed in uncertainty.

"You wanna sit down? I got a lot of questions…"

My hesitation is obvious, as I battle giving in.

"Or, or, we don't have to," Hiccup juts out, "I mean, we could stand, if you want."

With a huff, I sit on a large boulder and cross my legs.

Hiccup's eyes wander for a second, then he hastily pulls off his night-vest and hands it to me. I sigh and pull it onto my shoulders, breathing in his scent.

"What do you want?" I can't help but be annoyed. And maybe a little scared. Being up-front and kind of vicious is the only way I can think of to protect myself. What would he ever do if he found out how abnormal I really am? How disgusting, even…?

"I want to know everything about you. What's your name? Where are you from? What are your interests? Why do we keep running into each other?" The light in Hiccup's eyes shines like the moon above us. He always was different.

Yet I answer in a slightly annoyed tone, "We've only run into each other twice! And I was actually trying to stay away from you this time!"

Hiccup's eyes were bemused, and the slight gape in his mouth told me he was utterly interested in whatever I had to say. "You were avoiding me?"

My reaction is unusual. I slap a hand on my forehead and look up at the sky, sighing in aggravation. "Didn't I just say that!"

Hiccup's smile is wondrous. "Why?" he asks.

Looking back at him, I realize what I have said.

But more importantly, as I'm looking at him, I realize that I really want to tell him everything. I want to tell him what Mother is doing to me. I want to tell him about my father. I want to tell him about me.

Ah, then why don't you, my dear?

Ah, because he will hate me, Mother, I spit back at her in my mind. Of course he will hate me. He will be disgusted. And if the people of Berk ever found out, they would be disgusted, too.

"Why does it matter to you so much, Hiccup?"

"Because you're different. I've never met anyone so intriguing. Because… Because when I look at you, I see myself."

My expression softens. "Then don't look at me!"

I stand, turn on my heel, and tear away from Hiccup as fast as I can. Running with legs I have hardly gotten used to, I tripped many times. But it didn't matter, because I knew Hiccup wasn't following me.

I knew he remained still on that rock. He remained still, and he thought to himself. He thought to himself about all the things I could possibly be.

Author's Note: Sorry It Took So Long To Get The Next Chapter In! My Internet Crashed… But I Promise To Get The Next Chapter In ASAP, And It Will Be Longer, Too!