Blinking, he stared at me for a minute, his eyes unblinking. Finally after minutes of awkward silence was passed between us, he blinked and realized what he was doing. He paced once again, and I couldn't help but think about how much this man liked moving.

"That's a Norse name huh? Where'd you come from?" He was asking me a lot of questions, and I just wanted to ask If I could have my mask back.

"I've only ever seen one Typhoomerang that was reasonably well mannered, and it was only a baby." I smiled a little, and that caught his attention. He moved in closer, obviously not caring much for personal space.

"So, you do smile." I frowned at that, making him laugh. Once he moved away, I sat down quietly and took off my boot, He was over there talking about something and his back was to me. With a quick movement I slid up what was left of my leggings and looked at my lower leg. There was blood, but it wasn't broken, a giant cut raged up the side and looked gross so I didn't stare for too long.

"About that dragon again though-" and he cut himself short, his eyes were on my leg. "What happened? I heard you sound like you were hurt but…"

"You guys happened, that's what." How could I tell him that we just crashed into an island? Obviously we weren't paying attention, I was drawing. I sighed, not meeting his gaze. He knelt next to my leg and tenderly touched the edge of the cut, blood was left on his fingertips as he pulled away. As he stood I saw the muscles in his legs contract under those thin leather leggings, I practically heard his joints creak from the movement that seemed easy. I watched him walk away, his peg leg making a clicking noise against the wooden floor with every step.

"So about that dragon," He said as he opened a chest and took a few jars out, strategically knowing what he was doing. I know a variety of herbs and plants, in fact I pride myself in my knowledge, but I couldn't tell what was in any of those jars just by sight. The plants on this island were different too? Let alone the people for gods sake. I've heard of them before, the riders of the Isle of Bert or something…

"What about Bone?" I said quietly, looking up at him through my bangs.

"He didn't seem to be in good shape either." He wet a washcloth in a basin that stood next to him. "I can fix him."

"I know what I'm doing when it comes to bone," He handed me a mix of herbs in a small bowl, it seemed to have some water in it. I took it slowly, smelling it, "When it comes to me…People…" Our eyes met for a moment, his cape created almost some sort of cave, I could feel the heat off of him and it made me long for bone and the tent he makes with his wings when its cold out. His eyes flickered away and he occupied himself with dabbing my wound. I stared at him, trying to sort myself out.

"Do you have any tar?" He didn't look up at me when I spoke, I noticed that his cheeks were a little pink.

"Yes." He was intent on cleaning up my leg. I flinched as he got to close to my leg. I watched his eyes move, the dark shade of brown was fascinating.

"I need that for Bone." He nodded, and motioned to the bowl of stuff he gave me.

"Eat that," totally disreguarding my words. He had gotten cold so it seemed, more serious, less in a frenzy for information and more into a strict "You're listening to me" kind of thing. I looked away from his eyes, but I noticed they were looking at me out of their corners now.

"What'll it do?" caution was the only escape I had now, this Viking chief was trying to take care of me and I couldn't really stop him. I don't know what to do with myself anyways, I would've just wrapped it up and called it good.

"Keep infection away, and I added Kidney Root for the pain." I glanced at him again, skeptical.

"Just let me heal Bone first," He looked at me, setting his hand on my leg. I flinched a little, glancing at his calloused hand that lay on my knee.

"No one questions the Chief on Berk."

"No way am I letting 'the Chief of Berk' boss me around."

"You have to stay here," he said with a hiss, sitting up straight and balancing on his heels. "I'll take care of your dragon."

"No!" and he crossed his arms.

"Yes!" I glared at him, a moment of silence passed and we stared at each other for what seemed like a while. His eyes were doing that flicker thing again, he was searching my face for something, I didn't know what.

He turned away, his cloak making a wooshing sound as its fur swung behind him. Without thinking, I stood, feeling a sharp pang in my leg, I didn't care. The door was about 15 feet away from me, if I ran across the room I could run out to Bone and get out of here, heal the both of us my own way (or at least him).

So I ran. I tripped a little over a rug that lay on the ground and stumbled, looking over my shoulder quickly. He was sprinting towards me, his eyes narrowed and his forehead creasing with effort and anger. I limped a little but managed to get to the door and fall into the handle. I stumbled for it, trying to open it. I felt his arms slide around my waist and I was being pulled at, I gripped at the handle and tried to stay there, he was strong, I'll give him that.

"Let me go!" I wailed, tears welling up in my eyes. He gave a final tug and we both toppled backwards, his arm went up and gripped my shoulder and I felt the muscles in his chest and stomach tighten as he prepared for the impact of the ground.

With a bang, we landed in a heap. Breathing heavily, I wrestled with him, feeling the sting of my leg but not caring.

"Why are you doing this?!" He asked as he worked to grab both of my wrists. I was crying now, tears were streaming down my face rapidly and I could barely see him underneath me.

"Just let me see my dragon! Please! He's my best friend!" I wailed and punched, my tears fueling my anger, he seemed to soften a little at those words and I stood up.

Hugging myself seemed like the only option available, so I did so and limped a little back to the corner near the fire and sat there crying into my knees softly.

I heard his footsteps, and then a hand on my shoulder made me flinch.

"I'm just trying to help you, I hope you know that." I didn't look at him.

"By doing what? Hurting my pride? Stealing my already hurt dragon? Making me take some weird herbal potion that might as well be toxic for all I know?" I sniffed, "You're not helping me, all you're doing is making things worse." He took his hand off my shoulder, and I couldn't understand where he went. I looked up, and found him sitting next to me, facing me, with his head set sideways on his arms and he was staring at me again. I hid in my arms but left an eye to see him with.

He just stared at me, Blinking occasionally.

"You know, when I was about 15, my father took away Toothless once to try and find the nest of the dragons and defeat the Red Death. I felt horrible, he's my best friend." He glanced away for a second. "He needed him, and Its not exactly that we need your dragon, but we need all the knowledge we can to add to our book of dragons, we need you." I blinked the tears from my eyes and realized how close he was. I collected myself a little by tucking my knees in and hugging them tighter.

"We wont hurt your dragon, I promise." And I believed him.

"Please just eat this ok?" he handed me the bowl of herbs and I took it.

It was cold, and my tears didn't help me out much. I shivered as I ate the herbs quietly. Hiccup stretched my leg out and put some type of herb mix on it, making me cringe when he spit in the bowl as he crushed the leaves. I leaned against the wall and shivered as he worked, I was tired.

"What was in that exactly?"
"Nothing."

"Sedatives." I whispered, banging my head on the wall as I leaned back all the way. He jumped up and put a hand behind my head.

"Sorry…You'd try to run away…Plus you need the rest."

I felt it working, whatever it was, my eyes were halfway closed and I was drifting into some sort of sleep.

"Just rest ok?" he laid me down and I caught a glimpse of him taking off his cape and putting it over me.

"Make sure Bone gets enough food...He'll whine all night."

Blackness pressed at my eyelids, and I saw Hiccup sit down and lean against the wall next to me.

I feel somewhat safe I guess.