When you arrived on Berk, it was then that you realised that you were riding on the back of a dragon. Your heart raced as you scrambled back from the beast. "Hey, it's okay," Hiccup soothed, moving towards you slowly and reaching for your hand.

"You...but, he's a dragon, Hiccup!" He chuckled at your response, amused at how much you were overreacting. "He's not going to hurt you, are you bud?" Toothless crooned and came over, nudging you with his snout. You shrieked and backed away.

"G-get him away from me..." You murmured, curling up in a ball. Hiccup stifled a laugh and shook his head. "Y'know, we should probably get you to my place. Get you changed out of those...strange garments. I'm pretty sure Astrid has left some spare clothes at my place. Doubt she'd mind you wearing them." He held out his hand. "Come with me."

You looked up at him, unsure of what you should do, but took his hand anyway and let him pull you up. The force made you stumble into his chest, and you apologised several times in one moment before he held your hands in his and assured you it was fine. "Let's get a move on then. Toothless, we'll meet you at the house. Don't get into any mischief, either." Toothless rolled his eyes and sent out what sounded like a laugh, before waddling away.

It was only a short walk until you reached what you presumed to be his house, and let out a yelp of surprise as he quickly ushered you into the building. "Hey what are you—"

"Quiet. They might think you're enthralled to me. But I wouldn't do that." You tipped your head to the side. "Enthralled?" You echoed.

He paused and looked at you in surprise. "You don't know what it means to be enthralled? Do you even know what thralls are?" You shook your head and sighed. "They're...slaves we capture. On raids. Here on Berk though, we don't have many thralls, nor do we really raid other villages."

It sunk in, and your eyes widened. "Wait, you're a Viking?!" You scrambled back, looking at him in fear. "Please don't kill me! I won't say anything or run away!" He kept taking steps forward until you had backed yourself into the corner and were looking down so you wouldn't have to maintain eye contact with him. "Hey," Hiccup said softly, lifting your chin gently with a forefinger, making you keep eye contact. "I'm not going to kill you. Or hurt you. If I were, I'd have done so already. But I haven't."

You took a shaky breath. "But—"

"Not all Vikings are like that," he continued, cutting you off. "I'm not like that. I won't hurt you, and neither will the others. I won't let them." He took a half-step back, his finger just under your chin. "Please don't be scared, (name). I want you to see how great Berk is. But for that, you need to trust me that nothing bad will happen." You chewed the inside of your lip, unsure of whether to believe him or not. But those emerald eyes piercing yours soothed you, somehow, and you could see the sincerity flooding his eyes.

"A-alright." You murmured, dropping your gaze again. Hiccup stifled a slight sigh and moved back, giving you some space. "Follow me, we'll get you dressed." You furrowed your brows and followed him. "What's so wrong with my sweater and tracksuit pants?"

"Track—what?" He tried to echo, sounding confused. "You know, those pants that are advertised for a workout but usually lazy people wear them?" Hiccup shook his head. "Never heard of them." He took a moment to really take in your outfit, arching an eyebrow at your peculiar pants, which were black with two white stripes running down each side. He also took in your oversized tunic, noticing that the fabric was much finer and softer than his own. "Where'd you get them?"

"Ah, I bought the pants ages ago but I got this sweater as a gift from my mom." You smiled for a moment before it faltered. "But now I don't know where she or the rest of my family are. I don't know how far (hometown) is from here." He had turned to find you some spare clothes whilst you spoke, briefly turning to purse his lips and look at you with saddened, apologetic eyes. "I'm sorry, I've just never heard of that island before." He said, turning back to the clothing.

Island? You blinked in confusion, staring at the back of his messy auburn hair. You shook your head and decided against asking. Instead, you looked around the room, eyeing a desk messily covered in papers, pens and journals, a small, wooden dresser, which he was shuffling through, and bed, which was larger than you expected. "So, Hiccup..." You paused, thinking of what to say. "Hmm?" He asked, tossing a garment onto the bed.

"Who's this 'Astrid' you were talking about?" You decided to ask. He let out an "Ah-ha!" as he lifted a band out of the drawer and held it above his head, before turning to face you, cheeks dusted pink as he realised you saw that whole thing. You suppressed a giggle. "Oh, well, um," he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck, putting the band on his bed. "Astrid is like my sister, I guess. I really aspired to be like her, when I was younger. When I changed Berk for the better, we grew inseparable and formed a really close brother-sister bond."

You nodded, understanding the situation. "Are you sure she'd be okay with me wearing her clothes?" Hiccup opened his mouth, paused, then closed it. "Hmm. I guess there's only one way to find out?" He let out a weak chuckle. "I mean, she doesn't really wear these anyways. So it should be okay." He stood there for a moment, patting his thighs before coughing awkwardly and walking over to the bed. "Well um, here. You can get changed."

You walked over to the bed too, looking down at the garments. You weren't too sure what they were and were confused with the band, which seemed to be made of a solid metal. Was it a headband? You were too awkward to ask. Hiccup looked at you expectantly as you peered at the clothes. You both stood there until you looked at him. "Um, you need to go."

"What?" He asked, clearly confused. "So I can change." You continued, and he suddenly realised, heat flooding to his cheeks. He forgot you'd have to strip down to change. For a moment he tried to imagine before his face grew hotter and he muttered something to himself before quickly turning and leaving the room. The door clicked shut and you shook your head, giggling.

It took you longer than you thought to figure out what he had grabbed for you, which was an old, yet still good looking coat with the fur interior, a long-sleeved dress and an apron. The band still made no sense. You struggled to get them on, and then stood there for a few moments, uncomfortable as the fabric somewhat itched against your skin. You soon grew used to it, however.

"Can I come in yet?" Hiccup asked through the door. You nodded, then facepalmed as you realised he can't see you through the wood. Idiot. "Yes, come in." When he opened the door you were trying to braid your hair, but had some trouble with it. He walked over and grabbed your hands gently, moving them away and combing his fingers through your hair. You then felt slight tugging, and then he was done. You pulled the braid and inspected it, noticing that it was very neat. "Thank you."

He only hummed, walking over to the bed, grabbing the band and placing it over your head. You wiggled your eyebrows up and down, feeling the metal of the band rub against your forehead. "What is this?"

"Your kransen." He responded, taking in your new look. There was some air of...wonder around you? He couldn't place it. "My what now?" He sighed. "Your symbol of maidenhood?" You shook your head in confusion. Hiccup sighed again. Explaining everything to you was going to be bothersome.

But for some reason, he didn't mind that at all.