There was a note of sadness to that- for most of his life Hiccup had been outcasted by the other vikings, treated as though he wasn't one of them. Maybe in ways he still wasn't but even so they had changed and he was their chief. He knew what it was like to be different. To be alone. So long had he tried to change that and then he shot down Toothless... Dragons always seemed more in sync with him, they understood and he the same. He knew what this girl meant when she said she had all them with sincerity but Aurora most of all. "Toothless too, nothing but a big pussy cat." Hiccup took out his notebook now, opening up to begin spreading pages of the map. Noting there location before taking out his charcoal stick and shaving it to a point with a few quick flicks of his knife. "Let's see..." He hummed thoughtfully "do you have a name for it?"

(short one before I go to work. I have another long shift.)