Castiel had thought she had gotten away from Hicup easily without him spotting her. After all, she was more agile and certainly more fast and flexible than most vikings. But then again, so was Hiccup. Still, she figured with his metal foot on the dragons' slick back he would be slower. She laughed silently to herself as she hopped onto the back of another Nadder, only to hear him on the dragon beside hers. She looked up and smiled at him, pleasantly surprised he had been able to find her so quickly. She walked over to the edge of the dragon's wing and looked up at him, confused when he asked if she had been angry about him enter her space.

Why would he even think she would be mad at him about something like that? It wasn't even his fault. And, to be honest, even if he had done that purposely, she didn't think she would be angry with him. In fact, she had learned from their few hugs, that she enjoyed being close to him. So of course she wasn't mad at him! He was silly for even thinking such a thing would aggravate her.

Smiling up at him softly she shook her head as if to say no, it didn't make her angry, or even bother her, and though she didn't let him know anything else, it was clear that what he asked her was the exact opposite of how she had felt being close to him. It had made her very happy, something no human being had ever made her feel before. Hiccup really was one of kind.