Hiccup cringed ever so slightly. The awkwardness before did not seem to dissipate, even though the woman had accepted his gift, albeit a little tersely and gruffly. There was that general nuanced malaise within him, that strange feeling one got when a malefic flame manipulator was standing nearby and drinking a bowl of soup. Even Toothless seemed to sense it, for he was hiding inside the little tent, pretending not to know of the woman's existence. As she stoically chugged down the soup he had made earlier, the cold wind whipped up ever so slightly, accompanying the northern lights in creating that familiar Nordic atmosphere so far in the north.
Perhaps it was time to break the ice? He didn't really know- he had never been much of a decisive person. Then again, they could stay that way for the next century, and nothing would change. Something would have to start. He decided that it would be better if he took the initiative, rather than risk something… unpleasant. Stuttering a little, Hiccup faced the woman, tapping his fingers anxiously. "Um… hi? I'm Hiccup, and you are?"
