[The question makes him turn his attention towards Dave, brow furrowing and lips pursing together. He notices the change in tone, wondering if that was a direct challenge or simply an open invitation. He hasn't had much time to think about how much information is rolling around in his head, nor the way the cultures around him clash with what he grew up ingrained in. Hiccup certainly got a feeling of being stuck in the middle sometimes, neither here nor there, belonging to the past.]

Well, magical and eternal or not, Mother Nature probably...isn't someone I'd want to meet.

[He's heard about her from the other Guardians, the kind of presence you feel when you don't see anything at all. How terrifying and yet awe inspiring she is all at the same time. She showed herself when she wanted to, floating away on the next breeze without so much as a word. He closes his eyes with a small shrug of his shoulders.]

People in my village believed we weren't meant to. It took...a long time to integrate them into our society. Even some people that came to have dragons of their own refused to fly. The others continued my work after I [disappeared] became a Guardian, but we were still learning ourselves. Even now that I'm part dragon, I still don't understand them fully.

[Dave hiding his face in his hand rouses some kind of instinct in Hiccup. Nurturing, mothering. He smothers it down, not wanting to embarrass Dave or make a fool out of himself.]

You know I have no clue what you're talking about, right? I, uh, I haven't been able to read every book in North's library yet...