[ If Hiccup is supposed to be offended or feel worse about her agreeing with him, he doesn't show it. Doesn't react to it any further way then a glance of consideration — Perhaps it doesn't matter since he knows himself and has to admit it. He spent so long running away from his father's talks as a teenager he almost missed too much. ]

[ Instead, he simply nods in quiet understanding. He remains so as he listens and considers. If it was Hiccup alone, maybe he would prefer to keep dreaming, he thinks. The sky was bluer and more free than this one, where they were always tied down by the weight of being an Aion.

By a loss that keeps him fighting and it's that loss that makes him frown, fingers tucking into each other as elbows level on knees. ]

No. I know when I make it to Valhalla I'd get yelled at for that one. [ There's a hint of wry humor to the tone, just a touch - more for her than him. He still has to hold on to something more being out there or he'd never make it here. ] If I make it to Valhalla.

[ That addition is quiet as he fixes his green eyes dead ahead, mouth grim as he thinks: ] Dreaming doesn't take the loss away. If there's anyway back to them, then I have to move forward. And if there's no way... Then it'd be a dishonor to all of Berk to just give up.