The sight of a looming person wearing skulls really wasn't something unusual for Hiccup, though that was definitely a lot of black and the eye makeup was new.

Rather than being upset she saw through his lies, he chuckled in a way that verged on giggling.

"Oh no, see, it's all part of my cunning plan," he said, tapping at his noggin. "If they ever find out I'm lying, then I'll just keep making up new lies. I'll be the compulsive liar Viking guy. Then they'll be left wondering about my myyysterious past."

Hiccup wiggled his fingers.

"They've already been playing me up as some kind of dashing rogue or something as is." His stylist had already strong-armed him into getting an ear piercing. That'd been a fun afternoon. "Although that isn't the most inaccurate reputation I've ever had. At least this time they don't think I'm ten feet tall, with the strength of a dozen men."