"And…what about you?" He said it softly, because as mad as he was, he didn’t want to hurt her feelings.
Astrid was on the spot. She looked away. “I…don’t have an excuse,” she confessed guilty. “Not a good one, anyway. It’s just…so quick. With how everyone’s been acting, and…” She looked him up and down, and quietly, secretly yearned for the day she’d muster up the courage to tell him how he could make her feel, sometimes. She would have to tell him, of course, because Hiccup would never figure it out on his own. But that was a bridge to cross another day. In that moment, she told him, somewhat oddly, “It’s just… you’ve become… imposing.” Impressive was probably a much more adequate word, but it only came to mind afterward.
He stared at her. “Imposing,” he repeated incredulously, “…me?!” He pointed to himself, face aghast. Astrid smiled.
Getting Used to Different by Elfpen