I don't, I'm sorry. We really could be from anywhere, any ... time. Not much of what I've been told makes sense.

[ A small smile creases his eyes at the nostalgia that comes with explaining his name, and where Hiccup sits on the table he rests his flagon on his thighs as a pegleg crosses over an ankle. ]

It's what you call the runt of the litter. Sometimes sheep and pigs are called it, too. Obviously they made a mistake with me, I've had this strapping, burly figure all my life. [ But jokes aside, ] My mother told me that I came into the world early.