Your sword was raised, glinting in the sunlight. Your victim—one of the dragonriders, an insufferably snobby boy that dared to challenge you—stared up at you with widened eyes before tightly closing them and shielding his face with a slightly higher pitched yell than one would have expected from a guy like him.

Right before your sword could end the life of the dragonrider opposing you, a different set of hands grabbed your wrists, causing the sword's tip to dig into the soft ground. Your new attacker shoved you to bring ground between you and the group, then drew his own sword, which went up in flames just a moment later. His other hand was held up to halt both you and his own group. Toothless was right by his side, teeth bared in a hostile growl.

"Stop!" Hiccup called out, giving your sword a kick so you wouldn't make a run for it. "We're not here to fight you! I— we," the leader of the group gestured around himself, "just want to talk!"

"Speak for yourself.." "Yeah! We're here for a brawl." The twins commented. It's hard to tell them apart but one of them cracked their knuckles, the other one their neck.

"No! No! Nobody will brawl anyone!" Hiccup, realizing he's slowly losing his tiny grasp of control on the situation, turned back to you, holding his flaming sword not like a weapon but a barrier. "Mikaya, right? You're a Grimborn. You know Heather, right? She- she's a friend of ours. She told us all about your dislike of your father's business." Finally, Hiccup put his custom-made weapon down into the sand, continuing with a low voice: "I used to be like that, too. My father hunted dragons. My whole village did. I want to show you the other side of things."

Then, the green-eyed held out his hand towards you. "No traps, no conditions."