That made sense. His people were rowdy people and had been rowdier, by all accounts, around the time Berk had first been settled.

But the dragons presented such a problem that nobody worried that much about their human neighbors - the reptilian ones were the much bigger issue.

"I learned to ride one," said Hiccup with the smallest touch of pride. "I downed a dragon with a little contraption I made that threw bolas and when I found him, I just couldn't bring myself to kill him. So I took care of him and fixed up new tail for him since I'd hurt his and now he's my best friend. Eventually, I was able to help my village see we didn't have to fght the dragons anymore, we founds ways to make peace with them and now every Viking in Berk has a pet dragon and the dragons themselves love living with us. They're free to come and go as they please but most of them have adopted a Viking of their own."