[ Straightening as he finds himself with an intense pair of blue eyes peering up at him, Hiccup cocks a hip to rest a hand there, gesturing toward Jack with the other. As for the title, he dulls it down to something less formal. ]

Jökul, right? Or Jack, whatever you want to go by these days. You bring the ice and snow, the blizzards and frost, the son of Kári. The wind. [ He shrugs easily. ] Where I come from, everybody knows who you are.