[ Hiccup's smile is a little wry until he finds himself with a faceful of Elf, raising his chin a little so his own height of six-foot-one gives him back a minor advantage. Not much, considering Nuada is around fifty times as threatening (and would probably still be so if he was three-foot tall, since Hiccup could be twelve-feet and still as frightening as a limp loaf). At least the guy knows how to take care of himself, as if a first glance couldn't have told Hiccup that anyway.
He zones in his predictable topic of interest. ]
What kind of dragon is magical? I've never met one who could speak anything but Dragonese. [ Even as wary as he is, his eyes are wide with fascination at the prospect of hearing a dragon talk, as in with real words. ] You've seen them?
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He zones in his predictable topic of interest. ]
What kind of dragon is magical? I've never met one who could speak anything but Dragonese. [ Even as wary as he is, his eyes are wide with fascination at the prospect of hearing a dragon talk, as in with real words. ] You've seen them?