Toothless watches the strange-looking Viking pass him, a frown almost visibly on his face. Wings? Wings on a Viking? What does it mean? He's now too intrigued to do anything but, like a giant black shadow, follow him at a distance, belly close to the ground. He wonders if the winged Viking can bleed, and if he's as sturdy as the wingless Vikings who can fly and stand up to Toothless.

There's only one way to find out. In his mind, at least.