It was fortunate that she worked such magic with those fingers or he might be tempted to snap at her. Scratches first- then requests… that was the way to do it. Muscles loosening, he looked at her with a questioning coo and then ruffled himself off. He rose onto his hind legs easing his transformation back to a human and stood naked in the barn warmed only by dragon fire. It was easily toastier that the snowy day beyond its walls and he wasn’t uncomfortable in such a setting. “Uh… dragons don’t speak like humans. Though my dad and Cloudjumper are both really intelligent for our kind its more like… broken thoughts and emotions.” 

Toothless thumped his tail against the ground and rattled his earflaps against his skull, bouncing them as he gave himself a through shake. He clicked- revealed his teeth and rumbled. Several dragons from the eaves chattered in response, their fear so thick it was nearly tangible. “Most of them sense the beast but don’t know what it is. Cloudjumper has a vast knowledge. He was saying that it shouldn’t be this far north. It likes warmer climates. My dad is frustrated that he’s never heard of anything so rare. He’s rare himself.” Blizzard stared at the pair. “I’m pretty sure he knows that is stupid logic but is holding to the feeling.”

Cloudjumper lowered further to the ground until his chin was resting in the hay and stared at Toothless with those intense unblinking eyes until the nightfury twitched, shifting on his feet as he turned his head away and grumbled. Blizzard didn’t translate this because it was nothing beyond a matter of pride. When the conversation eventually continued Blizzard crouched lower to the ground until his fingers were touching the earth- body tensing as the subject was further conveyed. 

At that moment Toothless slunk away from the large dragon to circle around the two of them, closing them off from the others as he stretched out his wing and leaned his head towards Blizzard. The boy was silent, the air choked from his lungs. He shook it off. “they think there is no known weakness and want to try and sink it at sea. My dad is suggesting you act as if you will go back, get on the boat. When you are out a ways, either me or my dad will swoop down and rescue you then the other will blast the ship. He thinks he must speak with Hiccup first. Also wishes to express his worry for you and trust in your bravery. There is not words to explain this sort of thing to you.”