It was obvious to Toothless that his human would not let him back out of this- being the stubborn Viking he was (really the only trait he shared with his kin) so he forced a gummy smile that seemed to satisfy Hiccup but got him a face full of smoke. When Hiccup didn’t do anything to make the other dragon play nice despite this obvious show of dislike, he purposely swatted him with one wing and was tempted to refuse him the right to interact with this awful dragoness anymore. His little runt of a Viking was easy enough to pin but he decided to be the better dragon and let this manner less female have Hiccup’s help out of sympathy… just for her current lack of flight.

He tucked in his wings and let Hiccup sidle past him, approaching the dragoness once more as she approached him. Given the length of her wing it was hard for Hiccup to get a good angle without leaning on the actual appendage. He went to work again, wiggling the shaft slowly until it cracked in half and then took the arrowhead in one hand to pull the other end through. He examined his work until her sudden movement knocked him on his bottom- then he watched her ascend and… fall. He had begun to stand when she returned, pushing into him and putting him back on the ground. “It was nothing. You’ll need some time to heal but I‘m sure you‘ll fly again.”

His gaze shifted towards the sky. “I should probably head back to the village.” He stood to gather up the saddle and muzzle. The metal could be melted down and used again which was his intention.