Because she was scratching him Blizzard’s nod was more enthusiastic than seemed necessary- he was just turning down the suggestion of a saddle after all. Now he understood the concept of one: that it was easier on the rider’s tailless hind quarters and allowed grips that scales as slick as his, would not. Flying at the heights he generally did was dangerous because one strong gust could buffer Ava off but she didn’t seem concerned about it… “You’re your mother’s daughter.” Hiccup commented with good humor.

“Did Castiel get a chance to see her return? I saw her leaving the island not too long ago.” Valka rubbed at Cloudjumper’s scales though he pretended as though it didn’t please him in front of the younger dragon. 

“Of course. Unfortunately she had to leave in a bit of a hurry. Given the condition of several of the villagers.” Hiccup pointed out before smiling at Ava “around here, strength is no longer measured by the weight you can hoist over your head. We’re dragon riders. But if you are looking for a different weapon you could try a bow.” He suggested. “Less demanding of close combat. Your mother can show you the ropes when she gets back. If you‘re interested.”