Most of which I probably wouldn't understand.

[Hiccup guides Toothless to the ground, dismounts, and flips up his helmet. There were much more believable lies to tell, which made Hiccup inclined to believe Hercules was telling the truth.]

I'm Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Viking chief of Berk. Which, approximately, means nothing here. And this is my friend Toothless.

[Hiccup places his hand on Toothless's head, both as an introductory gesture and to scratch him behind his earflaps. The dragon purrs at the contact.]

Sorry about that, we were attacked a little while ago.