"That's comforting." There's a healthy dose of sarcasm to the words, but Ivar does trust the dragon to be fast enough to catch him if worst comes to worst. He rubs Toothless' head vigorously, under his chin, and behind an ear flap before letting him go.

"Alright. Let's get to it then." Ivar's heart is beating fast with excitement. This is going to be a heady experience for someone whose always had to go slow in his life, never able to find the joy of speeding along in the clouds with nothing to stop him.