[He's laughing. Why in Hel is this man laughing. Oh, he's getting Thorston twins flashbacks. Thor help him. (Really, he wouldn't turn down some Thor help right now. Or Loki's.) The ship rocks dangerously, but Hiccup manages to keep his footing now; vikings are seafarers, after all, and it's not his first time on the water, even if he prefers the air. Gripping onto the wet railing, Hiccup grits his teeth, slightly reassured when Dante is back on the deck.] It's just doing what predators do, if it's anything like the crocodiles, we should be able to deter it-!

[Any reassurance he gained is gone the moment he pulls out some large guns. Oh, Thor. Green eyes widen, and he scrambles closer to Dante, panic rising up in his throat, wondering if he's insane, if he doesn't care that Toothless might be a possible casualty-] Wait, Toothless- don't hit him! [When the creature surfaces, so does his dragon, momentarily, gasping in air and snarling viciously, wings and legs working furiously. He fires off another plasma blast at the creature's side before the churning water sucks him under again.

His fear is almost palpable. This is too much like the other times.] Well, now we know. I'm coming, bud! [He shouts, breathless with his panic, and then... he dives over the side into the middle of things.]