Pterodactyl is not a word that strikes a bell for Hiccup, but he's used to people asking what Toothless is these days. It feels like no one around here has seen a dragon before, unless they've killed a dragon before. (He still hates talking to people who almost seem to brag about that particular feat, even if his own village killed thousands of dragons up until just a handful of years ago.)

"This is Toothless," he laughs, rubbing the dragon between the ears as Toothless purrs out a rumbly greeting. "He's a night fury, a dragon." The only one of his kind, but he doesn't add that. "He's friendly, don't worry. Hi, I'm Hiccup." He holds out a hand to shake.