[He doesn't really want to brag or boast, but... Hiccup scratches idly at the scales around Toothless's cheek, and he bumps his head up against his rider's side affectionately. Maybe a little too affectionately, because he wobbles slightly on the peg leg, but he laughs anyway.]

Not on Berk, at least. I was the first viking on Berk who wouldn't kill a dragon. [And then he parrots Astrid's words to him from five years ago, with a smile,] First to ride one, though. [And then he shoots Loki a sidelong glance, the glitter in his eyes gone a bit mischievous.] Do you... want a demonstration?