Glowing fist. That's totally normal. (It's not, and Hiccup's eyes flick a little nervously from Danny's fist to the hole in the brick wall behind him.) He holds his hands up and open, seemingly unarmed, frowning as he takes a few steps closer.

"Yeah," he agrees, voice calm, attempting to soothe the obviously slightly unhinged guy. "Yeah, this is Toothless, we're not going to hurt you. You, uh. You look a little keyed up there. Is everything okay?"