[He clicks the button in the hilt of his sword to light it up, swinging at another creature and sending it scampering back into the safety of the water. If these things spend most of their time in the deep parts of the river, they probably aren't used to such bright light, or the kind of heat a dragon can put off. Toothless puts himself squarely between the humans and the beasts that haven't yet retreated, teeth bared in a snarl, and he lets loose a piercing roar. Clearly he wants these things to go away just as much, so he can reunite with one of his pack-dragons.

The world seems to right itself as Astrid makes her way to his side, and he even laughs through the punch to his arm, though he flinches away.] Ow! Are you always going to do that? You're the one who's late, you know, I've been here for months.

[Months spent alone; well, not entirely alone, he's had Toothless, and made some friends, but he's missed Astrid so much it's been like a physical ache in his chest, like a missing limb.] I've missed you! [This isn't the time or place, yet, but it just slips out. He can't help himself.]