[Hiccup, walking around the perimeter temple to see if anybody left anything they might need for the trip ahead outside, comes across Dixon. He can admit he screwed up where Dixon was concerned. Mostly because all of Dixon's bluster had convinced Hiccup the man would react like a Viking. He'd forgotten that most Vikings he knew were pretty much used to him at his most sarcastic.

This, however, he recognizes. Having an immense task before you at not even knowing where to start, not even remotely feeling equal to it, is something he knows well.]

Considering how much you hate me, is convincing you that I think you can't do it in an attempt to get you to prove me wrong going to help, or should I try something else? It'd work on pretty much any Viking I know, aside from the ones who'd call me on it, but I'd rather not make things worse than they already are between us if it won't help you.