I guess that takes care of the languages part... [Scribble scribble.] They sound like-- like gods themselves. No wonder they're sacred.

[Toothless leans into the scritches, crooning. His eyes widen and he freezes up for a second, only to go completely limp and flop down with his head halfway in Mikage's lap.

Hiccup looks up from his journal. He chuckles a bit, moving to sit beside Mikage and help with the pettings.]

Looks like you found his sweet spot. You're pretty good at this.