Hiccup: [as Toothless gestures for him to get on] You got it, bud.
[He mounts Toothless, preparing to fly after the Green Death dragon]
Stoick: [grabbing Hiccup's arm] Hiccup!... I'm sorry. For-for everything.
Hiccup: Yeah, me too.
Stoick: You don't have to go up there.
Hiccup: [smiling] We're Vikings. It's an occupational hazard.
Stoick: [taking his hand] I'm proud to call you my son.
Hiccup: Thanks, Dad.
[takes off]