You probably would've hexed one of the fliers on accident, so it's probably a good thing you didn't. [Hiccup moves his hand from where it's resting against the bruise, giving a small shrug.] It's just a graze. I've been through worse.

[Truth there. He'd fallen off his broom during third year from a height that would've broken his neck but only caused him a few broken bones which, thanks to Madam Pompfrey's potions, had been easily fixed. His cheeks flare again when Jack says the opposition didn't have a chance, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. What to do, what to say? He didn't know. He was still getting used to the idea that he had another friend under his belt.]

A few strategies never hurt anyone. Bit like wizard's chess really.

[Hiccup bites his bottom lip and lets his hand slide down from his neck, placing it on his hip again as he stands properly. He's starting to get taller, muscles a bit more defined, starting to fill out that viking physique he should have had long ago.

Standing here, bare chested, in front of Jack makes him feel a bit queasy.]

What was this offer you were going to throw my way?