[Hiccup makes a small noise of protest as he's pulled back, finding himself staring at the animal's big gold eyes. The panther obviously doesn't mean any harm, if the way it's rolled over is any indication, but it hops off the bed as the king stands, ear flicking against its head as he prowls forward and presses up against them, rubbing like a normal cat. It sits in front of Hiccup, looking at him expectantly, almost reverently.

He turns his attention towards his husband, placing a hand on the one holding his arm. He's a little wary, but the cat's eyes are enough to convince him it doesn't mean any harm.]

I don't think it's been trained, Jack, it's just been broken and molded into a giant house cat. [He meets blue eyes imploringly.] I know animals, babe. Please...trust me on this.

[His mother had run an animal sanctuary back on Berk before she'd passed away suddenly. Hiccup had used to help her out, before he'd apprenticed in Gobber's smithy. The panther flops down onto its side and rolls over, paws up in the air like a dog and Hiccup can feel his bleeding heart break. His eyes narrowed into a small glare as he clenched his hand around Jack's.]

I can't forgive this. I can't...Pitch isn't going to get away with this.