The Surfer was in sight when Hiccup thresholded in, flying on Toothless. This was crazy. Planet eating gods, metal men surfing the galaxy. It was beyond anything he'd ever imagined. The only thing keeping Hiccup anywhere remotely near calm? Was the fact that dealing with crazy was what he did best.

"Okay, I'm going to bring him down here. Rich said I might only be able to do this trick once, so let's make it count."

Hiccup reached out with his hands and his powers, attempting to snare the Surfer's metal skin in his mental grip. If it worked, if the Surfer hadn't already planned for it, Hiccup would try to throw him straight down into the ground.