[ ah, yes, the portrait of normalcy. a young man wearing the viking equivalent of biker leather and his dragon trailing behind him, to meet up with a girl and her polar bear. dog. when the pair approaches, it's with a return smile (for both korra and naga) and a bundle in hiccup's hands (korra's suit, which he'd made a last few adjustments on), more of a side-glance and slight grumble in toothless' case when korra's question is posed.

knowing what this is, living the joys of experimental hell again... he's experienced this too many times before. the joys of having hiccup as a rider...... though trees is an improvement from jumping off a cliff with there's an updraft for the giant wings strapped to my back as reasoning. ]

C'mon, bud, a little energy for our masterpiece. [ "save me," the dragon might've said. not that hiccup isn't already aware of toothless' opinion on the subject of Testing Out Flightsuits, which nets him a chuckle as the viking looks at korra. ] Don't mind him. He still remembers the first couple runs of...

[ a gesture of the head towards his own suit. ]

... Which weren't as smooth as yours. [ understatement. and also probably very reassuring to hear, except he did say this was simpler than his struggles of getting the first flightsuit pieced together. mostly... because... it was the first. experience makes things easier.

yes. hopefully. ] Ready?