Silence. That was what was on the other side of the door in response to Ruby's initial knock, though that changes after a few moments to the sound of claws on the floor, frantic pitter patter, and the sounds of a certain nasally voice making words too muffled to understand.

Hiccup, of course, hadn't been expecting Ruby. He had been before, but she hadn't come--he was a little worried at first, until he remembered that she'd looked like she hadn't slept for days (and she probably hadn't). Chalk her lack of visit to her falling asleep at home maybe. Or at her work station. He was more than familiar with those kinds of situations.

Still, that was then, this was right now. Stepping through a multitude of papers scattered on the floor, nearly slipping on one with the bad leg, Toothless rushing this way and that with the echoing knock and scattering things more.

Frantic.

But he tried not to look it, as he allowed that magical door of his to slide open by itself. And there he was, trying to look as calm as possible, hair slightly a mess and a flurry of papers probably behind him from the rampaging dog-cat that was Toothless. Any mention of that? No, no. Simply a shocked expression, at first, and then:

"Ruby! Wow. Uh, when you meant later, you-- really meant later."

She had a wrapped box. Was that-- actually for him.