[ Pursing his lips, he rubs his mouth and jaw, itching his stubble. Green eyes sway to the side as Hiccup shrugs, figuring out how to word I slew a dragon the size of a mountain and not sound ... Yeah. ]

All dragons live in nests, and all nests have a Queen. Not a King, those are rarer, but always a Queen. The one that was harvesting the spoils of the smaller dragons attacking Berk would eat them if they didn't work hard enough. She was called the Red Death, and we downed her. Permanently, that is, to free the dragons she was terrorising, and who came to live with us on Berk after that.

She took my foot with her.