[Hiccup, on the other hand, he's stubborn about trying to change people's minds. About trying to make them see the truth. It's not a battle he's given up on, though maybe he's lost some ground today, raising his voice like this. It was hard not to, though, listening to the whispers around them, the baseless accusations, the way they spoke about his kind, gentle, amazing Bonded. He just kind of... exploded. Verbally, thankfully not physically or- magically (Hiccup isn't that kind of person, he wouldn't deck someone for no reason.)

He's endlessly frustrated as he storms away from the establishment, thankful that Newt hasn't gone too far.] I don't want to spend money in a place like that anyway. [He practically growls out, shooting one last angry look at the door, which has, by now, slammed shut.] We can find another place to-

[Except, no. When he actually tunes out his own anger, he gets that sense of being overwhelmed, drowning, from Newt, and his heart pangs in his chest with the realization that he really screwed today up. A little more slowly, he winds an arm around Newt's shoulders, leans his forehead briefly against the other man's in that common gesture of Bonded around the city.] No, maybe we should just go back to your place. I'm so sorry, this wasn't supposed to be... [Like this.]