The Chief was slowly cruising the reception for just this kind of situation. It was enough to wear on anybody's nerves, especially if they'd never been shoved into a fancy party to pretend at playing nice with a bunch of strangers from another reality. He'd done it, and hated it enough to know to keep an eye out. The other reality had just never been this literal before.

"Excuse me." The Chief moved into the conversation with surprising ease for a man his size. "I need to borrow your friend here," he told the gaggle of aliens Hiccup had attracted. "Legion business."

He wasn't good at the maneuvering people expected at something like this, but he was good at sounding serious and formidable enough to get some tone-deaf socialites to back off.