The plates of the roof below the helicopters warp and shift, wrapping around the helicopter's skids. They aren't going anywhere. Above, invisible atop Toothless and shifting positions just in case anyone gets any bright ideas, Hiccup shouts down at the executives.

"It's over! The rig's ours and those helicopters are going to be staying right there until I decide otherwise.

There's only two ways out of here and while I'd prefer it if you surrendered? Some of my associates aren't as nice about things as I am.

Give up now! I can't stop what's going to happen if you don't."