Hiccup nearly fell off the ledge, but managed to step down successfully, and he put his bottle off to the side, nearly toppling it over.

"Hey. Heeey. It's okay. It's okay."

Kneeling next to her, he gently patted her back.

"You're just a little drunk. Jus' a little. I'm a lot drunk. Big difference."

Another pat of her back.

"It'll go 'way soon. If you get all pukey later, I'll even hold your braid back," he offered softly.

Aw, isn't he sweet? That is, of course, if he's not all pukey, too.