"Magitek?" Hiccup repeated outloud, rolling the word around both on his tongue and mind. It's not anything that he's heard of before, but that's not surprising to him. His world is that of dragons and older, more humble livings. That doesn't mean he's not smart enough to consider things as he raises a brow, "Magic technology?"

Maybe it's not quite the right interpretation of the word, but it's the first thing that comes to mind in such a phrase — No longer an impossibility given how many people he's seen has something of the sort these days.

He scratches the back of his neck with a sigh. "Yeah, between the building repairs and the weapons, there's plenty to keep busy with around here," he mentioned softly, "the problem is, they don't really have the supplies to keep everything up to scratch. There's only so many times you can repair a sword before it's not any good to anyone."