Early morning, Hiccup was on his way to the forge, while a dragon raid was going on. He walked into the forge with Gobber saying, "Oh, nice of you to join the party. I thought you'd be carried off." "Who me? No I'm way to muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this." Hiccup replied gesturing to himself. "Well they need toothpicks don't they?" Gobber commented. Hiccup started to sharpen and fix other weapons. He thought of what it would be like to kill a dragon and to be popular. He looked at the other teenagers putting out fires and thought of how cool their job was. Hiccup leaned out the window, but was snatched back in by Gobber.
"Oh come on, let me out please. I need to make my mark." Hiccup said. "Oh you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places." Gobber replied. "Please two minutes. I'll kill a dragon, my life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date." Hiccup said. Then Gobber listed reasons why Hiccup isn't allowed. "You can't lift a hammer, you can't swing an ax, you can't even throw one of these." Gobber said gesturing to a bola, that another viking threw and hit a Gronckle with. "Ok fine, but this will throw it for me." Hiccup said while patting a contraption. The trigger went off and it threw a hammer at someone, successfully knocking them out. "You see. Now this right here is what I'm talking about." Gobber said. "That's just a mild calibration." Hiccup said. "Hiccup, if you ever want to get out there and fight dragons you need to stop all… this." Gobber said gesturing to all of Hiccup. "But you just gestured to all of me." "Yes that's it. Stop being all of you." "Ohh." Hiccup said and Gobber copied. "You sir are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much raw vikingness, contained. There will be consequences!" "I'll take my chances. Sword sharpened now." Gobber said while handing Hiccup a heavy sword. Hiccup knew that killing a dragon was the only way to be popular. Some dragons are worth more than others, but the best prize is the Night Fury.
He then heard someone yell, "Night Fury!" "Get down!" Everyone covered. The Night Fury blasted a tower. Hiccup looked at the sky trying to see a glimpse of the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself. Gobber then put on his hammer hand and said, "Man the fort, Hiccup. They need me out there. Stay. Put. There. You know what I mean." Gobber then screamed a Viking scream. Hiccup immediately took the chance. He ran outside with his contraption, "I'll be right back!" He then went to the edge of the cliff and prepared his contraption. "Give me something to shoot at. Give me something to shoot at." Hiccup said to himself. He saw the Night Fury, he aimed and shot it down. The dragon screamed, but not a dragon scream, a girl scream. Hiccup didn't seem to notice that the scream was not a dragon roar, for his excitement was over the top. "Oh I hit it. Yes I hit it! Did anybody see that?" Hiccup said. Then he saw a Monstrous Nightmare that was right behind him. "Except for you." He said to it. The Monstrous Nightmare chased Hiccup through the village.
The dragon fired at a tower that Hiccup was hiding behind. Stoick the Vast wrestled with the dragon before it flew away. "Sorry, Dad." Hiccup said to his father, Stoick, as a tower fell. "Okay but I hit a Night Fury." Hiccup was then grabbed by his shirt. "Woah. It's not like the last few times, Dad. I mean I really actually hit it. You guys were busy and I had a very clear shot. It went down, just off of Raven point. Let's get a search party out there before—" "Stop! Just stop. Every time you step outside disaster falls. Can you not see that I have bigger problems. Winter is almost here and I have an entire village to feed!" Stoick, Hiccup's dad, said. Hiccup looked around, "Well between you and me the village could do with a little less feeding. Don't you think?" The Vikings around them looked down at their stomachs. "This isn't a joke, Hiccup. Ugh, why can't you follow the simplest orders?" "I can't stop myself, I see a dragon and I have to just, kill it you know. It's who I am dad." Hiccup defended himself. "Ugh you are many things Hiccup, but a dragon killer is not one of them. Get back to the house," Stoick said. "Gobber! Make sure he gets there. I have his mess to clean up." Stool said.
Gobber smacked Hiccup in the head. The teens were laughing at him as he and Gobber walked by. "Quite the performance." Tuffnut said. "I've never seen anyone mess up that badly. That helped." Snotlout said. "Thank you. Thank you. I was trying so." Gobber pushed Snotlout away. As they arrived at Hiccup's house Hiccup began to complain. "I really did hit one." "Surely." Gobber said. "He never listens," "Oh, well it runs in the family." Gobber commented. "And when he does it's always with this disappointed scowl, like someone skimped all the meat from his sandwich." Hiccup then began to mimic his father. "Excuse me, pardon me. I'm afraid you brought me the wrong offspring. I ordered an extra large boy with beefy arms. Extra guts and glory on the side. This here. This is a talking fishbone." "Now now. You thinking about this all wrong. It's not so much what you look like. It's what's inside that he can't stand." Hiccup looked at Gobber in a 'are you serious face.' "Thank you for summing that up." "Look, the point is. Stop trying so hard to be something you're not." Gobber said. Hiccup pushed the door open, "I just want to be one of you guys." Hiccup walked through the door, shut it, ran to the back of the house, out the door and ran to the woods.
Stoick decided that he wanted to find the dragon's nest before winter. Most of the village are going with Stoick to try and find the dragon's nest before the ice sets in. Gobber is going to train the teens and Hiccup.