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The Vikings and dragons settle as Hiccup's voice as an image from the sky fill the screen.
We skim above a dark, wild ocean. The camera turns toward a lone island, Berk. It is a gigantic shard of rock jutting straight out of the water.
HICCUP (V.O.)
This, is Berk. It's twelve days North of hopeless, and a few degrees South of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery.
Hiccup chuckled, he couldn't of put it better himself. Some of the Vikings shot him worried looks.
The image drifts over rolling hills to reveal a small village nestled on an outcropping of sea mounts.
HICCUP (V.O.)
My village. In a word, sturdy. And it's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new.
"Doesn't take a genius to figure out why that is!" growled Spitelout.
The image drifts closer, circling.
HICCUP (V.O.)
We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests.
Upstairs the Dragons exchanged looks, chuckling. Well as close to chuckling you can get with a Dragon.
Meanwhile downstairs, some chuckled at Hiccup's phrasing while other frowned at the mention of the dragons.
You see, most places have mice or mosquitos. We have...
Sheep graze peacefully on a hillside. Suddenly one is snatched.
CUT TO: INT. STOICK'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
A door is pulled open... as a DRAGON swoops directly toward it, BLASTING FIRE.
The door is SLAMMED. The fire shoots through the slats of wood, illuminating HICCUP, a gangly teenage Viking.
HICCUP ...dragons.
Hiccup assessed his character before nodding his approval, that was him alright.
EXT. STOICK'S HOUSE He reopens the sizzling door, leaps off the front porch. He weaves through the erupting mayhem as Vikings pour out of the buildings, ready for a fight. More dragons swarm in, setting rooftops alight and hauling off sheep.
"Hiccup why can't yeh just stay inside?" asked Stoick, exasperated. Hiccup merely shrugged, much to the annoyance of Stoick.
HICCUP (V.O.)
Most people would leave. Not us. We're Vikings.
"What does that have to do with anything?" asked Astrid. Upstairs many of the Dragons asked the same thing.
We have stubbornness issues.
"Oh" the dragons upstairs nodded in agreement.
"And you don't lad?" Gobber asks with his eyebrows raised, Hiccup pointedly ignores the Blacksmith.
Vikings sound the alarm. Viking men and women pour out into the streets, axes in hand.
ON HICCUP darting through alleys, staying under eaves, making his way through the battle.
'Well I suppose being gangly does have its perks.' Thought some Vikings as they watched Hiccup nimbly dodge the other Vikings on screen.
HICCUP (V.O.)
My name's Hiccup. Great name, I know. But it's not the worst. Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls.
The Vikings laughed at Hiccup's face as he turned and faced the camera, while Stoick frowned again. Did Hiccup not like his name?
'Well suppose it wasn't the toughest name out there….' Stoick contemplated.
Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that.
The Dragons nodded in agreement while downstairs Hiccup and some others chuckled.
Dragons sweep back and forth, dodging axes and blasting the Vikings who throw them. A burly warrior gets tossed in an explosion, knocking Hiccup to the ground.
VIKING (FIERCE) Arggghhhhh! (cheery, insane) Mornin'!
As if on cue the villagers turned to look at said Viking who was blushing furiously.
Hiccup gets to his feet and continues to rush past gigantic men and women.
HICCUP (V.O.) Meet the neighbors. Hoark the Haggard...
HOARK What are you doing out!?
HICCUP ... Burnthair the Broad...
BURNTHAIR Get inside!
HICCUP ... Phlegma the Fierce...
PHLEGMA THE FIERCE Get back inside!
"Real charmers are us Vikings." Hiccup nods, a small sting of hurt pained him in the back of his chest but he pushed it away as they continued to watch.
HICCUP. Ack. He passes a silent ox of a Viking, picking his ear.
HICCUP (CONT'D) Yep, just Ack.
Enter STOICK, the biggest Viking of all. He yanks Hiccup from the path of a strafing dragon and holds aloft to the crowd.
"Here we go!" moans Hiccup.
STOICK Hiccup!?
"That's my name."
STOICK(accusingly; to the crowd) What is he doing out again?!
(TO HICCUP) What are you doing out?! Get inside!
"Like you care." grumbled Hiccup. This time Stoick had heard; in fact lots of Vikings had, even a few Dragons.
Stoick looked, believe it or not, hurt by his son's words. Did it really look like he didn't care? Never the less he and Hiccup would be having words.
Hiccup paled, noticing the stares from surrounding Vikings. Had he just said that aloud?! Whoops….
The flames light up his scowling face and matted red beard. He sets Hiccup down and turns to the sky, searching.
HICCUP (V.O.) (IN AWE) That's Stoick the Vast. Chief of the tribe.
"And they don't call him the Vast for nothing."
They say that when he was a baby, he popped a dragon's head clean off of its shoulders.
Stoick laughed. That rumor was still going around?!
Meanwhile Hiccup and the Dragons looked disgusted by this. Something the Teens and Gobber did not fail to notice.
Do I believe it?
Stoick grabs a wooden cart and hurls it, knocking the strafing dragon out of the sky.
HICCUP (V.O.) (CONT'D) Yes I do.
Stoick beamed in pride at his son who was avoiding his eyes for some reason. Was it something he had done? Said?
An EXPLOSION forces Vikings to DUCK. Stoick stands firm, brushing flaming debris off of his shoulder.
STOICK (barking; to his men) What have we got?
"Dragons."
"Tuffnut the Chief knows that!"
"I was just answering a question!"
VIKING #1 Gronkles. Said Dragon breed looked around proudly. They did not back down from a battle!
Nadders. The Nadders however simply bowed their head.
Zipplebacks. Zipplebacks grinned.
Oh, and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare. The Nightmares looked around importantly.
STOICK Any Night Furies?
VIKING #1 None so far.
STOICK (RELIEVED) Good.
All dragons turned to said Breed. Toothless merely looked at them all before continuing to watch what was happening below. Many had respect for the Night Fury, it was the last of its kind and was the most feared dragon breed alive! Well... except the Queen.
Toothless had no however was quickly becoming bored- where was Hiccup?! He was losing interest in these other Vikings.
VIKING Hoist the torches!
Massive flaming braziers are raised on poles, lighting up the night sky... and revealing swirling dragons of all types.
Below, Hiccup crosses an open plaza and ducks into an open building with a tall chimney.
Toothless immediately perked up.
INT. BLACKSMITH STALL - CONTINUOUS He crosses behind a counter, where a peg-legged, one-armed hulk of a Blacksmith reshapes blades with a hammer and tongs appendage.
Gobber cheered for himself, trying to diffuse the tension from the fight they were witnessing. It worked.
GOBBER Ah! Nice of you to join the party. I thought you'd been carried off.
Hiccup dons a leather apron and starts to put away Gobber's scattered appendages.
"You know Gobber, you do have a bad tendency to leave things lying about!" commented Hiccup.
Gobber had the decency to look abashed. A few Vikings laughed weakly at his misfortune of being told off by Hiccup.
HICCUP Who me? Nah, come on! I'm way too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this.
Hiccup strikes a bodybuilder pose.
The Teens jeered at him. Some of the Vikings joined in while some chuckled at his humor. Toothless tried to ignore the jeerers as he fondly shook his head at the on-screen Hiccup.
GOBBER They need toothpicks, don't they?
More chucking from the hall at the Blacksmith-apprentice relationship, it was obvious they were very close.
Hiccup gets to work, transferring bent and chipped weapons to the forge as Vikings crowd the counter for replacements.
HICCUP (V.O.) The meathead with attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber.
"HEY!"
"Aw come on Gobber you love me really!"
"You are pushing your luck there toothpick!"
"Don't call me a toothpick, Meathead!"
"Well then don't call me Meathead, fishbone!"
"Why you little-"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence." Warns Stoick as Gobber grins victoriously however the moment Stoick's focus was back on the screen Hiccup smirked, eyes locking with Gobbers as he finished his sentence soundlessly, Gobber was left gaping as the movie continued, he was going to get that little squirt back later…
I've been his apprentice ever since I was little. Well...littler.
The Vikings chuckled at the truthfulness of that statement.
EXT. VILLAGE- STOICK We move to the lower defenses. We'll counter-attack with the catapults. Armed men rushed past, flanking others who carried sheep to safety. Stoick follows up the rear as, overhead, a dragon strafes the rooftops with Napalm-like fire.
HICCUP (V.O.) See? Old village. Lots and lots of new houses.
VIKING- FIRE! In response, the fire brigade charges through the plaza - four TEENS, tugging a large wooden cask on wheels.
"Hey it's us!" shouted Fishlegs. The other Teens looked on, interested in what Hiccup had to say on them.
From it, they fill buckets of water to douse the flames. One among them is a cute, energetic Viking girl. Hiccup leans out of the stall to watch her.
HICCUP (V.O.) Oh and that's Fishlegs,
"The boy who won't stop with his Dragon talk." added Gobber
Snotlout,
"The pompous idiot." added Astrid- much to the gang's amusement.
The twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut,
"The two who won't stop fighting, but amuse none the less." added Fishlegs.
And... (DREAMY) Astrid.
"The one who has a wide range of cussing words!" added Hiccup. When Astrid looks at him threateningly, yet confusedly so he adds. "Don't deny it; I heard you in the ring!" she huffed while the gang and Hiccup laughed.
A SLOW-MOTION explosion erupts behind her, framing her in a sexy ball of fire. The others join her, looking awesome and heroic.
"We look awesome!" shouted Snoutlout then, he added after. "Although I clearly look the best!" The rest rolled their eyes.
HICCUP (V.O.) (CONT'D) Their job is so much cooler.
Hiccup tries to join them as they pass, but he's hooked by Gobber and hoisted back inside.
"What is it with you Vikings and lifting me in the air by my tunic?!"
HICCUP (CONT'D) (PLEADING) Ah, come on. Let me out, please. I need to make my mark.
GOBBER Oh, you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places.
"Meaning?"
"Aw come on Hiccup, remember when you first made that axe swinger and it cut off your-"
"Yeah I remember now, let's keep watching okay!" He did not want his father to know that it was his fault his father had to walk around the village, with half a beard for a few months! Man that wouldn't end well…..
HICCUP Please, two minutes. I'll kill a dragon. My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date.
GOBBER You can't lift a hammer.
"True."
You can't swing an axe...
"Affirmative."
Gobber grabs a bola (iron balls connected by rope).
GOBBER (CONT'D) ... you can't even throw one of these.
"Very -"
"Hiccup do yourself a favour and shut up."
"Okay."
A Viking runs by and nabs it out of Gobber's hand, hurling it at a dive-bombing Gronckle. The bola binds its legs, sending it into a heavy crash.
The Gronckle who got hit winced. That had been painful. Thank god for that diversion in the end.
HICCUP (ready with the answer) Okay fine, but...
He rushes to the back corner of the stall and presents a bizarre, wheel barrow-like contraption.
HICCUP (CONT'D) ... this will throw it for me.
"What is it?" Asks Snotlout.
"Yet another one of Hiccups inventions." Gobber says, shaking his head. The other teens exchange a fascinated look- Hiccup made stuff? Cool!
Hiccup OPENS the hinged lid of the device. An arm springs up, equipped with twin bows. They prematurely launch a bola, narrowly missing Gobber... and taking out a Viking at the counter.
"That hurt you know!" said Viking told Hiccup.
"Sorry! In all fairness it wasn't supposed to launch!"
"Awesome!" Exclaim the twins.
"Hey Hiccup can we borrow that thing?" Asks Tuffnut, grinning.
"Sorry Tuffnut, a Nightmare broke it." Hiccup shrugs.
VIKING Arggh!
GOBBER See, now this right here is what I'm talking about!
HICCUP Mild calibration issue.
GOBBER Hiccup. If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all...
Gobber gestures in Hiccup's general direction.
GOBBER (CONT'D) ... this.
HICCUP (ASTONISHED) But... you just pointed to all of me
GOBBER Yes! That's it! Stop being all of you.
Both levels laughed, even Toothless because he knew Gobber didn't mean it offensively.
HICCUP (THREATENING) Ohhhh...
GOBBER (MIMICKING) Ohhhhh, yes.
HICCUP You, sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much, raw...Vikingness contained. (BEAT) There will be consequences!
"Man he wasn't kidding." A soft voice sighs from the speakers in the room as the Vikings look around, lost.
Gobber tosses him a sword.
GOBBER I'll take my chances.
The Vikings laugh at their obvious funny, teasing friendship while Gobber and Hiccup glare at the other playfully, that was until Gobber blinked. "Ha! I win" Grins Hiccup.
GOBBER Sword. Sharpen. Now.
"Bossy."
"Well someone needs to be with yeh lad."
Hiccup takes it begrudgingly and lobs it onto the grinding wheel. He stews... fantasizing...
HICCUP (V.O.) One day I'll get out there. Because killing a dragon is everything around here.
Hiccup growled dangerously. The Vikings exchanged looks. What was wrong with him today?
The Dragons, save Toothless, were shocked. Who knew killing a dragon was so big and even more why did that boy care for them so much? He described them as pests at the beginning, did he not?
EXT. VILLAGE - LOWER PLAINS - CONTINUOUS Nadders land, gathering like seagulls around a seemingly vacant house.
The Dragons sat up. Maybe they would find out why killing a dragon was so big.
HICCUP (V.O.) A Nadder head is sure to get me at least noticed.
Nadders seemed to huff a bit. Surely they were worth more than that. It wasn't until a Gronckle pointed out that it was at least them, they immediately brightened up.
The Nadders clamber onto the building, tearing the roof and walls apart. Sheep pour out and scatter.
Elsewhere, hippo-like Gronckles pick drying racks clean of fish and fly off like loaded pelicans.
HICCUP (V.O.) (CONT'D) Gronckles are tough. Taking down one of those would definitely get me a girlfriend.
The Gronckles looked very proud. A girlfriend was a mate no doubt and that was a big thing. Meanwhile Hiccup was seething. If he had to kill a dragon to get a girl he would just not have a girl!
A stealthy, snake-like dragon head peeks over a rooftop, breathing gas into a chimney.
HICCUP (V.O.) (CONT'D) A Zippleback? Exotic, exciting. Two heads, twice the status.
At this all Zippelbacks looked around and made a scene of using both its heads to cause laughter.
A second head pokes through the door and lights it. KABLAM! The two heads fly through the explosion, their necks zipping together to reveal a single body.
It flies past Stoick as he climbs to the top of a CATAPULT TOWER.
CATAPULT OPERATOR They found the sheep!
STOICK (FRUSTRATED) Concentrate fire over the lower bank!
CATAPULT OPERATOR Fire! Boulders are catapulted at the corralling Nadders... just as a huge red dragon whips past, spraying the base of the catapult with sticky fire.
HICCUP (V.O.) And then there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those.
The Monstrous Nightmare looked immensely proud as they looked around. If the best Vikings went after them surely they were the best Dragon!
They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire.
The Vikings chuckled at how Hiccup made them sound harmless. It made them regret how they treated Hiccup, but there was always time for change.
It emerges from the flames, climbing the catapult with a leering, toothy grin.
STOICK Reload! I'll take care of this. Stoick takes on the Nightmare, face to hammer.
Hiccup growled lowly and threateningly.
Suddenly, a LOUD BALLISTIC MOANING streaks overhead. The catapult crew ducks.
INT. BLACKSMITH STALL - HICCUP, looking up from his work, reacts to the same sound.
HICCUP (V.O.) But the ultimate prize is the dragon no one has ever seen. We call it the-
VIKING Night Fury! Get down!
Hiccup grinned at the name of his dragon. By far the best!
The Vikings look at him accusingly. Why was he grinning at the name of the creature who destroys their home?!
Vikings everywhere take shelter. The moaning sound BUILDS.
EXT. VILLAGE - CATAPULT - CONTINUOUS The Monstrous Nightmare suddenly stops fighting and takes flight. Stoick looks skyward.
STOICK JUMP! KABOOM! The Catapult EXPLODES as though hit by an artillery shell... sending Stoick and the crew leaping for their lives.
Hiccup nodded approvingly as he saw his dragon swiftly fly across the screen.
HICCUP (V.O.) This thing never steals food, never shows itself, and... the sound recedes, leaving the crippled catapult in flames.
HICCUP (V.O.) (CONT'D) ...never misses.
The Nightfury in question looked around at the other dragons who looked like they were expecting some sort of grand show off. He snorted and blew off some purple flames to tell them to bugger off.
(BEAT) No one has ever killed a Night Fury. That's why I'm going to be the first.
Said Nightfury whimpered, as he remembered how close his rider was to killing him while the same thought struck Hiccup. He was glad he didn't and he would never change a single thing!
Meanwhile the other teens snorted at him.
In the stall, Gobber trades his hammer for an axe.
GOBBER Man the fort, Hiccup, they need me out there!
"Gobber, was that really a good idea?!" asked Stoick.
"Definitely not! But I did it anyway!"
Gobber pauses. Turns with a threatening glare.
GOBBER (CONT'D) Stay. Put. There. You know what I mean.
Gobber charges into the fray, HOLLERING. ON HICCUP, a smirk crosses his face.
EXT. VILLAGE - MOMENTS LATER WHAM! Hiccup pushes his wheeled contraption through a wall of clustered Vikings. He weaves through the ongoing mayhem, as fast as his legs can carry him.
"I should've stayed." muttered Gobber.
VIKING #6 (O.S.) Hiccup, where are you going!
VIKING #7 Come back here!
HICCUP I know. Be right back!
ON THE PLAIN BELOW The Nadders have cornered the house-full of sheep. They close in, ready to spring upon them.
Stoick suddenly appears, HURLING FISHING NETS over them. The surprised Nadders are caught.
Stoick and his men rush in.
A Nadder blasts a hole through its net. Stoick leaps onto it, clamping his thick arms around its head, forcing its jaws shut.
The Nadders let out a small whimper before noticing, below them Hiccup is glaring at his father. Was the boy... defending them? Surely not!
STOICK Mind yourselves! The devils still have some juice in them.
ON THE PLAIN ABOVE Hiccup reaches a cliff overlooking the smoking CATAPULT and drops the handles to the ground. He cranks several levers, unfolding and then cocking the bowed arms of his contraption.
He drops a bola onto a chamber and then pivots the weapon on a gimbal head toward the dark sky.
He listens, with his eye pressed to the scope, hand poised on the trigger. He hears the NIGHT FURY approaching... and turns his aim to the defense tower. It closes in for the final strike, completely camouflaged in the night.
HICCUP (TO HIMSELF) Come on. Give me something to shoot at, give me something to shoot at. KABLAM! The tower topples. The blast of fire illuminates the dragon for a split second. Hiccup pulls the trigger. KERTHUNK! The flexed arms SNAP forward, springing the weapon off the ground. The bola disappears into the sky, followed by a WHACK and a SCREECH.
The Vikings stared at the young Viking, astonished. A minute of absolute silence and then... cheers were shouted and congratulatory calls were made but Hiccup just looked ashamed. After they calmed down Stoick mustered up his courage and walked towards the boy he called his son.
"Hiccup I am so sorry that I didn't believe you!"
"Its ok, dad, it doesn't really matter anyway."
"Doesn't matter?! Hiccup you are the first Viking to hit a Nightfury. Were you say this was? Down in Raven point! We have to get men down there straight away; when we head home of course and then the matter of weapons and where it landed of course it -"
"STOP!"
"Thank you, now let's keep watching."
The dragons watched this whole fiasco with astonishment. First of all, they made such a fuss about the Fury being hit and then the boy...the boy. He was defending the dragons. He was ashamed of hitting a Nightfury. He was odd, there is no doubt about that!
HICCUP (CONT'D) (surprised, then elated) Oh I hit it! Yes, I hit it! Did anybody see that?
Hiccup's victory is short-lived. A Monstrous Nightmare appears, slithering up over the lip of the cliff.
HICCUP (CONT'D) Except for you.
Despite the situation Hiccup was in, the onlookers laughed weakly. That boy sure had some humor...
"I can't believe my luck though!" grumbled Hiccup loud enough for everyone to hear. "Of all the Dragons out there I get the Nightmare..." More people laughed at his statement; it was true after all.
ON STOICK, holding down the netted Nadders. He hears a familiar HOLLER and looks up to see...
HICCUP running through the PLAZA, SCREAMING, with the NIGHTMARE fast on his heels.
Alarmed, Stoick abandons the Nadders and runs off.
"Really scared me you did there." Stoick admits gruffly as Hiccup blinks at him.
STOICK (to his men, re: the NADDERS) DO NOT let them escape!
IN THE PLAZA Vikings scatter as Hiccup dodges a near fatal blast. The Nightmare's sticky, Napalm-like fire splashes up onto buildings, setting them alight.
Hiccup ducks behind the last standing brazier - the only shelter available. The Nightmare blasts it, spraying fire all around him. Hiccup peers around the smoldering post. No sign of the Nightmare.
"Dude your luck sucks!" gasped Ruffnut through all he HAD to look the other way to the dragon didn't he?!
He turns back to find it leering at him, blocking his escape. It takes a deep breath. Hiccup is finished.
Suddenly, Stoick LEAPS between them, tackling the Nightmare to the ground. They tumble and wrestle, resuming their earlier fight. The Nightmare tries to toast him, but only coughs up smoke.
"I'd run." Mutters Hiccup, people around him nodded in agreement.
STOICK (CONT'D) You're all out. He smashes the Nightmare repeatedly in the face, driving it away. It takes to the air and disappears. Winded, Stoick turns to Hiccup.
HICCUP (V.O.) Oh, and there's one more thing you need to know... The burnt brazier pole collapses, sending the massive iron basket crashing. It bounces down the hill, destroying as it goes and scattering the Vikings who were holding down the netted Nadders. The freed dragons escape... with several sheep in tow.
Both audiences laugh at Hiccup's various expressions as the town gets destroyed. Meanwhile Tuff and Ruff couldn't help but find the destruction awesome, nobody can destroy in village in one move like Hiccup.
HICCUP (CONT'D) Sorry, dad.
EXT. VILLAGE - UPPER PLAZA - CONTINUOUS The escaped Nadders fly past with sheep in their clutches. The raid is over. The dragons have clearly won. The murmuring crowd eyes Stoick, awaiting his response.
HICCUP (SHEEPISH) Okay, but I hit a Night Fury. Stoick grabs Hiccup by the back scruff of his collar and hauls him away, fuming with embarrassment.
"Sorry 'bout this Hiccup", said his father sheepishly. Hiccup accepted the apology and turned back to the screen.
HICCUP (CONT'D) 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 Raven Point. Let's get a search party out there, before it-
STOICK -STOP! Just...stop. He releases Hiccup. Everyone goes silent, staring expectantly.
STOICK (CONT'D) Every time you step outside, disaster follows. Can you not see that I have bigger problems? Winter's almost here and I have an entire village to feed! Hiccup looks around. All eyes are upon him.
HICCUP Between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding, don't ya think? A few rotund Vikings stir self-consciously, looking down at their beer-bellies.
The Vikings laugh. It was true and funny! And they sure had heard a fair share of fat jokes from Hiccup in the past, normally when passing either the Haddock household or the Forge.
STOICK This isn't a joke, Hiccup! (EXASPERATED) Why can't you follow the simplest orders?
HICCUP I can't stop myself. I see a dragon and I have to just... kill it, you know? It's who I am, Dad.
"Correction: It is not who I am and I wish people *cough* Dad *cough* would listen to me!"
STOICK You are many things, Hiccup. But a dragon killer is not one of them.
"And you couldn't have remembered that before Dragon Training!?" Exclaimed Hiccup upset and infuriated. The Dragons thought Humans to be "bloodthirsty killing machines" and the Vikings were confused because,well, Hiccup was doing so well in dragon training!
Hiccup looks around to see many nods of agreement.
STOICK (CONT'D) Get back to the house.
(TO GOBBER) Make sure he gets there. I have his mess to clean up. Stoick lumbers off in the opposite direction. Gobber leads Hiccup through the walk of shame. They pass the teen fire brigade as they snicker.
"Sorry about that Hiccup." Snotlout apologised. Hiccup, startled, accepted his and everyone else's apologies.
TUFFNUT Quite the performance.
SNOTLOUT I've never seen anyone mess up that badly. That helped!
HICCUP Thank you, thank you. I was trying, so... Hiccup avoids Astrid's glare and heads up toward a large house, standing prominently on the hill above the others.
HICCUP (CONT'D) I really did hit one.
GOBBER Sure, Hiccup.
HICCUP He never listens.
"Don't argue dad. It's true and you know it!" Stoick was too stunned to speak.
GOBBER Well, it runs in the family.
"Meaning?"
"Well Hiccup do the words 'Stay right there' ring any bells?"
Hiccup just huffed while the Halls watched on in amusement.
HICCUP And when he does, it's always with this... disappointed scowl. Like someone skimped on the meat in his sandwich.
"It's true!"
(MIMICKING STOICK) Excuse me, barmaid. 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 fish bone.
Everyone would've chuckled, but the situation was too depressing.
Stoick felt embarrassed and ashamed. Was he really that bad to Hiccup!? He also felt a little jealous about how Hiccup could turn to Gobber. He wondered how many talks Hiccup had with Gobber in the past...
GOBBER You're thinking about this all wrong. It's not so much what you look like. It's what's inside that he can't stand.
The halls laughed at Gobber's way to cheer Hiccup up.
HICCUP Thank you, for summing that up. They reach the doorway.
GOBBER Look, the point is, stop trying so hard to be something you're not. Hiccup SIGHS heavily.
Stoick sighed feeling worse and worse by the second, how could he make it up to Hiccup?!
HICCUP I just want to be one of you guys. Gobber eyes him sympathetically. Hiccup turns and goes through the front door... and straight out the back door. He hurries off into the woods, determined.
At this, the scene faded. The Hall sat in silence for some time thinking it over.
Stoick was thinking about how he could make it up to Hiccup.
Gobber was thinking about what Stoick would say to Hiccup. After all lots of hurt feelings had been shed through humour; and he had a feeling he wasn't the only one who had detected it.
The teens were whispering about Hiccup and his life treatment and how they could make it better. But they were also wondering about the fierce protectiveness Hiccup had for the dragons.
Upstairs, the dragons were talking about Hiccup and why he defended them while Toothless, was lost in his own thoughts. Hiccup had been ignored all his life. He didn't deserve it!
Before anyone could do anything the next scene appeared.