I'm going to stick with the script copy in the story now so that I can get the story out fast . Sorry if this bother anyone but the reactions I believe are the most important part of the story. Later on, when I get round to editing my stories, I will put into a story format. (The first part was already completed)
Gobber was telling the teenagers a story at the top of an abandoned catapult tower, with them all holding either chickens or fish over a bonfire.
"I love it when I can do a bonfire" smiled Gobber.
"But did you really have to do it so high?" asked Fishlegs, looking a little pale.
"... and with one twist he took my hand and swallowed it whole. And I saw the look on his face. I was delicious. He must have passed the world because it wasn't a month before another one of them took my leg" Gobber was saying, waving his arms about like a mad man.
Hiccup shook his head. Stoick kept throwing him nervous looks.
"Isn't it weird?" Fishlegs asked, "to think that your hand was inside a dragon. Like if your mind was still in control of it, you could have killed the dragon from the inside by crushing its heart or something." He got a few looks for that.
Fishlegs' parents shook their heads at their son.
"I swear I'm so angry right now. I'll avenge your beautiful hand, and your beautiful foot. I'll chop off the legs of every dragon I fight, with my face" boasts Snotlout and he poses for Astrid, who rolls her eyes.
Astrid shifted away from Snotlout.
Gobber quickly swallowed his large bit of food before talking.
"It's the wings and the tails you really want. If it can't fly, it can't get away. A downed dragon is a dead dragon."
Hiccup started to frown as he looked towards the dragons. He could not see the Night Fury.
Hiccup looks up from his fish a little, horrified as he realised what he had done to the dragon. Gobber stands up and stretches.
"Alright, I'm off to bed" said Gobber, "you should be too. Tomorrow we get into the big boys. Slowly but surely making our way up to the Nightmare. But who'll win the honour of killing it?"
"Me, everyone knows that I am the best" said Snotlout.
"Actually, I'd say that Astrid was the best" said Fishlegs but he shrank back when Snotlout glared at him.
While Tuffnut boasts about his supposed "birthmark" Astrid sees that Hiccup's seat in empty and she follows him and watches him run down the stairs.
"Why are you watching the traitor?" asked Ruffnut, glaring at Hiccup.
"I must've lost my mind for a minute" said Astrid.
She is curious for a moment before she shakes her head and re-joins the others.
"Your mind has been returned to you" laughed Tuffnut.
Hiccup enters the small room in the blacksmith. The walls are covered in drawings of different weapons and models. Hiccup lights a candle and rests his sketchbook ont the table, with the picture of Toothless opened.
Hiccup nods once as he picks up his charcoal and draws on the missing tail fin.
"Oh, you better not be doing what I think you are doing" glared Gobber. Hiccup ignored him as he started the screen.
... a creaking leather bellows. The stone forge glows with every pump. Tongs pull intricate iron pieces from the coals.
"I bet I could do that" boasted Snotlout. No one looked at him.
They're dropped onto the anvil, twisted, lightly hammered, and dunked in a barrel.
The pieces are carried to Hiccup's workbench and laid out in place on a one-to-one schematic. It's a sketch of a mechanical fin.
"Hiccup" sighed Gobber, risking a glance at Stoick and saw that he was emotionless.