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"And finally we have our last movie, How to train your Dragon, everyone take your seats." Said Sparky as they all did so, the vikings growled at the mention of dragons somehow forgetting dragons were also in the room.
We skim above a dark, wild ocean before camera focuses toward a lone island, Berk. It is a gigantic shard of rock jutting straight out of the water. Hiccups voice is herd as we continue to look around Berk. "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."
"Well aren't you the feel good show of the year." Drawled Jack who was now sat beside Hiccup. "Well I wonders who's faults it is for it being so cold in the first place." Answered Hiccup recieving bows from the two winter spirits and a facepalm from him.
The camera drifts over rolling hills to reveal a small village nestled on an outcropping of sea mounts. Hiccups voice continues to speak. "My village. In a word, sturdy. And it's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests. You see, most places have mice or mosquitos. We have..." Sheep graze peacefully on a hillside. Suddenly one is snatched and a door is pulled open... as a dragon swoops directly toward it blasting fire as it does so. The door is slammed shut as the fire shoots through the wood, illuminating Hiccup "...dragons."
The vikings glare at the dragons who are pointing themselves out on screen.
Hiccup reopens the sizzling door, and 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. Hiccups voice is herd over the chaos. "Most people would leave. Not us. We're Vikings. We have stubbornness issues."
"And your the most stubborn if all." Nods Gobber.
Vikings sound the alarm. Vikings, both mem and women pour out into the streets, axes in hand. Hiccup is meanwhile darting through alleys, staying under eaves, making his way through the battle. "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. Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that."
"Names are important, but I think the only name that could scare beasts into hiding would be Perc-...although most would come out to try and fight him, a horrible decision really." Mused Sparky to most of the others confusion.
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. "Arggghhhhh!" But than in a cheery yet insane voice he yelled "Mornin'!" Hiccup gets to his feet and continues to rush past gigantic men and women. Hiccups voice reappears to make introductions "Meet the neighbors. Hoark the Haggard..." Hoark sees him and yells " What are you doing out!?" Hiccup continues introductions " Burnthair the Broad" at this Burnthair yells at him to get inside.
They both nod in agreement with there onscreen selves.
He turned to another viking "Phlegma the Fierce" who also tells Hiccup to get inside. "Ack." He says as he passes a silent ox of a viking, picking his ear " Yep, just Ack." Stoic comes in and yanks Hiccup from the path of a strafing dragon and holds aloft to the crowd. "Hiccup!?" He faces the crowd and yells, accusingly "What is he doing out again?!" And than to Hiccup. " What are you doing out?! Get inside!" The flames light up his scowling face and matted red beard. He sets Hiccup down and turns to the sky, searching.
Rapunzel turns to Hiccup curiously "so what's your Viking title than?" It was an innocent question but it made Hiccup look down in shame "Hiccup the Useless." Rapunzel frowned and gave him a hug which he returned with a sad smile. Merida gave the Vikings a death glare that scared even Stoic.
In awe Hiccup introduces his father to us. "That's Stoick the Vast. Chief of the tribe. They say that when he was a baby he popped a dragon's head clean off of its shoulders. Do I believe it?" Stoick grabs a wooden cart and hurls it, knocking the strafing dragon out of the sky. "Yes I do." An explosion forces Vikings to duck while Stoick stands firm, brushing flaming debris off of his shoulder.
"So cool!" Yell the Burgress kids to Stoic's suprise, he smiled a bit at them and that Hiccup believed that myth that he was that great.
Stoic was barking to his men. "What have we got?" Another viking answers him listing off the dragons they had spotted. "Gronkles. Nadders. Zipplebacks. Oh, and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare." "Any Night Furies?" interrupted Stoic and recieved a negative. " Good. Hoist the torches!" Massive flaming braziers are raised on poles, lighting up the night sky... and revealing swirling dragons of all types.
Said Dragons fly around the room to the kids to get much wanted attention.
Below, Hiccup crosses an open plaza and ducks into an open building with a tall chimney. He crosses behind a counter, where a peg-legged, one-armed hulk of a Blacksmith reshapes blades with a hammer and tongs appendage "Ah! Nice of you to join the party. I thought you'd been carried off." Says Gibber as Hiccup dons a leather apron and starts to put away Gobber's scattered appendages. Hiccup scoffs "Who me? Nah, come on! I'm way too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this." Hiccup proclaims and strikes a bodybuilder pose.
Everyone laughs at onscreen Hiccup who scoffs with a small grin.
Gobber nods "they need toothpicks, don't they?" Hiccup gets to work, transferring bent and chipped weapons to the forge as Vikings crowd the counter for replacements. "The meathead with attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber. I've been his apprentice ever since I was little. Well...littler." Says Hiccups inner monologue.
We move to the lower defenses where armed men rush past, flanking others who carry sheep to safety. Stoick follows up the rear as, overhead, a dragon strafes the rooftops with Napalm-like fire. "See? Old village. Lots and lots of new houses." Vikings yell "fire" and in respose the fire brigade charges through the plaza four TEENS, tugging a large wooden cask on wheels. 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.
Astrid, Snotlout, Fishlegs as well as Ruffnut and Tuffnut sit up straighter seeing themselves onscreen.
Hiccup inner mobolougues once again "Oh and that's Fishlegs, Snotlout. The twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut. And..." In a dreamy voice "Astrid." A slow motion explosion erupts behind her, framing her in a sexy ball of fire. The others join her, looking awesome and heroic.
Astrid blushes and smirks as Hiccup tries to have the floor consume him in his embarrsement.
Hiccup tries to join them as they pass, but he's hooked by Gobber and hoisted back inside. He tries to get out Gobber's grip, pleading. "Ah, come on. Let me out, please. I need to make my mark." "Oh, you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places." Replies Gobber hauling him away. "Please, two minutes. I'll kill a dragon. My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date." Says Hiccup but its pointlsss. "You can't lift a hammer. You can't swing an axe..." Says Gobber as he grabs a bola "you can't even throw one of these" he adds.
"Though he makes them really well, which is an important job." Says Jack, Hiccup mumbles a thanks. The vikings blink suddenly realising how most of there weapons were made by Hiccup.
A Viking runs by and nabs it out of Gobber's hand, hurling it at a dive-bombing Gronkle. The bola binds its legs, sending it into a heavy crash. "Okay fine, but..." Hiccup trails off as he rushes to the back corner of the stall and presents a bizarre, wheel barrow-like contraption. "... this will throw it for me." He finishes, opening 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. Gobber sighs " See, now this right here is what I'm talking about." Hiccup tried to reason that its simply a mild calibration issue.
"Another useless invention by Hiccup the Useless!" Laughs Snoutlout with the other teens, even Astrid laughing before she stops herself. Rapunzel hugs Hiccup close while Rocks, Sparky, Flynn, Merida and Jack all death glare them with a few ice and flame attacks as Toothless growled at them for upsetting his rider.
"Hiccup. If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all..." Gobber gestures in Hiccup's general direction. " ... this." "But... you just pointed to all of me." Says Hiccup confused, Gobber nods "Yes! That's it! Stop being all of you." Hiccuo scoffs once again " You, sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much, raw...Vikingness contained. There will be consequences!"
"Seriously what is wrong with you people, and you wonder why the kid is so sarastic." Says Bunny in anger, he could feel just how little hope Hiccup had and it hurt.
Gobber tosses him a sword "I'll take my chances. Sword. Sharpen. Now." Hiccup takes it begrudgingly and lobs it onto the grinding wheel. He stews... fantasizing...about how one day he'll get out there. Because killing a dragon is everything in Berk. Outside Nadders land, gathering like seagulls around a seemingly vacant house. "A Nadder head is sure to get me at least noticed." Thinks Hiccup as the Nadders clamber onto the building, tearing the roof and walls apart. Sheep pour out and scatter while Gronckles pick drying racks clean of fish and fly off like loaded pelicans. Hiccup notices and thinks "Gronckles are tough. Taking down one of those would definitely get me a girlfriend."
The Gronckles and Nadders both smile at the praise of how much there status was worth.
A stealthy, snake-like dragon head peeks over a rooftop, breathing gas into a chimney. "A Zippelback? Exotic, exciting. Two heads, twice the status." A second head pokes through the door and lights it. 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 "They found the sheep!" Stoic calls frustrated, concentrate fire over the lower bank!" Boulders are catapulted at the corralling Nadders... Just as a huge red dragon whips past, spraying the base of the catapult with sticky fire. "And then there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire." Hiccup comments internally as it emerges from the flames, climbing the catapult with a leering, toothy grin.
As it does right now to the anger of the vikings and everyone elses amusement.
"Reload! I'll take care of this." Says Stoic and he takes on the Nightmare, face to hammer. Suddenly, loud ballistic sound is herd and streaks overhead. The catapult crew ducks, Hiccup looks up from his work, reacting to the same sound. "But the ultimate prize is the dragon no one has ever seen. We call it the-" He's interrupted by the yells from outside.
"Night Fury! Get down!" Vikings everywhere take shelter. The moaning sound gets louder. The Monstrous Nightmare suddenly stops fighting and takes flight. Hiccup continues his speech from before. "This thing never steals food, never shows itself, and..." The sound recedes, leaving the crippled catapult in flames. "..never misses. No one has ever killed a Night Fury. That's why I'm going to be the first." Finishes Hiccup while Gobber trades his hammer for an axe. "Man the fort, Hiccup, they need me out there!" He says before pausing, turning with a threatening glare. "Stay. Put. There. You know what I mean." Threatens Gobber before he charges into the fray.
"Somehow I doubt he'll stay put." Says Merida to a sheepish Hiccup.
Moments later Hiccup is pushing his wheeled contraption through a wall of clustered Vikings. He weaves through the ongoing mayhem, as fast as his legs can carry him ignoring the vikings who yell at him to go back. "I know. Be right back!" He yells, meanwhile the Nadders have cornered the house-full of sheep. They close in, ready to spring upon them. Stoick suddenly appears, throwing fush 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. "Mind yourselves! The devils still have some juice in them."
The Nadder flinchs and whimpers at the sight of the net and hides behind a rock slab away from Stoic.
Hiccup reaches a cliff and drops the handles to the ground. He cranks several levers, unfolding and then cocking the bowed arms of his contraption, dropping 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 and aims. "Come on. Give me something to shoot at, give me something to shoot at." The tower topples as the blast of fire illuminates the dragon for a split second. Hiccup pulls the trigger and The flexed arms spring the weapon off the ground. The bola disappears into the sky, followed by a wack. and a screech
Hiccup looks down remembering what he did as the Vikings, mainly Stoic's jaws dropped as they tried to process how Hiccup the useless shot down a Nightfury. Said Nightfury nuzzled his riders head as if to say, if you hadn't we wouldn't have met which seemed to help Hiccup relax.
And that's all for now folks. I hope you all enjoyed and stay tuned. XXX Sparky