EXT. BERK – NIGHT
[The streets are empty save for a lone Viking who crosses Hiccup's path.]
Viking:
Hiccup.
[Hiccup nods, trying to look casual.]
[Once the coast is clear, he covertly steers Toothless into the Blacksmith's stall.]
Marinette: How does no one notice a dragon?
Danny: I probably would.
Sam: Yeah. Says the one that went to a dance with a dragon.
Everyone was baffled.
Danny: I said probably.
Hiccup: I was just lucky but that probably won't last.
They continued to watch.
[Toothless presses himself inside, rooting through stuff and making a racket. Astrid, is walking nearby, is alerted.]
Astrid:
Hiccup?
[Hiccup freezes. Then frantically tries to pry the ring off the saddle hook. It won't budge.]
Astrid:
Are you in there?
[Too late- she's right outside.]
[ON ASTRID walking along the outside of the Blacksmith's. Hiccup jumps out the window and closes the shutters behind him. Hiccup's harness line is stretched through the window, still attached to Toothless' saddle.]
Hiccup:
Astrid. Hey! Hi, Astrid. Hi, Astrid. Hi Astrid.
Alya: Real smooth.
Sam: Danny is also bad at acting.
Everyone was confused.
Astrid:
I normally don't care what people do, but you're acting weird. Well, weirder.
[Toothless spots a nearby sheep and makes a move toward it. As a result, Hiccup is suddenly pulled tight against the window shutters. He strikes a pose to compensate… then gets pulled through the shutters. They snap back in Astrid's face. Astrid reopens them and finds nothing but an empty stall. In the distance, Toothless and Hiccup slip off unseen.]
Everyone but the past vikings laughed at what was unseen.
EXT. DOCKS – DAWN
[A lone, battered ship is pulled into a slip, overloaded with equally battered-looking men. They disembark to a crowd of onlookers, looking like a team of hometown heroes who just had their butts kicked.]
[Gobber hobbles through the mumbling crowd to find Stoick – last to disembark and glowering with battered pride.]
Viking:
Where are the other ships?
Spitelout:
You don't want to know.
[Stoick lumbers past Gobber, leaving him staring at the trashed ship.]
Gobber:
Well, I trust you found the nest at least?
Stoick:
Not even close.
Gobber:
Ah. Excellent.
[Gobber follows Stoick up the ramp and snags his duffle bag with his hook appendage, sharing the burden.]
Stoick:
I hope you had a little more success than me.
Gobber:
Well, if by success, you mean that your parenting troubles are over with, then… Yes.
[Stoick stops. What does that mean?]
[A group of merry villagers rush past.]
Viking #1:
Congratulations Stoick! Everyone is so relieved.
Viking #2:
Out with the old and in with the new, right?!
Viking #3:
The village is throwing a party to celebrate!
[Stoick is stunned, overwhelmed by the insensitivity. He turns to Gobber.
Stoick:
He's… gone?
Hiccup: YOU THOUGHT I WAS DEAD?!
Stoick: Kind of hard to tell with that being said.
FH: To be fair. I would probably be dead 10 times if it wasn't for Toothless and the rest of the gang.
They were stunned but continued to watch.
Gobber:
Yeah… most afternoons. But who can blame him? I mean the life of a celebrity is very rough. He can barely walk through the village without being swarmed by his new fans.
[Stoick is doubly confused.]
Stoick:
Hiccup?
Hiccup: No, your other son.
Everyone laughed slightly but continued to watch.
Gobber:
Who would've thought, eh? He has this… way with the beasts.
FS: He's training them.
Eliza: Next one, the first flight.
Everyone was more interested.
A/N: YES! FIRST SUCCESSFUL FLIGHT UP NEXT!