DISSOLVE TO:
[A whiteout of ash. And through it comes…]
Stoick:
Hiccup? Hiccup?!
[Stoick appears, searching desperately. Everything is scorched. Even the ground is smoking from the terrible heat.]
Stoick:
Hiccup?! Son?!
[Through the ash, Stoick the motionless silhouette of Toothless.]
Stoick (Grave):
Hiccup.
Everyone had sadness in their eyes still forgetting about the older Hiccup sitting right there.
[He hurries to the dragon's side. Toothless is roughed up, but conscious. His scorched saddle, however, is vacant.]
[Stoick looks to the sky in despair. He buckles at the knees, overwhelmed by the loss.]
Stoick:
Oh son… I did this…
[Astrid pushes through the crowd, her eyes welling up.]
[Followed by Gobber. They flank Stoick as he kneels, slumped over.]
[Behind them, a ring of Vikings form, keeping a respectful distance. As the dust and smoke clear, a ring of wild dragons can also be seen, gathering just behind and between the Vikings.]
[Toothless stirs and groggily rolls his head toward Stoick. Their eyes meet.]
Stoick:
I'm so sorry…
[Toothless unfolds his wings, revealing Hiccup, unconscious, clutched safely against his chest. Stoick's eyes widen.]
Stoick:
Hiccup.
Astrid: That is a total repeat of scaring into apology.
AT and PT: I regret nothing.
Everyone laughed at this.
[He scoops Hiccup into his arms. Listens to his heart. Bursts into relieved laughter.]
Stoick:
He's alive! (To Toothless) You brought him back alive!
[The crowd roars. Followed by the dragons. The Vikings look around to find themselves surrounded.]
[Stoick leans close to Toothless, meeting him eye to eye.]
Stoick:
Thank you… for saving my son.
[Gobber looks Hiccup up and down.]
Gobber:
Well, you know… most of him.
[Stoick glances back at him. Gobber shrugs, redirecting his eyes toward…]
Hiccup: I lost my leg, didn't I?
FH: Yes.
Everyone was stunned that he lost his leg saving all of them.