Chapter 2: Starting The Movie
A/N
We get to the actual movie watching.
3rd person P.O.V .
FADE IN:
EXT. NORTH SEA/VILLAGE - NIGHT
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.
A few vikings jumped and looked back to see if Hiccup was speaking. A few of the smarter vikings wondered "is that what hiccup really thinks?" The movie continued as they turned back to the screen.
The camera drifts over rolling hills to reveal a small village nestled on an outcropping of sea mounts.
HICCUP (V.O.) (CONT'D)
My village. In a word, sturdy. And it's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new.
"Not hard to guess why useless." says Snotlout
The camera drifts closer, circling.
HICCUP (V.O.) (CONT'D)
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.
Hiccup smirked to himself as he recognized the leg that stole the sheep.
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.
EXT. STOICK'S HOUSE
He reopens the sizzling door, as leaps off of 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 (V.O.)
Most people would leave. Not us.
"We're tough!" yelled snotlout. "We're brave!" yelled another viking
We're Vikings. We have stubbornness issues.
"oh."
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.
"Why can't you ever stay inside Hiccup?" asked Stoick. "Uhm, well one, the house was on fire. I would have burned to death had I stayed there. Two, aren't I supposed to be in the forge during raids? I was just going there." responded hiccup. This rose concern from Gobber as Hiccup never miss a chance to make a sarcastic comment, and there was one wide open there.
HICCUP (V.O.) (CONT'D)
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.
"Does Hiccup not like his name?" wondered Stoick.
Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that. 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'!
"Sorry 'bout that lad, I may have had a barrel of mead or two before the raid." calls the viking. "Clearly, as not only did you jump on me and try to throw an axe in my face, but you also yelled 'MORNIN'!' when it is clearly night" Hiccup smirked.
Hiccup gets to his feet and continues to rush past gigantic men and women.
Viking #1: What are you doing here?!
Viking #2: Get inside!
Viking #3: What are you doin' out?"
Viking #4: Get back inside!
STOICK, the biggest Viking of all. He yanks Hiccup from the path of a strafing dragon and holds aloft to the crowd.
STOICK
Hiccup!?
(accusingly; to the crowd)
What is he doing out again?!
(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.
"Shieldmaidens, warriors, and vikings, I present to you: My dad's face 24/7!" Hiccup exclaimed, jumping out of his seat. This elicited quite a few chuckles from the crowd and a scowl from his dad. "See! There it is!" everyone looked at Stoick, and sure enough: he was scowling.
HICCUP (V.O.)
(IN AWE)
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.
HICCUP (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Yes I do.
An EXPLOSION forces Vikings to DUCK. Stoick stands firm, brushing flaming debris off of his shoulder.
Stoick looks over to his son, expecting to see admiration on his face, but is instead greeted by a look of disgust.
STOICK
(barking; to his men) What have we got?
VIKING #1
Gronkles. Nadders. Zipplebacks. Oh, and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare.
STOICK
Any Night Furies?
VIKING #1
None so far.
STOICK
(RELIEVED)
Good.
"Dawww, are the big, bad vikings scared?" Dork mocks from her seat.
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.
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
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.
"Thor's thunder Gobber! How the helhim did you manage before I came along?" hiccup exclaimed, pointing his arms towards the screen, in his usual hiccup-y like fashion.
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 theatre roars with laughter all while Hiccup watches Loki doing a perfect imitation of a tomato. "I want to kiss your brains out so badly right now." Whispers Loki through their mental link.
GOBBER
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.
HICCUP (V.O.)
The meathead with attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber. I've been his apprentice ever since I was little. Well...littler.
"Oye! Who are you calling a meathead, toothpick?" called out Gobber. "Oh you know, just the hippopotamus dressed in a pink tutu, sipping coffee while planning world domination." replied Hiccup boredly, casually picking at his nails.
EXT. VILLAGE - CONTINUOUS
ON STOICK
STOICK
We move to the lower defenses. We'll counter-attack with the catapults.
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. 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 living library.
Fishlegs squealed in excitement.
Snotlout, the boy with an ego larger than berk.
"Hey! My ego is not the size of berk! It's as small as-" Snotlout started to exclaim before being cut of by Astrid. "Your d*ck?" she suggested. The hall roared with laughter.
The twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut.
And…
(dreamily) Astrid. Oh, their job is so much cooler. (Slow motion shot of the teens walking away from an explosion)
" Awww. Face it, fishbone. Nobody will ever want you. You're not viking enough." Snickered Snotlout. In response, Hiccup simply rolled his eyes.
[Hiccup leans out of the smithing window to get a better look. Gobber lifts him up and back into the shop.]
Hiccup: Oh, 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!
Hiccup: Please, two minutes. I'll kill a dragon. My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date.
"I'll stand naked outside in the forest in the rain for an entire night if that ever happens." Snorted Ruffnut.
Gobber: You can't lift a hammer, you can't swing an axe, you can't even throw one of these!
[Gobber holds up a bola and a Viking grabs it and uses it to bring down a dragon]
Hiccup: Okay, fine, but this will throw it for me.
[Hiccup pats a wooden machine, which opens and shoots a bola randomly, hitting a Viking standing in the background.]
Viking: Arggh!
"HAHAHA! NICE GOING FISHBONE!" Could be heard from all the teens, excluding Astrid.
Gobber: See, now this right here is what I'm talking about!
Hiccup: Mild calibration issue-
Gobber: Don't you- no- Hiccup. If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all... this.
Hiccup: But, you just pointed to all of me!
Gobber: Yes! That's it! Stop being all of you!
Hiccup: Ohhhh...
Gobber: Ohhhh, yes.
Hiccup: You sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much, raw... Viking-ness... contained? THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES!
"Sure. Whatever." Commented Astrid.
Gobber: I'll take my chances. Sword. Sharpen. Now.
Hiccup (v.o.): One day, I'll get out there. Because, killing a dragon is everything around here.
[The camera pans over various dragons as they are described. Nadders are shown attacking sheep, Gronckles are stealing racks of fish, and a Zippleback ignites a house and blows it up.]
Hiccup (v.o.): A Nadder head is sure to get me at least noticed. Gronckles are tough. Taking down one of those would definitely get me a girlfriend. A Zippleback? Exotic. Two heads, twice the status.
Hiccup made a face of disgust.
Catapult Operator: They found the sheep!
Stoick: Concentrate fire over the lower bank!
Catapult Operator: Fire!
Hiccup (v.o.): And then, there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire.
"How was that my mindset?" wondered Hiccup.
[A Monstrous Nightmare growls and alights itself as it climbs up the catapult]
Stoick: Reload! I'll take care of this.
[Stoick fights the Nightmare, which takes a few hits before retreating]
Hiccup (v.o.): But the ultimate prize is the dragon no one has ever seen. We call it the-
[A high-pitched whistle is heard from the sky. The Vikings panic.]
Viking: NIGHT FURY! GET DOWN!