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.
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.
A dragon carries one sheep away.
The other resumes grazing.
You see, most places have mice or mosquitoes.
We have...
A 15-year-old girl is about to open the door when she hears the dragon fire at her.
She slams the door shut, cowering behind it.
Dragons.
The sound of the horn goes off very early before dawn.
All Viking men and women emerged from their homes with weapons in their hands ready to tear their foes apart.
Most people would leave.
Not us.
We're Vikings.
We have stubbornness issues.
The girl runs out of the house, where all the houses are on fire and citizens are tussling with dragons all around.
My name's Astrid.
Beautiful 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.
Astrid is seen dodging several citizens without looking at them.
Then, a nearby explosion from the blast of a teal Gronckle causes her to trip and a man known as Ack roars in her face.
Ack: ARGGGHHHHH! Mornin'!
When Ack gets her off, Astrid gets back on her feet and continues to rush across the bridge passing the citizens who are warning her to get back inside.
Hoark: What are you doing here?!
Viking #1: Get inside!
Viking #2: What are you doin' out?"
Phlegma: Get back inside!
As a Monstrous Nightmare flew past by igniting flames, Astrid is yanked on the back of her shirt by a black-haired man.
Spitelout: Astrid?! What is she doing out aga-?! What are you doing out?! Get inside!
Spitelout then pushed her towards the forge.
That's Spitelout. Mayor of the city.
They say that when I was a baby, he lost his brother at the hands of the fire-breathing lizards.
Spitelout throws a wooden cart at a dragon, knocking it out mid-air.
Do you believe it? Yes, I do.
Spitelout turned to face Starkard.
Spitelout: What have we got?
Starkard: Gronckles, Nadders, Zipplebacks. Oh, and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare.
Burning embers land on Spitelout's shoulder.
Spitelout: Any Night Furies?
Starkard: None so far.
He casually brushes it off.
Spitelout: Good.
Viking #3: Hoist the torches!
Two enormous torches are raised and lit.
The dragons swarm around them.
Astrid runs into a forge and puts on an apron as the blacksmith finally noticed her while hammering a hot metal.
Gobber: Ah! Nice of you to join the party! I thought you'd been carried off!
Astrid goes on carrying one of Gobber's prosthetics back on the shelf.
Astrid: What, who, me? Nah, come on! I'm way too agile for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all...
She gestures to her dull pale blue eyes.
Astrid: This.
Gobber: Well, they need blind toothpicks, don't they?
Astrid gathered the weapons and started forging them.
The meathead with attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber as people.
I've been his apprentice ever since I was little.
You may understand why.
At the watch tower, Spitelout gave the men orders.
Spitelout: We move to the lower defenses. We'll counter-attack with the catapults.
A dragon swoops down and sets another house on fire.
See?
The old village, lots and lots of new houses.
Viking #4: FIRE!
Snotlout: Come on, let's go!
A group of teens is seen carrying buckets of water from the wagon one by one as they use them to put out the fire.
The tan redhead.
Oh, and that's Clueless,
The blonde vitiligo.
Speedifist,
A redhead with acne followed by a dirty blonde with a nose ring.
Wartihog, Dogsbreath, and...
A short black-haired boy puts out the fire before another ablaze explodes behind him as she said his name in a sour voice.
Snotlout.
A slow-motion explosion erupts behind him, framing him in a sexy ball of fire.
The others join him, looking awesome and heroic.
But seeing them walking behind the fire made Astrid's stomach turn and wanted to barf even though she has never seen them.
They think their job is so much cooler, but I'd prefer to stay away from the fire because I had to.
Astrid leans out of the window to get a better look.
However, Gobber lifts her up and back into the forge.
Astrid: 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!
Astrid: Please, two minutes. I'll kill a dragon. My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date.
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 citizen grabs it and uses it to bring down a dragon.
Astrid groaned in frustration.
Astrid: Oh, come on, Gobber.
Gobber: Don't you- no- Astrid. If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all... this.
Astrid: But, you just pointed to all of me!
Gobber: Yes! That's it! Stop being all of you!
Astrid: Ohhhh...
Gilbert: Ohhhh, yes.
Astrid: You sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much, raw... Viking-ness... contained? THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES!
Gobber: I'll take my chances.
Gobber hands Astrid a sword.
Gobber: Sword. Sharpen. Now.
Astrid places the sword on the grinder sharpening it.
One day, I'll get out there.
Because killing a dragon is everything around here...
And to my dead family.
Ever since I was a child, my Uncle Finn is on a hunt only to find a river of glowing algae along the way.
But he lost his life when a Flightmare attacked him by paralyzing the man to death.
My father, Ivor, is disappointed with the incident and shuts everyone out, including me and my mother, even during dinner.
When my mother, Ingrid, had gotten into illness, she told me that I will go somewhere, somewhere that will change my life for the better.
She even gave me a white pendant in the shape of a dragon, before she passed away.
With her fate being placed, I tried to hide my secrets from my father when he became very abusive.
It also makes things worse when I get caught up in the storm as I tried to help the farmers to escape the animals from the barn.
Just as I was about to leave the barn, a lightning flash blinded me and knocked me out.
When I was taken to the healer, the healer said that I will lose my sight for eternity.
When Ivor finds out, he decided to deport me, but he got caught by Gobber and is charged with child abuse, and the repairman takes me in as his apprentice as they worked together to forge.
While not smithing, Gobber helps me to navigate as I'm still having my blindness.
My friends are also helping me with it.
As Astrid keeps sharpening the sword, a high-pitched whistle is heard from the sky.
The citizens panic.
Back to my motto, the ultimate prize for killing the dragon is the one no one has ever seen.
We call it the-
Viking #5: NIGHT FURY!
Viking #6: GET DOWN!
From out of nowhere, an explosion tears one of the catapults apart that contains Spitelout as he and the other men jump off.
Spitelout: JUMP!
This thing never steals food, never shows itself, and...
Another explosion had been heard.
Never misses.
No one has ever killed a Night Fury.
That's why I wanted to be the first.
Gobber attaches an axe to his arm and begins to run out.
Gobber: Man the fort, Astrid. They need me out there!
He then stops and turns around at the doorway.
Gobber: Stay. Put. There.
Astrid seemed confused about what he meant.
Gobber: You know what I mean.
With a roaring shout, he heads off to fight.
Astrid continues to work in the forge until a blast of fire blows onto the roof of the forge knocking her out.
She then starts to haze while feeling the heat within the burning wood, and then she passes out.
Astrid opens her eyes only to realize that she's still blind.
She is about to get up when a hand is pressed into her chest gesturing her back to bed.
???: Don't, Astrid. You're almost getting burns after that ambush.
The person she had heard turned out to be the elder herself.
She couldn't see how old she is now, but she knows that Gothi is still alive and well.
Astrid: What happened?
Gothi: A dragon burned the forge down with you inside. Luckily, Gobber came back in time.
Astrid: How long have I been out?
Gothi: Just a few hours.
Gothi walks by a table and grabs a bowl of soup before handing it to Astrid.
Gothi: Here, take a soup. In the meantime, you're staying in bed for the rest of a day.
Astrid: Thank you.
As soon as the elder leaves, Astrid started to eat and sighs at the taste.
Astrid: There's nothing more than mushroom soup.