I know I'm taking forever but I will finish these two fics I promise :-). plus summer is almost here! Can you imagine how much more writing I can get done?! And I want to give a MAJOR Shout out to Ohsochich. Who helped get my Lazy butt in gear (actually I had writers block, it was frustrating) but she wrote most if not all of this fic.

*hangs head and scuffs foot* Ookay so she wrote all of it. I only changed 1 word. But in my defense I had writers block. and she offered... I didn't even have to make her. hehe

so I would just like to hand her the credit XD. Soooo YAY FOR 'Ohsochich' *cheers* *dramatic sweep of hand for introduction*

And if the format looks a bit funky that's not my fault haha.


INT. GREAT HALL - DAY

A noisy din of PROTESTING VOICES leads to...

STOICK, glowering in the firelight. Surrounded by his men.

STOICK

Either we finish them or they'll

finish us! It's the only way we'll

be rid of them!

"I highly doubt that." Hiccup muttered to himself.

A few Vikings still managed to hear him; Astrid and Stoick being two of them.

Astrid looks at him with sadness and understanding in her eyes. Stoick just looks toward the direction of his voice utterly confused.

"Whaddya mean Hiccup?" Stoick says with his eyebrow raised.

His question is met with silence. Frustrated, Stoick huffs and turns back to the movie.

If we find the nest and destroy it, the dragons will leave. They'll find another

home.

"Uh, and just the perfect home for them too. Oh you'd just love where the decide to live after their nest is destroyed." Hiccup replies sarcastically.

"What in Thor's name are you talking about Hiccup!?" Stoick shouts, finally having enough of what Hiccup is saying.

"Well isn't it obvious." Supplies Astrid, joining in on the conversation.
Stoick not getting the point, not that he ever does with what Hiccup says, clearly not catching on.

This is when Gobber decides to join in on the conversation. "Yeah. What are you two lasses talking about? What's obvious?"

Hiccup just face-palms. Well, if I was a dragon, and my nest got destroyed, I'd probably go and make a home out of the land of the people who destroyed it. Maybe even go back for revenge." Hiccup explains.

'Hell yeah we would!' Toothless exclaims. 'But you would be protected at all times of course, along with your mate.' Toothless reassures his rider who he believes he is responsible for. Hiccup rolls his eyes at his term for Astrid.

"Oh. Yeah that makes sense. That's certainly what I would do." Gobber says after a short silence.

The Chief says nothing, in favor of staring at the screen.

He sinks his blade into a...

LARGE NAUTICAL MAP, spread out on the table... the blade

pierces the middle of an uncharted corner, swirling with

painted sea monsters and dragons.

STOICK (CONT'D)(DECIDEDLY)

One more search. Before the ice

sets in.

VIKING

Those ships never come back.

"Then why in the name of Odin would you just send more ships out there!?" Hiccup, like usual through this movie, decides to put his two-cents in.

"We have to get rid of those devils, and protect the island!" Stoick shouts.

"I don't see how sending more villagers to their deaths can protect anybody." Hiccup replies.
Then he says under his breath, between clenched teeth, only loud enough for Astrid and the dragons to hear, "And they are not devils!

Astrid tightens her hand around his, while Toothless croons and nudges his rider. All the while Toothless is glaring daggers at Stoick, while the rest of the dragons look on in shocked and confused amazement.

STOICK (MATTER-OF-FACT)

We're Vikings. It's an occupational hazard.

"Okay. Now that is just a stupid statement. I mean seriously, who says that?" Hiccup whispered... Or at least attempted to whisper.

He said it loud enough for the whole room to hear. Astrid and Toothless chuckle, while quite a few Viking are rolling there eyes. Whether it be out of annoyance or something else, they do not know.

Meanwhile Tate is just trying her best, and albeit not good enough, to not burst out laughing. Everyone heard her giggling, and turns towards her in confusion.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing Hiccup. Now let's just get back to the movie."

Even though they're highly confused, and dare I say a little scared (as if they'd ever admit it), do as she says. Hey, she threatened to kill them after all. Well all except Hiccup, who is still confused by that.

Now who's with me?

Stoick throws up his fist. No one follows. The crowds shifts

in restless silence. Head scratches. Eyes averted.

VIKING (FEEBLE)

Today's not good for me.

VIKING (CONT'D) (EQUALLY FEEBLE)

I've gotta do my axe returns.

'Whimps!" Toothless shouts.
Earning chuckles from many dragons, and Hiccup.

STOICK

Alright. Those who stay will look after Hiccup.

Hands jut into the air, volunteers galore. Enthusiastic

murmurs of prep and packing fill the room.

"Oh, wow. Thanks a lot guys. Definitely feeling the love." Hiccup sarcastically says aloud.

Stoick and the Vikings on screen briefly looked down in shame.
Astrid not-so-subtly leans towards Hiccup offering silent comfort. Meanwhile Toothless is just growling looking pissed.

'How dare they!' Toothless, and many other dragons shout.

Let's just say, it took a little while for Hiccup to calm them down. He wasn't alone though, he had Astrid and Tate helping as best as they could, not that Hiccup was doing any better.

The Vikings though just stared on looking flabbergasted through the whole ordeal, even after the dragons had all calmed down.

PHLEGMA THE FIERCE

To the ships!

SPITELOUT

I'm with you Stoick!

STOICK (DRY)

That's more like it.

Hiccups huffs, trying not to let the pain in his chest get to him.

The Vikings rush for the door, leaving Gobber and Stoick

alone. Gobber gulps back the contents of his tankard

attachment and scrapes back the bench.

GOBBER

I'll pack my undies.

"Oh gross! I did not need that image!" Snotlout exclaims. Murmurs of agreement coming from the other gagging teens, Hiccup and Astrid included.

"Seriously Gobber. What is it with you and undies?" Hiccup asks.

"Well it was a long time ago, probably when I was around me twenties, and-" Gobber starts his story, only to be cut off by Hiccup.

"Nevermind! I don't wanna know." Hiccup exclaims, almost looking scared.

The rest of the room, Vikings and dragons alike, silently thank Hiccup for cutting him off.

STOICK

No, I need you to stay and train

some new recruits.

GOBBER

Oh, perfect. And while I'm busy,

Hiccup can cover the stall. Molten

steel, razor sharp blades, lots of

time to himself...what could

possibly go wrong?

"Lots and lots of destruction! Beautiful, beautiful destruction!" Exclaims Ruffnut, only to be followed by her brother's.

"Just the way we like it!"

The twins butt heads while their parents sigh and roll their heads.

Stoick sinks onto the bench beside Gobber, his brow burdened.

STOICK

What am I going to do with him

Gobber?

GOBBER

Put him in training with the

others.

Hiccup suddenly shouted, "Wait! So it was your idea!?"

Gobber only nods in response.

Hiccup slumps back, stewing.

STOICK

No, I'm serious.

GOBBER

So am I.

Stoick turns to him, glaring.

STOICK

He'd be killed before you let the first dragon out of its cage.

"Thanks for the boost of confidence dad." Hiccup says sarcastically.

GOBBER

Oh, you don't know that.

STOICK

I do know that, actually.

GOBBER

No, you don't.

STOICK

No, actually I do.

GOBBER

No you don't!

STOICK

Listen! You know what he's like.

From the time he could crawl he's

been...different. He doesn't listen.

"Well neither do you." Hiccup rolls his eyes.

STOICK (CONT'D)

Has the attention span of a

sparrow. I take him fishing and he

goes hunting for... for trolls.

"Okay. First of all, that was years ago. And second, *imitates Gobber* Trolls exit! They steal your socks. But only the left ones. What's with that?"

GOBBER (DEFENSIVE)

Trolls exist! They steal your socks. (DARKLY) But only the left ones. What's with that?

A few chuckles can be heard around the room. Hiccup with a knowing smirk on his face.

STOICK

When I was a boy...

"Oh hear we go." Hiccup sighs.

GOBBER (GRUMBLING)

Oh here we go.

That get's many eyebrows raised, as they glance between said blacksmith and the direction of the apprentice.

STOICK

My father told me to bang my head

against a rock and I did it. I

thought it was crazy,

Because it was" Hiccup grumbles.

but I didn't question him. And you know what happened?

"You got a headache" Hiccup guesses

GOBBER

You got a headache.

Okay, now everyone is just bursting out laughing, including the dragons (not that anyone except Hiccup, Tate, and maybe Astrid knows that that's what they're doing). Some even falling out of their chairs, they're laughing so hard.

Hiccup stared at Gobber with wide eyes and jaw to the floor as Gobber sat stock still with an astonished and a bit frightened look on his face, which just encourages more laughter from the Vikings.

While everyone else is laughing, Stoick just stares at the two, wondering when they became so alike. Odin, help us.

STOICK

That rock split in two. It taught

me what a Viking could do, Gobber.

He could crush mountains, level

forests, tame seas!

Toothless just snorts, while the same thought goes through both his and Hiccups head: As if anyone, especially a Viking could do any of that.
They decide against voicing it though.

Even as a boy, I knew what I was, what I had to become. (BEAT) Hiccup is not that boy.

"Your dang right, I'm not." Hiccup mutters.

The only two who hear him, are Astrid and Toothless. Toothless croons and decides to lay his head across the two teens laps. While Astrid, once again, tightens her hand around Hiccup's.

GOBBER

You can't stop him, Stoick. You can

only prepare him. (BEAT)

Look, I know it seems hopeless. But

the truth is you won't always be

around to protect him. He's going

to get out there again. He's

probably out there now.

ON STOICK, as Gobber's words hit their mark.

Gobber chuckles softly at just how right he was.