No, I do not own Httyd, all rights go to Dreamworks and Cressida Cowell. I merely copy ad pasted the transcript for the second movie.

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Living on Berk had very few perks, in Hiccups opinion. Dragon raids mixed with being the Outcast of the island really put a bummer on what little there was to enjoy, being what was essentially a walking and talking fishbone amongst burly walls of solid muscle.

Hiccup the Useless.

Being dubbed 'Useless' didn't really help things at all, especially with his track record of destruction that easily rivalled, if not exceeded the twins.

With all that rolled up into a ball of lonely (if not slightly isolated) sass and sarcasm, Hiccup was, in simple terms. Not Viking like enough. He often joked with Gobber-, (his mentor and possibly only friend.)

-that his father received the wrong offspring, but really that's what it felt like. His dad only really looked at him with disappointment. Like he skimped on the meat of his sandwich. He simply wasn't good enough.

So, upon waking up in a place that definitely was not his bedroom, surrounded by the whole island population, all in different states of awakening- without their beloved weapons mind you, Hiccup was not ready for the onslaught of accusing glares that were sent his way.

Shrinking, Hiccup raised his arms in a placating gesture. "Before you say anything- I didn't do anything."

Many disbelieving eyebrows were raised, some brave souls daring to snort.

Opening his mouth, whether it was was to scold Hiccup or command silence- maybe both, Stoick began to raise his voice-

-only to have a single wall light up, projecting a cool hue throughout the otherwise warm room. Thirteen words shimmered on the screen.

Vikings of Berk, the Gods have decreed that you be shown the future.

Mutters rippled through the theatre. The Gods themselves?

Clearing his throat, Hiccup stared at the screen with determined eyes.

"How far into the future and why us?"

The whispers died at the question, the Berkians staring at their heir then to the screen. Another ripple as the previous words faded and new ones crawled across.

The Gods have seen glimpses of a dark future, and deemed to show you five years into your futures. As for why, Berk is the catalyst. More specifically, you Hiccup Haddock.

Hiccup blanched at that, narrowing his eyes. A bark of laughter shook him out of his faint stupor.

Snotlout smirked. "Hah! Only Useless could be the reason for a dark future!"

The teens snickered, followed by a pitying stare from Astrid. Although they didn't vocalise it, the villagers evidently agreed. Scowling, Hiccup turned back to the screen.

No, you misunderstand. You must watch to view the future that will come to pass, if the timeline is to go correctly.

Bushy eyebrows raised at that.

'If the timeline goes correctly?' Hiccup frowned. From what he has seen, the room was a large box, filled with plush chairs and soft carpeting. The walls were dark, the small lamps mounted upon them casting a faint, amber glow.

The screen took up the one wall at the front, large and if not slightly intimidating. Humming thoughtfully, Hiccup turned, fully intending to find a seat-

-Only to come face to face with the acidic emerald eyes of a Nightfury.

Hiccup jumped, but didn't make much of a sound, he merely stared right back, holding the dragon's gaze nervously.

Hiccup tilted his head to the side, curious. The Nightfury's eyes weren't malicious or evil, they only held intelligence and curiosity. Sighing softly Hiccup placed himself onto the plush chair beside the dragon, giving a gentle (If not slightly awkward) smile in the reptile's direction.

The Nightfury tilted his head before opening his mouth and manipulating the toothless mouth into an awkward semblance of a smile.

Chuckling, Hiccup watching as the Nightfury curled into a very cat-like coil just behind his chair and out of sight. The screen glowed once again, immediately capturing the Viking's attention.

Vikings, if you are done, please take a seat and watch the wall.

The Berkians all grumbled at the interruption, but obediently lumbered into their seats. A few painstakingly long minutes later and all of Berk was situated facing the screen. Some still suspicious while others were curious.

Also, there shall be no violence, as you will be sharing the room with Dragons.

Shouts filled the room at that, the Vikings whirling around in their seats to spot their reptilian foes, meaty hands grasping at air for non-existent weapons. Snarls emanated from the Dragons, scarred scales shining in the dark.

Thunder abruptly shook the very foundations of the room, all of its occupants (bar Hiccup and Toothless) freezing at the sound.

"Odin's beard…" Spitelouts voice trembled amongst the silence, breaking the startled spell that fallen over them.

The screen's shine was stronger and bolder as the message crawled across the wall again.

Sit, the Dragons are guests of the Gods, much like you Berkians. There will be breaks for food and water soon enough, but for now we have wasted enough time.

Reluctantly the two sides relaxed enough to sit back down, eyes staring intently at the screen.

Slowly the lights dimmed, the only source of light being the larger-than-life screen in the front.

[Opening credits roll, followed by a shot of the village of Berk in the daytime]

The Berkians couldn't help but stare in awe at the remodelled Berk, pride welling up in their chests at the scorch-free buildings.

Hiccup: (V.O.) This... is Berk.

Some of the more soft Vikings jumped at the clear voice that echoed throughout the theatre. Narrowing his eyes, Stoick leaned forward with his hands clasped and nose nestling on top of his knuckles. That nasally tone was uncomfortably familiar, but he simply couldn't place it.

Hiccup: (CON'D) The best kept secret this side of, well, anywhere. Granted, it may not look like much, but this wet heap of rock packs more than a few surprises.

Chuckles rose up from both side of the room. Berk was indeed a bundle of surprises.

[On a cluster of sheep, hiding nervously between buildings as shadows of passing dragons race by. The group moves as one, receding into a shadowy alley, pushing one sheep out into the light. It's suddenly snatched and carried into the air]

The spell was ruined, Spitelout angrily shook his fist, growling out- "Blasted devils and their raids."

Hiccup: (V.O.) Life here is amazing, just not for the faint of heart. See, where most folks enjoy hobbies like whittling or needlepoint, we Berkians prefer a little something we like to call-

Violent proclamations of "Dragon Slaying!" and "Dragon Slaughter!" rising amongst the Berkians, drowning the Dragons threatening growls out. If Hiccup focussed hard enough, he was sure he could hear "Snotlout oi oi oi!" Towards the front.

Hiccup exasperatedly shook his head. Snotlout would never change.

[WHOOSH, WHOOSH, WHOOSH! A wash of vibrant colours blurs by. Dragons Barrel past at a dizzying speed. Their rider's swipe, kick, and roll into one another while they weave neck in neck between the houses, docks and revamped structures of Berk.]

The Vikings all leaned in excitedly, some still having crazed expressions of murder plastered across their faces.

Hiccup: (V.O.) DRAGON RACING!

Absolute silence.

Then all Hel broke loose. Angry shouts and screams of protest shook the theatre, faces red with anger staring at the now frozen screen for answers.

The twins stared at each other before bashing twin sets of helmets together, the bong-like sound adding to the noise. Snotlout himself merely stared at the screen as if it had poked him between the eyes while Astrid steamed silently, muttering about Flightmares and lost honour.

Fishlegs's eyes were darting around nervously, stuttering ever so slightly. Hiccup himself remained seated, close enough to the Vikings that they paid him no mind, but close enough to the dragons that he could see confusion swimming in their eyes.

Amongst all the chaos, a single sheet of parchment fluttered down to Stoick, enticing the Chief to pluck it from the air.

Eyes skimming over the runes etched into the parchment, Stoick frowned.

Answers shall be given soon, but you must continue to watch.

"ENOUGH"

All motion paused, the Vikings looking towards their chief questioningly.

Waving the flimsy sheet of runes loftily in the air, Stoicks voice echoed throughout the room.

"We have received word from our… friend, and have been informed that we shall receive answers as the story progresses."

Grumbles and potential protests were silenced with a firm look as Stoick sat back down, the villagers quickly following suit.

Fishlegs: WHOOOOOOO!

Glares were thrown towards the poor boy, Fishlegs cowering under the heat of the glares.

[Fishlegs, who is now 20 and even larger, rides Meatlug who carries the sheep in her claws, until Snotlout, also 20, but every bit as juvenile, and Hookfang side-check them and steal their sheep.]

Spitelout stared at his son with a horrified expression, a scowl firmly etched on his face. Snotlout himself was gaping at the screen, spluttering incoherently.

Snotlout: Oh, I'm sorry, Fishlegs! Did you want that?

Uneasy laughter emerged from the Vikings, Snotlout was still the same, even five years later.

[Fishlegs glares at Snotlout.]

Fishlegs gave a feeble glare in Snotlout's direction, but squeaked and looked away when the Jorgenson glared right back.

Fishlegs: No, Snotlout! That was mine!

Snotlout smirked.

[Snotlout falls back toward Ruffnut and Tuffnut, who lag on their Hideous Zippleback, Barf and Belch.]

Ruffnut and Tuffnut stared at the screen then to each other, looked at the dragon, the screamed and bashed their heads against each other again, much to the dis-pleasure of their parents.

Snotlout: Here ya go, babe.

Snotlout gagged, staring at the screen with a shocked expression. Ruffnut had a disgusted expression while Astrid merely smirked. It must be nice not not have Snotlout all over her.

[With a chivalrous grin, Snotlout tosses the sheep to Ruffnut. She snatches it with a sneer and a grumble.]

Snotlout: Did I tell you that you look amazing today? 'Cause you do.

Another gagging sound erupted from both Ruff and Snotlout, causing chuckles from the surrounding Vikings.

Ruffnut: (Disgusted) Ugh. Come on, Barf. It's starting to stink around here.

"Finally, get out of my space man." Snotlout scowled at that.

[Barf starts to peel off, spewing gas. Tuffnut mocks Snotlout with a mugging grin.]

Tuffnut grinned. "Hey it's me!"

Tuffnut: Nope. Still hates you. Let's blow this place, Belch! Alright!

[Belch ignites the gas, sparking a flashy explosion, and leaving Snotlout behind in the smoke. As they rush past the main bleachers, Ruffnut drops her sheep into one of five baskets suspended over a chasm at the lap crossing. Each backboard bears an image of its corresponding dragon. The Barf/Belch basket filled to the brim with sheep. Presiding over the game, Stoick turns to the frenzied crowd.]

The twins whooped at the blatant destruction, while others merely groaned.

Stoick: Ha-ha! That's nine for the Twins, Astrid lags with three, and Fishlegs and Snotlout trail with NONE!

Eyebrows jumping, Stoick leaned back into his seat, gobsmacked. 'I'm supporting this!?"

Astrid scowled, how was she losing to the twins?! Snotlout, sure. That was somewhat plausible, but the twins couldn't work together to save their lives.

[Stoick eyes an empty basket at the far end, its backboard painted with an image of Toothless.]

Toothless looked up from his coil in surprise. 'That's me!' Hiccup jumped, staring at the dragon, forest eyes wide in surprise. Toothless stared back, head tilting. 'Can you understand me?'

Silently Hiccup nodded.

Stoick: And Hiccup is... nowhere to be found. Hmmm.

Snotlout gave a less than attractive snort. "Of course Useless wouldn't be there, he wouldn't be strong enough to hold on!"

The twins and a few villagers gave snorts and belts of laughter at that.

Fishlegs didn't bother to point out that the image looked suspiciously like what other Vikings believed to be a Nightfury.

Gobber: Scared him off with the big talk, didn't ya, Stoick?

Gobber frowned. 'Big talk?' Stoick silently echoed the same thoughts himself. He turned to stare at his son, his green eyes transfixed on the screen.

[WHACK! Snotlout, still smoldering from the blast, gets clipped from behind. Astrid, rolls in, astride Stormfly, spirited and competitive as ever, and beautiful despite herself.]

Snotlout choked, staring at the screen in shock. He had assumed that Astrid hadn't aged well, but she obviously had. 'So why am I not chasing after her?'

Hiccup blushed faintly. Astrid had obviously retained her good looks.

Astrid: What are you doing, Snotlout?! They're going to win now!

Astrid nodded with a smirk. She may not like that she was on a dragon. But this was a competition and dragon or no dragon, she was still very competitive.

Snotlout: She's my princess! Whatever she wants, she gets!

Ruffnut gagged at that, an expression of disgust crossing her face.

Astrid: Ruffnut?! Didn't she try to bury you alive?!

Spitelout chuckled, that was the Thorsten girl alright.

Snotlout: Only for a few hours!

Tuffnut tittered disappointedly. "Only a few hours dear sister? You must work on your form." Ruffnut smirked.

Hiccup: (V.O.) Dragons used to be a bit of a problem here. But that was five years ago. Now, they've all moved in. And, really, why wouldn't they?

Stoick raised an eyebrow, eyes sparkling. 'Five years since what? The Nest was found? They made peace with the dragons?'

[The racers chase each other through a sprawling hangar and into a vast cave, teeming with colourfully painted dragon stables. They exit through the far side and circle back through the village, blasting past many of its dragon-friendly additions.]

Awed murmurs of appreciation rippled through the crowd.

Hiccup: (V.O.) We have custom stables... all-you-can-eat feeding stations... a full service dragon wash... Even top-of-the-line fire prevention, if I do say so myself.

Gobber gave a hum, eyes raking over the screen as the dragons trilled in the background. He'd seen some inventions very similar in design in Hiccup sketchbook. 'I wonder…'

[In the village, a baby Gronckle sneezes, accidentally setting one of the Viking houses aflame. Astrid peels away from the other dragon racers, and yanks open a spout on the overhead network of aqueducts, dousing the flames with a surge of water. Back to Stoick, amused as he watches the racers round the island, searching for sheep. He turns to Gobber and nods.]

Hiccup stared at the additions to his village in awe, eyes soaking up the inventions mechanics excitedly.

Stoick: It's time, Gobber.

The dragons leaned forward in anticipation. Time for what?

Gobber: Righty-ho! (Aloud, to the crowd) Last lap!

Everyone leaned forwards.

[A horn sounds. The racers all turn to each other, excited.]

The teens grinned.

Astrid: The Black Sheep! Come on, Stormfly! We can still win this thing!

Sven let out a squawk. "My Black Sheep!"

Ruffnut: Come on, Barf!

Ruffnut cheered.

Tuffnut: Let's go!

Tuffnut let out an excited cackle.

Fishlegs: Go, Meatlug!

Snotlout snorted. "Meatlug!?" Fishlegs blushed but rose an eyebrow.

[Gobber loads the Black Sheep onto a catapult.]

Sven let out another whimper, inciting chuckles.

Astrid: Whooo-hooo!

Astrid frowned. She looked much happier in the future than she does now.

Tuffnut: Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Tuffnut gave another grin.

Gobber: (To the Black Sheep) This is your big moment. Have a nice flight!

Laughter was raised at the look of sheer terror on the sheep's face.

[He pulls the trigger, launching the Black Sheep into the air. Astrid spots it and steers Stormfly into a steep climb toward it.]

The Vikings were on the edge of their seats, Hiccup staring in wonder at the peaceful future.

Astrid: Up, up, up!

Astrid grinned.

[In a flash, Fishlegs and Meatlug fly in and nab the sheep.]

Silence. The grin dropped off Astrid's face, quickly replaced by a scowl. Fishlegs trembled as her glare directly pierced him.

Astrid: NO!

Fishlegs: YES! Good job, Meatlug!

Fishlegs let out a weak chuckle.

[Fishlegs tosses his captured prize to Ruffnut.]

Ruffnut let out a groan. "Not you too Fish face."

Fishlegs: Here you go, darling! Mine's worth ten!

Ruffnut groaned in defeat, her brother patting her on the back in false sympathy.

Ruffnut: Yeah! The Black Sheep!

Astrid: (To Snotlout) You guys are fighting for Ruffnut?!

Ruffnut: I'm totally winning!

Fishlegs: We're winning together!

Groans echoed from the Vikings, a few wolf whistles echoing in the small space.

[She rams Barf into Meatlug, sending Fishlegs into an uncontrolled spin. He slams into Snotlout, sending their dragons tumbling head over tail. The crowd goes wild.]

Ruffnut jumped up with her fists in the air, a smirk on her face.

Snotlout: Oh, no!

Snotlout grimaced, annoyance palpable.

Ruffnut: Whoo-hoo! No one can stop me now!

Tuffnut puffed out his chest. "Except for me. We're attached genius!"

Tuffnut: Except for me. We're attached, genius! Quit trying-

Tuffnut and Ruffnut both stared at the screen as others chuckled at their shocked expressions.

[He grabs at the sheep. Ruffnut fights back, inciting a tug-of-war.]

That on the other hand incited groans from others, the twin's parents merely shaking their heads.

Ruffnut: Hey!

The twins were staring angrily at each other, heads pressing firmly together.

Tuffnut: -to steal all my glory!

Tuffnut nodded vigorously, head violently bashing against his sisters.

[Astrid and Stormfly fly toward them. Astrid stands on Stormfly's back, keeping her balance.]

Astrid smirked, while Snotlout gazed admiringly at her.

Hiccup leaned forward eagerly.

Stoick: Get 'em, Astrid!

Eyebrows jumped up at the blatant show of favouritism.

Tuffnut: It's MY glory!

More groans and exasperated chuckles.

Ruffnut: Always ruining EVERYTHING!

Hiccup shook his head, the twins were always arguing or up to mischief. No in-between

Tuffnut: NO SHEEP, NO GLORY!

"How about no throwing my sheep up to those bloody dragons!" The Vikings around Sven inched away from the usually silent man.

[Astrid leaps off of Stormfly, runs up Belch's spindly neck, and plucks the Black Sheep from the Twins' hands.]

Astrid smiled approvingly, seems like her skills have improved.

Astrid: Gotcha! Ha-ha!

Whoops of success and compliments were thrown around, Astrid smiling happily.

[She tumbles through the air onto Stormfly, sticking a perfect landing, the Black Sheep in hand.]

Tuffnut: Whoa!

Ruffnut: Astrid!

The cheers increased.

Stoick: Well played! Ha, ha, ha! (To the crowd) That's my future daughter-in-law!

The silence that followed Stoick's statement was clear enough to hear Hiccup in the back as he choked on his spit, blushing furiously.

A cough.

"I highly doubt that." Astrid had a shocked blush as Snotlout sniggered with the twins. "Why would Astrid be with Useless when she could be with me?" Snotlout pursed his lips, only to get an annoyed groan from Astrid.

Fishlegs: Whoo-hoo!

Fishlegs grinned. Gronckles were his favourite dragon.

[Back to Astrid on Stormfly, eyeing the fast-approaching finish line, unaware as Fishlegs suddenly rams Meatlug into Stormfly, sending Astrid off-course. She recovers and sees Snotlout flying headlong toward her, war hammer cocked, aiming at Astrid.]

Gasps escaped multiple Vikings. Their Fishlegs wouldn't have the guts to ram Astrid like that.

Snotlout: Uh, excuse me!

Snotlout paled as Astrid threw him a warning gaze.

Astrid: Stormfly!

Astrid couldn't help but marvel at how well she worked with a dragon.

[Snotlout hurls his hammer. Astrid ducks and rolls Stormfly out of the way. The hammer catches Fishlegs in the face with a CLANG. The crowd collectively winces.]

Sympathetic winces were thrown Fishlegs's way. That sounded like it hurt.

Crowd: Oh!

Hiccup grimaced.

[Astrid and Stormfly recover from their roll, loop over the water, and they blast past the finish line, dunking the Black Sheep into their basket! ASTRID WINS!]

Astrid jumped up, hands in the air. "Yes!"

Snotlout pouted.

Stoick: That's thirteen! Astrid takes the game!

[A shot shows two white sheep in the basket staring surprised at the Black Sheep's bottom]

Sven melted into his seat, relief for his cattle's safety pulsing through his chest.

[The crowd comes unhinged. Astrid flies over the crowd, basking in her victory.]

Astrid was doing the same in the theatre, smirking as the twins groaned at their loss.

Astrid: Yeah! Ooh-ooh!

Gobber smiled, it was good to see the teens revelling in victory.

Hiccup: (V.O.) Yep. Berk is pretty much perfect. All of my hard work has paid off. And it's a good thing, too, because with Vikings on the backs of dragons, the world just got a whole lot bigger.

Stoick couldn't help but frown. That voice was very familiar. He stared at his son with suspicion, a guess formulating in his mind.

'Could it possibly…?'