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"Normal speaking"
'Dragon Speaking'
Everything in the movie

The Vikings and dragons settled in to continue watching the movie as the movie flickered back to life with a quiet click. Hiccup glanced across at Toothless who gave him a gummy smile and he grinned quickly in return, flashing a quick wave at a small terrible terror that saw the exchange and was attempting a smile of his own. He succeeded and beamed at Hiccup, prancing around the other Terrible Terrors excitedly before one of the Nadders pushed him back into his seat with her head, snorting at Hiccup and doing what looked suspiciously like an eye roll.

On screen it showed Hiccup running across the square, past all the Vikings shouting and battling dragons on all kinds of surfaces, showing him dodging several large wooden poles that held up a roof and past Gobber into the forge, tugging off his vest as he did. "Ah! Nice of you to join the party… I thought you'd been carried off." Gobber said, pounding a red hot bent sword back into shape with his hammer prosthetic. Hiccup turned as he was putting on his leather apron and smiled. "Who me? Nah, come on! I'm way too muscular for their taste." He said, starting to put away Gobber's scattered tools.

"Stupid smithy, can't even keep his stupid forge clean. Makes me do all the freaking work," Hiccup muttered to himself quietly but everyone heard it and stifled chuckles behind their hands as they glanced at the blacksmith, "Who you callin' stupid you ingrate, you're the one that fell and busted open your head because you couldn't remember your way around the forge," Gobber retaliated smirking, Hiccup shook his head in disbelief, "I fell because you left your tongs on the floor in the centre of the workplace because you couldn't be bothered to put it back on the shelf that was closer than the floor anyway," he sat back satisfied and left Gobber searching for a retort but stopped and slumped back in his seat grumbling under his breath.

"They wouldn't know what to do with all this." Hiccup struck a pose and Gobber grinned, unscrewing his prosthetic hammer, "Well they need toothpicks don't they," Hiccup rushed towards the windows and swung them open, receiving an armful of chipped and broken weapons straight away that were traded for new ones. "The meathead with attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber."

"Hey who you callin a meathead?!" Gobber called angrily, "You obviously Gobber but don't worry you're an awesome blacksmith and a pretty cool fighter," Hiccup soother and Gobber settled down happily, thinking about what his life would be like without Hiccup in it, then stopped at the emptiness that consumed him when he thought of a life without the boy he thought of as his nephew, he was the boys godfather after all.

"I've been his apprentice since I was little," he set the weapons on the coals and moved to the billows, having to jump on them to get them started, "Well… littler."

The Vikings laughed at the true fact, knowing that he was quite a small build compared to the average Viking.

The view switched to Stoick who was relaying tactics to another of the warriors, "We move to the lower defences. We'll counter-attack with the catapults." He followed the group of men, some carrying sheep under their arms as they attempted to get them to a safer place. Above them a house was set aflame as a dragon took off from its temporary perch, "See old village, lots and lots of new houses," Hiccup's voice came over the image again as it switched to a Viking examining the currently burning house. "Fire!" he yelled, turning to glance over his shoulder. "Right let's go!" Astrid's voice was faint but decisive in the background as Hiccup's voice came back over the images as it switched from a view of him watching to the teens gathering water. "Oh and that's Fishlegs, Snotlout, the twins: Ruffnut and Tuffnut and… Astrid," the screen showed a clip of the teens walking slowly forward as a fall of flames erupted behind them, Hiccup had gasped out Astrid's name and stared at her in awe on screen, his eyes wide and his mouth open.

"WHOA! We look awesome!" Tuffnut cried, watching as he emerged ahead of the flames, "I look so much cooler than you," Ruffnut commented and Tuffnut made a noise of protest, diving at his sister and knocking her to the floor as they wrestled, the Vikings sighed and turned back to the movie, used to the twins fighting over every little thing. The twins took their seats again quickly so that they didn't miss anymore of the movie. Astrid blushed and snuck a glance at the small copper haired boy who had shrunk back in his seat, she was one of the few Vikings who had noticed the way he had responded to her as she came onscreen and secretly wondered if he felt the same way she did for him.

"Their job is so much cooler." Hiccup looks back and forth quickly before attempting to climb out of the window and join them only to be stopped as Gobber grabbed the back of his shirt and hoisted him away from the window. "Aw come on. Let me out, please. I need to make my mark," he whined as Gobber swung him around away from the window and placed him on the ground, "Oh, you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places," Gobber pronounced the last sentence slowly, poking Hiccup in the chest with his prosthetic on each word. "Please. Two minutes, I'll kill a dragon; my life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date," Hiccup ended his sentence on an angry note and glared at Gobber. "You can't lift a hammer. You can't swing an axe… you can't even throw one of these," Gobber lifted up a set of bolas only for them to be torn from his hand and thrown towards a gronkle that flew slower than the rest, bringing him crashing down.

"Okay, fine. But this will throw it for me." Hiccup patted his latest invention, a complicated looking device that once patted launched a set of bolas directly into a passing Vikings face who proceeded to drop to the ground, Gobber looked on before rounding on Hiccup, "See this right here is what I am talking about." He advanced on Hiccup, "Uh, mild calibration issue," Hiccup attempted to explain before Gobber cut him off. Hiccup. If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all..." Gobber gestured to Hiccup with both his arm and prosthetic, searching for a word to describe what he was thinking. "This," he deadpanned, allowing his arms to drop. "But you just pointed to all of me," Hiccup said despairingly, reaching out his arms in a what the hell kind of gesture. "Yes. That's it. Stop being all of you," Gobber said as if Hiccup could actually do that.

"You give such good advice Gobber, are you sure you shouldn't stop being a blacksmith and become a consultant instead?" Hiccup asked innocently, turning to face the smithy who narrowed his eyes. "I know I give good advice laddie, you just don't understand it," Gobber bit back, pouting and crossing his arms as most of the Vikings either snorted or rolled their eyes, having been on the end of Gobber's advice at one time or another in their lives.

"Ohhh." Hiccup nodded, looking at Gobber through narrowed eyes, "Ohhh, yes," Gobber copied Hiccup's phrase and nodded along with the boy. "You, sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much, raw...Vikingness contained." Hiccup made hand gestures to go along with making his point, looking like he was trying to stuff something into a box. "There will be consequence," he shouted, throwing his hand up and standing on his tiptoes to get in Gobber's face. "I'll take my chances," Gobber said dryly, pivoting on his heel to grab a sword before throwing it into Hiccup's arms. "Sword. Sharpen. Now," he said, and Hiccup grunted, hefting the sword to the sharpening stone and pushing it down, making sparks fly.

"Wait, you can actually lift a full grown Viking's sword?" Astrid asked in amazement, even Fishlegs with his superior strength in their age group couldn't do that without nearly falling down. "Of course I can. I had worked in the forge for years at this point. I made most of your weapons, and the villagers when I was like… eight." Hiccup said nonchalantly, missing the way the villagers stared at him with amazement, some pulling out their weapons to examine the remarkable craftsmanship, wondering how they had never noticed the differences in technique from their old ones. "Lad improved on my designs to." Gobber stated proudly and the villagers once more looked gobsmacked, unable to believe that the boy they had been calling useless his whole life could make weapons better than a man with 20 years of experience on him.

"One day I'll get out there. Because killing a dragon is everything around here," the scene switched from Hiccup sharpening a stone to a view of Deadly Nadders as they pounced around a group of houses, looking like large birds of prey. "A Nadder head is sure to get me at least noticed," the scene once again changed to show Gronkles flying around peeling the feeding racks full of fish out of the ground and flying off. "Gronkles are tough, taking down one of them will at least get me a girlfriend," his voiceover continue as the screen showed a Zippelback curled around a house, one breathing fire down the chimney before the second lit it with its spark, blowing up the house. "A Zippelback? Exotic, exciting. Two heads, twice the status."

The screen swivelled around to show Stoick climbing one of the huge catapults, throwing his hammer over the side so he could haul himself up, "They've found da sheep!" a burly viking called, "Concentrate fire over the lower bank!" Stoick ordered and the Vikings rushed to obey their orders. "Fire!" a voice cried and a huge rock was hurled towards one of the nearest dragons, taking it down with ease. "And then there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those." A wall of fire surrounded the pillar the catapult was balanced on, "They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire," A dragons head emerged from the flames and Stoick turned quickly to yell over his shoulder, "Reload," before turning back to face the Monstrous Nightmare, "I'll take care of this." He levelled his hammer and brought it down across the Nightmare's face, snapping his head to the side twice. The Nightmare attempted to lunge at Stoick but he dodged nimbly aside and the Nightmare flew away.

"Ha I'm going to start calling you twinkle toes!" Hiccup cried excitedly, rubbing his hands together at his stroke of genius, "You will do no such thing son; I would like to keep my dignity thank you very much," Stoick snapped and Hiccup shrugged. "Whatever you say Chief…twinkle toes," the last word was whispered quietly but was still heard by quite a few Vikings and dragons near him who had to stifle their laughter behind the palm of their hand.

A loud screech filled the screen and changed from Stoick's scared expression to an image of Hiccup still sharpening the sword, he looks up as the screech continues. "But the ultimate prize is the dragon no one has ever seen. We call it the…" his voice trails off as the camera shows a bunch of Vikings scanning the sky before ducking down beneath their shields, "Night Fury! Get down!" the moaning sound builds before a brilliant blue and gold ball of flames hits the nearest catapult, which as incidentally the one Stoick was standing on, exploding it into an array of colours and illuminating a dark shape as it flies past.

Toothless smirked and admired his work, tilting his head to the side as he viewed the destruction he had wrecked on the puny wooden instrument that had brought down many of his kin. He viewed the scene with pleasure before starting, realising this as the night that he was shot down and he didn't know what to think. He was sad because it meant that he had lost the gift of flight for a while and the fact that this caused his human much pain but pleased because it meant that he had met Hiccup and got to forge a bond that was more familiar than friend. He viewed the teen as his hatchling and would defend him to the death.

The screen showed Stoick leaping from the catapult, screaming for his men to jump as the blast helped to propel him through the air, the camera changing to show Hiccup still in the workshop. "This thing never steals food, never shows itself, and..." A whistled sounded across the scene just before a bolt was fired, striking another catapult and crumbling it to pieces, "Never misses," the scene changed again to show Hiccup moving back into the forge, "No one has ever killed a night fury. That's why I'm going to be the first." Hiccup walks through the forge and into the front room to see Gobber fastening his axe prosthetic to his wrist. "Man the fort Hiccup, they need me out there," Gobber said, limping towards the door before stopping in the entrance and turning back to face the teen. "Stay. Put. There. You know what I mean," Gobber hesitated before lifting his axe over his head with a battle cry and running of into the thick of the battle.

"Really Gobber! You left Hiccup alone and just expected him to remain there!" Stoick bellowed, griping his helmet in his hands as he worried about the mental state of his best friend. Hiccup snickered, "Yeah for once I have to agree with the chief, you leave me alone and I'm gone within seconds," he said, smirking and pointedly turned back to the screen, watching out of the corner of his eye as all the Vikings and dragons copied his movements.

The scene changed suddenly to a crowd of Vikings parting to allow Hiccup to run through, his bola launcher being wheeled in front of him acting like a battering ram. "Hiccup! Where are you going!" one of the Vikings called, "Come back here!" another yelled, "I know. Be right back!" he called over his shoulder, steering the invention through the other Vikings that were spread through the street. The screen showed a bunch of Nadders gathered around a flock of sheep that they had cornered, about to grab them when Stoick is shown, taking a running start to build power before tossing a net into the air and around the Nadders, caging them down. The Nadders are surprised and the split second hesitation gives the surrounding Vikings a chance to leap on the nets and hold them down, one of the Nadders manages to blow a blast of fire through its net before Stoick jumps onto its head and forces its mouth closed and its head to the ground.

The Nadder in question winced at the image on screen and glanced worriedly at the large viking who had hurt its head, shrinking back and into the protective wings of its friend who crooned comfortingly. Hiccup looked around to make sure no one was watching before mouthing the word 'sorry'. The Nadder trilled its acceptance, already liking the small boy who was kind to it.

"Mind yourselves. The devils still have some juice left in them!" Stoick called, keeping the Nadders head firmly shut so it couldn't take a chunk out of him while he was so close. The view changed to that of Hiccup running through a less populated area of the village, right on the edges of the cliffs where the dragons didn't frequent as much. He hurriedly unbound his invention, setting it up skilfully so that he could fire at a moment's notice. The Nadders shrieks could be heard in the distance as Hiccup scanned the night sky. "Come on. Give me something to shoot at, give me something to shoot at." He mutters, tilting the launcher from side to side as a soft croon filters through the darkness just before another blast is fired into another catapult, illuminating the fleeing shape of the night fury for a few precious seconds. Those seconds were all Hiccup needed to aim and fire at the shape, the backfire from the launcher pushing him off the cart and propelling him into the dirt as the bola flew through the air.

All of the people in the room both dragon and human alike tensed as the screen showed the bolas spinning through the air, the only two relaxed were Toothless and Hiccup both of whom shared a conspiring glance.

Hiccup scrambled to his feet and scanned the sky as a sharp thwack and a loud screech were heard, the screen showing a dark shape hurtling out of the sky towards the other side of the island, Hiccup watching with barely contained pride. "Oh I hit it! Yes I hit it!" Hiccup cheered, throwing his hands in the air and grinning madly.

The movie came to an abrupt halt as everyone in the room, dragon and human alike turned to gaze at Hiccup in shook, the young teen having sunk down in his chair, shaking his head in remorse. Only the dragons seemed to see the pain and guilt that glittered in his eyes, watching the frozen screen sadly as his past self was frozen in victory, hands raised above his head. "You actually shot down a night fury?" Astrid was the first to choke out a semi coherent response, "I told you all that but you didn't listen. So yes I actually shot down a night fury," Hiccups voice was weary and the villagers exchanged glances as they wondered what else they had missed out on because they refused to listen to the teen they often thought of as useless. "Well when we get back we'll have to send a search party out to Raven point then won't we," Stoick said firmly only to hear Hiccup swallow loudly, "Yeah about that, it might not be there anymore," he said nervously and once more he was the centre of attention. "What do you mean?" Spitelout asked from beside his brothers side. "Just watch the movie, you'll see soon," Hiccup was resigned to the fact that after they saw what had happened he would no longer be welcome on Berk.

"Did anybody see that?" Hiccup asked turning around to find no one behind him, a Monstrous Nightmare, climbing over the cliff behind him, a deep thundering growl echoing from his chest as Hiccup turned slowly around, "Except for you," he dropped his arms and stared down at the dragon. The nightmare drew back as if to strike and the movie stopped.

"Okay guys this is our second checkpoint just thought I'd let you know we will be having these regularly throughout the movie so that you guys can asked any major questions or you know just to talk about what you've learnt. Before you see this next bit of the movie I would like to remind you that fighting is not tolerated and anyone doing it I will have punished. That being said Hiccup can you please move you basket away from the chair because it is currently a safety hazard," Tychi voice echoed from his place at the front of the room and everyone turned to see Hiccup moving a fairly large basket to the corner of the cave, sighing when he saw everyone staring. "What's that for?" Ruffnut asked, peering intently at the ordinary looking basket, "My stuff," he answered shortly, "Why do you have your stuff in a basket?" Fishlegs was next to question, "Because I needed it with me," he was becoming inpatient now. "Why did you need your stuff with you?" Astrid enquired nicely, nothing like her usual sneer but it still riled Hiccup up, "BECAUSE I WAS LEAVING!" he screamed, sitting back in his chair violently and gesturing for Tychi to play the movie. He ignored the shocked looks from the villagers and placed his head on his closed fist, slinging his legs over the other armrest as he settled back to watch.