Scene cuts to the Haddock household. Hiccup runs past Stoick and quickly and quietly crawls up the stairs, but Stoick notices him ] (Why does this transcript say 'quietly' I'm watching it and he's being so loud.)

Stoick: Hiccup.

Hiccup: (stops halfway up the stairs) Dad! Uh... I have to talk to you, Dad.

Stoick: I need to speak with you too, son.

Hiccup and Stoick: (simultaneously) I've decided I don't want / I think it's time you learn / to fight dragons. What?

The Vikings all gave small smiles, if they weren't still caught up on what happened in the last scene they would laugh.

Stoick: You go first.

Hiccup: No, no, you go first.

"Bad idea." Astrid commented.

Stoick: Alright. You get your wish. Dragon Training. You start in the morning.

Hiccup: [Panicking] Oh, man, I should've gone first! Uh, 'cause I was thinking, you know, we have a surplus of dragon-fighting Vikings, but do we have enough... bread-making Vikings, or small home repair Vikings-?

"Ya should've said smiths," Gobber commented. "After all, you've been working with me for years." Hiccup poked his head out from Toothless' embrace.

"I don't do too well under pressure." The dragon cooed and nudged him, and Hiccup relaxed back into him.

Stoick: You'll need this. [passes Hiccup an axe]

Hiccup: I don't want to fight dragons.

Stoick: Come on. Yes, you do.

Hiccup: Rephrase: Dad, I can't kill dragons.

"No I can't." Hiccup said as he emerged from Toothless' embrace to settle next to him, leaning on his side. His eyes were a suspicious red.

Stoick: But you will kill dragons.

Hiccup: No, I'm really very extra sure that I won't.

Stoick: It's time, Hiccup.

Hiccup: Can you not hear me?!

Stoick: This is serious, son! When you carry this axe, you carry all of us with you. Which means you walk like us. You talk like us. You think like us. No more of... this.

Hiccup: You just gestured to all of me.

Stoick: Deal?

Hiccup: This conversation is feeling very one-sided.

Stoick: DEAL?!

Hiccup: Deal.

Stoick: Good. Train hard. I'll be back. Probably.

Hiccup: And I'll be here. Maybe.

"Is that how all of your conversations go?" Queen Mala looked at the boy who was running his hands over Toothless' scales. He looked up and nodded.

[Scene cuts to a pan around the Dragon Training Arena]

Gobber: Welcome to Dragon Training!

Astrid: No turning back.

Tuffnut: I hope I get some serious burns!

Ruffnut: I'm hoping for some mauling, like on my shoulder or lower back.

Astrid: Yeah, it's only fun if you get a scar out of it.

Hiccup: [Sarcastically] Yeah, no kidding, right? Pain. Love it.

Queen Mala gave a small smile. This child is certainly sarcastic.

Tuffnut: Oh, great. Who let him in?

Gobber: Let's get started! The recruit who does best will win the honor of killing his first dragon in front of the entire village.

"I don't see how that could be an honor." Queen Mala glared at the Vikings. "And I want to know how he got the Night Fury to trust him like that." She glared at the boy who flinched back into his dragon.

Snotlout: Hiccup already killed a Night Fury, so, does that disqualify him or...?

Tuffnut: Can I transfer to the class with the cool Vikings?

Gobber: [to Hiccup] Don't worry. You're small and you're weak. That'll make you less of a target! They'll see you as sick or insane and go after the more Viking-like teens instead.

"Thanks for that Gobber." Hiccup rolled his eyes. "I feel so much better now."

Shade's voice echoed around them. "Actually, if you could balance a bit more, that size would come in really handy for dodging. It also makes you more Aerodynamic." Toothless cooed and nudged his rider, who smiled and scratched him.

Gobber (cont.): Behind these doors are just a few of the many species you will learn to fight! The Deadly Nadder!

Fishlegs: Speed: eight; Armor: sixteen.

Gobber: The Hideous Zippleback!

Fishlegs: Plus eleven stealth times two.

Gobber: The Monstrous Nightmare!

Fishlegs: Firepower: fifteen.

Gobber: The Terrible Terror!

Fishlegs: Attack: eight; Venom: twelve!

Gobber: CAN YOU STOP THAT?! And... the Gronckle!

Fishlegs: [whispering] Jaw strength: eight.

Snotlout: Whoa, whoa, wait! Aren't you gonna teach us first?!

Gobber: I believe in learning on the job.[releases Gronckle, which promptly swallows rocks and starts blasting the teens]

"Good in Blacksmithing," Hiccup commented, "Not so much in Dragon Training." He smiled when a Terrible Terror curled under his arm, purring.

Gobber (cont.): Today is about survival. If you get blasted... you're dead! Quick! What's the first thing you're going to need?

Hiccup: A doctor?!

"No, that's after." Hiccup commented.

Fishlegs: Plus five speed?!

Astrid: A shield!

Gobber: Shields! Go! Your most important piece of equipment is your shield! If you must make a choice between a sword or a shield, take the shield!

[All the recruits head for the shields]

Tuffnut: Get your hands off my shield!

Ruffnut: There's like a million shields!

Tuffnut: Take that one, it has a flower on it. Girls like flowers.

All the Female Guardians turned and glared at Tuffnut, who was oblivious.

[Ruffnut takes the shield and slams it onto Tuffnut's head.]

Ruffnut: Oops, now this one has blood on it.

[The Gronckle flies towards the Twins and blasts their shield with a fireball, leaving them dazed on the ground.]

Gobber: Tuffnut, Ruffnut, you're out!

Ruffnut and Tuffnut: [Dazed] What?

Gobber: Those shields are good for another thing: noise! Make lots of it to throw off a dragon's aim!

[The remaining teens begin hitting their weapons against their shields, making the Gronckle shake its head, confused.]

"So that's what it looks like." Stoick looked at the screen in wonder.

Gobber (cont.): All dragons have a limited number of shots. How many does a Gronckle have?

Snotlout: Five?

Fishlegs: No, six!

Gobber: Correct, six! That's one for each of you!

[Fishlegs' shield gets blasted out of his hand. He runs away screaming.]

All the parents in the room turned and glared at Gobber who laughed nervously.

Gobber (cont.): Fishlegs, out. [to Hiccup hiding behind a plank] Hiccup, get in there!

Snotlout: [to Astrid] So, anyway I'm moving into my parents' basement. You should come by sometime to work out. You look like you work out!

[The Gronckle fires at Snotlout]

Gobber: Snotlout! You're done!

Hiccup: So, I guess it's just you and me, huh?

Astrid: Nope, just you. (runs away, leaving Hiccup)

[The Gronckle fires at them, but misses. Hiccup loses his shield and runs after it, the dragon hot on his heels]'

Gobber: One shot left! Hiccup!

[The Gronckle corners Hiccup, taking its aim. Gobber quickly tugs it away, causing it to misfire its last shot, and locks it up back in its cage]

Gobber (cont.): And that's six! Go back to bed, ya overgrown sausage! You'll get another chance, don't you worry. [to Hiccup] Remember: a dragon will always - always - go for the kill.

"Well, apparently not always?" Gobber offered, and Shade nodded.

"Did anyone notice that the Gronckle didn't try and attack any of the teens that were out? As soon as Gobber said they were out she turned to a new target. Hiccup, however, you never said was out." Gobber looked over to the Gronckle, who seemed to be nodding, in shock.