[Scene changes to Berk. The rest of the teens are flying around.]
Fishlegs: Come on, Meatlug! Woohoo!
[Snotlout flies near Gothi's hut, scaring her Terrible Terrors. Once they land he flies past again.]
[Gothi grunts and shakes her fist at them]
Snotlout: Ha-ha.
"Ok, not that it means anything, but if you did have to pick between us I would strongly suggest you didn't select the Viking who scares dragons for fun..." Fishlegs broke the stunned silence left by Eret's proclamation, earning a groan.
"Oh don't tell me..." Tuffnut started, glaring at the chunky boy. "Wait, what wasn't he supposed to tell me again? Oh right! Stay away from my dragon, fiend!"
Hiccup sighed at his ignorance."Uh, Tuff? He's talking about Ruffnut..."
"Uhhhh...okay, well she doesn't really fly well, but I guess she's all yours. Faces met palms all around, before the exasperated teens refocused their attention on the screen waiting to see what would happen.
Stoick: (To villager) Hey, how are you?
Stoick: (To another villager) Beautiful day.
Stoick: [To Spitelout] Hello, Spitelout, great game today.
"My, my! Someone seems bitter! I guess you're not the only Jorgensen that can't stand when I crush you in competitions..." Astrid joked, Snotlout's face reddening at a maddening rate.
[Stoick nearly bumps into another villager]
Stoick: Oh, sorry, Mrs. Rak.
Stoick: (To Gobber) Any sign of him?
"Oh great, I'll never get this relatively earth-shattering news across if I'm going to get beaten for running off" Spat Hiccup dryly, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Gobber: Ah, he's probably flown off the edge of the world by now. You sure you want that kid running the village? You can still delay your retirement.
Stoick: Oh, he's ready. You'll see.
"Your dad keeps saying he knows you're ready for stuff when you keep saying you're not...anyone else find that weird?" Finishing his observation earned Tuffnut a wide-eyed look from Hiccup.
"I didn't think I'd ever say it, but Tuffnut is a genius and- oh gods, here we land now..."
Stoick: Ha-ha-ha! There he is! (To Gobber, proving his point) Huh? The pride of Berk!
Gobber: Who finally decided to show up for work. Yay.
Hiccup: Sorry. Got held up.
Snotlout snorted towards the "pride of Berk."
"Details might be a bit helpful in this situation if you want his attention, Hiccup."
Hiccup: Hey, Dad, could I have a word?
Stoick: Something you're itching to tell me?
Hiccup: Ah, not quite the itch you're thinking of, but yes.
Stoick: Ah! Good man! Now, lesson one. A chief's first duty is to his people. So... (Calling out to villagers waiting for their saddles to be made) Forty-one?
Hiccup: Wha- Could we just talk in private for-
Stoick: Forty-
Starkard: That's me! That's me! I'm next! I was ahead of you!
Hiccup: If we could just talk-
Villager: Excuse me, I've been here all day! Okay, okay. I want one of those high seaters, with lots of spikes and big stowage compartment.
"Is he ordering a saddle?" Fishlegs' face sparked with enthusiasm.
"Ooh! I want one with spikes, too! And maybe a little ring on the side so I could carry a drink with me! Yeah, I'll call it a 'cup holder-er!'."
Ruffnut beamed at her twins idea, before Snotlout rained on their parade.
"It'd never catch on, muttonheads!"
"Man, you're right..."
"Hmph, no wonder I hate your guts in the future.."
Stoick: Absolutely! You got it, sir!
Hiccup: Ah, Dad, this is actually a little more important than building saddles.
Stoick: Ah-ah! Lesson two. No task is too small when it comes to serving your people.
"Oh for the love of- will this guy ever listen to me?!" Hiccup's outburst was met with a pat on the knee from outburst.
"At least he trusts you enough to be chief...?"
"Another thing that, were he listening, he would know I'd hate to do."
"Oh...well, I hope Mr. Grumbles knows that he's finally trusted enough to be made interim chief, so..." Hiccup paled at the revelation, praying to Thor that his dad would never leave the island in his clumsy care. Whatever happened, though, he'd need to teach Astrid (and maybe Gobber, if the chance arose) how to give a pep talk.
Hiccup: Dad.
Stoick: Oh, excuse us, Grump.
Hiccup: Look can we just talk?
Gobber: Ah! Grump! You let the forge die down again!
"Gobber has a dragon?! What kind even is that?" Snotlout calls, all heads darting between both Hiccup and Fishlegs, as well as the strange species on the screen. When no answers are provided, they return to the movie.
[Grump lights the blacksmith on fire. Hiccup screams and Gobber groans before pouring water onto the fire.]
Snotlout snorts at Hiccup's reaction, the twins completely losing it at the sight. Astrid and Fishlegs, being a bit more sensitive towards Hiccup, try holding back their chuckles (very unsuccessfully).
"At least my reflexes are better! Were that to happen today is probably jump into the flames!" Hiccup made light of the situation, laughing at his dorky future self.
"Still our awkward little Hiccup, huh?" Astrid barely managed to talk through all the hysterics.
"And from the looks of it, you're loving it!" Hiccup shot back, seizing his opportunity. Receiving a playful, yet still painful (this was Astrid, of course) swing to the arm, he began to calm himself down to watch how his dad would take things.
Gobber: That's it, Grump. You're going up for adoption!
Stoick: One of these. And this...
Hiccup: Ah, Dad-
Stoick: There you go! Go on. Have away.
Hiccup: Yeah, but seriously, I really need to tell you about this new land we came across.
Gobber: Another one?!
Fishlegs: Any new dragons?
"Good to see you still have a love for dragons, Fish." Hiccup mumbled mostly to himself, as if evaluating a student's work
Hiccup: We didn't stick around to find out. These folks weren't particularly friendly.
Gobber: Oh, really? Your Night Fury and Deadly Nadder didn't bring them cheering to the rooftops?
Hiccup: No, this was different. Not the standard run-for-the hills ho-ha I've come to enjoy. These guys were trappers. Dragon trappers.
All eyes fixated on the son of the chief at the description.
"If you don't think that could be fun, you're probably lying to yourself." Was his joking response, earning cheers from the twins and Snotlout.
"Ugh, you're spending way too much time with us, you know that? Any more ideas like this and I'll have to start calling you Hiccnut" Astrid teased, Fishlegs' face turning somewhat green as the implications of Gobber's words finally sunk in.
Astrid: You should've seen their fort. All blown apart and stuck in giant spikes of ice. It was weird!
Hiccup: I've never seen anything like it. A-And worst of all, they thought we did it!
Gobber: Y'know, you two are gonna get yourselves in SERIOUS trouble one of these days. Not everyone appreciates this way of life.
Stoick: Gobber's right, son. Best we keep to our own. Besides, you'll have more important uses for your time. Once we make the big announcement!
"Gods help me now..."
"Hey, as your cousin I guess I could always-"
"No, no, even we know that's a terrible idea." Tuffnut cut off Snotlout, Ruffnut nodding rapidly, eyes wide.
Hiccup: They are building a dragon army. Or-Or at least the guy they're working for is. Ah, "Dargo Bloody-Fist" or something.
Tuffnut: I'll bloody his fist with my face if he tries to take my dragon!
Ruffnut: Or mine!
Tuffnut: Urgh, you're such a moron.
Fishlegs: A beautiful moron.
Snotlout: Yeah...
[Ruffnut groans in disgust]
All six of the teens groan along with the Ruffnut onscreen.
Stoick: Bludvist? Drago Bludvist?
Hiccup: Uh yeah. Wait. You know him?
"Oh, no no no...if my dad knows him this probably won't be good."
[Inside the Dragon Hangar]
Stoick: GROUND ALL DRAGONS!
Hiccup: What? Why?!
Stoick: SEAL THE GATES! LOWER THE STORM DOORS!
Hiccup: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait! What is happening?
Gobber: Come on! You heard the man! Lock it down!
Stoick: No DRAGON or VIKING sets foot off this island until I give the word!
Hiccup: Wait, because some guy you knew is stirring up trouble in some faraway land?
Stoick: Because Drago Bludvist is a madman. Without conscious or mercy. And if he's built a dragon army... gods help us all.
Stoick: Get them into their pens! Quickly!
Hiccup: Then let's ride back out there. We'll follow those trappers to Drago and talk some sense into him.
Fish swiveled his head between father and son, as if watching a match of tennis. Hiccup inadvertently cringed at the portrayal onscreen and slid his legs (well, leg and prosthetic) up onto his seat and hid his eyes with his hands. Astrid then reached over and pried open his fingers for him to see what was going on.
Stoick: No. We fortify the island.
Hiccup: It's our duty to keep the peace!
Stoick: Peace is over, Hiccup. I must prepare you for war.
"War?!" They all yell at once Hiccup immediately shooting back into his original position.
Hiccup: War? Dad, if Drago's coming for our dragons, we can't wait around for him to get here. Let's go find him and change his mind.
Stoick: Some minds won't be changed, Hiccup. Berk is what you need to worry about. A chief protects his own.
"He loves playing that card, doesn't he- bad time?" Ruffnut asks, once again unfazed by the action in the movie.
Stoick: SECURE THE STABLE! LATCH EVERY STALL!
"Hiccup don't you dare!" Astrid smacks him in his seat.
"What?!"
"I've seen that look before, just- just be careful, at least...now you'll have an angry dad and a dragon kidnapper to worry about."
Astrid: Hiccup, don't!
Hiccup: I have to.
[Hiccup kisses Astrid]
Hiccup instantly shoots out of his seat, momentarily forgetting the chaos. "Woah, woah, woah! I'm allowed to do that?!" His frustration earns more snickers from all but Astrid, who turns to him.
"Actually, I'd kind of enjoy it, truth be told..."
Hiccup reclaimed his seat in a daze, and returned his gaze to the action. To his side he heard a sigh of disappointment, and as soon as he was sure that Astrid and all the others were looking away he quickly turned. Placing a quick peck on the cheek, he returned to the screen, blushing and grinning like a madman. He could've sworn he heard, in that moment, a giggling Astrid Hofferson; upon further inspection, she was as smiley and red as he felt.
Stoick: THIS WAY! QUICKLY!
[Hiccup and Toothless blast past, heading for the exit.]
Stoick: HICCUP!
[They try to fly through one door, but it seals shut.]
Hiccup: Come on!
[Toothless spins around and dives through the gap in the second lowering storm door.]
"Gods, you sure are an idiot," Snotlout voiced towards the direction of his cousin. "You're determined, I'll give you that, but you are still a major idiot."
"Fair enough."
Stoick: Hiccup!
[Astrid and Stormfly blow past Stoick and slip through the storm door before it shuts, leaving Stoick fuming.]
"Oh, thanks Astrid." Hiccup beams at the blonde at his side, thoroughly glad for the accompaniment.
"Eh, this way I know you won't get yourself killed." She mockingly replies.
Laughing despite himself, Hiccup starts wondering what his plan might be in the future; it better be good...