Just before the movie started Hiccup and those sitting with him could see Heather coming toward them. "Hi, I'm Heather. Could I sit here with you?"
Hiccup expected someone else to answer but to his surprise, they all looked at him. "Uh, Y-yeah sure, but wouldn't you rather sit with them?" He said while pointing at the other teens over on the viking side.
Kamil made another seat appear next to Hiccup which Heather took. "No, not really. Snotlout and the twins are a bit annoying and whenever I tried to talk to Fishlegs he just made this high-pitched noise and looked away. And that Viggo guy gives me the creeps." She shuddered at that last part before looking at him curiously. "Why are you so surprised?" That was something Atali, Throk and Mala also wanted to know.
He didn't really want to tell them how everyone always chooses the other teens over him and basically abandons him. "Uh, y-you'll see why." Atali, Mala and Throk might stay since they also don't kill dragons but Heather he wasn't sure about.
EXT. NORTH SEA/VILLAGE – NIGHT We skim above a dark, wild ocean. The camera turns toward a lone island, Berk. It is a gigantic shard of rock jutting straight out of the water.
HICCUP (V.O.) "This, is Berk."
"Oh, come on. Why does useless get to talk?" Snotlout whined. He was surprised when Heather left to go sit with his cousin but he knew that once she saw how useless he was she would come back to him. (I know there's nothing in the movies or shows about them being cousins but in the books they are.)
Most of the vikings agreed with Snotlout, they expected someone more viking-like to be the narrator. Hiccup just sighed and didn't say anything. He was used to it, Snotlout's words couldn't hurt him anymore.
Heather, Mala, Throk and Atali frowned. After seeing most of the vikings agree with Snotlout's statement they could guess why Hiccup would rather sit alone.
Toothless growled. So that was one of the vikings who made Hiccup's life miserable. The other dragons backed away from him slightly. The ones from the arena recognized his scent, one of the hatchlings from the arena smelled similar to the Night Fury.
"It's twelve days North of hopeless, and a few degrees South of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery."
Most of the vikings agreed with Hiccup, living on Berk was harsh. The few that didn't most notably Stoick thought. "It's not that bad, right?"
Mala raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like a great place to live." She said sarcastically.
"Yeah, It'll only cost you an arm and a leg." Hiccup said though it wasn't a joke since a lot of vikings did lose their limbs, Gobber being a prime example.
The camera drifts over rolling hills to reveal a small village nestled on an outcropping of sea mounts.
HICCUP (V.O.) (CONT'D) "My village. In a word, sturdy. And it's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new."
"Doesn't take a genius to figure out why that is." Spitelout said, glaring at the dragons who glared right back at him.
The camera drifts closer, circling.
HICCUP (V.O.) (CONT'D) "We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests."
Hiccup winced at his past self calling his best friend a pest. Those around him noticed the wince and wondered what it was about.
The dragons were annoyed at the insult, if only those vikings knew why they raided them. Toothless was the only one who wasn't mad, he knew that Hiccup changed and didn't think like that anymore.
"You see, most places have mice or mosquitos. We have..."
Sheep graze peacefully on a hillside. Suddenly one is snatched.
"What? What do we have?" The twins asked dumbly resulting in sighs, and facepalms.
CUT TO: INT. STOICK'S HOUSE – CONTINUOUS A door is pulled open... as a DRAGON swoops directly toward it, BLASTING FIRE. The door is SLAMMED. The fire shoots through the slats of wood, illuminating HICCUP, a gangly teenage Viking.
HICCUP "...dragons."
"Well, yeah we knew that already." The twins said resulting in even more facepalms.
EXT. STOICK'S HOUSE He reopens the sizzling door, as leaps off of the front porch. He weaves through the erupting mayhem as Vikings pour out of the buildings, ready for a fight. More dragons swarm in, setting rooftops alight and hauling off sheep.
HICCUP (V.O.) "Most people would leave. Not us. We're Vikings. We have stubbornness issues."
Atali, Mala and Throk were disgusted by what they were seeing. Looking at Hiccup they could tell he didn't exactly like that the vikings were fighting the dragons.
The dragons were glad that the vikings never left, if they had then it would be much harder to find enough food to appease the Queen's hunger.
The fact that Hiccup said that while a viking was constantly hitting a Gronckle with a mace made the vikings crack up though some were a bit offended at the insult so they glared at Hiccup who paid them no mind.
"Don't act like you don't lad." Gobber said in a joking manner.
Hiccup smiled at his mentor. "Of course I do, I'm more stubborn than all of you combined."
Stoick frowned, he and his son never talked like that. They never bantered the way Hiccup and Gobber do. Every conversation was always so awkward.
Vikings sound the alarm. Viking men and women pour out into the streets, axes in hand.
ON HICCUP darting through alleys, staying under eaves, making his way through the battle.
Stoick sighed. "Hiccup, why can't you just stay inside?"
Hiccup looked at him with an 'Are you serious?' face. "One, the house was on fire, two, I was going to the forge, which is my job that you gave me."
The vikings were trying not to laugh out of respect for their chief who was embarrassed. The dragons on the other hand...
HICCUP (V.O.) (CONT'D) "My name's Hiccup. Great name, I know. But it's not the worst. Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that."
"Does Hiccup not like his name?" Stoick thought. "Well, his mother suggested it so I said nothing about it."
"Viking demeanor?" "What's that supposed to mean?" A random viking asked Hiccup who pointed at the screen.
Dragons sweep back and forth, dodging axes and blasting the Vikings who throw them. A burly warrior gets tossed in an explosion, knocking Hiccup to the ground.
VIKING (FIERCE) Arggghhhhh! (CHEERY, INSANE) Mornin'!
Everyone looked at said viking who looked like he wanted to disappear. "Sorry lad, I had a wee bit to much to drink." Hiccup just waved him off.
Hiccup gets to his feet and continues to rush past gigantic men and women.
HICCUP (V.O.) "Meet the neighbors. Hoark the Haggard..."
HOARK "What are you doing out!?"
HICCUP "... Burnthair the Broad..."
BURNTHAIR "Get inside!"
HICCUP "... Phlegma the Fierce..."
PHLEGMA THE FIERCE "Get back inside!"
HICCUP "... Ack." He passes a silent ox of a viking, picking his ear. "Yep, just Ack."
"Nice neighbors." Heather said sarcastically.
Enter STOICK, the biggest Viking of all. He yanks Hiccup from the path of a strafing dragon and holds aloft to the crowd.
STOICK "Hiccup!? (accusingly; to the crowd) What is he doing out again?! (to Hiccup) What are you doing out?! Get inside!"
The dragons were surprised by Stoick's roughness with Hiccup. They would never do something like that to their hatchlings.
The flames light up his scowling face and matted red beard. He sets Hiccup down and turns to the sky, searching.
HICCUP (V.O.) "(IN AWE) That's Stoick the Vast. Chief of the tribe. They say that when he was a baby he popped a dragon's head clean off of its shoulders. Do I believe it?"
The dragons grimaced, that was not a pleasant thought. Throk, Mala, Atali and even Heather showed visible disgust, though they were curious when they saw that Hiccup looked equally disturbed.
Stoick and some of the older vikings chuckled. "That rumor is still going around?"
Stoick grabs a wooden cart and hurls it, knocking the
strafing dragon out of the sky.
HICCUP (V.O.) (CONT'D) "Yes I do."
"Do you really believe it?" Atali asked.
"No I don't, sure he's the strongest viking on Berk but that's just impossible." Hiccup knew that was just something people said so that younger generations would respect the chief.
An EXPLOSION forces Vikings to DUCK. Stoick stands firm, brushing flaming debris off of his shoulder.
STOICK "(barking; to his men) What have we got?"
VIKING #1 "Gronkles. Nadders. Zipplebacks. Oh, and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare."
Viggo raised an eyebrow. "So… where are the actually dangerous dragons that cause all your problems?" His question baffled the vikings and the dragons.
Surprisingly Dagur was the one who asked the question. "What are you talking about? They're right there." He pointed towards the dragons on the screen and on the other side of the room.
Viggo just rolled his eyes. "No, those are Gronckles, Nadders, Zipplebacks and Nightmares. They're some of the tamest and easiest to take down dragons, they are literally at the bottom of the dragon food chain." The dragons felt offense at that though they couldn't deny he was right, there were a lot tougher dragons than them that made even the Nightmare look weak. "I'm talking about Hobblegrunts, Skrills, Singetails, Whispering Deaths, Scauldrons, etc."
Gobber blinked slowly. "Never even heard of half the dragons you just mentioned."
"The only dragons that raid us are the ones mentioned earlier." Stoick chimed in.
Viggo shook his head in disappointment. "Then you shouldn't be struggling at all. If that really is the case then these raids should be a breeze."
STOICK "Any Night Furies?"
VIKING #1 "None so far."
STOICK "(RELIEVED) Good."
"A Night Fury?" Viggo thought. Well, at least there's one dangerous dragon they have to fight. Unless they just confused another dragon for a Night Fury. The Furies did seem to go extinct once Grimmel started hunting them. "But did he kill them all?" Viggo questioned.
Neither the vikings nor the dragons were surprised, they all knew night furies were the most dangerous dragon. After the Red Death of course though no one but the dragons knew about that.
VIKING "Hoist the torches!"
Massive flaming braziers are raised on poles, lighting up the night sky... and revealing swirling dragons of all types. Below, Hiccup crosses an open plaza and ducks into an open building with a tall chimney.
INT. BLACKSMITH STALL – CONTINUOUS He crosses behind a counter, where a peg-legged, one-armed hulk of a Blacksmith reshapes blades with a hammer and tongs appendage.
GOBBER "Ah! Nice of you to join the party. I thought you'd been carried off."
Hiccup dons a leather apron and starts to put away Gobber's scattered appendages.
Hiccup rolled his eyes. "Ha ha, you're not getting rid of me that easily." He snarked.
"Good, I need someone to clean up after me." Gobber said teasingly.
HICCUP "Who me? Nah, come on! I'm way too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this."
Hiccup strikes a bodybuilder pose.
Almost everyone, both viking and dragon laughed at that though the only mocking laughter came from Snotlout and the twins.
GOBBER
"They need toothpicks, don't they?"
Dagur snorted. His brother really needed to bulk up. "Then again those twins and that blonde girl aren't much better."
Hiccup gets to work, transferring bent and chipped weapons to the forge as Vikings crowd the counter for replacements.
HICCUP (V.O.)
"The meathead with attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber."
"Who are you calling meathead, toothpick?" Gobber fake glared at his apprentice.
Hiccup just looked at him innocently. "Oh, you know just the other guy missing half his limbs."
Most of the vikings expected the blacksmith to get mad. "Touché."
"I've been his apprentice ever since I was little. Well...littler."
EXT. VILLAGE - CONTINUOUS
STOICK "We move to the lower defenses. We'll counter-attack with the
catapults."
Armed men rush past, flanking others who carry sheep to safety. Stoick follows up the rear as, overhead, a dragon strafes the rooftops with Napalm-like fire.
HICCUP (V.O.) "See? Old village. Lots and lots of new houses."
"Why not just build the houses out of non-flamable material like rock?" A random Nightmare asked in confusion. One of the Nadders close to him slapped him over the head for giving out valuable information to the enemy.
The vikings jumped, they had forgotten the dragons could talk. Stoick had a glare on his face and was about to make some rude remark about the dragons but his son beat him to it. "I keep telling them that but they just never listen!"
VIKING "FIRE!"
In response, the fire brigade charges through the plaza - four TEENS, tugging a large wooden cask on wheels. From it, they fill buckets of water to douse the flames. One among them is a cute, energetic Viking girl. Hiccup leans out of the stall to watch her.
HICCUP (V.O.)
"Oh and that's Fishlegs, Snotlout. The twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut. And... (dreamy) Astrid."
A SLOW-MOTION explosion erupts behind her, framing her in a sexy ball of fire. The others join her, looking awesome and heroic.
Snotlout bragged about how cool he looked, the twins somehow got into another fight (probably about who looks cooler), Fishlegs just looked at his onscreen self in silence and Astrid was trying not to blush and failing miserably.
Once Snotlout noticed how Hiccup talked about Astrid he just had to open his mouth. "Ha, as if she'd ever date you! I on the other han-"
He didn't get to finish due to Astrid's fist colliding with his face. She glared at him. "I'd rather date him than you." She wouldn't admit it but her date- flight, her flight with Hiccup made her realize that she did have feelings for him.
While most vikings looked at her like she went crazy Hiccup was trying to ignore Gobber who was wiggling his eyebrows at him.
HICCUP (V.O.) (CONT'D)
"Their job is so much cooler."
"Much less useful too." Viggo said which made everyone look at him for further explanation. He sighed. "Idiots." "What's the point of throwing a couple of water buckets at fires that won't be put out in time? At least Hiccup actually helps during these raids by sharpening and repairing your weapons."
They could all agree on that reasoning. The vikings realized that maybe Hiccup wasn't as useless as they first thought. Throk, Mala and Atali still glared at Viggo though. Damn dragon hunter.
Snotlout on the other hand wasn't as easily convinced. "No way! Useless can't even lift a sword!"
Hiccup tries to join them as they pass, but he's hooked by Gobber and hoisted back inside.
Hiccup looked at his mentor blankly. "Was that really necessary?" Gobber just shrugged.
HICCUP (CONT'D) (PLEADING) "Ah, come on. Let me out, please. I need to make my mark."
GOBBER "Oh, you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places."
All the villagers winced which made the non-berkians look at them questioningly. "It couldn't have been that bad right?" Atali directed the question at Hiccup who winced. "Uhhh..."
HICCUP "Please, two minutes. I'll kill a dragon. My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date."
A lot of vikings scoffed at that.
"Ohhh, so that's why they kill us. To attract the mates." A random Gronckle said which made some vikings choke on their drinks.
GOBBER "You can't lift a hammer."
Heather looked at Gobber. "He works in a forge. I think he is able to lift a hammer." She said slowly as if talking to a child.
Gobber "You can't swing an axe..."
"I can, I just can't use it in combat." It was safe to say the berkians didn't believe him.
Gobber grabs a bola.
GOBBER (CONT'D) "... you can't even throw one of these."
Everyone looked at Hiccup expectedly but he stayed quiet this time.
A Viking runs by and nabs it out of Gobber's hand, hurling it at a dive-bombing Gronckle. The bola binds its legs, sending it into a heavy crash.
The dragons and dragons lovers growled at seeing the Gronckle get taken down.
HICCUP (ready with the answer) "Okay fine, but..."
He rushes to the back corner of the stall and presents a bizarre, wheel barrow-like contraption.
HICCUP (CONT'D) "... this will throw it for me."
The people from Berk groaned, that invention caused so much destruction. The dragons, Mala, Throk, Atali, Heather and even Dagur seemed interested in what he built. "Did you make that thing yourself?" Throk asked impressed. From what he could tell these berkians weren't exactly the smartest. He didn't like that the invention was meant to take down dragons but the Hiccup with them seemed like he didn't want to kill dragons so maybe he changed.
Hiccup rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. He was used to everyone hating whatever he made so this was a surprise. "Yeah, I like to invent things whenever I'm bored."
Viggo perked up and looked at the contraption in great interest after hearing what Hiccup said. "Hmm, he's much smarter than the rest of them. Maybe I could convince him for a game of Maces and Talons."
Hiccup OPENS the hinged lid of the device. An arm springs up, equipped with twin bows. They prematurely launch a bola, narrowly missing Gobber... and taking out a Viking at the counter.
VIKING "Arggh!"
Stoick sighed, why couldn't his son just stop this nonsense and be more viking-like.
"Sorry!" Hiccup called out to the viking he took down. Said viking just waved him off, it didn't hurt that badly.
The dragons had a good laugh at his expense. "Now you know how it feels!" Stormfly laughed.
Some of the vikings looked down in guilt before they realized what they were doing. They couldn't feel bad for the dragons they're the ones raiding them after all.
GOBBER "See, now this right here is what I'm talking about."
HICCUP "Mild calibration issue."
No one other than the two blacksmiths and Viggo really understood that.
GOBBER "Hiccup. If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need
to stop all..."
Gobber gestures in Hiccup's general direction.
GOBBER (CONT'D) "... this."
The dragons and non-berkians glared at Gobber who cringed, that sounded better in his head. "Did he just?" They glared even harder when they saw the rest of Berk nod their heads in agreement with Gobber's poorly worded statement.
HICCUP "(astonished) But... you just pointed to all of me."
GOBBER "Yes! That's it! Stop being all of you."
"I think it would be much better for him to stay like he is rather than become another mindless brute like most of you." Toothless hissed. The way he sounded sent shivers down the vikings spines, even some dragons backed away from him.
HICCUP (THREATENING) "Ohhhh..."
GOBBER (MIMICKING) "Ohhhhh, yes."
HICCUP "You, sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much, raw...Vikingness contained. (BEAT) There will be consequences!"
The vikings rolled their eyes, raw vikingness, right.
Gobber tosses him a sword.
GOBBER "I'll take my chances. Sword. Sharpen. Now."
Hiccup takes it begrudgingly and lobs it onto the grinding wheel. He stews... fantasizing…
"You can lift a sword?!" Snotlout was not the only one to ask that question.
"I work in the forge, of course, I can pick up a sword."
HICCUP (V.O.) "One day I'll get out there. Because killing a dragon is everything around here."
The dragons looked on in interest, maybe the hatchling would explain why they get hunted even outside of raids.
EXT. VILLAGE - LOWER PLAINS – CONTINUOUS Nadders land, gathering like seagulls around a seemingly vacant house.
HICCUP (V.O.) "A Nadder head is sure to get me at least noticed."
The Nadders bristled, surely they were worth more than that.
The Nadders clamber onto the building, tearing the roof and walls apart. Sheep pour out and SCATTER.
Elsewhere, hippo-like Gronckles pick drying racks clean of fish and fly off like loaded pelicans.
HICCUP (V.O.) (CONT'D) "Gronckles are tough. Taking down one of those would definitely get me a girlfriend."
That must be the viking version of a mate, the dragons thought. Though they were surprised that a Gronckle would be worth more than a Nadder, which was something that the Gronckles were extremely smug about.
A stealthy, snake-like dragon head peeks over a rooftop, breathing gas into a chimney.
HICCUP (V.O.) (CONT'D) "A Zippelback? Exotic, exciting. Two heads, twice the status."
The Zipplebacks banged their heads together. They were worth more than both the Gronckles and Nadders.
A second head pokes through the door and lights it. KABLAM! The two heads fly through the explosion, their necks zipping together to reveal a single body. It flies past Stoick as he climbs to the top of a CATAPULT TOWER.
CATAPULT OPERATOR "They found the sheep!"
STOICK (FRUSTRATED) "Concentrate fire over the lower bank!"
CATAPULT OPERATOR "Fire!" Boulders are catapulted at the corralling Nadders... Just as a huge red dragon whips past, spraying the base of the catapult with sticky fire.
HICCUP (V.O.) "And then there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those."
The Nightmares puffed up their chests in pride. That had to mean they were the best dragons around.
"They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire."
"Yes, other than that they're completely harmless." Gobber said sarcastically, giving his apprentice a look.
Hiccup shrugged and quietly muttered under his breath so no one would hear him. "Well, they could be if I train them." The group near him still heard him. Heather was just confused about how he would train a dragon but the others were curious, since they were supposedly watching how this war would end and Hiccup talked about training the dragons, maybe the vikings would find a peaceful solution.
It emerges from the flames, climbing the catapult with a leering, toothy grin.
STOICK "Reload! I'll take care of this." Stoick takes on the Nightmare, face to hammer.
Suddenly, a LOUD BALLISTIC MOANING streaks overhead. The catapult crew ducks.
Everyone in the room reacted once they heard that sound. The vikings ducked, and the dragons looked on in interest, they never had time to pay attention to the one Fury that joined them in the raids.
The non-berkians looked on in surprise, they all thought Night Furies were extinct.
Hiccup smiled at hearing his brother in all but blood and then looked down in guilt once he remembered what his on-screen self was about to do. He also realized this meant that soon everyone would see him free Toothless and started internally panicking.
The Night Fury in question sensed his rider's distress but couldn't get to him due to the barrier separating the vikings and the dragons.
INT. BLACKSMITH STALL - CONTINUOUS
ON HICCUP, looking up from his work, reacting to the same sound.
HICCUP (V.O.) "But the ultimate prize is the dragon no one has ever seen. We call it the-"
VIKING "Night Fury! Get down!"
Vikings everywhere take shelter. The moaning sound BUILDS.
EXT. VILLAGE - CATAPULT - CONTINUOUS
The Monstrous Nightmare suddenly stops fighting and takes flight. Stoick looks skyward.
STOICK "JUMP!" KABOOM! The Catapult EXPLODES as though hit by an artillery shell... sending Stoick and the crew leaping for their lives.
Toothless looked at the screen proudly, out of all the dragons that took part in the raids he was the only one who could cause that much damage in just a single hit.
HICCUP (V.O.) "This thing never steals food, never shows itself, and..."
The sound recedes, leaving the crippled catapult in flames.
HICCUP (V.O.) (CONT'D) "...never misses. (beat) No one has ever killed a Night Fury. That's why I'm going to be the first."
Hiccup looked at his past self in disappointment, all of that just to impress people who didn't even care about him.
The vikings of Berk just laughed mockingly with Snotlout being the most vocal of the lot. "Ha! The day you shoot down a Night Fury I'll jump off a cliff!"
"It's a deal then." Hiccup said dryly knowing precisely what was about to happen.
In the stall, Gobber trades his hammer for an axe.
GOBBER "Man the fort, Hiccup, they need me out there!"
Gobber pauses. Turns with a threatening glare.
GOBBER (CONT'D) "Stay. Put. There. You know what I mean."
Hiccup rolled his eyes. "I'm not a dog Gobber."
Gobber smiled cheekily. "Sit."
"If you didn't notice I already am." The sarcastic little shit replied.
Gobber charges into the fray, HOLLERING. On Hiccup, a smirk crosses his face.
The vikings groaned, of course, he didn't stay.
EXT. VILLAGE - MOMENTS LATER WHAM! Hiccup pushes his wheeled contraption through a wall of clustered Vikings. He weaves through the ongoing mayhem, as fast as his legs can carry him.
VIKING #6 (O.S.) "Hiccup, where are you going!"
VIKING #7 "Come back here!"
HICCUP "I know. Be right back!"
"Did any of you think he would actually come back? I mean this is Hiccup we're talking about." Dagur asked them.
They didn't answer and they also made sure not to look at their chief who was looking at them with a scowl.
ON THE PLAIN BELOW The Nadders have cornered the house-full of sheep. They close in, ready to spring upon them. Stoick suddenly appears, HURLING FISHING NETS over them. The surprised Nadders are caught. Stoick and his men rush in. A Nadder blasts a hole through its net. Stoick leaps onto it, clamping his thick arms around its head, forcing its jaws shut.
STOICK "Mind yourselves! The devils still have some juice in them."
"They're not devils." Hiccup quietly growled to himself so only the group around him could hear what he said.
ON THE PLAIN ABOVE Hiccup reaches a cliff overlooking the smoking CATAPULT and drops the handles to the ground. He cranks several levers, unfolding and then cocking the bowed arms of his contraption. He drops a bola onto a chamber and then pivots the weapon on a gimbal head toward the dark sky. He listens, with his eye pressed to the scope, hand poised on the trigger. He hears the NIGHT FURY approaching... and turns his aim to the defense tower. It closes in for the final strike, completely camouflaged in the night.
HICCUP "(TO HIMSELF) Come on. Give me something to shoot at, give me something to shoot at."
The audience herd their breaths, there was no way he would actually hit it right?
KABLAM! The tower topples. The blast of fire illuminates the dragon for a split second. Hiccup pulls the trigger. KERTHUNK! The flexed arms SNAP forward, springing the weapon off the ground. The bola disappears into the sky, followed by a WHACK and a SCREECH.
You could hear a pin drop that's how quiet it was before the vikings started cheering. The dragons looked at the Night Fury in confusion, he didn't even seem mad, actually, he looked pleased about being shot down. What in Helheim was going on?
Mala, Throk and Atali frowned, it was just too good to be true. That is until they heard Hiccup mutter. "I'm so sorry bud." While looking in the dragons direction.
Astrid realized that must have been how Hiccup and Toothless met, but how they went to be friends after this is something she just couldn't fathom.
Stoick and Gobber looked on in pride and shock, he actually fucking did it. This made them feel guilty too due to what they did after this.
"Good job brother!" Dagur shouted with glee, maybe Hiccup would let him keep at least a part of the Night Fury.
"We're not brothers." Hiccup told him flatly.
Dagur waved him off nonchalantly. "Sure we are, you're just in denial."
Hiccup seemed to remember something. "Oh, yeah. So Snotlout, about that deal we made earlier. When are you gonna jump off that cliff, eh?" Snotlout made sure to look anywhere but Hiccup's direction while the twins snickered at his predicament. They were starting to make bets on whether he would splatter or just break his bones.
Viggo was scheming. "Maybe I could convince him to join me. It would certainly be nice to have someone else with more than 5 working brain cells to talk to."
HICCUP (CONT'D) (surprised, then elated) "Oh I hit it! Yes, I hit it! Did anybody see that?"
Hiccup's victory is short-lived. A Monstrous Nightmare appears, slithering up over the lip of the cliff.
HICCUP (CONT'D) "Except for you."
"How can you be so sarcastic in the face of death?!" Heather shrieked while everyone looked at him as if he'd gone insane. The Hiccup on screen didn't even seem scared, he just looked disappointed and exasperated. Not the normal reaction to having a Nightmare about to attack you.
"Years of practice." This didn't lessen anyone's worries, it sounded like he didn't even care if he died. That brought up a new more worrisome question. Did he not care about possibly dying?
ON STOICK, holding down the netted Nadders. He hears a familiar HOLLER and looks up to see...
HICCUP running through the PLAZA, SCREAMING, with the NIGHTMARE fast on his heels.
Alarmed, Stoick abandons the Nadders and runs off.
STOICK (to his men, re: the Nadders) "DO NOT let them escape!"
IN THE PLAZA Vikings scatter as Hiccup dodges a near fatal blast. The Nightmare's sticky, Napalm-like fire splashes up onto buildings, setting them alight. Hiccup ducks behind the last standing brazier - the only shelter available. The Nightmare blasts it, spraying fire all around him. Hiccup peers around the smoldering post. No sign of the Nightmare.
Everyone tensed and held their breaths. Hiccup stared at them weirdly, did they forget this already happened?
He turns back to find it leering at him, blocking his escape. It takes a deep breath. Hiccup is finished. Suddenly, Stoick LEAPS between them, tackling the Nightmare to the ground. They tumble and wrestle, resuming their earlier fight. The Nightmare tries to toast him, but only coughs up smoke.
STOICK (CONT'D) "You're all out."
They all released their breaths in relief. "You do realize this already happened and I'm perfectly fine right?" His question made them blush and mumble something about sarcastic little shits in embarrassment.
He smashes the Nightmare repeatedly in the face, driving it away. It takes to the air and disappears. Winded, Stoick turns to Hiccup.
HICCUP (V.O.) "Oh, and there's one more thing you need to know..." The burnt brazier pole collapses, sending the massive iron basket crashing. It bounces down the hill, destroying as it goes and scattering the Vikings who were holding down the netted Nadders. The freed dragons escape... with several sheep in tow.
HICCUP (CONT'D)
"Sorry, dad."
"Must take more after his mother then." Viggo thought to himself.
"He's your father?!" The group around Hiccup and the dragons questioned in disbelief. Hiccup just nodded his head in confirmation.
EXT. VILLAGE - UPPER PLAZA – CONTINUOUS The escaped Nadders fly past with sheep in their clutches. The raid is over. The dragons have clearly won. The murmuring crowd eyes Stoick, awaiting his response.
HICCUP (SHEEPISH) "Okay, but I hit a Night Fury." Stoick grabs Hiccup by the back scruff of his collar and hauls him away, fuming with embarrassment.
Stoick and the other villagers winced. "I'm really sorry about this son."
Hiccup just waved them off. "It's fine, I wouldn't have believed it either."
HICCUP (CONT'D) "It's not like the last few times, Dad. I mean I really actually hit it. You guys were busy and I had a very clear shot. It went down, just off Raven Point. Let's get a search party out there, before it-"
STOICK "-STOP! Just...stop." He releases Hiccup. Everyone goes silent, staring expectantly.
STOICK (CONT'D) "Every time you step outside, disaster follows. Can you not see that I have bigger problems? Winter's almost here and I have an entire village to feed!" Hiccup looks around. All eyes are upon him.
HICCUP "Between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding, don't ya think?" A few rotund Vikings stir self-consciously.
Dagur and the dragons laughed at Hiccup's quip which caused the vikings to glare at them. They weren't fat, it was muscle.
STOICK "This isn't a joke, Hiccup! (EXASPERATED) Why can't you follow the simplest orders?"
HICCUP "I can't stop myself. I see a dragon and I have to just... kill it, you know? It's who I am, Dad."
"No it isn't." Hiccup quietly said so that only the group around him could hear him.
STOICK "You are many things, Hiccup. But a dragon killer is not one of them." Hiccup looks around to see many nods of agreement.
STOICK (CONT'D)
"Get back to the house. (To Gobber) Make sure he gets there. I have his mess to clean up."
"How is that his mess? If anything it's the Nightmare's mess." Stormfly said. Stoick tried to refute the Nadder's statement but couldn't come up with anything to beat that logic.
Stoick lumbers off in the opposite direction. Gobber leads Hiccup through the walk of shame. They pass the teen fire brigade as they snicker.
TUFFNUT "Quite the performance."
SNOTLOUT "I've never seen anyone mess up that badly. That helped!"
"Well, if messing up means shooting down a Night Fury then you should all try to mess up more often." Spitelout told the teens with a laugh.
HICCUP "Thank you, thank you. I was trying, so..."
Hiccup avoids Astrid's look of pity (in the script is says Astrid's glare but there is no glare, rather a look of pity/sympathy) and heads up toward a large house, standing prominently on the hill above the others.
Astrid winced. Being scolded like that in front of the entire village was so embarrassing and degrading. What was worse was that Hiccup didn't even seem bothered by it anymore since it happened on a weekly basis. "How does he do it? If I was in his position I wouldn't be able to take it anymore after the first few times."
HICCUP (CONT'D) "I really did hit one."
GOBBER "Sure, Hiccup."
Now it was Gobber's turn to wince. Then again you can't really blame him for not believing Hiccup. Besides Hiccup didn't hold anything against him, he said he wouldn't believe it either if someone told him they shot down a Night Fury.
HICCUP "He never listens."
GOBBER "Well, it runs in the family."
Both Haddocks glared at the blacksmith for that. Said blacksmith was sweating nervously, Hiccup may not know it but when he was angry he was just as intimidating as his father if not more. Who know what kind of invention he'll create if you piss him off enough.
HICCUP "And when he does, it's always with this... disappointed scowl. Like someone skimped on the meat in his sandwich. (mimicking Stoick) Excuse me, barmaid. I'm afraid you brought me the wrong offspring. I ordered an extra large boy with beefy arms. Extra guts and glory on the side. This here. This is a talking fish bone."
Stoick frowned, Hiccup didn't really think like that did he? Surely he knew he cared about him, he just didn't show it too well. He would have to have a talk with his son after this whole watching the future thing was over.
Everyone else frowned too. Even Hiccup's tormentors frowned. Maybe they should give him some space, he didn't seem to be in the right state of mind. It puzzled them; he always just took the insults but over time he seemed to care less and less about them to the point where he didn't react anymore. Did they push him too far?
GOBBER "You're thinking about this all wrong. It's not so much what you look like. It's what's inside that he can't stand."
Gobber just couldn't catch a break today, could he. That sounded so much better in his head, but now that he heard it from Hiccup's point of view… yeah that was pretty bad.
"So what you're saying is my father will always hate me no matter what." The fact this was a statement and not a question made everyone wince at just how strained the Haddock's relationship was.
Stoick decided to ignore his son's statement for now and instead shot his friend a glare. "Did you really just tell my son I hated him."
HICCUP "Thank you, for summing that up." They reach the doorway.
GOBBER "Look, the point is, stop trying so hard to be something you're not."
Hiccup SIGHS heavily. "I just want to be one of you guys."
"Not anymore." Hiccup thought to himself.
Gobber eyes him sympathetically. Hiccup turns and goes through the front door.
And straight out the back door. He hurries off into the woods, determined.
"You went to look for a Night Fury alone!?" Stoick exclaimed. That's it, his son was crazy.
"Well, none of you believed me so of course, I went after him." Thankfully no one notice how he called the Night Fury a him and not an it.