73Hey! Sorry for the late update, honestly this chapter's been lying in my documents for a while now so it's a good thing I'm finally getting it published.
So, whose seen the new season of Race to the Edge? It's possibly the best HTTYD season yet, the villains are my particular favourite, and talk about character development! There's literally so much I have to say on it but this isn't the place for it, really.
I'm planning on getting this written asap, as usual I'm more than happy to have suggestions and such- thanks for reading!
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.
The Vikings jumped at the sudden voice, before turning to Hiccup accusedly. Hiccup, noticing this, shrugs innocently "Since it's 'my story' I must narrate it, I suppose."
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.
"Well, aren't you just a ray of sunshine." Gobber chuckled, shaking his head.
"But am I wrong?" Gobber, oddly enough, didn't respond. "Exactly."
The image drifts over rolling hills to reveal a small village nestled on an outcropping of sea mounts.
HICCUP (V.O.)
My village. In a word, sturdy. And it's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new.
"Wonder why." Scowled Stoick, folding his arms.
The image drifts closer, circling.
HICCUP (V.O.)
We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests.
Upstairs, the dragons sat up attentively, despite being called 'pests' at least they were bring introduced...
You see, most places have mice or mosquitos. We have...
Sheep graze peacefully on a hillside. Suddenly one is snatched.
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.
Hiccup scowled at his on-screen counterpart, every bit as twig like and weak as the one sat on the beanbag below.
EXT. STOICK'S HOUSE He reopens the sizzling door, leaps off 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.
"What does that have to do with anything?" asked Astrid. Upstairs many of the Dragons asked the same thing.
We have stubbornness issues.
Astrid made a non-verbal 'oh' of understanding, before relaxing back in her own beanbag.
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.
HICCUP (V.O.)
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.
Some of the Vikings in the room chuckled at Hiccup's dry humour, meanwhile Stoick slumped slightly in his seat, of course the name 'Hiccup' had some negative connotations, but surely the boy didn't really dislike his name- right?
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'!
Stoick and some of the other vikings shook their heads- some people were just a bit too enthusiastic about dragon raids.
Hiccup gets to his feet and continues to rush past gigantic men and women.
HOARK What are you doing out!?
BURNTHAIR Get inside!
PHLEGMA THE FIERCE Get back inside!
"Your concern is heartwarming." Hiccup rolled his eyes.
Enter STOICK, the biggest Viking of all. He yanks Hiccup from the path of a strafing dragon and holds aloft to the crowd.
"BUSTED!" Snickered the twins.
STOICK Hiccup!?
"That's me."
STOICK(accusingly; to the crowd) What is he doing out again?!
(TO HICCUP) What are you doing out?! Get inside!
Hiccup sighed and at his fathers lack of faith in him, just because he was used to it didn't mean it became any less demoralizing or irritating.
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.
Stoick laughed. That rumor was still going around?!
Do I believe it?
Stoick grabs a wooden cart and hurls it, knocking the strafing dragon out of the sky.
HICCUP (V.O.) (CONT'D) Yes I do.
Stoick puffed out his chest proudly, while Hiccup slumped slightly in his seat, wondering why he had ever found that impressive in any way.
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?
"Dragons."
"Tuffnut the Chief knows that!"
"I was just answering a question!"
VIKING #1 Gronkles. Nadders. Zipplebacks. Oh, and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare.
STOICK Any Night Furies?
Hiccup perked up, if ever so slightly.
VIKING #1 None so far.
STOICK (RELIEVED) Good.
Toothless looked proud at having intimidated the Chief but was quickly becoming bored- where was Hiccup?! He was losing interest in these other Vikings.
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.
Toothless immediately perked up.
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 cheered for himself, trying to diffuse the tension from the fight they were witnessing. It worked.
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.
"You know Gobber, you do have a bad tendency to leave things lying about!" commented Hiccup. Gobber had the decency to look abashed. A few Vikings laughed weakly at his misfortune of being told off by Hiccup.
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.
The Teens jeered at him. Some of the Vikings joined in while some chuckled at his humor, other rather interested in their close relationship. Toothless tried to ignore the jeerers as he fondly shook his head at the on-screen Hiccup.
GOBBER They need toothpicks, don't they?
More chucking from the hall at the Blacksmith-apprentice relationship, it was obvious they were very close, meanwhile Hiccup turned to the blacksmith and shook his head.
"Rude."
"You're rude." Was Gobber's childish retort, but before Hiccup could argue back the scene continued.
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.
"HEY!"
"Aw come on Gobber you love me really!"
"You are pushing your luck there toothpick!"
"Don't call me a toothpick, Meathead!"
"Well then don't call me Meathead, fishbone!"
"Why you little-"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence." Warns Stoick as Gobber grins victoriously however the moment Stoick's focus was back on the screen Hiccup smirked, eyes locking with Gobbers as he finished his sentence soundlessly, Gobber was left gaping as the movie continued, he was going to get that little squirt back later…
I've been his apprentice ever since I was little. Well...littler.
The Vikings chuckled at the truthfulness of that statement.
EXT. VILLAGE- STOICK We move to the lower defenses. We'll counter-attack with the catapults. Armed men rushed past, flanking others who carried 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.
VIKING- FIRE! In response, the fire brigade charges through the plaza - four TEENS, tugging a large wooden cask on wheels.
"Hey it's us!" shouted Fishlegs. The other Teens looked on, interested in what Hiccup had to say on them.
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,
"The boy who won't stop with his Dragon talk." added Gobber
Snotlout,
"The pompous idiot." added Astrid- much to the gang's amusement.
The twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut,
"The two who won't stop fighting, but amusing none the less." added Fishlegs.
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.
"We look awesome!" shouted Snoutlout then, he added after. "Although I clearly look the best!" The rest rolled their eyes, while Hiccup nervously looked away from Astrid- talk about embarrassing.
HICCUP (V.O.) (CONT'D) Their job is so much cooler.
Hiccup tries to join them as they pass, but he's hooked by Gobber and hoisted back inside.
"What is it with you Vikings and lifting me in the air by my tunic?!"
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.
"Meaning?"
"Aw come on Hiccup, remember when you first made that axe swinger and it cut off your-"
"Yeah I remember now, let's keep watching okay!" He did not want his father to know that it was his fault his father had to walk around the village, with half a beard for a few months! Man that wouldn't end well…..
HICCUP Please, two minutes. I'll kill a dragon. My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date.
Hiccup shook his head at how desperate he'd been, no dragon's life is worth taking for anything, let alone a date.
GOBBER You can't lift a hammer.
"True."
You can't swing an axe...
"Affirmative."
Gobber grabs a bola (iron balls connected by rope).
GOBBER (CONT'D) ... you can't even throw one of these.
"Very -"
"Hiccup do yourself a favour and shut up."
"Okay."
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.
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.
"What is it?" Asks Snotlout.
"Yet another one of Hiccups inventions." Gobber says, shaking his head. The other teens exchange a fascinated look- Hiccup made stuff?
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.
"Whoops." Hiccup winced, while the Vikings either laughed or scowled in disapproval.
VIKING Arggh!
GOBBER See, now this right here is what I'm talking about!
HICCUP Mild calibration issue.
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.
"Always know how to make me feel better about me, Gobber." Hiccup said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
HICCUP (ASTONISHED) But... you just pointed to all of me
GOBBER Yes! That's it! Stop being all of you.
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!
"Oh aye, imagine the HORROR."
Gobber tosses him a sword.
GOBBER I'll take my chances.
The Vikings laugh at their obvious funny, teasing friendship while Gobber and Hiccup glare at the other playfully.
GOBBER Sword. Sharpen. Now.
"Bossy."
"Well someone needs to be with yeh lad, won't do it otherwise."
Hiccup takes it begrudgingly and lobs it onto the grinding wheel. He stews... fantasizing...
HICCUP (V.O.) One day I'll get out there. Because killing a dragon is everything around here.
Hiccup growled dangerously. The Vikings exchanged looks. What was wrong with him today?
The Dragons, save Toothless, were shocked. Who knew killing a dragon was so big and even more why did that boy care for them so much? He described them as pests at the beginning, right?
EXT. VILLAGE - LOWER PLAINS - CONTINUOUS Nadders land, gathering like seagulls around a seemingly vacant house.
The Dragons sat up. Maybe they would find out why killing a dragon was so big.
HICCUP (V.O.) A Nadder head is sure to get me at least noticed.
Nadders seemed to huff a bit. Surely they were worth more than that. It wasn't until a Gronckle pointed out that it was at least them, they immediately brightened up.
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.
The Gronckles looked very proud. A girlfriend was a mate no doubt and that was a big thing.
A stealthy, snake-like dragon head peeks over a rooftop, breathing gas into a chimney.
HICCUP (V.O.) (CONT'D) A Zippleback? Exotic, exciting. Two heads, twice the status.
At this all Zipplebacks looked around and made a scene of using both its heads to cause laughter.
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 Monstrous Nightmare looked immensely proud as they looked around. If the best Vikings went after them surely they were the best Dragon!
They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire.
The Vikings chuckled at how Hiccup made them sound harmless.
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.
Hiccup scowled, but otherwise made no indication of being upset by his father's actions.
Suddenly, a LOUD BALLISTIC MOANING streaks overhead. The catapult crew ducks.
INT. BLACKSMITH STALL - HICCUP, looking up from his work, reacts 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!
Hiccup grinned at the name of his dragon. By far the best!
The Vikings look at him accusingly. Why was he grinning at the name of the creature who destroys their home?!
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.
Hiccup nodded approvingly as he saw his dragon swiftly fly across the screen, the teens looked at the shadowed figure on the screen in amazement.
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.
The Nightfury in question looked around at the other dragons who looked like they were expecting some sort of grand show off. He snorted and blew off some purple flames to tell them to bugger off.
(BEAT) No one has ever killed a Night Fury. That's why I'm going to be the first.
Said Nightfury whimpered, as he remembered how close his rider was to killing him while the same thought struck Hiccup. He was glad he didn't and he would never change a single thing!
Meanwhile the other teens snorted at him.
In the stall, Gobber trades his hammer for an axe.
GOBBER Man the fort, Hiccup, they need me out there!
"Gobber, was that really a good idea?!" asked Stoick.
"Definitely not! But I did it anyway!"
Gobber pauses. Turns with a threatening glare.
GOBBER (CONT'D) Stay. Put. There. You know what I mean.
"What am I, a common household pet?!" Hiccup scowled.
"Small enough to be one." Gobber chuckled.
"Wow, talk about rude."
Gobber charges into the fray, HOLLERING. ON HICCUP, a smirk crosses his face.
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.
"I should've stayed." muttered Gobber.
"But you didn't, and now the village is condemned to destruction." Stoick sighed, while Hiccup sighed his father's tone, expecting nothing else.
VIKING #6 (O.S.) Hiccup, where are you going!
VIKING #7 Come back here!
HICCUP I know. Be right back!
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.
The Nadders let out a small whimper before noticing, below them Hiccup is glaring at his father. Was the boy... defending them? Surely not!
STOICK Mind yourselves! The devils still have some juice in them.
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. 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.
The Vikings stared at the young Viking, astonished. A minute of absolute silence and then... cheers were shouted and congratulatory calls were made but Hiccup just looked ashamed. After they calmed down Stoick mustered up his courage and walked towards the boy he called his son.
"Hiccup I am so sorry that I didn't believe you!"
"Its okay, dad, it doesn't really matter anyway."
"Doesn't matter?! Hiccup you are the first Viking to hit a Nightfury. Were you say this was? Down in Raven point! We have to get men down there straight away; when we head home of course and then the matter of weapons and where it landed of course it -"
"STOP!"
"Thank you, now let's keep watching." Hiccup slumped in his seat, the Vikings stare at him in shock before writing it off as him simply being bitter that they didn't believe him earlier; maybe if they let him be the one to kill the beast he'd be less frustrated?
The dragons watched this whole fiasco with astonishment. First of all, they made such a fuss about the Fury being hit and then the boy...the boy. He was defending the dragons. He was ashamed of hitting a Nightfury. He was odd, there is no doubt about that.
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.
Despite the situation Hiccup was in, the onlookers laughed weakly. That boy sure had some humor...
"I can't believe my luck though!" grumbled Hiccup loud enough for everyone to hear. "Of all the Dragons out there I get the Nightmare..." More people laughed at his statement; it was true after all.
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.
"Really scared me you did there." Stoick admits gruffly as Hiccup stares at him, seemingly surprised.
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.
"Dude your luck sucks!" gasped Ruffnut through all he HAD to look the other way to the dragon didn't he?!
"Tell me about it."
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.
"I'd run." Mutters Hiccup, people around him nodded in agreement.
STOICK (CONT'D) You're all out. 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.
Both audiences laugh at Hiccup's various expressions as the town gets destroyed. Meanwhile Tuff and Ruff couldn't help but find the destruction awesome, nobody can destroy in village in one move like Hiccup.
HICCUP (CONT'D) Sorry, dad.
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.
"Aaaaaand here we go; the regular 'Hiccup messed up so time for public embarrassment' lecture."
Stoick looked down, ashamed, remembering his actions from the last raid.
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.
The room was deadly silent, even the dragons upstairs had quietened to hear.
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, looking down at their beer-bellies.
The viking teens hid a laugh, despite Hiccup being a useless fighter he almost made up for it with his wit.
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.
Hiccup shook his head, it wasn't who he was, he knew that now.
STOICK You are many things, Hiccup. But a dragon killer is not one of them.
"And you couldn't have remembered that before Dragon Training!?" Exclaimed Hiccup upset and infuriated. The dragons thought humans to be "bloodthirsty killing machines" and the Vikings were confused because, well, Hiccup was doing so well in dragon training!
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.
"So much faith in me." Hiccup rolled his eyes.
Gobber raised his eyebrows at the moody viking's comment, "Do the words 'Stay. Put. There.' sound any foghorns?" Hiccup looked back the the screen sheepishly.
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!
HICCUP Thank you, thank you. I was trying, so... Hiccup avoids Astrid's glare and heads up toward a large house, standing prominently on the hill above the others.
HICCUP (CONT'D) I really did hit one.
GOBBER Sure, Hiccup.
HICCUP He never listens.
GOBBER Well, it runs in the family.
Hiccup huffed, crossing his arms.
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.
Everyone would've chuckled, but the situation was too depressing.
Stoick felt embarrassed and ashamed. Was he really that bad to Hiccup!? He also felt a little jealous about how Hiccup could turn to Gobber. He wondered how many talks Hiccup had with Gobber in the past...especially ones concerning him- he would make it up to his son. Maybe together they could work work to slay the Nightfury, the best father-son bonding is always when you're killing a dragon!
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.
"There's this thing called tact, Gobber, you'd be amazed what an improvement it can make to people's self confidence." One of the women rolled their eyes.
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.
HICCUP I just want to be one of you guys. 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.
The hall was filled with silences, some Vikings shooting Hiccup sympathetic glances, afterall in training the boy had more than proved himself as one of them- more so once that nightfury was slew.