I AM NOT THE OWNER OF HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON. I NEVER DID AND I NEVER WILL. THANK YOU!
BERK
"This is Berk, my home. It is twelve days north of Hopeless and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death. It's located solidly on the Meridian of Misery."
"My village. In a word, sturdy. It's been here for seven generations, but every single house is new. We have fishing, hunting and a charming view of the sunsets."
"The only problems are the pests. You see, most places have mice or mosquitoes. We have…"
"Dragons!"
A boy quickly shuts the door as a Monstrous Nightmare blasts a stream of fire at him. Checking to see if the coast was clear he ran out the charred door.
Just another day on Berk, the dragons were attacking again, raiding the village for its livestock.
"Most people would leave, not us. We're Vikings, we have stubbornness issues. Without a thought a Viking will pick up the closest thing to a weapon and charge into battle."
"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"
As he ran out the house, the entire plaza was in chaos. The dragons were swarming the skies diving down for easy prey. Hiccup weaved his way through the streets, filled with preoccupied Vikings.
"What're you doing here?!"
"Get back inside!" the Vikings scolded as Hiccup ran past them.
Just as Hiccup was about to enter the street, a big meaty hand grabbed him by the scruff of his tunic, pulling him away from an incoming stream of Monstrous Nightmare fire.
"HICCUP! What are you—what is HE doing here?" The giant man said to the other Vikings. He then looked back at Hiccup.
"What're doing out? Get back inside!" he scold pushing him aside. Hiccup continued on his journey.
"That's Stoick the Vast, chief of the tribe. They say when he was a baby; he popped a dragon's head clean of its shoulders. Do I believe it? Yes I do?"
There was an explosion causing all the Vikings to duck for cover. Stoick stood firm brushed the scorching embers off his shoulder as if it was dust.
"What have we got" Stoick asked authority apparent in his voice.
"Gronkles, Nadders, Zipplebacks. Oh and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare!" a Viking reported
"Any Night Furies?" Stoick asked
"None so far"
"Good" Stoick said with relief
Hiccup ran past the main courtyard as the other Vikings lit and hoisted the torches to light up the night sky. He made his way into a building with a big chimney, and put on an apron.
"Nice of you to join the party, I thought you'd been carried off" a beefy blond man with prosthetic limbs joked
"Who me? Come on! I'm way too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all…this" Hiccup replied flexing his muscles.
"Well they need toothpicks don't they?" the man said with a chuckle
"The meathead with the attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber, I've been his apprentice ever since I was little, well …littler."
Hiccup got to work pulling down on the bellows, to make the coals burn brighter and got to pounding the broken weapons.
With Stoick
"We move to the lower defenses. We'll counter-attack with the catapults." Stoick ordered.
With that the men carried as many sheep as they could, with Stoick following from behind. Suddenly there was an explosion from Dragon fire.
"See? Old village, lots and lots of new houses."
"Fire!" A Viking yelled
Hiccup heard voices outside and went to the window to see what was up. He looked out and saw five teens with buckets.
He saw, as the teens made their way from the water to the fire doing their best to put the fire out.
"Oh and that's Fishlegs, Snotlout, the twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut and…"
The final teen threw her water at the fire, putting it out, as she turned around a rogue fire blast restarted the fire blowing her hair around as she walked backed swaying her hips.
"Astrid….Their job is so much cooler"
Hiccup watched as all the teens passed, wanting to join them, he tried to climb out and run after them, only to be grabbed by the scruff of his tunic by a hooked hand.
"Ah come on! Let me out please? I need to make my mark." Hiccup pleaded
"Oh you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places" Gobber said poking Hiccups chest.
"Please, two minutes. I'll kill a dragon. My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date." Hiccup said as-a-matter-of-fact like.
Gobber wasn't convinced.
"You can't lift a hammer, you can't swing an axe, and you can't even through one of these" Gobber listed as he picked up a bolas.
A Viking reaches through the window, grabbing the bolas out of Gobber's hands and threw it at a Gronkle as it dived down with a heavy crash.
"Okay fine but..."
Hiccup rushes to the back corner of the stall and presents a bizarre, wheel barrow-like contraption
"…This will throw it for me" he replied with triumph,
He placed his hand on the device and it sprung to life, throwing a bola at Gobber, who ducks out of the way only for the bola to hit an unsuspecting Viking in the face, knocking him out.
"See! Now this is what I'm talking about!" Gobber scolded
"Just a mild calibration issu-"
"HICCUP! If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all…This" Gobber gestured to Hiccup.
"But you just gestured to all of me" Hiccup said surprised
"Yes that's it! Stop being all of you!" Gobber said brightening up
"Ohhhhhh..,." hiccup said threateningly
"Ohhhhhh yeah" Gobber mocked
"You sir are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much raw…Vikingness contained! There will be consequences!"
"I'll take my chances. Sword. Sharpen. Now." Gobber said sternly as he gave Hiccup a blunt sword.
Hiccup could barely hold the sword but nonetheless he begrudgingly puts the sword onto the grinding wheel, keeping it steady.
"One day I'll get out there. Because killing a dragon is everything around here"
"A Nadder head is sure to get me at least noticed"
"Gronkles are tough. Taking down one of those would definitely get me a girlfriend."
"A Zippleback? Exotic. Two heads twice the status."
Meanwhile Stoick and some Vikings made it to the catapults, surveying the situation.
"They found the sheep!" a Viking yelled, looking at the dragons carrying the sheep away
"Concentrate fire over the lower bank!" Stoick ordered
They launch the catapults catching some Nadders off guard. Suddenly something red zipped by spraying fire to the catapults.
"And then there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings went after those. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire."
Said dragon burst into flames coming face to face with Stoick on the top of the catapult tower.
"Reload! I'll take care of this." Stoick grabs a hammer ready to face the Nightmare.
As he pounded the Nightmare's face, there was a faint swish of the wind. Stoick and the Nightmare paused. The dragon flew away, while Stoick looked up to the sky. There was a faint banshee-screech that seemed to get louder. At the same time Hiccup looked up out of the forge.
"But the ultimate prize is the dragon no one has ever seen. We call it the-"
"NIGHT FURY!" a Viking yelled
"Get Down!" Gobber exclaimed
Suddenly there was a lone ball of purple-white fire that exploded on impact with the tower. With a great KABOOM! The tower began to fall apart and Stoick and his men jumped to save themselves. Suddenly the Night Fury swooped through after firing.
"This thing never steals food, never shows itself, and NEVER misses"
At that the Night Fury struck again.
"No one has ever killed a Night Fury. That why I'm going to be the first."
In the forge, Gobber changes his Hammer-hand to an ax.
"Man the fort Hiccup, they need me out there." Gobber replied. He paused in his stride and looked back at Hiccup.
"Stay. Put. There. You know what I mean. AAAAAHHHH!" Gobber yells as he charges into battle.
In less than a minute. Wham! Hiccup pushes his bola launcher through the crowd of burly Vikings. Weaving through the ongoing mayhem as fast as his legs could carry him.
"Hiccup, where're ya going?"
"Come back here!"
"I know I'll be right back!" Hiccup called back to the other Vikings.
Hiccup runs to a cliff near and old catapult tower. He drops the handles to the ground, cranking several levers, unfolding the bow arms and cocking them back. He places a bola in the chamber and then pivots the launcher toward the night sky.
He listens, with his eye pressed to the scope, his hand twitching against the trigger.
"Come on. Givemesomethingtoshootat, givemesomethingtoshootat" he whispers sharply
As he looks towards the sky he sees the stars disappear then appear in a pattern. The banshee sound starts again, hiccup realizes it's the Night Fury and starts to track it. The sound gets louder and louder then suddenly a blast hits the tower and Hiccup pulls the trigger, falling back by the force of the launcher.
He gets up and hears a SNAP then a screeching roar, followed by a falling shape in the sky.
"Oh I hit it!? Yes I hit it! Did anyone just see that!?" Hiccup rejoices.
Suddenly there is a growl, Hiccup turns around and faces a Monstrous Nightmare.
"Except You"
With Stoick
Stoick and some other Vikings were holding down the netted Nadders. Suddenly he hears a familiar sound 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.
"DO NOT let them escape!" He ordered
In the Plaza the Vikings scatter as Hiccup dodges a near fatal blast. The Nightmare's sticky, Napalm-like fire splashes up onto buildings, setting them ablaze.
Hiccup ducks behind the last standing brazier - the last thing to cover, available. The Nightmare blasts it, spraying fire all around him. Hiccup peers around the smoldering post. No sign of the Nightmare.
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 an ember and then some.
"You're all out." Stoick said with a sneer. He punches and kicks the Nightmare repeatedly in the face, driving it away. It takes to the air and disappears. Satisfied, Stoick turns to Hiccup.
"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 almost all livestock in tow.
"Sorry, dad."
The escaped Nadders fly away with sheep in their clutches. The raid is over. The dragons have clearly won. The murmuring crowd eyes Stoick, awaiting his response.
"Okay, but I hit a Night Fury."
Stoick grabs Hiccup by the back scruff of his collar and hauls him away, fuming with embarrassment.
"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-"
"STOP! Just...stop."
He releases Hiccup. Everyone goes silent, staring expectantly.
"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!" Stoick exclaims
Hiccup looks around. All eyes are upon him.
"Between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding, don't ya think?"
A few fat Vikings stir self-consciously, looking down at their beer-bellies.
"This isn't a joke, Hiccup!" he sighs "Why can't you follow the simplest orders?"
"I can't stop myself. I see a dragon and I have to just... kill it, you know? It's who I am, Dad." He remarks
"You are many things, Hiccup. But a dragon killer is not one of them."
There is a silent agreement among the crowd as they look down on Hiccup.
"Get back to the house." Stoick orders, he then looks to Gobber.
"Make sure he gets there. I have his mess to clean up."
Stoick walks off in the opposite direction. Gobber leads Hiccup through the walk of shame. They pass the teens as they snicker.
"Quite the performance." Tuffnut remarks
"I've never seen anyone mess up that badly. That helped!" Snotlout jeered sarcastically Gobber grabs Snotlout's head and shoves him to the ground
"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.
"I really did hit one."
"Sure, Hiccup."
"He never listens."
"Well, it runs in the family."
"And when he does, it's always with this... disappointed scowl. Like someone skimped on the meat in his sandwich."
Hiccup then begins to mimic 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!"
"Now 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 replies
Hiccup gives him a look then, "Thank you, for summing that up." They reach the doorway.
"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."
Gobber eyes him sympathetically. Hiccup turns and goes through the front door... and straight out the back door as Gobber leaves. He hurries off into the woods, determined.
Stoick had gathered the Vikings into the main hall decorated with tapestries and a huge golden dragon statue being impaled by a knife. He stood at the main table with a fire pit in the middle. He had a map displayed for those around him to see.
"Either we finish them, or they'll finish us! It's the only way we'll be rid of them. If we find the nest and destroy it, the dragons will leave. They'll find another home." He pulled a knife and stabbed the map. "One more search, before the ice sets is."
"But those ships never come back."
"We're Vikings, it's an occupational hazard. Now who's with me?" Nobody spoke up. Instead they whispered words to each other. "Ok, those who stay will look after Hiccup."
Everyone immediately raised their hands.
"To the ships!"
"I'm with you Stoick." Said Spitelout.
"That's more like it" Stoick smirked
The meeting was dismissed and Stoick walked to his close friend, Gobber and sat next to him. "Guess I'll go pack my undies."
"No, I need you to stay and train some new recruits."
"Oh perfect. And while I'm busy, Hiccup can cover the stall, molten steel, razor-sharp blades, lots of time to himself. What could possibly go wrong?"
"What am I going to do with him, Gobber?" Stoick sighed.
"Put him in training with the others."
"No, I'm serious."
"So am I."
"He'd be killed before you even let the first dragon out of its cage!"
"Oh you don't know that."
"I do, actually."
"No you don't." said Gobber.
"Actually, I do."
"No, you don't!" Gobber said with more force.
"Listen, you know what he's like. From the time he could crawl, he's been…different. He doesn't listen; she has the attention span of a sparrow. I take him fishing and he goes hunting for…trolls!"
"Trolls exist!" Gobber turned. "They steal your socks. But only the left ones, what's with that?"
"When I was a boy..." Stoick began
"Oh here we go." Gobber grumbled
"My father told me to bang my head against a rock and I did it. I thought it was crazy, but I didn't question him. And you know what happened?"
"You got a headache." Gobber said rolling his eyes
"That rock split in two. It taught me what a Viking could do, Gobber. He could crush mountains, level forests, tame seas! Even as a boy, I knew what I was, what I had to become. Hiccup is not that boy." Distress apparent in Stoick's face
"You can't stop him, Stoick. You can only prepare him. Look, I know it seems hopeless. But the truth is you won't always be around to protect him. He's going to get out there again. He's probably out there now."
Gobber words may have FINALLY touched Stoick. He knew what he needed to do.
As Hiccup walked through the forest, he held his sketchbook, which showed a map of Raven Point, in his hand while walking around the area where I saw the Night Fury go down. He had tons of X marks on locations where he hadn't found the dragon. He came upon yet another potential spot and held his breath. He closed my eyes, hoping to have found it. Once he opened them, he sighed.
No dragon.
He put another X and then angrily scribbled over the map. Hiccup put the pen in his book and stuffed it in his jacket. This was crazy! He must have looked all over the entire forest!
"Oh the Gods hate me." He said to himself.
"Some people lost their knife or their mug. Not me. I manage to lose an entire dragon!" He smacked a branch, but it swung back and hit him right over my eye.
He looked at the branch, angry at it. But then, I noticed that the tree was split down the trunk…like something crashed into it. He followed the trail left in the dirt.
'No...could it really be that easy?' He thought
He slowly made his way down the trail and climbed up the little hill. He looked and saw something big and black with wings and instantly took cover behind the hill.
He poked his head up and saw that it was the Night Fury and that it wasn't moving. It was still wrapped securely in the bolas. With shaky hands, Hiccup quickly reached in for the knife in his jacket.
He took a deep breath and climbed over the hill, hiding behind a big rock for a moment. 'Ok, just relax. I can do this…It's just a dragon...a dragon that can breathe fire and maul me.' He thought to himself
He peeked out from behind the rock and saw that it wasn't moving. Then stepping out and slowly making his way to it.
"Whoa, I did it! This fixes everything! Yes! I have brought down this mighty beast!" He put his foot on the side of the dragon to make a victorious pose when it suddenly moved and let out a growl. Hiccup cried out and fell back against the rock, holding the knife out.
The dagger shook in my hands as he walked up to the dragon. He crept up to the dragon and saw it look at him with almost neon green eyes. They were green just like his
He took a deep breath. "I'm gonna kill you dragon. I'm gonna cut out your heart and take it to my father. I am a Viking. I am a Viking!" He shouted to the dragon.
The dragon looked him in the eyes. Hiccup closed his eyes and raised the knife above his head. He opened his eyes and saw that the dragon widens its eyes at him. It wasn't trying to escape...it didn't even struggle against the ropes that tied. It looked scared.
Hiccup closed his eyes again, trying to burn away the image of the dragon's eyes. He raised the knife higher and heard the dragon groan as it give in and lay its head on the ground. It wasn't even resisting...he held the knife up forever trying to find the courage to kill the monster. But those eyes…there was something about the dragon's eyes that made him hesitate.
He rested his arms on his head and let out an angry, defeated sigh.
"I did this"
Hiccup had his chance for glory, but couldn't do it. All because he was was trying to be something he wasn't.
He turns to leave. Pauses. And glances back at the dragon, chest heaving. Hiccup groans. He checks over his shoulder to ensure that no one is watching... then hurries back to cut the ropes. The Night Fury's eyes shoots open. With the dragon watching his every move, Hiccup hurriedly cuts through the bolas.
As the last rope falls free, the Night Fury suddenly pounces! In a blur, the dragon is upon him, pinning Hiccup down, grazing his neck. Looking like it's about to kill him. Hiccup is paralyzed.
The dragon's breath ruffles his hair. Hiccup opens his eyes to find the Night Fury's wolf-like stare boring into him. The exchange is intense. The dragon draws a deep breath, as though it's about to blast him, then lets out an ear-piercing roar instead.
It turns and takes flight, flapping violently through the canopy of trees. It bashes against a nearby boulder, recovers, and drops out of view some distance away.
Winded, Hiccup struggles to his feet, staggers a few steps, collapses to his knees, and faints.
Back at the house Hiccup enters to see... Stoick, seated on his chair. He is slouched over the fire-pit, stirring the coals with his ax handle. Embers waft around his beard. Hiccup tries to sneak past, up the stairs to his room. Stoick seems none the wiser, when...
"Hiccup"
"Dad. Uh..." Stoick stands, takes a deep breath. "I, uh... I have to talk to you, Dad."
"I need to speak with you too, son."
"I've decided I don't want to fight dragons."
"I think it's time you learn to fight dragons."
"What?" they say at the same time
"You go first." Stoick offered
"No, you go first."
"Alright. You get your wish. Dragon training. You start in the morning."
"Oh man, I should've gone first." Hiccup panicked
"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 Viki-"
"You'll need this." Stoick hands Hiccup his ax. Hiccup almost crumbles under its weight.
"I don't want to fight dragons."
"Come on. Yes, you do."
"Rephrase. Dad I CAN'T kill dragons."
"But you will kill dragons."
"No, I'm really very extra sure that I won't."
"It's time Hiccup."
"Can you not hear me?"
"This is serious son!" Stoick straightens the ax into Hiccup's hands. Its weight drags him down. He looks up to see Stoick under-lit with firelight.
"When you carry this ax... 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." He gestured to Hiccup
"You just gestured to all of me."
"Deal?"
"This conversation is feeling very one-sided."
"DEAL?!" Hiccup glances at the ax in his hands. It's a no-win argument.
"Deal." Hiccup replied
Satisfied, Stoick grabs his helmet and duffel satchel... and heads for the door.
"Good. Train hard. I'll be back. Probably."
"And I'll be here. Maybe." Stoick heads out the door, leaving Hiccup holding the ax.
"Welcome to dragon training!"
The recruits file through the gate, and out onto the arena floor. They take it in like gladiators entering the coliseum. The walls are covered in scorched silhouettes of blasted Vikings. It's a grim yet awe-inspiring place.
"No turning back." Astrid whispers as she walks down the ramp.
"I hope I get some serious burns." Tuffnut replies excitedly
"I'm hoping for some mauling, like on my shoulder or lower back." Ruffnut added
"Yeah, it's only fun if you get a scar out of it." Astrid smirked
"Yeah, no kidding, right? Pain. Love it." A voice said sarcastically. The recruits turn to see Hiccup behind them. They all begin to groan.
"Oh great. Who let him in?" Tuffnut whined
"Let's get started! The recruit who does best will win the honor of killing his first dragon in front of the entire village." Gobber explains
"Hiccup already killed a Night Fury, so does that disqualify him or...?" The recruits laugh and chatter in the background.
"Can I transfer to the class with the cool Vikings?" Tuffnut calls out
Gobber throws a supportive arm around Hiccup and ushers him along.
"Don't worry. You're small and 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." Gobber chuckles
Gobber pushes him in line with the others and continues on toward five massive reinforced doors. Terrible ROARS and BELLOWS issue from within.
"Behind these doors are just a few of the many species you will learn to fight."
Fishlegs bounces and giggles with excitement, barely able to contain himself.
"The Deadly Nadder."
"Speed eight. Armor sixteen."
"The Hideous Zippleback."
"Plus eleven stealth. Times two."
"The Monstrous Nightmare."
"Firepower fifteen."
"The Terrible Terror."
"Attack eight. Venom twelve."
"CAN YOU STOP THAT?!" .And...The Gronckle."
"Jaw strength, eight." Fishlegs whispers to Hiccup
Gobber pulls a lever, raising the cross beam on the last of the doors.
"Whoa, wait! Aren't you gonna teach us first!?" Snotlout asked scared
"I believe in learning on the job."
BAM! A GRONCKLE thunders out of its pen, charging into the ring like a raging rhino. The recruits scramble in every direction. Except for Ruffnut and Tuffnut who rush toward it, like the idiots they were.
"Today is about survival. If you get blasted, you're dead. Quick, what's the first thing you're going to need?"
"A doctor?" Hiccup replies
"Plus five speed?" Fishlegs added
"A shield." Astrid answered
"Shields. Go." Gobber ordered
The recruits scramble for shields, finding them scattered around the ring.
"Your most important piece of equipment is your shield. If you must make a choice between a sword or a shield, take the shield." Gobber says helping Hiccup to lift his shield.
Gobber helps him and sends him running. Ruff and Tuff stand amidst a dozen shields. But only one has a skull painted on it. They both grab it.
"Get your hands off my shield!" Tuffnut yelled
"There are like a million shields!" Ruffnut countered
"Take that one; it has a flower on it. Girls like flowers."
Ruffnut uses the shield to BASH Tuffnut in the face. He doesn't let go.
"Ooops, now this one has blood on it." She said handing back the shield, while still holding on
The Gronckle takes aim at the distracted twins. Blam! The shield is blasted out of both of their hands. Tuff and Ruff SPIN like tops and go down.
"Tuffnut, Ruffnut, you're out!"
"What?!" the twins say dazed
The Gronckle scoops up a pile of rocks and SWALLOWS them whole. The teens gather on the far side of the ring.
"Those shields are good for another thing: noise, make lots of it to throw off a dragon's aim."
The kids scoop up weapons and begin hammering on their shields. The Gronckle shakes its head at the clatter. The dragon's vision has become blurry and scrambled.
"It's working."
"All dragons have a limited number of shots. How many does a Gronckle have?"
"Five!" Snotlout called
"No six." Fishlegs interjected. Fishlegs beamed at his dragon knowledge.
"Correct, six. That's one for each of you!" Gobber cheered
"I really don't think my parents woul-"
BAM! Fishlegs has his shield blasted away.
"Fishlegs out."
"AAAhhh!" Fishlegs screamed
Gobber spots Hiccup hiding from the Gronckle's molten slugs.
"Hiccup, get in there!"
Astrid was bouncing on her heels, ready to dodge a blast. Suddenly Snotlout appears, trying to hit on her.
"So anyway I'm moving into my parents' basement. You should come by sometime to work out. You look like you work out-" She cartwheels out of the way, allowing a shot to shoot past her and hit Snotlout's shield. He's blasted onto his back.
"Snotlout! You're done!"
Astrid ROLLS to a stop beside Hiccup who, stirs awkwardly, tries to look cool.
"So, I guess it's just you and me huh?"
"No, just you." Astrid said. Astrid ROLLS away. A split-second later a lava slug knocks Hiccup's shield, clear off of his arm. Hiccup is exposed.
"One shot left!
Hiccup panics and chases after his shield as it rolls across the ring. The sudden movement sends the Gronckle chasing after him, leaving Astrid in the clear.
"HICCUP!" Gobber yelled worried
The Gronckle drives straight toward Hiccup, pinning him against the wall. It opens its mouth and cocks its tail, ready to fire point-blank. Gobber lunges in and hooks the Gronckle's mouth at the last second, causing its head to jerk back and fire against the stone wall above Hiccup's head.
"AND THAT'S SIX!" Gobber wrestles the irate Gronckle back into his pen.
"Go back to bed, ya overgrown sausage! You'll get another chance, don't you worry."
SLAM! LOCK! Gobber turns to the recruits.
"Remember... a dragon will always; (with a stern look to Hiccup) always go for the kill." He hoists Hiccup to his feet and walks off. Hiccup looks overhead to see a steaming pit in the solid stone wall.