Dragons: Race to the Edge

This changes everything.

I warned you, Hiccup Haddock. I warned you not to betray me.

That's a very nice axe, Mr. Throk.

Is Throk a family name?

Uh...

Look, I'm all for winning friends and influencing people,

but this mission has gone talons up.

- Way up. - Two talons up.

Seize them!

Stop!

Okay, look, you're right, you were tricked,

but we were tricked too. Okay?

Viggo used us as a distraction so he could steal your Eruptodon,

but without us knowing.

We don't work with the Dragon Hunters. They're our enemies.

And yet, our Eruptodon is gone,

our village is in peril from the lava flow,

and you hold me in front of your Night Fury.

Back off, bud.

We will prove it to you.

We'll go rescue your dragon and bring it back.

I'll even leave some people here to help you fight the lava.

Only your best.

Heather's a survivalist, she's dealt with lava before.

And Ruff and Tuff...

Oh, what do we have here?

Huh, a blowgun. I'm just gonna...

Oh, no!

Dart throat stings.

Losing control of my vocal chord...

I'm fine.

Uh, let's just say they... have a lot of experience cleaning up stuff.

You can trust us. I swear it.

I accept your offer, on one condition,

I must travel with you

to save our beloved dragon.

I thought you didn't fly on dragons.

I will do whatever it takes to save The Great Protector.

But if you fail me, I will kill you. If you attempt an escape, I will kill you.

- If I think, at any time... - You will kill me. Understood.

Then it shall be done.

She's coming with us? That's totally gonna mess up our rhythm.

What rhythm?

What happened? I had a very vivid dream that I choked on a stun dart

and lost control of my vocal chords.

Come on, it's up to us to stop the lava flow.

Chocked on a stun dart.

Thor help me.

We shall not fail you, my queen.

You can fly with me and Toothless.

We'll start canvassing the...

- Dragon Hunters! - Take to the air!

Get us outta here, Hookfang!

- Whoa! - Mala!

She is definitely coming with us.

And to think you didn't want her to come, Hiccup.

Which way did they go? Tell us!

North! Viggo went North with the dragon!

Thanks, bud. Saddle up. Come on, Mala.

No. I will not be flying with you, Hiccup Haddock. I shall fly with...

him.

Me?

Oh, good. Yeah.

It's quite a rush, isn't it?

Indeed. Indeed.

Hmm. Hmm. Yes. Hmm.

Uh, why do you keep doing that? You're freakin' me out, lady, okay?

It's called personal space.

I think, with a little less mutton and a little more exercise,

you will be perfect.

- Uh, perfect for what? - To be my king.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Did you just say "king"? Hold on, I thought I heard "king."

It has been foretold that a man from afar

would come to my island and save me on the field of battle,

and that man will become my king.

Snotlout, you are that man.

Oh, my Thor, this is awesome!

Did you hear that, Hookfang?

Finally someone recognizes my worth!

Forget being chief, I'm Snotlout, King of the...

- Wait, where are you guys from? - There he is.

Viggo and the Eruptodon, traveling without any backup?

That's weird, right?

Yeah, it is, Fishlegs. He's up to something.

A funny thing happens when you remove an animal from the safety of its home.

At first, it becomes disoriented and...

Aggressive.

Then, finally, the creature accepts its fate.

It loses interest in killing its adversaries

and becomes more concerned with its own survival.

Or at the very least, it becomes someone's expensive toy.

It better survive captivity. It's worth a lot less to us dead.

All in good time, brother, all in good time.

He has a very important job to do for us first.

One that poor Hiccup will never see coming.

Why don't you two hang back? Something doesn't feel right.

And you're not used to aerial combat.

Remember, Hiccup, if you fail me...

I know, I know. You will kill me.

Or perhaps I'll have my new king do it for me.

Ah.

- You heard her right. King Snotlout! - Wait, what? How is that a thing?

Unlike you guys, she recognizes royalty when she sees it.

But don't worry, Hiccup, I'll make it a quick and painless death.

Oh, gods.

What a muttonhead.

Okay, everyone, let's ambush him before he can react.

Dragons!

Man the catapults. Archers, take down the leader.

I'm gonna take a closer look. Cover me.

Fire!

Look out, bud!

Spine shots!

Nice shooting, Stormfly.

I don't see Viggo or Ryker, they must be down below.

Then we're gonna need to clear the deck.

Hiccup and his dragon are amazing.

Yeah, I... He's okay, I guess. I don't see it.

I've never seen anything like it.

Yeah, but remember, I'm the guy

who saved you on the field of battle, right?

After the person foretold the story about the thing?

The way those two fly through the air in perfect harmony, it's magical.

You know he only has one leg, right?

Open wide, girl. It's lunch time.

Wider. Wider. Wider!

Abort!

Oh, yeah? Let's give them something to chew on, girl!

Oh!

Hmm.

- Huh? - That's far enough.

If any of 'em move, Meatlug, eat 'em.

High alert, bud, we're going below. Keep your eye out for an escape hatch.

- Hiccup... - I know. We'll be careful.

We searched everywhere. No Viggo, no Eruptodon.

The hunters he left behind on the island were another misdirect.

Oh, I hate to say it, Hiccup, but this recent failure...

I really wish there was something that could be done.

This does place me in quite a quandary.

On the one hand, your valor in battle

and the grace in which you fly your dragon are undeniable,

on the other hand...

There is a possibility.

New rulers are granted one pardon for condemned Vikings.

If you feel it is in order, my king.

Only one pardon, huh?

Oh, gosh. Save it. Use it. Save it. Use it.

Umm.

- What is he talking about? - He's a king now?

Hmm.

I mean, I suppose I could use it.

Probably score some points with the peasantry, you people.

But I wonder if it's too early in my kinghood to burn my only pardon.

I'll have to think about it.

I suggest you think faster, King Snotlout. I don't offer pardons.