How to Train Your Dragon

This is berk.

It's 12 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 building 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.

Most people would leave. Not us.

We're vikings. We have stubbornness issues.

My name is 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.

Morning!

- What are you doing here? - Get inside!

- What are you doing out? - Get back inside!

Hiccup! What is he doing out?

What are you doing out? Get inside!

That's stoick the vast, chief of the tribe.

They say when he was a baby,

he popped a dragon's head clean off of its shoulders.

Do I believe it? Yes, I do.

What have we got?

Gronckles. Nadders. Zipplebacks. And hoark saw a monstrous nightmare.

- Any night furies? - None so far.

Good.

Hoist the torches!

Nice of you to join the party! I thought you'd been carried off!

Who, me? No, come on, I'm way too muscular for their taste.

They wouldn't know what to do with all this.

They need toothpicks, don't they?

The meathead with attitude and interchangeable hands is gobber.

I've been his apprentice ever since I was little. Well, littler.

We move to the lower defenses. We'll counterattack with the catapults.

Hurry!

See? Old village, lots and lots of new houses.

Fire!

Let's go!

That's fishlegs, snotlout, the twins: Ruffnut and tuffnut,

and...

Astrid.

Their job is so much cooler.

Eh!

Aw, come on. Let me out, please. I need to make my Mark.

You've made plenty of marks, all in the wrong places.

Please, two minutes. I'll kill a dragon.

My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date.

You can't lift a hammer. You can't swing an ax.

You can't even throw one of these!

Okay, fine, but this will throw it for me.

Oh!

See? Now this right here is what I'm talking about!

- Mild calibration issue... - Hiccup!

If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons

you need to stop all this.

But you just pointed to all of me.

Yes, that's it! Stop being all of you.

On.

Oh, yes.

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.

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.

Gronckles are tough.

Taking down one of those would definitely get me a girlfriend.

A zippleback?

Exotic. Two heads, twice the status.

They found the sheep!

Concentrate fire over the lower bank.

- Hurry up! - Fire!

And then there's the monstrous nightmare.

Only the best vikings go after those.

They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire.

Reload! I'll take care of this.

But the ultimate prize is the dragon no one's ever seen. We call it the...

Night fury!

Get down!

Jump!

This thing never steals food, never shows itself and...

Never misses.

No one has ever killed a night fury. That's why I'm going to be the first.

Man the fort, hiccup. They need me out there.

Stay. Put. There.

You know what I mean.

- Where are you going? - Yeah, I know!

- Hiccup! - Be right back!

Let's get him!

Mind yourselves! The devils still have some juice in them!

Come on. Give me something to shoot at. Give me something to shoot at.

Oof!

I hit it. Yes, I hit it!

Did anybody see that?

Except for you.

Ugh!

- Do not let them escape! - Right!

You're all out.

Oh, and there's one more thing you need to know.

Sorry, dad.

Okay, but I hit a night fury.

Whaal! It's not like the last few times, dad! I really, actually hit it!

You guys were busy. I had a very clear shot.

It went down off raven point. Let's get a search party...

Stop!

Just stop.

Every time you step outside, disaster follows.

Can you not see that I have bigger problems?

Winter is almost here and I have an entire village to feed!

Between you and me, the village could do

with a little less feeding, don't you think?

This isn't a joke, hiccup!

Why can't you follow the simplest orders?

I can't stop myself. I see a dragon and I have to just kill it.

It's who I am, dad.

Agh... you're many things, hiccup. But a dragon killer is not one of them.

Get back to the house. Make sure he gets there.

I have his mess to clean up.

Quite the performance.

I've never seen anyone mess up that badly. That helped.

Thank you, thank you. I was trying.

Owl!

- I really did hit one. - Sure, hiccup.

- He never listens. - It runs in the family.

When he does, it's with this disappointed scowl,

like someone skimped on the meat in his sandwich.

"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 fishbone."

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.

Thank you for summing that up.

Look, the point is, stop trying so hard to be something you're not.

I just want to be one of you guys.

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!

One more search before the ice sets in.

Those ships never come back.

We're vikings. It's an occupational hazard. Now, who's with me?

Count me out.

- Today's no good for me. - I have to do my ax returns.

All right. Those who stay will look after hiccup.

- To the ships! - I'm with you, stoick!

That's more like it.

Right, I'll 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?

Put him in training with the others.

- No, I'm serious. - Soam I.

He'd be killed before you let the first dragon out of its cage.

- You don't know that. - I do, actually.

- No, you don't. - No, actually, I do.

No, you don't.

Listen, you know what he's like.

From the time he could crawl, he's been... different.

He doesn't listen. He has the attention span of a sparrow.

I take him fishing and he goes hunting for... for trolls!

Trolls exist. They steal your socks.

But only the left ones. What's with that?

- When I was a boy... - Here we go.

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.

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.

You can't stop him, stoick.

You can only prepare him.

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.

Oh, the gods hate me.

Some people lose their knife or their mug. Not me.

I manage to lose an entire dragon.

Owl!

Oh, wow. I did it.

Oh, I did it. This fixes everything! Yes!

I have brought down this mighty beast!

I'm going to kill you, dragon.

Then I'll cut out your heart and take it to my father.

I am a viking. I am a viking!

I did this.

Agh...

Hiccup.

Dad... uh...

I have to talk to you, dad.

I need to speak with you, too, son.

- I don't want to fight dragons. - It's time you learn to fight dragons.