How to Train Your Dragon: The Hidden World

Subtitles by explosiveskull

Quiet!

What are you?

Shh.

Oh.

You're a demon!

No, no. I'm not a demon.

I'm not a demon.

See? Just a guy.

Just a guy here to rescue these dragons, so, uh...

- But you walked through fire! - Dragon scales!

Dragons shed a lot.

No, I know a demon when I see one.

No human legs are that skinny.

Think that's a good entrance? Get a load of me.

I knew it! More demons!

Ah, it's really just a nitwit

who forgot to fireproof his butt.

Hot, hot, hot, hot!

Guys, no, not yet!

- Behold, your worst nightmare. - Behold.

Along with his sister, who insisted on coming.

That's my intro?

Guys, too soon. You always come in too soon.

Sorry, still getting the hang of my wings.

Fishlegs, again with the baby?

- This is a raid. - I couldn't find a sitter.

Demons everywhere!

It's the end of the world!

Astrid. I had him right where I wanted him.

And now he's right where I wanted him.

Let's get to work.

Okay, we screwed that up,

but at least nobody else knows we're here.

Easy, girl. It's okay.

We're gonna get you out of here.

A Crimson Goregutter!

Look at this weirdo.

Bet it's super-dumb.

Why can't I get this cage open?

It slides.

Obviously.

Attack!

- Get the rescues out of here! - Get that Night Fury!

No running on the deck!

It's slippery. You could fall.

Step aside! Let me handle the tough guy stuff.

- Huh? - Whoa.

Yeah! That's two for me.

Look out!

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no! - Sorry!

Ha!

Thank you.

Now, go get the rest, bud.

I thought this was supposed to be a stealth mission.

Yeah, they always start that way.

Look out!

Thanks, Stormfly!

Oh, stop worrying.

They'll get it.

Eventually.

Move out! We got 'em all.

I'm gonna headlock every last one of you.

I might even leg-lock you.

- Let's go, let's go, let's go! - Amateurs.

- I was just getting started. - Clear out, guys!

Go, go!

Don't let them get away!

Good hustle, boys!

Toothless, time to go!

Oh.

Hey, guys.

You always have my back, bud.

This is Berk, your new home away from home.

A stunning, one-stop,

all-expense-paid dream destination.

So, settle in and let your worries melt away.

The service here soars, the cuisine is fiery...

...and the locals are as colorful as you get.

Any run-of-the-mill paradise boasts beaches and sunshine.

Well, not us.

We've got something no one else can touch.

- We, my friend, have dragons. - Make room!

They're coming!

Lots and lots of dragons.

Gang, meet our latest Berkians.

Welcome to paradise, mate.

- Our home is your home. - Well, aren't you a beauty!

- Ah, you're welcome. You're welcome. - Ah.

I took on, like, a hundred trappers.

A-a thousand trappers.

All with burning undies.

My thick, full beard almost caught on fire.

Ugh. Just-just stop.

So, uh, Hiccup's mom,

any notes on my bone-crushing assault,

or was it pretty much perfect?

Oh, it was indescribable.

And please, call me Valka. It has been a year.

First-name basis.

I think the real hero of the day was Toothless.

Isn't that right, bud?

What would we do without you, oh, king of dragons?

What would we do?

Well, we could train a lot harder, for one.

That was pretty sloppy.

Astrid, uh, does have a point.

Perhaps you all rely a little bit too much on your dragons

and not enough on one another.

See? That's exactly what I was saying.

Just listen up, guys.

Yeah, your mom's super impressed with me.

I'm like the son she always wanted.

Fishmeat.

You found a new friend.

- Mind your heads! - Whoa! - Oh!

What good is having the king of dragons around

if he can't keep the order?

Hey, bud, do you want to do something here or...?

And where do you suppose we put these ones?

Ah, we'll make room.

You brought back a Hobgobbler!

They're a bad omen. We're cursed.

Nonsense.

What harm could he do?

No injuries.

They're all a little shaken but otherwise healthy.

Now, who's hungry?

Point is you can't keep bringing dragons back here.

Come on, boy.

You're just asking for trouble.

No, you don't, you little thief!

Those trappers are getting closer by the day.

We can handle them. We have the alpha.

Ain't that right, bud?

Would you look at how happy they are?

She's awesome.

Gobber, relax. We did it.

The world's first dragon-Viking utopia.

We made the dream a reality.

Your dream maybe. Mine's less crowded and more...

...sanitary.

Gobber, you're not fooling anybody.

I know you love them.

You're supposed to be the generation

that leads us into the future.

Food fight!

Ooh, gorgeous.

- Watch the hair! - Good, Fishmeat.

- Ugh! God help us. - Right between the eyes!

Time to stop worrying about problems out there...

- Gobber. - ...and start sorting out the ones right here.

Okay, okay.

I-I'll think about it.

Hang up those saddles and get married.

The "M" word.

Gross. Unless it's me.

Start ruling like a proper royal couple.

Marry him, please.

You're the only one with any sense around here.

With you wearing the pants, there's still hope.

- Wow! - Gobber...

Not awkward at all.

Astrid, don't be like that.

Whoa. That is a definitive no.

Look, if you need a beard to cry on,

just lean on my shoulder and you can cry into

my full, thick beard.

Oh, thank you, Tuffnut.

Thank you.

So much.

Eret, son of Eret!

What's the report?

Two more trapper barges spotted in the strait.

So we go after them.

- What? - One day,

you're gonna pick a fight you can't win.

Archers!

- Dragon killers. - Stay on your guard.

Deathgrippers.

Back! Do what I say, now!

Do what I say!

Grab the other head on that Zippleback!

You belong to the...

The dragon riders attacked us here,

off the Eastern Strait.

- Ragnar. - Um, sorry.

My dear warlords.

How go your plans to conquer the world?

Grimmel, my old friend.

Thank you for coming.

Oh!

A year since Drago's defeat,

and no further along with your dragon army, I see.

You can thank the young chief of Berk for that.

Stoick's boy?

Yep, he and his peace-loving dragon riders

continue to raid our ships and steal our dragons.

Mm. That does sound like a nuisance.

But I'm in the business of killing dragons,