Dragons: Race to the Edge

This changes everything.

Well, very good patrol, Astrid. The Edge is secure.

Uh-oh. I know that look.

Where are all the Night Terrors? Aren't they supposed to be on watch?

They're our last line of defense.

Tuffnut!

Yeah, that's good. Right over there. Perfect. Okay. Yes.

Uh, what are you two doing?

What does it look like we're doing? Dragon training!

You would think that you, of all people, would recognize that.

Prepare to be amazed, my friend. Okay, ready, little guy?

Shake!

Right?

See, you thought it'd be a handshake, he'd put out his paw, but I taught him--

No, we understand. I'm just not sure how useful a skill that is.

That's not all. You wanna see him get my slippers?

These dragons are not our pets, Tuffnut.

They're an integral part of our security system.

He can solve math problems by stomping his foot, as long as the answer is three.

She has a point, Tuffnut. And you have a pet already.

Eh.

Dagur could park a whole fleet right offshore

and we wouldn't even know they were there

because the Night Terrors aren't on their perches.

Lighten up, Astrid. Dagur doesn't even know where Dragon's Edge is.

Not yet. But if you guys don't take this seriously, he will soon enough.

I say bring it on! Let him bring that weak sauce in here.

Hookfang and I will pummel his deranged butt.

Ah!

Oh, dear.

What is it?

It's Berk. And it's not good.

Son, I'm glad you're here.

Who did this? Dagur?

It was a hit-and-run attack.

Catapults and volleys of fire arrows. Hit a few buildings in town.

Astrid, one of them was your parents' house.

You should probably head over to...

Relax, lass. Your parents are fine. They were at the yak races.

I'm sorry we couldn't save your house.

If they had been home, Gobber--

But they weren't.

It'll be all right, lass.

We'll get this place rebuilt good as new.

All right, now that the fires are out, Sven, you start the wall repairs.

Bucket, you're in charge of roofs.

Snotlout, Ruff, Tuff, you ferry whatever supplies they need.

Fishlegs, you and Meatlug do the heavy lifting. I'll go looking for Dagur.

It was a strange attack, son. A single ship.

It fired a few salvos, and then just, turned tail and ran.

That's not Dagur's style. Why attack at all?

-Good question. -I'll ask him when I find him.

He was heading north. That's your best bet.

Let's go, bud.

Uh, is Meatlug okay?

Of course, she'll be fine.

But all that taking off and landing is tough on her insoles.

Oh, okay.

I couldn't find any sign of Dagur, but he did have a full day's head start on me.

How'd you two do on the repairs?

Awesome. We fixed so many houses.

Yeah, but everybody was so grateful. They just,

gave us all this food.

They also gave us this furniture.

They just left it in front of their houses for us.

Hiccup! It's a terrible tragedy!

Someone's been looting the burned houses, taking food, furniture...

anything valuable they can get their hands on.

That's horrible! What kind of world do we live in?

Don't worry, Sven. I'm pretty sure it'll reappear. Very quickly.

Astrid, how's your family?

They're okay. Their house...

The house I grew up in, is gone.

Hey, Astrid, do you need a shoulder to cry on?

Pain.

Thanks, Snotlout, I really needed that.

You're welcome.

I know my role.

Listen up, everyone. Dagur was last seen fleeing due north.

By my calculations, he could be heading out of the archipelago.

So, we go back to Dragon's Edge first thing tomorrow.

We'll use that as our base to search for him.

Just go back to your houses, get a good night's sleep.

Where are you guys staying tonight?

I figured Stormfly and I would just bed down here.

What a coincidence. I'm sleeping here, too.

Why? You have a warm bed and house.

Yeah, but, the way my dad snores, sawing logs, you know.

Toothless and I wouldn't get a wink.

Yeah, Meatlug and I were gonna stay here too, just for old times' sake.

Uh-uh. Nobody is having a sleepover.

Without Hookfang and me.

Thanks, guys. This is kind of nice.

Can't sleep, eh?

Not a wink.

Can't stop thinking about what you might have done to prevent the attack?

There's nothing you could have done. You know that.

I know that up here, but in my gut--

You still blame yourself.

I know the feeling. We're warriors, you and I. Sworn to protect.

How do I make this feeling go away?

You don't. You can't.

So, you own it. You remember it.

And you do everything you can to make sure you never feel it again.

Come on, I'll check the docks with you.

Hey. You get any sleep last night?

Eh, I spent most of the night thinking.

So we slept on the ground for Astrid?

Yes, in a show of support.

Wow, I completely missed that!

Ow, my back.

Ah, thanks, Hookfang.

Well, we're wings up in an hour. Let me help you with your gear.

Hiccup, I've made a decision.

I'm not going back to Dragon's Edge. I'm staying here, on Berk.

Whoa! You're staying here? When did you decide this?

Last night, when I was talking to your father.

We're warriors, Hiccup. We live by a code.

I'm not leaving Berk defenseless again. I can't.

Astrid, one dragon wouldn't have made a difference.

I know that. Hiccup, I'm gonna stay and train new riders.

-What? -An auxiliary.

A backup team just for situations like this.

That's, uh, actually a pretty good idea.

I couldn't help overhearing your conversation, because I was eavesdropping.

If you need instructors for this new dragon-training deal, I'm your man.

A Snotlout-trained rider will be able to anticipate his dragon's every move.

It's like chess, except I don't know how to play chess.

See what I mean? Checkmate.

Sorry, Snotlout, but I'll be doing all the training myself.

This is something I need to do, Hiccup.

Okay, change of plan.

Snotlout, twins, Fishlegs, you'll follow Dagur's trail north of the Archipelago.

If you don't find him, resupply at the Edge and keep searching.

Hiccup, what part of "I'll be doing all the training" wasn't clear to you?

I'll just patrol the area around Berk, in case Dagur doubled back.

You won't even know we're here. Right, bud?

Okay, then.

This all assumes anyone would even want to tryout for our B-team.

Nice turnout.

Yeah, look at them, fresh-faced and full of dreams.

Dreams that are soon to be crushed.

Huh, Hiccup, were we ever that young?

Snotlout, is that your dad?

What! Hiccup, you have to let me stay!

I will get to make the rules.

I will get to point out every one of his mistakes.

Not gonna happen, Snotlout.

- You owe me this! The world owes me this! - Snotlout! This is Snotlout!

Saddle up, everybody. Astrid's got work to do, and so do we.

So, you all want to be dragon riders, huh?

Looks like fun, right? Well, it isn't. It's hard.

And it's dangerous.

Dangerous? You came to the right place if you want dangerous.

That's a relief.

Stormfly, spine shot.

-Your turn. -Oh!

Hold on. I'll need to stretch first.

Limber up. I don't want to pull a hammy.

Who's next? You? You?

Okay, for those of you that are left, I suppose you'd like to meet your dragons.

-Yeah! Can't wait! -Bring it on!

Here you go. This looks like a Changewing. You get a Gronckle.

What are you laughing at? Hey look, it's a Sweeping Death.

Flying in formation can save your life.

It can hide your numbers, like the single file formation.

It can allow you to cover each other's flank or--

Nice move, Bucket. You just got everybody killed.

Sorry, everybody.