How to Train Your Dragon 2

This is Berk,

the best kept secret this

side of, well... anywhere.

Granted, it may not look like much,

but this wet heap of rock packs

more than a few surprises.

Life here is amazing,

just not for the faint of heart.

You see, where most folks enjoy

hobbies like whittling or needlepoint,

we Berkians prefer...

a little something we like to call...

Dragon racing!

Ho-ho! I'm sorry, Fishlegs,

did you want that?

Oh, Snotlout, that was mine!

Here you go, babe.

Did I tell you that you look

amazing today? 'Cause you do.

Ugh! Come on, Barf.

It's starting to stink around here.

Nope, still hates you.

Let's blow this place, Belch!

All right!

Oh, yeah!

Ah, ha-ha! That's nine for the twins!

Astrid lags with three!

Fishlegs and Snotlout

trail with none!

And Hiccup is...

Nowhere to be found. Hmm.

Scared him off with the big talk,

didn't you, Stoick?

What are you doing, Snotlout?

They're gonna win now.

She's my princess...

whatever she wants, she gets.

Ruffnut? Didn't she try

to bury you alive?

Only for a few hours.

Now, dragons used to be

a bit of a problem here,

but that was five years ago.

Now they've all moved in.

And, really, why wouldn't they?

We have custom stables,

all-you-can-eat feeding stations,

a full-service dragon wash...

Even top-of-the-line fire

prevention, if I do say so myself.

- Ah, it's time, Gobber.

- Righty-ho. Last lap!

The black sheep! Come on, Stormfly!

We can still win this thing!

- Come on, Barf!

- Let's go!

Go, Meatlug!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

This is your big moment.

Have a nice flight.

Up! Up, up, up, up, up!

Good job, Meatlug!

Here you go, darling.

Mine's worth ten.

Yeah! The black sheep!

You guys are fighting for Ruffnut?

- I'm totally winning!

- We're winning together.

Oh, no!

Whoo! No one can stop me now!

Except for me.

We're attached, genius.

- Quit trying to steal all my glory!

- Hey!

Get them, Astrid!

- It's my glory!

- Always ruining everything!

- No, sheep, no glory!

- Gotcha! Ha-ha!

- Whoa!

- Astrid!

Well played!

That's my future daughter-in-law!

Whoo-hoo!

- Uh, excuse me.

- Stormfly!

Whoa!

That's 13! Astrid takes the game!

Yep, Berk is pretty much perfect.

All of my hard work has paid off.

And it's a good thing, too,

because with Vikings on

the backs of dragons...

the world just got

a whole lot bigger.

Yeah!

What do you think, bud?

You want to give this another shot?

Toothless! It'll be fine.

Ready?

Yeah...!

Yeah!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Yeah!

This is amazing!

No longer amazing. Toothless!

Oh, no!

Whoa!

That really came out of nowhere.

We-we got to work on your

solo gliding there, bud.

That, uh, locked-up tail makes for some

pretty sloppy rescue maneuvers, hey?

Looks like we found another one, bud.

Oh, what, do you want an apology?

Is that why you're pouting,

big baby boo?

Well, try this on!

Oh, you feeling it yet? Huh?

Picking up on all my heartfelt remorse?

Ah. Yeah. Oh, come on, come on,

you-you wouldn't hurt a one-legged...

Uh... Y-you're right, you're right.

You win. You win.

He's down! And it's ugly!

Dragons and Vikings...

Enemies again. Locked in

combat to the bitter...

Oh...!

You know that doesn't wash out.

So, what should we name it?

"Itchy armpit" it is.

What do you reckon, bud? Think we might

find a few Timberjacks in those woods?

The odd whispering death

or two in the rocks?

Who knows, maybe we'll finally

track down another Night Fury.

Wouldn't that be something.

So, what do you say? Just keep going?

Afternoon, milady.

Where have you been?

Hi.

Oh, winning races. What else?

The real question is,

where have you been?

- Avoiding my dad.

- Oh, no. What happened now?

Oh, you're gonna...

You're gonna love this.

I wake up, the sun's shining, terrible

terrors are singing on the rooftop,

I saunter down to breakfast thinking

all is right with the world, and I get:

"Son, we need to talk."

"Not, now, Dad. I got a whole day

of goofing off to get started."

Okay, first of all, I-I don't sound

like that. What is this character?

And-and second...

What is that thing you're

doing with my shoulders?

Yeah, that's-that's a really

flattering impersonation.

Anyway, he goes...

"You're the pride of Berk, son,

and I couldn't be prouder."

Aw, thanks, Dad. I'm pretty

impressed with myself, too.

When have I ever done

that with my hands?

- You just did!

- Okay, just...

Hold... still.

- Very serious.

- Mm-hmm.

"You're all grown up,

"and since no chief could

ask for a better successor...

- I've decided..."

- To make you chief!

Oh, my gods! Hiccup, that's amazing!

Oh...!

Y- you're gonna wear out the spring coil.

The calibration is very sensitive.

Yeah, so...

this is what I'm dealing with.

What did you tell him?

I- I didn't. By the time he

turned around, I was gone.

Huh. Well... it's a lot

of responsibility.

The map will have to wait, for sure,

and... and I'll need to fly Toothless,

since you'll be too busy, but...

I- it's not me, Astrid. All those speeches

and planning and running the village,

- that's his thing.

- I think you're missing the point.

I mean... chief. What an honor!

I'd be pretty excited.

I- I... I'm not like you.

You... know exactly who you are,

you always have, but...

I'm still looking. I know

that I'm not my father,

and I never met my mother, so...

What does that make me?

What you're searching for

isn't out there, Hiccup...

It's in here.

Maybe you just don't see it yet.

- Ugh. Ugh!

- Maybe.

But, you know...

There is something out there.

Hiccup...

Wow...

Stay close.

What happened here?

All right, e-easy, bud.

Hiccup!

- Fire!

- Astrid, look out!

Hiccup!

Watch the tail!

Tie those legs up!

Is that what I think it is?

- Stop!

- Stormfly!

What are you doing?!

Back again!

Soil my britches.

That is a Night Fury.

Thought they were all gone for good.

Looks like our luck's had a

turn for the better, lads!

Don't think Drago has one of

those... in his dragon army.

Dragon army?

Look, we don't want any trouble.

Hah! You should have thought of that

before you stole all of our dragons

and blasted our fort to bits!

- Wait.

- What are you talking about?

You think we did this?

Hah! Dragon trapping is

hard enough work as it is

without do-gooder Dragon Riders

sneaking in to rescue them.

What do-gooder...?

There are other Dragon Riders?

You mean other than your

thieving friend from last night?

You tell me. You may have an

ice-spitting dragon on your side,

but we still have a quota to fill.

How do you suppose we explain

this mess to Drago Bludvist?

Drago what-fist?

Does anything you say make sense?

He's expecting a new shipment of

dragons for his army by tomorrow.

And Drago don't take well to excuses!

This is what he gave me last

time I showed up empty-handed.

He promised to be far less

understanding in the future.

All right, look, we don't know

anything about a dragon thief

or an ice-spitting dragon or your

lunatic boss and his dragon army, okay?

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