How to Train Your Dragon 2 Page #2

Just give us back our dragon,

and we'll go...

Strange, hostile person

whom we've never met.

Oh, where are my manners?

I'm Eret... Son of Eret.

Finest dragon trapper alive.

After all... It's not just anyone

who can capture a Night Fury.

And this is Toothless.

He says we're going. Now.

Hah! They all say that.

Rush 'em, lads!

Stormfly, come on! Go! Go!

You will never hold on to

those dragons! You hear me?!

Drago is coming for them all!

- Come on, Meatlug!

- Whoo-hoo!

- Hey there, Stoick!

- Hey, how are you? Beautiful day.

- Hello, Spitelout. Great race.

- Yeah...

Oh! Sorry, Mrs. Ack. Any sign of him?

Eh! He's probably flown off

the edge of the world by now.

You sure you want that

kid running the village?

- You can still delay your retirement.

- Oh, he's ready. You'll see.

There he is! Huh? The pride of Berk!

Who finally decided to

show up for work. Yay.

Sorry, got held up. Hey, uh,

Dad, could I have a word?

Something you're itching to tell me?

Uh, not quite the itch you're

thinking of, but, yes.

Oh, good man! Now, lesson one:

A chief's first duty is

to his people, so... 41!

Well, can we just

talk in private for...

- Forty...

- That's me! That's me! I'm next!

- Hey, I was ahead of you!

- If we could just talk...

Excuse me. I've been here

all day. Okay, okay...

I want one of those high

seaters with lots of spikes...

- and a big storage compartment!

- Absolutely! You got it, sir.

Dad, this is actually a little more

important than building saddles.

Ah, lesson two:
No task is too small

when it comes to serving your people.

- But, Dad...

- Oh, excuse us, grump.

- Can we just talk...

- Yah! Grump!

You let the forge die down again!

That's it, grump!

You're going up for adoption.

- Okay, uh...

- There you go.

- Dad...

- Go on. Have away.

Yeah, but seriously, I really need to tell

you about this new land we came across.

- Another one?

- Any new dragons?

We didn't stick around to find out.

These folks weren't

particularly friendly.

Oh, really? Your Night Fury and

Deadly Nadder didn't bring them...

- cheering to the rooftops?

- No, this was different.

Not the standard run-for-the-hills

hoo-ha I've come to enjoy.

These guys were trappers.

Dragon trappers.

You should have seen their fort.

All blown apart and stuck in giant

spikes of ice. It was weird.

I've never seen anything like it.

And worst of all, they thought we did it!

You know, you two are gonna get yourselves

in serious trouble one of these days.

Not everyone appreciates

this way of life.

Aye, Gobber's right, son.

Best we keep to our own.

Besides, you'll have more important

uses for your time. Huh-huh?

Once we make the big announcement!

They are building a dragon army.

Or-or at least the guy

they work for is. Uh...

"Dargo... bloody fist" or something.

I'll bloody his fist with my face

if he tries to take my dragon!

Or mine!

- Ugh! You're such a moron.

- A beautiful moron.

Yeah.

Bludvist? Drago Bludvist?

Uh, yeah. Wait... you know him?

- Ground all dragons!

- What? Why?

Seal the gates!

Lower the storm doors!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait,

wait. What is happening?

Come on! You heard

the man, lock it down!

No dragon or Viking sets foot off

this island until I give the word!

Wait, because some guy you knew is

stirring up trouble in some faraway land?

Because Drago Bludvist is a madman

without conscience or mercy.

And if he's built a dragon army,

gods help us all.

- Get them into their pens!

- Aye, Stoick.

- Quickly!

- Then let's ride back out there.

We'll follow those trappers to Drago

and talk some sense into him.

No. We fortify the island.

- It's our duty to keep the peace.

- Peace is over, Hiccup.

- I must prepare you for war.

- War?

Dad, if Drago's coming for our dragons,

we can't wait around for him to get here.

Let's go find him and

change his mind.

No, some minds won't

be changed, Hiccup.

Berk is what you need to worry about.

A chief protects his own.

Secure the stables!

Latch every stall!

- Hiccup, don't.

- I have to.

This way! Quickly!

Hiccup!

Come on!

Hiccup!

Keep your eyes peeled, lads!

With this wind,

we'll reach Drago by daybreak.

So best we fill this ship

up with dragons, and quick!

- It's no time to be picky!

- Uh, Eret?

Not if we want to keep our...

heads! Off the port quarter!

Net them, lads! Take them down!

There's two of them! Up on the left!

You're not getting away this time.

Fire!

Reload!

Come on, reload! Incoming!

And here I was, worried we

might turn up empty-handed.

Nope. It's your lucky day.

We give up.

That's one Night Fury, uh,

one Deadly Nadder, and...

Two of the finest Dragon

Riders west of Luk Tuk.

That ought to make

the boss happy, right?

Excuse us.

- What are you doing?

- Toothless, stay.

Uh, the dragons don't really

care for cramped spaces,

so they'll just hang out with you.

They won't be any trouble.

Unless you do that. You know,

wooden boats, big ocean...

- H-how is your swimming?

- Not good.

Oops. Almost forget.

Can't have armed prisoners.

How is this a plan?

Just what every dragon trapper needs.

One end coats the blade in

monstrous nightmare saliva.

The other sprays hideous

zippleback gas.

All it takes is a spark, and...

Oh, yeah, there you go.

Once they see you

as one of their own,

even the testiest dragons

can be trained. Right, bud?

Give me that!

What game are you playing?

Uh, no game. We just

want to meet Drago.

Why?

Because I'm going to change

his mind about dragons.

He can be really persuasive.

Once you've earned his loyalty, there

is nothing a dragon won't do for you.

You won't be changing

any minds around here.

I can change yours,

right here, right now.

Uh, may I?

- Watch it!

- Dragon Riders!

Put me down!

- Snotlout, what-what are you doing?

- See how well I protect and provide?

- What is with all the nets?

- Hey, watch it! That was...

Close.

Oh, my.

Me likey.

Take me.

Hold your fire!

Um, what are you guys doing here?

- We're here to rescue you!

- I don't need to be rescued.

Enough!

Well, didn't you just

pick the wrong ship, eh?

I am Eret, Son of... Eret...

I...

Get this thing off me.

Anyone else?

Hmm, that's what I figured.

You, saddle up. We're going home.

No.

Of all the irresponsible...

I'm trying to protect our

dragons and stop a war.

- How is that irresponsible?

- Because war is what he wants, son!

Years ago, there was a great

gathering of chieftains...

to discuss the dragon

scourge we all faced.

Into our midst came a

stranger from a strange land,

covered in scars and draped

in a cloak of dragon skin.

He carried no weapon

and spoke softly,

saying that he, Drago Bludvist,

was a man of the people,

devoted to freeing mankind

from the tyranny of dragons.

He claimed that he alone

could control the dragons,

and that he alone could

keep us safe, if...

we chose to bow down and follow him.

- Stupid.

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