Watching the HTTYD Franchise

Chapter 2: How to Train Your Dragon

[The scene cuts to the Great Hall, where everyone is gathered.]

Stoick: 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.

"Chief, if Berk burnt to the ground, would we leave?" Astrid asks.

"Of course not!" He exclaims. "It's our home."

"Then what in Thor's name made you think the dragons would leave?" She asks again.

"I didn't think of that," Stoick replies, embarrassed.

"Also, hypothetically, Chief, even if the dragons did leave, they would've just gone to the next island," Fishlegs adds.

"Wait," Snotlout says. "Isn't Berk... oh no."

"Wow, Snotlout, that has to be one of the smartest things you've noticed in your life," Astrid says.

Viking: Those ships never come back.

Stoick: We're Vikings! It's an occupational hazard! Now who's with me?

Viking: Today's not good for me. I've gotta do my axe returns.

Stoick: Alright. Those who stay will look after Hiccup.

"Feeling the love, dad," Hiccup calls out.

Phlegma: To the ships!

Spitelout: I'm with you, Stoick!

Stoick: That's more like it.

Gobber: Right, I'll pack my undies.

"Ewww!" Everyone exclaims.

Stoick: No, I need you to stay and train some new recruits.

Gobber: [Sarcastically] 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?

"I wasn't that bad," Hiccup protests.

Stoick: What am I going to do with him, Gobber?

Gobber: Put him in training with the others.

Stoick: No, I'm serious.

Gobber: So am I.

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

"Again," Hiccup says. "I wasn't that bad."

Gobber: Oh, you don't know that.

Stoick: I do know that, actually.

Gobber: No, you don't.

Stoick: No, actually, I do.

Gobber: No, you don't!

"Real mature guys," the auburn-haired girl sighs, rolling her eyes.

Stoick: 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!

"I was seven!" Hiccup exclaims. He continues, imitating  Gobber. "Trolls exist! They steal your socks. But only the left ones. What's with that?"

Gobber: Trolls exist! They steal your socks. But only the left ones. What's with that?

Stoick facepalms.

Stoick: When I was a boy...

"Oh, here we go," Hiccup sighs.

Gobber: Oh, here we go.

Stoick: 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," Spitelout deadpans.

Gobber: You got a headache.

"The rock split in two!" The blonde boy exclaims excitedly.

Stoick: That rock split in two.

Stoick turns to look at him.

"How did you know that?" He asks.

"I heard it somewhere," he replies.

It taught me what a Viking could do, Gobber. He could- 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.

"Thank Thor for that," Tuffnut says.

"Yeah, if he were that boy, we'd still be fighting dragons," Ruffnut adds.

Gobber: You can't stop him, Stoick. You can only prepare him. Look, 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.

"Knowing him?" Astrid comments. "He definitely was."