How to Train Your Dragon

This is Berk.

So far off the map that it might as well not exist.

My village?

In a word, sturdy.

It's been here for generations,

but every single building is new.

The air is crisp, the water is clean,

and the views are nothing to complain about.

The only downsides are the pests.

You see, most places have mice or mosquitoes.

We have...

Dragons.

Most people would leave.

Not us.

We're Vikings.

We don't run from fights. We start them.

-Hey! Hiccup! -Evening.

Go home!

I will just as soon as I, uh...

You're in the way again!

Hiccup, play dead!

You see, dragons have been

a bit of a problem.

Here and, well, everywhere.

So we decided to take the fight to them.

How's that working out for us?

Eh...

-Whoa! -What are you doing?

What is he doing out again?

Get inside. Go on.

That's Stoick the Vast,

chief of the tribe.

They say, when he was a baby,

he popped a dragon's head clean off its shoulders.

Do I believe it?

-Yes, I do. -What have we got?

Gronckles, Nadders, Zipplebacks, Skrills.

Snorti spotted a Monstrous Nightmare.

Any Night Furies?

None so far, Chief.

Good.

-Follow me. -Right, Chief.

Come on, you wretches!

You heard him. Come on, lads.

Oh. Out again?

Just pretend I'm not even here.

I'll be in and out before you can say...

Not so fast.

Come on, please.

The meathead with attitude

and interchangeable hands is Gobber.

Here. Go on.

I've been his apprentice

-ever since I was little. -I'm keeping my eye on you.

I'm not even supposed to be out here.

Ha! Since when did that ever stop you?

Guard the food stores.

-Aye, Chief. -Protect the livestock.

Aye, Stoick.

And keep an ear out for Night Furies.

Hammer.

Fire brigade!

Ah, the fire brigade.

Berk's cool kids.

They get to be out in the action.

Guys, out of the way!

But they're nothing

without their captain,

the shining star of our generation.

A-Amazing without even trying.

The one that smokes them all.

Astrid.

What?

Uh...

Shouldn't you be in bed?

Come on, back to work.

You know, I need to get out there.

Show my stuff, make my mark.

You've made plenty of marks, all in the wrong places.

Give me two minutes. I'll-I'll take down a dragon.

My life will get infinitely better.

I might even get a girlfriend.

There's a Zippleback behind you!

Astrid?

But she's a real Viking.

You can't wield a hammer.

You can't swing an axe.

You can't even throw one of these.

See, but this... this will throw it for me.

-Oh, another one. -It's fully redesigned.

It-it's...

-Whoa! -Whew!

It's, uh...

double-barreled.

You see, this right here... this is what I'm talking about.

Okay, this is a mild cal... mild calibration issue.

If you ever want to get out there

and start fighting dragons, you've got to stop all of...

all of this.

You just gestured to all of me.

Yeah. Stop being all of you.

Oh...

Oh, yeah.

You, sir, are playing a dangerous game.

Keeping this contained?

There will be consequences.

Well, I will take my chances.

Sword-- sharpen. Now.

One day, I'll get out there.

Because killing a dragon is everything around here.

Gronckles are tough.

Taking one down would at least get me noticed.

A Zippleback?

Exotic, exciting.

Two heads, twice the status.

Lopping off a Nadder's head

would definitely show them I belong.

Come on, lads!

They found the sheep.

Then let loose with everything we've got.

And then there's

the Monstrous Nightmare.

Reload!

Only the best Vikings go after those.

But the ultimate prize

is the dragon that no one has ever seen.

-We call it the... -Night Fury!

Jump!

And we've got a Night Fury.

Never steals food, never shows itself.

And never misses.

Time for old Gobber to take over.

Stay put here.

Here. I'm serious.

No one has ever killed a Night Fury.

Attack!

That's why I'm going to be the first.

-You again? Get back inside! -I'll make a point of it.

You're going to get yourself killed, Hiccup!

I know! Sorry.

Here, give me that.

Mind yourself!

This Nadder still has some fire in it.

Come on.

Give me something to shoot at. Give me something to shoot at.

Come on, show yourself.

I hit it.

I hit it!

Did anybody see that?

Except for you.

Oh, gods.

Spitelout, do not let that escape.

Thanks a lot.

You're all out.

Let's see what else you're made of.

Aye, that's what I thought.

Oh, and there's one more thing to know.

Look out!

Sorry, Dad.

Watch out!

Okay, but I hit a Night Fury.

Dad, this isn't like any other time.

I mean, I really hit one.

Aye, a dragon no one's ever seen.

Because it uses night as its camouflage.

If you squint, you can see it blotting out the stars.

-That's how I shot it down. -Stop!

Stop.

Every time you step outside, disaster happens.

Can you not see that I have bigger problems?

Winter is almost here,

and I have an entire village to feed.

Between you and me, the village could do

with a little less feeding.

This isn't a joke, Hiccup!

Why can't you follow the simplest orders?

Because I can't stop myself.

Okay? I see a dragon, and I have to just... kill it.

You know, i-it's... it's who I am.

You are many things, son,

but a dragon killer is not one of them.

Get back to the house.

Make sure he stays there.

How much can one person mess up?

Anyone else would have been booted off the island by now.

I guess being son of the chief has its privileges.

If not for the chief, though...

Anyway, my dad's super proud of me, so...

Dad, I was just talking...

Don't talk to me in public.

You know, I really did hit one.

Of course you did, Hiccup.

He never listens.

Well, that runs in the family.

And-and when he does,

it's always with some disappointed scowl,

like somebody forgot the meat in the stew.

I've seen that look.

Oi. You're thinking about this all wrong, eh?

It's not so much what you look like.