We're leaving! Let's pack up. Looks like you and me are taking a little vacation. Forever....

Hiccup: [to Toothless] We're leaving! Let's pack up. Looks like you and me are taking a little vacation. Forever. [he bends over his pack] Hiccup: Ah man. [looking up, he sees Astrid sitting on a boulder, sharpening her axe] Hiccup: Agh! What the... uh, uh, what are you doing here? Astrid: I want to know what's going on. [she jumps down and menaces him with the axe] Astrid: No one just *gets* as good as you do. *Especially* you. Start talking! Are you training with someone? Hiccup: Uh, uh, training? I didn't... Astrid: [grabbing his flight gear] It better not involve *this*... Hiccup: I, I know, this... looks really bad, but, you see, this is uh... [there's a rustling behind them and she looks over his shoulder toward the noise] Hiccup: [trying to distract her] Uh, you're right! You're right, you're right. I, I'm through with the lies, I've been making... outfits! So, you got me. It's time everyone knew. Drag me back, go ahead... here we go... [she twists his arm, throwing him to the ground] Hiccup: OW! Why would you *do* that? Astrid: That's for the lies! And *that's*... [she drops the butt of her axe on his chest] Astrid: ... for everything else! [Toothless emerges a few feet away] Hiccup: Oh man... Astrid: [gasps and throws them both to the ground] Get down! [Toothless charges, she pushes Hiccup away and raises her axe] Astrid: RUN! RUN! Hiccup: [grabbing the axe and throwing it away] No! No! It's okay, it's okay! [to Toothless] Hiccup: She's a friend. [to Astrid, holding Toothless back] Hiccup: You scared him. Astrid: *I* scared *him*? Who is "him"? Hiccup: Uh... Astrid, Toothless! Toothless, Astrid. [Toothless snarls, Astrid shakes her head in bewilderment and runs off] Hiccup: Duh-duh-duh, we're dead!

Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that. Morning! - What are you doing here?! - Get inside! - What are you doing out?! - Get back inside! Hiccup! What is he doing? What are you doing out?! Get inside! That's Stoick the Vast, chief of the tribe. 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. Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare. - Any Night Furies? - None so far. Good. Hoist the torches! Nice of you to join the party! I thought you'd been carried off! Who, me? No, come on, I'm way too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this. They need toothpicks, don't they? The meathead with attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber. I've been his apprentice since I was little. Well, littler. Move to the lower defenses. We'll counterattack with the catapults. Hurry! See? Old village, lots and lots of new houses. Fire! Let's go! That's Fishlegs, Snotlout, the twins: Ruffnut and Tuffnut... ...and... ...Astrid. Their job is so much cooler. Come on. Let me out, please. I need to make my mark. You've made plenty of marks, all in the wrong places. Please, two minutes. I'll kill a dragon. My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date. You can't lift a hammer. You can't swing an axe.