Gift Of The Night Fury

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me:  This is Berk, boasting the kind of balmy, fun-in-the-sun climate that will give you frostbite on your spleen. The one upside is our annual holiday. We call it Snoggletog. Why we chose such a stupid name remains a mystery. But with the war long over, and dragons living among us, this year's Snoggletog promises to be one to remember. 


Hiccup: Do you always have to wake me up so early to go flying-- Stupid leg. Oh, thanks, buddy, I'm okay. Yeah, we can go flying now.

*toothless and stormy burp in our faces* 


me: Eww, eww,

Hiccup: Eww! Argh! Toothless, stormy! 


me and hiccup: Come on! Let's see what you've got today!

[we dive down a cliff face.]

Hiccup: WHOOO-HOOO!


me: Okay, you ready? Easy... girl 

*I jump off stormy and runs towards the sea stack* 

me: *lands back on stormy* Yes! Finally!

Viking: Here?

[A Viking on a Gronckle is holding up a shield.]

Gobber: Yes, yes, nooo, nooo, no, that one a wee bit higher!

Viking: Here?

Gobber: There! Ah, that's the spot!

Viking: Alright!

A costumed Viking child growls at Meatlug, and Meatlug playfully roars back.]

fishlegs: Attaboy, Meatlug!

Astrid: Are you ready, girl?

Astrid throws two shields in the air, and Stormfly uses her tail spikes to nail them to a giant, wooden Christmas tree-like structure.]

Gobber: They'd think we'd lost our minds!

Stoick: Hahahahaha. Well done. Well done, all of you! I've never thought I'd live to see this day. Peace on the island of Berk. This will surely be the greatest holiday, we've ever seen!

Vikings and dragons cheer.

Stoick: What the...?! 

Hundreds of dragons are flying above Berk, and the island's resident dragons all join them and fly away.]

Gobber: What in Thor's name?!

Snotlout:  Come back! Where are you going?

Fishlegs: Meatlug!

Astrid: Where's Hiccup and Gabbie? 

Hiccup: What do you say, bud? Wanna go again?

*we swerve the Dragons  herds*

me: Whoa! Aaaaahhh! Oh, no! My helmet! Aaaaaaaahhhhhh...!

Stormy: *dives for my lost helmet* 

me: No, no, no, no! Whoa...Stop! We'll get it later, storms. We need to get back and find out what's going on.

Viking: What's the matter? Where are you going?

Astrid: Nonono! Don't leave, Stormfly, don't go! Please?

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