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I will like to apologize for the fight scene not going to be very descriptive

Stoick: When we crack this mountain open, all hell is going to break loose.

Gobber: In my undies. Good thing I brought extras.

Stoick: No matter how this ends, it ends today.

[Catapults break a hole into the side of the mountain, and a flaming ball of straw reveals thousands of dragons inside. Stoick charges in screaming loudly, and all the dragons flee in terror, not a single one attacking.]

Gobber: Is that it?

Spitelout: We've done it! [A loud roar is heard and the mountain starts to crack]

Stoick: This isn't over. Form your ranks! Hold together!

Stoick (cont.): Get clear!

Gobber: Beard of Thor... what is that? [The Red Death, a dragon more that five times the size of the Vikings' ships, breaks out of the mountain, roaring furiously]

Stoick: Odin, help us. Catapults!

Viking #3: Get to the ships!

Stoick: No! NO!

Gobber: Heh. Smart, that one.

Stoick: I was a fool. [To Spitelout] Lead the men to the far side of the island.

Spitelout: Right. Everybody to the far side of the island!

Stoick: Gobber, go with the men.

Gobber: I think I'll stay, just in case you're thinking of doing something crazy.

Stoick: I can buy them a few minutes if I give that thing someone to hunt.

Gobber: Then I can double that time.

Stoick: HERE!

Gobber: Oh, no, HERE!

Gobber (cont.): Come on! Bite me!

Stoick: No, me!

The teens come in on dragons

Hiccup: Ruff, Tuff, watch your backs! Move, Fishlegs!

Tuffnut: LOOK AT US! WE'RE ON A DRAGON! WE'RE ON DRAGONS! ALL OF US!

Hiccup: Up, let's move it!

Gobber: Every bit the boar-headed, stubborn Viking you ever were!

Hiccup: Fishlegs, break it down!

Fishlegs: Okay! Heavily armored skull and tail made for bashing and crushing! Steer clear of both! Small eyes, large nostrils! Relies on hearing and smell!

Hiccup: Okay! Lout, Legs, hang in its blind spot! Make some noise, keep it confused! Ruff, Tuff, find out if it has a shot limit! Make it mad!

Ruffnut: That's my specialty!

Tuffnut: Since when?! Everyone knows I'm more irritating! See?!

Hiccup: Just do what I told you! I'll be back as soon as I can!

Snotlout: Don't worry, we got it covered!

Fishlegs: Yeah!

Twins fly in front of the red death

Tuffnut: Troll!

Ruffnut: Butt-Elf!

Tuffnut: Bride of Grendel!

Fishlegs & Snotlout make noise and the Red Death opens it's eyes.

Fishlegs: Uh, this thing doesn't have a blind spot!

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