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HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON
Written by Dean DeBlois & Chris Sanders
"Dragon" DeBlois/Sanders Final Draft (Rev.19) 02-13-2010

Otherwise, everything is mine. The plot, the witch and the movie theater (-the new Narnia book title).

It's just another day in Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third's life. He's sitting quietly under a tree, eating a fish slowly while drawing on his book carefully.

This one for sure, he thought. He was designing his next best invention, the Bola Mangler. It was meant to throw bolas at dragons. It was impossible for him to even lift them, so this invention was to help with that. Only a few weeks and I'll be done...

Then, Dad will be proud. Hiccup took a second to stare at the design with a small smile, thinking of the phrase he'd wished all his life for his father, Stoick the Vast, chief of Berk, to say:

'I'm proud to call you my son.'

He sighed. How many times had it been that he'd invented something new and ended up getting told off by his father in front of everyone in the village? He lost count after the time he'd turned 12 and accidentally got hit with a hammer in the head.

Hiccup shook his head. No! He was a viking! Getting hurt was just part of it...but he was pretty sure surviving was just as important...

But... It never works anyway, he thought. He put the fish down and started to draw again. It still got his mind off things like-

"Hey, useless," he heard the voice of his cousin ring in the air, and dread filled him.

"Hey, Snotlout."

"What are you doing? It better not be another one of your inventions," he said, teasing but slightly serious. Last time his house hadn't survived the fire Hiccup had (somehow) caused.

"Ugh," came Ruffnut's voice, which was instantly followed by her brother's.

"Oh, it's just the loser."

Great, just great. How do they always manage to find me!?

He was about to give some type of retort that would have most likely earned himself a beating (not too rough, but rough enough for his gangly form) but heard Fishlegs' voice.

"Uh, guys. Why are we here? Dragon training starts in a few weeks, so I think we should be practicing on our dragon fac-"

"Put a sock in it 'legs," said Snotlout.

"No, he's right, Snotlout," came Astrid's (Oh gods, it's her!) voice. "We should be training right now, not ganging up on a guy who couldn't even take on a guppy."

Ouch, thought Hiccup, feeling the familiar sting of embarrassment and broken ego hit. At least his dad wasn't here.

He bit his lip, closing his book, pencil still inside and placed it in its usual place inside the brown vest he was wearing.

"Well, it's been nice chatting with you guys, but I better leave," Hiccup walked away, leaving Snotlout flirting with Astrid who was ignoring him; Fishlegs reciting the facts he'd learned after reading the book of dragons and the twins, who had somehow gotten in a fight again.

Life, sweet life, he thought bitterly.

He arrived at the blacksmith's stall, and put on his apron.

"Afternoon, Hiccup," greeted Gobber. "Thought you were eating lunch, you couldn't have been gone for more than ten minutes," he stated.

"I wasn't that hungry," which wasn't a lie, considering he'd lost his appetite at the sound of Snotlout's voice.

"You better eat more Hiccup, or you'll stay a fishbone forever," Gobber chuckled.

Hiccup sighed. He'd stay a fishbone no matter what. He'd already tried eating his heart out, but ended up sick in bed for two days, throwing up non-stop. I'm really useless if I have to keep Dad from his chiefly duties just because I ate too much...

"Here," Gobber passed him a bludgeon, "Reweigh this would ya?"

Hiccup stumbled but managed to lift the weapon. Then he got to work.

When Hiccup got home, his father was already at the table eating dinner. The chief looked up as Hiccup opened the door.

"Hello Hiccup." He wasn't scolding, but he wasn't particularly happy. He was indifferent, and that was the most positive reaction Hiccup had ever gotten out of Stoick.

"Hey Dad," he waved. He started up the stairs.

"Aren't you going to eat dinner?"

Hiccup looked at the bowl of stew Stoick was eating. Hiccup wasn't a picky eater, but eels were where he set the limit (Of course, most people didn't know this. Well, actually, nobody knew this). He almost scowled but instead said, "Not hungry Dad."

Stoick let him leave to his room.

Hiccup sat down at his desk, where he'd spent more time on than his own bed, and started to redesign a particularly dangerous malfunction on the Mangler.

Don't fix this and I'll break someone's nose, he thought. Then again, he'd done that a few times already.

Hiccup rolled his eyes. Story of my life.

He fell asleep on his desk that night again.

"AHHH!"

Stoick woke up with a start, hearing Hiccup's scream. He ran out of his room, not bothering with shoes, panicking for his son.

He almost hesitated when he found himself in front of the door. Hiccup was actually not in danger, probably.

His father instinct had taken over, and he'd forgotten who he was dealing with. Nonetheless, he entered the room, ready to scold Hiccup for almost waking up the whole village so late in the night.

He didn't expect to find a girl cornering Hiccup. Then again, Hiccup always had something unexpected laid out for him.

He vaguely noted how his son was no longer looking frightened, but rather, he looked annoyed. He'd never seen his son's annoyed face however, and couldn't be sure. Facial features weren't vikings' best subject, because usually they had beards or just plainly looked angry.

"Just go awa-"

"Hiccup, who is this," he asked his son, not meaning for it to come out as accusing. Hiccup flinched, but Stoick didn't notice.

"I- I don't know Dad. She just appeared in my room, st- staring at me while sleeping! I don't even kn-"

"But you look so cute when you sleep," giggled the girl, causing Hiccup to turn a rare combination of pale and red.

Stoick took some time to look at the girl closely. She had on a light dress, horrid for the climate they had, and pink hair that looked natural despite the fact that pink hair was not natural.

"Are you a witch?" he asked without hesitation.

"Yes," she answered lightly. Great. What else did he expect from his son. Next, he'd be hanging out with dragons planning the vikings' demise.

"Thor, what do you want with Hiccup, of all people," he asked, genuinely curious.

"He's the most interesting person I've met, what do you want from me?"

Interesting!? Hiccup!?

The witch didn't stop following Hiccup for the rest of the day, much to Hiccup's annoyance. During lunch, it also started to get on the villager's nerves.

"His fate is so cool! I'm telling you! I can't really just tell you because you'd take it badly, but he's going to be the most important person in th-"

"Stop!" Stoick yelled, having had enough of the nonsense. Some vikings mumbled in agreement.

"Witch-"

"Call me Clara."

"Wha- what?"

"Clara! My name is Clara! Geez."

Stoick narrowed his eyes. "Whatever you may call yourself; Stop spouting nonsense, and now I kindly ask you to leave Berk."

"And leave knowing I get the chance to hang with Hiccup for a whole day!? Nu-uh, I'm not leaving!"

"Just stop with that already," came Snotlout, "Useless here can't have that great of a future. Hel, I bet the farthest his name will ever get to is Useful," he joked, and Hiccup blushed. That was the name he was going to pick if he ever got the chance. It wasn't bad, and it didn't hold much expectation either.

Great; time to choose a new name...

Clara stayed silent for a moment.

"You guys don't believe me!?"

They glared at her as if to say, 'obviously'.

"But, he takes down a Night Fury-" The crowd laughs, and both her a Hiccup straighten their backs a little.

"I could do it," he argued, and the laughs increased.

"He will become greater than even his father! He will acquire thousands of enemies and travel the whole world in less than five years!" Okay, maybe not a thousand enemies, but whatever...

"Impossible," Astrid argued. It took them at least a year to find the country next to them, how could Hiccup travel the world in five? Was the world that small?

Clara glared.

"Fine! If you don't believe me, I'll just show you!" And like that, everyone blacked out.

I can't believe I did this. Clara looked at the dragons and Vikings in the theater, which was larger than any normal theater should be. Zero's going to kill me...

She watched as the vikings and dragons slowly, one by one regained consciousness, starting with Hiccup, followed by Stoick and so on. The Night Fury stayed silent at the back of the theater, seemingly realizing the situation he found himself in.

It wasn't until a viking started to attack a Nadder that she interrupted them.

"Stop!"

"Clara! Wha-" Hiccup was interrupted by his father.

"Witch! Where have you brought us! Why did you trap us with these beasts." He gestured to the vikings and then to the dragons, who were hissing violently causing Hiccup to flinch constantly. He looks like he's having a spasm, Clara mused momentarily.

"You said you didn't believe me, so I brought you to the evidence."

"What!"

"I have your son's fate in this little object," she said in a sing-song voice, lifting a strange circular flat disk in her hands. Stoick shivered.

"What are you going to do,Witch!"

"Oh please. I'm going to show it to you, of course," and she disappears.

"Now take a seat, and no killing, either of you," came her voice from a seat next to Astrid's, and the crowd couldn't not obey her.

And like that, the movie started...