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before the ice sets in.

Those ships never come back.

We're Vikings. It's an occupational

hazard. Now who's with me?!

Count me out.

- Today's no good for me.

- I have to do my axe returns.

All right. Those who stay

will look after Hiccup.

- To the ships!

- I'm with you!

That's more like it.

I'll pack my undies.

No, I need you to stay

and train some new recruits.

Perfect. And, while I'm busy,

Hiccup can cover the stall.

Molten steel, razor-sharp blades,

lots of time to himself.

What could possibly go wrong?

What am I going

to do with him, Gobber?

Put him in training.

- No, I'm serious.

- So am I.

He'd be killed before

the first dragon is out of its cage.

- You don't know that.

- I do, actually.

- No, you don't.

- No, I do.

No, you don't.

Listen, you know what he's like.

From the time he could crawl,

he's been... different.

He doesn't listen. He has

the attention span of a sparrow.

I take him fishing

and he goes hunting for trolls!

Trolls exist. They steal your socks.

But only the left ones.

What's with that?

- When I was a boy...

- Here we go.

my father told me to bang

my head against a rock and I did it.

I thought it was crazy,

but I didn't question him.

- And you know what happened?

- You got a headache.

That rock split in two.

It taught me what

a Viking could do, Gobber.

He could crush mountains,

level forests, tame seas!

Even as a boy, I knew what I was,

what I had to become.

Hiccup is not that boy.

You can't stop him, Stoick.

You can only prepare him.

I know it seems hopeless, but you won't

always be around to protect him.

He's going to get out there again.

He's probably out there now.

Oh, the gods hate me.

Some people lose their knife

or their mug. Not me.

I manage to lose an entire dragon.

Oh, wow. I did it.

I did it. This fixes everything! Yes!

I have brought down

this mighty beast!

I'm going to kill you, dragon.

Then I'll cut out your heart

and take it to my father.

I am a Viking. I am a Viking!

I did this.

Hiccup.

Dad...

I have to talk to you, Dad.

I need to speak with you, too, son.

- I don't want to fight dragons.

- It's time you learn to fight dragons.

- What?

- What?

- You go first.

- No, you go first.

All right.

You get your wish. Dragon training...

you start in the morning.

Oh, man, I should have gone first.

I was thinking, you know,

we have a surplus

of dragon-fighting Vikings,

but do we have enough bread-making

Vikings or small-home-repair Vikings?

You'll need this.

I don't want to fight dragons.

Come on. Yes, you do.

Rephrase. Dad, I can't kill dragons.

But you will kill dragons.

No, I'm really very extra-sure

that I won't.

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