How to Train Your Dragon 2 Page #3

A chief's first duty is

to his people, so... 41!

Well, can we just

talk in private for...

- Forty...

- That's me! That's me! I'm next!

- Hey, I was ahead of you!

- If we could just talk...

Excuse me. I've been here

all day. Okay, okay...

I want one of those high

seaters with lots of spikes...

- and a big storage compartment!

- Absolutely! You got it, sir.

Dad, this is actually a little more

important than building saddles.

Ah, lesson two:
No task is too small

when it comes to serving your people.

- But, Dad...

- Oh, excuse us, grump.

- Can we just talk...

- Yah! Grump!

You let the forge die down again!

That's it, grump!

You're going up for adoption.

- Okay, uh...

- There you go.

- Dad...

- Go on. Have away.

Yeah, but seriously, I really need to tell

you about this new land we came across.

- Another one?

- Any new dragons?

We didn't stick around to find out.

These folks weren't

particularly friendly.

Oh, really? Your Night Fury and

Deadly Nadder didn't bring them...

- cheering to the rooftops?

- No, this was different.

Not the standard run-for-the-hills

hoo-ha I've come to enjoy.

These guys were trappers.

Dragon trappers.

You should have seen their fort.

All blown apart and stuck in giant

spikes of ice. It was weird.

I've never seen anything like it.

And worst of all, they thought we did it!

You know, you two are gonna get yourselves

in serious trouble one of these days.

Not everyone appreciates

this way of life.

Aye, Gobber's right, son.

Best we keep to our own.

Besides, you'll have more important

uses for your time. Huh-huh?

Once we make the big announcement!

They are building a dragon army.

Or-or at least the guy

they work for is. Uh...

"Dargo... bloody fist" or something.

I'll bloody his fist with my face

if he tries to take my dragon!

Or mine!

- Ugh! You're such a moron.

- A beautiful moron.

Yeah.

Bludvist? Drago Bludvist?

Uh, yeah. Wait... you know him?

- Ground all dragons!

- What? Why?

Seal the gates!

Lower the storm doors!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait,

wait. What is happening?

Come on! You heard

the man, lock it down!

No dragon or Viking sets foot off

this island until I give the word!

Wait, because some guy you knew is

stirring up trouble in some faraway land?

Because Drago Bludvist is a madman

without conscience or mercy.

And if he's built a dragon army,

gods help us all.

- Get them into their pens!

- Aye, Stoick.

- Quickly!

- Then let's ride back out there.

We'll follow those trappers to Drago

and talk some sense into him.

No. We fortify the island.

- It's our duty to keep the peace.

- Peace is over, Hiccup.

- I must prepare you for war.

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