How to Train Your Dragon Page #5

- I know, I know, but hypothetically...

- Hiccup!

Get down.

Watch out, babe.

I'll take care of this.

The sun was in my eyes, Astrid.

What do you want me to do,

block out the sun?

I could do that but I don't have time!

They probably...

take the daytime off, right?

Like a cat.

Has anyone ever seen one napping?

Hiccup!

Love on the battlefield.

She could do better.

Let me... Why don't you?

Well done, Astrid.

Is this some kind of a joke to you?

Our parents' war

is about to become ours.

Figure out which side you're on.

Toothless.

I could have sworn you had...

teeth.

No, no, no.

I don't have any more!

And with one twist, he took my hand

and swallowed it whole!

I saw the look on his face...

I was delicious.

He must have passed the word,

because it wasn't a month before

another one of them took my leg.

Isn't it weird to think

your hand was inside a dragon?

Like if your mind was still

in control of it,

you could have killed the dragon

from inside by crushing his heart.

I swear, I'm so angry. I'll avenge your

beautiful hand and your beautiful foot.

I'll chop off the legs of every dragon

I fight, with my face.

It's the wings and the tails

you really want.

If it can't fly, it can't get away.

A downed dragon is a dead dragon.

All right, I'm off to bed.

You should be, too.

Tomorrow we get to the big boys,

slowly but surely

making our way up

to the Monstrous Nightmare.

But who'll win the honor of killing it?

It's gonna be me. It's my destiny. See?

Your mom let you get a tattoo?

It's not a tattoo, it's a birthmark.

OK, I've been stuck with you since

birth, and that was never there before.

Yes, it was. You've just never

seen me from the left side.

Hey, Toothless.

I brought breakfast. I hope...

I hope you're hungry.

OK, that's disgusting.

We've got some salmon,

some nice Icelandic cod...

and a whole smoked eel.

No, no, no, no, no!

No, it's OK.

Yeah, I don't really like

eel much, either.

That's it.

That's it.

Just stick with the good stuff.

And don't you mind me.

I'll just be back here,

minding my own business.

It's OK.

OK.

That's not too bad. It works.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Oh, my! It's working!

Yes, yes! I did it!

Yeah!

Today is about teamwork.

Now, a wet dragon head

can't light its fire.

The Hideous Zippleback

is extra tricky.

One head breathes gas,

the other head lights it.

Your job is to know which is which.

Razor-sharp serrated teeth

that inject venom for pre-digestion.

Prefers ambush attack,

crushing its victims...

Will you please stop that?!

If that dragon shows

either of his faces, I'm gonna...

There!

Hey, it's us, idiots!

Your butts are getting bigger.

We thought you were a dragon.

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