How to train your dragon girl

Dad finds out about my dragon

At hiccup home

Hiccup: [sketching Toothless then see his dad and try to hide his work] Dad! You're back! Gobber's not here, so.

Stoick: I know. I came looking for you.

Hiccup: You did?

Stoick: You've been keeping secrets.

Hiccup: I... have?

Stoick: Just how long did you think you could hide it from me?

Hiccup: I don't know what you're...

Stoick: Nothing happens on this island without me hearing about it.

Hiccup: Oh?

Stoick; So. Let's talk about that dragon.

Hiccup: Oh, gods. Dad I'm so sorry. I was going to tell you. I just didn't know how to--

Hiccup: You're not... upset?

Stoick: What?! I was hoping for this!

Hiccup:Uh... you were?

Stoick: And believe me, it only gets better! Just wait 'till you spill a Nadder's guts for the first time! And mount your first Gronckle head on a spear! WHAT A FEELING! You really had me going there, son! All those years of the worst Viking Berk has ever seen! Odin, it was rough! I almost gave up on you! And all the while, you were holding out on me! OH, THOR ALMIGHTY! Ah. With you doing so well in the ring, we finally have something to talk about.

Stoick: Oh, I... brought you something. To keep you safe in the ring.

[Stoick holds up a Viking helmet and gives it to Hiccup]

Hiccup:Wow. Thanks.

Stoick: Your mother would've wanted you to have it. It's half of her breast plate.

Stoick: Matching set. Keeps her close, y'know?

Stoick: Wear it proudly. You deserve it. You've held up your end of the deal.

Hiccup: I should really get to bed.

Hiccup and Stoick: Yes! Good! Okay. Good talk. See you back at the house. We should do this again. I'm great. Thanks for stopping by. Glad I stopped by, I hope you uh, like the hat. And for the... the breast hat.

Stoick: Well, uh... good night.

[At the Arena]

Astrid: Stay out of my way! I'm winning this thing.

Hiccup; Good. Please, by all means.

Viking: You got it Astrid!

Astrid: This time! This time, for sure! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGGGGGHHHHHHH!

[Astrid sees the Gronckle on the ground, Hiccup standing beside it]

Astrid anger: NO! NO! SON OF HALF-TROLL, RAT-EATING MUNGE BUCKET!

Hiccup: So, later.

Stoick: Wait! Wait!

Gobber: Not so fast!

Hiccup: I'm kinda late for--

Astrid: What?! Late for what, exactly?!

Stoick: Okay, quiet down. The Elder has decided.

Gobber: You've done it! You've done it, Hiccup! You get to kill the dragon!

Stoick: Ha, ha! That's my boy!

Hiccup:Heh. Oh, yeah! Yes! I can't wait. I am so..

[At the cove]

Hiccup: .LEAVING! We're leaving. Let's pack up. Looks like you and me are taking a little vacation, forever.