My Chieftess... ✨Scripted✨ version

Episode 12: Last Auction Heroes

Stoick: Oh, sure. Yeah. Take Berk's entire cache of gold.

Gobber: Here, take it all. Not funny, Hiccup.

Stoick: If you weren't my son, I'd lock you up right now. You have no idea what you're suggesting, Hiccup.

Hiccup: Viggo Grimborn is the most ruthless Viking we've come in contact with. If we don't do something to disrupt this auction, Viggo will make so much gold, he'll be able to buy an armada of dragon-hunting ships and reinforce his empire.

Bodil: No dragon will be safe, and eventually, he will set his sights on Berk. And on our dragons.

Stoick: Well?

Hiccup: "Well" what?

Stoick: Well, son, I'm assuming you didn't fly all the way here without a plan. Hmm. A special envoy, you say?

Hiccup: Exactly.

Stoick: Going into the auction under an assumed identity.

Hiccup: Exactly.

Stoick: Well, he's gonna have to be smart, crafty, quick on his feet, and, most importantly-

Snotlout: Hmm.

Stoick: Not Snotlout!

Snotlout: I'm clapping. When I clap, that means you two servants serve me!

Hiccup: Now, before you shoot this down, and by the way, you have every reason in the entire archipelago that you should, there is a method to my-

Stoick: Madness?

Hiccup: Yes. I need you to trust me on this, Dad. It's foolproof.

Stoick: "Fool," maybe. "Proof"? Not quite with you on that. Oh, don't look at me like that, Son... Fine, on one condition.

Gobber: Hear ye, hear ye. The honorable- Uh. Sir Ulgerthorpe.

Snotlout: Don't just stand there babbling to the peasants. Carry my gold. Get yourself a new axe. You? Get yourself a new tunic.

Viggo: Sir-

Snotlout: Ulgerthorpe. Learn the name. Live the name. Love the name.

Viggo: Of?

Snotlout: Does it matter?

Viggo: There is one thing. I feel like I know you from somewhere. Do I?

Ryker: My brother asked you a question. Does he know you from somewhere?

Snotlout: Wha- Ha! Does he know me from somewhere? Does he "know" me from somewhere? Hey, does he know me from somewhere?

Gobber: It's none of your beeswax who he is or where you know him or don't know him from.

Snotlout: Beeswax? You do not speak for me. Do you understand? Do you understand?

Gobber: Yes, Sir Ulgerthorpe. Please accept my humble apologies.

Snotlout: Try getting good help these days. Boof. Very hard. All right, be a good boy and tip the attendant. Come on.

Viggo: We don't want to refuse the man's money, now, do we?

Ryker: I'd turn it around. You've no business here.

Johann: Says who?

Ryker: You haven't the gold nor the constitution to stomach this.

Johann: While you certainly speak the truth, Mr. Ryker, I do bring your brother an offering.

Ryker:What kind of offering? Hmm. Get Viggo. He needs to see this.