Hiccup: Ah. Just like I remember. (looks at the betrothal gift for Bodil)
Snotlout: Hey, whatcha got there?
Hiccup: (Pushes Snotlout away) Ah- Uh. Nothing.
Snotlout: Uh, if it's nothing, then give me it. Hookfang and I are making a ceremonial bust of yours truly and we need all the junk metal we can melt down.
Hiccup: What? This isn't junk. It's my betrothal gift to Bodil. It means we'll be together forever.
Snotlout: Forever? Well, not if you give her that rusty old piece of... (Hiccup rolls his eyes) Hey! You know what would be a great idea? (Hiccup and Toothless both walk away) A decorative battering ram. Oh! How about a shiny new ball and chain? Wait! A bludgeon with her initials! (Metal door hits him in the face) OW!
[Inside Bodil's Hut]
Fishlegs: Ah, Bo. (Peeks inside Bodil's hut)
Bodil: Astrid and Fishlegs, unless this has to do with Hiccup's betrothal gift, the one I haven't gotten him yet, the one that I had planned for years then found out Gobber accidentally destroyed it. (frustrated and slightly panicking, paces up and down the floor)
Astrid: The ceremonial betrothal gift must be exchanged six moon cycles from the first announcement of a Couple's... Well...
Bodil: Betrothal?
Astrid: Yes!
Fishlegs: Ah, look at me! I'm a wreck. You'd think I was the one 48 hours away from complete disaster, but it's you– (Bodil covers his mouth with her hand)
Bodil: (Fishlegs licks her hand) Ew! What is wrong with you?! (Bodil knocks him to the ground and sits on top of Fishlegs)
Fishlegs: Bo, wait. I can help. Okay. Who knows Hiccup better than we do? (Gestures to Astrid and himself)
Bodil: Me. (Glares)
Fishlegs: Good point. Then you know what an amazing gift-giver he is.
Bodil: Yes. That's the problem. (She groans) Hiccup is not your ordinary Viking. He has a Night Fury. (Stands up) He can fly with a suit made of yak hides. He has a sword that ignites on command. And he's going to be the next Chief of Berk...
Astrid: Wow. Well, when you put it like that, you really are completely fu— (gets cut off by Hiccup, who appears on scene looking worried)
Hiccup: Hey, guys, I just got a T-Mail from Trader Johann, and it didn't sound good.
[Inside the Clubhouse]
Hiccup: All it says is that he needs our help and to come quickly.
Snotlout: And you immediately wrote him back a big, old, "No, thank you," I assume.
Hiccup: Why would I do that?
Snotlout: That guy is bad luck, Hiccup. The last time we got a T-mail from old TJ, we almost got eaten by an island of very angry and very wild dragons.
Hiccup: Okay. Tell you what, Snotlout, you can stay here. (Hiccup walks to Toothless to get his satchel)
Snotlout: By myself? No, thank you. I'm just saying, this sucks.
Hiccup: Hey, Bo, can I talk to you for a second? (Grabs bag with the betrothal gift inside)
Bodil: (nervous) Oh. Uh, better wait on that. Don't want to leave Trader Johann hanging. (Goes to Aquantis and climbs up)
Hiccup: Huh? (Confused)
Bodil: Hya! (Flies off with Aquantis)
Hiccup: Uh, what-what's happening? (Looks at Astrid and Fishlegs)
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My Chieftess... ✨Scripted✨ version
FanfictionThis is just My Chieftess from the HTTYD universe but with all the scripts. Including the trilogy... and Dragons: Race to the Edge. And specials. I haven't finished Dragons: Riders of Berk but when I do it'll go here.
