08x11 - Guardians of Vanaheim

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This changes everything.

I thought I took every precaution.

I was so careful to make sure no one followed me.

Heather, you were going to visit your father's final resting place.

I'd be surprised you were thinking about anything but that.

And there's no sense in b*ating yourself up about it now, anyway.

Hold it, H.

A good self-flogging can actually be an excellent start to the day.

How do you think we always arrive so alert and observant? Hello? You done? Are we ever really done, Astrid? I tried to fight them off.

But there are a lot more of those Dragon Flyers than we thought.

And they now know the location of the Dragons' most sacred place on Earth.

Guys, this is a disaster.

We're trying to make Heather feel better, Fishface.

No, Fishlegs is right.

We need to make sure that Vanaheim is safe, no matter what we have to do.

Uh, don't you mean whatever you have to do? They didn't follow me there.

Am I right? Are you insane? Seriously? Just tell me so I can at least stop wondering why you say such muttonheaded things.

Heather, you and Windshear are in no shape to fight.

Stay on Berk.

Gothi will take care of you.

How am I supposed to make a decision like this, Dad? I can't leave you here, like this.

But how do I stand by while the entire dragon species is in danger? If the Hunters destroy Vanaheim, Dragons will have nowhere to go at the end of their lives.

Who knows what that will do? How it will affect the rest of the dragons? It could be a disaster.

What's right is right, son.

You know what you need to do.

Don't you leave me.

You hear that, Dad? I'll be back.

All right, g*ng! Gear up.

Oh, we're geared up.

In fact, we are locked and loaded.

- What does that What are you saying? - No idea.

- Sounds awesome, though.

- It does.

I'm gonna steal it.

We're going to Vanaheim, and we're gonna make sure the Dragon Flyers never return.

Hiccup, I can do this.

You should be here with Stoick.

If I stay here, there's nothing I can do, except stare at him and pray to the gods he gets better.

That sounds like a pretty good use of your time, actually.

What about saving all of dragon-kind from losing its most sacred resting place? You know, I'm glad you're the one making that decision.

Bring whatever you need to fight the Dragon Flyers.

They're going to get ugly.

We have to get uglier.

Not yet, Snotlout.

Way too ugly too soon.

Oh, is that supposed to be a joke? Am I laughing? That's a serious question.

Sometimes I laugh and don't know.

Am I laughing? - Hiccup? - All right, everyone.

Let's go.

Hiccup! - Let's go, bud.

- I got this.

- Snotlout, locked and loaded.

- Snotlout, no! Hookfang! Are you crazy? What'd you do that for? Because you almost sank Alvin.

Hello.

Good to see not much has changed around here.

Shut up, Alvin.

So what brings you all the way over to this side of the Archipelago? Well, heard old Stoick wasn't feeling his best.

Figured you could use the extra hands, if you know what I mean.

I do.

And I appreciate it.

You have no idea how much better I feel knowing you're here.

He'll be safe on our watch.

I promise you that.

You know, the Sentinels are pretty serious dragons.

- Yeah, tell me about it.

- Astrid's got a point.

But I didn't finish what I You were going to say that the Sentinels, 'cause of their ability to counteract every type of dragon fire, could take care of Hunters, everything might be back to normal.

Hmm.

Um, not to be negative or anything, but can anyone think of a reason why the Sentinels would att*ck their own island, besides the obvious fun factor? It was the Flyers.

Hiccup, the Sentinels They're Gone.

- Let's see if we can - I found them! This is them, right? Uh you couldn't have mentioned the fact that they're all Oh, never mind.

Oh, and how would that have helped? Oh, no.

Hiccup? Nothing.

This one, too.

Same over here.

This is the cruelest thing I think I've ever seen.

Nobody move.

Hiccup, no! Huh? Well, well, well, it appears as if we have a lot to talk about, doesn't it, Mister What was your name? Never mind.

We'll just call you Mr.

Murderous Pile of Yak Dung.

Here's how it's gonna go.

You're gonna tell us everything that happened here, or else.

We followed the girl Rider here.

You didn't follow me.

- I said "the girl.

" - Why, you! I Later, Ruff.

There will be time for all things violent.

Like I said, we followed the girl, took care of those big stone-looking things, and had a look around.

He's making this way too easy.

And we haven't tweaked his ear or anything.

Can't win every time.

Look, we discovered the magnificent skull and thought perhaps it belongs to the King of Dragons.

Perhaps your mother is a greasy, slimy boar's butt.

We don't do "perhaps," Mr.

Murderous Pile of Yak Dung.

No, siree.

Whatever.

All I know is Johann will be very interested to learn of its existence.

The others left to inform him, and when he arrives, he shall pick through this place until there's nothing left but a pile of smoldering bone.

Yeah, "a pile of smoldering bone" is a bit above my pay grade.

- We should probably tell Hiccup.

- I heard.

Let's go, everyone.

We have to catch those Flyers.

What is it, girl? Are you tired? Not feeling well? Have you been eating that mystery rock over next to the Monstrous Nightmare tomb again? Those are bones, Fishlegs.

Bones! Shh! Ix-nay in front of Eat-Lug-May.

Guys, we have to go now.

Is she all right, Fishlegs? I-I-I don't know.

She won't budge.

All right, Ruff, Tuff, you stay behind with Fishlegs in case more Hunters show up.

No problemo, El Jefe.

Oh, and no torturing the prisoner! How does he always know? We've discussed this.

Hiccup Haddock is a magical creature.

We haven't seen two percent of his magical capabilities.

Some would call him a wizard.

How does he always have a Terrible Terror or a new tail or the Dragon Blade that just seems to magically appear out of nowhere? - I mean, there it is, suddenly.

- Enough! Ugh, my mind is going to places I don't want it to go.

Bam! A dragon blade.

I can't see them anywhere.

It's called a head start, Hiccup.

Those guys are so long gone.

Unless they flew through that huge storm, in which case they probably jumped to their deaths.

Snotlout, that is brilliant! Really? That seems fairly obvious to me.

No, Hiccup's right.

No way they'd have gone through that storm.

It's way too dangerous.

Which is exactly why we are gonna go through it and meet them on the other side.

Did you not hear me when I said, "They would jump to their deaths"? Yeah, they would! We won't.

Let's go.

- I want to go on the record - Shut up! Nobody steals my catchphrase.

Now let's get locked and loaded.

Girl, you have to tell me what it is.

Just give me a sign, a-a grunt, a growl Or you can just continue to do that.

I guess they won't mind.

Oh, I see.

You're making them a final resting place.

They must not have one here.

You're such a good girl.

You've got the biggest heart of any dragon in the entire Archipelago.

Hey, I thought your boss said you couldn't t*rture me.

We're not gonna t*rture you.

We just have a few questions.

I admire your aplomb in all of this.

I-I don't know what that is.

Neither do I.

It's not important.

Question number one: what's the job like? "The job"? Being a murderous k*ller who rides a dragon.

Oh! Oh, i-i-it's all right, I suppose.

I mean, they leave you alone pretty much, as long as you don't screw up.

Then they k*ll you.

- I see.

- How are the hours? And what about vacation? They give you days off? And when you take them, do you get paid? Oh, yeah.

I had to take off, uh, three days last month to go to my cousin's wedding.

No problem.

Still got the same in my gold pouch that week.

And wat about if you get hurt? What then? Do you have a healer? Actually, we got a bunch of 'em.

I like this one Jorn.

- He's got the gentle touch.

- Uh, I see.

We only have one healer, and she does not have a gentle touch.

She's, like, opposite of gentle anti-gentle! She's like a a hurter, not a healer.

No, she just has this big stick and Man, can that little woman swing it.

Oh, sounds awful.

You two ever think of a career change? Oh imagine.

I would never.

- Not the sharpest bulb in the shed, is he? - Yeah, not at all.

Take all the time you need.

We want to make this perfect.

Uh-huh, uh-huh.

That being said, Hiccup could probably use our help right about now.

So, if there's any way you could take your time, but at the same time, hurry just a little What in the name of Thor? It moved.

Itit moved! It's alive! All these dragons are alive, Meatlug! This is insane! Usually my plans go perfectly.

Ah! I'm not taking the blame.

- This is - Not your plan, Snotlout.

You can blame me! Just stop talking and keep flying! Aah! Fine! Uh, guys? As I said, my plans never fail.

Snotlout! Look over here! - They see us.

- That's weird.

Wonder how it could have happened.

What? I didn't do anything.

Come on.

No.

There has to be something in here about those dragons.

Oswald the Agreeable studied them for years.

He must have learned something.

Wow.

Nice mess, Fishy.

Yeah.

Didn't think you had it in you.

But if I might, a good ransacking has to be done correctly and in a disorderly fashion to achieve full effect.

Wait, guys, I'm not Yeah! I'm not ransacking.

I'm searching.

There is a big difference.

Or is there? Nah! That's it! I command you to stop! Huh? What? - Weren't you supposed to be watching him? - I was ransacking! I can't watch and ransack at the same time.

That That is a That's a fair point.

There he is! That sounds incredibly painful.

It's definitely not worth being a Dragon Flyer.

Finally! Everything we need could be right here on this one lens.

Awesome.

Let's see it.

Who's got the Dragon Eye? - Not us.

- Well, that wasn't very good planning.

Hey, look.

Ugh.

Grim Gnashers? Whatever they are, they look hungry.

Wait.

The Sentinels! We need to regroup.

Back into the storm.

They won't follow us.

He's getting away! Uh, Hiccup, I think we may have underestimated them.

You know, I'm sure you'll make a great chief one day, Hiccup.

Just know that I will not be living on your island.

Well, that's so comforting, Snotlout, but right now we need to figure out a way to neutralize these guys.

I can think of plenty of ways to neutralize Snotlout! Look! This way! It's okay, Hooky.

I'm not gonna let that big, bad lightning bolt hurt you ever again.

The chances of getting struck by lightning more than once are, like, one in a billion.

Really? Might want to check your math, Astrid, 'cause I count at least three times for me just in the last year! They're getting stronger, more fearless.

We may not be able to hold them off much longer.

What was I thinking? At least we're keeping them occupied so they aren't getting back to Johann and telling him about Vanaheim.

I guess that's a positive.

This was a really bad decision, Astrid really, really bad.

Yeah, you're probably right.

You're not supposed to just agree like that.

You're supposed to tell me I did the right thing in a tough situation.

I could tell you that, but it wouldn't be the truth.

- And you know that.

- Yeah, I guess I do.

Hiccup, you make 100 decisions every day.

They aren't all gonna be correct.

What's important is that you keep making decisions, that after you fail, you move forward.

- Where do you come up with this stuff? - Mm, does it really matter? Have I mentioned how much I hate lightning? I mean, I really hate it.

A lot.

- How's Hookfang? - He'll be fine.

His saddle is toast, though.

Of course, it was made out of metal.

Mr.

Lightning's favorite meal! - "Metal.

" - Yes, metal.

Have you not been paying attention? It always goes for metal usually on my head! Ugh.

Uh, could you hurry this along, Fishlegs? 'Cause there are definitely more of them than there are of us.

And soon, there will be none of us! - Oh, yeah! Got him! - I know! I'm trying to find something any clue as to why they won't wake up completely.

- I'd help out, but - Incoming! Do not stop doing what you are doing, please! Bad dragon! Got it! I think.

And take that! The Sentinels.

"Boulder Class.

" Makes sense.

"Tough epidermal layer.

" Oh, that's nice.

"Ability to remain motionless for days at a time.

" Fishlegs, I really don't want to interfere with your process Take that! but can you stop geeking out and find us something we can use?! - Here it is! - Yes! No, that's not it.

- Oh, come on.

- Wait, wait, wait.

Sorry.

It is.

It says right here.

"The Sentinels aren't dead.

They're in hibernation.

" It happens when one of them is injured.

Only thing that can speed it along is - heat! - Whoa! I can't believe it.

She was helping them heal.

My Meatleg is a genius! Oh, it's working too slowly.

We need more heat! Did you say you needed the "heat"? - They're back.

- And seriously ticked off! You did it, guys.

We did it! Who needs paid vacation when you control life and death? - Am I right? - You are indeed, oh, brother of mine.

Although vacation pay would be very nice.

We have to lure them into the storm.

Where's Snotlout? He says Hookfang is in rough shape.

Ugh.

Looks like it's you and me, then.

Always.

Was that corny or Probably.

Nice, though.

Keep throwing them.

Hopefully the lightning will do the work for us.

All right, Toothless.

Move, move, move! Huh? It really does love its metal.

Wow, Hookfang! You're all better.

Too bad you missed all the fun.

Yeah, we wanted to be here, but we figured you guys had it under control, and Hooky needed some extra recovery time.

Didn't you, big boy? Right.

Okay, moving on What? - I thought the Sentinels - They were, my friend.

But you're not the only wizard around here, it seems.

Does anybody have any idea what he's talking about? - I do! - Anyone besides Ruff? Um, actually, it was my baby Meatlug.

She knew they were alive.

That's why she wouldn't leave.

Whatever.

If you want to split hairs, yeah.

Thank Thor this place can stay a secret now.

I mean, who knows what could have happened? Oh, and as long as we're talking about good news lens number five, I believe.

Fishlegs, how? Seems Oswald knew even more than we thought.

Let me guess.

Your scouts aren't back yet, and they've been gone too long, so something must be terribly wrong.

No matter.

What's important is that we have the final Dragon Eye Lens.

You were going to tell me where you managed to find it.

I didn't find it.

It found me.

Krogan, may I introduce Mr.

Gruffnut Thorston?