Report this Document. Flag for inappropriate content. Download now. Related titles. Carousel Previous Carousel Next. Jump to Page. Search inside document. Long ago up North on the Island of Berk, the young Viking, Hiccup, wants to join his town's fight against the dragons that continually raid their town. Bagus Dwi Nugraha. Raluca Chiorean. Jawk Lass. Macmillan Publishers. Jessica Agustin. Press of Atlantic City. You know how they all love a fight.
I would have said they were virtually untrainable. I'm really looking forward to getting some tips. Hiccup and Fishlegs found the book tucked away in the fireplace, practically in the fire. Hiccup had never noticed it before. He opened the book. I have included a basic replica of How to Train Your Dragon, by Professor Yobbish, here -- in order that you can share the experience with Hiccup of opening that book for the first time, full of hope and interest and expectation. You will have to imagine that the cover is unusually thick, with huge golden clasps, and that some scribe has covered it in elaborately fancy gilt lettering.
It looks very inviting indeed. The publishers, Big Axe Books Ltd, would like to point out that they take no responsibility whatsoever for any injuries that may occur as a result of any person or persons following the advice given this book. Thank you for your attention. I think you know what I mean. This book is the culmination of his research and it is the definitive textbook on the subject of these fascinating creatures. Professor Yobbish lives alone in a cave on the Isle of Doom.
He is currently writing a book about butterflies. The louder the better. Follow his simple advice and you will soon be on your way to becoming the Hero you've always wanted to be This is a sensitive and well-researched book that contains all the information you need to turn your dragon into a pussy cat.
Hiccup put the book down. His face was unusually grim. We're going to have to work out our own method of dragon training.
It was still asleep. When his mother, Valhallarama, asked him at breakfast, "How did Initiation go yesterday, dear? I caught my dragon. After breakfast, Hiccup went to sit on the front step beside his grandfather, who was smoking a pipe. It was a beautiful, cold, clear winter's morning, with not a breath of wind and the sea all around as flat as glass.
Old Wrinkly blew out smoke rings content-I edly as he watched the sun coming up. Hiccup shivered and chucked stones into the bracken. Neither of them spoke for a long time. At last Hiccup said, "I got that dragon. Old Wrinkly had taken up soothsaying in his old age, mostly unsuccessfully. Looking into the future is a complicated business.
So he was particularly pleased that he'd gotten this right. An animal that would really make me stand out in the crowd. In that it is superunusual. I'm even more of a laughingstock than ever. Hiccup looked at him reproachfully. Old Wrinkly hurriedly turned the laugh into a cough. A real Sea Dragon from the bottom of the ocean can swallow ten large Viking ships in one gulp and not even notice.
You are getting off the point. You're not big and tough and charismatic like Snotlout. But you're just going to have to work at it.
You're going to have to learn how to be a Hero the Hard Way. Because the thing is, times are changing. We can't get away with being bigger and more violent than everybody else any more. That's what they need and what you've got. A Hero of the Future is going to have to be clever and cunning, not just a big 64 lump with overdeveloped muscles.
He's going to have to stop everyone quarreling among themselves and get them to face the enemy together. That is not a great name for a Military Leader. You're not a natural at Bashyball. Who cares? These are very little problems in the grand scheme of things.
I have to train this super-small dragon in time for Thor'sday Thursday or be thrown out of the Hairy Hooligan Tribe forever. Remind me, how does the great Professor of Meathead University think you should train a dragon?
I have about as much charisma as a stranded jellyfish and yelling is just another thing I am useless at. You know a very great deal about dragons, don't you, Hiccup? All that dragon-watching you've been doing over the years? However, a dragon is not a fluffy creature like a dog or a cat or a pony. A dragon is not going to do what you say just because you ask it pretty please. From what I know about dragons," said Hiccup, "I should say that yelling was a pretty good method.
And positively suicidal if you try it on anything larger. Why don't you come up with some alternative training schemes yourself? You might be able to add something to Professor Yobbish's book. I've often thought that that book needs a little something extra I can't quite put my finger on it.
Meanwhile, deep in the ocean, but not so very far from the Isle of Berk, a real Sea Dragon such as Old Wrinkly had been describing lay sleeping on the sea-bed.
He was indescribably large. He had been there so long that he almost seemed to be part of the ocean floor itself, a great underwater mountain, covered in shells and barnacles, some of his limbs half-buried in the sand.
Generation after generation of little hermit crabs had been born and had died in this Dragon's ears. Hundreds and hundreds of years he'd slept, because he'd had rather a large meal.
He'd had the luck to catch a Roman Legion camping on a clifftop -- they were completely cut off and he had spent an enjoyable afternoon wolfing down the whole lot of them, from commanding officer to lowliest private.
Horses, chariots, shields, and spears, the entire lot went down the ravenous, reptilian gullet. And, while things such as golden chariot wheels are an additional source of fiber to a Dragon's diet, they do take some time to digest. Dragons can stay in this suspended state for eternity, half-dead, half-alive, buried under fathom after fathom of icy-cold seawater. Not a muscle of this particular Dragon had moved for six or seven centuries. But the previous week, a Killer Whale who had chased some seals unexpectedly deep was surprised to notice a slight movement in the upper eyelid of the dragon's right eye.
An ancestral memory stirred in the whale's brain and he swam away from there as fast as his fins could carry him. And, a week later, the sea around the Dragon Mountain -- which had previously been teeming with crabs and lobsters and shoals and shoals of fish -- was a great, underwater desert. Not a mollusk stirred, not a scallop shimmied. The only sign of life for miles and miles was the rapid jerking of both the Dragon's eyelids, fluttering up and down as if the Dragon had suddenly gone into a lighter sleep and was dreaming who knows what dark dreams.
Fishlegs and Hiccup were at Hiccup's house. Everybody else was out, so Hiccup decided to take the opportunity to check on Toothless's basket.
He pulled it out from under the bed. A thin plume of bluish gray smoke was drifting out from under the lid. Fishlegs whistled. The smoke billowed out and made Hiccup and Fishlegs cough. Hiccup fanned it away. Once his eyes had stopped watering he could make out a very small, ordinary dragon looking up at him with enormous, innocent, grass-green eyes. Dragonese is punctuated by shrill shrieks and popping [Footnote: 'This should, of course, read "Howiieeliooiieetiere, Toothless," but I have translated it into English for the benefit of those readers whose Dragonese is a bit rusty.
Please read Hiccup's book, Learning to Speak Dragonese, for a crash course in this fascinating language. Dragons are the only other creatures who speak a languages as complicated and sophisticated as humans Here are some common dragon phrases to get you started Nee-an crappa inna di hoosus pishyou No pooing inside the house please Mi Mana no likeit yum yum on di bum My mother does not like to be Bitten on the bottom Fishyou keendle gobha oot mi freeundlee?
Please would you be so kind as to spit my friend out? Doit a wummortime Let's try that again] 71 noises and sounds MOST extraordinary when spoken by a human. He inflated his neck to make himself look bigger, which is something dragons do when they are scared or angry. Eventually he got up the courage to unfurl his wings and flap up onto Hiccup's arm. He walked his way up on to Hiccup's shoulder and Hiccup turned his face toward him.
Toothless pressed his forehead onto Hiccup's forehead and gazed deeply and solemnly into Hiccup's eyes. They stayed there, snout to nose, without moving, for about sixty seconds. Hiccup had to blink a lot because the gaze of a dragon is hypnotic and gives the unnerving feeling that it is sucking your soul away.
Hiccup was just thinking, "Wow, this is amazing I'm really making contact here! Hiccup let out a yelp and threw Toothless off him. Luckily Toothless didn't have any teeth, but dragons have powerful jaws so it was still painful.
Toothless bit him on the other arm. He tried to make his voice sound firm but pleasant; to dominate the creature by the sheer force of his personality, as Gobber had said.
Hiccup just managed to grab Toothless by the tail as he flew off in pursuit. They put Toothless in Stoick's bedroom, where there was a mouse problem. For a while he was happy swooping after the desperately squeaking mice, but then he got bored and started attacking the mattress. Toothless replied by throwing up the remains of a recently deceased mouse right in the middle of Stoick's pillow. Toothless launched himself at Stoick the Vast's beard, which he mistook for a chicken.
Hiccup yelled as loudly as he could. Toothless dropped to the floor. Toothless stiffened as they paced around him, their yellow eyes glinting evilly. Each was about the size of a leopard, and 75 they were as delighted by his arrival as a couple of giant cats might be by that of a cute little kitten. A claw like a kitchen knife just nicked Toothless on the rump and the little dragon howled and jumped into Hiccup's tunic, until only his tail was poking out of the neck.
SMALL, isn't it? Stoick was not an observant person but even he could not fail to notice that this dragon really was remarkably small. Fishlegs came to Hiccup's rescue.
To the amateur eye and, indeed, to its prey, it looks exactly like a Common or Garden. But if you look a little closer the characteristic Daydream marking" -- Fishlegs pointed to a wart on the end of Toothless's nose -- "marks it out from the more ordinary breed.
Stoick was a terrific snob. Stoick's tummy gave out a plaintive rumble like a distant underground explosion. Clear up this mess, will you, boys? I've never seen anything like it. You'll be training him in next to no time. Hegave Newtsbreath a friendly cuff round the horns.
That sort of rough-and-tumble is good for a young dragon. Makes him learn to stick up for himself. In fact, he snored loudly the entire claws like switchblades and Hiccup pretended to 80 night, but Hiccup didn't care.
Hiccup spent the whole of the winter on Berk in various states of "very cold," ranging from "fairly chilly" to "absolutely freezing. Now, though, as Hiccup stretched his feet out against Toothless's back, he felt waves of heat coming off the little dragon, gradually creeping up his legs and warming his freezing cold stomach and heart, even traveling right up to his head, which hadn't been truly warm for almost six months.
Even his ears burned contentedly. It would have taken the snoring of six strong dragons to have woken Hiccup, so deeply did he sleep that night. So, over the next couple of weeks, he tried yelling at Toothless to see if he could make it work.
He tried yelling loudly, firmly, strictly. He looked as cross as he could. But Toothless wouldn't take him seriously. Hiccup finally gave up on the yelling when Toothless stole a kipper off his plate one morning at breakfast.
Hiccup let out his most fierce and frightening yell and Toothless just gave him a wicked look and knocked everything else on to the floor with one swipe of his tail.
That was it with the yelling, as far as Hiccup was concerned. He gave Toothless the comfiest bit of the bed and lay dangerously balanced on the edge of it himself.
He only did this once, though, as the little dragon just went on eating until he had made himself thoroughly sick. He played games with him for hours and hours. He told him jokes, he brought him mice to eat, he scratched the bit that Toothless couldn't quite reach in between the spokes on his back. He made that dragon's life as close to Dragon Heaven as he possibly could.
By mid February, the winter was coming to an end on Berk, and the snowy season had turned into the rainy season. It was the kind of weather where your clothes never got dry, no matter what. Hiccup would hang up his sodden tunic on a chair in front of the fire before going to bed at night, and in the morning it would still be wet -- warm and wet rather than cold and wet, but WET nonetheless.
The ground all around the Village had turned into kneedeep mud. The "horror" bit was to make the poor creature at least sound a bit frightening.
The "cow" bit was because for a dragon she really was remarkably like a cow. She was a large, peaceful, brown creature, with an easygoing nature. Fishlegs suspected she might even be vegetarian. He rolled over and over in the oozy muck, spreading out his wings and squirming happily. No dragon is ever going to do what you want out of gratitude. Dragons do not know what gratitude is. Give up.
We're not like s-s-sappy cats or it-ithuijib itogs, failing in l-l-love with their Masters and yocky things like that. It was true. Toothless was cute to look at, and very good company -- if a little demanding. However, you only had to look into his big, innocent, heavily lashed eyes to realize that he was totally without morals. The eyes were ancient, the eyes of a killer. You might as well ask a crocodile or a shark to be your friend.
Hiccup wiped the mud off his face. February turned into March and Hiccup was still thinking. A few flowers made the mistake of appearing and were immediately blasted out of existence by a 86 couple of hard frosts that had kept themselves back for this very purpose.
Fishlegs could now get Horrorcow to "go" and "stay" on command. Hiccup was still struggling to teach Toothless the basics of toilet training. Toothless promptly pooed all over Hiccup's hands and down his tunic. At this inopportune moment, Snotlout and Dogsbreath came sauntering past Stoick's house on the way back from the beach, their dragons on their shoulders. It actually quite suits you. Snotlout showed Hiccup the immense heap of fish that he had wrapped up in his cloak.
And it only took a couple of hours. Has the Toothless Wonder gotten up the nerve to attack a vegetable? Carrots are a bit crunchy but perhaps he could manage the odd squished cucumber. You could give it to him through a straw perhaps. As soon as they were safely out of earshot, Toothless jumped out of Hiccup's arms and coughed out sheets of flame in a menacing manner. Come closer and Toothess'll fry you to a frazzle!
Toothess'll drag out yer guts and, play'em on a harp! After Fireworm's remark about the pathetic bunny rabbit, Toothless never pooed in the kitchen again. But Hiccup hadn't made any further progress in training him. It was still raining, but it was a warm rain. The wind was blowing, but it was a less furious wind. It was just about possible to stand upright. The gulls' eggs were hatching on the rocks and the parent gulls dive-bombed Hiccup and Fishlegs when they came to the Long Beach to practice.
Honestly, Hiccup, I give up, I don't know how I'm going to pass the hunting section of the test, Horrorcow just doesn't have the killer instinct. She'd never survive in the wild. Toothless and I are failing right from the beginning: the basic obedience commands, the retrieval, the compulsory exercises, the hunting -- the lot. The boys moved along the beach a bit, out of range of the gulls.
They started practicing the most basic command of all: "go. The handler would then bark the command as loudly as possible while simultaneously lifting his arm to fling the dragon into the air. The dragon was supposed to soar gracefully into flight when the handler's arm reached its highest point. Horrorcow yawned, scratched, and slowly flapped off, grumbling to herself.
Toothless was even less obedient. Hiccup flung his arm up. Toothless hung on. Toothless stayed. If you don't start going when I tell you to, we are both going be thrown into exile. He finally managed to uncurl Toothless's claws, which had relaxed their grip for a second, and pushed him off. Toothless landed on the sand with a squeal of outrage, and immediately attached himself to Hiccup's leg, getting a good grip on the sandals with his talons, and wrapping his wings around Hiccup's calf.
That works, but I can't do it. Those are all worth a try. Only if I'm desperate. Dazzling flyers, magnificent hunters, and fearsome fighters, they can be wild and difficult to train. By unofficial vik ing Law, only a chief or the son 0f a chief can own one. Why don't you just yell a bit louder? Just this once? Thurshday if you wanted to. Fireworm dragon who was so rude to you? Toothless spat on the ground in indignation. S-s-said I was an incontinent bunny r-rrabbit.
T-t-toothless going to T-t-toothless going to k-k-kiol her. Toothless going to s-s-scratch her to death. T-t-toothless going to --" "Yes, yes,"said Hiccup hastily.
He waddled off a couple of feet and thought about it. Five minutes later he was still thinking. He let out the odd chuckle every now and then, but every time Hiccup said, "So, how about it, then? Go away. I assume you're desperate. Toothless helf you. B-b-but NOT because me being n-n-nice or anything yucky. But we do love a j-j-joke. Tell me NOW. AFTER you bring me a mackerel. He jumped off Hiccup's arm into the air. A dragon hunting is a very impressive sight, even a scrawny infant one like Toothless.
He flew across the beach in his usual untidy, lopsided fashion, shrieking a few insults along the way at any cormorants that looked smaller than him. But as soon as he reached the 98 sea, Toothless seemed to grow up a bit. The sea-salt awoke in him some ancestral memory of the great pedigree hunting monsters that were his forefathers.
He spread out his wings like a kite and flew fairly swiftly over the surface of the choppy waves, keeping his body and wings steady as he searched for the movement of fish. He spotted something, and soared upward in circles until he was so high that Hiccup, craning his neck backward on the beach, could only just see him as a tiny speck. The speck was motionless for a second, and then Toothless dived, his wings folded by his sides, dropping like a stone out of the sky.
He disappeared into the water and was gone for quite a while. Dragons can stay under water for at least five minutes, if they want to, and Toothless got quite distracted under there, chasing one fish and then another, unable to decide which was the biggest. Hiccup had gotten bored and was looking for oysters when Toothless came bursting triumphantly out of the sea carrying a small mackerel. He dropped the mackerel at Hiccup's feet, did three somersaults in a row, and landed on Hiccup's head.
He let out the dragon's cry of triumph, which is a bit like a rooster 99 crowing but a lot louder and more self-satisfied. Then he leaned over and stared into Hiccup's eyes, upside down. He really did it. Toothless didn't know. It was a very, very old joke, but apparently it hadn't made it to Wild Dragon Cliff. Toothless thought it was hysterically funny. He flew off to catch more fish so he could hear more jokes.
It was an enjoyable afternoon. The rain stopped, the sun shone, and Toothless didn't do too badly at all with the hunting. He dropped a few fish and, at one point, wandered off entirely to chase rabbits on the clifftops.
But he came back when Hiccup called, eventually, and by the end of a couple of hours he had caught six medium-sized mackerel and a dogfish. All I need is to show that Toothless is basically under my control and for him to catch a few fish. We'll make fools of ourselves compared to Snotlout and his beastly Hunting Legend, but at least we'll have passed Initiation. It seemed a very good omen. There's a gi-normous storm brewing up, for instance.
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