Film:Warning: Spoilers Below!
This is Berk. It's twelve days north of hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the Meridian of Misery. My village. In a word? Sturdy. It's been here for seven generations but every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests. Ya' see most places have mice, or mosquitoes... we have... Dragons.
—Hiccup, Opening Narration
Most people would leave. Not us. We're Vikings. We have... stubbornness issues.
My name's Hiccup. Great name, I know, but it's not the worst. Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that.
That's Stoick The Vast, Chief of the tribe. They say that when he was a baby, he popped a dragons head clean off of it's shoulders. Do I believe it?
Yes, I do.
Gobber: Oh, nice of you to join the party! I thought you'd been carried off!
Hiccup: What who, me? Nah, come on, I'm way too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this...
Gobber: Well, they need toothpicks, don't they?
The meathead with attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber. I've been his apprentice ever since I was little. Well, littler.
Hiccup: Oh, come on, let me out, please. I need to make my mark!
Gobber: Oh you've made plenty of marks, all in the wrong places.
Gobber: If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all... this.
Hiccup: But you just pointed to all of me.
And with one twist, he took my hand and swallowed it whole. And I saw the look on his face. I was delicious! He must have passed the word, because it wasn't a month before another one of them took my leg!
The ultimate prize is the one no one's ever seen. We call it the Night Fury. This thing never steals food, never shows itself, and... [KA-THOOOM!] never misses.
Hiccup: Oh, I hit it. Yes, I hit it! Did anybody see that?!
Monsterous Nightmare: [Growls, climbs over top of cliff]
Hiccup: Except for you.
Hiccup: I really did hit one.
Gobber: Sure, Hiccup.
Hiccup: He never listens.
Gobber: Oh, it runs in the family.
Hiccup: And when he does, it's always with this... disappointed scowl, like someone skimped on the meat in his sandwich. [Imitating Stoick] "Exceuse me, barmaid! I'm afraid you've brought me the wrong offspring! I ordered an extra large boy with beefy arms, extra guts and glory on the side! This here, this is a talkin' fishbone"
Gobber: No, you're thinkin' about this all wrong. It's not so much what you look like, It's what's inside that he can't stand.
Hiccup: Thank you, for summing that up.
Stoick: Either we finish them, or they'll finish us. It's the only way we'll be rid of them. If we find the nest and destroy it, the dragons will leave. They'll find another home. One more search, before the ice sets in.
Viking: Those ships never come back.
Stoick: We're Vikings. It's an occupational hazard. Now who's with me?
Vikings: [Muttering, glancing away] Count me out. [...] Today's no good for me. [...] I have to do my axe returns.
Stoick: All right. Those who stay, will look after Hiccup.
Vikings: [Every hand goes up, enthusiastic chatter] To the ships! [...] I'm with you!
Stoick: That's more like it.
Stoick: I need you to stay, and train some new recruits.
Gobber: Oh, perfect. And, and while I'm busy, Hiccup can cover the stall! Molten steel, razor-sharp blades, lots of time to himself; What could possibly go wrong?
Stoick: From the time he could crawl, he's been... different. [Sigh] He doesn't listen, he has the attention span of a sparrow... I take him fishing and he goes, hunting for- for Trolls!
Gobber: Trolls exist! They steal your socks! But only the left ones. What's with that?
Stoick: When I was a boy...
Gobber: Oh, here we go.
Stoick: My father told me to bang my head against a rock, and I did it! I thought it was crazy, but I didn't question him. And do you know what happened?
Gobber: You got a headache.
Oh, the gods hate me. Some people lose their knife, or their mug. No not me, I manage to lose an entire dragon!''
Stoick: When you carry this axe, you carry all of us with you. Which means, you walk like us, you talk like us, you think like us. No more of... this.
Hiccup: You just gestured to all of me.
Tuffnut: I hope I get some serious burns.
Ruffnut: I'm hoping for some mauling. Like, on my shoulder, or lower back.
Don't worry. You're small and you're weak. That will make you less of a target! They'll see you as sick or insane, and go after the more Viking-like teens instead.
—Gobber, to Hiccup, before Dragon Training.
Astrid: [Kicks Hiccup in stomach] That's for the lies. And that's [Drops axe on Hiccup handle-first] for everything else.
Thank you for nothing, you useless reptile.
Astrid: [Punches Hiccup on the shoulder] That's for kidnapping me. ...[Kisses Hiccup on cheek] That's for... everything else.
Astrid: It's a mess. ...You must feel horrible. You've lost everything. Your father, your tribe, your best friend...
Hiccup: Thank you, for summing that up. ...Why couldn't I have killed that dragon when I found him in the woods? Would have been better, for everyone.
Astrid: Yep. The rest of us would have done it. So why didn't you? ...Why didn't you?
Hiccup: I dunno. I couldn't.
Astrid: That's not an answer.
Hiccup: Why is this so important to you all of a sudden?
Astrid: Because I wanna remember what you say, right now.
Hiccup: Oh, for the love of... I was a coward. I was weak. I wouldn't kill a dragon.
Astrid: You said "wouldn't" that time.
Hiccup: Whatever! I wouldn't! Three hundred years, and I'm the first viking who wouldn't kill a dragon.
Astrid: ...First to ride one, though. ...So?
Hiccup: ...I wouldn't kill him, because he looked as frightened as I was. I looked at him... and I saw myself.
Astrid: I bet he's really frightened now. What are you gonna do about it?
Hiccup: ...Eh, probably something stupid.
Astrid: Good, but you've already done that.
Hiccup: Then, something crazy.
Astrid: That's, more like it.
Listen, Stoick, I was, overhearing some of the men just now and, well, you know, some of them, are wondering, what it is we're up to here. Not, not me of course. I know you're always the man with the plan. But some - not me - are wondering if there is in fact a plan at all, and, what it might be.
[The Viking ships pass a wreck wedged vertically on a rock spire]
Viking: That's not really encouraging.
Gobber: Oh. Heh. I was wondering where that went.
Stoick: When we crack this mountain open, all Hell is gonna break loose.
Gobber: In my undies! Good thing I brought extras.
Stoick: Hiccup! I'm sorry. For... everything.
Hiccup: Yeah, me too.
Stoick: You don't have to go up there.
Hiccup: I knew it. I'm dead.
Stoick: [Chuckles] No, but you gave it your best shot.
Hiccup: You just gestured to all of me.
Stoick: [Nods, smiling proudly]
Astrid: [Punches Hiccup on the shoulder] That's for scaring me.
Hiccup: Wha-what! What, is it always going to be this way? 'Cause-
Astrid: [Kisses Hiccup on the mouth]
Hiccup: ...I could get used to it.
This is Berk. It snows nine months of the year, and hails the other three. Any food that grows here, is tough, and tasteless. The people that grow here are even more so. The only upsides are the pets. While other places have ponies, or parrots... we have... dragons.
—Hiccup, Closing Narration