Dragons: Riders of Berk (2012–2014): Season 3, Episode 11 - Have Dragon Will Travel, Part 2 - full transcript
[Hiccup] This changes everything.
[cackling]
_
[evil laughter]
Let's go on, Windshear,
get us out of here!
Oh, Heather, don't fight it.
[screeching]
Toothless, we have to save her.
Well, look who the dragon flew in!
Glad you could join us, brother.
It wouldn't feel like
a family reunion without you.
Now, take out that Night Fury!
[man] Don't let him get away!
Blast the chains, Toothless, now!
Dragon-proof chains?
[laughs] Nice try, Hiccup.
You didn't think I'd make it
that easy for you, did you?
[man] Come on, lads, get him.
[grunting]
Whoa! Okay, that was too close.
Come on, bud.
If we can't blast the chains...
blast the winches.
- Come to Dagur.
- [Hiccup] Fire!
Nice shooting, bud.
Ahem. Excuse me, what good
are dragon-proof chains...
- without dragon-proof winches?!
- [thud] Ow.
Heather, you can't take on Dagur
and his fleet all by yourself.
I'm not by myself.
I have Windshear.
I'm too close!
I might not get this shot again.
- But this is suicide!
- I'm willing to do whatever it takes.
Are you willing
to sacrifice Windshear, too?
[sighs]
Heather, there will be another time.
I promise you.
[groans]
Blasting the winches, pretty smart.
Yeah, and a little luck
never hurts, either.
I talked to Johann. He told me
Dagur wiped out your village...
and your family.
I'm sorry.
Then you know why he has to pay.
I do.
But you don't have to do this alone.
I don't know. It seems like
I'm destined to be alone.
First, when I was a little girl,
I get separated from my birth family.
- Your birth family?
- Yes, but I don't remember much.
It was so long ago.
Just a few pictures in my mind.
I remember my father's hands.
They were rough, like sandstone,
but so gentle.
And I remember the smell
of his wooden shield.
I don't think I was supposed to play
with it, but he let me anyway.
And this.
He gave me this horn.
I don't know if it means something,
but whenever I look at it, I think of him.
I just wish I knew who he was.
[growling]
[snarling]
[loud growl]
Look, I'm sorry I locked up your dragons.
I just didn't trust that you guys
would let me go after Dagur.
Trust does need to be earned
with people and dragons.
Thanks for understanding, Fishlegs.
[giggles]
- I don't really trust these guys either, Heather.
- You know, we can hear you.
Jealousy is an ugly quality, Astrid.
But clearly,
I understand where it comes from.
Ugh.
The point is, we have your back,
Heather. You're one of us.
Yeah, I stocked Windshear's stable
with buckets of sea slugs.
[groans]
And I made room for you in my hut.
And I've made it clear to Snotlout
that you're not staying in his hut.
Even though
you were the rogue dragon rider
and you sabotaged our dragons
and you snuck away in the night.
Wait a minute,
why do we like you again?
- I'm truly sorry, Tuffnut.
- Whoa! That was...
sincere. What am I
supposed to do with that?
[breathing heavily]
I'm feeling a little bit flushed
and overwhelmed.
- Little help here? People!
- Ugh! Help yourself!
And if you need any help with Windshear...
Why don't I show you around the Edge?
I'm basically chief.
Thanks, guys, really. I...
Hey, glad you're back.
[whispers] Your dragon rocks.
- Let's go have some girl time.
- Good idea.
[Astrid grunts]
- Two axes are better than one.
- True. Unless you have one of these.
You really have to show me
how you made that.
Sure, but I prefer
close combat to throwing...
[grunts]
so I can stare my enemy in the eye.
Not a bad tactic.
But don't discount... Hyah!
Hmm... the element of surprise.
I like that.
It's one of Hiccup's favorite tactics.
So, you two are a thing, right?
- What? No, just friends.
- Come on.
- I've seen the way you two are together.
- No. Seriously. Friends.
- Hmm. He's kind of cute.
- I guess.
If you like that unassuming,
heroic, dragon rider type.
Bull's-eye.
Now, you and Snotlout, that's a
match made in Valhalla. [both laugh]
I don't know whether to thank you
or feel sorry for you.
I can handle Snotlout.
And besides, I'm not into
the macho Viking type.
I like a little smarts.
Like Fishlegs.
Fishlegs?!
Seriously?
[chuckles] What?
I think he's funny and cute.
We're talking about Fishlegs, right?
The guy with the Gronckle?
Okay, all right.
Enough boy talk.
What else do you do for fun around here?
[laughing]
Keep up!
[screaming]
[whooping]
[screaming]
[sighs]
Thanks, Windshear.
- Want to go two out of three?
- No.
I want to show you something.
If you can keep up.
Get 'em, Stormfly!
[sniffing]
Hey, would you knock it off, bud?
Okay?
Snooping will not gain her trust.
Huh.
Wait a minute....
That's my dad's Chief Seal!
What are we doing back at your campsite?
- You forget something?
- Nope.
Stay put, Stormfly.
Keep your ears up.
[suspenseful music playing]
Oh... it must be here.
Are you gonna clue me in
on what we're doing here?
[huffing]
- Hello?
- I'm looking for something.
[leaves rustling]
Looking for something like...
- Trader Johann?
- Miss Astrid, so nice to see you again!
Would you mind, please, lowering
your axe so my frightened
soul might be granted safe
passage back to my body?
Ugh...
[chuckles]
- Johann! Thank Thor.
- Ooh. Miss Heather!
I'm overjoyed you're not
dead. When the Terrible Terror
returned with the message
I sent, I was worried.
Then, when I arrived here
and saw your campsite abandoned,
I feared the worst.
Alright. Someone needs to
tell me what's going on.
You see, Miss Astrid,
if you need exotic spices
from a foreign land, or
one-of-a-kind cured leathers
or incredibly-difficult-to-obtain
information
detailing the exact whereabouts
of a certain dastardly Berserker,
- Trader Johann is your man.
- Dagur.
And if you need a warrior to take care
of that dastardly Berserker...
I'm your girl.
So he's got the info and
you've got the axe. Now what?
Dagur is set to purchase
a fleet of new ships
from a group of salty undesirables
in the Sea of Despair.
But be wary.
These new ships for his armada
are outfitted with powerful
anti-dragon winches and catapults!
After the deal is done,
I won't be able to find him again.
Dagur will be back in the wind.
Adrift, like a leaf in a stream.
[blows]
Ugh.
And I've used my last grapevine,
so I won't be able to offer
my invaluable, yet at time
expensive information.
Got it. Thanks, Johann.
Come on, Astrid.
You're not coming?
What part of this implies
"rushing into battle on a flying lizard"?
Hiccup!
From my lips to Odin's ears.
I was just saying I could
use you and Toothless's help
with a pesky flock of wild Nadders
that have been driving me batty!
[screeching]
Yeah, you heard me, you lousy...
No time, Gobber.
I need to see my dad. It's urgent.
Oh. In that case, he's in the Great Hall.
But it's Berk's Gripe Day,
so there might be a bit of a wait.
[snarling]
Uh-huh.
Stinky little buggers.
[sighs wearily]
Stoick, them wee ones of mine
are making me crazy!
They run all over the house,
breaking and wrecking everything.
They won't sit still for a minute.
I'm exhausted.
Ugh.
That's because they're sheep, Sven.
- And they should be kept outside!
- Aw, but they do get so lonely.
[bleating]
- Dad!
- Hiccup!
We really need to talk.
Hmm.
We gotta go now. Dagur won't be
out in the open for long.
Wait a minute. You want
us to battle with Dagur
and the Berserkers without
Hiccup and Toothless?
Guys, I wish Hiccup and
Toothless were here, trust me.
But they're not.
And we can't wait.
Dagur's ships have dragon-proof
chains and grappling hooks.
And the ships he's buying
are even more powerful.
But with all of us attacking at once,
Dagur won't know what hit him.
Uh, I have to say... any
aerial assault of this magnitude
would be foolish without Toothless.
He's the most powerful dragon
in our arsenal.
[groans]
Aw. But you're still my favorite, girl.
Well, it's not like we need
Hiccup and Toothless.
But it's nice to know that we have
a Night Fury when things get hairy.
You heard Johann, Astrid.
This is our last chance. Tell them.
- Well... look, Heather...
- You, too? Just forget it.
All that stuff about trust
and having my back,
I guess that was just talk.
[whistling] Oh, man!
Awkward.
- Where did you get this?
- It's Heather's.
Hmm.
She's the girl that stole Stormfly
a few years back.
Yes. Heather.
Dad, that horn has your Chief Seal
carved into it.
- It does.
- Is there something you need to tell me?
[sighs]
When a Chief has a child, Hiccup, that
child receives many gifts from all over.
When you were born, I asked Gobber to make
the smallest axe he'd ever imagined.
With a handle tiny enough
for a baby to grasp.
I wanted you to start training
the moment you opened your eyes.
[chuckles] I thought your mother
was going to feed me to the boars.
- I remember that axe.
- Yeah, you used it as a paperweight.
[stammers]
Look, about the horn, Dad...
Heather told me her
father gave it to her.
But it has your seal on it.
- Hmm.
- Dad, is Heather my sister?
[sighs]
Looks like it's just
you and me, Windshear...
as usual.
[Astrid] Hey!
If we're gonna do this, it has to be
a capture mission, not a kill mission.
- Agreed?
- Agreed.
We'll sink Dagur's armada,
and drag him back to Outcast Island.
- Let him rot there.
- Okay. Then we're with you.
You can thank me!
I was the one who rallied these guys.
- Well, that's not really my recollection.
- Quiet, Fishlegs!
As soon as she left, your lips started
to do that cute little quiver thing.
[mocking]
You quiet!
That's a tic!
It's a tic when I'm about to fight.
- So, what changed your mind?
- Hiccup.
He would never want you to face
Dagur alone again. And neither do I.
- Well, I know right where Dagur is.
- Good.
Then you won't need this.
Now, Hiccup will be able to find us.
- So, what's your plan?
- Hit him when he least expects it.
[music]
[men shouting]
[sighs]
It's a good day to strengthen my armada.
Then again, it's always a good day
to strengthen my armada.
[laughs evilly]
[joins in laughter]
What are you laughing at?
The gold is ready for the exchange, sir.
- Should we move it to the deck?
- No. Leave it down below.
But, sir, when they
arrive with the ships,
- they'll be expecting our gold.
- Yes!
And instead of our gold,
we'll give them our steel.
Heather?
Guys?
Where did everyone go?
[sniffing]
Huh?
Oh, no.
- There he is.
- Alright, lLet me guess.
You want to attack like the
rogue dragon rider that you are.
- A full frontal assault!
- No. Element of surprise?
Dragons! Incoming!
Prepare the grappling hooks!
Ready the chains!
It's hunting season.
[shouting]
[grunting]
Ah. Too high to hit anything!
We suppose to divert Dagur's attention
and stay high enough
to avoid his weaponry.
We got to get lower! I can't...
I said higher!
Hookfang, higher!
[all clamoring]
[man humming]
[sighs]
[whistling]
What are they doing up there?
Ah!
Nice surprise face.
Ooh!
Yes!
[groaning]
[shushing]
What the...
Huh?
What is going on?
Oh, come on, already!
Oh, no!
What are you doing?
- You two?
- Surprise, Dagur.
Two axes are better than one.
And twelve ships trumps two axes.
[snarling]
- I should've seen that coming.
- Windshear, finish it!
No, Heather, don't!
You promised us a capture mission.
Sorry, Astrid.
I changed my mind.
Dagur didn't "capture" my village.
So this ends here.
[laughs evilly]
If you kill me, Heather,
you'll never know...
Save it for the gods.
Windshear!
[screams]
[Hiccup] Stop!
Heather, stop.
- Move, Hiccup!
- You don't understand.
You promised me there would be
another time, and this is it!
Look. You told me
your father gave you this.
He did, but what are you doing?
This is my father's Chief Seal.
Stoick's seal is carved in my horn?
What are you saying?
I'm saying, years ago,
Stoick gave this horn
to the Chief of the Berserker tribe,
Oswald the Agreeable,
as a gift for his newborn daughter.
- But...
- You were that newborn, Heather.
Oswald the Agreeable is your father.
And he is also Dagur's father.
- No...
- [muffled] Mm?
Heather, Dagur is your brother.
You can't kill him.
- Astrid.
- I...
Fire!
Incoming!
Raise the catapults!
It's the rest of Dagur's ships!
Look out!
[groaning]
Heather, we have to go.
I have to admit,
you never disappoint, brother.
Or maybe you're actually my... my uncle.
Who knows in this crazy world?
[laughs madly]
Heather, come on!
Heather,
I'm the only family you've got left.
[growls]
Join me, sister!
Don't fight destiny!
I know you feel the Berserker blood
flowing through your veins.
No!
[chuckling]
[screaming angrily]
What are you doing?
Come back, sis!
"Heather the Unhinged"
has a nice ring to it, no?
You'll be back, and I will
welcome you with open arms!
We'll have to wait on that reunion.
Pity. Huh?
What?!
I really should've seen
that one coming, too.
All right, gang, back to the Edge!
Under the circumstances,
I wholeheartedly agree with that plan.
Guess you're leaving. Again.
I thought you were tired of being alone.
- I am.
- Then don't be.
It's safer here.
You have support.
- And I'm here.
- [sighs] I know.
I just have a lot I need to figure out.
Thanks, Astrid.
It was nice having a friend again.
Let's go, girl.
Hey, I know you guys got pretty close.
I'm sorry you're losing a friend.
But I still have you.
[cackling]
_
[evil laughter]
Let's go on, Windshear,
get us out of here!
Oh, Heather, don't fight it.
[screeching]
Toothless, we have to save her.
Well, look who the dragon flew in!
Glad you could join us, brother.
It wouldn't feel like
a family reunion without you.
Now, take out that Night Fury!
[man] Don't let him get away!
Blast the chains, Toothless, now!
Dragon-proof chains?
[laughs] Nice try, Hiccup.
You didn't think I'd make it
that easy for you, did you?
[man] Come on, lads, get him.
[grunting]
Whoa! Okay, that was too close.
Come on, bud.
If we can't blast the chains...
blast the winches.
- Come to Dagur.
- [Hiccup] Fire!
Nice shooting, bud.
Ahem. Excuse me, what good
are dragon-proof chains...
- without dragon-proof winches?!
- [thud] Ow.
Heather, you can't take on Dagur
and his fleet all by yourself.
I'm not by myself.
I have Windshear.
I'm too close!
I might not get this shot again.
- But this is suicide!
- I'm willing to do whatever it takes.
Are you willing
to sacrifice Windshear, too?
[sighs]
Heather, there will be another time.
I promise you.
[groans]
Blasting the winches, pretty smart.
Yeah, and a little luck
never hurts, either.
I talked to Johann. He told me
Dagur wiped out your village...
and your family.
I'm sorry.
Then you know why he has to pay.
I do.
But you don't have to do this alone.
I don't know. It seems like
I'm destined to be alone.
First, when I was a little girl,
I get separated from my birth family.
- Your birth family?
- Yes, but I don't remember much.
It was so long ago.
Just a few pictures in my mind.
I remember my father's hands.
They were rough, like sandstone,
but so gentle.
And I remember the smell
of his wooden shield.
I don't think I was supposed to play
with it, but he let me anyway.
And this.
He gave me this horn.
I don't know if it means something,
but whenever I look at it, I think of him.
I just wish I knew who he was.
[growling]
[snarling]
[loud growl]
Look, I'm sorry I locked up your dragons.
I just didn't trust that you guys
would let me go after Dagur.
Trust does need to be earned
with people and dragons.
Thanks for understanding, Fishlegs.
[giggles]
- I don't really trust these guys either, Heather.
- You know, we can hear you.
Jealousy is an ugly quality, Astrid.
But clearly,
I understand where it comes from.
Ugh.
The point is, we have your back,
Heather. You're one of us.
Yeah, I stocked Windshear's stable
with buckets of sea slugs.
[groans]
And I made room for you in my hut.
And I've made it clear to Snotlout
that you're not staying in his hut.
Even though
you were the rogue dragon rider
and you sabotaged our dragons
and you snuck away in the night.
Wait a minute,
why do we like you again?
- I'm truly sorry, Tuffnut.
- Whoa! That was...
sincere. What am I
supposed to do with that?
[breathing heavily]
I'm feeling a little bit flushed
and overwhelmed.
- Little help here? People!
- Ugh! Help yourself!
And if you need any help with Windshear...
Why don't I show you around the Edge?
I'm basically chief.
Thanks, guys, really. I...
Hey, glad you're back.
[whispers] Your dragon rocks.
- Let's go have some girl time.
- Good idea.
[Astrid grunts]
- Two axes are better than one.
- True. Unless you have one of these.
You really have to show me
how you made that.
Sure, but I prefer
close combat to throwing...
[grunts]
so I can stare my enemy in the eye.
Not a bad tactic.
But don't discount... Hyah!
Hmm... the element of surprise.
I like that.
It's one of Hiccup's favorite tactics.
So, you two are a thing, right?
- What? No, just friends.
- Come on.
- I've seen the way you two are together.
- No. Seriously. Friends.
- Hmm. He's kind of cute.
- I guess.
If you like that unassuming,
heroic, dragon rider type.
Bull's-eye.
Now, you and Snotlout, that's a
match made in Valhalla. [both laugh]
I don't know whether to thank you
or feel sorry for you.
I can handle Snotlout.
And besides, I'm not into
the macho Viking type.
I like a little smarts.
Like Fishlegs.
Fishlegs?!
Seriously?
[chuckles] What?
I think he's funny and cute.
We're talking about Fishlegs, right?
The guy with the Gronckle?
Okay, all right.
Enough boy talk.
What else do you do for fun around here?
[laughing]
Keep up!
[screaming]
[whooping]
[screaming]
[sighs]
Thanks, Windshear.
- Want to go two out of three?
- No.
I want to show you something.
If you can keep up.
Get 'em, Stormfly!
[sniffing]
Hey, would you knock it off, bud?
Okay?
Snooping will not gain her trust.
Huh.
Wait a minute....
That's my dad's Chief Seal!
What are we doing back at your campsite?
- You forget something?
- Nope.
Stay put, Stormfly.
Keep your ears up.
[suspenseful music playing]
Oh... it must be here.
Are you gonna clue me in
on what we're doing here?
[huffing]
- Hello?
- I'm looking for something.
[leaves rustling]
Looking for something like...
- Trader Johann?
- Miss Astrid, so nice to see you again!
Would you mind, please, lowering
your axe so my frightened
soul might be granted safe
passage back to my body?
Ugh...
[chuckles]
- Johann! Thank Thor.
- Ooh. Miss Heather!
I'm overjoyed you're not
dead. When the Terrible Terror
returned with the message
I sent, I was worried.
Then, when I arrived here
and saw your campsite abandoned,
I feared the worst.
Alright. Someone needs to
tell me what's going on.
You see, Miss Astrid,
if you need exotic spices
from a foreign land, or
one-of-a-kind cured leathers
or incredibly-difficult-to-obtain
information
detailing the exact whereabouts
of a certain dastardly Berserker,
- Trader Johann is your man.
- Dagur.
And if you need a warrior to take care
of that dastardly Berserker...
I'm your girl.
So he's got the info and
you've got the axe. Now what?
Dagur is set to purchase
a fleet of new ships
from a group of salty undesirables
in the Sea of Despair.
But be wary.
These new ships for his armada
are outfitted with powerful
anti-dragon winches and catapults!
After the deal is done,
I won't be able to find him again.
Dagur will be back in the wind.
Adrift, like a leaf in a stream.
[blows]
Ugh.
And I've used my last grapevine,
so I won't be able to offer
my invaluable, yet at time
expensive information.
Got it. Thanks, Johann.
Come on, Astrid.
You're not coming?
What part of this implies
"rushing into battle on a flying lizard"?
Hiccup!
From my lips to Odin's ears.
I was just saying I could
use you and Toothless's help
with a pesky flock of wild Nadders
that have been driving me batty!
[screeching]
Yeah, you heard me, you lousy...
No time, Gobber.
I need to see my dad. It's urgent.
Oh. In that case, he's in the Great Hall.
But it's Berk's Gripe Day,
so there might be a bit of a wait.
[snarling]
Uh-huh.
Stinky little buggers.
[sighs wearily]
Stoick, them wee ones of mine
are making me crazy!
They run all over the house,
breaking and wrecking everything.
They won't sit still for a minute.
I'm exhausted.
Ugh.
That's because they're sheep, Sven.
- And they should be kept outside!
- Aw, but they do get so lonely.
[bleating]
- Dad!
- Hiccup!
We really need to talk.
Hmm.
We gotta go now. Dagur won't be
out in the open for long.
Wait a minute. You want
us to battle with Dagur
and the Berserkers without
Hiccup and Toothless?
Guys, I wish Hiccup and
Toothless were here, trust me.
But they're not.
And we can't wait.
Dagur's ships have dragon-proof
chains and grappling hooks.
And the ships he's buying
are even more powerful.
But with all of us attacking at once,
Dagur won't know what hit him.
Uh, I have to say... any
aerial assault of this magnitude
would be foolish without Toothless.
He's the most powerful dragon
in our arsenal.
[groans]
Aw. But you're still my favorite, girl.
Well, it's not like we need
Hiccup and Toothless.
But it's nice to know that we have
a Night Fury when things get hairy.
You heard Johann, Astrid.
This is our last chance. Tell them.
- Well... look, Heather...
- You, too? Just forget it.
All that stuff about trust
and having my back,
I guess that was just talk.
[whistling] Oh, man!
Awkward.
- Where did you get this?
- It's Heather's.
Hmm.
She's the girl that stole Stormfly
a few years back.
Yes. Heather.
Dad, that horn has your Chief Seal
carved into it.
- It does.
- Is there something you need to tell me?
[sighs]
When a Chief has a child, Hiccup, that
child receives many gifts from all over.
When you were born, I asked Gobber to make
the smallest axe he'd ever imagined.
With a handle tiny enough
for a baby to grasp.
I wanted you to start training
the moment you opened your eyes.
[chuckles] I thought your mother
was going to feed me to the boars.
- I remember that axe.
- Yeah, you used it as a paperweight.
[stammers]
Look, about the horn, Dad...
Heather told me her
father gave it to her.
But it has your seal on it.
- Hmm.
- Dad, is Heather my sister?
[sighs]
Looks like it's just
you and me, Windshear...
as usual.
[Astrid] Hey!
If we're gonna do this, it has to be
a capture mission, not a kill mission.
- Agreed?
- Agreed.
We'll sink Dagur's armada,
and drag him back to Outcast Island.
- Let him rot there.
- Okay. Then we're with you.
You can thank me!
I was the one who rallied these guys.
- Well, that's not really my recollection.
- Quiet, Fishlegs!
As soon as she left, your lips started
to do that cute little quiver thing.
[mocking]
You quiet!
That's a tic!
It's a tic when I'm about to fight.
- So, what changed your mind?
- Hiccup.
He would never want you to face
Dagur alone again. And neither do I.
- Well, I know right where Dagur is.
- Good.
Then you won't need this.
Now, Hiccup will be able to find us.
- So, what's your plan?
- Hit him when he least expects it.
[music]
[men shouting]
[sighs]
It's a good day to strengthen my armada.
Then again, it's always a good day
to strengthen my armada.
[laughs evilly]
[joins in laughter]
What are you laughing at?
The gold is ready for the exchange, sir.
- Should we move it to the deck?
- No. Leave it down below.
But, sir, when they
arrive with the ships,
- they'll be expecting our gold.
- Yes!
And instead of our gold,
we'll give them our steel.
Heather?
Guys?
Where did everyone go?
[sniffing]
Huh?
Oh, no.
- There he is.
- Alright, lLet me guess.
You want to attack like the
rogue dragon rider that you are.
- A full frontal assault!
- No. Element of surprise?
Dragons! Incoming!
Prepare the grappling hooks!
Ready the chains!
It's hunting season.
[shouting]
[grunting]
Ah. Too high to hit anything!
We suppose to divert Dagur's attention
and stay high enough
to avoid his weaponry.
We got to get lower! I can't...
I said higher!
Hookfang, higher!
[all clamoring]
[man humming]
[sighs]
[whistling]
What are they doing up there?
Ah!
Nice surprise face.
Ooh!
Yes!
[groaning]
[shushing]
What the...
Huh?
What is going on?
Oh, come on, already!
Oh, no!
What are you doing?
- You two?
- Surprise, Dagur.
Two axes are better than one.
And twelve ships trumps two axes.
[snarling]
- I should've seen that coming.
- Windshear, finish it!
No, Heather, don't!
You promised us a capture mission.
Sorry, Astrid.
I changed my mind.
Dagur didn't "capture" my village.
So this ends here.
[laughs evilly]
If you kill me, Heather,
you'll never know...
Save it for the gods.
Windshear!
[screams]
[Hiccup] Stop!
Heather, stop.
- Move, Hiccup!
- You don't understand.
You promised me there would be
another time, and this is it!
Look. You told me
your father gave you this.
He did, but what are you doing?
This is my father's Chief Seal.
Stoick's seal is carved in my horn?
What are you saying?
I'm saying, years ago,
Stoick gave this horn
to the Chief of the Berserker tribe,
Oswald the Agreeable,
as a gift for his newborn daughter.
- But...
- You were that newborn, Heather.
Oswald the Agreeable is your father.
And he is also Dagur's father.
- No...
- [muffled] Mm?
Heather, Dagur is your brother.
You can't kill him.
- Astrid.
- I...
Fire!
Incoming!
Raise the catapults!
It's the rest of Dagur's ships!
Look out!
[groaning]
Heather, we have to go.
I have to admit,
you never disappoint, brother.
Or maybe you're actually my... my uncle.
Who knows in this crazy world?
[laughs madly]
Heather, come on!
Heather,
I'm the only family you've got left.
[growls]
Join me, sister!
Don't fight destiny!
I know you feel the Berserker blood
flowing through your veins.
No!
[chuckling]
[screaming angrily]
What are you doing?
Come back, sis!
"Heather the Unhinged"
has a nice ring to it, no?
You'll be back, and I will
welcome you with open arms!
We'll have to wait on that reunion.
Pity. Huh?
What?!
I really should've seen
that one coming, too.
All right, gang, back to the Edge!
Under the circumstances,
I wholeheartedly agree with that plan.
Guess you're leaving. Again.
I thought you were tired of being alone.
- I am.
- Then don't be.
It's safer here.
You have support.
- And I'm here.
- [sighs] I know.
I just have a lot I need to figure out.
Thanks, Astrid.
It was nice having a friend again.
Let's go, girl.
Hey, I know you guys got pretty close.
I'm sorry you're losing a friend.
But I still have you.