How to Train Your Dragon

  How to Train Your Dragon (The Heroic Misadventures of Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III #1)

  Cressida Cowell

  CONTENTS

  A Note from the Author ........... l

  1. First Catch Your Dragon. ...... 2

  2. Inside the Dragon Nursery 14

  3. Heroes or Exiles ............................................. 31

  4. How to Train Your Dragon 46

  5. A Chat with Old Wrinkly, 6l

  6. Meanwhile, Deep in the Ocean ........ 67

  7. Toothless Wakes Up 69

  8. Training Your Dragon the Hard Way, 81

  9. Fear, Vanity, Revenge, and Silly Jokes 89

  10. Thor'sday Thursday 103

  11. Thor is Angry 127

  12. The Green Death.............................................145

  13. When yelling doesn't.........................................156

  14. The fiendishly clever plan................................. 166

  15. The Battle at Death's Head Headland 177

  16. The Fiendishly Clever Plan Goes Wrong ............... l82

  17. In the Mouth of the Dragon................................ 186

  18. The Extraordinary Bravery of Toothless ... 190

  19. Hiccup the Useful, 200

  20. Epilogue by the Author 211

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  [Map: Isle of Berk]

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  [Map: Meathead islands ]

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  A Note from the Author

  There were dragons when I was a boy.

  There were great, grim, sky dragons that nested on the cliff tops like gigantic scary birds. Little, brown, scuttly dragons that hunted down the mice and rats in well-organized packs. Preposterously huge Sea Dragons that were twenty times as big as the Big Blue Whale and who killed for the fun of it.

  You will have to take my word for it, for the dragons are disappearing so fast they may soon become extinct.

  Nobody knows what is happening. They are crawling back into the sea from whence they came, leaving not a bone, not a fang, in the earth for the men of the future to remember them by.

  So, in order that these amazing creatures should not be forgotten, I will tell this true story from my childhood.

  I was not the sort of boy who could train a dragon with a mere lifting of an eyebrow. I was not a natural at the Heroism business. I had to work at it. This is the story of becoming a Hero the Hard Way.

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  Chapter 1 FIRST CATCH YOUR DRAGON

  Long ago, on the wild and windy isle of Berk, a smallish Viking with a longish name stood up to his ankles in snow.

  Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, the Hope and Heir to the Tribe of the Hairy Hooligans, had been feeling slightly sick ever since he woke up that morning.

  Ten boys, including Hiccup, were hoping to become full members of the Tribe by passing the Dragon Initiation Program. They were standing on a bleak little beach at the bleakest spot on the whole bleak island. A heavy snow was falling.

  "PAY ATTENTION!" screamed Gobber the Belch, the soldier in charge of teaching Initiation. "This will be your first military operation, and Hiccup will be commanding the team."

  "Oh, not Hic-cup," groaned Dogsbreath the Duhbrain and most of the other boys. "You can't put': Hiccup in charge, sir, he's USELESS."

  Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, the

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  [Image: Gobber]

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  Hope and Heir to the Tribe of the Hairy Hooligans, wiped his nose miserably on his sleeve. He sank a little deeper into the snow.

  "ANYBODY would be better than Hiccup," sneered Snotface Snotlout. "Even Fishlegs would be better than Hiccup."

  Fishlegs had a squint that made him as blind as a jellyfish, and an allergy to reptiles.

  "SILENCE!" roared Gobber the Belch. "The next boy to speak has limpets for lunch for the next

  THREE WEEKS!"

  There was absolute silence immediately. Limpets are a bit like worms and a bit like snot and a lot less tasty than either.

  "Hiccup will be in charge and that is an order!" screamed Gobber, who didn't do noises quieter than screaming. He was a seven-foot giant with a mad glint in his one working eye and a beard like exploding fireworks. Despite the freezing cold he was wearing hairy shorts and a teeny weeny deerskin vest that showed off his lobster-red skin and bulging muscles. He was holding a flaming torch in one gigantic fist.

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  "Hiccup will be leading you, although he is, admittedly, completely useless, because Hiccup is the son of the CHIEF, and that's the way things go with us Vikings. Where do you think you are, the REPUBLIC OF ROME? Anyway, that is the least of your problems today. You are here to prove yourself as a Viking Hero. And it is an ancient tradition of the Hooligan Tribe that you should --" Gobber paused dramatically --

  "FIRST CATCH YOUR DRAGON!"

  Ohhhhhh suffering scallops, thought Hiccup.

  "Our dragons are what set us apart!" bellowed Gobber. "Lesser humans train hawks to hunt for them, horses to carry them. It is only the

  VIKING HEROES who dare to tame the wildest, most dangerous creatures on Earth."

  Gobber spat solemnly into the snow. "There are three parts to the Dragon Initiation Test. The first and most dangerous part is a test of your courage and skill at burglary. If you wish to enter the Hairy Hooligan Tribe, you must first catch your dragon. And that is WHY," continued Gobber, at full volume, "I have

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  brought you to this scenic spot. Take a look at Wild Dragon Cliff itself."

  The ten boys tipped their heads backward. The cliff loomed dizzyingly high above them, black and sinister. In summer you could barely even see the cliff as dragons of all shapes and sizes swarmed over it, snapping and biting and sending up a cacophony of noise that could be heard all over Berk.

  But in winter the dragons were hibernating and the cliff fell silent, except for the ominous, low rumble of their snores. Hiccup could feel the vibrations through his sandals.

  "Now," said Gobber, "do you notice those four caves about halfway up the cliff, grouped roughly in the shape of a skull?" The boys nodded.

  "Inside the cave that would

  be the right eye of the skull is the Dragon Nursery, where there are, AT THIS VERY MOMENT, three

  thousand young dragons having their last few weeks of winter sleep."

  "OOOOOOOH," muttered the boys excitedly.

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  Hiccup swallowed hard. He happened to know considerably more about dragons than anybody else there. Ever since he was a small boy, he'd been fascinated by the creatures. He'd spent hour after long hour dragon watching in secret. (Dragon-spotters were thought to be geeks and nerds, hence the need for secrecy.) And what Hiccup had learned about dragons told him that walking into a cave with three thousand dragons in it was an act of madness.

  No one else seemed too concerned, however.

  "In a few minutes I want you to take one of these baskets and start climbing the cliff," commanded Gobber the Belch. "Once you are at the cave entrance, you are on your own. I am too large to squeeze my way into the tunnels that lead to the Dragon Nursery. You will enter the cave QUIETLY-- and that means you too, Wartihog, unless you want to become the first spring meal for three thousand hungry dragons, HA

  HA HA HA!"

  Gobber laughed heartily at his little joke, then continued. "Dragons this size are normally fairly harmless to man, but in these numbers they will set upon you like piranhas. There'd be nothing left of even a fatso like you, Wartihog -- just a pile of bones

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  and your helmet. HA HA HA HA! So . . . you will walk QUIETLY through the cave and each boy will
steal ONE sleeping dragon. Lift the dragon GENTLY from the rock and place it in your basket. Any questions so far?"

  Nobody had any questions.

  "In the unlikely event that you DO wake the dragons -- and you would have to be IDIOTICALLY STUPID to do so -- run like thunder for the entrance to the cave. Dragons do not like cold weather and the snow will probably stop them in their tracks."

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  Probably? thought Hiccup. Oh, well, that's reassuring.

  "I suggest that you spend a little time choosing your dragon. It is important to get one the correct size. This will be the dragon that hunts fish for you, and pulls down deer for you. You will catch the dragon that will carry you into battle later on, when you are much older and a Warrior of the Tribe. But, nonetheless, you want an impressive animal, so a rough guide would be, choose the biggest creature that will fit into your basket. Don't linger for TOO long in there --"

  Linger??? thought Hiccup. In a cave full of three thousand sleeping DRAGONS?

  "I need not tell you," Gobber continued cheerfully, "that if you return to this spot without a dragon, it is hardly worth coming back at all. Anybody who FAILS this task will be put into immediate exile. The Hairy Hooligan Tribe has no use for FAILURES. Only the strong can belong."

  Unhappily, Hiccup looked round at the distant horizon. Nothing but snow and sea as far as the eye could see. Exile didn't look too promising, either.

  "RIGHT," said Gobber briskly. "Each boy take a basket to put their dragon in and we'll get going."

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  The boys rushed to get their baskets, chattering happily and excitedly.

  "I'm going to get one of those Monstrous Nightmare ones with the extra-extendable claws. They're really scary," boasted Snotlout.

  "Oh shut up, Snotlout, you can't," said Speedi-fist. "Only Hiccup can have a Monstrous Nightmare, you have to be the son of a chief." Hiccup's father was Stoick the Vast, the fearsome chief of the Hairy Hooligan tribe.

  "HIC-CUP?" sneered Snotlout. "If he's as useless at this as he is at Bashyball, we'll be lucky if he even gets one of the Basic Browns."

  The Basic Brown was the most common type of dragon, a serviceable beast but without much glamour.

  "SHUDDUP AND GET INTO LINE YOU MISERABLE TADPOLES!" yelled Gobber the Belch.

  The boys scrambled into their places, baskets on their backs, and stood to attention. Gobber walked along the line, lighting the torch that each boy held in front of him from the great flare in his hand.

  "IN HALF AN HOUR'S TIME YOU WILL BE A VIKING WARRIOR. WITH YOUR FAITHFUL SERPENT AT YOUR SIDE ...

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  [ VIKING DRAGONS AND THEIR EGGS

  THE COMMON OR GARDEN and THE BASIC BROWN

  The Common or Garden and the Basic Brown are so similar that they can Be dealt with together. These are the most familiar breeds - the ones we instantly think of when we say "dragons." pr They are poor hunters, but they are easy to train. These dragons are the best k ind for family pets, although, as with a lion or a tiger, they should never he left unsupervised with very young children.

  STATISTICS

  COLORS: Green and yellow, all shades of brown

  ARMED WITH : Basic teeth and claws 3

  DEFENSES : Prickly spines 2

  RADAR : None 0

  POISON: None 0

  HUNTING ABDLITY: Lethargic hunters 3

  SPEED: Swift in retreat 8

  FEAR AND FIGHT FACTOR: good when angry 4

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  ... OR BREAKFASTING WITH WODEN IN VALHALLA WITH DRAGONS' TEETH IN YOUR BOTTOM!" screamed Gobber with horrible enthusiasm. :

  "DEATH OR GLORY!" yelled Gobber.

  "DEATH OR GLORY!" yelled eight boys back at him fanatically.

  Death, thought Hiccup and Fishlegs, sadly.

  Gobber paused dramatically, with the horn to his lips.

  I think this could possibly be the worst moment of my life SO FAR, thought Hiccup to himself as he waited for the blast of the horn. And if they shout much louder, we're going to wake up those dragons before we even START.

  "PARRRRRRRRRP!"

  Gobber blew the horn.

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  [Image: Gobber and Hiccup]

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  Chapter 2 INSIDE THE DRAGON NURSERY

  You have probably guessed by now that Hiccup was not your natural Viking Hero.

  For a start, he didn't LOOK like a Hero. Somebody like Snotlout, for instance, was tall,muscley, covered in skeleton, tattoos, and already had the beginnings of a small moustache. This consisted of a few straggly yellow hairs clinging to his upper lip and was deeply unpleasant to look at, but still impressively manly for a boy not yet thirteen.

  Hiccup was on the small side and had the kind of face that was almost entirely un-

  memorable. He DID have

  Heroic Hair, which was a very bright

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  red and stood up vertically however much you tried to wet it down with seawater. But nobody ever saw that because it was hidden under his helmet most of the time.

  You would NEVER have picked Hiccup out of those ten boys to be the Hero of this story.

  Snotlout was good at everything and a natural leader. Dogsbreath was as tall as his father and could do amusing things like farting to the tune of the Berk national anthem.

  Hiccup was just absolutely average, the kind of unremarkable, skinny, freckled boy who was easy to overlook in a crowd.

  So, when Gobber blew the horn and moved out of sight to find a comfortable rock to sit on and eat his mussel-and-tomato sandwich, Snotlout pushed Hiccup out of the way and took charge.

  "Okay, listen up, boys," he whispered in a menacing fashion. "I'M in charge, not the Useless. And

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  anybody who objects gets a knuckle sandwich from Dogsbreath the Duhbrain."

  "Ugh," grunted Dogsbreath, pounding his fists together in happy excitement. Dogsbreath was Snotlout's chief sidekick and a great, big gorilla of a boy.

  "Bash him, Dogsbreath, to show what I mean ..."

  Dogsbreath was delighted to oblige. He gave Hiccup a shove that sent him sprawling headfirst into the snow, then ground his face in it.

  "Pay attention!" hissed Snotlout. The boys dragged their eyes away from Dogsbreath and Hiccup and paid attention. "Rope yourselves together. The best climber should go first..."

  "Well, that's YOU of course, Snotlout," said Fishlegs. "You're the best at everything, aren't you?"

  Snotlout looked at Fishlegs suspiciously. It was difficult to tell whether Fishlegs was laughing at him or not, because of his squint.

  "That's right, Fishlegs," said Snotlout. "I AM." And, just in case he had been laughing at him: "Bash him, Dogsbreath!"

  While Dogsbreath pushed Fishlegs down to join Hiccup in the snow, everybody started roping themselves together.

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  Hiccup and Fishlegs were the last to be tied on, just behind a flushed and triumphant Dogsbreath.

  "Oh, brilliant," muttered Fishlegs. "I'm about to enter a cave full of man-eating reptiles tied up to eight complete maniacs."

  "If we. get to the cave ..." said Hiccup nervously, looking up at the sheer black cliff.

  Hiccup put the lighted torch between his teeth to leave his hands free, and started climbing after the others.

  It was a perilous climb. The rocks were slippery with snow and the other boys were thoroughly overexcited, making the ascent far too quickly. At one point Clueless missed his footing and fell -- luckily onto Dogs-breath, who caught him by the back of the trousers and heaved him back on to the rock again, before he brought the whole lot of them down.

  When they finally made it to the mouth of the cave, Hiccup looked down briefly at the sea pounding the rocks way below, and swallowed very hard . . .

  "Untie the ropes!" ordered Snotlout, his eyes popping with excitement at the thought of the dangers to come. "Hiccup goes into the cave first because

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  HE is the son of the Chief. ..." He sneered. "And, if any of the dragon
s ARE awake, he'll be the first to know about it! Once we're in the cave, it's every man for himself. Only the strong can belong. ..."

  Although he wasn't your usual mindless thug of a Hooligan, Hiccup wasn't a wimp, either. Being frightened is not the same as being a coward. Maybe he was as brave as anyone else there, because he went to catch a dragon despite knowing what dragons are like. And, when he had climbed perilously to the mouth of the cave and had found that inside there was a long, twisty tunnel, he still went down it, despite not being too keen on long, twisty tunnels with dragons at the end of them.

  The tunnel was dripping and clammy. At times it was high enough for the boys to walk upright. Then it would close down into narrow, claustrophobic holes that the boys could only just squeeze through, squirming on their stomachs, with the flares held in their mouths.

  After ten long minutes of walking and crawling into the heart of the cliff, the stench of dragon -- a salty stink of seaweed and old mackerel heads -- got stronger and stronger, until finally it became

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  unbearable and the tunnel opened out into an enormous cavern.

  The cavern was full of more dragons than Hiccup could ever have imagined existed.

  They were every possible color and size, and they included all the species that Hiccup had heard of, and quite a few more that he hadn't.

  Hiccup started sweating as he looked around him at pile after pile of the animals, draped over every available surface; even hanging upside down from the roof like giant bats. They were all fast asleep, and most of them were snoring in unison. This was a sound so loud and so deep that it seemed to penetrate right into Hiccup's body and vibrate around his soft insides, churning his stomach and bowels, and forcing his heart to beat at the same slow dragon pulse.