All language subtitles for Dragons Race to the Edge - S02E05 (2015) WEB.eng

This changes everything.

Coming in hot.

Ha-ha. That's right.
Get some, dragon hunters. Get some.

Snotlout, Snotlout! Oy, oy, oy!

The judge from Berserker Island
gave you a six.

Um, nice effort, Snotlout.

We all need to stay sharp,

especially with Dragon Hunters
on the loose.

Astrid, you're up.

You really should loosen
your grip a little, boy-o.

It maximizes
the bone shattering potential.

-Dad?
-Spitelout!

Uh, what a... What a pleasant surprise.

Um. Dull.

Yeah, I was just telling them that, Dad.

Hey, did you see that--

I come with news from Berk.

There's to be a union tomorrow
between two proud houses,

our family, House Jorgenson, and...

What kind of muttonhead
would marry into the Jorgensons?

...Astrid's family, House Hofferson.

Wait, did he just say, House Hofferson?

That is unprecedented.

There has never been
a union between these two families.

Hoffersons have always
disliked Jorgensons and--

Jorgensons have always
irritated Hofferson.

Wait, this means
Snotlout is gonna be family.

What's the problem, "cuz"?

This is just going to bring us... closer.

Welcome to the family, lass.

Now, on to business.

Wow.

The Jorgenson Family Ceremonial Axe.
There's never been a union without it.

Aye. And, as you know,
it will need to be present tomorrow

at Berk's sacred matrimonial site,
the Island of Friga,

to chop down the Betrothal Birch
for this union to be official.

So, you, Snotlout, will be delivering it.

Sweet.

That's quite an honor, Snotlout.

This privilege is only given
to the bravest and most virile member

of the Jorgenson clan.

And you guys are looking at him.

Boom, baby! Wow!

I would have done it myself,

if I wasn't already responsible
for procuring the beasts

for the union's ceremonial 400-boar feast.

But I am the family's natural second
choice for the job.

Of course, Hedgelout wasn't available.

He's still missing at sea.

Third choice. That's still good, right?

-And then there was Griplout.
-Griplout?

Are you talking about the Jorgenson
that lost both his arms

in that freak mutton accident?

Aye, he just couldn't get a good enough
hold on the axe with his teeth.

Remember,
there's a lot riding on this, boy-o.

No axe, no wedding.

No wedding... Well, hopefully you're
smart enough to at least figure that out.

Whelp, I have to be on my way.

Boars don't grow on trees, you know.

Thank Thor I don't have to go
to that ridiculous--

Oh, lass. Your folks are expecting you
to represent your family at the ceremony.

So better get a move on.

- You, too, Hiccup.
- What? Me?

Aye. Stoick's orders.
You're representing the Haddocks.

Yeah, tell me about it.

See you at the ceremony!

Onward, dragon.
Spitelout, Spitelout! Oy, oy, oy.

Don't worry, Dad. I got this.

What are you all looking at?
I can do this.

Don't you just love union ceremonies?

Don't know. Never been to one.

What, really?

Yeah, us Thorstons
are not exactly the marrying kind.

We're more of the mutton kind.

Well, as luck would have it,

I am some what of an authority
on Viking union ceremonies.

What do you say you meet me at my hut,

I will teach you
everything you need to know.

Great! Because we know very little
about most things.

Last one picked.
He could have more faith in me than that.

What? What did I ever do?

There was that time you brought
all those Changewing eggs,

-and nearly destroyed the village.
-Fishlegs' fault.

That time you released
the Skrill from its ice block.

-Nearly destroyed the village.
-Twins' fault.

What about flying us into the waterspout
and landing us on Outcast Island?

-That was terrific.
-Act of Thor.

Act of Snotlout.

All I know is when I ride in
with this axe,

I'm gonna shove it in
all their Jorgenson faces.

Boom! "No axe, no wedding, boy-o--"

Toothless, power dive!

I don't see it.

It's gotta be down there.
We have to go and get it back.

It could be anywhere.
That island isn't exactly tiny.

If it even landed there
and not in the ocean.

We're finding that axe.
We have till sundown.

Hey, is it too late to call Griplout?

Ha-ha. That's funny.
Keep it up, Astrid. Keep it up

Ha-ha. There it is. See?

I'll just grab it
and we'll get back up in the air.

Problem solved.

What is it, bud?

What's gotten into them?

And, it's in one piece?

This could've gone way worse.

It's really stuck in there.

Snotlout!

Oh, no.

Okay, now it's way worse.

Watch out!

Ha. Hey!

This is my family's axe.

Give it up!

Snotlout, let go of the axe.

No way, Hiccup.
I'm not leaving this island without it.

-He's gonna get himself killed.
-What else is new?

Hey, watch it!

Keep blasting,
Hookfang, we'll get in close.

Astrid, follow me.

Steady, Stormfly!

Up, up!

Stormfly, what's wrong?

Hang in there.

Hiccup,
that blast does a number on the eyes.

Whoa! Good to know. Okay, bud,
let's stay clear of those blasts.

Toothless. Look out!

Toothless!

Hang on, bud. Things are about to heat up.

Whew! Thank you, Gronckle Iron.

Don't let up, Hookfang. Pour it on.

-It's gone.
-But so is the axe.

-Snotlout, what are you doing?
-There's still time!

No.

Astrid, we have to.

This is his mess. Let him clean it up.

Fine.

Okay, so table etiquette
is not really your strong suits.

Oh, yeah.

Why don't we move on
to the actual union ceremony?

Ruffnut, you can stand in for our bride,
and I will be the groom.

Tuffnut, you can be our officiator.

Nice. I'm finally official.

Those would be the traditional Viking
union words. You read them.

Out loud.

Oh, okay. I read them in my head.

Anyhoo...
"Ye, Fishlegs Ingerman, child of Odin,

dost taketh Ruffnut Eugene Thorston,
daughter of Freyja, to be his betrothed.

And, by utterance of these words,

this union may only be broken
in the Halls of Valhalla."

You may head-butt the bride.

I just added that part.

Great, so that's how
a Viking union ceremony is performed.

It's nice, isn't it? Now we dance.

-Oh, girl.
-Oh, wait a second.

I knew it. This stuff all looked familiar.
It's all coming back now.

This is same as when I trained
with the town officiator on Berk.

You did what?

I took a course, in performing
Viking union ceremonies.

Slipped my mind.
I am a man of many talents, after all.

So you officially trained
with the town officiator?

I mean,
that's a lot of officiating, but yeah.

Tuff can perform Viking union ceremonies.
We've just never been to one.

I can check that off my bucket list.

Wait. Do you know what this means?

Oh, yeah, I do.
A whole new world is open to me.

A new career.
New potentiality, new possibilities.

And all those happy officiated faces

looking back at me
into my eyes with gratitude.

No? Okay, you go.

It means Ruffnut and I just got married.

And Viking unions are forever.

It can only be broken in Valhalla.

There he is.

If it welds my axe to its body,
I'll never get it back.

Easy, Snotlout. We can't risk another
dust-up with ol' "Armor Wing" over there.

I cannot go to that wedding
without the axe.

But, we can't get close enough
to pry it free.

Hey, you know what's near here.
Hiccup, hand me your map.

-Uh... Ha! That's it!
-What's "it"?

We can't get close to that dragon,
but something else can.

You know,
you never really make much sense,

but this is bad, even for you.

We have an axe to steal
and I know the perfect guys for the job.

We're going to Breakneck Bog

and we're training us
some Smothering Smokebreaths.

Don't worry, girl. There has to be some
way to dissolve this union.

It can't actually only be
broken in Valhalla, right?

Um, what are you doing?

I'm thinking, I want to do a dead animal
carcass thing in the corner.

No, absolutely not!

There'll be no dead animals
in this home, Ruffnut.

-What did you just call me?
-I just called you--

We're gonna have to lose that
"Ruffnut" thing. We're married.

From now on, it's either honey,
sweetie, dear or snookie-pie.

-Got it?
-"Snookie-pie"?

Better. Now, we're gonna have to
get rid of some of your stuff

to make room around here.
Let's start with those dragon figurines.

But they're vintage.

-And, now they're gone.
-What exactly are we making room for?

For us.

What? You didn't think we weren't
part of this deal, did you?

Don't worry, girl, I will figure this out.

I always wanted a brother.
You've made us so happy, Fishlegs.

Can I remind everyone that Smothering
Smokebreaths cannot be trained?

Maybe, but they love metal

and could be the only hope I have
of getting that axe back.

They must be out hunting. We got lucky.

This is perfect! We'll use whatever metal
we pull to lure them to the Armor Wing.

We need to work faster.

They won't be happy when they see
what we're doing.

Uh, guys?

Everyone, grab as much metal
as you can carry.

Let's get these guys to the Armor Wing.
Hookfang, wing blast!

Ha-ha! Is this the best idea
I've ever had, or what?

Bar's not really high
on that one is it, Snotlout?

Yeah, well your bar's so...

Shut it, Hiccup.

Silent Sven's wife
has a fish-gutting station.

I want a fish-gutting station, too!

But, dear,
where will you put it? There's no room.

Now there's room.

It's not so bad, Meatlug,
we can make the best of it.

Hey, bro-in-law,
wifey wants you back inside.

She says you have to start learning
how to fly Belch,

since you guys are married now.

But, my Meatlug. She's my--

Fishlegs! Get your butt in here.

Coming, dear.

Newlyweds, am I right?

You said it, sister.

Yeah-ha!

Just a little further.
You're gonna be happy we ripped you off.

Feast your beady eyes on that!

It's actually working.

That's it. Bring the axe to Snotty.

Hey, my axe!
We had a deal, you little deal-breakers.

I got him, Snotlout.
We'll funnel him towards you.

Boom!

Thank you.

There's too many of them.
We need to break this up.

No scales. That's why it needs metal.

What's happening?

The Smokebreaths think the Armor Wing
is one giant piece of metal.

We can't let them pull its armor apart.
It'll be defenseless.

-So, what do we do?
-Follow me.

We have to fly it through
the Armor Wing's blasts.

-We have to what?
-Trust me.

Okay, Stormfly, now twirl!

Stormfly!

I owed you one.

Hey, Smokies, check this out!

Now I think we earned its trust,
but I wouldn't push our luck.

Sundown!
Snotlout, you need to get out of here.

She's right. Go.
We'll be right behind you.

Oh, no.

Hookfang, we're too late.

Snotlout, we'll say it was our fault.

We can say we're the ones
that made you late.

No. It was my fault. I got this.

I know what you're gonna say, Dad.
I messed up again.

I ruined the union ceremony.

And I let you down,
and all the Jorgensons down.

But you have no idea what I went through
to get this here.

I risked my life and my friends' lives

fighting a gigantic torch-breathing dragon
for this stupid thing.

And if that's not good enough for you,

then I guess I'm never going
to be good enough.

I said it! So, here is your stupid axe,
and sorry about the ceremony.

What in Thor are you going on about,
boy-o? There's not going to be a union.

Wait, what?

Oh, a brawl broke out
at the rehearsal dinner.

It's a good thing you didn't get
the axe here earlier.

It would've got really ugly.

But, nice work anyway, Son.
I knew I could count on you.

Whelp, if we're done here,
I have 400 boars to return.

He knew he could count on me.

Spitelout, Spitelout! Oy, oy, oy!

Ha-ha, whoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo!

-Yeah!
-What in the name of Thor?

Come on, girl. We're related.
Come on, come on, girl. Come on.

Eh, guys, what's going on?

Hiccup, meet the Ingerman-Thorstons.

We're the model of a modern Viking family.

We've only been gone a day.
What possibly could have happened?

You remember how I studied
with the officiator, back on Berk?

While you guys were gone,
I accidentally married Ruff and Fishlegs.

But despite that little snafu,
we're all very happy now.

Well, most of us anyway.

I hate to break it to you,
but you can't perform Viking unions.

Wait, what? I can't? Are you sure?

You never completed your training

because the officiator jumped off a cliff
halfway through your first lesson.

That was so funny.

Right, it was probably a bad idea
to hold classes on the edge of a cliff.

I mean,
we lost a lot of good educators that way,

especially the ones I pushed.

Wait. Why are you here?
Shouldn't you be at the union?

-Ha. Long story.
-But we did find a new dragon.

A new dragon? Great,
I get married and no one calls me anymore.

Fishlegs! My feet need massaging.

They're getting sweaty again.

Coming, dear.

Hey, bro-in-law, remember
how I married you and Ruff?

Well, it turns out
that I can't marry people after all.

So, presto! Union dissolved.

What? Oh, that's incredible!

I haven't been this happy
since my wedding day.

My wedding day...

Aw, my door is always open.

I guess you can keep the shark.

Fishlegs married Ruffnut.
I guess anything is possible.

Well, one thing's for certain,
no Hofferson will ever marry a Jorgenson.

Never say never, right, Astrid?

Never.

How long is "never"?