HICCUP, asleep, his head on a pillow. Healing scars on his
face show that maybe a week or two have passed.
Toothless hovers over him, WHINING and GRUMBLING impatiently.
Hiccup stirs. Opens his eyes.
Oh, hey Toothless.
Toothless excitedly nuzzles and nudges Hiccup.
Okay, okay! I’m happy to see you
too, bud. Now just—
Toothless steps on his groin, causing Hiccup to sit BOLT
UPRIGHT with a YELP.
He looks around, confounded. He’s in his bed, moved beside
the fire pit on the main floor of his house.
I’m in my house.
(re: Toothless, leaning
over him, excited)
You’re in my house.
Toothless TEARS around the room, knocking things over, far
too big for the space.
Uh…does my dad know you’re in
Toothless pauses at the foot of the bed, tongue wagging. He
eyes the rafters… and LEAPS UP onto them, brimming with
'happy dog' energy.
Okay, okay — no Toothless! Aw,
Hiccup shifts to get out of bed… then pauses… sensing
that something is wrong.
He peels back the covers slowly. What he sees startles,
horrifies, and overwhelms him — all at once.
ON THE BARE FLOOR
His booted foot touches down. Followed by a mechanical
prosthetic in place of his second leg. It’s an ingenious
spring-loaded replacement, made of wood and iron.
Toothless lands by the bed and approaches calmly, sniffing
the new leg. He raises his eyes to meet Hiccup’s, seemingly
aware of what Hiccup is going through.
Hiccup braces himself on the bedpost and tries to stand on
it. He winces and stifles the pain…
but STUMBLES with the first step. Toothless catches
Hiccup’s fall with his head… and slowly lifts him up,
Hiccup leans on him like a crutch. They take a few steps
Their missing parts form a poetic silhouette as they make
their way toward the door.