Erets Rant
“You’re right, bud. It’s time. Go. Lead them to the Hidden World,” Hiccup told Toothless. “You’ll be safe there. Safer than you could ever be with me.”
“Bullshit,” said Eret. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Or seeing, for that matter. Once again, everyone was just blindly doing what Hiccup wanted.
“What?”
“You heard me. Bullshit. What makes you think he won’t be safe up here? On this insanely tall island that only dragons can reach the top of?” he demanded. “And what do you mean, lead them to the Hidden World? Who’s ‘them’ exactly?”
“The other dragons.”
“What, the wild ones?”
“No… Eret, the world just isn’t ready for dragons. You saw that armada! It’s better if we let them go; they’ll all be safe in the Hidden World, away from hunters. Toothless is the King of Dragons; he has to go and be their leader.”
Eret scoffed a mocking laugh. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. That’s your argument? I’m pretty sure we just watched your precious ‘king of dragons’ order this entire flock into cages, just to save his sparkly new girlfriend.”
They both flinched. “He didn’t have a choice! Grimmel was gonna kill her”-
“Of course he wasn’t gonna kill her. She was his only bargaining chip. And even if he was, that doesn’t make your dragon a good leader! What the hell happened to ‘the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few’?” Eret glared. “I’m just gonna fucking say it. Toothless is a terrible Alpha.”
Everyone gasped. Eret pushed on. “He wasn’t trying to keep the flock under control back on Berk, then he ditched ‘em all to chase after her,” he jabbed his thumb at the Light Fury, who hissed, “and when he comes back he orders all our dragons to please walk into the cages. Grimmel never even told him to!”
Astrid snapped “you’re out of line. How dare you speak to your chief like that?”
Your chief. Something in Eret broke free. He’d already lost a lot of respect for Hiccup; in that moment, he lost respect for Astrid as well. “He’s not my chief. Even if he were, I wouldn’t listen to him. He’s as bad a leader as his dragon.”
More shocked gasps. For a bunch of Vikings, these people sure were sensitive. “Hiccup is a great chief!” Astrid protested. “He’s one of the best we’ve ever”-
“Would a great chief cram his village full of dragons?” Eret sneered. “Would a halfway decent chief do that, risking injury and food shortage? Or force his entire tribe to abandon their home and chase a myth, or force them to give up their scaly friends - why, because there’ll always be bad people out there?”
Hiccup snapped “if you’d warned us about Grimmel sooner, we could have been better prepared. Maybe next time don’t wait until the last bloody minute!”
“Oh, no, don’t you dare try to pin your shortcomings on me. I admit, I could have mentioned Grimmel earlier - but everything I just mentioned, that was all your doing.” He poked the younger man in the chest. “If you think I’m gonna let you strand me on this gods-forsaken rock, I’ve got news for you. I’m taking Skullcrusher and I’m going home. To my actual home, and my actual tribe.”
“Fine! Go! See if I care,” Hiccup scowled. “But you’re not taking Skullcrusher. He belongs with his own - hey!” Eret was already climbing into the saddle.
Well, since he was leaving forever, might as well burn a few more bridges. “Bye, everyone! Gobber, I feel sorry for the next bloke you start creeping on. Valka, have fun getting hit on by Snotlout. Fishlegs… you’re the only one I still like. Good job.” He waved to their shocked faces as Skullcrusher took off.
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Anti-Grimmel Song
You’re an ugly crusty bigot with a face just like a troll
And when it comes to boasting, sir, well you are on a roll
But I for one ain’t buying any of the lies you tell
So let’s go through them one by one and disprove them as well
You said that Stoick knew of you but if he really did
I’m pretty sure he would’ve tried to warn his only kid
That you might try and kill Toothless but he never said a word
So I suspect that claim of yours is patently absurd
I know you think that Night Furies cannot survive the cold
Yet Toothless seems quite fine here and he’s 21 years old
These islands are a few degrees south of freezing to death
And if Furies really hate the cold he’d already have left
You also like to tell folks that Night Furies cannot fly
Long distances without a rest, but that is just a lie
Toothless once flew for miles back to Berk in ‘bout a day
With Drago fucking Bludvist on his shoulders by the way
And you seem quite convinced that Night Furies mate for life
How generous of you to try and get Toothless a wife
But how would you even know that if you only ever kill
Night Furies when you see them; I say that’s a load o’ swill
And now at last we have come to the biggest lie of all
That you tell everyone you meet because you have the gall
To expect us to believe that you’ve killed every Night Fury
Except the most conspicuous one in all of history
And that is why I took the time to write and sing this song
Because I just couldn’t resist the chance to prove you wrong
So I hope anyone who’s listening can now admit
That every word out of your mouth is just complete bullshit
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Biology worksheet included this comic for some reason
Comedic genius in the wild! I had to pursue, so I visited Theresa McCracken's website and holy mother of bangers
This person can fucking DRAW a cow.
McHumour.com just never misses
Note that there were 8310 child labour themed cartoons before this one.
I don't even understand the point they are trying to make half the time.
What?
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