#script rewrite

What if Hiccup shot down the Lightfury instead? Some of the editing isn’t good, just a forewarning but enjoy!

A fish is thrown into the cove with a moment later of nothing Hiccup peeks through a gap in the rock with a shield half his size, looking around cautiously. Again nothing to be seen, not even anything to hear. Hiccup tried to go throuw with his shield but it go stuck, deciding to go under he pulled on the shield again only for it to be stuck tighter in. Hiccup grabbed the raw fish by the gills looking around for the snow white dragon.

Then he heard a snort from behind him, turning around he saw the Lightfury crouched on a rock like a stealthy leopard. It slowly came down from the rock, growling as she did so, approaching him ready to pounce at any hostile movement. Hiccup swallowed his fear as he held out the fish like an offering. The Lightfury with much suspicion studied him as she slowly approached, she smelled a familiar metal and her eyes fell on his waist. The dagger was in his belt. The dragon hissed taking steps back arching her back as Hiccup reached for it realizing that, that was the reason it was growling.

As he held it he got another threating growl. Hiccup paused carefully, lifting it by the handle and tosses it away. The dragon didn’t find it enough as she nodded her head to the pond with a growl, Hiccup picked it up, with his foot, balencing it before throwing it to the pond with a plot. 

The Lightfury stood up abruptly with elegantly and calmness, she was aware that the dagger was the only weapon the boy had on him so there was no point in her being hostile if he wasn’t. Besides he was thin, scrawny and full of fear, it wouldn’t be fair if she kept up the threatening nature. 

Remembering that he had the fish Hiccup held it out again, she the fish sniffing out as she slowly approached and opening her mouth to which Hiccup notices missing teeth. He distinctly remembered seeing teeth in their first confrontation.

“Huh, toothless. I could've sworn you had... A set of razor sharp teeth emerge from the Lightfury’s gums to grab the fish snatches and gnashes it up, swallowing it completly. “... teeth.” 

The teeth retract again as the Lightfury licked her lips, she looked back at him almost expectantly as she approached him causing Hiccup retreat nervously. “Uh, no. No, I don't have any more.” 

The Fury backs Hiccup against a rock going to the the same position as their first meeting. The dragon closed in over him and after a tense moment she gagged until half a chunk of fish onto Hiccup's lap. A bit disgusted Hiccup looks around confused as his eyes met the Lightfury, exchange stares, the Fury looked down at the fish to which Hiccup realizes what she wants him to do. Hiccup crouches slowly and squeamishly picks it up. The dragon waits expectantly. Hiccup gags and gnaws off a bite of the slimy fish. He forces a smile. She mimics him. 

Amazed, Hiccup sits up and tries to touch her. she hisses and flaps off to a crash on the other side of the cove leaving Hiccup with two thoughts. 1. ‘She was like a snow angel, white as snow and an angel, a violent one but an angel, Snøengel (How to pronounce: Snow En-gel) seemed like a good name.’ 

And 2. 

‘I wanna touch her’

She blasted down at the mossy ground until it burned at reached a warm temperature for her to lay down on, better then the cold grassy ground, and curls up on it like a giant cat. Hearing a noise she looked up to a nearby tree where a bird flew, something she missed dearly, before she noticed Hiccup seated beside her giving a small wave. 

Snøengel decided to tolerated his persistent presence as she turned her body around and used her tail to cover her face since he did give her food after being stuck in this cove for weeks... until Hiccup inched forward and tried to touch her damaged tail. Snøengel moves her tail and uncovers her face to look at him with a ‘what are you doing?’ face, Hiccup immediately stands up, takes the hint and leaves. 

Later in the night Snøengel hangs upside down from a tree like a bat waking up from a small slumber she spots Hiccup still here sitting on the other side of the cove sketching in the sand. Hiccup uses a stick to draw Snøengel, not noticing that the real Snøengel  moved and appeared next to him watching carefully. Aware of her presence Hiccup continued not wanting to scare her off or annoy her like before pretended not to notice her and finish his drawing. 

Snøengel’s head tilts upwards at the retaliation that it was her the human was drawing, and idea forms in her head and walks off with Hiccup finally lifting his head up to see her break off a branch and moments later reappears next to with an entire branch in her mouth drawing lines in the sand around him.

She rushes here and there, making lines in every direction even accidentally hitting Hiccup in the processes. Finally Snøengel drops the tree and inspects her work nodding at her masterpiece with content. Hiccup stands and takes in the sprawling scribble, amazed by the fact that a dragon understood what he was doing and even tried copying him by doing the same, he walks around but accidentally steps onto one of the lines, eliciting an instant growl from Snøengel. He looking up just as fast he lifted his foot up and she stopped, testing a theory he stepped on it again causing another growl and again.

Hiccup stepped over the line stopping Snøengel from growling and standing up straight, with a smile Hiccup carefully stepped between each line moving swiftly at every turn as if in a trance, turning round and round until he reaches the end. A strong breeze in his hair makes him realize Snøengel is behind him and steps back. Once again, they're face to face only this time without any hostile nature. Hiccup slowly extends his hand like before erupting a growl from the dragon. Hiccup took his hand back, he had an idea, a stupid one but he wanted to at least test it.

Turning his head away and closing his eyes he reaches his hand out Snøengel looks at it, he trusted her enough to not attack him as he willingly looked away from a predator that could easily snap him in half. Snøengel hesitates… and then bridges the gap, pressing her muzzle against Hiccup's hand. Hiccup feeling her smooth snout looks up in astonishment before she shifted her head back. With a snort she leaves as quickly as she used to fly.

Basically, it's Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World, but make it MHA and gay.

Josh: Why are you with him?

Maya: Because he was there! Because my dad left and my mother works all day and you were always treating me like I was nothing! And then suddenly there’s this nice, handsome guy who cares about me and who wants me to be okay! Of course I said yes when he asked me out! And maybe . . . maybe I don’t love him the way I should. Maybe I never did. But I have wasted too much time waiting around for somebody to love me. And now that somebody does, I can’t lose him. I know that makes me a bad person. Keeping him around when there’s someone else who cares about him more. But I just can’t lose him. I don’t want to be alone again.

Josh: You were never alone, Maya.

Maya, sarcastic: Yeah, like you were around.

Josh: I was talking about Riley.

Maya: What?

Josh: Riley. The girl who loves you more than anyone else in the world. The one who’d do anything for you, including letting you date the boy that she has feelings for. You were never alone. She made sure of that.

*Silence*

Tom: Ladies first, Gregory.

He grabs the envelope on the top of the pile defensively, opening it to pull out the file, and snaps the first page open. He is curt as he addresses Tom.

Greg: You uh have been absent from the office, as of late...

Tom: I was out of town. For personal reasons, none of your business.

He glances at him but Tom just leans far away, his face tight. Greg looks back down at the file.

Greg: ... this one does not seem to mention anything related to Cruises.

He tries to put the file back.

Tom: Are you absulutely sure, Greg? Let me see.

He slides him the file, and begins to open another envelope. Tom is studying the paper.

Tom: (sharp laugh) you are right, Greg. No mentions of Cruises whatsoever.

Greg: (muttering) yeah that is like what I said...

Tom: (clearing his throat) So you just continue doing that then, Greg. All Cruises files on this pile, you get the idea, don't you, big boy, huh?

Greg: Sure man...

He hands Greg the file back and folds his hands in his lap. Then he takes a breath, as if trying calm himself, and turns to Greg with enormous effort.

Tom: So... are you enjoying the rain then, Greg?

Greg: ...

Tom: What?

Greg: Dude, seriously? You’re asking me about the weather?

Tom: Yes, it seems so. Why not? You got a problem with small talk, Greg?

Greg: No, if it like uh answers your question. I don’t like the cold, particularly. Or like... the wet? Or the gray. Or parkas. Or like turtle necks, for that matter.

En esta crisis sanitaria global que estamos viviendo por fin he visto la última de Star Wars. Y tengo... opiniones...

Le comenté a un compañero de trabajo (antes de que nos mandasen a todos a trabajar desde casa) que todavía no la había visto y el tío se echo la mano al pecho y me dijo "pero vas super atrasada!". A lo que yo contesté "piri vis sipir itrisidi!". Porque tengo cinco años, al parecer.

En fin, en esta cuarentena autoimpuesta que espero que todos los estéis en España estéis siguiendo...

...al fin he visto la película. Y ha sido suficiente para mandar mi culo de vuelta a tumblr, donde siempre todos decimos que vamos a escribir y luego no escribimos.

Para dejarlo claro, no me ha gustado. Así que estaba pensando en dos opciones:

1. Hago un análisis de la película, de dónde falla y por qué

2. Una completa reescritura de toda la película en mis propios términos a modo de "Script Doctor".

Al que le interese alguna opción en concreto que lo ponga en los comentarios y si sólo le dais a me gusta acabaré haciendo la que más me apetezca. Los reblogueos también ayudan y son un detallazo que llena mi corazón de cosas bonitas, así como información adicional.

A disfrutar de la cuarentena!