Today marks the release date of How To Train Your Dragon 2. The sequel to the 2010 DreamWorks animation received very positive reviews: an 8.8/10 on IMDb and a 91% on Rotten Tomatoes. Enjoy some of the deviantART community's tribute to the film.
Curated by madizzlee, Shyree, and me.
Astrid: Not the Face by avatarmiraiAcross the sky by Sabaku-no-hana
Hiccup and Toothless by ZipporaHiccup Cosplay How to train your dragon 2 by liui-aquino
HTTYD: Mistletoe by sharkie19How to make a smile by sorata-sNight Fury by DmitrysHTTYD - Toothless 01 by wynahiros
Toothless httyd by griffsnuff Toothless by LukeFielding
HTTYD: The Final Showdown by AdoobibullTwin4
Yes, you still remember those two days long ago, when you were a child of eight and had to walk to school because your mother said it was the best method. The bus didn't go into that part of the city and the school was close and your mother was always too busy with work so she couldn't take you. The cold came very late in the year, but when it arrived, it came with a vengeance.
It was not during December when those two horrible days happen, but during the middle of February and it came with no warning. The previous week had been beautiful, with a bright sun, mild cool winds, and in the blink of an eye the city had been covered in snow.
It was horrible
To the side of the room, on the center of the wall, was a large white board with pictures, drawings, and other objects taped to it. The main picture, the one the others were attached to by a thin red marker line, was an old sketch of Jack Frost.
You had grown up to be a rather interesting girl with a fascination for knowledge. Specifically scientific knowledge. Everything that happened in this world had an explanation, and you were the person to go to if anyone needed to figure out why things occurred. But for the past years you had been more focused on that one unanswered question from you childhood.
'Who was Jack Frost?'
Taking a seat on the table in front of the board, you leaned back on your arms and stretched. Things we
Jamie was of no help, as usual, when it came to your explanation on why you had needed Jack to be here. Your response would always be that he was just selfish and wanted to keep Jack to himself, though you had originally not cared much for the winter spirit.
'Childhood existence is based on superstitions of personified weather? The next thing you’re going to say is that the yetis make the Christmas toys and not the elves. That aside, Jack should at least help in some of the experimenting after he broke my arm. You should have seen him, he was absolutely viciou
The walls were a neutral khaki color with no creative designs and were decorated only with posters of the Solar System, the Periodic Table of Elements, the Scientific Method, and many others that focused on the same subject. On each corner of the room, at the feet of the small bed, were two large bookshelves with a small stool tucked to the side of one of them.
Jack reached for one of the books, a large, hardcover book that looked old and worn out, but before he could pull it out fully to look at the content the front door opened and closed loudly. Peeking out of the bedroom, he watched you walk slowly into th
He was bad. That is what you knew; Pitch Black was what nightmares were made of, or what commanded them. Your thoughts were muddled by your nightmare, by his appearance in your reality, by your mother’s and Ruben’s reaction when you kept screaming for them to turn around and look at the threat behind them.
There was another fact that couldn’t be ignored by your analytical mind, and that was how his sole presence affected the atmosphere of the room, the attitude of those inside the room, how he was able to affect the state of your mind.
I should have paid attention,’ you thought, and the previous thoughts you had had before the nightmare were partially answered; Jack hadn’t been a fixation