The racers chase each other through a sprawling hangar and into a vast cave, teeming with colorfully painted dragon stables.

Astrid leaps off of Stormfly, runs up Belch's spindly neck, and PLUCKS the black sheep from the Twins' hands. "Gotcha!" She tumbles through the air onto Stormfly, sticking a perfect landing.

"Well played! Hahaha! That's my future daughter-in-law!"

"That's thirteen! Astrid takes the game!" The crowd COMES UNHINGED. Astrid flies over the crowd, basking in her victory.

A boundless sky. Vast. Clear. Crisp. And from it, a BLACK SPECK rockets across the horizon. The image of unbridled freedom.

Rolling and tumbling through the ethereal cloud-scapes.

Joining high-flying Timberjacks as they soar in formation.

"Toothless! It'll be fine." Toothless dives after him. They spiral through the air, face-to-face. Toothless is having fun, despite himself.

They catch the wind, SNAPPING OPEN like WINGS... and sending him GLIDING -- out of control, at first, then stabilizing. The turbulence buffets his flight suit heavily. But he's flying!

Toothless unfolds his wings, too, catching up with Hiccup. The freedom is palpable. Hiccup and Toothless are, for the moment, the same.