Mara POV...

After mom and dad set off to go speak with the Viking Chief, me and Hiccup started to do our own thing. He was leading me to their forge, where he worked as the blacksmith's apprentice. Coincidentally the blacksmith was actually Gobber, the blond mustached, smelly Viking man from before. From what I've heard he's really the only one in the village who likes, or at least even tolerates Hiccup. As we head through the village to the blacksmith, many Vikings give us a wide berth, eyeing us in a mixture of wariness, annoyance, suspicion, and disgust. Most of that was directed at Hiccup, which I found stupid. I'm the one who's the adopted daughter of the one they call a witch and they still hate Hiccup more!

"Not to be rude but, how do you even lift those massive swords to sharpen?" I asked incredulously. "Your arms seem way to skinny to do that."

"Oh it's definitely not easy that's for sure," he says in agreement. "I've lost count of the number of times I've almost cut or smashed myself with something in there."

"That's ridiculous," I reply, shaking my head. "Do you make anything else in there? Like, your own little gadgets or something?"

"Yeah, but almost all of them end up doing more harm than good," he says dryly.

I shrug my shoulders. "Hmm. Practice makes perfect," I remarked. "At least that's what dad tells me every time I'm training with him."

"Wish I had that," he says quietly, and I frown in response, remembering the fact that nobody seems to care about him. Before I could respond, he quickly speaks again. "So, what kind of training do you do?" he asks curiously, eager to know.

"Mostly Jedi training," I told him. "Either lessons about using or feeling things with the Force, or lightsaber training."

Hiccup frowned. "Your mom Ah... umm, what was her name?" he asks.

"Ahsoka."

"Yeah that's it!" he says. "She told me about the Force a little bit. I'm still trying to wrap my head around that but... what's a lightsaber?"

I look at him in bewilderment before remembering the problem. "Oh, well basically it's the weapon of a Jedi. Umm... It's a, sword I guess you could say, but made of weightless, plasma energy."

He stares at me with a blank look. "You just lost me."

I make and irritated noise and try to think of a better explanation. "Alright, how about this: a lightsaber is basically, a blade made out of... compact fire?" I say slowly, shrugging. "Lets go with fire, although it isn't fire by any means. And they can cut through almost anything, with the blade being weightless."

He gaped at me in bewilderment. "A blade made of fire? But you're saying it's weightless... so it just pops out of the sword handle or something?"

I nod my head with a pleased smile. "Yes, exactly! But never touch the blade, or else your hand or whatever part you touch it with will be immediately sliced off or burned," I told him. "I wish I had my own, then I'd be able to show you."

"That's nuts. But if you're training with those, why don't you have your own?" Hiccup asks me, slightly confused.

"Lightsabers are powered by kyber crystals, which are small crystals flowing with the Force." I explained slowly. "In order to make one, I need to find my own specific crystal, and it can't just be any kyber crystal I find."

"Why not? All of those crystals you said have the Force, so why wouldn't any of them work?" he questions.

"Mom says that I have to bond with my own specific crystal through the Force. Once they say I'm ready, then they'll take me on a trip to get my own," I said longingly, imagining the bought of me having my very own lightsaber. I wonder what color it would be? I'd prefer purple, because purple is a cool color.

Hiccup has a thoughtful look on his face as he takes it all in. "Well, I kind of understand what you mean, but not all of it," he finally says. "You know what, I'll figure it out later," he decides.

"Yeah I'm not the best at explaining it either," I say in agreement before stopping beside a small house, frowning in annoyance as I sense something. Hiccup stops as well, eyeing me in confusion.

"Why'd you stop?" he asks.

"Because of these nerfherders," I reply, turning to the right and quickly pushing away a large cart of apples with the Force. Hiccup jumps in surprise, still not used to seeing the Force in action, and crouching behind the cart was three of those other kids from earlier. Two of them are twins, brother and sister while the other is the annoying jerk I pushed away earlier. They widen their eyes in surprise at being caught, and the jerk eyes me nervously, afraid I'll do more.

Hiccup sighs. "Snotlout, what are you three doing?" he asks dryly, wanting nothing more than to leave.

I cover my mouth with my hand to hide my laughs at Snotlout's name. Seriously?

Speaking of which, he gets to his feet with a glare, standing up straight in an attempt to look intimidating, leering at us. "Nothing Useless, why don't you mind your own business?" he says rudely.

"Why don't you mind yours?" I demand, giving him a glare.

Despite trying to look in charge and tough, I don't miss how his eyes glance at me with a hint of fear, and I can sense his unease clearly. I smirk in amusement.

"Mind our what?" one of the twins asks.

"Our business you moron!" his sister says, smacking him on the helmet.

"Our business? I thought we were spying on their business," he says rather stupidly, a look of intense confusion on his face as he points to us.

"No we weren't Tuffnut!" Snotlout exclaims angrily.

"Oh really? Then whose business are we minding? Ruffnuts? Yours? I don't get it," he replies, and I raise an eyebrow in surprise and confusion at his stupidity, leaning over to Hiccup.

"Is he serious?" I whisper.

"Yeah, stupid is really the only word to describe the twins. Everybody knows it," he replies simply, obviously used to it.

Apparently Snotlout is as well, since even he rolls his eyes, fed up with them. "Whatever. You two are of no help at all," he grumbles.

"Yeah, you guys suck!" Tuffnut exclaims. "Especially Ruffnut!"

Said person glares at him furiously. "What did you just say?" she demands.

"I said you suck!" he repeats mockingly.

"At least I don't suck like you!" she retorts, and the two get into a brawl immediately, bashing each other in the face and rolling back down the hill overtop of each other. They pass by another Viking, who watches them go by incredulously before shaking his head in exasperation and irritation, continuing on like nothing happened. My eyes are wide in bewilderment and surprise, seeing Hiccup's point.

"Yeah, I see your point..." I trail off as the twins move out of sight, and Hiccup hums in agreement.

"Anyways..." Snotlout drawls. "What are you losers doing?"

I frown at him in annoyance while Hiccup sighs. "Heading to the forge, like every other day. To work with Gobber," he replies, saying it like he's repeated it a thousand times.

"Oh yeah? Then what's your reason?" he demands, pointing a finger at me. "Hanging out with Useless?"

"I'm with him because I want to have a friendly conversation with him," I reply angrily. "Which you seem incapable of having, so why don't you shove it and go away before I make you?" I say threateningly.

Sadly his stubbornness and pride don't let him back down, like he should have and he gets up in my face. "What're you gonna do then huh? Use your weak magic push, you little witch?" he taunts insultingly.

"Snotlout-" Hiccup starts to say but I raise a hand in his direction to get him to stop. Glaring up at Snotlout, I huff at his stupid insult.

"Better a little witch than a fat little pig," I retorted, smirking.

He widens his eyes and his face turns red with rage. "Why you little-"

He doesn't get to finish his sentence as I shove my hand into his chest, pushing him away with a powerful force burst. He slammed into the wall of the house right next to us with a cry, and then fell to the floor. Looking up fearfully, he glanced between me and Hiccup when someone else nearby spoke up.

"What are you doing Snotlout?" a girls voice asked in irritation.

I looked over to see the blond girl from before staring at us with an annoyed look, arms crossed. Nearby, a husky boy also stood, watching us with wide eyes, me in particular.

Snotlout's demeanor instantly changed. "Oh nothing, just messing around you know Astrid?" he said sweetly, acting all innocent. "How've you been babe?"

Hiccup sighed, slumping forwards while I snickered, shaking my head.

Astrid groaned in irritation, glaring down at Snotlout. "One, you were not just 'messing around,' you got your butt kicked just now," she says, and I grin smugly. "Two, I'm not your babe!"

Snotlout scowled angrily as Astrid turned around and started to head back from wherever she came from. "Stop being such an idiot Snotlout, they're not worth it," she says.

I frowned in annoyance at the way she said that, as if we weren't even worth her time. At first I thought she would be cool here, but apparently she doesn't give a kriff about Hiccup either. She may not bully him it seems, but she sure doesn't care either, and I doubt she intervened just to play nice person. Glaring furiously at us, Snotlout got up from where he was on the ground and stalked away after Astrid, face red in embarrassment. The husky boy looked between us, and I could sense he was considering talking to me before deciding against it, scurrying away nervously. So he's not too much better either, playing it safe with the 'cool' kids.

"No respect I have to say," I remark with a frown.

"Yeah..." he replies with a small sigh, and to my surprise I can sense hopeful thoughts in him about Astrid before he shakes them away.

"We're almost to the forge," he says, and I follow after him again.

Not much later we enter the forge, which is a larger looking building by the cliff ledge, overlooking the ocean. Inside, different tools and pieces of metal are scattered all over the place, as well as what looks like, simple prosthetic hands. I grimace at a strange looking one, glad that dad doesn't have any of these things for a hand.

"Geez, looks like something blew up in here," I remark.

"Yeah, this is mostly cause of Gobber," Hiccup sighs in exasperation. "He can never keep the place clean, so I'm mostly doing it myself." Speaking of which...

"Ey, Hiccup!" Gobber's voice calls out, and I turn around to see said Viking hobbling towards us. "Back for work again today huh?" he asks before noticing me.

"Oh... wasn't expecting you here," he says in surprise. "Ehh... what's your name lass?"

"Mara," I tell him.

"Well, nice to meet you properly Mara," he says, moving around his shop. "What're you doing here anyways?"

"My parents are talking with the chief, so I decided to spend some time with Hiccup," I said honestly. Said scrawny Viking put on an apron and began picking up all the scattered parts.

"Oh really?" he asks genuinely in surprise. "No ones ever done that before, so good for you!"

"Yeah, splendid," Hiccup adds in, grimacing from lifting a large hammer which is about to fall from his grip. Raising an arm, I used the Force to help right his grip on it, and make it easier for him to place it on the rack. Gobber doesn't notice, but Hiccup clearly does, looking at himself in bewilderment before turning to me with a raised eyebrow. I shrug with a small smile on my face.

"Well well well, Mara working with a blacksmith," dad's voice spoke up, and I turned to see him leaning against the entrance, mom standing beside him with a small smile on her face. Gobber and Hiccup looked up as well, the former looking slightly wary.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask.

"Meh, you just don't seem like that type of girl," he replies.

I frown thoughtfully before shrugging. "Maybe..."

"So uh... your talk with Stoick go ok?" Gobber questioned hesitantly.

"Yup," mom replies. "We have a plan set up, he's satisfied, so we're good."

"Great!" Gobber says.

"That's cool," I say in agreement.

Dad then lets out a small sound of pain, immediately clutching his metal arm with his right hand, hissing between clenched teeth. I could hear the small sound of sparking wires.

"Oh Jarik, not again," mom sighed, moving beside him and rubbing his left arm.

"Really? You ok?" I ask worriedly, having not really dealt with his metal arm before.

"Yeah I'm fine, just need this fixed," he muttered in annoyance.

"Get what... fixed?" Hiccup asks.

"You got an injury on your arm or something? You should see Gothi for that," Gobber remarks.

Dad merely smiles in false amusement with a grimace. "Yeah, Gothi will be of no help for this I'm afraid."

"What, you crazy? She's the best healer we've got!" he replies in exasperation.

Hiccup narrows his eyes. "You said fixed, not healed... what does that mean?" he questions, and I have to smile at his perceptiveness. Before dad can answer, mom does it for him.

"He lost his arm years ago, and now has a metal prosthetic as a replacement," she says simply, applying some pressure to the damaged area to keep the wires from acting up.

They furrow their eyes in confusion. "Prosthetic? What prosthe...tic.." Gobber says, stopping in shock when mom pulls back part of dad's clothing around his shoulder to inspect the sparking wires. Both of them gape in shock and disbelief at seeing the arm completely made of metal, not understanding what they are even seeing or how it's possible. Gobber even drops the half-made axe he was forging while Hiccup's arm slipped from the spinning wheel.

I smiled in nervous amusement. "Surprise... his whole arm is actually metal."

Mom frowns, assessing the state of his arm before sighing. "How long has it been since it was last fixed?" she questions with a raised eye marking.

"Not to long ago..." he replies hesitantly.

"About 6 months!" I said cheerily, flashing an innocent and happy smile while he glares at me.

"Seriously? 6 months?!" she scolds incredulously.

"Hey be fair, I was gonna fix it soon but then I was in a coma and now we're on an isolated planet in an unknown corner of the galaxy!" he says defensively.

"Oh I don't want to hear this," mom says irritably in exasperation. "That's it, we're going back to the ship to fix up this piece of junk."

Hearing her tone of voice, dad sighs while I smile widely, enjoying it. Watching the two banter or mess with each other was always something I found wonderfully hilarious.

"Well, see you guys later!" I tell Hiccup and Gobber, waving at them as I leave with Jarik and Ahsoka. Walking away, I manage to hear Hiccup finally speak, although he's still in a shocked state.

"Did he have an actual... arm of metal...?" he says.


Ha! How do you explain a metal arm as sophisticated as the ones in Star Wars to a group of Vikings that don't even know the word electricity yet, or even have the printing press yet?

MAY THE 4TH BE WITH YOU! :D

Also just a few hours before posting this chapter I saw Avengers: Infinity War. I'm not going to give anything away because spoilers but...

THAT MOVIE WAS INSANE! :OOOOOO

So worth it.