Jarik POV...

I lay in the bed, continuing to stare up at the ceiling, unable to stop thinking about my premonitions, which have continuously made themselves known to me since Mustafar. Whatever is under Vader's castle... it must have triggered something, it had to. Which means it is powerful, and dangerous.

Ahsoka shifted in her sleep slightly, and I glanced down at her with a fond smile. I pulled her slightly closer and stroked her lekku softly, causing her to smile lightly in her sleep and snuggle closer. Speaking of Ahsoka, last night after the Snoggletog party, Stoick had... heavily insisted that we throw a wedding, despite our protests and denying.

Naturally this resolved into a small argument, with his stubbornness equally matching ours, before we eventually came to a compromise. We agreed to have a wedding, in the late evening, with today luckily being Friday, which is their day for holding weddings because of their goddess Frigga. However it would be simple, and quick. No crazy parties, no intense preparation, and considering our obvious lack of wardrobe, no fanciness either.

A quiet cry of a Terror from far away reached my ears, and I glanced up to see a tiny bit of dim orange light shining into the house. Must've been awake for an hour thinking about these stupid premonitions. They're really annoying. Then to my confusion and bewilderment, the front door starts to open with a loud creak. I stare intently at it, and while I can sense someone entering, no one seems to step through the door.

Then a small chirping sound gets my attention and I realize it was simply a dragon, wonderful. Looking down, I widened my eyes slightly upon seeing it was the baby Force sensitive Nadder, who immediately looked up at me curiously. She chirped softly and then looked around, her chirps growing into squawks and warbles. She was looking for something.

"Shh, quiet!" I whispered, sitting up slightly and calming the Nadder with the Force. She looked at me again, and I realized with a start that she was looking for Mara. I rolled my eyes with a sigh, and Ahsoka then stirred against me.

"Mmm... Jarik?" she mumbled tiredly, sitting up in bed slowly, and rubbing her eyes. "What's with the strange noise..."

She trailed off upon spotting the Nadder, who chirped at her curiously. "Oh boy," she sighed. I hummed in agreement.

"This dragon really likes Mara," I told her.

"And Mara I'm sure likes the dragon as well," she added. "But this might be a problem."

"Yeah," I replied. "How are we supposed to care for a dragon when we're constantly busy with the Empire?"

Just then, the sound of footsteps from the loft echoes through the house, and Mara slowly climbed down the ladder, slightly groggy. She touched the floor, and the baby dragon looked over happily with an excited chirp, rushing over to her. Mara glanced down in surprise, stumbling for a step when the dragon pushed against her feet, rubbing her leg happily with excited warbles.

"Oh gosh! Oh..." she said in slight confusion. "What're you doing here girl?"

The baby Nadder chirped at her again. "Looking for you it seems," I stated.

"But why me?" Mara asks in confusion.

"Because, she seems to have formed some sort of bond with you for some reason, and wants to follow you around," Ahsoka added.

"Like you two?" she replied snarkily, and I rolled my eyes in hidden amusement. Ahsoka however just smiled and draped her arms around my neck, placing her chin on my shoulder.

"Why not?" she said.

"Yeah sure, why not?" I added.

The Nadder continued to rub against her leg, occasionally nibbling with her mouth, and Mara picked her up again.

"Well in that case... can I keep her?" she asks.

"Keep her?" I question.

She nods her head. "Yeah. She obviously likes me, and I would enjoy having my own dragon friend like the others do."

"I'm not sure Mara," Ahsoka replied. "Emergencies can come up at any time, and we're a busy family, not permanently stationed here. Plus, I'm certain Stormfly would rather keep a close eye on her. She is only a few days old after all," she pointed out.

"I know, I know," Mara says reluctantly in agreement. "But we could get around it! Whenever we're gone, she can stay here on Berk with Stormfly and the others, and when we're here, I can take care of her!"

"Are you sure you can handle a baby dragon?" I ask her with a raised eyebrow.

"It can't be the worst thing right?" she asks rhetorically. I eye her dubiously and share a look with Ahsoka, considering our options. Eventually, we come to a decision.

"Alright, you can keep her," I tell her.

"Yes!" Mara exclaims happily, and the Nadder chirps happily.

"However," Ahsoka says, and she stops to look at us. "You have to take full responsibility of her. She has to stay here on Ahch-To, preferably with someone we know until she grows older. And, Stormfly has to be alright with this."

Mara frowns in confusion. "How am I supposed to tell this to Stormfly?"

The baby chirps again, and she glances at her, before looking at us, a small grin on my face. "Let her feel her intentions, and she may know. Dragon's are a good judge of character."


Later in the day, the whole village was in an uproar, everyone going around to get themselves prepared for the wedding, since they would only have until the evening to get ready for the event. I wasn't at all surprised to see them all passionately doing as much as they could to make it special, including the preparation of a feast. Vikings throw a feast for everything, and if they were happy to do it then it's not our place to deny them that happiness.

Although that old man called Mildew is certainly a character. His presence itself can just suck the happiness out of everyone, and nobody likes him so... I guess he's the exception.

Anyways, Ahsoka and I were with Stoick, up at Gothi's house to discuss how it would be handled, whether or not we would be doing it in their traditional way. Having learned for ourselves how to understand Gothi, the two of them told us about the ways they do marriage.

"Well, from what you're saying, your ceremonies require an exchange of swords and rings to each other, right?" I ask them.

Stoick nodded his head. "Yes. The ancestral sword is carried by the groom, who gifts it to the bride to show that he will cast aside his previous house to defend her. The bride gifts him a new sword, which he will use to defend their hearth until the day of his death."

"And, the rings? You said they were for an oath?" Ahsoka asks.

Gothi nods her head, and Stoick answers. "The groom and the bride will gift each other a ring, and swear oaths to face all challenges together and to have true love and honesty."

"Well, that might be a problem. We only have one ring," Ahsoka says with a shrug and small grin, holding up the container for the ring.

"And we don't have 'ancestral' or 'gift' swords, just the lightsabers we created ourselves," I added.

Stoick crossed his arms and frowns, slightly troubled and confused on how to proceed. Gothi thinks for a moment before writing in the sand. 'Will you be following our customs for marriage? Or your own?'

Me and Ahsoka shared a sheepish smile, both knowing that we don't have any marriage customs since, well, Jedi didn't marry.

"Jedi were never supposed to form attachments in the past, so we don't have any marriage customs," I told them.

"No attachments?!" Stoick exclaimed in bewilderment. "Well what about your family, your parents?"

I stayed quiet, knowing very well what happened to my parents, which Ahsoka could sense. "Future Jedi were brought to the Temple to begin their training at an age no older than four," Ahsoka said. "They would never be able to interact with family members again. Wherever my family is right now, I'll probably never know."

"That's horrible!" Stoick said in disbelief.

"No kidding," I muttered sarcastically. "Although, since we don't have any of our own personal marriage customs, we may as well follow along with yours generally, although with some alterations to keep it simple."

'In what ways?' Gothi writes.

Me and Ahsoka both share a look, considering how we were going to go about doing this. Firstly, we don't have any fancy clothes, so no dress or suit. That leaves us to our usual attire, which would be our Jedi clothing. Of course we can't exactly wear battle armor for a wedding, but we do have our Jedi cloaks, which we can wear in a certain way for it to look nice. Ahsoka has a white-cream colored cloak that she rarely wears, due to her preference on quick movements and flexibility when in battle, and I have my cloak. Although I do also have a dark grey poncho/cape that I could wear, similar to the style that Obi-Wan says Master Qui-Gon wore. We would wear those cloaks, and remove our armor except for the boots, since they look good anyways.

So for our appearances, we're pretty much set.

Then comes the issue of how the wedding was going to proceed. We ran over what Gothi and Stoick told us was the normal proceeding and narrowed down the important parts. We took out parts of the proceedings that we simply could not do, like with the ring and sword gifting for example, although we altered some parts of it slightly in a way that could work. We thought through all of this and offered our feelings to each other on the ideas fairly quickly, and then looked back up at them.

"I think we have an idea for that," Ahsoka says.


Hours later...

The twin suns bathed the skyline in a brilliant orange, making the calm seas shimmer and casting a luminescent glow on the buildings and trees. At the foot or along the lower half of the large stone staircase leading to the Great Hall were all of Berk's villagers, dressed in their usual attire, although slightly nicer looking. Hair was brushed, and they had all managed to clean themselves up as best as they could. Stoick was dressed with his fur cape, and his belt was switched to the ceremonial gold one.

I was garbed in my robed poncho, which combined with my shoulder length hair makes me feel kind of like Qui-Gon Jinn when he was on Tatooine, from what I've seen. However my poncho is colored a dark grey, and I wore a glove on my left arm to keep my metal hand covered, and my hair was pulled back into a ponytail, which fell to between my shoulder blades loosely.

Halfway up the stairs was a small flat platform, which is where I was standing, alongside Stoick, Hiccup and Gobber, all wearing nicer, cleaner clothing. The blacksmith had actually decided to willingly take a bath for this occasion, which surprised the whole village, especially Stoick. I though it was really nice of him to think of that just to make this better for us. Ahsoka was inside the Hall with Mara, Astrid and Gothi, getting herself ready. She would be walking down the stairs to meet us when it was time.

Some dragons were around as well, although those like Toothless, Stormfly and her hatchling were really the only ones actively paying attention to what was going on, which I'm not too surprised at, since dragons can't be expected to understand things like marriage, although they weren't being rowdy either.

"This is a big moment," Stoick said, and I nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, and a nerve-racking one as well," I admitted.

He laughed in response. "Aye, I felt the same way too when I was married. I was so paranoid that something would go wrong!" he recalled fondly.

"That you were Stoick," Gobber agreed with a chuckle.

"You always seem paranoid," Hiccup deadpanned, and he shrugged.

"Well, when you live through dragon raids your whole life, you tend to expect the worst," he told him.

Hiccup nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, I guess that's true."

Just then the doors to the Great Hall opened, and everyone shushed themselves. Gothi stepped out, and carefully but quickly descended the steps to come stand by Stoick, a smile on her face. Not a moment later, Ahsoka also stepped out of the door, and I looked up to her, nervous beyond reason but composing myself. We smiled at each other, and she began to slowly descend the steps, hands clasped in front of her. The Vikings all took off their helmets, and I found myself mesmerized by the beauty and grace Ahsoka was exuding.

She wasn't too different from how she normally looked, but the way she held herself when descending the steps was just purely graceful beyond measure. She was wearing her simple, gray dress and V neck that she usually wore underneath her battle armor, only this time it was without the belt and armor pieces. She also wore her headdress with a central diamond on it, and her shiny armored boots. Over all of that was her creamy white colored cloak, which covered her arms up to her wrists and trailed behind her. It was as if Ahsoka was shining like Morai did.

Behind her came Mara and Astrid, the former wearing the usual black attire, her fur cape over her left shoulder, red hair trailing down her right shoulder in soft waves. Astrid has replaced her skull head skirt with a simple dark blue colored skirt, and had removed her shoulder armor pieces, replacing it with a short, ceremonial cape. Her hair was brushed our of her eyes completely, and her blonde hair was tied in a loose ponytail falling down her shoulder.

The Vikings all removed their helmets respectfully as she approached, and I probably had a small amount of tears welling in my eyes, which I quickly blinked away. I could also see the small amount of happy tears welling up in Ahsoka's eyes, but we both kept our composure. She eventually reached the flat halfway mark of the stairs and we stood before each other, both smiling. Mara for sure had to have the biggest crap-eating grin on her face, although I could care less. Stoick then came forwards and stood before us, facing towards the crowd. He would be the one acting as our officiate.

"Today, we gather together as a tribe in the sight of the gods and our sacred ancestors not to forge a bond, but to make holy a bond that has already been formed!" Stoick announces. "Before us stand our allies, our friends, Jedi Knights Jarik Shan, and Ahsoka Tano!" he continues.

"For many years now, they have watched out for our village, helping to steer us on the right path towards peace, and will always continue to fight for that which is right! With them, they carry honor, courage, bravery, compassion, and wisdom. They have fought in battles to preserve their peace, they have fought for each other, and have fought to strike their sword through the heart of all evil! And today, they ask to be bound together in marriage, a marriage formed through love and great strength."

Gothi steps forwards and lightly taps her staff with a nod of her head, allowing Stoick to continue to the next part. The whole time, Ahsoka and I never break our gaze.

"By the authority given to me on this day, I mark this sacred space! I name it Frithstead, and let all who gather herein be peace holy. Mighty Thor, defender of the folk and proud warrior of Asgard, make sacred this space and protect all who gather herein. Odin Allfather, let all vows made herein be heard by the gods and our sacred ancestors! Mother Frigga, great Disir, guardian of our lines, let those who would join their lines together in this place know your blessing. Great Norns, weavers of fate, let those who entwine their lives, and join these two great houses know only joy and good fortune so long as they cleave together," he says.

Gothi taps her staff again, signaling that the prayer made by Stoick to their gods was right, and allowing him to continue with the ceremony. He nods his head slightly and then turns to me.

"Master Jarik Shan. Do you love this woman before all others, with your whole heart, and without reservation?" he asks me.

I nod my head without a doubt. "I do."

He smiles, and then turns to Ahsoka.

"Lady Ahsoka Tano. Do you love this man before all others, with your whole heart and without reservations?"

"I do," she answers without hesitation, a smile on her face.

"Then give to them the Bride Geld, a gift in return for the strong defender you seek to win from them," he tells her.

Ahsoka pulls out her original, green lightsaber from underneath her cloak and offers it to me. I take it from her hands and feel the Force from the crystal flowing from within the hilt. It reacts to the feelings flowing across the bond between us, and pulses warmly. I smile and hold up the hilt, activating the vibrant green blade, which comes to life with a quiet hiss, humming gently.

"I accept your gift to me, and promise to uphold your trust in me and my house until the end of my days," I say happily. With those words, I deactivate the lightsaber and then place it on my belt, Ahsoka holding back tears.

Stoick then turns to Gothi, who pulls out the small container that holds the kyber crystal ring. She opens it, and offers it to me with a smile. I take the ring gently from the box and hold it in my hands as Stoick continues.

"Perfect in form, the circle is without end, as is the strength of the bond between Shan and Tano, shown today!" Stoick announces. Ahsoka holds out her left hand, and I gently take it with one hand and slip the ring onto her ring finger, where the crystal shines in the light of the setting suns.

"Jarik Shan, and Ahsoka Tano!" Stoick says, and we step closer to each other. "Today, I pronounce thee, husband and wife! You may now kiss, your bride."

I cup my right hand on Ahsoka's cheek while she wraps her arms around my shoulder, and the two of us share a kiss full of love and passion, while the rest of the Vikings all let out happy cheers and roars of approval. Mara, Hiccup and Astrid were all clapping and hugging each other in joy, and their dragons even let off roars of joy, other dragons soon following. Ahsoka and I separated, tears of joy and happiness falling down our faces, the moment too wonderful to describe properly.

"I'll always love you, no matter what," I tell her across the bond sincerely.

"I know," she replies softly.

We both sense a presence in the Force that is familiar to us, and glance up towards the top of the stairs. Standing there, all with smiles on their faces are Morai, in her human form, Revan and Bastila, Satele, and then most shockingly... Padmé. By the lack of reactions from everyone else, we were the only ones who could see them. However Mara did glance up in their direction for a moment in confusion, before shrugging and turning away.

Padmé stood there, clad in a flowing white wedding dress, which I had a small suspicion was what she wore when marrying Anakin. Her eyes shined in joy, smile as genuine and warm as we remembered. Satele, Revan and Bastila all nodded their heads in approval, and Morai had a small smile on her face. We smiled back at them, and then they faded away, returning to the nether world of the Force.

Ahsoka and I then turned to look at each other, no words needed, and shared another kiss. The completion of our bond surged outwards through the Force, filled with light, love, and happiness.


3rd person POV...

Dagobah System...

Self-exiled Jedi Master Yoda meditated on his log, a small smile on his face as he sensed the Force revolve around Jarik and Ahsoka, secretly his favorite two Padawans that he knew within the last decade before the Empire. He hadn't felt them ever since the Order fell, and to know they still lived, and with such happiness, brought peace to his heart. The old ways of the Jedi Order were wrong, he knew that now, and it had brought about their downfall. But these two were the key to the future of the Force.

Luke Skywalker may be the one who will restore the Jedi bring an end to the reign of the Sith, but the purpose Jarik and Ahsoka hold, is so much more...

Tatooine, Tatoo System...

Exiled Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi sat astride his dewback, staring at the moisture farm of Owen and Beru Lars intently. He kept watch over them, feeling young Luke and his eagerness for adventure before the Force surged over him. He looked up at the sky, in the direction of the setting suns and allowed himself a small smile at what he felt. His former Padawan's love for Ahsoka was something that he had suspected for some time during the Clone Wars, which proved true towards the end after Ahsoka's expulsion.

The way the Force surged around a joining between the two of them, only proved how the light side was always meant to be. The old Order was wrong about love. It leads to greater happiness and light than the Jedi ever could have.

Satisfied, Obi-Wan gave the moisture farm one last look before turning his dewback around, heading back towards his home.


Hey guys, sorry for the late update! I just had some writers block when doing this chapter, and struggled with writing the whole marriage ceremony properly. I also just got a new laptop as well, so that's something. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!

Also for those of you wondering about Padmé, no she is not a Force ghost like the others. In this instance, I'm having it so that the Force allowed her to gain a form at this particular event because of her closeness with the two, especially Ahsoka. Morai's presence would have also helped as well!