To Freak Out A Viking Blacksmith
Okay everyone, please don't kill me! I swear, it's not my fault that this took so long!
Who else's fault could it be?
Oh, be quiet, Silkmouse! You're supposed to be on my side!
I don't exactly remember saying I was on anybody's side.
*glares* Anyway, as I was saying, I swear, this was not my fault! First off, there was the fact that we were doing some renovations, and I couldn't get at my computer. Then, what better thing does my laptop have to do on my birthday than break? All of my files were on that thing!
You could have sent them to me.
Does it sound like I knew how to retrieve them, Silkmouse?
*in frustrated tone* Are you just gonna stand here and yell at me the whole time?
*sighs* You're right, you're right. I'm just frustrated that this took so long, but I shouldn't take it on you. Anyway, after THAT, we set up a computer downstairs, but it wouldn't let me on anything! It wouldn't let me access my fav. stories. It wouldn't let me update my profile. And most importantly, it wouldn't let me add the next chapter! Agghh! So then we got this new computer yesterday for Christmas. Grr. Let's just do this before I start screaming like the mentally unstable girl I am.
With a short temper.
Oh, be quiet already, 'Mouse!
Silkmouse and Mary walked through the village. The two of them were getting a little hungry, but since Silkmouse hadn't packed any food but the sandwiches (which they had eaten quite a while ago), they were forced to just wander and hope someone would give them some food.
As they debated the most successful tactics for begging, they heard a banging sound. Looking at each other, they shrugged. This was Berk, after all. There was bound to be strange noises. And yet, as they drew on, the noise grew louder and more insistent, until they found themselves unconsciously heading towards the noise. In the end, they stood beside a large forge. It looked familiar, but wasn't.
"It looks, 'Mary said slowly. "Almost like the forge from the movie, but bigger, and more… sophisticated."
"Yeah." Silkmouse agreed, looking over the forge.
As they stood and stared at it, they considered just how popular being a blacksmith must have become for the villagers to have extended it this much.
Just then, they were picked up by the scruffs of their shirts, and a voice behind them asked, "An' jus' what do ye think yer doin'?"
Silkmouse glanced behind her, and her mouth dropped 's Gobber!She mouthed furiously to way!Mary gasped. But sure enough, it was the large, blond Viking that held them from behind.
"What do ye think yer doin'?" Gobber repeated.
"Nothing!" Silkmouse told him in a rush of excitement.
He glared at her suspiciously.
"Well, uh, nothing of any particular concern." she said sheepishly "We were just looking around…. But it was a bonus to find you here! I mean, we weren't sure if we'd ever get to see you, Gobber the Belch! He who trained the six heroes of Berk in Dragon Training. He who taught Hiccup the secrets of the forge! The very man who is missing not only an arm and a leg, but a tooth too! Oooh, this is THE best day of my life!
"Getting a little carried away there, Mouse'." Mary Penelope commented, noticing Gobber's amused expression.
"So, where are ye two fro' 'xactly? Judgin' by your clothes, you definitely ain't from Berk." he observed.
"Welllll..." Silkmouse hesitated.
"Uh, we're live really, really, really, far away." Mary said quickly.
"Really, really, really far." Silkmouse added.
"Right. So we're not used to some of the customs around here." Mary told him, mind whirling. "And, uh, so we'd be honoured if you could tell us a little about the village."
"Oh, really?" Gobber scrutinized the two before shrugging and complying to Mary's suggestion.
"Nice going." Silkmouse breathed as Gobber began telling them about the history of Berk.
"It was nothing." Mary told her modestly. "You probably would've done the same."
Silkmouse grinned and they turned back to Gobber. Mary took out her notepad, fascinated by the information she was gathering.
"Berk wa' foun'ed by Herleifr de Old, meanin' 'army descendan',' many hun'red years ago. 'E discovere' it while out on a raid. 'E was caught up in a storm, an' when it passed, 'e awoke on our island, boat destroye', few men remainin', and with 'is treasure abandoned to the seas. With no way 'ome, Herleifr and 'is men began to build a village 'ere. Some years later, a boat full o' Vikings from dere old tribe appeare'. Dere village 'ad be'n destroyed, and de were lookin' for somewhere to live. Natura'y, Herleifr welcomed them with open arms, an' thus, Berk wa' live' for many years, before dying a' the age o' 55 durin' de battle o' Freezin' to Death, thus earnin' de name Old."
Silkmouse and Mary exchanged a glance. If they told anyone who was 55 back at home that they were old, they'd get an earful. If 55 was considered ancient here, imagine what they'd do to someone who was 90.
"Well, that was very interesting, Gobber. So, let's move on to you. How long have you been the village blacksmith?" Silkmouse cut in.
"Me? Eh, I becam' blacksmi' when I wa' 'bout 10 or so."
"Interesting….." Mary murmured, writing furiously in her notebook. "And, what would you say about Hiccup? What do you think your relationship with him is like? Hm? That as a teacher? A friend? Or even, dare I say it, a father figure?"
"Hiccup?" Gobber looked at them suspiciously. "Why do you want to know about Hiccup?"
Mary and Silkmouse rolled their eyes at each other. "Gobber, he's the most famous person in all of Berk, and certain surrounding areas, I believe. Why wouldn't we want to know stuff about him?" Silkmouse asked.
Gobber stared at them for a few more moments before shrugging, and saying, "Goo' point."
He told them that they're relationship was like a combination of a teacher-father thing. But Hiccup also trusted Gobber, and so they could be considered friends as well.
The two thanked Gobber for his information, and they started to walk away. But as they turned around, Gobber said, "An' how do ye know all dis stuff, eh? An' wha's tha' ye go' in yer 'and?"
"Nothing!" Mary exclaimed, stuffing her pencil in her pocket. "See you later, Gobber!"
And with that, the two friends ran off.
Gobber stared at them, scratched his head with his hook while scratching his butt with his with his hand. Then he shrugged. "Eh." He said, before turning and entering the forge.
Hah, looks like Gobber really doesn't seem to think much of us. Bet ya he thinks we're trolls in disguise, eh Silkmouse?
I don't know if I'd go that far, but he didn't seem as surprised as the others did.
Oh, I love Gobber. He's just hilarious. Anyway, tune in this Saturday for our last Viking featured chapter during which we'll be featuring, drumroll please…..
(S&M)Stoick the Vast!
Oh Hear His Name And Tremble, Ugh, Ugh!
Yeah right. I could probably beat the guy in a menacing stare contest any day. *idea* Heeeeyyyy...
Penelope, over and out!