Author's Note from Dolphinsplash12: Hello! Sorry I am so late with updating this! I really don't have any excuse other than schoolwork, but I promise I'll try to be faster about updating the next chapter. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy chapter three!

Chapter 3

Lauren's POV

"Girls, get up! Time to get to the shop!" Gobber calls from downstairs. I rub the sand out of my eyes before replying, "COMING!"

I shake Shaina a few times before she gets up. "What?" She looks around before groaning, "It wasn't a dream!" And shoving her head back into her pillow. I shake her again. "Come on! I'm sure there's a good breakfast cooking!" I coax. It's true. Whatever Gobber's cooking smells amazing. She perks her head up. Nobody can resist food.

We fly down the ladder to the kitchen. "Good, I made you breakfast. Yummy!" he holds a plate out to us. It smells amazing. "What is it?" I ask. "Scrapple! It's delicious!" Goober wants me to try a bite. I refuse.

The things I've heard about scrapple are nasty. He offers the pan to Shaina who piles a bunch of the stuff on her plate and digs in. I give her a funny look.

"You're actually eating that? You do realize what's in it right?"

Shaina nods her head, her mouth still full. She swallows and replies, "Yeah, I know. I guess it's an acquired taste. I ate it growing up and since I like it, I just choose to not think about what it might be made of."

Gobber offers me the pan again. I firmly shake my head no.

"Well, it's your loss. Come on, let's get to the shop." He leads us down the street.

We walk into the shop, and I'm told to start the fire. And I thought that knowledge would never be useful. I do, and Shaina watches me carefully, so she knows. Then Gobber yells at her to go sharpen a sword.

"Where's the grindstone?" She asks.

As they leave to go find said grindstone, the bell on the door rings and Hiccup walks in.

"Hiccup!" I say. He looks at me confused.

"Should I know you?" He asks.

"No, but by the end of this, you will!" I smile and he must think I'm nuts.

"Okay. Why are you here? To pick on me? Because you'd better hurry up and get it over with." He says to me. I'm the confused one now.

"No, I'm… new in town. I got a job here from Gobber, and I was referring to something else. I'm not a bully. I wanted to help you." I say.

He raises an eyebrow. "Why would someone like you," He gestures to all of me, "Want to help someone like," He points to himself, like he's a piece of rotting cheese, "Me?"

"You just gestured to all of me." I say the same way he did in the movie, and Hiccup looks suspicious.

Hiccup, but you're so cute! Stop being so pessimistic. I'm nice! Haven't you ever met anyone nice?

"Hiccup, I want to help you, but you're not one for making first impressions. Haven't you ever had people be nice to you? Because, if you haven't, you'd better get used to it." I walk away. That wasn't very nice, was it?

I turn around, "We're going to start this over. Starting now. Because before wasn't very nice. I'll see you at dragon training?" I look to him. He cracks up.

"Me? Dragon training? You're obviously crazy. How long ago did you lose your sanity?" He looks to me, and I'm shocked and hurt. His face goes straight.

"I'm sorry. No, you won't see me at dragon training. I'm what everyone calls the "runt" of this tribe. And that's not good when…" Hiccup stops, looks to me, and figures it's not good to tell me who he is.

"When you're the chief's son?" I ask, knowing the end of his sentence. His eyes bulge.

"How do you know so much about me? What's you're deal?" He looks me in the eye and whispers this to me.

"I have no deal. Well, I have a deal, but it's not what you think. I'm not completely normal, but you don't need to know that. I'm like you're guardian angel, or whatever you'd want to call it. Nobody is supposed to know. You have to do what you would normally do, even if I wasn't here. Do you understand?" My face is straight, and Hiccup looks a bit frightened, like a short 15-year-old girl talking is scary.

He's speechless.

"Do you understand?" I ask again, with more intensity.

"Yes." He nods slowly, and seems unsure of himself.

Who knows? Maybe I am scary.

Shaina's POV

"Satina! Go over and sharpen some o' those weapons over there, will ye?

"I'd love to, but where might one find the grindstone?"

Gobber shows me to the back corner of the shop where a pile of dull axes, swords, and various other dangerous looking instruments are scattered on a table next to a grindstone.

"Ye know how to use one o' these?"

I nod my head

"Okay. If ye have any questions, I'm sure my other assistant Hiccup will be in soon and would be more than happy to help ye."

"Thanks!" I say and head over to take a look at the weapons laid out on the table. I choose a battle axe as my first task and sit down. Thank goodness for my love of the medieval ages and the renaissance.

After a few minutes, I come to the realization that I am probably not going lose a finger, hand, or arm and finally get the hang of it. As it turns out, watching demonstrations at festivals is much different from actually doing it yourself though, and it's not nearly as easy as selecting "Elven Mace" on a list of weapons that can be improved either. It is a lot of fun though. I'll enjoy that feeling while it lasts. I'm sure after weeks of doing it, it will lose its factor of being special and fun. That's what my mom told me about grocery shopping when I was little anyway.

After I'm about halfway through the pile of weapons, I have a visitor. Hiccup walks in with a slightly scared expression on his face.

"Hi there. Um, Gobber asked me to come see how the sharpening was going."

"It's going well. I don't believe we've met. My name's Satina. It's nice to meet you!" I hold out my hand to him.

Hiccup reaches out and shakes it. "My name's Hiccup."

"Did you just get here too?" He asks me, looking in the direction of the shops front with a wary expression.

"Yeah. I'm guessing you already met Laurel?"

"You could say that. So do you have 'special guardian powers' or whatever she said she had too?"

I raise an eyebrow. What exactly did Lauren say to him? And she told me not to do anything to change the plot.

"No, and Laurel doesn't either. Gobber told us about you. She just has a fondness for weirding people out like that." Thankfully, he believes the lie, and looks relieved.

"That's good to know," he says. "You need any help with those weapons?"

"I should be good, but thanks for the offer. It's actually pretty fun."

"We'll see if you're still saying that in a few weeks." My suspicions about the fun deteriorating are confirmed. "Are you two going to be around that long anyway?"

"Yeah. Laurel signed us both up for the dragon fighting class. Will we see you there?" I ask, even though I know the answer.

Hiccup laughs. "Do I look like I'd be much help fighting dragons to you?"

I laugh along with him but not for the same reason he is. I'm going to get to mock him now when he actually shows up to the classes.

"Hiccup! Come help me with this over here!" We hear Gobber yell from somewhere in the shop, followed by a loud crash and an "I'm alright!"

"I better go see what he just dropped. See you around." Hiccup says

"Bye!"

Hiccup walk back into the front of the shop. Well he seems nice. I mean, I know he was nice already from the movie, but it's still cool to meet him in real life. I can't wait till dragon fighting class!