Abigail looks around as her vision got better as she kept her arms around her. She heard her questions and worried they might not have the tools she needs to fix her suit. Still, she decided to answer her questions. If it means gaining her trust.
“Would you believe I am not from this world? I am in fact from another alternate world where our technology is so advance you don’t need to use dragons to fly?”
She sat up straighter and turned around, “oh really?” She asked not quite sure she believed her but she wasn’t going to say no either. The something about her was telling Astrid, Abigail may not be lying.
“If that was even the case how did you manage to get yourself here? Hmmm? How did you just so happen to stumble into our universe?” She asked.
“I didn’t stumble here. I sort of got here by accident,” Abigail then explained how she was testing out a device she made that would allow her to go into other worlds. However, she made one calculated mistake and got sucked in this world.
“That is why I need to fix my suit. In case I did get sucked somewhere accidentally I have my suit that I made to help me get back to my world,” the only problem is she needs the right tools for the job and is doubtful this world has one if its in dark ages time.
Astrid nodded trying to wrap her head around the strangers explanation. When she’d finished Astrid looked back at her again, “What kind of tools do you need? Or technology?” She asked her.
Suddenly Snotlout came beside them and groaned, “Astrid why do I have to carry this stupid hunk of junk?!”. Astrid rolled her eyes, “shut up Snotlout. It’s Abigail’s and wed said we’d help her” she retorted and glared at him.
“Also it is not a hunk of junk!” Abigail shouted who didn’t like her things being called junk, especially from someone who clearly doesn’t respect other people’s properties. “I need to see what you have and see if what you have is enough. I can make due with what I have.”
Even though she would normally go to a store to do that. Like how her dad didn’t have any of his equipment and had to make weapons out of modern day stuff from a store. Yet, those items he made were enough to take down a bunch of armed thugs.
Astrid nodded and spoke, “hopefully we can get you situated”.
A COUPLE HOURS LATER
Astrid, Abigail and Snotlout finally made it to berk. As they landed the villagers could be seen waving and cheering at them. Astrid smiled and slid off Stormfly then reached her hand up to help her passenger down to ground level. Snotlout set down the suit over by the black smith/iron works. Leaving fibber to have questions on the piece of mass metal. Some of the villagers even noticed the strange woman and were staring or st least observing her.
Abigail had fallen asleep as she rested against Astrid, while they flew. Once they got close to home though she woke up and sees the villagers waiting for them. Yep, definitely the dark ages she is in. She is helped down and goes to her suit while gets help putting it on a table and ignoring the looks she is getting.
“Okay, so let me see the tools you guys have,” she looks over the tools the village has and sighed. “Well, it’s something. Although, it will take me a while to fix the suit with these tools. If only I have a blowtorch to go with this.”
Astrid followed close behind. She watched her eye over everything in the hut and start talking to herself out loud.
The blonde however raised her brow at the idea of a blow torch. “What is a blow torch?” She asked Abigail. As she asked she waved off the villagers so the woman could talk to Astrid in piece. She’d left the other riders with hiccup on the edge so it was just her. She’d even sent Snotlout home to the Edge already.
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