So... just finished the Mandalorian... series.
Warnings: Mention of blood.
Mando opened the ship doors and walked inside. He placed the child back into itâs pod before he began taking off his gear. He had gotten a wound from fighting off more raiders in the village and he now needed to tend to it. The child watched him curiously as Mando took off his bag and chest plate placing it on the shipâs floor. Mando walked over to one of the compartments in the shipâs wall and took out a tin box before returning to his previous spot. He opened the tin box and took out some gauze and disinfectant spray before he sat down on a box next to the child. Mando lifted his shirt up just enough to reveal the wound on his upper side before spraying the wound with the disinfectant. He winced a little from the sting but started to clean up the blood on his wound. The child watched closely with worried eyes. The child made a little noise causing Mando to look over.
âWhats up kid?â Mando asked. The child closed his eyes and began raising his little arm.
âNo, No kid, Iâm fine.â Mando insisted gently pushing the childâs hand down. He appreciated the kid wanting to help, but it was just a small wound. The child squeaked as Mando turned to open the box again to get some bandage.
The child stood up and made its way over to Mando. Once the child got to him he hugged Mandoâs side.
âKid?â Mando asked as he stared down at the kidâs big eyes.
âIâm fine kid, really.â Mando reassured again, gently patting itâs back, the kid gargled happily and gently nuzzled its head into Mandoâs bare side.
Mando twitched away with a strained chuckle from the ticklish feeling of the kidâs head against his side. The kid looked up at him with his little smile. Happy to hear him laugh. Mando sighed before he finished dressing his wound still with the kid practically glued to him.
Mando let his shirt fall back down as he packed up the box not realizing the fabric would land on the kidâs head.
The child giggled before grabbing Mandoâs shirt trying to pull it off his face. Mando jumped as he felt the child wriggling against his side again.
âHey! Kid, watch it!â Mando said turning around before picking up the child.
âYou donât do that.â Mando gently scolded before putting the child back in itâs little pod. The child giggled happily as Mando turned away to pack up the box. The child climbed out of the pod again and made itâs way back over to the man. He started tugging on his shirt curiously. Mando looked over again and the child looked up at him.
Mando sighed before picking the kid up and putting him on his lap. The kid gargled happily grabbing the fabric of his shirt nuzzling into the manâs stomach. Mando gasped and jolted away causing him to fall back off the box onto the floor, his helmet making a loud metal clang on impact. Mando heard the kid laugh as he processed what just happened.
âYou ok kid?â Mando asked looking up to find the child standing on his stomach. The child squealed happily before plopping down onto Mando hugging his stomach again nuzzling his head. Mandoâs breath hitched.
âHey! What did I say! D-Donât doho that!â Mando gasped.
The child ignored him and kept on nuzzling itâs little head against Mandoâs shirt.
âHey! Kid! Stohop!â Mando demanded. But his words were ignored.
âKihid! Y-Youâre tihickling me!â Mando squeaked out through his gritted teeth.
The child giggled along with the man not fully understanding why cuddling was making him laugh, but the kid was happy Mando was happy so he kept doing it.
Mando attempted to grab the kid but the kid wasnât finished yet and quickly stopped him.
âW-What the hell?â Mando gasped as he realized he couldnât move his arms. He sighed when he saw the childâs raised arm.
âKid, Let me up. This isnât funny.â Mando demanded. But he was ignored by the small creature. The child gargled and continued nuzzling its little head against Mandoâs stomach.
âDank Ferik! Kihid! Let me goho!â Mando giggled kicking his legs. Itâs been at least a decade since anyone has tickled him! He didnât know how to handle it! It was unbearable! Mando screeched as the child grabbed the hem of his shirt lifting it.
âKihid! Kihihid! StaHAHAHA!â Mando suddenly screeched unable to keep his composure any longer as the child crawled in under his shirt.
The child just continued to giggle happily.
âNoho! Nononohoho! Gehet ohohout!â He laughed throwing his head back.
The child liked how much Mando was laughing and he assumed he was doing something right since he was, and continued.
âKihid! Knohohock ihit ohohohoff! Ahaha!â Mando laughed tossing his head back and forth. The feeling of the kidâs small claws against his stomach and sides was too much! The little hair on the kidâs head was just making it worse! He was going nuts! Thank the force Cara wasnât back from the village yet! He would never hear the end of it from her. The child giggled and squeaked
âAh! Aahh! ! Ahaha! Stohohop!â Mando laughed squirming about trying anything stop this humiliating situation.
âHey Mando, the chief sent me to get you.â Mando suddenly heard Cara say.
Mandoâs heart dropped. Cara walked up the ramp and into the ship to find a kicking boot sticking out from some boxes with none other then a laughing Mandalorian attached to it.
âKihihid! Seriously! Gehet ohohoff of mehehe!â Cara heard Mando screech. She walked to over and looked over the boxes and found Mando laying there out of breath with a little head poking our from under his shirt.
The child giggled happily before crawling out from under Mandoâs shirt and releasing him. The child then walked off to its pod. Mando laid there and sighed with relief that it was finally over.
Cara chuckled before offering Mando a hand up. He gladly took it and stood up.
âWhat the hell happened?â Cara asked
âLong story...â Mando said looking over at the child.
