Hello...Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all..(part two)
Okay, so I didn't like how this was posted before...:)
Again, this was a fic done for the Sookie's Secret Santa exchange hosted by Jan of Arc and Blakes Boogie. There were over 44 writers that participated and all of the stories were wonderful. To read these works, please look up Sookie's Secret Santa under community on FFN. They are definitely worth the effort.
I was given the opportunity to write my gift for FangbangerLayla and I am happy to say that she loved it. I left it up to her and the readers as to whether or not I should continue...
I got a resounding YES...:)
To be fair, I always knew I would continue since everything I wanted to tell was not able to be written before the deadline of the exchange. So, since I have the time...I will post the finished story here. I hope you guys will enjoy this as much as she did.
Also, please excuse me for the translations used. I know that many of those that can speak other languages HATE the translators, but since I don't know too many people that are overseas, I am resorting to have to use Microsoft Translator. If it offends, I am sorry, but I needed it to accomplish what I needed for this story.
Disclaimer: EVen though the storyline is of another genre, the characters are owned by Charlaine Harris and I am just playing with them for a while...:)
I now present...
Öde (Destiny)
As is the case in Asgard, the gods and goddesses ever in flux…need something or someone to take their minds off of the never-ending tasks bestowed upon them. Most just want to let go and be what their true natures are and in doing that, they tend to descend from their home in the clouds down to Midgard…what humans know as Earth.
It has always been to the amusement of these gods that they play needless games with the lives that they watch…wanting to see what kind of torment they can cause. Then there are times that they envy the easiness that humans seemingly live their lives, not needing to be constantly on guard from invading worlds since they are pretty much considered the lower branch of the World Tree, Yggdrasill.
But, that doesn't stop them from taking a vacation every once in a while…
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"No, Far…I will not! I cannot abide by this! How can you even ask this of me?"
Bellowing sounds fill the great hall of Valhalla as the All-Father Odin stands stoically in front of his throne, willing himself to remain calm…after all, he was young once.
He watches as his son, Thor throws one of his many tantrums, but this time it is not for being told that he cannot wage war when he feels like it, no…to him it is much worse.
"You have no choice, Son. I am not asking, I am telling you that this will happen!" the wise old god has had enough by now…
Thor paces, trying desperately to figure a way out of this…there is no way he's going to allow this to happen regardless to what his father decrees. He looks back up to the imposing figure that is Odin; his silvered beard and hair flowing around his face, his features still handsome after all this time. But as he looks upon the steadfast features and the steeliness of his eyes, he knows that any more displays of disobedience with not be harbored. A burning rage fills him as he throws down his trusty hammer, Mjölnir, shattering the floor below it.
"Thor…I will not take any more of this! You WILL be married within a fortnight…it has already been arranged. I have waited more than three hundred years for you to settle down and create an heir. It is far past time for you to GROW UP!" bellows Odin as he tamps down his staff. This is a command and one that was not to be defied, as the Thunder god knew.
Frustrated, he runs his fingers through his long hair…for most of his life there had only been fighting, fucking and more fighting…there was no need now to change this way of life. Being shackled to a wife would be akin to stripping the skin off his body and sending him straight to Jötunheim. Sighing, he tries one more tactic to get through to his father. Speaking in a considerably calmer and softer voice, he says, "Father, I will do anything that you ask but are you sure that this is the proper course of action? I know I have been…difficult…but I am willing to try to conform to your desires for me…"
"Then, you will marry Sif…"
That did it, gone were his hopes of getting out of this…as well as the pretense of humility, "I will NEVER marry her! She will not want me and I sure as Niflhel Don't. Want. Her!" hisses Thor. As soon as those words leave his mouth, a god-awful roar leaves his father…almost shattering the windows in the hall. Piercing eyes stare down on the Thunder god as he speaks in a level voice, "The marriage will take place in a fortnight…you WILL stand as my son and DO YOUR DUTY or you will spend a great deal of time in Niflhel!"
The handsome god has heard many threats from both friend and foe, but when one is issued from the All Father…you do take it seriously. Knowing that any more outbursts will not end well, he gives his father a short nod before leaving the hall in a huff.
Odin sits on the throne, staring after him and smiling…
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On one particular spring day in the village of Uppsala, a strange event begins…one that would have far reaching influences into the realm of the gods.
The sun rises high over the small village, the people milling about performing their normal day to day tasks and chores. On this day, however, a hooded stranger enters the town. No one notices the tall stranger, having seen many pass through their little town to get to the coast…but this one seems to be more interested in the town itself. Every little home the stranger passes, he looks in and observe how the people interact. It can be assumed by the way he walks and by the huge sword and bag that adorns his back that he must be a warrior of some kind, or maybe a seafaring fighter. Being so close to a Viking village, it is not too unseemly that they would travel through here to reach the coast…being as though the docks are based here. Many a Viking trawler has made port here, as well as a few small fishing vessels, so the presence of such men does not trouble the villagers.
The stranger moves towards the town tavern, taking a table far in the back. Placing his sword and bag on the floor next to him, he keeps his eyes down so as not to bring any unwanted attention to himself. As he is getting himself comfortable, a pretty barmaid heads over to his table. She approaches cautiously, not sure if this person won't do her any harm considering that he has yet to show his face. She softly asks, "What'll you have, resenär?"
Large hands come on the table and the barmaid gasps at their size. Usually, she doesn't take too much time looking her patrons over, but this one seems to call to her. She can't seem to take her eyes off the broad shoulders and the seemingly powerful arms. The hood he is wearing covers his face, but the idea that he could be hiding a face so hideous that it should be kept behind a hood doesn't seem to be likely…
Still…she can't seem to help wishing she could see who this is…
She moves closer to him, trying to subtly peek under the hood. He pulls it further down on his head, instinctively knowing what she is trying to do. Getting a little frustrated, she asks again, "Would you like something?"
Silence
With a huff, she walks away from him…determined not to be that nice to him again. The stranger stares at her as she walks away, his eyes having a problem pulling away from her. She is small in stature, but obviously not letting that be a deterrent for her fiery temper. Even though she did not say much to him, he could sense that she is a spitfire.
She is also as beautiful as the goddess Freyja.
Her hair is of spun gold, even in the tight bun that she has it in. What he could tell of her figure reminds him of Idunna; well-curved and lush. Thoughts of tasting that virginal haven tickle his mind, but this is not why he has come here…
Well, not the main reason why he came here…
His sharp gaze follows her around the small saloon, watching as she deftly carries huge tankards of ale from table to table. Every once in a while, she has to deal with the occasional groper or overeager traveler that just can't keep his hands to himself. A small smile plays at his lips as he observes her deal with her problem with one such man by dumping his ale over his head. This of course leads to one of the many fights that this place must constantly experience with the wet ruffian jumping up to grab the girl, but is stopped by another patron of the bar. The angry man takes a swing at the Good Samaritan, hitting him hard in the jaw. The stranger leans back in his chair to watch the mayhem commence, taking note that the scruffy bartender that comes from behind the bar to remove the unruly men from the establishment. His smile gets bigger as the barmaid quickly wipes the ale that has landed on her dress before cleaning the mess that was made from her temper. The bartender comes over to her to take her in the corner, definitely making sure that she knew that even though she was right to defend herself; inciting a riot in the bar is not good for repeat business.
Chuckles come out of the stranger as he sees her put her hands on her hips and give her obvious boss word for word about her behavior. Yes, definitely a spitfire… he thinks to himself, suddenly wanting mead. He stares hard at the young woman, almost commanding her with just his piercing gaze. She turns to look at him and their eyes finally lock. He stares into eyes as clear as the sky, but as beautifully blue as the sea. Her face is as breathtaking as her body, with small pouty lips and a peaches and cream complexion.
Dear Odin…she thinks as she gets the chance to see what is hidden under that hood. Sharp blue eyes stare at her, pulling at her to come to him. His face is regal, beyond beautiful even. Never has she seen a man such as this and her body reacts strangely. The scruffy bartender just looks at her, seeing her attention being pulled away from his chastising. He follows her gaze to the stranger in the back and he smirks. Hitting her lightly in the arm he asks her, "You think you can wait on him without starting another fight?"
"There wouldn't have been a fight if he wasn't such a gris?" she hisses at him, still not taking her eyes off the stranger.
"Go on, lite en…finish your work."
"Of course, Samuel…have I ever not done so?"
The bartender shakes his head as he goes back behind the counter. Answering the pull, she heads back over to the stranger, finding it odd that now he wants to act like she is there. "Probably another over amorous sjöman heading back out to sea…" she mumbles under her breath, hoping that he hasn't set his eyes on her for some nightly pleasures. As the beautiful young woman finally makes it back to the table, her whole demeanor has changed from the curiosity she had earlier to a harder look…one meant to keep a man from asking too many questions. She cocks her head to the side and says in an annoyed voice, "You finally need something now?"
His smile gets bigger…no harm in teasing her a bit…
"You are nowhere near able to provide me with what I need, but what I want is a tankard of mead," he says in a very low and very sexy voice.
For a minute, she almost forgets that he annoyed her…almost.
Regaining her senses, the barmaid nods…not trusting herself to speak while she hurries back to place her order. The stranger relaxes a bit more, loving the way he was able to distract her. His huskily spoken words gave him the response he knew they would, but something in him regrets it slightly. Just from the way she carries herself, he can tell that there is more to her than he can just merely observe.
And that is enough for him to take a HUGE interest in her.
She hurries back over to him and places the mug down in front of him, not waiting for a thank you, but he halts her with, "Are you in a hurry?" The barmaid stops, but doesn't turn around as he hears her whisper, "Tusan också !"
"I have others I need to take care of…" she starts, but as she tries to move away from him, he reaches out to take her arm. Instantly, an exciting tingle goes up her arm and she almost pulls away fiercely to avoid that feeling. The stranger frowns a bit, feeling the same electric attraction. He tries another tactic, "I did not mean to keep you from your work, I only wanted to ask your name," he says softly.
Not able to pull away from him, she turns with wide eyes and answers softly, "Sookie, min herre."
"A strange name, but as lovely as the woman that bears it," is the husky answer. Totally shaken with how she is feeling, she gently pulls away and rushes back to the bar to pick up the mugs that have been steadily lining up while she was dallying with the handsome stranger. He smiles again as he downs the drink in one draught, noting the delicately sweet taste of the brew…but amazingly enough not as sweet as he is sure her lips will taste.
His thoughts are running away with him and he begins to feel his inner power rise up within him. "Vad fan?" he asks himself…never needing to tamp down his powers before over a mere human female. Quickly finishing his drink, he throws down a few pieces of gold before grabbing his belongings and nearly running out the door. Sookie watches him make his way out, torn between running after him and cursing the fact that he is the one person that has been able to crack her carefully constructed barrier. Samuel looks at her and smirks once more, "He's not like the others, is he?"
"Vara tyst, dum!" she hisses at him as she gathers a worn piece of cloth to clean off the table. When she reaches the table the beautiful stranger has left, she sees the four pieces of gold…
"Gold!" she says as she pockets the small coins quickly. No one in this place has ever had enough currency to have gold, so this was an unusual payment. Sookie can't help but be even more intrigued by the stranger, but a gut feeling tells her that there is more to him than maybe she wants to know. The bemused barmaid takes the empty tankard and makes her way back to the bar to continue her cleanup.
"Kom hit, Sookie…I need you to go to the market for some honey. My supply for the mead is getting dangerously low." Samuel says as he reaches into his apron pocket to retrieve a few krona for the purchase. Nodding, she wipes her hands before she grabs the money to head down to the docks.
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The stranger moves quickly through town to the small inn on the edge of it, close to the docks and not too far from a farmer's market. He gives the gästgivare a small pouch full of gold to make sure that his presence there is kept as quiet as possible before heading towards his room to place his belongings. The room is moderate sized with a big enough bed…more than enough for what he needs at the moment. Placing the bag in a small dresser behind the door, he takes the sword and leaves again…needing to work out the strange feeling that he has. He heads towards an open field that houses a huge aspen, overlooking the sea. Taking the sword out of its scabbard, he moves the cape so that his arms are free…enjoying the feel of the sun on his tanned skin. He takes some practice swings at an unseen foe…feeling each swing and strike as if he were really at war…
This was to be his time away from all of that, a break that was forced on him by the All-Father for insisting that he marry.
Sighing heavily, the handsome young man removes his hood to reveal a silky mane of gold…almost the color of wheat. It falls gently around his shoulders as he takes a deep breath. War and fighting is all he knows…destruction and victory are his only conquests. He looks down at his sword again and whispers a single word, "Omforma…"
The sword begins to shimmer before revealing its true form…the hammer known as Mjölnir. Feeling a little better, he smiles as he swings the mighty weapon high in the air before launching himself into the skies…forgetting for the moment that he is not to make himself known to the humans here. Nothing has ever felt so free to him than racing through the heavens, but he immediately remembers his vow…landing softly next to the tree again. As son to the powerful Odin, Thor must keep to his presence as inconspicuous as possible, even knowing how hard that is going to be with his strong personality and wants to divulge in more pleasurable acts.
None of this, no desperate need to regain control would be happening now if it wasn't for her…Sookie.
A simple barmaid…
One woman out of the multitude he has tasted of in his many years.
"By Odin, what is happening to me? It is not possible for one small human to touch me so!" he exclaims as he reverts his weapon back into the long sword. Just as he does, he hears a small voice coming towards him, "I didn't expect to see you here…"
He turns quickly to see who it is and his breath catches…before him is the golden haired enchantress that has him out here in the first place. Quickly covering his head back up with the hood, he clears his throat to answer, "I didn't expect to have any company out here."
"Oh, believe me; I'm not here for you. I'm on my way to the docks for a purchase. The bar owner needs me to get some honey for the mead," she says, deliberately trying to keep from looking at his face. There seems to be some unforeseen force that is pulling her towards him and for the life of her she can't figure out why…and it's damn annoying!
He moves to hide in the shadows, not wanting her to see him yet. His looks have been sort of an aphrodisiac to most women…a fortunate happenstance for him, but in the case of this slip of a woman…
Do I really want her to want me for more than just that?
Just asking that question seems to be the answer in itself.
Straightening his back, he nods to her as he sheathes his sword, preparing to leave but halts as he picks up a slight gasp stops him. He looks at her as sees that her eyes are wide open…staring at him. He involuntarily pulls the hood further down on his face, but realizes that isn't what she's looking at. His eyes move down and see that the cape has been pulled back so that his physique is on display…
How did I forget that?
"There is no reason for you to hide…I have already seen you," she whispers as she takes a step closer. Her eyes drink in the figure he portrays…his body is tanned and well-muscled; his arms are thick corded steel just bulging with power. That damn tingling starts again and she can't help but shiver at the sensation. She can hear him sigh before he steps forward once again, this time removing the cloak he has wrapped around him.
Maybe that wasn't such a good idea…
Standing before her is a god…which one she can't even begin to imagine but he has to have been truly molded in the image of them. He's tall, at least 6 and a half feet with long hair the color of the sunset at dusk. His eyes are so sparkling blue she feels like she is drowning the Nordic Sea and his body…sculpted, literally chiseled so that each muscle can be seen and admired. He's wearing a sleeveless black tunic made of the finest cloth, linen maybe, shot through with red stitching in decorative designs.
For once in her life, she has nothing to say…no sharp remark, no insult, not even a compliment. For once, she has been struck dumb by his beauty.
Sookie finally finds her voice to ask, "Min herre, I have given you my name, but I was never told yours…"
He doesn't hesitate and mutters in his low voice, "Mitt namn är Eric, vackra en."
"Eric, a good strong name," she whispers as she grasps the front of her dress, flustered with the way he called her 'beautiful one'. He takes a good look at her attire and is appalled at the threads that adorn her. Her dress is made of the shoddiest materials; holes apparent in different place on the bodice and the skirt. It's made of a most hideous brown and falls just to her slim ankles. Again, his eyes appreciate the lush curves of her body…being this close gives him a better sight than was had in that dimly lit tavern.
And again, his mind races to imagine such a body…naked and wanting underneath him.
Clearing his throat, he tamps down those lustful thoughts to smile innocently, "My mor thought as you do, but I think it was more because my far wanted me to be named after one of our ancestors." Eric leans against the sword as he stares intently at her, as if he was trying to gain some information secretly from her.
Nonplussed, Sookie regains her composure and smiles back, "As I would have expected, but now I must be on my way," she returns as she starts to move past him. An arm shoots out to grab hers before she gets away and she turns to look into his eyes. His smile turns alluring as he asks, "May I join you? I have wanted to check out the market but never found the chance."
Again, her voice is robbed of her as she nods, pulling her arm away from him…caressing the spot as if he scalded her. She leads the way through the field and onto the road next to the inn. Eric tries to find anything else around him to look at, but fails miserably. This woman has drawn his entire attention and a gnawing dread deep in his gut is warning him to tred lightly…
Unfortunately, he has NEVER listened very well to the voice of reason.
He follows her, but at a respectable distance…not wanting to ruin her reputation. In small towns such as this, the manner in which a young woman is raised decides her bride price when the time comes. Even though she works in a tavern, she doesn't come across as being a loose woman…there must be a reason as to why she took up employment in such a place.
Curiosity getting the better of him, Eric asks softly, "What is such a gentle young woman doing in a tavern? I have to admit that I would not have thought such a woman would willingly work there…"
The beautiful barmaid stops in her tracks as she seems to consider what he asked, but when she turns around, her eyes are flaming. Placing her hands on her hips she hisses, "Okunniga människor! Have you changed your mind about me 'giving you what you need'?Do you think because I work in a tavern that I am an easy conquest? Are you so used to women dropping and spreading their legs to you that anyone gentle is simply not possible?" A small hand lashes out and makes contact with his cheek, but her tirade doesn't stop, "I am a proper lady, gris, and I take offense to what you are implying!"
Eric stares at her, unconsciously placing his hand to where his cheek is stinging…doing his best to calm down. How DARE she even THINK to strike me? Everything in him that is the Thunder god screams to have her come to heel, to have her understand that she is a mere human and therefore has no business speaking, much less striking him the way she did.
Sookie takes a step back when she sees a seething fire light in his eyes…what in the hell is wrong with me? For years now, her grandmother has been trying to get her to calm that vicious temper down, stating that no man would want a woman that did not know her place. Those words alone had her biting nails…why should a woman always come under thumb to a man? Weren't there female warriors that could hold their own against the men? The Valkyries were the winged protectors of the heavens and they are women.
No, it just never sat well with her that she was being taught to be inferior…a deep part of her rebelled against such ideas!
But now…
She struck the face of a stranger, lost her temper, and dared accuse him of slander. Her grandmother would surely punish her; maybe even insist that she find another place of employment since she is convinced that all of the awful habits Sookie has been displaying are coming from the patrons of the tavern. She gasps as she watches Eric turn even angrier, too stunned at the sheer rage building in his expression to mutter an apology.
That devilish little voice that seems to tell her to do these dangerous things argues with her common sense, asking it why should she be sorry when he insulted her.
But, what if he was just asking a simple question?
"Fan!" she mutters as she forces herself to consider that she may have been hasty in her assumptions. Forcing herself to calm down, she lowers her arms to clench her hands…trying to find a way to say something.
"Eric…I…" she starts, but is effectively cut off by him gripping her up by her arms…forcing her to stare in his blazing eyes while dangling in the air. "I have never…I will never…Fan du till helvetet!" he growls, dropping her to the ground. He quickly turns away from her, marching his way back to the inn.
Stunned, Sookie stands there looking at his retreating back.
Anyone else would have struck her back or recommended that she be disciplined, anyone else would have demanded that her family pay reparations for the insult she has done to a noble man, because that is certainly what he is. Sighing heavily, she decides to finish her earlier task of going to the market…then she has to make her way to the inn.
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Eric makes his way to his room, his rage barely contained at this point. Rushing up the stairs and ignoring the staring eyes in the lobby, he unlocks the door to his room and paces…growling intensely. "I am the God of Thunder! The heavens cower in my presence and I have the unmitigated gall to have a miniscule woman dare to accost me?" he yells at no one.
A shimmering appears in front of him that makes him pause. As he looks on, the image of a close friend appears to him wearing the gear of the Valkyries. Frowning, he sits in a chair while the image completely materializes. A tall blonde with striking features smirks at him as she folds her arms.
"Fan Thor, vad har ni gjort nu?" she asks with a smirk on her face.
"What have I done? What have I done? Been insulted by a simple human is all!" he growls as he pounds on the arm of the chair…obliterating it with one strike. Even more upset, he stands again to move over to the window…still trying to find some kind of inner peace.
With a left handed comment, he says, "This IS Midgard, Hildr…dress appropriately."
"By your will…" she mumbles as her warrior's garb turns into a fine dress made of the softest linen. Even being a Valkyrie and considered one of the most deadly of the group, she still can turn an eye. Swaggering over to where he is, she takes a deep breath before speaking, "Who would have thought the all-powerful God of Thunder would be felled by a human!"
"Hildr…" the angry god says menacingly.
"Pamela, if you please; no one need know my true identity…Thor…" is the snarky return.
A raised eyebrow answers as he says, "Then call me Eric…"
"Fine, but this doesn't solve your little problem does it? We can feel your anger all the way in Asgard…you will alert Odin if you don't calm down." Pam says as she absently checks her nails.
Eric shakes his head at her unnatural actions…Valkyries are not known for their feminine wiles.
He refuses to speak, still not able to handle the onslaught of emotions that have his mind in a tailspin. All he can see before him is her; her flashing eyes as she accused him of debauchery, the heaving of her chest as she lashes out with her anger…
Damn, what would that temper look like when it was used for passion?
The Valkyrie shakes her head, "Keep your mind out of her långkalsonger, Eric…or maybe that is what you need to get yourself back under control?"
That, of course, was the wrong thing to say at that moment and it takes everything in him not to throw the nearest piece of furniture at her. Taking a deep breath he tells her, "It is for that reason she lashed out at me. She seems to think that is all I want from her…"
"Isn't it?"
The handsome warrior is quiet again, but this time he's in thought. At any other time, bedding women was just something he did for a moment's pleasure and he found humans to be much more…shall we say… agreeable to the sexual demands that he places on his partners. Granted, when he first saw her the thought of using her for the night was tempting, but as he watched her and how she carried herself, there was no way he would be able to degrade her like that. Honestly, he never saw her as a lady of the night; she seemed way too innocent and temperamental to be otherwise. To have been accused so quickly of such an act of slander only meant that she has had to deal with those accusations quite a bit…
But then, why put herself through the scrutiny and work there?
Pamela watches his face and can tell that he has finally reached a level of calm that will keep his secret a little while longer. Nodding she says, "Good, now I can get back to what I was doing. I suggest that you decide what you plan to do about that girl, and soon. You only have a fortnight before you have to stand before all of Asgard and marry that goddess."
"You don't have to remind me of that, Pam. I came here to escape that, remember?"
She comes over to place her hand on his shoulder, "But, you cannot escape it. You got away for a while, but it does not change your circumstances. The marriage is going to take place." The pretty blonde walks over to the half demolished chair to sit down. Crossing her legs, she gazes at her lifelong friend and sighs.
"Maybe it won't be all that bad. I hear that she is extremely beautiful…" she starts.
Eric frowns his face, "It wouldn't matter if she rivaled the looks of Freyja and Idunna combined, marriage is not for a god like me. Why must I always have to conform to someone…mainly my father?" he asks. The Valkyrie shakes her head, "You are the son of the All Father, you are the Thunder god…it is in your makeup to be more than you are."
"Not good enough, vän…"
Shrugging her shoulders again she answers, "It's going to have to be. It will be better for everyone that you get over it and do as expected."
The warrior sits on the edge of the bed, placing his arms on his knees. "It is what is expected…I have been hearing that my entire life. Just once, I would like to hear that the decisions made for my life are going to be left up to me!"
"Not going to happen…you haven't been too good at choosing well."
He glares at Pam, "Thanks…"
She smiles, "That's what vänner are for!"
Pam stands then, placing another hand to his shoulder, "I am going to go now. Please settle this; I can only do so much before your father comes to me to find you." The handsome god stands and places his hand to her cheek, "I would never let it go that far."
"Better not."
And with that, she disappears.
He stands there, thinking about everything they have been discussing…but in the back of his mind he cannot eliminate the thoughts of that damned Sookie…
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Swedish terms (supplied by Microsoft Translator)
Far – Father bestar - beasts
resenar – traveler Det känns så bra – It feels so good
lite en – little one alskare - lover
sjoman – seaman byxor - pants
gris – pig min vackra alskare – my beautiful lover
Tusan ocksa – Damn it så snäva – so tight
min herre – my lord tack - thanks
vad fan – what the fuck (or something close to that) kung - king
vara tyst, dum – be silent, supid min karlek – my love
kom hit – come here du är fantastisk – you are amazing
gastgivare – innkeeper
Omforma – Transform
Mitt namn är Eric, vackra en. – My name is Eric, beautiful one
mor – mother
Okunniga manniskor – Ignorant people
Fan du till helvetet – Damn you to hell
Fan Thor, vad har ni gjort nu – Damn Thor, what have you done
långkalsonger – knickers
vanner – friends
Hur kunde jag har varit så dum – How could I have been so stupid
liten kvinna – small woman
adelsman – nobleman
sot kvinna – sweet woman