A/N: One more for the Song Challenge, this time inspired by Hakuna Matata from The Lion King.
Uh, I don't think this story needs any warnings... probably. Weird English and stupid plot, but that's about it. (Plot? What plot?)
"Hakuna matata, Emil."
Emil was pulled back from his thoughts when Sigrun sat down next to him and hit his back.
"Huh?"
He looked at her, confused, and tried to figure out what she had said. She noticed his confusion.
"Hakuna matata."
"...Is that some weird Norwegian slang for dinner time or something?"
"Nah, it's just something people say."
"'People' being you?"
Sigrun shrugged and leaned against the tank.
"You look down, something on your mind?"
"Are you qualified to ask people that?"
She stuck her tongue out towards him and he laughed.
"It's nothing really, I'm just... What'll happen when we get home?"
"We'll be celebrated as heroes, of course!"
"Yes, but with us. Will it be good bye forever? Or will we meet again?"
"Depends on if they want us out again."
"Don't take this the wrong way but I'll probably not come along then."
"What? You don't think this is fun?"
"As fun as getting shoved into the pig's den."
Sigrun wrinkled her nose.
"Do I want to know?"
"Probably not."
Mikkel almost pushed the two of them over when he came outside, carrying pots and everything he needed to make dinner. He put it down, looked at Sigrun and Emil and smiled.
"Chin up you two, hakuna matata."
Sigrun beamed.
"See, told you people said it!"
"Fine, but what does it even mean? It makes no sense. Is it Finnish?"
Sigrun shrugged again.
"Beats me, I've never cared to find out."
"It is a saying from the old world", Mikkel smiled at their lack of knowledge. "It means no worries."
"No worries?"
"Yes, no worries. Live in the moment and things like that."
Emil laughed.
"How's that working out for you? Still on the mutineer-list?"
"It also means not to worry about details like that. It will all work out in the end and if it has not yet worked out then it is not yet the end. Simple as that."
Emil got up, stretched.
"Okay, I'll try it. Hakuna matata. You only live once, right?"
Sigrun hit his back again.
"You got it, city-boy. Make the most of it, go down burning and then we'll drink together in Valhalla."
"I'm not planning my death yet, Sigrun, but I'll try. In about 40 years or so."
"Whatever floats your boat. Mood's better?"
"Better, thanks. Hakuna matata."
"He's getting the hang of it", Sigrun said to Mikkel and smiled.
Emil shook his head, waved and got back inside the tank, sank down next to Lalli.
"Lalli, when we get back home..."
Lalli looked at him, Emil wasn't sure if the other understood because Lalli tilted his head slightly.
"You want to go out some day? For dinner?"
Lalli looked at the ceiling, at the floor and back at Emil.
"...huh?"
"...Nothing. Hakuna matata. It's dinner soon. I'll talk to you later."
Lalli smiled as Emil got up.
"Hakuna matata, Emil. Hakuna matata."
A/N: ...I kind of like the idea that the phrase "Hakuna matata" survives after the end of the world as we know it and is universal on top of that! Sadly Emil didn't have any friends who taught him it when he grew up *patpats*