Vikings fear nothing... Nothing but the Fins. Chapter 2
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A/N
Mathias = Denmark
Lukas = Norway
Berwald = Sweden
Happy reading.
They walked in a line on a game trail that twisted its way through the trees; Mathias was in the lead his ax resting lightly on his shoulder. Lukas was behind him and Berwald was bringing up the rear, the forest was a tangle of darkness and lit by only occasional beams of light that snuck through the dense foliage.
They have been walking for a half hour following the natural path; suddenly Denmark stopped causing Norway to run into him. The Norwegian bounced off of the taller teen and glared at him restraining the urge to strangle him for stopping in the middle of the path.
"D...D...Did you hear that?" The Den stuttered.
The other two listened for a second then they heard the whispers; they were quiet at first but steadily grew louder. They were in another language, one none of them knew. Laughter soon followed along with shadows disappearing and reappearing near the three Viking teens. Denmark brought his ax in front of him handling it with both hands.
"Show yourself!" He called out in a random direction.
The voices stopped and everything stilled, the silence was eerily calm, then a chilling voice echoed around them,
"Gooooo Awaaaaaay." The voice was male but sounded none human.
Denmark spoke once more "Show yourself coward, we're not scared of you."
Norway faced palmed at his friends idiotic move, Sweden shook his head.
"Heed your friends tyhmän, leave this place or we will have to send you to Tuonela."
Denmark glanced at his friends, Norway was muttering for him to shut up but the Den ignored him
"We will not leave and we will not go to... Where ever you said." He yelled back swinging his ax tearing a chunk out of the side of a tree.
A feral hiss caused the hair on the back of their necks to stand up.
"You will regret doing that tyhmän ."
A hiss passed Sweden's head and an arrow embedded its self near Norway's arm, the three stared at the arrow not quite certain where it had come from.
"This is your last warning Tanska, leave this place and never return if you return we will give you a one way trip to Manala."
Denmark was about to reply but Norway yanked the Den down to his level and dragged him away by his collar. Norway took the lead of the trio and backtracked through the trees. They were followed by multicolored lights that winked in and out of existence.
They finally made it out of the forest and once a decent distance from the tree line Norway threw Den to the ground with ease.
"What was that for Norge?" Den glared at Norway who glared back.
"Idiot, you're lucky we managed to get out of there with just a warning shot. Why did you have to swing your stupid ax around like that anyways?"
"How would I have known they would have gotten mad at me hitting some dumb tree? Sverige help me out here." Den looked towards Sweden for support.
"We sh'ld g' b'ck to da c'mp." Sweden shook his head, he started towards the camp leaving the other two behind, Norway looked one last time at Den who was still on the ground and followed the Swed.
"Hey wait for me." Scrambling up the Den ran after his companions.
Back in the tree's a lone figure lurked, just barely visible, his features hidden in the cowl of his cloak, his knuckles turned white as he watched the trio disappear back into their camp site.
Translation/explaination
Tounela- one name for the underworld in Finnish mythology
Manala- Another name for the underworld. Both are kinda like nursing homes I guess, nothing exiting happens its just the same day over and over or its just a place you sleep forever. Exiting right diffently not like Valhala.
Tanska- Denmark
Norge- Danish and Norwegian for Norway.
Sverige- Danish for Sweden, possibly Norwigian as well.
We sh'ld g' b'ck to da c'mp. We should go back to the camp
The word tyhmän I will have the meaning explained in later chapters so those who do know it don't tell anyone.