The last day of the adventure in Norway had come to a close. The Avengers had started their week in Bergen, traveled to the fjord country in Flåm and Geiranger, and they just arrived in Oslo earlier that afternoon by train. Steve checked his watch as the lights in the room dimmed. The dancers would be out any minute.

There was a small cultural center a block from the hotel Steve picked out for the group, and they provided a traditional old Norwegian meal with folk dancers that performed every other night, to apparently rave reviews. Steve booked a table for the team as a bit of a farewell to the country.

"Do we have to leave tomorrow?" Clint asked. "The week has flown by too fast."

"I wouldn't mind taking a side stop on the way home." Natasha said, fixing her napkin. Waiters had come out from the side kitchen to deliver the food to the guests. There were eight tables in the dining hall, each filled with their own excited patrons.

Steve cleared his throat, he might as well divulge his plan now, with everyone in one place.

"So, everybody, before the food comes out, I have an announcement to make." He said.

"I told you to use protection." Tony said, sipping his wine, spilling some when Bruce punched his arm.

Steve, in his unmeasurable amount of time spent with the sass that is Tony Stark, learned to ignore his caustic comments. "Anyways," He continued, "as I was saying. I know all of you are sad that this is the end of our trip."

"You can say that again." Loki agreed.

"Well, since we were gone for two weeks last year, Coulson booked us the same amount of time this year. I decided to use the extra week as an add on to our vacation."

"You mean...we don't have to go home?" Clint asked, hopeful.

"Not yet. I have us booked for a week in London."

A cry of approval erupted from the table.

"We need to see Big Ben." Bruce suggested.

"What about the Tower?" Natasha asked.

"Screw that, I just wanna ride in one of those busses." Tony said. "Nice going, spangles! You did something right for a change!"

The celebration is interrupted by a young waitress bringing over the food and explaining what it was.

"The dance will start soon." She said, grinning, before she left.

"I loved this trip, but I will be glad to have something other than cooked fish for every meal." Bruce said, picking at the salmon dish.

"And goat cheese." Clint added.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please direct your attention to the front." An announcement said. "May I present, the Oslo Folk Dancers!"

Everyone applauded as a young woman came into the room in traditional clothes. She held a strange looking violin. As she began to play, her cohorts entered dressed similarly, and the dance began. It was so intricate, Steve gave them credit for the smoothness of their moves. After the first dance, they all introduced themselves and their costumes.

The evening flew by. The troupe did four dances, each more fascinating than the last. Finally, the leader of the troupe took the microphone.

"This next dance is a traditional Viking dance, done at everything from birthdays to coronations. We need some volunteers to help us." He said, and gestured towards the audience. All seven of the Avengers moved to the stage, as well as some younger kids and their parents. "This is pretty much like a large game of centipede. I will be in front, and we will all link hands. When the music starts, just follow the person in front of you. Have fun!"

The tune was struck, a lively jig of sorts, and the leader started. He wove around the tables as the rest of the guests started to clap. The avengers were the caboose of the line, and were lurched forwards after the rest of the line. The leader moved with the energy of the music, and before long more people had started to join in at the end.

"This is easy." Tony said, despite gasping for air.

Suddenly, the leader doubled back and ducked under the arms of Bruce and Thor.

"Under the bridge!" He shouted as the little kids giggled and followed. Even the adults seemed to enjoy the 'london bridge' game. Soon, the line reached Natasha, who was in front of Bruce, and she looped herself underneath the arm bridge. In the struggle, Bruce and Thor ended up in a twisted heap of each other's limbs, and gave up.

"Gotta keep up!" Natasha shouted back at them, and they quickly rejoined the line.

On and on the line raced around the room, twisting and turning itself into a maze, then stretching the whole length of the dance floor. The leader then gathered everyone back in a circle surrounding the lone musician, before leading everyone forward in and then back out. That's when the jig ended.

All were out of breath, but still managed thunderous applause. Smiles were plastered on everyone's faces as they shared laughs about the experience.

"Thank you for being here tonight!" The musician concluded. "We hope you have enjoyed your dinner."

Everyone clapped again as the dancers took a bow, then exited the room.

"Finale-wise, that was pretty impressive." Bruce said.

"Verily, an intense game of twister." Thor agreed.

"I'm glad you liked it." Steve replied. "Our flight to London is at 9:30 tomorrow morning, so make sure you guys have everything ready tonight."

"I know we haven't even left Norway yet, but what have you planned for us in London?" Loki asked, checking the memory card on his camera.

"Plenty, we'll be hitting all the highlights, and everything is accessible by the Tube, their subway system. I'll tell you guys more on the flight tomorrow. But for right now, I think I can say that this trip was a success."

Epilogue:

Time: 10:00

Altitude: 32000 ft.

Location: Somewhere over the North Sea

Steve was doing one last check over his itinerary for the upcoming week. He had just gone over it with the group, and they were on board with everything.

Ok, we've all got our luggage, our passports, and I have some of the local currency. We're good, we're all good.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, due to excessive air traffic at London Heathrow, we will unfortunately be delayed in our landing. We are sorry for any inconvenience." A flight attendant announced.

"Oh come on!" Steve shouted, then covered his mouth. If they didn't land right at 11:00, then they would miss the 11:40 train into London, then…..

Ok, calm down Steve-o, it'll all resolve itself….let's just worry about getting there first.

He looked out the window, seeing the coast of England off in the distance. His team was gonna be so happy with what he has planned.

Steve was sure of that.

So, as you might have guessed, there is a sequel to this fic called "Of Pubs and Pembroke Welsh Corgis" detailing adventures in London. I should have it posted soon after this.