The Pack of Fenrir

[midnight_devil]

Vars had been away from Norway for nearly a year but no one forgot who he was in his old haunts. Not only was Vars a rough and tumble punk, he also was also the man who would see the other bands brought into the spotlight. The Rock In, one of Oslo's punk and metal venues was where his pack hung out. They called them a pack because they were pagans, heathens who followed the old gods.

Once they had their hotel this was the first place Vars wanted Viktor to come with him. Among the heathens. Vars walked in and headed to the back where the dull thud of axes impacting wood was ringing through the quiet bar. Midday was a time for drinking but later the music would be loud. Here, axes and knives were thrown instead of darts and booze came by pitchers and full sized bottles.

Eventually, Vars and his tall, British companion are noticed and a group of punks starts toward them, blonde with streaks of color in their hair and spikes and chains on their jackets and vests. They started surrounding and shoving at Vars. Closer, they all wore tattoos and jewelry of the wolf and serpent that were on so many things that Vars owned. They are obviously asking about Viktor though it is in Norwegian. Vars answers, obvious in Viktor's name and the fact that everyone looks to Viktor.

"We speak English." Vars tells them and that is enough for them all to start talking to Viktor, introducing themselves. They all gave names and their god. Many followed Loki and Fenrir, but also other gods.

"Come. Drink and teach fight." Vars grabbed Viktor's hand and started dragging him along. One of the punks that seems the friendliest with Vars, a man named Aksel and his girl, started laughing.

"Har Vars en tidligere kjæreste?" Aksel asks and Vars punches him hard in the shoulder for the question.

Comments

[hellfire_andfury]

Viktor was actually excited to come to Norway with Vars experiencing his culture and meeting up with the punks he knew. They were people from the ancient ways of his country and those who worshipped the gods of old. The Brit was new to this but he liked what he saw immediately as he walked into the bar full of Vars' people. The axe throwing got Viktor's attention from the start.

"That's fucking fun, mate. Axe throwing? I want some of that."

Meeting the other punks was going to be a good experience for Viktor, since he'd not met many others like these. It was a whole new other culture for him. One he wanted to embrace. At the hand hold, he offered Vars a playful punch to the shoulder as he was showed the other punks.

"What's he saying?"

Viktor looking to Aksel and his girlfriend. Even the women looked strong and this pleased the Brit.

[midnight_devil]

One thing Viktor will pick up on is that Aksel's English, though not perfect, is better than Vars' when he replies.

"We will train you to be warrior." Aksel tells him as they walk toward the back. There's a pretty good group back here in the corner. Men and women, some engaged in some sort of weapon throwing competition. There are also a few instruments among them and more than a few have scars from fights or something else.

Vars punched his friend again for good measure. "He say things get ass kicked."

"Det er bra at du endelig har fylt sengen din." Aksel barely gets the words out before Vars lets go of Viktor's hand to shove the punk so hard he trips and falls but they're both laughing. The two had hounded each other for a long time over things, like brothers normally would.

[hellfire_andfury]

"You're going to train me to be a warrior? Like you blokes? A Norse Viking warrior using an axe? Fuck yeah. I can grow a beard but I might look a bit stupid compared to you lot."

Also, a beard would take a few weeks, Viktor and you haven't got that much time to grow it before you get back on stage for the tour. Minus beard he can still be a warrior though and wants to kick some ass with the Norwegian punks. The Brit did notice that Aksel's English was better than Vars' though which was surprising.

"Oh yeah? Sounds like he's insulting you, Spiky."

Viktor laughed a little when Aksel got the sharp end of the bassist's boot as he was now going flying. It seemed the punks here enjoyed a bit of banter just like the one back home Viktor knew. It was all good. His attention turned to what the punks were drinking out of the flagons. They looked good.

"What are you blokes drinking? Is it that Akvavit shit? Strong as cleaner that stuff. I heard it fucks you up. I'm a vodka man myself."

[midnight_devil]

"Vars and I will show how to fight." Askel gave Vars a shove. "If he hasn't forgotten how to fight like a man."

None of the punks had more than some stubble, most their age or younger. Vars scowled at his friend. "Still better double axe. You all still lose."

Vars was laughing and elbows Viktor before leaning into him. "He talk about you. Say you live in my bed."

It wasn't an exact, word for word, translation but the cultural meaning of what was said. There's a bit of everything out and a few of the punks answer. Mead, ale, Russian vodka, Akvavit, and whiskey. Vars grins up at Viktor before going to pour them a drink.

"Brit not take akvavit without bad morning." Vars teases good natured as a few more of the punks introduce themselves. Now that they've realized that Viktor is Vars' new partner, introductions come with the gods they follow; Loki and Fenrir prominent but also Magni, Modi, Tyr, Uller and a couple others, all gods or goddess of war and hunting.