Oddvar "Vars" Hagen

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.