smiles a little. He was leaning against the wall outside the others room, listening to him play.

remembers one of the old tunes, begins playing it. closes his eyes to concentrate on the notes and play in tune.

keeps quiet, closing his eyes a bit to listen to him more.

finishes that tune, plays a few notes before remembering another tune and begins playing that.

smiled more and closed his eyes fully, swaying a bit with the music.

this tune is a little longer, and might be playing the odd note, but still mostly remembers the tune.

twitches a bit at the odd notes, but still sways. Just listening brought him back to the old times...

finishes the song. opens his eyes and looks over the horn closely now. This one had been boiled well and the holes cut into it were done_

with care. The craftsmanship showed in how well it still played after so much time.

smiles and starts to walk away, not wanting the other to think he was checking up on him or anything.

bring this with him tonight and play it while they have their viking feast.

would love that. To relive those memories, even for a night is worth it.

sticks the horn into the leather pouch on his belt and heads downstairs to check on the food cooking in the pit outside.

if he should see if Sweden is awake and willing to participate in dressing up...

walks into the hallway and heads for the stairs. glances around because it felt like another presence had been there.

steps out of his room, humming a bit. He stopped when he saw the other and smiled. "Hej~"

"Hei." stops and looks at him, because wearing these clothes, in this house ... and the bukkehorn music still in his head ... "I feel like_

I'm in a time warp."

chuckles and looks him over. "Mhmm. The music really seals it, doesn't it?"

" ... oh, so you heard me." puts his hand on the leather pouch on his belt, where the Bukkehorn is. "How bad was I?"

smiles. "Ye were better than ye think. Only a few notes here and there. I couldn't help but listen."

"I was trying to remember the tune." scratches the back of his head. "I was going to check on food, see if it was done cooking."

nods. "Ye do that, I'll go get Sweden. See if he's up for getting dressed."

"okay." turns to head out of the attic, then stops and looks at Den, before wrapping him up in a hug. "Takk, for keeping this stuff around.

"

blinks at him then smiles widely and hugs him back. "Velkommen... I couldn't throw it out anyways..."

kisses him on the cheek, then lets him go and heads for the attic door.

keeps smiling and rubs his cheek a bit. He grabbed a few things and thought if Sweden could fit them now.

walks outside and watches the troll lean on the shovel as he watches over the cooking pit, now covered with dirt. "Should be close to done."

got down from the attic and knocked on Sweden's door, hoping he wasn't waking him.

actually sleeping, he made a slight groan and opened his eyes. "Ja..?"

puts his hand over the dirt where the food is cooking, feeling the heat radiate. "Ja, not much longer. It had been ages since he cooked

like this.

smiles faintly, he could tell he was asleep. "Hej, get up. I got somethin' I want ye to try on..."

rubs his eyes picking up his glasses and puts them on. "Wh't...?"

rolls his eyes and walks in. "For dinner tonight, I thought it'd be a good idea... Since we're eating viking style, why not dress the part?"

nods slightly. "Y' st'll h've m' cl'thes?" He wondered if they would still fit. "'M keepin m' gl'sses th'ugh."

smiles and nods. "Ja, I didn't get rid of anything." He chuckles a bit. " 'Nd ja. I wouldn't take yer sight from ye..."

frowns a bit at that, he meant again. "Alr'ght.. I d'n't kn'w if th'y'd st'll fit."

shrugs. "Ye can try... There's a bit more in the attic if these don't fit."

nods to him. "Alr'ght." He looked at the clothes, he still couldn't help but wonder about them and miss those times.

steps out. "Hurry, Norge's checking on the food. It'll be ready soon."

takes the clothes and nods. "'Kay. ... 'M not we'rin the h't.." He realized now how strange this outfit looked.

shrugs. "Whatever ye feel comfortable in." Waits outside.

changes, he was amazed, it still fit, even the shoes, it was a bit shorter but it wasn't tight so it would work, he stepped out of his room,

he held the hat, he was debating on wearing it before putting it on his head, he felt foolish compared to normal dress of today, but he_

had missed these clothes anyways.

looks him over and smiles. "Wow... ye can still pull it off."

rolls his eyes. "Ja, 'co'rse." He said.

smiles. "Great. Go outside with Norge, I still gotta get my stuff on."

nods to him and walked down stairs and outside to Norge.

smiles as he happily went back to the attic and packed everything back up. He then went to his room. He kept his stuff close...

finds a platter in the kitchen large enough for everything in the pit. Carries outside as the troll moves the warm dirt off of the food_

in the pit.

standing out at the pit by the time Norge came back.

glances at Berwald. "Hei, good you see you ... those clothes suit you." pushes his old cloak off of his shoulders and helps the troll.

nods to him. "Good to see y' too.. Ah.. Tack.." He still felt a bit strange in them. "Y' st'll su't y'er old cl'thes too."

"Surprising how well they fit. Just a little short." crouches down when the troll uncovers the foil covered legs of lamb. Puts on heavy _

gloves and pulls them out of the fire. Pulls out another foil lined packet of rye bread, then another that was a mixture of mushrooms and_

leeks, cooked in butter.

nods to him. "Ja I kn'w.. 'S a bit sh'rt on me too." He said quietly and watching him. "Do y' need h'lp?"

"You can help take the foil off the meat so it can be carved, if you like." smirks at the large bundles covered in tin foil. "Better than

using leaves, don't dry out in the fire and keeps the dirt off the food. If we had tin foil back then, we would have used it. That's what

I keep telling myself. "

nods to him. "W'uld h've m'de th'ngs so m'ch e'sier, ja?" He started to peel back the foil with his bare hands, even if it was still_

a bit hot to the touch.

reaches behind his cloak, pulls out a carving knife and fork. Sets them down on the table and begins peeling foil off of the rye bread.

looks at the carving tools. "W'nt me to do it?"

"If you want." pulls out a smaller knife and begins cutting the bread.

picks up the carving tools and begins to carve the meat. "E'sier th'n the d'ggers we had, eh?"

"Much easier." watches him carve before opening up the foil packet of leeks and mushrooms. "Where's Den? Food is going to get cold."

barges out through the doors, holding a few bottles of Mead. He was completely decked out in his old Viking gear, even with the

fur boots. He was so happy, and it was clear for anyone to see.

points with the knife. "Th're he is.." He finished carving the knife.

turns and looks at him. "Well, look who's here, with mead." can't help but smirk at him. He looked good in his viking gear too.

smiles and nods. "Of course~ Took me a while to get to these." Puts the bottles on the table then turns and licks

his lips. "Smells delicious ~"

nods to him. "Good of 'im to br'ng it too." He looked at him. "Y'er boots st'll fit, hm?"

nods. "Everything still fits~" Twirls around, smiling widely. He truely missed these clothes.

chuckles a little bit. "M'ne 'nd Norge's are a bit sh'rt."

"Ja, looks like Sweden and I still had growing to do." finishes setting out the food, "It's ready, dig in."

hums and licks his lips once more before grabbing some food and a bottle, then takes a few steps back and sits in the snow.

grabs some food and his own bottle sitting down as well. "I f'rgot how m'ch m're c'mfort'ble th'se c'lthes were..."

"Ja, you can do just about anything in them." Grabs food and some mead and sits down in the snow next to the other two.

nods to him. "Ja.. M'ssed th'se cl'thes."

nibbles on the food and wiggles. "Mmm... Great job, Norge." Smiles at him.

a mouth full of lamb and bread. "Takk,"

takes a bit of the meat nodding. "Mhmm, 's good." It was as good as he remembered.

closed his eyes as he ate and drank. Odin, the memories just kept coming back...

sits there for a moment before taking off his glasses rubbing at his sore eyes with gloved hands, the two differences from his old clothes.

watches Berwald as he eats some lamb. He liked the anachronism his glasses made with the clothes he wore, in a strange way. "When did you

start wearing glasses, Sweden?" takes a healthy drink of mead.

opens his eyes and tenses a bit before looking a little away, eating slower... He took a long drink of mead.

shifts a bit slipping them back on. "Ah.. J'st b'fore I l'ft.." He didn't go into detail he just took a long drink of mead as well.

glances at him, then sets down his mead bottle in the snow. "How is the food?"

smiles, looking at it before taking a bit. "Wonderful."

nods in agreement. "'S re'lly good."

"Takk," is really happy it turned out so well. Eats more, enjoying the snow, the heat from the pit, and sitting with the others.

takes a few more bites as he looks the other two over in great detail.

watches them both for a few moments before going back to eating, he missed these kinds of meals. He actually liked being here right now.

finishes what he took, grabs more and munches away. "I need to cook like this more often."

nods. "I agree. We should do this again..." Finishes his amount and licks his fingers.

"Help yourself to more, if you want it." has half a smirk on his face watching him lick his fingers. Now it really was a viking feast.

nods and quickly grabs some more before getting comfortable back in the snow. He started eating and hummed a bit.

licks his fingers nodding to the other. "Ja. We need to." He was still on his first helping but nodded again. "Ja."

"Say when, and I will. Also give me ideas for what to cook." pops a mushroom in his mouth.

Nods again eating a chunk of lamb, this was amazing..

shoves more food in his mouth and drinks some mead after. "If it's cooked like this, I'll eat anything."

"I'll bring whale." takes a huge bite of lamb.

actually starting to let go and shoves a piece of meat in his mouth. "Th'td be good." he followed with the mead.

nods. "Mhmm... It'll taste so good~" Smirks a bit at Sweden.

Doesn't know that he was being watches as he popped a mushroom in his mouth.

takes a long drink of mead, finds the bottle is empty and throws it over his shoulder. "Yum."

smirks as he eats a bit more, taking a few more sips of mead. "A very well balanced meal, in my opinion."

"Expertly prepared too." pats his stomach and lets out a loud belch.

nods to them both, staying quiet and drinking more mead.

hums and nods as he downs the rest of his mead before falling and sprawling out in the snow. "Sooo goooddd..."

"Ja, but I ate so much ... don't want to move."

sets his bottle in the snow, he stayed dead silent and just fell back breathing out happily putting a hand on his stomach.

chuckles a bit. "I don't think any of us are movin' anytime soon..."

shakes his head to that. "Nej.. Too c'mfy." He missed just laying in the snow.

"Ate too much. Need to digest." looks up at the sky.

rolls onto his stomach and rests his head in his arms. "I could sleep like this..."

"We've done it plenty of times before ... always ended up spooning to stay warm though."

makes a face at what Norge had said, he almost went to get up so they could be alone.

looks over at Berwald. "Did I say something wrong?"

shakes his head. "Nej, n'thin."

looks back up at the sky. feels a snowflake land on his cheek.

chuckles a bit. "Ja. Only on the really cold nights though..." Sticks his tongue out, catching a few snowflakes himself.

squints a bit looking at the snowflakes that landed on his lenses.

"I don't miss the houses we used to live in. They were always smoky from the fires."

nods. "Mhmm... Things are better now..."

nods to them. "Mhmm.." He didn't have much to put into this conversation.

could probably fall asleep laying there, except for the snowflakes falling on his face.

could and probably will end up sleeping here. He missed sleeping in the snow, and it wasn't as cold as it use to be.

could fall asleep as well, in fact he was already starting to drift off.

still stares up into the snowy sky. Thinks it's interesting how he would never be able to lay in snow in modern clothes and not get cold.

curls up a bit onto his side and closes his eyes. He was at peace right now. A full stomach, people he cares about around, and dressed

in the good times.

breathes out, he was was actually asleep where he lay.

himself fading fast, wraps his heavy, fur lined cloak around him and closes his eyes.

curls up a bit more, making sure he was well covered for the night before allowing himself to relax fully. "Godnat, guys..." He was just

going to sleep here.

"night ... "