Chapter 4

How do I get home?

'Jenny, I was having the most strange dream I've ever had. There was this odd Viking guy and according to him I was dead and had gone to their heaven place...Jenny?'

I sat up. And to my great disapointment, I was still in the hutt/grand room which was now empty. I rubbed my eyes. Couldn't I wake up just once and realize that it had all just been a bad dream? I looked round the room. I was still having problems accepting that

I was dead. I felt so alive. How the heck could I be dead?

As I pondered on these things the door burst open and Sven marched in carring what looked like, but I was hoping not, breakfast. 'Ahh! You're awake. Good. I hate waking people. This is your breakfast, hurry and eat it before Odin and the others get here and question you.' To my mixture of gratitude and disgust, he put the mouldy plank of wood on my lap that was serving as a tray. In the dirty bowls there was some greenish bread and burnt egg, then there was some shiny meat which I couldn't identifiy and then a chipped cup of beer.

'Er, thank-you very much Sven, this looks... Great.' Sven glowed with pride. 'Really? You think so? Everyone else said that they wouldn't feed my food to a dog they didn't like! I'm so glad that someone likes my food.'

I secretly shared the feelings of the other Vikings, but didn't want to hurt his feelings and was also very hungry, so I ate the terrible food gone, disgusing gagging for enjoyment noises.

I'd just finished the last few crumbs of the green bread, when the door opened admitting three extraordinary people. The first one was a man who was only a little smaller then a elephant standing on it's hind legs. The second one looked like a fairy-tale wizard, with a staff complete. The third one was...'Jenny!' I cried as I leaped from my bed and ran to embrace her. She smiled sympatheticly as I approached, and put out her hand to stop me. 'Oh I'm sorry. I'm not Jenny, I'm Freya, goddess of love and harvest. I appear in the form the beholder finds most beautiful. I'm sorry.'

I backed off. I felt like I'd just had the ultimate Christmas preasent offered to me and then been smashed into thousands of pieces before my own eyes. I shuffeled back to my bed, mad and embaressed. Everyone found a chair. Odin smiled at me kindly.

'It's okay, one man who arrived here and saw her is still not convinced that she is not his wife and chases her still.' Freya blushed. 'But, lets get on with thing's. I am Odin, Ruler of Asgard and all the gods, you've already met Freya, and this is Thor, god of war and thunder'. The small mountain grunted when he heard his name.

'We are the three that rule all of the other gods and goddesses and control this world and yours. We have come here to ask you a few questions, you see we haven't had anyone arrive here since 1050, the end of the Viking age, and we think that's important that we know how it is that you came to be here, so if you would explain to us how it is that you came to be here.'

After this he sat back in his chair and conjured up some wine in glass and sipped as I told him everything that had happened. When I mentioned the Idol, he spewed his wine everywhere. I paused. 'No, carry on!' He exclaimed as he wiped his mouth.

I continued my story intill I came to the part I came round and was with Sven.

'I have a question, though. Sven said that my wife could come here if she led a good life, but according to you, no one has come here in ages, so how could she end up here?'

Everyone seemed to be stunned by my whole story, and I was puzzeled too, but I needed to the answer to my question. 'Your wife can come here because you are here, if you weren't here then she couldn't get here either... It's complicated.'

Freya explained, in my wife's voice which really irritated me. Odin still looked stunned and was now absent-mindedly pouring his drink on the floor. 'I wanted to know if it was the Idol which brought me here, by touching it, because that's what seemed to happen...Hello?'

They were fading very fast and didn't seem to hear me. They were soon gone in a final bright flash. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. This place was crazy! Sven continued to calmly stoke the fire. 'What just happened? Where did they go?' I asked him.

'Oh, They went off to plan what they were going to do about your situation, they should be back in a few days, in the mean time I think that you should get some rest and when you wake up, I'll take you round a portion of the place and see what you think.' ' Could we go now? I really don't feel like sleeping.' I asked, hoping that he wouldn't do a mommy and firmly keep me in my bed forever. Sven looked at me. 'All right, but we're coming staight back the minute that you get tired.'

I eagerly jumped out of bed, then realized for the first time that I was in this grey wool night-shirt. 'Hey,where did my clothes go?' Sven went to a cupboard and dug in it for a while, groaning about how small I was, finally emerging with plain bronze armour, a green tunic thing with a belt, brown trouser things and thick socks with soft leather boots. 'I think that this would suit you and it's the only things that I could find in your size.' I looked at the clothing in amusement, wondering how on I was going to get them on. 'Thanks Sven, they are very good.' Sven smiled in reply and gave them to me. I watched as he left the room. Sven was a great guy really, even if his cooking was terrible. Ever since Odin and the others had left, I'd felt really...happy, like everything was going to be ok and nothing could go wrong. I whistled as I struggled into the baggy Viking clothing. Why did I feel so good?

As soon as I put my armour on, I examined myself in the gaudy mirror on my wall.

I looked very funny in the old clothing, like a child who was wearing their fathers suit for fun. I wondered if I would get a sword and a helmet! I was feeling like a seven-year-old. This whole thing that was happening to was awesome! I was hungry again, but, hunger could wait! I was about to be showen round a cool Viking fort! Sven must of heard that I was done, because I'd stopped struggling, so he came back in and laughed. 'What is wrong with you? You don't wear it like that. Come here.'

I walked over to him and he made a few changes to the way I was wearing the weird things. As soon as he was finished I was bouncing up and down with excitment.

'Are we really going to see real live Vikings? Are we? I'm so happy! I've never seen real Vikings before!' I chattered on like this for a while untill Sven covered his ears with his beefy hands, and cried; 'Look! You are driving me insane, STOP TALKING FOR FIVE MINUTES PLEASE!' I stopped yaking and felt hurt. 'We are going to leave this cabin and enter into a big house where all of the other Viking's are, now you have to stick to me 'cause some of these men...Well, you'll see, follow me.' I scurried along side him out into the most magnificent fjord I could've ever dreamed of. The Winter air stung my face as we quickly marched over to a huge, red and gold palace/hut. I'd been timing five minutes, and soon they were up so I started to chatter again. Sven let me get away with it intill we were close to the Big House. There he stopped me. 'George, promise me that you won't say another word unless spoken to, untill we reach your room? Promise?' I nodded vigouriously and muttered my consent.

Sven stood up properly and stomped up the steps into the big building.

I swiftly followed him excited and a little scared. As I entered into the building, I wondered for the last time why I felt like I was 7 again. I quickly shrugged off the feeling and followed Sven through the massive exquisite doors.

Author's Note

Please tell me if this is lame, or if it's okay. Ignore spelling and grammar, please!