#basic norwegian word lists

[circusgoth-dotcom]

Herr Krampus

Ship: Hans Gruber x Corey Amonette [One-off Parenthood AU]

Word Count: 1032

Summary: Oh hey look at that, I actually wrote something I previously mentioned I was going to write. Anyway here's some domestic sweetness about Hans telling our hypothetical kids about Krampus lmao. CWs for brief references to violence, brief food mentions, mentions of child endangerment. (For those who don't know: The folklore of Krampus is that he is basically the anti-Santa Claus. He punishes naughty children by beating them with birch branches, stuffing them in a sack, and in some stories, eating them alive.)

Tag List: @canongf

A cabin in the Norwegian mountains. His family together. No chaos, no cops, no bullets, no blood. Corey couldn’t be happier. Part of him knew, no matter how many years it had been since Ehren (seven) and Meika (almost four) had come into their lives, Hans still wasn’t quite used to the taste of domesticity.

Not that he’d trade this luxury for a holiday heist, mind you, but it still didn’t come quite as naturally as his finger on a trigger. Corey could hear him entertaining them in the other room as it slid a pan of sugar cookies from a state-of-the-art oven. It set the festive silhouettes of trees, bells, and angels aside to cool. Later, he would frost a majority of them so they looked pretty, but a few would be set aside for the children.

Corey moved to the sitting room. Hans was sat in a large leather chair by the roaring fireplace, Meika on his knee and Ehren sitting on the floor close by. He was showing the little girl a magic trick involving a disappearing coin, to which she reacted with delighted gasps and giggling, struggling to form the words to ask him how it worked. Golden whisps from the fire were bright in her long, strawberry hair; genes from Corey’s ancestors.

“Do you think we’ll see Santa Claus this year, dad?” Ehren asked. Corey thought he looked so much like Hans already. Hans thought he looked more like them. Hans hummed in response.

“I suggest you don’t stay up looking for him. You may not like what you see.” There was a mischievous glint in Hans’ eyes that made Corey raise his brows as he approached.

“What on Earth could you possibly be talking about? It’s just Jolly Ol’ Saint Nick, isn’t it?”

Meika quickly turned and reached toward her other father, who gladly hoisted her into his arms.

“Oh, I suppose. But you know it’s not too late to catch the attention of a certain someone else.”

Corey scoffed. They had an idea of who their partner was talking about. “Come on, Hans. There are little ears present! And might I say they’ve been very, very good this year.”

“What’s dad talking about?” Ehren asked, his expression one of naïve curiosity. Hans chuckled and opened his mouth, but Corey gave him a stern look. Christmas is only a few days away, do you really think this is a time to be scaring our children with folklore?

“Mein Liebling, you’re always saying how the children should partake in culture…” He gave his partner an innocent look that hardly suited his devilish demeanour.

“Yes, Hans, but—”

“Please please please please please—” Ehren had risen from the floor and began to beg without knowing half of what he was getting himself into.

“Tell us!” Meika insisted in a tiny voice. Corey sighed.

“Meika, no… Ehren, are you sure you want to hear what your father has to say? We could just leave it and do something else… maybe there’s a nice Christmas movie on.”

But the boy was determined to hear this “forbidden knowledge.”

“Sit back down,” Hans instructed before looking to Corey once more. “Corey, I knew of this at Meika’s age, I’m sure she can handle it. She’s our daughter, after all.”

It was three against one. “Oh, alright, I give in,” he then moved to whisper in Hans’ ear, “aber wenn sie Albträume hat, musst du damit klarkommen.”

Hans nodded, seeming completely confident that the story he was about to tell would be perfectly fine for a seven and almost-four-year-old. Corey sat on the sofa with Meika in his lap as Hans cleared his throat.

“Children, it is time you’ve come to learn of the anti-Father Christmas… the fearsome Krampus.”

Oh boy, here we go…

“Krampus?” Ehren egged.

“Ja, Krampus. A towering figure with the hooves and horns of a goat, Krampus arrives side-by-side with your beloved Santa Claus on the fifth night of December. However, I’ve heard tales that this means nothing… do you wish to know why Krampus is so feared?” He had the children wrapped around his finger. They leaned closer in anticipation of his answer. “You may have heard that Santa dispenses coal to the misbehaving children of the world, and perhaps that is true. But Krampus is much, much worse, for once he tracks down an insolent—”

“Insolent?” Ehren interrupted. Hans became, although briefly, pink. Corey mentally deemed it insufferably cute.

“Frech, naughty. Once Krampus catches a naughty child, he beats them with birch rods for their misdeeds and stuffs them in a sack,” he half-lunged toward his son, startling him. “Herr Krampus takes them far, far away to his dark, dank cave, where he—”

Corey cleared his throat and Hans looked up. He saw his daughter’s frightened face looking back at him. “Well. All that really just to say, you must be on your best behaviour, lest you want to meet his unsightly gaze at your next Christmas dinner.” He nodded curtly and sat back in his chair.

“But what does he do when he takes the children to the cave?” Ehren prompted impatiently, both awestruck and horrified.

“Ehren, I think that’s enough of your father’s stories for now,” Corey responded firmly as he rubbed Meika’s back soothingly. “If you really want him to go on, ask him after Meika’s been put to bed, okay?”

He frowned but ultimately complied. “Shall we go check if the cookies are ready to frost?” Corey continued. Meika agreed in a trembling voice, and the three moved to the kitchen, leaving Hans to ponder if he’d done the right thing.

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

Later that night, as the parents prepared for bed, Corey couldn’t help but ask, “So, does Herr Krampus punish and eat naughty adults as well?”

There was a pause. “Are you asking for my or your sake, Vögelchen?”

They laughed half-heartedly. “Mm, I suppose we’re both in trouble if he does.” They moved to kiss him, and for twelve short seconds they were wrapped up in each other’s bliss… then, they heard the crying. Corey opened their bedroom door, motioning for Hans to exit. “After you, Falke.”

[noactofcharitygoesunresented]

Fairy names in different languages part 1: movie fairies

(Disclaimer: I’m not fluent in all of these languages (not even proficient in some), so a native speaker may be able to correct my translations. Also I did find the voice cast lists in Chinese, Japanese and Korean but sadly because I have pretty much zero experience with the characters I don’t feel confident enough to put that up here. Feel free to add on any language you’re missing/correct me on the ones you speak!)

I got this information from reading/watching/playing the books, movies, video games, magazines, colouring books etc. in different languages. For some languages I have more resources than others, which is why some languages may be featured more prominently here.

Brazilian Portuguese, English, Latin American Spanish, Turkish: Tinker Bell (I know in the movie logo her name is stylised as TinkerBell, which I personally prefer. But the official spelling from the books and J.M. Barrie is with a space in between, so I’ll keep that here.)

Czech: Zvonilka

Danish: Klokkeblomst

Dutch: Rinkelbel, Tinkelbel or Tinkerbel. Both mean something like jingly bell, so it’s not too far from the English name. In the Peter Pan-era Tink was called Rinkelbel, which was later changed to Tinkelbel when Disney Fairies became a thing and even later to Tinkerbel, likely to minimise the difference between her Dutch name and the original English one.

Finnish: Helinä-keiju

French: Clochette. Translates to little bell (cloche = bell; the suffix -ette makes it little).

German: Tinkerbell. Note the lack of space and capitalisation of the Bell.

Italian: Trilli

Hungarian: Csingeling

Norwegian, Swedish: Tingeling

Portuguese: Sininho

Romanian: Clopoțica

Slovakian: Cililing

Spanish: Campanilla

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Brazilian Portuguese, English, Finnish, Portuguese, Latin American Spanish, Turkish: Fawn

Czech, Romanian: Fauna

Danish, Slovakian: Faunia

Dutch: Fauntje or sometimes Faun. Could be derived from either faun or fauna, both words meaning the same in Dutch as in English -- so the latter seems the most logical option. The suffix -tje means little (rather like -ette in French), and is not uncommon in names, especially in the North.

German: Emily, a name originally derived from the Latin Aemilius, meaning rival.

French: Noa, a name originally derived from the Hebrew נֹעָה (Noah), meaning motion.

Hungarian: Gida

Italian: Daina

Norwegian: Fie

Polish: Jelonka

Swedish: Vinka

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Brazilian Portuguese, English, Latin American Spanish, Turkish: Silvermist

Czech: Mlženka

Danish: Silvia

Dutch: Zilverdauw, meaning Silver dew. I don’t really know why she couldn’t just have been named Zilvermist, as the word mist has basically the same meaning in Dutch as it has in English, but well. At least it’s close and makes sense.

German: Silberhauch, meaning something like Silver breath or Silver breeze. Still logical. At least here I understand why they couldn’t name her Silbermist: in German the word mist roughly translates to shit.

Finnish: Silver

French: Ondine, meaning wave.

Hungarian: Ezüstcsepp

Italian: Argentea

Norwegian: Sølvdugg

Polish: Mgielła

Portuguese: Neblina de Prata

Slovakian: Strieborná hmla

Swedish: Silverdagg

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Brazilian Portuguese, Danish, Dutch, English, German, Finnish, Italian, Latin American Spanish, Norwegian, Romanian, Slovakian, Swedish, Turkish: Rosetta

Czech: Rozeta

French: Rosélia, a name which is derived from the Latin rosa (rose), just like her original name.

Hungarian: Rozetta

Polish: Różyckzka

Portuguese: Roseta

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Brazilian Portuguese, Danish, Dutch, English, Finnish, French, Italian, Norwegian, Portuguese, Romanian, Slovakian, Latin American Spanish, Swedish, Turkish: Iridessa

Czech: Iris

German: Klara, a name derived from the Latin name Clarus, meaning bright.

Hungarian: Szivárványlány

Polish: Iskierka

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Brazilian Portuguese, Czech, Danish, Dutch, English, French, German, Finnish, Italian, Latin American Spanish, Norwegian, Romanian, Slovakian, Swedish, Turkish: Vidia

Hungarian, Portuguese: Vídia

Polish: Widia. The standard 32-letter Polish alphabet does not have the V.

[nordic-language-love]

Hello! I hope you’re doing well! I was wondering if you could give me some advice when it comes to furthering my language learning. I’ve been learning Norwegian on Duolingo for almost 5 years now but I feel like I’ve barely made any progress into actually learning the language. I’ve seen you mention that Duolingo isn’t the best way to learn a language, just on its own. What more can I be doing to actually learn Norwegian? I appreciate any insight you might be able to give. Thank you!

Hi there!

I actually think Norwegian Duo's not that bad, especially compared to other courses. It got me to A2 level without my really using any other resources! But of course, A2 is still only the top of beginner level, and from thereon out it's pretty ineffective on its own (although I still used it even at B2 level as a way to refresh vocab I'd forgotten or just do a little practice every day when I didn't have the time or energy to do anything else).

There are a lot of different ways you can study Norwegian. Here are some things I did (it's an essay lmao I'm so sorry):

1) Listen to Norwegian radio. You'll probably think I'm mad when you first try it because you'll probably understand very little other than the odd word here and there, but I promise it gets easier and you'll get used to the rhythm of the language in a way Duolingo doesn't prepare you for. Try to shadow the speakers (repeat what they say just after they say it. You don't have to know the words they're actually saying; just approximate the phonemes and the melody and the stress patterns. I promise you your pronunciation is gonna get SO good)

2) Take to Youtube. Check my resources list here for some links to channels that teach Norwegian.

3) Norwegian podcasts! I made a list of some beginner/intermediate-friendly ones (check the link in point 2). The plus with podcasts is you can slow the speed down to half-speed too. Again, don't be discouraged if it's difficult at first; just focus on the rhythm and stress of the language

4) Norwegian TV. You're gonna struggle at first but you need to struggle to improve, so don't be discouraged even if several months pass without you feeling like there's any improvement. Intermediate level sucks I'm afraid. Some shows I like that don't require a VPN (as of the time I'm posting this) are Fra bølle til bestevenn (it's got dogs in it), Hva feiler det deg (game show where normal people with internet compete against doctors to guess a patient's diagnosis), 113 (documentary following paramedics in Trondheim - try not to cry at the dialects), Klassequizen (quiz show with 10th graders, pretty A2/B1-friendly), Side Om Side (popular sitcom, sometimes the second-hand embarrassment kills me but mostly it's pretty funny) and Superkrim (did you know that crime stories around Easter time are a Thing in Norway? They make a new season of this one every year but it's accessible year-round, and the language is a lot simpler than a lot of shows, and it's pretty fun and a bit silly)

Note: subtitles are in Norwegian only, and half the time they match the nuance but not the actual words being said. I recommend trying to listen without them first, then listen with them, then listen without them again and see if you can catch a few more words.

5) Textbooks, if that's your jam. I recommend The Mystery Of Nils (you can jump straight to book 2: Mysteriet om Nils if you think you're ready. It's a bit of a jump but no point wasting money/time on something that you won't enjoy) and Norwegian Tutor (from the Teach Yourself series. The first few chapters will seem pretty basic but it's great at explaining nuances and prepositions in later chapters).

6) Read things in Norwegian. You can get short stories for beginner/intermediate level online, as well as read news articles (even if you can't read the whole article, just try the first paragraph). When I was about A2 level I would print things out and go through them just translating them, highlighting new words, words I'd encountered before but couldn't remember, words I could work out from context, particular grammar patterns and words I couldn't figure out and needed the help of a native speaker to work out.

7) Follow Norwegian accounts on social media. Here's a list I made earlier.

8) If you have some extra cash, investing in an italki tutor can be helpful. I've had lessons with a number of tutors so feel free to send me a message if you want help deciding which one to go with.

9) Keep a journal in Norwegian. Look up words you don't know and write them in a different colour. Maybe try to use words you learned that day and write them in a different colour too (even if by using them you're literally just writing "jeg lærte ordet «______» i dag. Det betyr ______")

10) You can also try creative writing. I started out by writing fiction largely in English but with Norwegian dialogue. I then moved on to writing short articles and then essays, then short stories and fan fiction.

11) You can try apps like HiNative and HelloTalk to find native speakers for language exchange. If you only know English though it might be difficult to find people because Norwegians typically speak really good English and aren't looking to learn/practice.

12) Listen to Norwegian music. Get on spotify and search "norsk (music genre of your choice)" and find some songs you like. Listen to them and pay attention to the lyrics. Then find the lyrics online and listen with the lyrics. Then try to translate the lyrics on your own. Finally, look up someone else's translation and see how close they are. Then try to learn the song and visualise meaning it with your whole heart as you sing along.

13) Practise speaking to yourself. It feels super awkward when you first start, but I always manage to get into the flow pretty quickly. You can have GT in front of you so you can look up things if you need to, or you can just write down words you don't know/couldn't think of as you go along, then look them up once you're done (I prefer this method; having GT in front of you encourages your brain to be lazy and not try to actively recall the information you need). Not sure what to write? Try my Speaking In 20 Challenge prompts.

14) Flashcards. I put this one last because really flashcards are only useful as a supplement to learning through other methods. They help to keep vocab fresh in your mind until you see it in context again (and it's the seeing words in context that's gonna cement the meaning in your brain. I've never heard anyone say "oh, I know that word because it was in my flashcard deck that I reviewed every night before bed", but I hear people say things like "oh, I know that obscure word because I watched cooking shows in my TL and the host said it aaaall the time" or "it's in a line from one of my favourite songs" a LOT).

Okay, that's it, essay over 😅 Hope I gave you some ideas! Best of luck with your Norwegian-learning journey!

[studyscrasic]

Langblr Reactivation Challenge 2.4

Record yourself reading an article, short story, or passage (basically anything written in your target language). Listen to it and see if you can point out any areas you can improve with your speaking and any areas that you’re doing well. You can post your recording if you wish.

I read this article in Norwegian, which was very fun because I didn't know the Norwegian word for butterfly is "sommerfugl" (literally, "summer birds!")

I think my pronunciation is decent, but I definitely need to work on not getting tripped up by numbers and long words. I also want to work on having a more natural speaking rhythm when I read aloud.

It wasn't a part of the challenge, but I also made a vocabulary list of words I didn't know or remember from the article, since there were definitely some unfamiliar ones:

art (n, m/f) - character, nature, kind, species stadig (adv) - constantly, steadily synlig (adj) - visible bevis (n, neu) - evidence, proof å styre (v) - to guide, to control, to govern å blafre (v) - to flutter å kartlegge (v) - to map, to identify, to survey langvarig (adj) - prolonged forekomst (n, masc) - an occurrence prikk (n, masc) - dot, spot, polka dot iøynefallende (adj) - eye-catching, conspicuous, striking skadedyr (n, neu) - pest, vermin å fungere (v) - to function å forutsi (v) - to forecast, to predict, to prophesy

[gaypleasantview]

✓❀☮✌

thanks!!

✓ : funniest word in your language

i think one is бараболя (bahrahbólya) which is one of the words that mean potato, we have at least like 10 different ways to say potato across the country (and according to wikipedia there are sooooo many different versions). im not from one of the regions that typically use this word but i think its fun :) and i love potatoes

❀ : which language(s) would you like to speak fluently?

german, im begging. bc i live in germany and its pure hell not to speak it well 😭 i would also love to learn spanish, korean, dutch, and/or norwegian at least a bit more because i know some of the most basic things about these languages but like not even nearly enough for it to mean something. and not to speak of the other languages that im interested in but know nothing about!! its so exciting to me i love languages (but rn german is more than enough stress for me tbh)

☮ : translate the first lines of your favourite song in your language

this question and the next one on the list confused me a bit bc i don't know what the difference is supposed to be, like should i translate eng -> ukr or the other way? i figured the second option would be a bit more interesting so here goes: one of the songs i really like is "Де ти є" by The Hardkiss, the first verse goes something like "i left my pass to you at home, now i'm unknown with only the sky left that you and i wanted to get drunk with. i'm gonna remain myself whatever it takes, i will forget the route where you and i used to get lost and share kisses" idkkk this entire song has so many interesting choices from both lyrical and phonetic standpoint, when i first heard it i was amazed 🥹

✌ : favourite proverb/saying from your language

i still dont know about these bc i dont use them but i tried to think of just like any phrases at all and the first one that came to mind is дати драпака (dáty drahpahká) which basically means to run away in a non-serious way (usually negative) and its so funny to me idk 😭

[hortusdea]

"Flowers grow back, even after they are stepped on. So have I and I'll keep doing so until I find my path. One day flowers will get to grow in peace again."

◇ Threads ◇─◇ About ◇─◇ Connections ◇ ◇ Headcanon ◇─◇ Mirror ◇─◇ Musings ◇

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Gwyneth Diane Wilkes

ALIAS/NICKNAME: Gwen, G, Diane (her mother), Ducky, Wilkes

AGE: Twenty One

BIRTH DATE: April 13th, 1958

BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood

AFFILIATION: Neutral

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis-Female. She/her

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Hogwarts, Gryffindor Dormitory

OTHER: Borgin Estate

OCCUPATION: Student at Hogwarts, Majoring in Herbology

PETS: Beatrice (scottish fold cat)

WAND: Cherry wood, Unicorn hair core, 12 ¼, quite flexible

PATRONUS: Unicorn

BOGGART: Her loved ones as ghosts, lost and without hope

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Alcaria Borgin nee. Greengrass & Hamlet Borgin

SIBLINGS: Laurent Borgin (twin).

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.

OTHER FAMILY: None known to her.

CHILDREN: None.

EDUCTATION:

SCHOOL: Hogwarts

HOUSE: Gryffindor

YEAR: Tenth

MAJOR: Herbology

EXTRA CLASSES: Potions, Charms, Care of Magical Creatures formerly, Defense against the Dark Arts

EXTRACURRICULAR: Gryffindor Quidditch team as seeker, President and Member of the Herbology Club, Astronomy Club, Ancient Runes, Potions Club

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, French, Norwegian, Latin, BSL

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOR: Hazel

HAIR COLOR: Brunette

HEIGHT: 5′5

SCARS: None.

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: High. Adaptive. Chaotic.

SKILLS: Wandless magic (basic, practicing), Herbology Knowledge (advanced), Flying (decent), Dueling (practicing, decent), Potions (decent), Ballroom dancing (skilled), Languages (skilled)

POSITIVE TRAITS: Loyal, Kind, Patient, Brave

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Naive, Too trusting, Stubborn, Controlled by emotions

MBTI: ENFP

Before Hogwarts

✦ Rumor says that on the day the twins were born, half the garden was covered in sunshine while the other was doused by a downpour of spring rain. ✦ Growing up as a pureblood, not part yet around the sacred 28 meant going through the very same lessons they all had to go through; studying languages, dance lessons, etiquette classes and other things even though Penelope always preferred running around the garden to look at the flowers. ✦ Much of her childhood was spent attending pureblood parties with the other children and her brother, never quite understanding the fuss and at times feeling rather odd. She liked some of them, considered them her friends but the world outside their world was too vast for her to consider entirely impure. ✦ Her magic first showed around age nine when she got stuck under her covers after refusing to get up one morning. Somehow she'd stuck the blanket to the bed below. ✦ It was shortly after that, that she ventured beyond the gates of estate to find herself in a small muggle village. Nothing of their culture made sense to her and once she was found by her parents, she was scolded for hours. Penelope never went back but it left her wondering further about how different muggles were from them. There was no knowledge, just a curiosity driven question no one would answer. ✦ In order to please her parents she focused only on her studies until the letter from Hogwarts arrived.

During Hogwarts

✦ Penelope was absolute static and excited beyond words to receive the letter, wondering just where she would belong. To her parents there was only one option and it was Slytherin ✦ The girl was beyond happy to see her twin being sorted, pleasantly surprised to see him being sent toward the Ravenclaw table. One could only describe her face as shining with pride, always having known that Laurent was beyond clever. Perhaps too clever for his own good. ✦ When her turn came the hat pondered, seeing much of a Hufflepuff in her but also very much seeing potential for a Gryffindor. It confused her more than anything ever had. Those houses were definitely not on her parents list of acceptable houses. In an effort to pick the one she felt more drawn toward, but very much hoped would not cause as much trouble, Penelope deciced that Gryffindor would be her new home. ✦ What followed a few days later was the first and only Howler the girl had ever received, followed by her apologizing but claiming that she would show them they could be as proud of her achievements in Gryffindor as any other house. And she lived up to it for the most part, joining the quidditch team and eventually becoming the president of the Herbology club while keeping up with her studies. ✦ It was in those early days that she encountered resistance from some of the other purebloods that found the whole Gryffindor ordeal more than pathetic and made no secret out of it, teasing her, pushing her about and generally making things rather tough for the girl. During those days she made a friend and from then on it all became just so much easier, nicer, finally having someone that helped fight her demons. ✦ When time to pick a major came about, it was no surprise that Penelope decided to opt for Herbology ✦ After the events with her twin, her parents have taken a much more urgent, bigger interest in finding someone to match her with. Since they are now forced to put Penelope into the position of heiress but would prefer to have an heir, they are hoping a good match will set up with said heir. ✦ Ever since her brother's curse, she's found herself struggling with the idea of no longer having her twin with her but she keeps going because there really isn't another way. The very same time she's trying hard to keep up with studies in order to take over the business eventually. All the things Laurent was prepared for all their lives, she now has to catch up on in the shortest of time.

Future Plans

Originally, Penelope was hoping to help out at Dogweed and Deathcap, having spent some time during the summer break over the last few years helping out at the shop. Eventually, so she thought, she'd be able to have her own perhaps even take over from the previous owner. After the events of Laurent's accident, the curse that now rests upon him she's had to step up and take the place meant for her brother. One day Borgin & Burkes will be something she'll inherit and honestly, Penelope isn't quite sure whether or not she's ready for it.

Headcanons (more here)

✦ While sharing a dorm with the other Gryffindors, Penelope has still managed to decorate her part of the dorm with as many plants as possible. If there isn't a plant, there is likely something quidditch related or a bunch of books about herbology mixed in with beloved Gryffindor scarf. ✦ Penelope hates having to wake up early and the only thing that will motivate her to do so are her plants. Or quidditch. ✦ Amos was someone she's admired since the very first moment she met him and that's never changed. While she's developed feelings over the years, that's not something she's ever considered letting get in the way of her friendship. To her Amos is her absolute very best friend. ✦ If Penelope was able to, she'd love to live in a little cottage on the outskirt of Hogsmeade. Something nice and cozy without much fuss about it. ✦ Very few people know that the hat considered her for Hufflepuff as it's not something she makes known to others, especially after the reaction she got in her first two years. Despite that she's certainly gotten more fiery, brave. With time she's truly grown and become more confident than she's ever thought she could be, very outgoing.

[norwegiatlas]

basic norwegian vocab lists: the head & face

hode (n) - head

(hode)skalle (m) - (head) skull

hår (n) - hair

fjes (n) - face

ansikt (n) - face

panne (m/f) - forehead

øye (n) - eye

øyebryn/øyenbryn (n) - eyebrow

øyelokk/øyenlokk (n) - eyelid

øyevipp/øyenvipp/øyevippe/øyenvippe (m) - eyelash

regnbuehinne (m/f) - iris

iris (m) - iris

pupill (m) - pupil

øre (n) - ear

øreflipp (m) - earlobe

ørevoks (m) - earwax

nese (m/f) - nose

neserygg (m) - nasal bridge

nesetipp (m) - nose tip

nesebor (n) - nostril

snørr (n) - snot

busemann (m) - booger

munn (m) - mouth

leppe (m/f) - lip

tann (m/f) - tooth

tannkjøtt (n) - gum (in mouth)

tunge (m/f) - tongue

kinn (n) - cheek

hake (m/f) - chin

kjeve (m) - jaw

bart (m) - mustache

skjegg (n) - beard

kvise/kveise (m/f) - pimple

[airenyah]

HYE WHAT ON EARTH?? HOW MANY LANGUAGES??? DO YOU KNOW??????? IM SO ENVIOUS!!! but GOOD FOR YOU, IM VV HAPPY FOR YOU. BUT WTF

ahahahahahahhahaha thanks anon! :D

tell you what, i actually only feel 100% comfortable speaking in only two (2) out of all them, the two being my native language as well as english, obviously

all in all i would probably say that i know 4 languages in total because with italian, while i can’t have any deep discussions (yet), i do know it on a casual everyday basis and can easily get around in italy without any major problems. 

and being fluent in german and english makes learning and understanding norwegian very easy, my only problem with it is that i haven’t really had the chance to practice talking so far... (i think i’d get the hang of it quickly if i’ll get the chance to do so some day, which is why i’m counting with the ones i know)

korean and thai may be on that list but make no mistake - i definitely don’t know them (yet). whenever i hear any of those two languages i may be able to catch a few random words and phrases but it’s definitely not enough to make any sense of what is being said. with these two languages i mainly learned how to read them and took a look at basic grammar such as sentence structure, forming questions or negative sentences,and maybe one or the other tense... (which really doesn’t help when you don’t understand any of the words that are being used 😅)

whoops, this got longer than planned haha

[bogkeep]

QUEST OBJECTIVE obtain 1 (one) bottle of White Wine for Cooking Purposes

ADVENTURE LOG i don't know if it's all of scandinavia or just norway + sweden, but there are very specific laws around the sale of alcohol here. you can get a regular beer at a grocery store (but only until 18:00), but anything with an alcohol level above 4,5% can only be purchased in The Special Liquor Store (the norwegian chain is literally named 'the wine monopoly'). it is infamous for it's bank-like opening times and the rush before weekends/holidays when it closes. as someone with basically zero interest in consuming alcohol i don't mind this, it makes it so easy and convenient for me to not care about this at all, with Two Situational Exceptions: 1) what if i want to give an adult in my life a Gift Wine 2) what if i want to peruse a wine for Cooking and that is when i am thrust into the vast and confusing world of the Liquor Store, a forty minute walk away. my first thought as i enter is that i Do Not Belong Here, this is not my world. i can feel sweat roll down the back of my neck as i try to navigate the labyrinthine aisles, hoping to find a nice sign that says COOKING WINES. however, i do not. the best i can do is frantically google "WHAT ARE DRY WINES FOR COOKING" as i seek refuge between rows upon rows of white wines. i should understand this, i think, remembering all the weekend dinners with my parents who have an academic interest in wines and would comment upon and review every bottle from their cellar, remembering my swiss relatives who run a wine farm. unfortunately, i do not understand this. it's all just bottles to me. google lists some words to look for, such as sauvignon blanc, but there are So Many sauvignon blanc... in addition to the overwhelming pool of knowledge i am not privy to, i am also intimately aware of how suspicious i might seem, kneeling at the floor of the liquor store. i know that despite getting close to 30 years old, i will definitely have to show my ID to prove it, because i have the height and the look of a teen. i'm not even going to drink the wine, i think, but it doesn't matter. people are in this store for one thing and one thing only: liquor. i am here to purchase liquor. and i don't even know which. i am lost. RESULT i purchased the most affordable bottle i could find that had pretty pictures of fish on the label

[loveletter2you]

Hello! So, I want to start learning a language, but I'm generally clueless in terms of studying (I've never studied a language before ahh). I hear it's good to study in a journal, but I'm not sure how that will work and what I'd write down/how I'd plan it. Do you know of any in detail step by step guides?

hi!! im gonna put this under a cut bc it will probs be long :)

language self-study is one of those things that's easier and more effective when you get used to it and know what works for you, there's so many different methods and you're gonna have to try several of them out to see what works for you!!! here is a really nice video by lýdia machová where she discusses some study methods by successful polyglots for some #inspo

i do think a language journal is a very good idea!! it can track your progress & also writing stuff down helps you memorize it & you can review the material later! the thing is, there's not like one way you're supposed to do a language journal, it's very much dependent on your preferences, and also tbh it's going to look different for any language you do (e.g., if you're learning a language with a different writing system vs. with a writing system you already knew; also it's going to depend on level e.g. if you're starting from the basics or not)

i really recommend searching up youtube videos where people talk about their language journals! some people like to do habit trackers where they have a page at the beginning of the journal tracking what days they studied, personally i don't do that... i usually write down lessons (e.g. vocab lists, grammar rules) like stuff that i could refer back to later in order to study (alternately: if im trying to practice handwriting of another writing system i won't do it in my language journal bc i don't want to look back on that, i'll use like a loose sheet of paper) bc i want to be able to use my journal mostly as a reference rather than to practice (whereas some people like to write journal entries etc., personally i do that digitally when i want to do that bc i don't really need to look back and remember me being like the weather was good today. or whatever) also some people like to make their journals pretty whereas some don't care (tbh i am also one of those people who want their journal entries to look pretty HOWEVER they should be more functional than anything else like im not trying to make a pinterest bullet journal spread but i do like when it looks neat)

ALSO i typically take lessons from textbooks (tbh textbooks are really thoroughly planned so you don't have to worry about what order you're supposed to learn stuff in, though also sometimes i'll want to look up something specific so i'll just google like "german pronoun cases" or whatever if i want to learn that rather than following the textbook religiously), like i don't write everything from the textbook verbatim but like the main takeaways & examples, also another thing i do is i'll read something (this is more for elementary/intermediate level) and write down all the words i don't know & look up the translation and then sometimes write down the context they occurred in (like so: example from my norwegian notebook (which tbh i mostly use for vocab lists bc im pretty solid on grammar at this point) (like i said entries are going to vary depending on level))

(also let's ignore how i just said i prefer my entries to be neat but this looks like shit lmao) if it's not clear: i put the norwegian term first, then the english translation, then the context from the reading w/ the new term underlined - so that would be an example of a vocab entry

but then for new vocab i find that writing them down is not enough to remember them forever obviously, so making flashcards is good (like with anki or quizlet, or else physical flashcards if that's what you prefer) like i think generally at least for me language notebooks are so helpful but not the only thing you need to do, like you also need to review a lot and practice writing and speaking and reading and listening so you're going to need to have several methods but i usually do this to keep track of lessons bc otherwise i can just read a few pages of textbook and be like ok. and not do anything about it, so i like taking notes

i think the main thing: get inspiration from a variety of sources (language learning youtube is wonderful, there's also blogs and instagram accounts that talk about all this) and try out stuff until you find what works for you!!! my methods might not be helpful for you and you might do totally different stuff bc the main thing is to do what feels most effective for you. it can be hard when you're just starting out bc you're like idk what to do!! which is why it's great to hear from a variety of people what their methods are!!! also tbh the more self study i do & especially with a variety of different languages, i am always figuring out new stuff & new methods so like even tho im used to it, my methods change still. so like nothing is always the same & also my approaches change based on the language!

i hope this was helpful at all!! <3

[krixwell]

This is going to be a bit long-winded, but hopefully it'll be enlightening for anyone interested in Norwegian.

So I've been thinking about Norwegian sentence structure, and I've come to the conclusion that Norwegian is actually much better described as a kind of VSO language than as an SVO language or even a V2 language. Except there's a twist to it that is responsible for 90% of the confusion new learners have about the order of words in Norwegian.

Let's start on the confusing end.

== THE BLATANT LIES OF SVO ==

Many sources will list Norwegian as an SVO language, which is to say that the core elements of a sentence come in the order subject (who does), verb (what is done), object (who is it done to).

This is true for most basic sentences, but it breaks down very quickly the moment you add something as simple as an adverbial phrase (something about the manner, time, reason, etc).

Example 1:

EN: I eat breakfast in the morning.

NO: Jeg spiser frokost om morgenen.

Breakdown: Subject, verb, object, time adverbial.

This seems reasonable enough. That's a basic SVO sentence with an adverbial phrase at the end, SVO(A). But sometimes you want to put the adverbial phrase at the beginning of the sentence. Look what happens:

Example 2:

EN: In the morning, I eat breakfast.

NO: Om morgenen spiser jeg frokost.

Breakdown: Time adverbial, verb, subject, object.

The subject and verb switched places with each other, just because something was added before them. This (A)VSO sentence makes very little sense as SVO and looks like a strange exception, but this happens any time you put something at the beginning of the sentence besides the subject.

To make matters worse, this is still a correct sentence:

Example 3:

EN literal: Breakfast eat I in the morning.

NO: Frokost spiser jeg om morgenen.

Breakdown: Object, verb, subject, time adverbial.

What?? This is OVS(A), the exact opposite of SVO. The fact I'm using "jeg" and not "meg" still makes it unambiguous that I'm the one eating the breakfast rather than the other way around, but you can do this with plain nouns, which don't mark whether they're subject or object, too.

Example 4:

EN literal: The cat feeds my sister.

NO: Katten mater søsteren min.

Breakdown: Object, verb, subject.

The only things marking whether this is SVO or OVS are context, common sense and sometimes intonation. Both readings are grammatically correct, though the sister is probably feeding the cat.

== THE LINGUISTIC SHRUG ==

Because of all of these apparent "exceptions", more advanced sources will tell you Norwegian is a "V2 language". This is a fancy way of saying the verb goes second, no matter how everything else around it is arranged. (A)VSO? The verb is second after the adverbial. SVO, OVS? The verb is second so it doesn't matter.

That still has a couple significant flaws, though. For one thing, V2 is essentially throwing your hands up and saying "I don't know how this works, so here's the one thing that seems consistent." It doesn't explain how anything else in the sentence works, such as why (A)VSO is allowed but not (A)VOS.

And for another, there are plenty of times where the verb does not come second. A particularly frequent example is yes/no questions, where the word order (and tone) is the main thing setting it apart from a basic statement.

Example 5:

EN: Does your sister feed the cat?

EN literal: Feeds your sister the cat?

NO: Mater søsteren din katten?

Breakdown: Verb, subject, object.

Orders are also given with the verb first:

Example 6:

EN: Feed the cat!

NO: Mat katten!

Breakdown: Verb, object.

Subclauses tend to be SVO, but the specific type called relative clauses can be SV or VO. Admittedly the logic behind this one is tangential to my overall point in this post, but it does put the verb in a non-second position within the subclause:

Example 7:

EN: My sister, who feeds the cat, eats breakfast.

NO: Søsteren min, som mater katten, spiser frokost.

Breakdown: Main subject, relative clause marker, subclause verb, subclause object, main verb, main object.

(interpreting "som" as a stand-in for the subject of this kind of relative clause causes more trouble than it's worth)

The third flaw of V2 is it doesn't explain WHY we sometimes flip our sentences into forms like OVS.

== SO WHAT THEN? ==

So I've established that SVO is no good beyond basic sentences, and V2 is better but flawed. It's time I propose what I think is a better solution.

I think Norwegian sentence structure is best analyzed as "TVSO".

The T stands for "topic" and is essentially the main focus of the sentence. It can be the subject, the object, an adverbial phrase, or even the verb. This element is moved to the beginning of the sentence to mark it as the topic.

In most basic sentences, the topic is the subject. The subject moves to the beginning of the sentence and we get the familiar SVO.

Remember in example 2 how the subject moved behind the verb when we put something before it? That's because the subject stopped being the topic and jumped back to its default position. The adverbial phrase became the topic, changing the nuance of what the sentence is about:

Example 1 (SVOA) is about you and what you do (eat breakfast in the morning).

Example 2 (AVSO) is about the morning and what happens then (you eat breakfast).

Example 3 (OVSA) is about breakfast and what is done with it (you eat it in the morning).

In a similar vein, example 4 (OVS) is about the cat and what is done with it. "Katten mater søsteren min" is the kind of sentence someone might say to explain how the cat is going to be handled when they're going away on vacation.

Example 5 (VSO) is what happens when the verb takes the topic role, because the sentence is about the verb and whether it actually happens. Similarly, in example 6 (VO), the sentence is about what needs to be done, and the subject is an implicit "you".

== CONCLUSION ==

Most Norwegian people don't consciously think of this "topic" marking as a feature we have in our language, but it's 100% a thing we do constantly, and in my opinion, recognizing that the default order is VSO (but with the option to pull any element to the front to make it the topic of the sentence) rather than SVO makes Norwegian word order make a whole lot more sense.

I really hope I'm not the only one who thinks that, and that this helped you understand the quirks of the language better. Hopefully I didn't just confuse you further by overcomplicating things.

[absinthe-and-abstinence]

An Unhealthy Obsession: Chapter 9

The Shocking Conversation

TW: Electrocution, swearing

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The next few days seemed more relaxed, and it felt as though Spencer was warming up to you more. After you launched yourself on him that first day, you reeled back a little bit more – not entertaining any impulses that came your way. Even as you caught him humming to himself while pouring coffee, you kept your distance.

You weren’t sure how many books he had finished since staying here, but he was found with a different one each morning and evening. It didn’t seem to matter if they were English either – he picked up a few in German, Dutch, and French. The one thing you learned that surprised you was:

“You don’t know Spanish?”

He shrugged, putting down a copy of El Laberinto de la Soledad. “I hadn’t really needed to learn it before. I figure I know French and some Italian, so I have some basic Latin understanding.” He looked towards you and smiled. “I assumed it’s enough to get me by.”

You crossed your arms and leaned against the wall of the study, seeing which novel he might choose instead. “Spanish is the easiest language to learn.”

“Not necessarily. Norwegian is actually simpler for most English learners to pick up. Because of its Germanic root, a lot of words are similar sounding with similar meanings, and there’s only one form of each verb per tense.” He walked over to you, putting his hands into his pockets. “Swedish can be picked up with ease since it and English share so many conjugates, grammar rules, and word order.”

He now stood only a few inches from you, hovering around the doorframe. “Check.”

“Si no te quiera - serías absolutamente molesta.”

He chuckled. “I’m guessing I should pick up Spanish, then?”

“Your memory isn’t echoic, is it?”

“No – just visual.”

You laughed. “Then maybe.”

He raised an eyebrow and leaned in further, making you sweat. You weren’t sure if he knew how uncomfortable he made you, but if he did – he was doing it very well.

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Each day he seemed more comfortable in this space, and you wondered how much of it was a charade to stay afloat, or his genuine reaction. You had to remind yourself over again that he was an expert when it came to dealing with criminal masterminds and learned how to change his behavior to deal with them, and for him – at this point – you were what people might consider a criminal. Even if you hadn’t killed anyone, you had kidnapped a federal agent.

He hadn’t escaped yet, however. Or even tried to, as far as you could tell.

The collar remained around his neck and even though he passed by the front door often, he never made a move to turn the handle. As much as he told you that your behavior didn’t make sense, his behavior also confused you.

When you had originally planned on taking him home, you imagined dinner dates and many nights of tender love. Instead, you sat on the couch with him in the evenings, laughing at cartoon sponges and starfish. It had been a while since you had sat down and watched the episodes, and being with someone seeing it for the first time made you appreciate it more. Although, you couldn’t tell if you just had fun watching the show, or the quality time you were spending with him.

You had just sat down to dinner one night when Spencer decided to start the conversation.

“I think you’re at an unfair advantage here.”

Puzzled, you glanced towards him. He was resting his face on a bridge he made with his hands, staring back at you with the world’s best poker face.

“What are you talking about?”

He used one of his hands to gesture to the room.

“All of this.”

This didn’t ease your uncertainty, so he inhaled sharply and continued.

“You know…so much about me. It’s terrifying, actually, how much you know. You know about my team, the cases I’ve worked on, parts of my child, my favorite things—”

“Only some of your favorites; I don’t know them all yet,” you interrupted.

He continued, fixing the correct. “Most of my favorite things, the books I read…and yet, I’ve been thinking.” He brought his hand back under his chin and took a pause.

“I don’t know a single thing about you.”

You didn’t quite know how to react to this. It wasn’t the way you thought this conversation was leading towards, and you never really thought about it. You decided to wade a little deeper.

“I thought you were the behavioral expert – I’m sure you’ve profiled me already.”

He lowered his head and moved his hands down into his lap and licked his lips. “Yes.”

“…And?”

He paused, puzzled. “You want me to tell you your profile?”

“I think it’d be fun.”

He scoffed at that. “Fun…most unsubs don’t consider getting profiled ‘fun.’”

So. He still thought of you as an unsub. An attacker. You couldn’t quite blame him, but the words sunk into your chest. He didn’t seem to see this reaction from you and moved forward.

“Um…heh. I, uh, you’re what we call in the industry as an intimacy seeker. It’s a rarer form of stalking. Oftentimes, intimacy seekers,” he said, licking his lips once more, trying to steady his breath, “try to establish intimate relationships with their victim. They can believe the person of their obsession and them are ‘meant to be together’ and can act irrationally to make that happen.”

All you could do was listen.

“It’s usually associated with bipolar disorder, since symptoms like psychosis and mania are often co-morbidities. It can also stem from childhood neglect or isolation, so we tend to look for people who struggled socially or with making friends growing up. People who never got a real sense of being loved or admired, so their ideas of love and attachment manifest differently.

“I’ve also thought about erotomania – or the delusion feeling that someone is in love with you, often attached to being unattainable. Like being in a higher social class, being wealthier, being in an already existing relationship, or even being fictional.”

Your heart held still – your breath uneasy with apprehension.

“I’m not sure now how much I agree with the original profile.” He furrowed his brow and started fidgeting with his hands. “In most cases like these, the unsub tends to throw themselves onto the victim – usually with physical affection in some sense. They tend to care more about themselves and their experience of pleasure with the victim rather than the victim themselves. The first day here, I had a sense of that. But since then,”

He glanced over at you, the first time he had done so since explaining. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up and you had trouble keeping your hands from shaking. “You’ve not really done anything. I mean, you’ve ran your hand through my hair,” he said while mimicking the action, “or giving me a kiss or two, but nothing really passionate or sexual.” He rested his elbows on the table.

“It just doesn’t really make sense.”

You sat quietly, taking in the information he had just relayed to you. Biting the inside of your cheek, you ran your mind over the words isolation and struggling socially. That part was true, however, you didn’t want to admit that or get too deep yet. You tried to twist the conversation on a different path.

“Well, you did get a few things wrong.”

His eyes, which had stayed focused on you while you pondered, narrowed in. He rubbed his hands together, as if he was the one anxious now.

“I don’t have bipolar – I mean, of course, I do have issues,” you said, while tapping the side of your head, “just different ones in here.”

He crinkled his forehead as if that wasn’t the part of the profile he expected to dissect. You continued.

“Also: I don’t like you because you’re unattainable. It never had anything to do with class or wealth. And as we can both see; you are somewhat attainable.” You winked, and he glanced down, avoiding your gaze. He turned his head slightly, and you swore you could see the glimpse of a blush there.

“Besides, you don’t really fit the profile for a victim, either.”

That got his attention.

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” you replied, waving your hand in circles, “I thought that usually if there’s an unsub, there’s a victim. And in those cases, they usually try to call out for help, run away, escape, fight the unsub, or react in some way.”

“You,” you said, placing your elbows down on the table and leaning in, “haven’t done much escaping or reaching out for help.” You gestured to the front door. “You haven’t even tried the doorknob or seen if a window is unlocked.”

He cleared his throat and frowned.

“I, um, usually would. But I, uh, have another issue to worry about instead.” He brought down the collar of his shirt more to show the collar full of blinking electric lights that illuminated around his neck. “That, and these of course.” He brought up his hands, taking turns touching the cuffs that were attached to each one.

You asked him a question you weren’t sure you wanted to know the answer to.

“Have you tried breaking the code yet?”

He sighed, putting his hands back down. “I have, but since it’s a numerical code with a fair amount of digits, it’s taking me a while to go through them all. I started at 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 1 and I’m working my way up.” He shrugged. “It’s not the most time-efficient, but it's effective.”

You wondered what sequence he was up to now.

“By the way,” he asked, “what does happens if I try to leave here with these on?”

Shit.

“Umm…” you replied, pursing your lips.

The honest answer was that you didn’t really know at all. Was it stupid to place something around your own neck, and someone else’s, without knowing the consequences? Probably. You didn’t even know if something would happen at all. Odds on that there wouldn’t be a reaction at all. You debated back and forth between scaring them with a dramatic result of him leaving, or being honest. As much as it made you worry, you spoke again.

“I’m actually not sure. I’ve never used them on somebody before or tried them out for myself. You’re more than welcome to see what happens.”

His eyebrows raised and his eyes widened, surprised. “Really?”

You shrugged, getting this far anyway.

“What’s the worst that can happen?”

You walked over to the front door as he watched you curiously. You gestured the doorknob to him, and he got up slowly and walked over. Before opening the door, he asked:

“Are you sure?”

You gave a slight nod, and he took the doorknob in his hand and turned it. The door opened, naturally, but he still jumped a little. You let out a little laugh and he took a step outside.

“Ah, outdoors. How I’ve missed you.”

You walked over to the doorframe and leaned your body against it. “Did you?”

He looked back at you, still standing in front of the front door.

“There’s a big yard in the back. We could make it into a garden or something.”

He laughed. “I didn’t miss it that fucking much.”

His colloquialism caught you by surprise as he descended down the front stairs and towards the driveway. You never heard him swear before, and while it didn’t surprise you that he might, the action still took you off guard.

By the time you had absorbed his last statement, he had made it halfway up the driveway. He spun his body towards you and spread out his hands.

“So far so good!” he exclaimed.

He grinned as he continued to walk backward, stepping up further and further the driveway. You walked down from the front door down towards the front of the steps, wondering if he’d take the chance to run off or come back to you.

You didn’t have enough time to get very worried as a yelp of pain interrupted your thoughts. You focused back in to see Spencer had gotten past the driveway onto the main road, and you had just enough time to see him drop to the ground.

You ran as fast as you could over to him, his moans of pain striking you. He convulsed on the ground, making random rapid movements. As you got closer, you could see the veins on his neck and hands popping. He gritted his teeth but winces of pain made their way through.

You wrapped his hands underneath his back, careful to avoid his arm’s movement, and tried to hoist him up. He couldn’t stand or support himself at all, so you brought one of your hands up underneath his armpit to hoist him up more. His body shook intensely, and feeling his quivering body against yours filled you with worry and concern. You took one of his arms and placed it around his neck, holding onto his hand.

His lower body dragged a little on the driveway until he finally got enough motor function back to support himself little by little. By the time you reached the front door, he was able to walk again, albeit his body still shaking and his breathing heavy.

You brought him over to the couch, where you were able to support him as he laid down. He inhaled deeply and placed his hands over his face.

“Spencer, I am so, so sorry.”

The words weren’t enough to describe how horrible you felt and the guilt building inside of you. You had him here to take care of him and love him, and yet he had ended up in excruciating agony due to you.

The room was silent for a while as you watched his body relax and his breathing slow down. Finally, he spoke as he folded his arms around his stomach.

“You know the human body has an inherent high resistance to electric current, which means without sufficient voltage a dangerous amount of current cannot flow through the body and cause injury or death.” He turned to look at you with a painful smile.

“Whatever the current amount is on these restraints felt pretty sufficient.”

You opened your mouth to apologize again, but he shushed you, placing his index finger a few inches from your lips.

“Don’t say anything. I wanted to test it out.”

He took his eyes off you and brought back his arm. He outstretched both arms and stretched out his hands.

“I’m just not going to be leaving with these on at all.” He sighed, then remarked, “Back to the code again.”

You didn’t have any words to say to him. What could you say? What was there to say? You leaned over to place your hand on his shoulder, which promptly gave you a jolt of static electricity.

You shook your hand, and couldn’t help but laugh. “Every day you shock me.”

He sat up, smiling. “Was that a pun?”

You put your hands behind your back.

“Maybe.”

He ran his hands through his hair.

“You’re such a dork.”

“Are you positive about that?”

He turned his body to sit directly in front of you.

“You wanna know what being electrocuted feels like?” he asked.

You waited, and he leaned in closer to you. Only a few inches from your face, your heart began to beat loud and your hands started to clam up. Unaware if either of you could tell you were blushing, he grinned.

“It Hertz.”

You smiled back with a toothy grin.

“Now look who’s the dork.”

You both sat there, close to each other, unaware of what to do now. The space felt personal at first, but as the silence continued it became more awkward. You were the first to break away from contact.

“So, since you’ll be here for a while still, do you want to pick out a board game or a movie or anything?”

“That’s a very abrupt change of conversation.”

He really was such a dork.

“I’d suggest a video game, but I’m afraid you’ll fry any electronics around you right now.”

He chuckled at that.

“You can always read too, if you want.” You started to ramble. “The study is always open and if you’re running out of books I can go and pick up more. Or—"

“Actually, I’ve got a different idea,” he said, interrupting.

That got your attention.

“And what would that be?”

He patted the seat next to him on the couch, and you sat there, listening. As he continued, you scooted back a bit more, not wanting to be too close. He began to fidget with his hands, moving his head down to watch them instead of you.

“I’ve been here for a little while, and by the looks of it, I’ll be here longer still. I wanted to bring it up earlier today, but then we got into the whole ‘profile thing’ and that…detracted from there.”

You crinkled your brows as you leaned in and listened.

“I really don’t know anything about you. Maybe I’ve psycho-analyzed you to an extent,” he said with a shrug, “but even then, not all of the profile fit right either. So I’ve got a game for you.”

He turned and glanced at you. “It’s called ‘Q&A.’ I’ll ask you a question, and you answer it.”

“That’s not much of a game.”

“You asked me what I wanted to do, and I’m telling you what I wanted to do.”

“It’s not much of a name either.”

“I’m bad at naming.”

You contemplated for a minute, then answered.

“How about you ask me a question, I’ll answer, and then I get to ask you one too?”

“…Do I have to answer as well?”

You laughed. “That is the general idea.”

He fell back into the couch cushion and stared up at the ceiling.

“But you stalked me. You already know everything about me.”

You crossed your arms and folded your legs into criss-cross style. “Not everything, like I said earlier today. I know your career and childhood mostly,” you said, not noticing how creepy it was until it left your mouth. “I don’t know the more personal things about you.”

He didn’t take note of this and replied.

“Guess I just have a lot of catch-up to play, then.”

He took a moment and stated; “I do get the first question. Y’know, since it’s my game and I can come up with the rules.”

You laughed at that and he took his eyes off the ceiling towards you. There, in them, you saw that glimmer again.

“What’s your name?”

It was until this very moment you realized you hadn’t ever told him your name before. He might’ve seen it on an attendance sheet back at the lecture hall, but didn’t have a face to connect it to. Besides, why would have he cared then?

“It’s Y/N. My, um, name’s Y/N.”

He pursed his lips and echoed your name back slowly.

“Y/N.”

The way he said your name choked you. It felt warm and inviting, and as he mused over it, it felt like you were hearing it for the first time.

He licked his lips and repeated it again.

“Y/N. It suits you.”

You couldn’t care how many times he repeated it. It felt wonderful to hear. Almost too wonderful, that you almost forgot your turn.

“My turn for a question now.”

You thought for a while until you came up with one you had wondered about for a while.

“What’s your favorite color?”

He scoffed.

“You watched me for how long, and you don’t know my favorite color?”

You shook your head.

“Mmm….” He thought for a while. “White. White or a sage green, I think.”

“Just, pure white, or a shade of white?”

He grinned. “Nope. My turn – that still counts as a question.”

You frowned a little, although you weren’t that upset.

“How old are you?”

While that may not usually be a tough question, for the scenario, it was. You were living in 2009 here, even though your reality was in the 2020s. If you told him you were born in 1995, he’d think you were a teenager, and then you’d really be in over your head.

“I’m 27,” giving him your real age. “Now,” you continued, “plain white or a shade of it?”

“I didn’t realize we were the same age. Or at least until October, anyway.” He paused before deciding. “Alabaster.”

Alabaster. It was such a soft, cream color. He fit him perfectly.

You continued to ask questions back and forth, not realizing how late it would start to become as you laughed and talked together until the wee hours of the morn.

[nordic-language-love]

i was curious if you could recommend any books/resources for learning Norwegian? (or just your favorite language resources in general) thank you!

Hi there!

In terms of books like textbooks:

The Mystery of Nils (A1/A2) and Mysteriet om Nils (B1/B2) are pretty great imo.

Norwegian Tutor from Teach Yourself has been an absolute life-saver for grammar

Also from Teach Yourself is Norwegian Short Stories, which has vocab lists for each story

Enjoy Norwegian is good for higher intermediate (although I've never really clicked with it)

Another one I never clicked with but is used in a lot of language schools is På Vei (A1/A2 level)

Some other resources:

Lesnorsk norskkurs - texts from A1-B2 level

I do actually think the Duolingo course is okay tbh (the audio's sometimes a bit strange, but as far as free resources go it's really good imo!)

Memrise is also a popular resource: here's a link to the first of their Norwegian courses (never clicked with it myself, but a lot of people like it)

Lingohut is also pretty good!

CALST is awesome for helping you learn to speak specific dialects

I’ve not tried using it, but Bnorsk seems to be a website where you can learn Norwegian for free

I also take classes on italki (if you're interested in giving it a go then lmk so I can give you a referral code and get you a few dollars off your first lesson. I've also taken lessons from a number of tutors and can maybe help you find the best one for you)

Here's a bunch of Norwegian instagram accounts you can follow

This is a website with set expressions and idioms in Norwegian

Bildetema is good for vocabulary - you see pictures with the Norwegian words next to them, and you can click on them to see how they’re pronounced. There are lots of different topics too!

ung.forskning.no is quite good if you're like B1 level and interested in science because the articles are quite short and basically made for younger readers so the language isn't so difficult (a number of them also have corresponding podcast episodes, so you can read the article to learn a bit about the topic and then listen to the podcast)

Drops and uTalk (both apps) also have Norwegian available to learn (I’m not a huge fan of them, but you might be!)

I also use the Anki app on my phone to create flashcards (there’s a free knock-off version and a legit version that costs like £20+. I use the free one and it’s fine).

Podcasts:

Norskpodden is a good podcast for learners as they also have a transcript

Lær Norsk Nå! is also aimed at learners

Norsklærer Karense has her own podcast too (A2+)

I quite like Smartere på 10 minutter as well because it's interesting and it's short and the presenter speaks in clear Oslo dialect. If you're still not used to listening in Norwegian, you can slow it down to half speed. (B1+)

Oppdatert is also not too long, the presenters speak quite clearly and it’s about current affairs (B1+)

E-books

While I absolutely do not endorse the author's awful transphobic views, I know a lot of people are interested in reading the Harry Potter books as a way to expand their vocabulary, and it sure would be a shame if you could find all the PDFs free online and not have to give money to that aforementioned author. (Side note: the translator uses "omforladels" as a translation for "sorry" which like no actual Norwegian person apart from maybe in some dialects uses ever. Also remember it’s a translation, and the translator has tried to maintain a sense of “Britishness”, so some of the language isn’t entirely natural)

You can also search ebooks by language (including Norwegian) and download them for free from here (definitely 100% not illegal in any way shape or form *shifty glance*)

If you prefer to buy Norwegian ebooks actually legally, you can do so here.

Youtube channels:

Special shoutout to Norwegian Done Easy because Markus is my italki tutor and he's awesome (plus I'm featured! So you can see my silly little face Norwegianing as hard as it can!)

Norsklærer Karense (I'm uhh not actually a fan BUT she has lots of useful videos for like A1-B2 level. There's also a lot of useful information about culture and moving to Norway and integration and test-taking)

Preben's Norwegian Academy (he's from Nord-Norge, so you get some dialect exposure too)

Norskkurset (it's not updated for a little while but there are some good videos there!)

Norwegian Teacher Karin (another one that's not updated for a while but still has some good videos)

Norwegian With Tor (for a little Tromsø dialect)

Hope that's enough to get you started/keep you going! Let me know if you have any questions :)

[germanicseidr]

Wodan

It has been more than a year since I published my post on Wodan. Just like with my post on the Batavi, I wanted to rewrite this post as well to include more information about this fascinating God and also add a bit of my own personal experiences with this deity. This group has gained thousands of members since last year so there are also quite a lot who have perhaps missed my previous post on Wodan. I also want to discuss the similarities and differences between Wodan/Odin and the moment when humans started to worship him.

Wodan is the chief God of the Germanic pantheon. He has countless of names in many languages, it would be truly fascinating to try and collect all of his names into one big list. He is the God of wisdom, knowledge, battle, magic, death, primal rage, healing, tricking humans and the runes. Most of our knowledge on Wodan is based on the eddas. Unfortunately the ancient Germanic people did not write anything down about him but we do have archeological evidence for his worship.

His name comes from the proto-Germanic word Wodanaz which means rage. This already provides us with a clue on how the early Germanic people viewed this deity. Interestingly, the Dutch word for rage is woede, derived from the old Dutch name for Wodan, Uuoden>Woen, Weda in old Frisian. The meaning of the word Wodanaz has not changed for the Dutch people in over 2000 years. This God personally holds a very special place in my heart. Through my work with seidr I have come into contact with him several times.

When did the Germanic people start to worship Wodan?

The first written mention of Wodan comes from Tacitus in 98AD. Tacitus describes several Germanic Gods but unfortunately he uses Latin names to describe them. The Romans compared Wodan with their own God Mercury. Why the Romans compared Wodan with Mercury also isn’t fully clear. Both Gods escort the dead and carry a staff but that is where their likeness ends. Curiously, the Romans compared their chief God, Jupiter, with Donar. This is perhaps a clue into the changing roles that Wodan played.

Just because this is the first written mention of him, doesn't mean that the worship of Wodan comes from this time period. The Germanic people didn't write anything down, their religion was passed down to the next generation by telling stories, it's an oral tradition so we still do not know how old Wodan exactly is.

We can look at archeological evidence as well. When do we first see images appearing that look similar to Wodan? I think most of you are familiar with the classic Odin/Wodan images found all over the Germanic world, from Norway to Denmark, Germany and the Netherlands from the Vendel period and early medieval era. But looking at these images provides us with another problem. How can we be absolutely sure that these images represent the same God? Maybe Wodan was portrayed completely different from how we know him now? Maybe a face of Wodan was carved on wood, similar to the wooden statues found in bogs dating back tot he bronze age? Maybe all the early depictions of Wodan have simply been lost in time.

There is however another theory that suggests that Wodan was introduced to the Germanic people by the Saami. One of Wodan's most defining traits is that he is able to wander across all the realms, speak to spirits and gain knowledge this way. Technically this makes Wodan a very experienced shaman. The Saami people were/are practitioners of shamanism. The Goddess Freyja taught Wodan how to practice seidr. Seidr is a mix of shamanism and witchcraft similiar to the shamanic practices of the Saami people.

Another theory suggests that a Saami shaman, called Wotan, simply became deified by the Germanic people. Perhaps he led a tribe to victory after leading them into battle. Another even wilder theory suggests that Wotan was a Celtic druid who was deified by the Germanic people. The only historic truth that can be verified is that the Germanic culture borrowed elements from both the Celtic and Saami people.

Wodan could also have been introduced to the North-western European people during the bronze age by the proto-indo Europeans. The proto-indo European language spread all across Europe and evolved into different languages, perhaps the same happened to their chief God, Dyeus, as well. Almost all Indo-European cultures have a (chief) God who is quite similiar per example, Zeus, Wodan, Perun, Tiwaz, Jupiter, Dagda, Dievas, Papaios, Brahma.

Even if you research all these possible topics deeply, it is still impossible to say when exactly Wodan was a known deity amongst the Germanic people. The Germanic culture developed during the late Bronze age and if you combine all these theories together, his possible origin could lie near the end of the Bronze age and the start of the Iron age. That would mean that the worship of Wodan began around between 1800BC-1300BC in modern day Denmark, northern Germany and North-eastern Netherlands, more than 2000 years before the viking age even began.

However most of the physical and written evidence for the worship of Wodan came from the early medieval ages until the middle medieval ages, the era between 400-1000AD. One example is a fibula found in Heiloo, the Netherlands. This fibula from 7th century Frisia depicts Wodan flanked by two wolves. There are also coins found in Frisia that depict Wodan. More of such fibula, amulets and coins have been found throughout Norway, Sweden, Denmark, the Netherlands, England and Germany.

Written sources outside of the eddas that mention Wodan have also been discovered. This is the nine herbs charm which was written somewhere during the 10th century AD in England. Christianity was the official religion of the English people at that time but it seems that the common people would still fall back on the old Gods in times of need. Here is the charm:

“A snake came crawling, it bit a man. Then Woden took nine glory-twigs, Smote the serpent so that it flew into nine parts. There apple brought this pass against poison, That she nevermore would enter her house.”

There is also an Old English rune poem that basically explains the futhark. This is the stanza for the ansuz rune:

"god is the origin of all language wisdom's foundation and wise man’s comfort and to every hero blessing and hope" The word Ansuz/Os is used for God. Christians did not use this word to speak of their God so this rune is directly related to Wodan.

He is also mentioned in the Old English poem Maxims I:

"Woden worhte weos" Woden made idols.

  The last written record that I want to mention is the German Merseburg charm which I have written about before:

"Phol and Woden travelled to the forest. Then was for Baldur's foal its foot wrenched. Then encharmed it Sindgund (and) Sunna her sister, then encharmed it Frija (and) Volla her sister, then encharmed it Woden, as he the best could,"

 Wodan later became known as Odin in the early medieval Scandinavian world. Wodan and Odin are essentially the same deity but there are some differences between the two. These differences formed over time since Wodan is an older depiction of Odin. Here I tried to list the attributes of both Wodan and Odin in an attempt to show how the early Germanic people viewed Wodan compared to how the vikings viewed him.

Wodan: Skilled sorcerer, God of death, trickster of humans, God of knowledge, bringer of the runes, still has two eyes according to some sources, shaman, primal force of rage, leader of the wild hunt, God of war, God of healing, carries a staff and spear, two ravens, is a deceiver and was a feared God because of his ability to trick humans into death or madness.

Odin: Skilled in battle and magic, God of Knowledge, bringer of the runes, one-eyed, shaman, shapeshifter, dead fighters go to Walhalla to fight for him, God of war, owner of Sleipnir, carries a staff and spear, two ravens and two wolves guide him, more closely related to the Saami culture.

 There are still some traditions left in Europe that are linked to Wodan/Odin. Since I am Dutch, I will explain some Dutch traditions: Sinterklaas, the old wanderer on his white horse who rides in the sky and gives presents to children. Midwinterhoorn blazen, the blowing of the midwinterhorn to announce the arrival of the wild hunt, the traditional start of winter. Hanging the placenta of a horse in an oak tree. Sint Maarten, the old wanderer on a horse who shared a piece of his cloak to a freezing stranger. And lastly possibly the game of paalzitten. If you know about other traditions from other countries that are linked to Wodan/Odin, feel free to share them in the comments.

Here are some of Wodan/Odin’s names in different (Germanic) languges:

Proto-Germanic: Wodanaz Old English: Woden Old Saxon: Wodan Old High German: Wuotan Old Frisian: Weda Old Norse: Óðinn Dutch: Wodan/Woen Old Dutch: Uuoden English: Odin Norwegian: Odin

Feel free to expand on this list in the comments.

 The reason why I decided to rewrite and post this article today is because Sinterklaas has arrived again in the Netherlands. This was traditionally viewed as the start of the wild hunt led by Wodan. He would ride in the cold dark winter nights through the sky, trying to collect as many of the dead as possible. If you were unfortunate enough to see him in the sky, it meant that your life is soon ending and you would join Wodan’s hunt back to the underworld.  In order to please the wild hunt, people left behind small offerings of food near the hearths of their homes. Carrots were left behind to feed Sleipnir. Until this very day, Dutch and Belgian children gift carrots to his horse in the tradition of Sinterklaas.

 At last I want to share one of my own personal experiences with Wodan. As a child and teenager I was always searching for a spiritual home. My mother is a practitioner of witchcraft, a tradition which goes back for many generations in my family. I was raised with this practice of witchcraft but still I felt spiritually lost. That was until one day, on my birthday several years ago, I started to explore the older variant of witchcraft, shamanism.

During that first trance I met Wodan by surprise. His appearance was so unsettling that it caused me to experience a full blown panic attack and I was thrown out of my trance. I felt physically ill for two days until I returned into trance and stumbled upon Wodan once again. I was finally able to communicate with him and it turned out that he caused my panic attack because he likes pulling such tricks on humans, especially when he senses fear. We talked for a few minutes about knowledge until it was time for me to return to the mundane world. Before I left, he gave me a name in Proto-Germanic which I now use as my spiritual name.

Of course I was extremely skeptical about this whole experience afterwards. Was this just something I imagined? I was thinking about this for days at an end while at the same time I had the thought of placing a tattoo on my left arm with the word Wodan spelled out in the elder futhark. Eventually I decided to visit the local tattoo shop to make an appointment for this tattoo. Until my great surprise, the tattoo artist was not only a skilled artist, she is a professionally trained shaman of the native Canadian culture. She knew instantly that I was also dabbling in the art of shamanism and that I was in doubt whether it was actually real.

She then told me everything that Wodan had told me. Wodan , knowing that I am quite a skeptical person by nature, decided to inform another shaman in order to finally convince me that this was after all a real experience. She had to pass this information to me in order for me to finally believe in the old Germanic Gods. It’s interesting that Wodan decided to use a shaman from a completely different culture, showing that the practice of shamanism is at its core exactly the same all over the world. I got the tattoo as well. This first experience with Wodan led me to finally find my spiritual home and it started the quest for knowledge on the ancient Germanic culture. I eventually decided that it would be best to share as much knowledge as possible, the reason why I started this facebook group.

 I am so sorry for this incredibly long post and I congratulate the ones who actually fully read it. In the future I also want to write more about Wodan/Odin’s role in the Germanic mythological lore, his work with the runes and his archetype.

 Here are images of: A depiction of Wodan as a wanderer by Georg von Rosen, 1886, A depiction of Odin by Mary H Foster, 1901, A depiction of Wodan riding Sleipnir from a 18th century manuscript, Frisian Wodan fibula and coins, Sacrifices made to Wodan in the Netherlands around 300AD (human and horse remains, arrow heads and jewelry), The Merseburger charm, Wodan VS Sinterklaas,

[lost-in-the-80s]

Winter Memories

Pairing: Axl Rose x reader

Words: 3,808k

Summary: The pressure of making a new album is finally hitting Axl. To get rid of some stress he decides to take a trip to Norway, however, he did not expect to meet a mysterious woman there. (smut + angst)

A/N: Hey guys! I hope you like it! Tell me if you want a part 2! There will be a few lines in norwegian, but the translations will be below in italics ;)

Warnings: Mature content, swearing and unprotected sex. (Use a condom, guys!)

Tag list: @roger-taylors-car @ladieswttda @teasid @metalheartofgold @slashscowboyboots @ginny-rose-sixx @rumoured-whispers​ @normatural​ add yourself to my tag list :) 

Part 2

It had been a busy week and Axl's frustration was reaching extremely high levels.

Making an album was not an easy task, it required a lot of work and dedication, especially when the bandleader was Axl. Known for being a perfectionist, Axl expected nothing less than perfection for the band's third and fourth albums.

He understood why his bandmates were so tired, Axl had made them redo each song countless times and that was exhausting, but it was even more exhausting for him, who stayed in the studio for hours after his friends left, doing the vocals as many times as he could.

Axl realized he needed to relax when he ended up taking all his anger out on the supermarket attendant last week. She hadn't done anything much, just asked for an autograph, but the stress accumulated in his body made him be rude to her.

That night he decided that he needed time away from it all, that he needed time just for him so he could calm down.

It was December and the clear California sun was starting to get paler, accompanied by a cold breeze coming in the late afternoon. But he knew it wouldn't get much colder, after all, Los Angeles was one of the hottest cities in the United States.

Furthermore, he would not find peace in such a busy place. The chances of someone showing up at his door out of nowhere or calling insisting for him to go out were too high to risk.

Following the advice of a friend, Axl decided to go north, to Norway, more precisely. He wanted to see the snow again, wanted to feel the cold winter wind and visit a place he had never been to before.

After notifying the band and advancing some things in the studio, he left. Catching a plane on Friday afternoon, lusting to reach a small isolated town in the center of the country in the morning.

His assistant had managed to rent a room in a small, comfortable cottage near a mountain, where he could learn to ski.

After spending countless hours on the flight and two more hours driving a rental car to the place, he finally arrived.

The view was incredible, the contrast of the snow on the ground and the blue of the sky baffled him.

Entering the reception of the cottage, Axl was greeted by an old lady, who took him to his room while telling him about how the cottage had been built by her grandparents and that the house used to creak with the wind at night.

His room was very spacious, the walls and floor were the same types of wood, in the center of the room, there was a double bed with white sheets and a thick red plaid blanket. In front of the bed was a large fireplace, already lit by someone from the cottage.

The bathroom was on the left, next to the entrance door, it was small, but it had a large bathtub and the lady had assured him that the water was very hot. To his right was a large glass window that overlooked a vast field of snow-covered pines and a large mountain in the background. There was a small sofa under the window, accompanied by a small wooden table, the same color as the bedside tables.

It was different from what he was used to, but he liked the location.

After leaving his bags in the room and putting on another blouse, Axl decided to go down to the cottage's dining room for breakfast. Taking a large cup of coffee and a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon, he sat down at a table in the far corner, next to a window.

He hugged the cup with his hands, hoping the act would warm them up. He heard footsteps on the stairs and it was at that moment that he saw her coming. She was beautiful as an angel, her eyes looked like a cat's, which told him she was unpredictable, but her smile was sweet when she greeted the owner of the place.

"God morgen, Anna!" She waved to the lady.

"Good morning, Anna!"

“God morgen, Y/N! Du våknet endelig!”

“Good morning, Y/N! At least you woke up”

She laughed and Axl felt like he was in a trance. He didn't understand what she said, so he assumed she was a local.

Sensing his gaze, she finally looked in his direction. Her expression changed, the sweet smile disappeared and her eyes began to transmit lust. She looked him up and down before picking up her breakfast and sitting at a table.

Axl ate, but every little bit he found himself looking in her direction, only to realize that she was already looking at him, like a predator looking at the victim.

After eating, Axl got in his car and drove towards the mountain ski station, putting on the right clothes and getting a ski board, an instructor taught Axl the basic moves and instructed him to stay in a specific area, where the beginners stayed.

After a good 30 minutes, Axl realized that perhaps skiing was not his thing. He fell numerous times and was unable to move properly on the board. Irritation started to form inside his body and when he was about to damn everything to hell and go back to the cottage, he heard her voice near him.

"Flytt deg!"

"Get out of the way!"

He looked back just in time to see that she was approaching him at high speed, trying to get out of her way as fast as possible, Axl tripped on his own feet and ended up landing face first in the snow.

He heard her laugh again and when he noticed a small hand covered by a glove was being extended towards him. Axl looked up and saw her face, she was still laughing.

Accepting the offer, she helped Axl to get up again.

"Unnskyldning." She gave a small smile, trying to contain her laughter.

"I’m sorry."

"What?" Axl frowned, trying to understand what she had said.

"Ah, sorry, I thought you were from here!" Her accent made Axl smile, he found the sound cute.

"Well, I'm not."

"I am, Y/N, by the way." She offered her hand for him to greet her.

"Axl!" He shook her hand.

"I liked your name! Is this your first time here? ”

"It actually is." He scratched the back of his neck.

“I live in Oslo, but I come here every year at this time. It's nice to relax. ”

"I hope so!" He gave her a small smile. 

"Having trouble skiing?"

"To tell the truth, yes."

"Do you want me to teach you?"

"Would you do it?"

"Sure, what kind of Norwegian would I be if I saw someone here without enjoying the best part of winter?"

He smiled at her.

For the next few hours, Y/N taught Axl as best as she could, always encouraging him not to give up whenever he fell or fell out of balance.

When Axl finally came down a small part of the mountain without difficulty, she clapped her hands and shouted at him, celebrating his victory.

"Now nobody else can say that you are a tourist." She laughed, making him smile.

We should go back to the cottage, it's almost three o'clock, it's going to get dark soon.

"Is it getting dark so early in here?"

"It's December baby, from now on the days will get shorter and shorter."

The nickname made him smile again.

"Are you driving?" He asked when they were returning the clothes and equipment to the company.

“No, I came by bus. I don't trust the roads much at this time of year. ”

"Do you want a ride to the cottage?"

"It would be great!"

In the first few minutes, an awkward silence came over the car, to break the mood, Y/N turned on the car's radio and turned up the volume when A-Ha started playing.

Axl glanced at her. "Do you listen to this shit?"

"They are Norwegian, we are crazy about them." She laughed, thinking about it. It was funny with her people, they had a habit of liking anything that was national.

He shook his head, but let a small smile take over his lips.

"I like your hair!" She said, staring at him.

"Thank you, I think!"

“No, seriously, I really like it. I think the color is beautiful. ”

"Thank you very much then."

He looked at her and his eyes met hers. A shiver went down his spine and he felt as if he couldn’t breathe for a moment, so he focused on the road again.

After a few minutes, he decided to start a conversation.

"What do you normally do here when you're not skiing?"

“I drink hot chocolate, read and go for a short walk in the city. They have some cool stores here. ” She shrugged.

He nodded in response.

After arriving at the cottage, the two agreed to go down to have hot chocolate together in half an hour.

Axl took a hot shower, letting his muscles relax with the warmth of the water. He contemplated shaving but changed his mind after thinking it over. His beard was slightly long, red hair adorned his face.

Down the stairs he saw her sitting on a couch, wearing a pair of black leggings and a red sweatshirt, her hair was tied up in a bun and she was using a pair of slipper boots.

"You Americans are always late." She noted when Axl sat down next to her.

"Sorry."

She gestured with her hand, as if to inform him that it was okay. "I already ordered the hot chocolate, Anna was supposed to bring it after you arrived."

He nodded in agreement.

"So, what do you work with?" He wanted to know more about her.

"I'm a lawyer. I deal with divorces. What about you?"

"I work with music."

"What kind of music?"

"Rock."

"Nice!"

Anna arrived with two large mugs, interrupting the conversation.

"Takk, Anna!" Y/N smiled sweetly at the woman.

"Thank you, Anna!"

"Thanks." He picked up his mug carefully, as he knew it would be hot.

"No problem." She smiled back at them both.

The two stayed there for over an hour talking, finding out more about each other.

Axl couldn't say why, but he felt comfortable around her, almost as if they knew each other for decades. He could tell that she felt the same way because after a few minutes she put her legs on his lap.

"You were right, her hot chocolate is delicious." Axl said after taking the second mug that night.

"I told you!" She smiled proudly.

Getting closer to him, she whispered in his ear. "I'm going up to my room now, if you want to stop by later, I'm in room 22." She rested her hand on his chest.

He looked into her eyes, they were both close enough to kiss, but there was a family with two children in the room, so he decided not to.

Nodding his head at her, Axl kept his gaze fixed on her back when she got up and went upstairs, leaving him alone.

The simple image of what he could do with her later made his member throb with anticipation. And he decided that after it was late he would knock on her door.

Returning to his room he realized that her room was two doors from his, on the same side of the corridor.

He tried to entertain himself at night, he went down to dinner and then tried to read a book he had brought, but he couldn't focus on reading, his imagination was running wild and all he could think about was her.

Glancing at the clock in his room, he saw that it was just after nine.

"Fuck it!" Getting up and locking his door as he left the room, he walked in quick steps to room 22, knocking three times on the door and waiting for her to open.

When she opened it, Axl's member pulsed again. She was wearing a black wool sweater three times the size of her, covering up to half of her thighs. Her hair was still tied up in a bun.

Before she could say anything, his lips crashed against hers, hugging her waist with one of his arms and pushing her slightly into the room, closing the door with his free hand.

She responded on the spot, her arms circling his neck while her tongue asked for permission to invade his mouth.

Allowing the intrusion, their tongues began to move as if in an aggressive ballet, fighting for dominance. She moved one of her hands to Axl's hair, lightly pulling the strands at the top of his neck, causing a low growl to leave his throat.

Her hands started to remove Axl's jacket, who broke the kiss for a second to remove his white shirt as well.

She admired the muscles in his abdomen, biting her bottom lip with desire.

Axl pulled her close by her hips, letting his hands find her butt cheeks and squeeze them tightly, making a small moan leave her lips.

He brought his right hand to her hair, removing the elastic that held her strands and letting her hair cover part of her face. Axl guided her to the bed, stopping when her legs hit the furniture slightly, creating a distance between them and removing her sweater, revealing the black lace lingerie she wore.

His member started to stiffen. Letting her fall on the soft mattress, Axl stayed on top of her, dropping his kisses to her neck, where he left light bites that would surely leave marks. She sighed like an angel when Axl lowered his kisses further, making a trail between her neck and the bar of her panties, taking off her bra in the process.

He propped her two legs up on the bed, kissing her right thigh, higher and higher, letting his beard run lightly over her skin and watching her sigh with the contact.

His cold fingers touched her skin, slowly pulling her panties down, making her shiver at the touch.

She leaned on her forearms, watching Axl closely.

Axl approached the center of her, licking her folds before spreading her legs further, granting him more access. His tongue started to make circular movements on her clit, at first they were slow and calm, but after a while, they started to get stronger and more accurate.

She grabbed the covers with her fingers, letting her head fall on the bed again allowing small moans to leave her lips.

"Axl" She whispered his name.

Seeing this as an incentive, Axl slowly penetrated one of his fingers into her, while his other hand came up and squeezed her breast firmly, causing a loud moan to come out of her throat.

After a few minutes, Axl inserted a second finger, curving them and reaching a different point inside her that made her moan louder.

"Right there!" She said between moans.

Axl started to feel her walls tightening, giving a sign that she was close, he applied more pressure to her clit, making faster movements with his tongue.

At that point she was already a mess, her left hand tightly gripped the cover under her, while her right hand was in Axl's hair, pulling his strands lightly and whimpering with pleasure.

He hit her point a few more times and was static when he saw her legs shaking slightly while a loud moan accompanied by a strong tug on his hair told him that she had reached her climax.

After receiving all the juices she had given him, Axl lifted his kisses, stopping at the level of her right breast, where he sucked with ease, lightly biting her nipple while watching the long, heavy breathes come out of her lips.

Going up a little further, he captured her lips in a hot, ravenous kiss. Her hands began to entertain with the buttons on his pants, telling him that she wanted him to get rid of them.

Breaking the kiss Axl removed his pants and underwear at the same time, freeing his already hard and completely erect member.

She licked her lips with desire, watching him as he stroked himself while walking towards her.

"Are you going to be a good girl and take everything?"

She nodded and he pushed her by the shoulders on the bed before pulling her closer to him by her legs.

He climbed on the bed and used his left hand to support himself, while his right hand guided his member to collect some of her juices. Axl moved his cock slowly over her clit, making her moan softly.

Slowly, he began to penetrate her, pausing for a moment when it came to an end, waiting for her to adjust to his size. The pressure created by his dick against her tight walls made them both moan in unison before they shared a lush kiss.

Moving slowly, he started to get in and out of her. His eyes locked with hers as the room seemed to get ten degrees warmer. Her hands tightened on his biceps tightly as he leaned down to kiss her again.

“Fuck, you look so hot taking my cock inside of you.” He groaned.

After a few minutes, Axl's thrusts became stronger and faster and Y/N's moans got louder and louder. She murmured things in her native language that Axl was unable to understand as her nails scratched the skin on his back, making him grunt and bite her neck hard.

"I think…. I’m going to…." She managed to utter between moans.

"I know baby, cum for me!" Axl ordered in her ear, making her even more excited than before.

She let out a loud moan, before shouting his name, reaching her climax. Her eyes rolled and her mouth was open, her mind was blank and an orgasm twice as strong as the first took over her body.

The image was a work of art in Axl's eyes. When she said his name again, this time lower, almost like a plea, he could no longer contain himself, reaching his own climax and pouring his liquids into her while letting out a loud grunt.

He collapsed on top of her and she hugged his waist with her legs while removing some strands of his hair from his face.

The two let the last moans leave their bodies, low and disconnected, due to sensitivity.

Axl stood up and slowly withdrew his member from inside her, watching their mixed liquids leave her body. His member shook with pleasure, but he could tell that she was too tired for another round.

After cleaning her, the two fell asleep in bed, Axl wrapped Y/N in his arms and admired her in the light of the fireplace when she slept. He didn't want to leave tomorrow, he wanted to have more time with her.

----

The next morning Axl woke up and the bed was empty. Sitting up quickly, he realized that she was sitting by the window, smoking a cigarette.

"I thought you were gone." He said as he approached, wearing nothing but his underwear.

She was wearing the same sweater as last night.

"Your smell is on my sweater." She said casually.

"Good to know!" He leaned down to kiss her lips again.

She didn't want to kiss him, she knew she was already too involved. He was from another country and the two would probably never see each other again. But there was something about him that made it impossible for her to resist.

One of her hands touched his face lightly, caressing him.

"Last night was incredible!" He sat across from her, lighting a cigarette for himself.

She nodded slowly while looking through the window.

"What's it? Did I do something?"

"No, it's just ... I'm leaving today." She didn't look at him.

"Yeah, me too!"

She looked at him and felt her eyes well up with tears, but she was not going to allow herself to cry. She had just met him, it was ridiculous to feel that way.

"Do you think we could exchange our numbers?"

“I don't think it's a good idea! You live on the other side of the world, it’s not good to feed that kind of thing. ”

He felt a tightening in his heart, but he understood what she meant.

"Yeah, you must be right."

He looked at the bedroom’s watch and realized it was close to ten. The sun was beginning to rise over the horizon, its timid rays illuminating the room.

"I have to get to Bergen by one."

"You should go then, or you'll be late!"

"Yeah, I should."

They looked at each other for almost a minute. Their looks saying what their mouths lacked courage.

Axl leaned over and kissed her one last time, his hands pulling her closer until she was on his lap, while her hands played with his hair.

They tried to keep the kiss as long as they could, knowing that when they separated, Axl would have to leave. But the oxygen came to an end and they had to separate.

Both stood looking at each other for several seconds, trying to record every detail of the other's face in their memories.

She got up and allowed him to do the same.

Axl put on his clothes and started walking towards the door, stopping before opening it. "Am I going to see you before I leave?"

"I think not."

He nodded and left, heading for his room.

She sighed, pulling the sweater close to her nose and taking in his scent. 

----

Later that morning, Y/N saw Axl leaving the cottage and storing his suitcase in a black car.

A sense of sadness took over the body, but she couldn't say why. It was impossible for her to love him, wasn't it? After all, they had only known each other for a day.

Axl turned towards her window and saw her sitting in the same place as before. He waved at her and waited for her to return the gesture before he got in the car and left.

When he left the place he couldn't help feeling that he had left something very important behind. He knew what it was. It was her. But she was right, it would be fruitless to feed something like that.

Watching the car leave, Y/N touched the window and waited until the car was out of sight.

A single tear fell from her eyes. "Hvis det er ham, vil skjebnen få oss til å møtes igjen."

"If it's him, fate will make us meet again." 

[norwegiatlas]

basic norwegian word lists: the wardrobe

klesskap (n) / skap (n) - wardrobe

klesplagg (n) - piece of clothing

klær (n) - clothing, clothes

antrekk (n) - outfit

hatt (m) - hat

lue (m/f) - beanie

caps (m) - cap

hette (m/f) - hood

jakke (m/f) - jacket

regnjakke (m/f) - rain jacket

frakk (m) - coat

kappe (m/f) - cape, cloak

dress (m) - suit

genser (m) - sweater

hettegenser (m) - hoodie, hooded sweater

ullgenser (m) - woolen sweater

skjorte (m/f) - shirt

t-skjorte (m/f) - t-shirt

bukser (m/f) - pants

kortbukser (m/f) / shorts (m) - shorts 

undertøy (n) - underwear

underbukser (m/f) - underpants

bokser (m) - boxer shorts

truse (m/f) - knickers, panties

jeans (m) - jeans

kjole (m) - dress

skjørt (n) - skirt

strømpe (m/f) - stocking; sock

sokk (m) - sock

ullsokk (m) - woolen sock

sko (m) - shoe

finsko (m) - formal shoe

sandal (m) - sandal

støvel (m) - boot

høye hæler (m) - high heels

tøffel (m) - slipper

briller (m) - glasses

solbriller (m) - sunglasses

skjerf (n) - scarf

sjal (n) - shawl

smykke (n) - necklace

armbånd (n) - bracelet

ring (m) - ring

slips (n) - tie

belte (n) - belt

å ha på - to wear

å ta på - to put on

å kle - to dress; to look good in (a piece of clothing)

å kle på (seg) - to dress (oneself)

å kle av (seg) - to undress (oneself)

å bruke - to use; to wear

å passe - to fit, suit