#norwegian courses oslo

[norwegianoslo]

[haviksiv]

[fenalarhue]

Punch out things I never finished 💔

The last things are the oc stuff I talked about. LMAO was supposed to be stereotypes of the counties (fylker) in Norway. I couldn't fit all the the designs I had in mind, though I tried revamp two a while back (keep in mind the dual ones are little old like, september last year old). Since these stereotypes really only exist in Norway (duh) I'll try to explain some of them.

Okay so the one with the mullet and moustache is from "Trøndelag": their dialect is often used in humor in Norway, some of the stereotypes I used in their design are possibly a bit dated. "trønders" are often portrayed with big unkempt moustaches, a very loved leather vest, snuff in their mouths, drinking karsk (a cocktail from Trøndelag), & being basically impossible to understand.

The happy go lucky guy with red and white boxing equipment is from Agder (the very south of Norway), and is seen as being very Christian, very jovial, very laid back, & very danish. Some other ones but not as common, are watching paradise hotel, & loving Captain sabertooth (kaptein Sabeltann in norwegian). I'm considering naming him "ripped optimist" LOL. He is champion of "major league".

The guy with the cap is from Vestfold, there farming & boats are the meaning of life.

The fake tan guy with the cowboy hat is from Østfold, which gets a lot of shit 🙏🏼 seen as the "Hillbillys" of Norway. Cheap, naive, racist, ugliest dialect, & of course "Harry" which can mean plenty of stuff. But usually comes down to a stupid, tasteless, vulgar, trashy, millennial in a way, fool. Who can be a middle class person trying to seem rich or an upper class person trying to be hip. Maybe they have live laugh love signs plastered all over their home, take regular trips to Sweden to buy shit they don't need, would vote Republican for some odd reason, or uses fake wigs & fur, spraytans, & has a car loitered with trash.

The angry blonde guy is from Troms (woohoo that's me!). Decided to make him a stereotypical "nordlending" (northerner). & I'll be honest. That term is more often than not used for three different counties. Nordland, Troms, & Finmark. The term arriving from Nordland - (Nordlending) But have almost always been used for all three.

Although many people both from Nordland & from the ones further up north, loathe people from Troms & Finmark being called "Nordlending". I feel like "Tromsværinger" are in a way more associated with "Nordlending" than people from Nordland is. So although inaccurate, it is EXACTLY what I strive for.

NOW to get to what the stereotypes are. "Nordlendinger" can be stereotyped as; Swearing, drunk, brutally honest, not technologically advanced, stupid, off putting & rough humour, loving fish, says "horsec*ck" & "fucking southerner" (oh & also, carries most of the stereotypes about people in Oslo. To the point of being seen as obsessed with talking about how much they hate them, & how northerners are superior). Some other stereotypes are sleeping around, good at partying, being hospitable, & not exactly "stranger danger"

The shorter guy is from Finmark. & Is of course Sami. Which is basically over half the stereotypes of that County. Sami's are often portrayed as joiking, reindeer riding, short, sensitive, stupid, etc etc. I was seriously considering not making him Sami, since a lot of stereotypes are very real & have resulted in violence. I still wanted him to have some character & to NOT avoid any form of Sami connotations. Which is also bad. Since the majority of people from Finmark are Sami. If he ever was an actual character, I would need to talk with a lot of actual Sami people.

The blonde dude with a judgemental expression, is from Bærum/Oslo west (Country: Akershus). They are upper class, ignorant, detached from Norwegian culture, a drag to be around, egotistical, "gay" but still ragingly homophobic, materialistic, a little feminine, arrogant & have never been on a camping trip their whole life. Though most of all very soss/keeg. (Keeg literally being a sort of antonym of geek). Someone who often wears pink and light colors, love tennis & golf, wears a bubble vest or has a shirt tied around their neck, slick back or middle part, etc etc. Kinda like Gru from despicable me 4. Other stereotypes: "oh look a new beggar", "no, I just got robbed", "I wanted a pink Porsche not an orange one!". They make fun of northerners & people from Oslo east. This guy is in his early 20's, & I think I made him way too short.

The guy beside the bærum one is from Oslo east. Stereotypes being: immigrants, Wannabe gangsters, rude, doesn't understand other dialects (both Oslo west & East), makes bad rap music, says bro way too much, "ghetto". Over the decades, the class differences between the east & west of Oslo have become very apparent. Like ridiculously apparent. The two sides of Oslo almost live on their own little bubble. While still being detached from the rest of Norway.

The guy in full traditional clothing (bunad) is from Telemark. Who are most known for being unintelligible. But they are also very good at preserving their traditions. Whether it be various dialect words, dances, music, or the bunad. Also Christian and jovial, but not danish.

The guy in orange is from Buskerud, Stereotypes? SKI (seriously Buskerud Is so boring, all I could get from it is a very popular skiing resort LMAO)

Minor league sketch because of course.

Not shown here but the Troms guy & Bærum guy are sworn enemies. After they met at a Recruit training & the Bærum guy laughed at his name. Because another stereotype in Troms are a lot of military camps & ridiculous combined names.

Yeah that was all! Might drop some other oc stuff not as fandom adjacent after a while.

[whencyclopedia]

The Norse in America: Fact and Fiction

The idea that it was the Norse who discovered America first emerged in the late 18th century, long before there was any public awareness of the sagas on which such claims were based. In the course of the 19th century, evidence for a Norse presence was discovered in what is now the United States. This evidence, in the form of inscriptions and Norse artefacts, generally appeared in areas of Scandinavian settlement, and advocates of the authenticity of this evidence tended to be of Scandinavian descent.

Public awareness of the idea of a Norse discovery of America prior to Christopher Columbus (l. 1451-1506) broadened with the publication by Rasmus Anderson of America not discovered by Columbus in 1874. This book lent powerful support both to the historic contention that the Norse visited New England repeatedly from the 10th to the 14th centuries and to the Teutonic ancestral link between the Norse and the New England cultural elite known (in the memorable phrase of Oliver Wendell Holmes) as "the Brahmin caste of New England".

The Viking

The high-water mark of the Norse discovery hypothesis came in 1893, three years after the 9th-century Gokstad ship (now in the Viking Ship Museum in Oslo) had been found in a burial mound on Kristianiafjord (now Oslofjord). The quatercentenary of Columbus' first voyage was marked across America in 1892, and the following year the World's Columbian Exposition was mounted in Chicago to celebrate Columbus' arrival. It was agreed that the Norwegian contribution would be a reconstruction of the Gokstad ship, which would be sailed across the Atlantic (to prove that such a ship was capable of the voyage) to make landfall in New London (Connecticut) and New York before making its way to Chicago, where it would be an exhibit at the Exposition.

The ship was certainly capable of such a voyage: although it lacked thwarts, it was very strong, and it could be powered by oar or sail. Funding was raised in Norway and from Scandinavians in America. On 30 April the Viking (as the replica was called) sailed from Bergen under the command of the newspaper publisher Magnus Andersen, and 22 days later it reached the shores of America. The American welcome was tumultuous, but not entirely without incident. Anderson's account was published in Norwegian (Vikingefærden, i.e. "Viking expedition") but not in English, and so was never tested against the recollections of Americans who were present; there is no reason to think it unreliable, but it does represent a particular perspective.

This article is a book excerpt

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[alexiabae]

HOLD; caroline graham hansen x fem!reader

Summary: y/n showed at caro how important she is.

Warnings: fluff.

Note: English is not my first language.

not my gif.

Everything finished.

Finally.

The world cup was over, or at least for Caro.

The Norwegian gave a relieved sigh when she finally landed in Barcelona. She missed that city a lot during that month away. But more importantly, she missed her girlfriend. Y/N is a footballer player too, but she missed the world cup for standing up about her beliefs and rights, Caro supporting her from the start, just like supporting her other teammates.

She drove towards her apartment that she shared with Y/N. Since it is still the preseason, Y/N was training right now so the blonde decided to give her a surprise, making her think that she is passing some more days in Norway with her family.

Caro was met with Curro when she entered the apartment. The tiger cat meow when he saw the blonde, stretching and walking animatedly towards her.

"Hola, boy! You miss me?" Caro talked with him, patting his back and scratching between his ears. Curro meow again, like if he can understand.

The forward smiled, passing a good time with the cat before she moved towards her bedroom and decided to unpack her suitcase case and do some laundry. Curro followed her around the house, whatever Caro goes, he too.

Once she finished, she thought if she could surprise her girlfriend by going to Barcelona's training session or wait patiently over there and make some lunch for them. She chose the second option and put some music from her phone, she started to make the lunch, accompanied by Curro.

Caro hummed quietly while she was doing the food, when she heard the key's sound, indicating that Y/N was to open the front door. The blonde quickly turned down the volume and quietly, hiding herself a little, waiting for Y/N to come inside.

"Curro, I'm at home!" Y/N called him. Caro chuckled lowly by her greeting to the cat. Curro went immediately out of the kitchen, going for Y/N's call. "There you are! Come here, baby." The Spanish put on a baby voice and grabbed the cat.

The blonde hearing Y/N from centimetres makes her go where she is and hold her between her arms. But she took a breath and waited, she thought that a few minutes more couldn't hurt her.

"I miss you too..." Y/N said again, laughing softly. "How good it smells... The neighbours are cooking Curro... I'm hungry now. Let's go." Y/N's voice was heard more near the kitchen.

Caro was preparing herself, hiding behind the door. Y/N frowned when she walked inside, confused because the smell was coming from her own kitchen, seeing the prepared food.

"Who made this?" Y/N muttered, a little scared because she didn't prepare that and because it seems ready recently.

Without controlling herself anymore, Caro walked slowly towards Y/N, who was giving her back and hugged her, making Y/N scream.

"It's me, min kjærlighet. Auch!" Caro could say before Y/N kicked her ribs with her elbow, making the blonde separated and put her hand on the kicked spot.

Y/N took her hands on her mouth, covering with them. "Why did you do that?" She questioned, seeing how Caro was double up. "Also... Hi!" Y/N went towards her, putting Caro's head on her chest and hugging her, like nothing happened.

The Norwegian rolled her eyes, but a painful smile was on her face. "I'm glad that if something happens, you can defend yourself." Caro grunted, leaning her head on her, snuggling.

The other holds a laugh, kissing her head. "Sorry, amor. But you would agree with me that if I'm not waiting for anyone to be here, the intruder needs to be kicked out."

"Ah? So... I'm an intruder now?" The blonde raised her head to look at Y/N, a feign offended expression on her face.

Is the turn for Y/N to roll her eyes.

"Of course not! But you said that you will be staying in Oslo for a few more days, so obviously I'm not waiting for you to be here, tonta." Y/N loose off her arms around her neck, putting it now on her own waist to do more emphasis.

The blue eyed woman put herself right when the pain dissipated and stretched her arms towards Y/N to embrace her, passing both hands for the gap and bringing her towards herself. The blonde is taller than Y/N, so she looked down and kissed her nose.

Y/N frowned, still in the same position. "What?" Caro asked, confused.

"You didn't let me go to Auckland." Y/N said firm. The blonde rolled her eyes, relaxing her features.

"And I told you that it is okay, you don't need to go over there." Caro hugged her more, leaning on her to kiss her again, but Y/N moved, crossing her arms. Caro opened her mouth slightly. "Are you serious?"

Y/N nodded. "Yes. I wanted to go and I know it is because you think that I have enough with Spain's federation and you don't want to add your problems. But Caro, you are important to me and you suffer... You cried." She explained, a little hurt.

Caro knows that she has the right. She saw in the past, how Y/N struggled with everything that happened with Spain's federation. Her tears, the stress and anxiety, the sleepless nights... Everything. And she was there, helping her, worrying about her. If Y/N couldn't let her be by her side, she got mad for sure.

With a sight, Caro nodded. "You have the right. Beklager." She apologized, looking at her feet.

Y/N bites her bottom lip, with a soft look on her eyes she raises her hands to Caro's cheeks and makes the other look at her, the blue eyes looking a little sad.

"You keep talking in Norwegian and maybe I can forgive you." Y/N whispered, making the other paint a tiny smile on her lips.

"Kan jeg kysse deg?" Caro tried, her gaze moving from her eyes to her lips.

Y/N leaned her head aside, smiling widely. "Did you say something about a kiss?" She tried to guess, squealing excited when Caro nodded, making her laugh for Y/N's behaviour and thinking how much she missed her. "Yes, you can kiss me." She let her know after celebrating.

Caro bites her bottom lip briefly and without losing much time, she captures her lips with hers, humming happily to kiss her again after a long time.

•••

They had lunch together, enjoying each other's company. They talked about everything or the little things that happened in Barcelona when Caro was away. Y/N wanted to talk about what happened in the world cup, but she wants Caro to have free thoughts about professional stuff.

"Come here! I wanted to take a photo with you and give them some enviousness." Y/N informed, grabbing her phone.

The blonde chuckled and let herself get crushed by her girlfriend. Y/N's head on Caro's with a big smile while the other gives a lipped smile to the camera. The Spanish were sitting between Caro's legs.

Caro's phone vibrated, indicating that Y/N sent the photo to the barça group chat. The blonde was scratching Curro's back, enjoying his dose of cuddles.

"Ja! They are already commenting." Y/N muttered, leaning her head on Caro's chest, intertwining with her hand the hand was reposing on her waist.

"Soon you need to go. Do you want me to drive you over there?" Caro talked lowly, not wanting to break the atmosphere.

"Naa, don't worry about it. You need to rest or if you don't want to, you can give Curro a walk by the beach. Call Ingrid and go with her." Y/N suggests, not wanting in reality that the girls in some way, stress her out.

Caro shrugs. "Okay. I call her." She didn't press. She missed the girls too, but she just landed that morning and didn't want to be bothered too much.

Just saying that, Y/N called Ingrid for her, looking innocently later at the blonde, who shakes her head with a smile.

"¿Hola?" Ingrid greeted. Y/N put on the speaker.

"¡Hola bombón! Do you have some plans for today?" Y/N greeted her too.

"No, why? If I'm not mistaken, you have training in about an hour." Ingrid inquires.

Y/N laugh. "Wow. You have my schedule learned. I need to worry? Or Mapi?" Y/N teased, looking at Caro.

Ingrid snorted. "Do I need to remind you that Mapi is training with you?"

Y/N rolled her eyes.

"Anyway. I call you because Caro is here." A sound of surprise was heard by the other line. "Do you not see the photo that I put to the chat? I'm hurt." Y/N dramatically said the last part.

"No I'm not. I was doing... Things." At this Y/N and Caro laughed hard, knowing very well what that meant. "Shut up you two. Also hii Caro!"

"Hallo." Caro greeted her, her laugh dying.

"Just like I was saying. Caro is here but she will be bored, I suggested her to give Curro a walk by the beach, do you mind bringing your kids to the beach?" Y/N asked, playing with Caro's fingers.

Ingrid laughs by the reference that her friend made. "For me it's okay. Let me ask Mapi if I can bring our kids to the beach." "Hey you two! I let her in with a condition, you need to take photos about them together! I miss little Curro." Mapi was the next to speak.

"Deal." Caro calmly said.

"Well, I need to hang up or I will be late to training, you too León. So... I will see you Mapi in a while and Ingrid, I miss you and take care of Curro, please." Caro hit Y/N's arm softly, making the girl chuckle.

They talked a little more and Y/N was flying to the door after giving a lot of kisses to her girlfriend and promising later more cuddles, to Curro too.

•••

"How do you feel?" Ingrid asked after a long time from talking about their return to Norway or Barcelona.

Caro shrugs but her hold on the lead is stronger and her jaw clenched, indicating that her mood changed with that only question.

"Tired but I'm fine." Caro lied, once again shrugging, her gaze fixed on Curro.

Ingrid looks at her, knowing perfectly how the blonde was feeling, who better than her how she feels.

"Caro..." Ingrid pressed, her gaze turning soft just like her tone when she chose the next words. "It's me. You don't need to pretend anymore. I will not judge you."

The blonde sighed, raising her gaze to look at the ocean, not wanting to look at that moment at her friend.

"I feel mad, angry. I want to scream. I want to cry. I'm tired of people that don't care about me. They all make a point when you make mistakes but when you do something good, I don't hear anything. It's frustrating." Caro opened up. Her voice is getting raspy to hold her emotion in.

The brunette grabbed with her other hand the other lead and hugged her friend by her shoulders. It's shocking to see Caro in this state, usually she is a calm person. That summer, even if the two are teammates in the same club, Ingrid felt more connected with Caro than ever.

"You know. I talked about it with you all during our stay in Australia. I was thinking of letting the national team after the world cup. I spoke with Mapi too, and something I admire about her is that she will fight until the end, even if she loses important tournaments if that means that the girls would come behind her, have better rights and conditions." Ingrid explained. "I'm going to let the national team."

This time Caro looked at her, not surprised by her choice of words, it was for her firmness. The determination on her eyes.

"Do you not think about it? To let the national team? I mean until the people who were involved and take us seriously, get out. If they are there, I don't want to be with them." Ingrid inquires, explaining her exit from the national team.

Caro looks at Curro again, the cat playing playfully with the other two cats. Of course it passed for her mind to let the national team. She knows what Ingrid means when talking about Mapi's part, she is with Y/N and is fighting for the same thing.

"Yes, I thought about it. Actually I'm struggling about going out or staying." Caro started in a low voice, but knowing that Ingrid could hear her. "I talked with my family. They all support me. I... I mentioned it at Y/N briefly, she supports me too, I know that always. But it's a hard topic to talk about... I received a lot of comments from some of the team, like Ana. Well, you know what I'm talking about, because she told you too. I don't know why but I'm scared to talk about it with Y/N. Even knowing that she will never be disappointed or judge me." She explains to Ingrid how she really feels.

"I know why." Ingrid said, squeezing Caro's shoulder. The blonde looks at her curious. "You care a lot about Y/N that you don't want to add your problems to her. You think that she has enough... Am I mistaken?" Ingrid guessed.

Caro blushed because she knew that Ingrid said loudly what the truth is. She heard how Ingrid let out a chuckle.

"Don't worry, venn. In some way it's cute... But you need to tell her about your emotions, you can't keep it until you can't hold it anymore." The brunette advised.

•••

"You're too quiet tonight." Y/N hummed alongside Caro on the bed. She leaned more on her neck and kissed it.

The blue eyed woman passed her right arm by Y/N's midsection, embracing her and kiss her head.

"I'm just thinking..." Caro admitted, playing with Y/N's hair.

It was dark in the room, any light coming into it, but Y/N raised her head to look at her, making Caro snort for that gesture.

"About...?" Y/N questioned in a whisper, playing now with Caro's old shirt.

The blonde passes both hands for her face, sighing. "About my situation in my national team and how to talk about it with you." She explained, putting her left hand behind her head.

A moment of silence passed, Y/N thinking what she can say. "Well, I know how it is... And how your role was." Y/N started in a low voice. "Caro... I'm proud of you. How you stand up for your beliefs... For your teammates. You felt humiliated for your coach and nobody deserved that... You apologized because you know what happens. When I saw that photo of you crying... I feel impotent. You, of all people, don't deserve how they treat you." Y/N finished to say.

This time Caro let her tears roll for her cheeks. It's hard all the stuff that she and her teammates passed that summer. She felt bad too because she kept it to herself and did not share all the details before with Y/N.

Y/N senses that Caro is crying and lets her. She reincorporated, brushing with her fingers her blonde hair that was on display on the pillow.

"Sorry for not telling you it before..." Caro said, wiping her tears. "You have so much on your head and I don't want to be a nuisance. I promise that it will change and I will open to you." The Spanish couldn't resist hugging her. Caro hugged her too, hiding her head on Y/N's chest.

"It's okay... You can tell me when you're ready, don't feel pressured. Take your time. I'm just asking to not let me out about how you feel." Y/N explained, kissing her head.

The Norwegian nodded. "Vale. I'm going to let the national team, like Ingrid." She said, telling her for the first time what she wanted to do.

"And I will be here, supporting you just like you support me. And if in the future you want to come back, I will be proud of you just like now." Y/N said softly.

"Jeg elsker deg." Caro said with love, raising her head and giving her a chaste kiss on her lips.

"Yo también te quiero." Y/N said after the kiss, smiling. "Also, you don't send photos about the kids at the beach." She added, reminding.

Caro rolled her eyes, giggling for her girlfriend's antics.

[autumnleaffay]

The Kvikk way into his heart

Denmark was practically buzzing in this seat. The flight attendant gave him a quick glance but went back to the safety demonstrations, probably thinking that he was simply scared of flying.

But Denmark wasn't scared of flying, he existed long before the dream of flying gave the humans the will to make it reality. He was simply excited to visit Norway.

This turnaround Norway has decided against living in Oslo or it's surrounding areas, instead he chose a living place further north, in a small town named Røra.

Every few years the personified nations will have to move around, in order to avoid detection by the people living around them. Denmark himself is currently living in Skive, a relatively small 20k city in Midtjylland. Still a lot more than the barely 500 people in Røra.

Norway had always loved the quiet places, secluded and alone. He only ever needed his family to be happy and Sweden was just a car ride away, Finland and Iceland reachable by plane. Same goes for Denmark himself.

Denmark hadn't told Norway about his visit. Maybe the more northern nation would get angry, but than can easily be changed.

The plane couldn't land quickly enough for him. Excitement buzzing through his body.

Denmark was rushing from the Trondheim airport to it's conjoined train station asfast as possible.

Normally he would have grabbed some alcohol from the duty free, after all it was cheaper there than in the rest of the country, but there was no time. He didn't wanted to miss the first train out.

He hadn't even noticed that his phone was still in airplane mode until he checked up his ticket for the train.

3 missed calls from Norway. The other nation has of course felt his presence upon entering the country.

Denmark opens the joint chat.

From Norway: Dan, why?

From Norway: Could you answer your phone?

From Norway: I have checked the flight schedules. I know that your not on the flight to Oslo at 13:50, or the one to Bergen at 14:00. Which leaves the 13:35 to Trondheim. Also the most logical, considering my current location.

From Norway: If you don't answer soon I'll just go hiking and you won't find me.

From Norway: Dan

From Denmark: Forgot to turn of flight mode!

From Denmark: I'll make it up to you! Promise!

The Regional train 70 was continuing on its way up north. A good infrastructure, Norway was very proud of his achievements and Denmark understood that.

To long had Norway been controlled and suppressed by him and Sweden alike. But now he stood tall, taller than his former controlling powers do.

Oil, Money, the strongest Retirement Fund, the Nobel Peace price and so much more.

Denmark loves the Trøndelag Region. The massive fjord, the mountains, the reginal dialect.

Norway's personality seems to change depending on the part where he lived. Olso made him both more open and uptight, rushing to be on time. Bergen gave him that dry humour. Stavanger made him reserved.

And Trøndelag? They made him the best of all worlds. The adventurous hiker, the outgoing person when the right moment called, the reserved one in the next, the humour, Sneaky.

The train reached Røra Station. Denmark was the only one to get off, he didn't care. He already had his goal in mind.

Brunpris was not close to the train station and even further away than Norway's current residents. But he won't be needing a lot of time there.

He made his way to the chocolate aisle without looking at any other produce.

15 nok a piece. How many would become suspicious? He had a 200 nok bill in his pocket. 13? That would leave him with 5 nok, but the number was off putting.

9.

The cashier had given him a slightly confused look, but did not say a word. Perfectly Norwegian fashion.

Denmark excited the Store and made his way up the road again. Norway's home was further away, tugged neatly into the nature of his land.

The house was simple, only two rooms, and open kitchen and living room. An additional shed for wood and Norway's skis, currently stored up due to the early autumn weather. Soon the snow will fall again. Soon his Norway will disappear into the mountains for hours, days, just to ski up and down his mountains.

Taped to the door was a note, written in the old runes. A smile spread over Denmark's face, he loved the way they had their own little world when using the old runes. He placed the luggage at the backside of the house, not like it will get taken here in Norway and headed out forward the forest.

Nature was calm, but mighty, a perfect picture of his loved one. The further you walk into it the harder the terrain gets, the the deeper you get in his heart, the rougher he becomes. Within the thickness of the moss and woodland still lies beauty, he will cherish you and protect you.

The trees become closer together, sometimes he will hug you an not let go, even when it's hard to breathe. It's midday but the sun barely cast it's light through the trees, he has been hurt so often during the past, by others and by the ones he loves.

It feels like you are the only soul here, but see there are animals all around you and if you listen closely, even the the nisse and trolls will hush around.

He looks ethereal, the hair in it's soft waves, the clip still placed in his hair. The eyes closed, face looking up into non existing sunlight.

Old, but still young.

Broken, but still hole.

Controlled for so long, but always been free.

He kneeled down before his lover, his heart, his dearest, his kærlighed.

Norway looked down at Denmark, who smiled up at him.

"Hei.", he said, his voice soft.

Denmark's smile grew wider: "Hej!"

With a swift movement he reached into his jacket and pulled out his surprise.

"Kvikk Lunsj?"

The excited giggle woke up the forest.

~~~~~~

The base for this is the Norwegians absolute love for chocolate and especially for Kvikk lunsj!

Kvikk lunsj, mean quick lunch/snack and is a chocolate bar perfect for hiking and out doors. That's one of the reasons, why Norwegians love it, they associate it with the outdoors and nature.

Important note! Kvikk lunsj is not KitKat! Don't compare it! (If you do, Kvikk lunsj is better, trust me)

Also I decided on the number 9 because it's considered a lucky number for wealth in Norwegian folklore.

Links, if you want to read about the Norwegians and their chocolate yourselves!

https://sunnygandara.com/chocolate-in-norway-now-and-then/

https://norwegianfoodstore.com/blogs/news/kvikk-lunsj-the-iconic-norwegian-chocolate?srsltid=AfmBOopEEJgis-PnCYEAcVUwaNTXuNwhFlTisqR5o3Cz4Gl2QN5roOXD

https://sottyreview.wordpress.com/2015/01/04/lucky-and-unlucky-numbers-from-around-the-world/

[gemsandheroes]

Incredible fact I found out, Petter Kristian Kyvik, a Norwegian hero who injured 4 commies when he bombed a train headed to one of their rallies all the way back in 1979 is essentially a tccer. He got forced to leave the courthouse where Anders Breivik’s trial was taking place while still wearing NatSoc symbols. (It’s Norway so of course the justice system is so soft and cucked you can injure people in bombings but as long as you don’t kill anyone you’re probably gonna get parole eventually). He went to see his life’s work with his unsuccessful and unnotable attempt fulfilled in the other Norwegian mogger of leftists.

[norwegianoslo]

Norwegian grammar challenge: can you write a sentence using a modal verb without another verb? Write it in comments

[haviksiv]

[miniaturedelusionreview]

I often feel like I don't have a language. I speak Norwegian, of course, and I kind of have a dialect, but I don't speak this dialect fluently. I never did. I was not born around here, and I have lived in Trondheim, Alta, and Oslo. As a kid, I lived in Sweden. People are proud of their dialect and that they belong here, but I am not. I am a foreigner, and I don't feel like I belong. The smaller the place, the harder it is to fit in. I moved here to get closer to home, but I never felt more lost. I forgot that I never really liked the place that I grew up in. I just wanted to go home, but home to what? It was never anything there for me. The years roll by, and slowly, you get a bit rooted. It's nothing wrong with the place I live in. It's a nice place in many ways but when you haven't been able to create your own family and you end up alone out in the country, in a small place where most people have their gang, well, it ain't so fun. You don't speak the language, and you have no anchor... you suck at getting friends. You can only dream about getting a boyfriend. It's me, of course. Me and my ways. I end up living here on tumblr in English to get away from my dialect and to be a part of something bigger. In Norwegian, I am more or less mute.

[sweethearts4you]

UPDATE ON FRIDAY MAANUM

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Saw her national team friend collapse before her eyes: - Scary, disgusting and uncomfortable

Guro Reiten was close by when Frida Maanum suddenly fell over during the league cup final. The experience put a real dent in the Chelsea player.

- I wasn't that far away. I was out on the pitch. When things like that happen, it's very scary and dramatic. Those minutes will be long, but luckily it's going very well, says Guro Reiten to NRK.

In the national team, Chelsea's Reiten and Arsenal's Maanum are good teammates. But during Sunday's cup final, they were fierce rivals in pursuit of one of English football's biggest trophies.

When Maanum suddenly fell over on the grass, however, all temporary rivalry was put aside. Instead, a deep uneasiness filled Reiten, who turned and walked away from the scene.

- She gets the best treatment she can from those around her. The rest of us stay away. We have nothing to do there. You just go and hope and believe that it will go well. And it did. It's scary, disgusting and uncomfortable, she says.

- What goes through your head?

- Many strange things. Football becomes unimportant, first and foremost. There were a few long minutes there.

The mother with a health update

Maanum's collapse occurred in overtime of Sunday's final. She was taken off the pitch on a stretcher with an oxygen mask over her face.

Earlier on Tuesday, Maanum's mother gave a long-awaited update on her daughter's health status.

- Frida will take more tests today. There is nothing to indicate that there is something seriously wrong, says mother Liz-Heidi Leonhardsen to NRK.

It is still unclear whether Maanum will join the upcoming national team gathering. Norway's national team manager Gemma Grainger informs NRK that they hope to make a decision during Tuesday.

- I don't know the results of the tests, but I hope for an answer soon. Because we hope to make a decision tonight about what is best to do regarding Frida. We hope for positive responses, says the coach.

Reiten's message to Maanum

Arsenal won the final 1–0 and became cup champions. Shortly after the match they brought good news and conveyed by Maanum was conscious.

- There is nothing to suggest that she is not in as good shape now as she was before Sunday's game. It was of course dramatic when it happened, and you think the worst, but now I am calm and believe that this will go well, says mother Leonhardsen.

After the match, Reiten sent a message to Maanum.

- I wrote that she scared us, but that I hoped it went well and that she had to take care of herself.

- And you got an answer?

- Yes, quite quickly. So it was pleasant, Reiten smiles.

Grainger watched the match on TV. From the time Maanum hit the ground, it took 15 minutes before she received an uplifting update on the health of the national team player. Those minutes were almost unbearable, says Grainger.

- It was awful.

Undecided about the national team meeting

Maanum is still with the club team Arsenal in London. It is not certain that she will join Norway's national team squad before this week's EC qualification.

The NFF confirms this to NRK.

- We have a close dialogue, but no decision has been made, media officer Henning Sverdrup tells NRK.

- As long as everything is fine with Frida and I know that she is followed up in the best possible way with tests and everything she has to go through... if she is doing that well, then of course I hope to see her here, says Reiten.

The Norwegian national team gathered in Oslo on Monday.

Qualification for the European Championship in 2025 for Norway starts on Friday at home against Finland, before there is an away game against the Netherlands next Tuesday.

[redarmy-official]

I mean, think about it.

Every time you say something about/regarding Red Leader, it sounds like you're speaking from experience, not to mention even with the weird thing you do to your voice in the audio files you still kind of sound like him.

How would you know all this stuff about Red Leader? From what I've heard, he's a private guy, so like, why's he telling some random PR intern anything?

I mean, all of this is subjective, of course, but idk man

Just seems suspicious to me

I'm not exactly an intern, I just work from home.

Red Leader and I communicate on a regular basis so I can give updates effectively and accurate to the blog.

I am Norwegian. As are a majority of the members of this army, though it does have many people from many different places in it, hence why I sound somewhat like him! We're both from Oslo and have very similar accents.

Also I'm a friend of his! I've been a part of the army essentially since it's birth, he's just given me a job that suits me better than any soldier groundwork.

Also I'm LITERALLY TEXTING HIM RIGHT NOW.

He told me to post this.

[autumnmylife]

Harriet Backer (Norwegian painter) 1845 - 1932 Thorvald Boecks Bibliotek (The Library of Thorvald Boeck), 1902 oil on canvas

Nasjonalmuseet for Kunst, Arkitektur og Design, Oslo, Norway © photo Nasjonalmuseet for Kunst, Arkitektur og Design

Harriet Backer achieved recognition in her own time and was a pioneer among female artists both in the Nordic countries and in Europe generally. She is best known for her detailed interior scenes, communicated with rich colors and moody lighting.

Backer was born to an affluent family in Holmestrand in Vestfold county, Norway. She was the sister of pianist Agathe Backer Grøndahl. At 12, she moved with her family to Christiania (now Oslo) where she took lessons in drawing and painting, notably with Joachim Calmeyer. She studied with Johan Fredrik Eckersberg (1861–65) and with Norwegian theologian and artist Christen Brun (1828-1917) and attended the painting school of Knud Bergslien (1871–74). Later, she was a student of Eilif Peterssen and Léon Bonnat. She studied in Munich (1874-1878) and was associated with Madame Trélat's art school in Paris. Backer lived in Paris (1878-1888). She traveled extensively throughout Europe as a companion to her sister, the pianist Agathe Backer-Grøndahl, and she took further lessons in the course of these trips. She studied in Paris and Munich, and was influenced by impressionism, though her work is mostly classified as realist. She never belonged to any school but her work is often compared with that of her friend Eilif Peterssen. Harriet Backer worked in the tradition of realism in painting, where she is regarded as both a naturalist and an early impressionist. From 1889-1912, she operated an art school and was an influence on a number of younger artists including Marie Hauge, Lars Jorde and Henrik Lund. She also gave art lessons to the novelist Cora Sandel. Harriet Backer won a silver medal at the Exposition Universelle (1889) and received the King's Medal of Merit in Gold (Kongens fortjenstmedalje i gull) in 1908. She was a member of Nordlendingenes Forening and in 1912 he was awarded the Petter Dass Metal (Petter Dass-medaljen). Several of the largest museums and art collections in Norway have pictures of Harriet Backer, including the National Museum of Art, Architecture and Design, Bergen Museum, and Rasmus Meyers Collection at the Bergen Museum of Art.

[fictionfromafar]

Son by Johana Gustawsson & Thomas Enger

Orenda Books

Publication Date: 13 March 2025

Son is the first novel in an exciting collaboration between Swedish based French author Johana Gustawsson & Norwegian crime writer Thomas Enger. Expectations would be high as I’ve read and enjoyed books by both novelists before, including those that Enger wrote with Jørn Lier Horst. Of course, with a combined creation, you can never know who wrote what, but certainly the creation of central character Kari Voss gives the book a distinctive feature. Rather than being a police detective or a private investigator, Voss is a memory and body language specialist. Her skills have been recognised by her local police force in Oslo. She is often brought into interviews; particularly when the officers want to gage if someone is lying. While we see those skills in operation in the police station, we also learn of Voss’ impressions when she encounters people in her everyday life.

Voss, who was widowed when her husband perished in a house fire, is still lamenting the disappearance of her 9-year-old son, 7 years earlier. When she is contacted by her main contact in the force Chief Constable Ramona Norum, she is shocked to find the brutal murder of two teenagers - these victims were once classmates, indeed friends of her missing son. There is a lot pressing on the result of the investigation, as the victims were the daughters of famous people while their beautiful faces appear on the cover of very newspaper.

Enough about the case not only ensures that Kari Voss assists the police in her usual way, but also having knowledge of the families, she is also determined to carry out some investigations of her own. Yet that lying radar she has appears to suggest that nobody is telling the truth. You would never know that this book has been written by two different authors, in two different languages (sadly the translators are not credited on my promo copy) Gustawsson & Enger weave a tight narrative which leaves plenty of surprises for both the reader and our principal narrator.

Son is a very promising start to a new series and certainly offers plenty of potential for sequels or indeed prequels. It will be fascinating to see where Kari Voss will take them!

The blurb:

Expert on body language and memory, and consultant to the Oslo Police, psychologist Kari Voss sleepwalks through her days, and, by night, continues the devastating search for her young son, who disappeared on his birthday, seven years earlier.

Still grieving for her dead husband and trying to pull together the pieces of her life, she is thrust into a shocking local investigation, when two teenage girls are violently murdered in a family summer home in the nearby village of Son.

When a friend of the victims is charged with the barbaric killings, it seems the case is closed, but Kari is not convinced. Using her skills and working on instinct, she conducts her own enquiries, leading her to multiple suspects, including people who knew the dead girls well…

With the help of Chief Constable Ramona Norum, she discovers that no one – including the victims – are what they seem. And that there is a dark secret at the heart of Son village that could have implications not just for her own son’s disappearance, but Kari's own life, too…

ABOUT JOHANA GUSTAWSSON & THOMAS ENGER

Known as the Queen of French Noir, Johana Gustawsson is one of France's most highly regarded, award-winning crime writers, recipient of the prestigious Cultura Ligue de l`Imaginaire Award for her gothic mystery Yule Island. Number-one bestselling books include Block 46, Keeper, Blood Song and her historical thriller, The Bleeding. Johana lives in Sweden with her family.

A former journalist, Thomas Enger is the number-one bestselling author of the Henning Juul series and, with co-author Jørn Lier Horst, the international bestselling Blix & Ramm series, and one of the biggest proponents of the Nordic Noir genre. He lives in Oslo. Rights to Johana and Thomas’ books have been sold to a combined fifty countries and, for the first time, two crime writers, from two different countries, writing in two different languages, have joined forces to create an original series together.

[alarrytale]

The only other “fans” talking about it are harries though. They have no love for Louis or concern for his health. Of course they are going to push the worst theory possible. Plus they know literally nothing about Louis and state the most easily disapproved things about him regularly. Louies know that Louis performed at a festival in Vienna this year and could easily have stayed in a luxury resort before or after. We have also seen an ottoman with a cosy white throw cover at the Barnet house. What’s more likely? An incredibly private Louis posting his trip to rehab on social media or him taking a pen from a hotel he stayed in.

Hi, anon!

No, the theory was started by larries. It's us larries who are trained to see connections and see beyond face value. It's us that's trained by H and L to read between the lines.

Louis seeking help to deal with his issues are not "the worst theory possible". I agree with you that the most likely thing is that he's in London and had the pen because of a previous stay at the hotel. Aaaaand you said the P-word, which is triggering for me. If Louis ever went to a facility to deal with his issues, i don't see why he wouldn't be open about it or at least give hints about it. His sister was open about it, Liam was as well, and he's been open about his vulnerabilities before. I don't think it's unlikely that L would ever seek help, i just don't think you can base it off of a single pen. It's wishful thinking. There is a difference.

Anyways, since everyone seems bored and making up theories based on a pen, why don't we play a little game this fine Sunday to change the subject.

Go find your pens, and tell me your occupation, your location, and other fun fake stuff about you based off of some of your random pens in your possession. Let's see how ridiculous we can get.

Ps. Obviously don't reveal anything that's true about you, we are on the internet.

I'll start! Here are my randomly picked pens.

I work at "Nasjonal sikkerhetsmyndighet" which is the The Norwegian National Security Authority (lmaoo as if...).

I'm currently at Hotel Bristol in Oslo, or Parkinn or Reenskaug hotel (who knows where that is) 🙈.

In my time off i like to visit Freizeitbad in Reinbeck, Germany for a refreshing swim (i assume that's a community pool thingy? I had to google)

And i'm an Arsenal supporter! (That last thing is actually true and the only pen (it's actually a pencil) that i bought myself).

[saintmeghanmarkle]

A palate cleanser by u/Mickleborough

A palate cleanser Diplomatic dressing made simple.This is from the (then) Cambridges’ 4-day tour of Sweden and Norway in 2018. In Norway William and Kate watched ski jumping at the Holmenkollen Ski Jump in Oslo, where they also participated at an event organised by the Norwegian Ski Federation.Such wholesomeness. (And the fur trim on Kate’s gloves is faux - the gloves are thought to be from British middle-class department store John Lewis.)Kate looks Kjus right in an orange (which could pass for red) and white jacket from Norwegian brand Kjus (co-founded by a Swede, so she‘s paid homage to both host countries with 1 jacket. William’s in blue. Both together make up the colours of the Norwegian flag.Kate was 7 months pregnant in that photo.Then we have Harry and Meghan at Whistler in Canada.This screams Bakersfield outlet shopping.Meghan, a fan of Canada (‘they’re [her website (cough) designer] Canadian, so I’m a fan’) pays homage to Canada by, er... Well, she’s got it 1/3 right, with the white skinny jeans. [Not a good look on you, Meghan love. Seriously.] No red, as per maple leaf on flag. Jacket by Calvin Klein - American. Ditto CO jumper, Frame Jeans, and Sorel boots (Sorel originally was founded in Ontario, but is now owned by an American company). Burberry (as in her beanie) is British (you know, racists).As for Harry - guess it’s rough sleeper chic.Saw a headline along the lines of ‘Meghan wears 10-year-old boots - just like Kate!’, which might explain the boots. Kate too has worn Sorel (of course, she doesn’t have a monopoly on it, the way Meghan’s fans think Meghan has a monopoly on Aquazurra shoes).What I can’t figure out is: Why isn’t Meghan wearing gloves? Let’s say the temperature was 33 F / 1 C (erring on the side of warm). Isn’t that glove weather? People around them seem to think so. But then gloves would cover her finger ornaments, including the newly discovered engagement ring (something about a loose stone which apparently took 9 months to re-set). Bet she made Harry go without gloves (notice he has his free hand in his pocket, maybe to comfort todger) so that she wouldn’t look an idiot holding his gloved hand in her bare one.Meghan also wore Diana’s gold watch. Wouldn’t wearing metal next to your skin in cold weather be, well, cold? post link: https://ift.tt/wR6CAPu author: Mickleborough submitted: February 15, 2024 at 11:47PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit