The Bags are Packed, We're Ready to Go!

Nov 09, 2011 22:39

The flight was only a little shorter than the one they'd taken to Helsinki some months before, but this was characterized dominantly by napping, between watching bits and pieces of Star Wars. (Poor Eduard, he missed so many scenes... every time he got talking about it Gilbert suddenly had to go to the bathroom again... oye ( Read more... )

eeva, sweden, linus snellman!?

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berwaldsverige November 10 2011, 21:37:55 UTC
Berwald chuckled at the "grilling" of Linus. Hey if HE had to endure it, so did he. He was just waiting for Eeva to start in on Gilbert, now that was going to be a fun showdown.

It was just getting dark and the temperature was dropping for the night when they arrived at the resort and Berwald paused only long enough at the check in desk to get everyone's keys for their cabins. Warm rustic period clothing and Food was awaiting everyone in their "huts" to be cooked on their own fires (which were already burning to warm up the space for them according to the manager on duty who was fawning over Berwald or rather Berwald's MONEY. He was at their beck and call for the next three weeks, they were the ONLY residents of the resort other than the guides who lived her year round.)

They had to walk the last quarter mile into the "settlement" so Berwald parked their van at the main lodge after he checked in and with the Manager leading the way with a torch he lead them to their circa 920 Viking Village.

There was a long house where they could fix group meals together at one end of the "village", there was a cold house to store meat, a working blacksmith's forge (Where they would get their weapons in the morning), and community larder house (to protect them from Bears or Wolves this deep in the forest) and then all their Huts spaced around in a large circle. Far enough away from each other to be private but close enough for safety and security.

The larger homes were obviously those of the staff who would be guiding them and making sure paying customers didn't kill themselves.

Berwald grinned as he passed out everyone's room "keys" which were basically just sticks to hold the doors shut with cabin names on them.

He and Tino were in the Johanna Cabin and he grabbed his "wife's" hand.

"Let's get changed into warmer clothes and get started cooking, I'm famished and we don't have much light left tonight." Berwald said leading Tino toward the cabin to change into VIKING GEAR to start their adventure.

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tino_suomi November 11 2011, 02:00:35 UTC
"This place is amazing." Tino breathed, though quite interested in getting into some warmer clothes, and was amazed to find the clothes that they were going to wear were rather period. He ran his hand along the linen undertunic and brushed his fingers against the heavy wool overtunic as well. "Oh this is gonna be so warm." He purred, pulling the woolen tunic up to his face to take in the smell of the fibers. Oh and there were wool socks too? All the better!

"I wonder if Eeva's going to be wearing a hangerock?" He chortled.

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berwaldsverige November 11 2011, 02:34:44 UTC
"I think they are giving her an option and have both male and female clothes for her in her cabin." Berwald said as he got into much warmer homespun and dropped a fluffy fur-lined hat on Tino's head.

Berwald thought he never saw anything more adorable and edible right at that moment.

"Come on, let's get food started before I ravish you in here." Berwald grumbled heading back out to the longhouse to fill his VIKING!BELLY!

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tino_suomi November 11 2011, 02:47:12 UTC
He pushed the hat back onto his head to make sure it was on straight as he bounced to get the toggles of his soft leather boots pushed through their loops before dashing behind Berwald.

"When we get back from dinner, I'm going to have to wrap my shins... these trousers are baggy on me." He had the waist string pulled good and tight, so those weren't the problem, simply that the bottom hem dragged against the ground. He rolled them up before they could get caught on anything. "Are we all eating in the hall together or just privately tonight?" He questioned, amusing himself with looking at Berwald's clothing. Some pictures were going to have to be taken of them so the families could see the goofiness. Eduard must be within his LARPing element and Mads was probably hornier than a bull seeing Siguard in garments from this particular era.

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berwaldsverige November 11 2011, 02:53:04 UTC
"Together probably most nights, it will be easier and we do that at home anyway." Berwald said looking at the huge cauldron hanging over a big fire and he realized he had no clue how to cook with just one massive pot.

"I really hope you know what you're doing with the food my fine Viking!wife, cause I sure as hell don't." Berwald said chuckling and sitting down OUT of the way as they waited for everyone to join them in the longhouse.

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tino_suomi November 11 2011, 04:17:00 UTC
It didn't take long before Mads, dressed in a red tunic (he'd nixed the hat as the chill currently wasn't bothering him) came in leading Siguard (who seemed to be prepared to dress fully for the chill as he was even wearing a cloak) piled in with Eeva (wearing a hangerock) and Linus (who looked too long for these clothes as well, but without his hat on it was now apparent that his hair was a sandy blonde... ... but was a white-boy fro.

"Voi luoja." Tino snickered. Trying not to stare at the mop that was atop young Snellman's head.

Siguard was immediately drawn to the cauldron, running his eyes over the black iron of it. "That is a handsome cauldron." he offered a small smile.

"Well, I know what I'll be getting you for your birthday then." The Dane smiled as well, coming up behind his love and pressing his lips to the Norwegian's cheek.

Eeva hiked up her skirts and came over to it as well to inspect the cooking area. "Magnificent. This shouldn't be too different from camp cooking with our Mummis." She clucked to Tino with a smile as she rolled up her sleeves. "Eduard and Gil aren't here, but we might as well get started while we wait for them. Now the first rule of living as a clan and cooking is that if you wanna eat you have to work. Now, Tino, you're going to run to the cold house and the larder and bring back ingredients. Berwald, you're going to go down to the lake and bring back water. If we're going to make stew we need water. Mads, your task is making sure we have enough firewood to keep the fire stoked. There's some already chopped, you just have to keep it stacked close at hand. Siguard, when Tino gets back you can man the cauldron, I can tell you're in love with it. I'll brown meat in that big iron skillet before we put it in. Best to cook meat before throwing it in the stew. Linus, when Gil and Eduard get here you guys will handle washing and peeling potatoes and vegetables. Everyone got their jobs?" She smiled, but Tino was already gone. He knew his job, he was off to do it with no questions.

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darth_eduard November 11 2011, 09:14:54 UTC
"Alright...I'm...here..." Eduard huffed and panted as he came to a halt amidst the group. He was well done up in his period garments and furs, albeit with a pair of glasses on his face. His hair was also fairly rumpled and his outfit was somewhat askew, matching quite well the rosy hue of his cheeks. He'd rushed to school in much the same fashion (except for period accurate viking clothing) on many a morning, and if it weren't for the fact that it was himself doing it, he would laugh at the Cosmo Kramer-esque repeat entrance. "So what did I miss so far?"

Moments later and smug and very confident looking albino came sauntering down the trail from their hut to join the group. He looked every bit the rugged barbarian raider, right down to the red eyes and the berserker grin. "Hmmmmm...three weeks without wurst, cheese, or beer...I think I can survive if we get to go kill something and look this fucking awesome doing it. I mean, really Schwede, you've earned yourself some pretty big bonus points for all this." Trademark Gilbert. Completely missing the situation at hand and going with whatever he deemed suitable out of what happened to have popped into his mind in the last few minutes.

"Gil, shush. I think we're divvying up jobs for tonight's dinner." Eduard caught his breath and straightened out his clothing as well as his posture and hair. "At least this is a kitchen you three can't trash as badly as you did with your catastrophic meal time mayhem that you made me video tape. It will all mostly be biodegradable to some degree, so I suppose that's a good start already."

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berwaldsverige November 11 2011, 20:21:49 UTC
Berwald hefted two large buckets and set out toward the lake pausing at Gilbert. "There is Cheese. Bonhost, Herrgårdsost, Hushållsost, Prästost, and Västerbottensost will either be aging in the larder or ready to eat in the cold house. Some may even be smoking in the smoke house. We're Swedes here, of course there is at least cheese. I bet you'll find plenty of REAL KORV probably made from wild boar hanging in the smoke house too. We're all from Germanic roots rövhål." Berwald said rolling his eyes at the German who thought in only three food groups. Korv, ost and öl. (Sausage, Cheese and Beer.) Before heading off toward the lake to fill his burden and bring back water to dump into the barrels in the long house.

He might as well fill those to the brim, that would be drinking water for them as needed, might as well do the chore properly.

It took almost an hour to make all those trips with just two buckets, but at least the barrels were full, the food cooking and he had earned his supper tonight from heavy labor.

It felt good.

The torches were all burning merrily and the hearth was blazing and insets were buzzing in the grass, cooking meat smelled awesome, he was HUNGRY.. But he'd be a good Viking and sit until "the wives" finished the meal.

He watched his own Viking!bride shuffling about with Siguard and Eeva around the cook pot.

Life was *GOOD*.

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tino_suomi November 12 2011, 02:41:04 UTC
"Are you sure this isn't going to be too much?" Eeva asked, tossing the browned meat into the cauldron that Siguard was stirring. (He was loving the proximity to the fire, the little warmth-sucking leech.)

The Norwegian and Finn answered in unison. "No."

Siguard added: "If anything, we're going to have to serve bread in addition, these men eat more than you'd think."

"Oh my."

"Oh yes."

Linus just chuckled over there, peeling potatoes with a knife (it looked like an awkward endeavor for him as his hands were so big and he was trying to peel a rather small potato.) "I never ate much, work always distracted me, since I started dating Eeva though I've gained ten pounds."

"Because I feed you and make sure you eat." she chortled, waving a wooden spoon in his direction. "So Eduard, you having fun over there peeling and chopping carrots?" She teased, snatching a piece of carrot from the Eesti and popping it in her mouth. Eeva was like Tino, she tasted everything while cooking.

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darth_eduard November 12 2011, 22:54:12 UTC
When Eeva stole a piece of the pile of carrots he had been chopping, Eduard flung a peel at her with his tonuge stuck out in a cheeky bit of retaliation. "You and Gil both! Is this your sneaky way of getting carrots left out of the meal? I've got one of you stealing pieces and one of you trying to molest me. What the H?" He laughed, straightening his glasses before returning to dicing the vegetables.

Gilbert had been strangely quiet since the last time Eduard had swatted his hand away, but when Eduard finished horsing around with Eeva, he turned back around, tapping his boyfriend on the shoulder. "Hey birdie. How about this awesome mustache?" What Eduard was met with when he looked up at Gilbert was his pasty albino boyfriend with a bright orange handlebar mustache fashioned out of carrot peels.

"Gilbert! You are such a nohik!" Eduard exclaimed, nearly dropping his knife. His expression of shock and 'wtf???' didn't last long though before being replaced by a fond smile as he modestly leaned over to place a kiss on Gilbert's cheek.

"So, E," Eduard nudged Eeva with an elbow as he worked his way through the mound of carrots as methodically as a construction droid on mechis III. "How come I couldn't sense the disturbance in the force when you managed to get a boyfriend? How on earth did it happen anyway? Details, girl, details."

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