The Viking Luna

Chapter 5

I went in the kitchen and started baking some buns and real danish danishes. I've heard that pastry is often called "a danish" in the states, but I've also heard that it's not as good, as we actually make them in Denmark.

While I baked, I put on the radio and started humming and swinging my butt to the music. Soon a whole plate with buns, and a whole plate with danishes was in the oven. Then I cleaned the kitchen, poured myself a cup of coffee and opened the frontdoor to sit on the porch in the sun.

When I sat there, listening to the forest sounds and enjoying a little bunny jumping around 20 meters away, sipping my lovely coffee, and smelling the delicious smell off my bakerys in the air, I suddenly saw a huge wolf approcing the bunny. Now there are wolfs in Denmark, not many, but it looked nothing like a normal wolf. This one looked like a wolf from the fairytale storys. Huge, grey and somehow intelligent. I just sat there, in awe over this huge, beatiful creature. When it suddenly turned its head, with a blink of the eye, and looked straight at me. I just stiffened. It looked surpriced. And then it ran of. I exhaled the air, I didn't know I was holding in.

I looked around the beautiful forest and was a little intimidated, I didn't know what I was thinking coming here and thinking I was just going to live in the forest and walking around without wild dangerous animals. What about bears? I thought to myself.

I ate my breakfast (at the kitchen counter) when it knocked on the door again. I went over and opened it slowly.

"Will?" "Hi Hannah, I just wanted to make sure you have everything you need?"

"Ehh.. Yes, just like two hours ago, I'm all covered?" Will just stood there looking at me like he wanted to say something but didn't know how, and then he sniffed up in the air "WHAT is that smell? That's delicoius! Can I taste it?" before I could answer, Will walked past me and started eating my danishes.. Will, this huge man at 190 cm. with arms as big as my thighs, are now standing, in "my" hut. Eating what I made. Yum. He looks good. I sat across him at the kitchen island and looked at him eating.. And eating. "Where do you live Will?" he stiffened, with a danish half to his mouth in the air, and the mouth half open, ready to take a bite. "Well I live here, in another hut, about 30 min. away from here" "Oh.. Okay. Is there many wolfs here? I just saw a giant one chasing a bunny outside" Will slammed his head in one of the pans hanging from the ceiling and shouted "YOU SAW WHAT?" then he looked at me wildly and his eyes started to blurr and then went back to its normal color again. "I've got to go" then he ran outside and slammed the door.

"Well that was weird" I said to myself. What is this place?