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| Lucifer's Angel | August 2, 2008, 8:55 am Post #421 |
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This is the museum they visit: Viking Ship Museum Chapter 105 They finished breakfast and left the hotel. It was a pleasant summer day, a slight breeze coming in from the fjord. Only a few wispy clouds were in the dazzling blue sky, the streets crowded with pedestrians, tourists and people on their way to work. "Just stay close, we have to take a ferry, the museum is on the other side of the fjord", he said. It was only a few minutes walk to the ferry dock. A small trim white ferry bobbed gently on the clear blue water, the red, white and blue Norwegian flag waving proudly on the breeze. They bought tickets and sat down on a bench to wait. The sun shone on the water, bouncing off the surface. Seagulls squawked overhead, swooping down to catch crumbs of bread thrown by the passengers. The briny scent of fish and sea water hung over them, the tiny green islands of the fjord like emeralds on the placid water. Natalya sat close to him so their bodies were touching, hip to hip, arm to arm. Shane brushed her hair away from her face, marveling at its softness. She wore jeans and a pink blouse with sneakers on her feet, while he wore jeans and Pantera shirt, his hair loose to his shoulders. Some of the older people smiled at them, thinking they were a sweet couple. The ferry horn blasted as the passengers boarded. "It's a short ride, but you're gonna love it", he enthused, taking her hand and leading her onboard. The small boat started up and leisurely made it's way across the fjord. The tiny green islands passed by, so close it felt as though one could reach out and grab a branch of the trees. The ferry docked twenty minutes later. "The big museum here is the Viking Ship Museum, but there's also the Folk Museum, the Kon-Tiki Museum, the Fram Museum and a ship museum. We got all day, if we can't make it to the park, today, we'll go tomorrow", he said, leading her to the Viking Ship Musuem. "Onsker de museet i Engelsk for Norsk?", asked the lady behind the information booth. "English tour, please", said Shane. The woman nodded and handed them two tickets, taking their donation. The English tour group was starting to form in the lobby. From the sound of their voices, they appeared to be mostly American and British, with a few French, Germans and other nationalities thrown in. The middle-aged woman in a blue suit came forward. She was a dignified woman in a blue suit, her blond hair cut in a pageboy with little makeup and sensible shoes. "God morgen, I am your guide, Frida. Please follow me, and feel free to ask any questions", she said in her soft Norwegian accent. Frida led them into another room. It was of average size, numerous glass cases holding artifacts. "Here we have artifacts recovered from the Oseberg and Gokstad ships. They were Viking ships recovered from the west side of the Oslofjord over a hundred years ago. You will see them later", she said. Shane and Natalya perused the cases, reading the cards printed in English. "That poor girl", she murmured, reading one of the cards. In one of the ships, archaeologists found the remains of a slave girl who had been killed after having sex with all the master's friends at his funeral. She had been killed and buried to accompany her master in the afterlife. "Yeah, that is creepy", replied Shane, a light shudder going through his body. After everyone had seen the exhibits, Frida led them to the ships themselves. The Gokstad, the Oseberg, and the fragments of the Tune ship were mounted on platforms with viewing benches next to them. Both of them were of dark brown wood, almost black, polished to a dull sheen with wax, their prows rising majestically in the air. "Wow, imagine those ship back in the day. They must have been terrifying", said Shane. "Tak, I agree", said Natalya. She stood on one of the viewing benches and peered inside. Rows of benches were arranged horizontally, the holes in the side showing where the oars would have been. "Excuse me madam, but did Vikings go to Poland?", she asked. Frida smiled kindly at her. "Ja, they were all over the Baltic, they traded with Polish and Russian tribes in Rostock, Germany which was a trading post at the time. Occasionally, Viking traders would purchase slaves from a local Slavic tribe. Some anthropologists say that is why quite a few people in that area have blond hair and blue eyes", she explained. "Does that mean I could have a Viking ancestor?", she asked. "You may very well, you do look very Nordic. Perhaps you can do DNA test, or search through records", she replied. "Very interesting. Dziekuje bardzo, madam", she said graciously. |
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| maisy blue | August 2, 2008, 10:07 am Post #422 |
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OMG, that is so horrible and heartbreaking. I can't even imagine. VERY interesting that Nat might have Nordic blood in her. I'd love to have a DNA test done to see what's going on in me- I know there's Italian and French, but the freckles have always been a puzzle. |
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| Verity | August 2, 2008, 10:44 am Post #423 |
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That poor slave girl. I feel really bad for her. That's horrid the things that used to go on way way way way back in the day. I'm pretty sure that I'm not Nordic. I know that my Grandpa is German but my mom was adopted and isn't sure what she is. I guess I'll just say that I'm American for now.
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| Lucifer's Angel | August 3, 2008, 9:02 am Post #424 |
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Happy Sunday morning, ladies Sorry if the last chapter in the museum freaked you out, but that's just a little history. Viking funerals were really like that, but from what I've read, the slave girls would often volunteer to accompany their masters in the afterlife. Oftentimes, the slave girl would be a concubine of the master, if she were to live, the main wife, who was often jealous of the girl, would have made her life miserable and treat her badly . The slave girl would at least be with her master in Valhalla. And yes, she would have sex with all the master's men at arms, but according to contemporary accounts, she actually liked that part. She would be then given a sort of narcotic so she wouldn't struggle when she was killed, the usual method was a stab to the heart or other vital organs, so death would be quick.As for the Viking influence in Eastern Europe, Swedish Vikings were mostly traders instead of raiders, many did establish trading posts in Poland, the Baltic States and Western Russia. In fact, the name Russia comes from Rus, the word the Slavic tribes used to describe the Swedish traders. Some anthropologists believe that is why people from that part of Eastern Europe (northern Poland, Western Russia, and the Baltic States) have such a high percentage of blonds, compared to southern Poland, and central and eastern Russia, which have more dark-haired people. Of course, there are blond people in that part of Eastern Europe, and dark-haired people in Scandinavia, but that's just a theory. With the history out of the way, here's the next chapter Chapter 106 "Wow, we had a good time today", said Shane, flopping down on the bed. "Tak, and the museums were wonderful. Those costumes in the Folk Museum were so beautiful", she sighed, joining him on the bed. Shane took her into his arms and nuzzled her throat, his fingers tangled in his hair. Natalya snuggled into his embrace. "Yeah, I think you'd look great in a bunad. But don't you have a costume like that at home?", he asked. "Nie, we had to sell it before we left, we needed money. I wish I could find another one", she sighed. "Maybe there's someone in the Bay Area who makes traditional stuff. I'd bet you'd look so beautiful, your hair loose", he murmured, gently untangling her braids. Natalya trembled as his strong fingers unraveled her braids, the soft golden strands shining in the lamplight. "You got gorgeous hair, lalka, it's the color of sunlight", he murmured, burying his face in her hair. "Shane, are we going to be a couple when we get back?", she asked. "Of course, baby doll. I'm not gonna let you go, I'm not gonna let you go, I'm sure your daddy will understand, and Mom is gonna be thrilled", he chuckled, sweeping her hair aside and nuzzling her throat. Natalya moaned softly, the delicate touch of his lips raising goosebumps on her flesh. He briefly lifted his lips and removed her shirt and unclasping her bra. Her breasts spilled free, the soft creamy flesh with its hard pink nipples so tempting to him. Shane removed his own shirt and took her into his arms. He kissed her again and cupped a breast, smiling when he felt her heart beat frantically in anticipation. He filled his palms with her soft flesh, earning a moan from her as her nipples hardened under his touch. His lips fastened onto a breast, his tongue leisurely flicking at a nipple. Natalya mewled in delight as she clutched onto his auburn hair, his lips and tongue suckling on her breasts. The stiff pink buds rose under his tongue, her moans and gasps of delight music to his ears. Shane lifted his face from her breasts and removed her jeans, followed by his. She lay on the bed clad only in her white lace panties, a pink flush on her cheeks and her blond hair loose and wanton. Her eyes widened in shock and delight when he took off his underwear, rejoining her on the bed. Shane kissed her cheek, taking her hand in his. "Touch me, baby doll. He won't bite", he teased. Natalya blushed furiously. She kissed him gently and stroked his hardness. Shane let out a gasp, his eyes narrowed. "That's it, be gentle but take as much time as you want", he said. She nodded, carefully stroking him. Shane groaned as her curious fingers caressed him, her innocent curiosity oddly arousing to him. Natalya felt pleased when she heard him groan, his flesh alive beneath her touch. She felt naughty all of a sudden, leaning down and taking him into her mouth. Shane's eyes flew open in surprise, a smile forming on his lips when he saw her take him into her mouth. He gently brushed her hair away from her face, guiding her as she licked and sucked on him. "Yeah, that's it. You're doing a great job", he groaned, loving the feel of her lips and tongue on him. Natalya moaned as he thrust into her mouth, feeling him swell. "I'm coming, baby doll", he warned. Natalya's eyes widened in surprise as he came inside her mouth, his seed erupting from the tip. She licked it up as best as she could, moaning as she cleaned him. Shane lay back on the bed, taking her into his arms and nuzzling her throat. "That was great, lalka. Let's get something to eat, and then I shall repay you", he said, a sly gleam in his eyes. "You are a very naughty boy, Shane", she giggled. "I know", he cracked. |
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| Wishful | August 3, 2008, 11:01 am Post #425 |
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thanks for the bit history it was really interesting! Jesus my imagination went well overboard towards the end thou YIKES!!!! |
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| maisy blue | August 3, 2008, 11:39 am Post #426 |
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Yikes! I'm so proud of them that they aren't spending the entire time in bed, because that's probably what I would have done if I were there age. I wasn't the most sensible girl in the world. :wacko: Vanessa, you are so smart. Thanks for that bit of history. It reminds me a lot of the Egyptian burial rites, at least the little I know of them.
Do you think the slaves *actually* liked it or whomever wrote the accounts (usually MEN) just assumed they liked it? It still makes me want to go punch someone out. |
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| Verity | August 3, 2008, 12:28 pm Post #427 |
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That history lesson rocked and was very interesting. You'd be a kick ass professor. Natalya took Shane cumming into her mouth a lot better than I would have. I would have kicked his ass. I can't stand the taste of it. I know, I sound like a Puritan, but whatever yanks your chain.Awesome chapter, and awesome bit of Viking history. That rocked!!!!! |
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| Lucifer's Angel | August 4, 2008, 9:20 am Post #428 |
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Thanks, girls I know the Viking burial might have sounded gruesome to us, but many pagan cultures had burial rites similar to that, Egyptian burials of high rank also had slaves and provisions. It was a common belief in many ancient cultures that the afterlife was just like Earth, but more pleasant, and that the soul would need the same commodities in the afterlife. An interesting fact was that Viking women often had elaborate burials themselves, one of the largest burial sites, the Oseberg ship near Oslo was the burial of a Viking queen and another female whom archaeologists believe was a high ranking servant. The ship was found with luxurious grave goods and all sorts of food and provisions, the servant woman had been given a poison so she would die peacefully, while the queen had died from cancer. Anyway, onto the story Chapter 107 Several days later, they woke up to take the train to Bergen. "It's gorgeous there, baby doll. The fjords are right there, there's a cruise that takes you to all the big ones. It's not as big as Oslo, but it's good", he said. They were seated at the hotel restaurant, filling up on the breakfast buffet. Their suitcases were on the floor at their feet, as they ate and talked. "Do we rest first and then go to the cruise?", asked Natalya, eating a bite of herring. "We'll arrive in the afternoon, maybe we can do some walking around, and go out for dinner. I made the reservations at the Thor Hotel Bryggen Orion before we left", he replied, spearing a bite of egg from her plate. "Tak Shane, naughty boy. So we are on a schedule?", she asked. "Sort of. Me and Uncle Lars planned out the itinerary before we left and made the arrangements. Up north, the weather can get unpredictable and the roads can be rough, so the hotels understand if you're a bit late, shit happens. Don't worry, we're not going spend all our time traveling, we're going to enjoy ourselves", he said reassuringly, taking her hand in his. "Good to know, I cannot wait to see the fjords and the Midnight Sun, they sound so beautiful" she sighed. "They are. And luckily we took pictures of the city, those statues in Vigelund Park are something else, they look so alive", he said dreamily. They had seen Vigelund Park, the Royal Palace and several more museums during their visit. Shane had been delighted by her curiosity and enthusiasm, asking the guides all sorts of questions. Taking her along was a great idea. She's like a kid, curious about everything. I can't wait to show her the rest, he mused. They finished eating and left the hotel. The train station was just down the block from their hotel, a quick five-minute walk. It was a modern steel and concrete building but not sterile; rather, it was in a pleasant, modern Scandinavian style. Commuters and tourists swarmed from the trains, the loudspeakers blaring information in Norwegian. Shane purchased their tickets and led them to a terminal. "Our train leaves in fifteen minutes, we got the tickets just in time", he chuckled. Their train sat on the track, a sleek silver train with a miniature Norwegian flag painted on the side. It lay down like a sleeping dragon, as the passengers entered. Inside, it was done in rich velvet carpet with white trim, the seats pale beige upholstery. Shane led them onboard and smiled at her, a gleam in his blue eyes. "A window seat for the lady", he said gallantly. Natalya giggled. "Dziekuje, Shane", she replied, as he sat next to her. The train's whistle pierced the chatter of voices as the stragglers climbed aboard. The whistle tooted again, as the train chugged out of the station. It emerged from the tunnel and into the light of the day. It passed the suburbs and then made it's way into the countryside, the green foliage of the trees surrounding them on all sides. Natalya kept her eyes glued to the window like a child, her vision taking it in. An hour out of the city, the train reached higher ground as it moved onto the central plateaus of southern Norway. There were fewer trees but more hills and valleys, the train steady over this rugged terrain. "Yeah, we're near the Hardangervidda National Park. I'm not in the best of shape, so we can't go there. But I've seen pictures of the place, it's rugged as hell like Yosemite. I ought to take you camping there one day", he said, a dreamy smile on his lips. |
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| Wishful | August 4, 2008, 9:50 am Post #429 |
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Those two are so, so sweet together. You write all your characters so well ducky
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| Verity | August 4, 2008, 10:40 am Post #430 |
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Yosemite National Park is kick ass!!! Anywho, that chapter was fun and much needed for me right now. I'm like a little kid too when I go traveling. I NEVER want to have any down time sitting in the hotel room. I feel that since I'm traveling I always have to be doing something, once I'm awake. The hardest thing is just getting me up out of bed.
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| maisy blue | August 4, 2008, 10:42 am Post #431 |
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This story is such a great escape for me. I needed it this morning... thank you for writing it all so beautifully. |
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| Lucifer's Angel | August 5, 2008, 9:03 am Post #432 |
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This is the city where they go: Bergen Chapter 108 Several hours later, the train pulled into the station at Bergen. Shane grabbed their bags and led them out of the train. "The hotel's only ten minutes from here, we can walk. And it's near the harbor, it's a great view", he said excitedly. Shane and Natalya emerged from the darkened station into the outside. It was overcast, but the air was warm and tiny patches of dazzling blue peeked out from the gray clouds, slivers of sunlight illuminating the sky. The station was near the harbor, the waves lapping gently against the docks. Seagulls sat on posts or swooped down to grab morsels of food, their shrieks piercing the air. Several fishermen repaired their nets, while others drank beer and told joked with their crew members. Natalya took it all in with wide eyes. She inhaled the clean, sharp scent of the sea, looking at the gentle waves lapping at the boats and the docks. "This is like Fisherman's Wharf", she said thoughtfully. "Yeah, but not as crowded, not many tourists. I just wanna chill tonight, we'll go out for dinner. And maybe even dancing if you're up to it. Tomorrow, we got the cruise to the fjords, it leaves at 7:30 and comes back at 10:00. We just gotta show up, we booked tickets before we left", he said. "Ooh, I cannot wait", she said eagerly. "I know, lalka", he chuckled, as they arrived at the hotel. The Thor Hotel Bryggen Orion was a modest, four-story hotel located right on the dock. The exterior was made of gray granite, topped with a red roof. Pots of geraniums and violets sat on the wide granite porch, the vivid red and purple blooms a contrast to the gray. The lobby was done in the palest gray, pinks and blues. The floor was of gleaming gray granite that shone like silver coins, the walls in delicate pinks and blues. Soft pale pink carpet decorated the floor, a small bronze fountain gurgling merrily. The clerk looked up when he saw them. He was a young man in a gray blazer and black slacks, his brown hair neatly parted to the side. "God dag, hvordan ma jeg hyelp ingen?", he asked. "Reservations under Burton", said Shane. The clerk typed something into the computer and handed them their keys. "Here you go, Mr. Burton and Miss Stankowski", he said. Shane nodded as they took the elevator to the fourth floor. The hallway had the same pale pink carpet, but the walls were covered in pale beige wallpaper with tiny pink roses. He opened the door and led them in. Natalya's eyes widened in surprise, a slow smile forming on her lips. The room was done all in pale blue, from the soft carpet to the walls to the covers on the bed. A large window was framed by wispy lace curtains, the harbor right below them. In the distance, they could see the green arm of the shore, jutting out into the fjord. "I know you like it, baby doll. Why don't we take a shower and rest for a bit, there's a lot of good restaurants here", he suggested. Natalya had already taken off her shoes and flopped down on the bed. She giggled in delight, snuggling against the pillows and feeling their softness. "Tak, this is so soft, Shane", she giggled, her blue eyes merry. Shane got on the bed and embraced her. "If you want, we can spend more time in bed later", he whispered in her ear. Natalya shivered at his words, a flush creeping her neck. "Tak, Shane. That sounds good", she giggled shyly. "I know, lalka. Let's take a nap first", he said, gently kissing her lips and closing her eyes. |
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| Wishful | August 5, 2008, 9:55 am Post #433 |
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Loverly--there are no other words |
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| Verity | August 5, 2008, 10:37 am Post #434 |
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Awesome!!!!!!!!! But how on earth can Shane take a nap??? I would want to see everything, and everything immediately. Dinner and dancing sounds perfect. Love this story. |
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| maisy blue | August 5, 2008, 3:12 pm Post #435 |
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This chapter was so dreamy. I could totally go for a nap right now... *sigh* |
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. The slave girl would at least be with her master in Valhalla. And yes, she would have sex with all the master's men at arms, but according to contemporary accounts, she actually liked that part. She would be then given a sort of narcotic so she wouldn't struggle when she was killed, the usual method was a stab to the heart or other vital organs, so death would be quick.


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