Månen

CH.3

A small cabin came into view, It had a grass roof and it reminded Mathias about a small hill. The walls were built up by logs in the Norwegian way, a bit torn with a small window in between them. Beside the cabin stood an even smaller house with some amount of wood stacked on the side. Mathias assumed that it was the toilet when he saw the tiny heart shape on the door.

An old iron key was brought from Lukas leather belt to his hand. When the door was opened the three boys stepped inside. The house only contains two rooms. The room they stood inside now was the main room, it contained a small kitchen on the right with cabinets and counters. On the left, it was a nice living room with a single bed, that seemed like it was used as a sofa. Besides the couch, it was a small dining table with four simple chairs. On the wall beside the door, they just went inside were a fireplace to cook on. The second room was placed further in and it seems to be a bedroom with a bigger bed.

The boys put their shoes on a small mat that was placed in front of the door. Even though the cabin was quite nice and clean Mathias could see that these boys didn't have a lot of money. The furniture was torn and they didn't have a lot of stuff laying around.

As it slowly started dripping raindrops on to the windows, Lukas made a dinner with the help of Mathias. Or the Dane tried to help but ended up just watching Lukas do it. Mathias had never cooked in his entire life and for Lukas, he was just in the way. Emil was sitting on the single bed and played with a stuffed teddy that looked like a puffin, minding his own business.

Mathias taped his foot and sat back on a chair. He was impressed by Lukas skills to make so much food out of almost nothing. He made fricking bark look tasty, how Lukas milled the bark into a type of flour. The boy seemed to be inside his own bubble with the fluor all over his hands, his clothes and also some of it in his hair. Watching the Norwegian made Mathias wondered why the two brothers were all alone in this tiny house. He had so many questions that wanted he answers on, But he decided to give the easy annoyed Norwegian some rest. After all, it was most likely a burden to the boys to have him here in the first place

"Dinner is served, " Lukas said in an emotionless tone. The dinner consisting of bark, mushrooms and some oatmeal in an iron pot.

"buuut luuukas!" We had this yesterday too and it is gross"  Emil made a grumpy face and made a little "yukh " sound.

"Emil, you have to eat !" his brother snapped back, clearly annoyed.

"I don't wanna !!" Emil stomped his foot and marched in anger into the bedroom, slamming the door when he got inside. Lukas sighted, his eyes glued to the oak table in front of him. The only sounds in the room were the rain outside and the fire crackling in the fireplace. Mathias began twiddling his thumbs, the smell of Lukas dinner was in the air. it didn't smell bad, but well Mathias had smelled better dinners. With a tree spoon, Lukas slowly gave himself and Mathias some dinner.

The two boys started eating in an awkward silence. Matthias could taste the fresh mushrooms and he realised how hungry he was.

A couple of minutes went by and they could hear a tiny snuffling voice from the bedroom. Like the small boy tried to convince himself how everything was going to be fine.

"Emil, I know you're hungry. Just come and eat something with us, I am sorry I snapped at you" Mathias had never heard the voice of the Norwegian boy that soft before. Now more angelic than ever. The door squeaked as it slowly opened up. The tiny boy leaned against the door with his puffin curled up against his chest.

His face was red and his nose was running. Hair in front of his eyes as he looked down and took a seat beside Mathias. The rest of the dinner was eaten in a slightly less awkward silence. It was clear that they were all tired. Lucely for Lukas, Mathias had given all his money to him as they arrived the house, with was about 6 kr (Norwegian valuta) (in the old time, 6 kr is like nothing today). This made him a bit calmer about their economics.  In exchange, Mathias could live with them in the house in a cupel of days. But he had to chop wood and work for Lukas whenever he was asked about it.

The Dane had no plan at all, just staying away from big towns and cities. This two brothers seemed rather interesting to him. It was like they were casting a spell on him or something. Especially the oldest one was making his mind go all weird and fuzzy. His eyes could just mesmerise him.

Even though the sun wasn't set yet, they were getting tired. In the Nordic countries, it was always like that in the summer. sometimes it felt like the sun never would set.

Before Emil went to bed, Lukas always used to read him a fairytale. They were often about trolls, princesses or a guy called Askeladden. This evening he was reading a story called " The boy who went to the northern Wind, to get his fluor back" (original title: Gutten som gikk til nordavinden og krevde igjen melet.")

Emil was in his pyjamas under the down duvet in the bedroom. Lukas was sitting on the edge of the bed and Mathias was on a stool in the doorway. He was also listening to the fairytale and the soft voice of Lukas reading.

"Once upon a time, there was a boy who went to the barn to get some flour, his mother was going to bake a bread" Lukas read." But when he was on his way back the Northern wind flew by and grabbed the flour from him. "

"Since that was the last bit of flour they had, the boy started to walk to the northern wind to get it back."

"After the boy had walked far and long he finally found the northern wind"

Emil giggled when Lukas made a weird voice that was supposed to be the northern Wind. The rain outside made the evening even more fitting for a fairytale and the smell of fresh rain was in the air.

"I don't have any flour young boy," Lukas said in a deeper voice, he was really trying his best to imitate the voice and sounds as he read. He was getting really good at it if he should have said it, himself.

Emil kept giggling as he covered his face with the duvet. Mathias was now leaned against the doorway, he was feeling pretty sleepy himself and the day had been long.

"But instead you will get a carpet that gets you a ton of the most beautiful dishes if you say: I would like some beautiful dishes when you put it on a table"' Lukas kept reading and Emil smiled and let the duvet down again. Suddenly Emil talked, interrupting Lukas.

"it would be nice to have a thing like that," He said it Just as happy in his tone as he used to. Deep inside Lukas must have felt this sentence because his eyes slowly went dull and depressed for a quick moment.  Then he just continued to read.

When the boy in the fairytale met an old lady, Lukas tried his to imitate this old woman's voice. This made Emil laugh so much that he almost feel out of the bed. Lukas grabbed his little brother just at the right moment and kept him in his embrace. The boy started tickling his little brother, who was unfortunately very ticklish.

"hahaha stop it Lukas hahaha"

"you'r so mean! hahaha stooopp!"

Mathias was smiling in the background. This moment was so cute, he thought to himself. Mathias felt an urge to join them, to feel their happiness with them. He had never connected with his family and seeing them there laughing and smiling even thou they had so little made him a bit sad. He was kind of jealous in a way. In a way, they were so much richer than himself. They had love.

"Then the boy and his family lived happily ever after,  og snipp snapp snute så var eventyret ute*" Lukas slowly closed the book, and placed it on the nightstand. Emil had a tiny sleepy smile on his face, satisfied by the ending of the fairytale.

"The boy needed to go so many time to the northern wind" Emil yawned and told Lukas as the boy's eyelids got heavier.

"mhhm" Lukas answered and kissed his little brother on the forehead, then he smiled at him. A loving and caring smile.

"God natt " The candle was blown out and the small boy soonly drifter into a slumber.

"snipp, snapp, snute så var eventyret ute" - Norwegian way to end a fairytale. Eventyr means fairytale. Snipp Snapp snout then the fairytale is out. 

"God natt" - Goodnight