Viggo's Terrible, No Good, Very Bad Days

Part 28-Camping

"Camping? Really?"

"Yes. I thought that you could use a break after the whole hypnotism ordeal."

"Tch. You just want to take a vacation."

"Well, that's part of it. But seriously, Ola says you need a break. Come on, it'll just be us."

It had been three weeks since Viggo had been hypnotized on his own ship. Ryker's leg was completely healed, and Viggo had no more lasting physical impact than a tiny scar from Ola's shovel attack.

The lasting impact of the event had been more mental for Viggo. The intruder had never admitted who sent him, and Viggo had spent hours upon hours looking over plans of his ship, searching for ways that the man could have gotten to him. Ryker had found him asleep at his desk multiple times, and had carried him to bed with a frown of concern every time.

It wasn't healthy. Viggo had gotten jumpy and twitchy, and he had lost weight. Ryker hoped that this trip would help take his mind off of things for awhile.

The viking brothers set off and soon reached the camping spot, a secluded island with a small lake and a river running through it. Viggo could almost laugh at the idyllic scene- but he paused as they got closer.

"This is where we went camping as kids..."

Ryker grinned at the look on Viggo's face and nodded. "Yes. Remember hunting for frogs in the marsh banks and trying to fish in dad's little rowboat?" Viggo nodded, lifting a tent bag from the floor of his larger ship so that he and his brother could get into their longboat to actually reach the island.

Ryker stepped down first, then held a hand back up towards Viggo. "I told you it would be fun! Now get down here!"

There was only the briefest moment of hesitation before Viggo grabbed his brother's hand, and the two Grimborns started towards the island together.