The Honeymoon Trips
Chapter 66
Written by rachel76m
Edited by Don Kaufman

The list of characters mentioned in this story belong to the various authors that created them. This is a fan-fiction story.

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During the two hour flight to Oslo, Norway, the fairies fly about the cabin to get their exercise. While they are doing that, I set the fairies’ satchel on another table in the cabin. After fifteen minutes of flying they land on the table to have their late lunch meal. They pour themselves their own cups of honey-water while they are eating the nuts and fruits in the bags.

We talk among ourselves to discuss this last leg of the journey.

“So, are there any ancient sites in Norway, Mr. Pierre?”

“Sigh . . . there are not very many, Richard. It seems when Christianity came in, a lot of the sites got destroyed. They found one site buried under a layer of peat moss. The lot was about to be turned into a building with a parking lot. So far, it is the oldest one they found, it dates to the year 600 or so. Most of the sites contain their Viking boats. The monuments that you will see are modern.”

“Fortunately for us, we know where the Asgard world resides.”

“Yes you do, it is located behind the star Thuban. I’ll make sure we’ll visit one of the ancient sites.”

“Maybe we’ll get a dream from the Creator to know which site we’ll go to.”

“Hmm . . .that’s a thought, Richard. Perhaps the dream will help solve a mystery at that site. We can only hope.”

The pilot slowly makes his descent to Oslo. The airport is on the north side of the city. It is called Oslo Gardermoen. The pilot is directed to the north side of the airport. This is where the private jets come in and park. Contact is made with Mr. Pierre’s sub office in Oslo to have a limo come in and pick us up. When the jet comes to a stop, we see the limo drive up to the jet and come to a stop. The doors are opened to the limo and the jet itself. Mr. Pierre and the chauffeur driver get out of the jet and walk to the limo. We see two men get out from the limo to greet Mr. Pierre.

“Fairies, I think you better get into our coat pockets to hide.”

“That’s a good idea, father.”

All of the fairies quickly fly into our coat pockets to hide.

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“Greetings, Mr. Pierre. It’s good to see you again. This other man is a liaison from the palace.”

“It’s good to see you as well, Mr. Orloff. What is your name, sir?”

“My name is Bartol Lande. Is our special couple on board?”

“They are. You do realize we are here for only five days, then they fly back to the USA.”

“I realize that. Are there any specific sites to see here?”

“Hmm . . . I think it might be best we visit a few museums here in Oslo for starters. I think we should see the Viking ships and a few stone circles from that era or before it.”

“So, he’s into studying history. That’s interesting. Well, I can accommodate that. Well, lets get the limo loaded up.”

“Which hotel we’ll be staying in?”

“It will be the Radisson Blu. It is a block away from the Royal Palace. Also, there is the beautiful park surrounding the Castle.”

“That’s fine. Another question I have is this. Will they be hounded by reporters, Mr. Lande?”

“Wha . . . wha . . .what makes you say that?”

“We’ve encountered a reporter in Greece who took pictures of him without his authorization. We need to keep their visit as quiet as possible. However, the staff at the hotel must be made aware of this situation. I don’t think the hotel wants a sudden influx of reporters like the paparazzi to bother him.”

“Will he accept a visit to the Royal Palace? I’m sure our king would like to thank him for saving our money.”

“You can ask him if you want to.”

“Thank you, Mr. Pierre. I’ll inform the Palace to make it official if he agrees to it.”

“Then follow me onto the plane.”

Mr. Orloff and Mr. Lande follow Mr. Pierre and board the plane.

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We see Mr. Pierre and two gentlemen behind him. They remain standing. We both stand up to greet them. We shake hands with each other. I don’t see a change in either face. Hmm . . . . are they a problem, Creator?

They both claim to be a believer in the Creator, but they aren’t.

We then sit down in the chairs around the table.

“Greetings, Richard Moore. I’m the manager of the local branch for Mr. Pierre’s company. We have a room for your party at the Radisson Blu Hotel.”

“That’s fine, sir.”

“I have a question to ask. Would it be all right if our King thanks you for saving our money?”

“Would it be done privately or publicly, Mr. Lande?”

“Why not publicly?”

“Because I’m trying to keep a low profile and not draw bad people to seek me out.” Then it dawns on me what his ulterior motive is. I look at Mr. Lande. Soon he gets a glassy-eye look. “Are you going to nominate me for some Nobel prizes?”

“Yes, Richard.”

“Which ones?”

“Physics, Economics and Peace.”

“Sigh . . .” I shake my head to side to side a bit.

Mr. Pierre can’t believe what he is hearing. “What are you going to do, Richard?”

“I might accept the Physics prize. There is no way I’ll accept the prize for Peace. There are still conflicts around the world. For the economic prize, that’s a problem in itself.”

“I agree, Richard. Even though you created the 3D-Server, not everyone has bought it to secure their networks yet.”

Brianna squeezes my hand. We look at each other as we smile. She nods her head up and down in agreement.

I look at Mr. Lande again. I snap my fingers. “Snap!”

“Wh . . .what just happened?”

“I just want the truth from you, sir. Do you think you can do that?”

“Sigh . . . yes sir. What do you need to know?”

“I would like to keep a flexible schedule. After tonight, we’ll let you know which stone circle we’ll want to visit.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Second, we’ll visit a couple of museums here in Oslo.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Third, I’ll only accept the nomination for the Nobel Physics Prize. I do not want to win it.”

“Why not, Richard?”

“Like I said before, I do not want to draw attention to myself.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll inform the Nobel board. What if they are insistent in awarding you the prize?”

“The money will go to a place of my choosing. I may even split it so there is no sign of favoritism to the people I give it too.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Fourth, it must be done in private, your King can thank me for saving your money. A dinner is appropriate if he wants to go that far. Also, Mr. Pierre is invited as well. He has been my escort since Egypt.”

Mr. Pierre smiles that I didn’t forget him.

“Sigh . . . . I’ll make the arrangements as you requested. You make a hard bargain, Richard.”

“Perhaps, here is another question for you. Did you read the report what happened with my encounter of the twenty terrorists in Egypt?”

“Acch!! . . . I sure did! We surely don’t want that here, Richard. I definitely get the message.”

I smile at him, “Good.”

Brianna, Mr. Pierre and the chauffeur driver smile as well. I hear the fairies give a giggle as quietly as possible.

“Well, let’s get the limo loaded up.”

We unload the luggage from the private jet to the limo. Once we are in, the limo driver takes us to the Radisson Blu Hotel. It takes about an hour to arrive at the Radisson. Once we arrive there, two men with dollies come from the hotel to the limo. As soon I get out of the car, I immediately get recognized.

“Look, I’m trying to keep a low profile. Don’t you dare inform or call any news reporter. Save your thanks when we leave the hotel.”

“Yes, sir.”

We walk into the main lobby. We see there a number of people in the lobby. I see some double takes by some people. Then we hear them whispering. I speak up to be heard in the lobby. “I know you recognize me. Please, this is our honeymoon trip. Please don’t call your relatives or news reporters. If we get the paparazzi here, I think the hotel security staff won’t like it.”

“You’re right, sir.”

Quickly everyone stops each other from using their cell phones.

We arrive at the front desk. The concierge quickly agrees with me. “You’re right, Mr. Moore. Our security staff wouldn’t like it at all. I’ll inform them of the situation.”

“Thank you, sir. Also, no top floor luxury suite. The fifth floor will do fine facing the park. Can the windows be opened up?”

We get ourselves checked into the hotel. We find out we are on the fifth floor of the hotel. It has a window that can be slide opened.

Once we are in, we change our clothes quickly to have a late dinner in the restaurant. The fairies remain in the hotel room. After the dinner of some fish and vegetables, we take a walk through some of the lower levels to see what is available. We find an indoor pool, a work out gym, various different meeting rooms, etc., etc. Eventually we see the sunset at 10 PM. After seeing the sunset, we all get back into our rooms. We set the alarm for 6 AM. Our fairies are set up on some pillows placed on several chairs. Once we are asleep. We find ourselves in a very unusual dream. We see two dreams, one in the past and one current.

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We see a Viking man walking through his village. It is located near the southern coast. He has a beard. He encounters several other men and greets them.

“Greetings, Tyr. How is the fishing lately?”

“It’s going great, Tor.”

“Have you heard any word from your father, Odin?”

“Sigh . . .I haven’t seen him since I was born. Mother still tells me, Odin himself sired me. I don’t think I’ll ever see my father again. The only dream I have of him, is when it appears my face is on fire.”

“That’s too bad. What has your mother told you about him and why he was here?”

“Mother told me he came here to seek some solitude and gets his thoughts in order.”

“Well, we are getting ready to name you chieftain of our village. Do you object?”

“I have no objection, Tor.”

“That’s good.”

“We are planning to set up a twelve stone circle near the 13 and 15 stone rings This is according to your teaching there are twelve months in a year as well as the twelve multi-verses. Will you allow us to inter you there?”

“You can, Tor. I’ll allow it.”

“Thank you, Tyr.”

They go their ways. Soon, Tyr encounters two butterflies. They land on his shoulders and speak quietly to him.

“Balder and Jenz, I have a request to ask of you.”

“What is it, Tyr?”

“I need your fairy clan to watch over my funeral pyre. I have a feeling it will be needed at some point in the future.”

“That is no problem, Tyr. We’ll be here when the snow is gone. We fly south to the warmer climates because of the brutal winters here.”

“Thank you, Balder and Jenz. Give greetings to Caliber and Rachel when you see them the next time.”

“We will, Tyr.”

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On the Norse Home World, Odin is standing in a room. He sees the empty shell of the Destroyer lying on a slab of stone. A muscular, mustached man walks into the room and stands by his side. He has a metal ball where his left hand should be.

“Did you summon me here, father?”

“I did, Tyr. I need to tell you a story. It happened when you were estranged from me.”

“I remember that time, father. I’m sorry I listened to Loki.”

“I know you are, you’re forgiven for that time.”

“Thank you, father.”

“During that time, in my grief, I visited Midgard.”

“Which one, father? There are eight Midgards.”

“It is the one where we were asked by the Creator to help influence the people to grow up the fastest. It was then I was comforted by an Earth woman. She was very much like Frigga. She had a son, we named him, Tyr.”

“I see. So, I have a namesake brother on Midgard. Why are you telling me this story?”

“Do you remember your time in the Destroyer armor?”

“I do, father. I am glad to be free of that armor.”

“I know you are. When the Earth bound Tyr passed away, I put his spirit into the Destroyer armor. But, as we know, Loki commandeered the Destroyer to attack Thor on Midgard. I do not want to activate the Destroyer armor, because Loki will command the Destroyer again. I’ve asked the Creator for help. He told me he will send a servant to us from that particular Midgard. He has the title of the Omega Unicorn Dragon.”

“Isn’t he the promised Earth visitor that will release our vows concerning his own world?”

“He is, Tyr. The problem is this. I don’t know where your Earth bound brother is interred. I need his own bone to make the connection with him here in the armor. Also, I must find a way to release Loki’s hold over my son’s spirit.”

“Perhaps the Omega Unicorn Dragon can, father?”

“But, for that to happen, he must be in light form and enter inside the armor. He must battle for Tyr’s spirit and defeat Loki’s hold over his spirit.”

“We can only ask if and when he shows up, father.”

“We can only ask, Tyr. That is all I have to say right now. I’ll talk more about this at a later time.”

“I understand, father. Just let me know when you are ready.”

“I will, my son.”

Tyr turns around and walks out of the room.

Odin thinks to himself. Sigh . . .

Have no fear, Odin. I’ve just relayed this conversation to the Omega Unicorn Dragon. He will give you a message that will give you hope. He will show up when Geirrodur, the Troll King just before he walks to your throne.

Thank you, Creator.

Odin turns around and leaves the room. He goes about his duties.

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We wake up in the morning when the alarm sounds out loud, “BZZZZZTTT!!!”

“Did everyone see two dreams last night?”

“We did father. So, we just need to find these stone rings.”

“Yes, Tiger.”

We get ourselves cleaned up for the day. Once we are ready, our fairies quickly fly into our coat pockets. I put the fairies’ satchel onto my shoulders. We then step out of the room and lock it. We see Mr. Lande there waiting for us.

“Everyone is coming to the Palace for breakfast. Something strange happened last night. He had an unusual dream. He can’t make sense of it. He was told by an angel to have you there to help interpret it.”

“Yes, Mr. Lande.”

Mr. Pierre, Brianna and I follow Mr. Lande to the elevators. We exit the main lobby on the first floor. We see a fancy black limo waiting for us. There are two flags on the front bumpers. This is an official car from the Royal Palace. The driver takes us to the Palace in about ten minutes. Once we get there, our doors are opened by two security people. They quickly scan us for weapons. They don’t detect any metal on us. We get escorted into the main palace. We walk down the hallways to a large set of double doors. The doors are opened up by two men standing there. We walk inside. We see the Norwegian King in a slump sitting his throne. He looks up and sees us walking toward him. He smiles as we get closer to him. He straightens himself up. We stop before him.

“I had a most unusual dream last night, Richard. I saw Odin last night talking with his son, Tyr. My problem is this. I have never believed in the Norse G-ds. I’ve considered them figments of our imagination. I was told by an angel you can tell me what is going on.”

I hear the Creator speaking to Brianna, me and the fairies in our minds. Start from the beginning, my servants.

Yes, Creator.

I step forward to begin my speech.