Bödvar and Dane were walking towards the ice-sea, as they were walking Bödvar could see that Dane's belly was filled with something.
" What do you have there? " asked Bödvar.
" Nothing " said Dane, as he did have something under his clothes.
Bödvar simply shrugged his shoulders, and now carried Dane in his embrace.
" Bödvar? "
" Yes? "
" Why are you called the Warlike Little-Bear? "
" Because my mother is Artio, and I have a Berserker-state which transforms me into a half-bear "
" So… never poke the sleeping bear? "
" Never poke the sleeping bear, " said Bödvar with a smile.
The two of them had just reached a bridge that led to the sea.
That was when they saw two men standing guard at the bridge.
" Halt " said one.
" And die, " said the other.
Bödvar simply put Dane down, and then said;
" Who are you two clowns suppose to be? "
" I am Sir Pierre Terrail! "
" And I am the Berserker of Stamford Bridge;
Bjørn Heavy-Deadly-Bloody-Axe! "
Bödvar just looked at the two men, he then looked at Dane.
" Never poke the sleeping bear? " said Dane with a smile.
Bödvar Bjarki simply smiled as he transformed into his Warlike Little-Bear form.
Now.
Sir Pierre Terrail and Bjørn Heavy-Deadly-Bloody-Axe, can both easily defend a bridge- against humans, but against a bear demi-god; who is also a Berserker... not so much.
Bödvar had defeated both men, and that was when a carrot fell out of Dane's clothes.
Bödvar just looked at the carrot, as Dane was looking at him- with red-cheeks.
" You are going to the castle of the Frost-King and Snow-Queen, " said Bödvar.
" You know them?! " said Dane, surprised and delighted.
" Of course " said the Warlike Little-Bear, as he picked Dane up.
" You're going to take those carrots to Tom? " said Njörðr.
" Yeah " said Dane with a smile.
" But… Tom makes sculptures, not snow- "
Njörðr put his hand over Helios' mouth, before the sun-god could finish.