Departure from Bergen's airport took longer than Emil had expected. A minor inconvenience it was for his suitcase had shown itself on the conveyor belt long after other bags began to slide in. Once the sly piece of rolling storage showed itself, he hefted the bag off the belt and went right on his way. Emil walked with purpose at a steady pace, the wheels of the suitcase making rhythmic taps on tiling divots of the floor. The slew of people in various congregations around him were nothing more than obstacles on his way to turn in the papers for a rental car.

Having dealt with the clerk, it put his mind at peace for some offhand reason, and also reminded him of the hunger scratching at his stomach's walls. Emil stared at the terminal exit but glanced at a nearby coffee shop. Without another thought spared, he chose to placate the long drive ahead with a small breakfast.

Lines never bothered Emil. He'd learned patience ages ago, quite literally, especially after shaping and masking a once vibrant temperament. It was also unsurprising that he must wait, as mornings would surely call for people to want to awaken through caffeine. As his turn came, he spoke his order to the cashier simply in English, "Caffè latte and a single cinnamon bun, please." Turning over his credit card and soon reclaiming it along with the requested bun with napkin, he left to wait with other people by the counter. Such an urban environment, this place was, in an airport no less. Though Emil's country was far from the urbanization of his brother's, he still felt a sort of appreciation for these environments. The ambience itself, people chatting nonchalantly, the hum of the coffee machines, the very smell of it wafting in the air and past his nose. Thoughts of such unalloyed pleasures carried Emil through the wait, without a nibble of the bun. Taking his latte with a simple nod of appreciation, he managed to find one spot unoccupied in the crowded shop, parking his luggage next to his seat.

The satisfying hasty breakfast had long passed, and the time now was for the hours-long drive. Navigating the early morning streets of the city was not much of a task with the few cars on the road. It became all the more desolate outside of the city and up north. A map he had prepared was perched to his right for directions. More so than he would admit, he cursed his brother's fjord-ridden land whilst navigating them on the twisted, capricious highways. However, at least the reward for such tolerance was the view. Indeed, the dramatic contrast between the rivers and sudden snow-capped mountain peaks made the frustrating curves quite worth the long journey Emil pursued. Though watching the road as well, he could not help the awe he felt towards the land that so dwarfed his presence. It reminded him once again of the long-gone past, a sense of inviting nostalgia washing over his thoughts.

After such a time of isolation, Emil still remembered the day he and his then very young puffling companion first met his older brother, bringing the colonists with him on a longboat- and he'd never seen such a thing before. The day he formed the first bits of what would soon become a trustful and platonic loving bond between himself and the Norwegian foreigner. Particularly with the situation, he recalled the time his older brought him to his own land, to which he reacted with such wonder and curiosity. When Emil gave it considerable thought, perhaps that original time of discovery and joy is why he is still captivated by the landscape still.

It seemed an eternity until he finally came to the last leg of the seven-hour drive- the ferry. It navigated Emil and the other car-bound passengers through one of the famed fjords of Norway. He spent most of the time at the edge of the ferry, watching the waves pass below, occasionally feeling the chilling drops of seawater dash his face. Though, he mostly reveled in the fact that he could stand after so many hours of driving, for which Emil was the very definition of thankful. Though, soon enough, he'd have to be condemned to the driver's seat for just a little longer as the ferry approached the shoreline of a small community named Geiranger.

Only one more twisted road past a few buildings and little tourist sites into the spaced housing community would do it. The narrow road scaled further up the mountain, and after glancing at his map once more, he turned onto an unpaved road. Ahead was another of the quaint homes dotting the open area, a few trees dotting the area around it. Emil pulled the car into a little driving lane just beside the garage, parking and shutting off the engine. As soon as he left the vehicle with a messenger bag slung over his shoulder, he outstretched his arms towards the cloudy sky, bending back slightly. After such a long travel, it felt invigorating just to be here at last.

Emil shuffled to the front of the home, examining it instead of moving for the door. It possessed two floors, the outer walls painted with an appealing blue in the shade of the sea. Turning his attention to the ground, a few herb beds were scattered here and there out of the way of the dirt path, each enclosed in a petite fence to keep out the curious wildlife. Emil furrowed his brow, growing a touch upset with himself for stalling. How could he be, dare he say, afraid after coming all this way? He crept closer to the door, hesitating before quickly tapping the doorbell that caused a pleasant ring to sound inside as Emil brought his hands tightly to his side.

It was almost as if he could hear the seconds ticking by until he could hear the footsteps within approaching the door, leading to the climax of its opening by his own brother's hand. It had taken no time at all before Lukas snorted in amusement, raising a brow with a barely perceivable grin.

"Oh, if it isn't Emil! What a pleasant surprise," He boasted, "Come in, I'm sure you could use a seat on the sofa, because last I checked, it isn't exactly a short trip to my home." Such forwardness was to be expected, Emil thought, but his brother was more correct than he thought most likely. Stepping inside, he trudged towards the living room sofa, plopping himself down on it whilst hearing the door close. Like most of his furnishings that gave a cozy atmosphere throughout the house, the sofa's cushions were certainly the epitome of comfortable. If he wasn't in his right mind, Emil would probably curl up and cuddle one of the pillows. Although, only the childish would do such a thing. In the midst of these thoughts, he scarcely noticed Lukas sitting himself down beside him.

"I see you're feeling better. What brings a busy person like yourself here to my humble home?" Lukas teased. Such words brought the scrutinizing eyes of Emil towards him.

"I think it best that we do not confer about that. I've set my business aside to be done later when I find it in my interest to return." Emil replied sharply. Though Lukas did like to tease, he knew the boundaries, and could feel that he already crossed it. Accordingly, he softened his face of amusement.

"Alright. But I'll ask again- what brings you here?" Lukas asked.

"Not business. Not for something I need in material. I seek... answers."

"Answers?" He scoffed. "What would I have answers for?"

"I want to know what's happened."

"You're going to have to be a little more specific."

"To us."