Ivor took the Monkees to the village where the feast was being held.
There were many more Vikings seated at wood tables eating, drinking, and talking. Ivor then lead the guys to a table were a group of men were eating.
"Men, these are...um," said Ivor. He forgot to asked the guys' names.
"Oh, I'm Mike, and this is Davy, Peter and Micky," said Mike, introducing the guys and himself.
"It's good to meet you men," said one of the Vikings.
"Please, sit down and enjoy our feast." said another Viking.
Luckily, there was room for the Monkees to sit.
"Thank you for letting us join you." said Davy.
"You're welcome, now help yourselves to the food," said Ivor.
The guys looked around the table, but they couldn't find anything that looked appealing enough to eat.
"What's that?" Micky asked, pointing to something in a bowl.
"Lutefisk, a favorite of ours," Ivor answered as he took a bite out of some meat.
Peter picked up the bowl of lutefisk took a small portion out and tried a bit of it.
"Not bad," he said, finishing the rest of the food.
Seeing Peter wasn't getting sick, the other Monkees tried the Lutefisk and thought it was good too. When everyone was done eating, Ivor banged on the table with his fist.
"Let us have a toast to Odin's emissaries!" He shouted, raising his mug of Mead in the air.
Everyone cheered and drank of the Mead. The Monkees didn't really care for the fermented drink (none of them drank alcohol) and just took a sip.
"Tell us." A man said to the Monkees, "What is Valhalla like, and what do you do there?"
"It's a...um, a really nice place." Peter said, "Lot's of clouds."
"And we play music." Micky put in, "We call ourselves the Monkees."
"Can you play for us?" Another Viking asked.
The Monkees agreed and Mike and Peter took the lyres handed to them, while Micky and Davy banged on drums. Peter had had some experience with a harp, so he was able to lead Mike in playing a few of their songs.
The Vikings looked at each other, then at Ivor, who was smiling.
"Verily, you are sent from Odin." He said, "The prophecies told of four men with strange names and played music who would lead a chief to rule all Vikings."
"They did?" Davy asked, "I mean, yeah, I guess they did."
"It is time to sleep." Ivor said, getting up and stretching. "We must leave with the first tide. Arn, see to it that our guests are lodged comfortably."
Arn bowed and led the Monkees to a thatched-roof house. Inside were four beds made of straw and a few chairs.
"I hope this will be good for you my Lords." He said.
"Yeah, this'll be fine, Arn. Thank you." Mike said.
Arn smiled and left the Monkees alone. They huddled together to talk, as this was the first time they were by themselves.
"Any ideas on how to get out of this mess?" Micky asked. "I don't wanna fight a giant!"
"I still don't have any idea on how we got here." Davy replied.
"It was when Peter was fooling around with that horn on his helmet." Mike said. "Then there was that smoke and here we ended in this place."
Peter took the horn on his helmet and twisted it back and forth, but nothing happened.
"Looks like we're going a trip, fellas." Davy told the others.
So the Monkees went to bed and they soon fell asleep.
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