"Travel during Jól? Are you nuts?"
-Finnleik Scylfing... probably... don't fact check this
24 December 2025
4:43 pm
On a Wednesday
Býkonsviði International Airport, Prydania
Eðvar Mordt tossed his old jacket covered in FRE sniper's badges into the locker he'd be assigned.
"Keep this up and you'll be a Saint yourself, instead of just dressing like one."
Eðvar laughed as he stripped down to his socks, boxers, and undershirt, and began to dress in the green and white and black outfit of Sankti Nikulás.
"Don't make me out to be a saint, Gæda," he replied as he put on the long green jacket with white furry trim, and mistletoe and oak leaf accents.
"They are paying me after all."
"Já," Gæda said with a shrug, "but you're a teacher, right? Isn't getting the breaks along with the kids a perk? If I had your job you couldn't get me to do anything like this on my time off."
"Well, I guess I just enjoy spreading the holiday cheer," Eðvar mused as he put on the boots.
"Like I said, Saintly," Gæda insisted, grabbing phone from his own locker. Unlike Eðvar's temporary one, Gæda's was permanent, as a security officer.
"Try to not stop smiling. Sankti Nikulás never stops smiling."
Eðvar clicked his tongue and made a finger gun gesture as Gæda left the locker room.
Christmas Eve. His wife may not have been happy he picked up this gig... but she'd sure as hell enjoy the extra krossar they were tossing his way to play Sankti Nikulás at the airport on Christmas fokking Eve.
Addý and Thorbjörn Höjsleth waited in line at the Air Saintonge counter at Býkonsviði International Airport. It was long, as one expected for Christmas, and Thorbjörn was doing what he could to help corral their nearly two year old son, Tobias-Brice.
Addý sighed as she saw the agent at the counter call over someone else. Something was going to hold up this line further...
"You couldn't have just said 'já?'" she teased her husband.
"I'd feel weird!" Thorbjörn replied. They were both naturalized Santonian citizens, but they were also both Prydanian. They tended to switch between the two languages fluently but they were speaking Prydanian now. They had the whole trip.
"Two governments offered, Thor. Two!" Addý teased. She was clearly annoyed at this wait but she was keeping in good spirits and Thorbjörn could see that even as she teased him.
"Waiting in line builds character," Thorbjörn teased back as he pulled Tobias-Brice to his legs.
"Ok buddy... settle..."
Addý knew that Thorbjörn would have felt very weird abusing private state transportation for a personal visit. And that integrity was one reason she loved him.
But even so... the King of Prydania's private jet seemed tempting as this line refused to move.
Eðvar sent out a quick merry Christmas greeting to his cousin Max and his boyfriend in Saintonge before turning his phone to silent. He adjusted his fake beard at the locker room mirror and caught a glimpse of the tv in the other corner. It was on RÚV, and he recognized the red "weather alert" graphic that cut across the mid-day sitcom that was filling airtime.
Worried, he made his way over, only to sigh with relief.
"Just a few flurries," he muttered to himself. He was worried something big was coming. That would turn this place into zoo, but it just looked like something that would pass in an hour.
Eðvar had kind of fallen into the gig of Sankti Nikulás. He and his friend Þorfinnur had run away to join the FRE at the age of sixteen but their desperate attempts to insist they were eighteen weren't very convincing. Still, the FRE took them in. And they helped in any way they could until they were old enough to see battle. Eðvar had, by chance, been asked if he could play Sankti Nikulás for some kids in a recently liberated town that first Christmas since joining the FRE.
He did. He'd looked ridiculous. In a ragged outfit, his skinny teenage frame not at all carrying the stature of Father Christmas, but the kids didn't care. They were elated to see him... and it stuck.
The War ended. He left the military, got a job teaching, got married, had a few kids... but he always did a stint or two as Sankti Nikulás every Christmas season. This year? One of his friends in the Sankti Nikulás circuit who usually did the Christmas Eve airport spot came down with a nasty bug. He'd gotten the call... and short notice bonus pay... to come out and do it.
Kids all over the airport waved at him excitedly as he made his way through the main terminal. The way they just lit up... that was special. Eðvar waved back, smiled, but made sure he kept moving. The meet and greet was where he had to be. And indeed! You'd think he was a star hockey player or a movie star with the reaction he'd gotten from the parents and kids lined up next to the set made to look like the north pole.
"You kids are lucky!" Eðvar said as he waved to the crowd.
"An airport is the perfect place for my journey around the world to start! And you'll all get first position on the list!"
He gave a jolly laugh as the attendants opened the gate, with a little girl running up to jump on Eðvar's lap before he'd even sat down.
"Umph..." he grunted before he regained his jolly nature.
"Merry Christmas little girl! What can Sankti Nikulás get you?"
"A D&G purse and an AirPhone 13."
Eðvar's smile didn't evaporate, but it definitely turned a few shades closer to confused. This kid, she couldn't be older than eight, was asking for a fancy Santonian purse and a Kyowaran phone?
"Well, Miss..." he said trying to keep his jolly demeanour.
"A D&G purse costs x13,000," he said trying to put on his best teacher voice to indicate that he was imparting a lesson.
"What if Sankti Nikulás says no?"
The little girl, however, just looked him dead in the eyes, past his fake beard.
"Sankti Nikulás can't say no," she said matter of factly, before hopping off of his lap as her oblivious parents happily took her hand to lead her away.
One kid. One kid in and it was starting already.
"Merry fokking Christmas," Eðvar muttered under his breath before he brought the smile back for the next kid.
-Finnleik Scylfing... probably... don't fact check this
24 December 2025
4:43 pm
On a Wednesday
Býkonsviði International Airport, Prydania
Eðvar Mordt tossed his old jacket covered in FRE sniper's badges into the locker he'd be assigned.
"Keep this up and you'll be a Saint yourself, instead of just dressing like one."
Eðvar laughed as he stripped down to his socks, boxers, and undershirt, and began to dress in the green and white and black outfit of Sankti Nikulás.
"Don't make me out to be a saint, Gæda," he replied as he put on the long green jacket with white furry trim, and mistletoe and oak leaf accents.
"They are paying me after all."
"Já," Gæda said with a shrug, "but you're a teacher, right? Isn't getting the breaks along with the kids a perk? If I had your job you couldn't get me to do anything like this on my time off."
"Well, I guess I just enjoy spreading the holiday cheer," Eðvar mused as he put on the boots.
"Like I said, Saintly," Gæda insisted, grabbing phone from his own locker. Unlike Eðvar's temporary one, Gæda's was permanent, as a security officer.
"Try to not stop smiling. Sankti Nikulás never stops smiling."
Eðvar clicked his tongue and made a finger gun gesture as Gæda left the locker room.
Christmas Eve. His wife may not have been happy he picked up this gig... but she'd sure as hell enjoy the extra krossar they were tossing his way to play Sankti Nikulás at the airport on Christmas fokking Eve.
Addý and Thorbjörn Höjsleth waited in line at the Air Saintonge counter at Býkonsviði International Airport. It was long, as one expected for Christmas, and Thorbjörn was doing what he could to help corral their nearly two year old son, Tobias-Brice.
Addý sighed as she saw the agent at the counter call over someone else. Something was going to hold up this line further...
"You couldn't have just said 'já?'" she teased her husband.
"I'd feel weird!" Thorbjörn replied. They were both naturalized Santonian citizens, but they were also both Prydanian. They tended to switch between the two languages fluently but they were speaking Prydanian now. They had the whole trip.
"Two governments offered, Thor. Two!" Addý teased. She was clearly annoyed at this wait but she was keeping in good spirits and Thorbjörn could see that even as she teased him.
"Waiting in line builds character," Thorbjörn teased back as he pulled Tobias-Brice to his legs.
"Ok buddy... settle..."
Addý knew that Thorbjörn would have felt very weird abusing private state transportation for a personal visit. And that integrity was one reason she loved him.
But even so... the King of Prydania's private jet seemed tempting as this line refused to move.
Eðvar sent out a quick merry Christmas greeting to his cousin Max and his boyfriend in Saintonge before turning his phone to silent. He adjusted his fake beard at the locker room mirror and caught a glimpse of the tv in the other corner. It was on RÚV, and he recognized the red "weather alert" graphic that cut across the mid-day sitcom that was filling airtime.
Worried, he made his way over, only to sigh with relief.
"Just a few flurries," he muttered to himself. He was worried something big was coming. That would turn this place into zoo, but it just looked like something that would pass in an hour.
Eðvar had kind of fallen into the gig of Sankti Nikulás. He and his friend Þorfinnur had run away to join the FRE at the age of sixteen but their desperate attempts to insist they were eighteen weren't very convincing. Still, the FRE took them in. And they helped in any way they could until they were old enough to see battle. Eðvar had, by chance, been asked if he could play Sankti Nikulás for some kids in a recently liberated town that first Christmas since joining the FRE.
He did. He'd looked ridiculous. In a ragged outfit, his skinny teenage frame not at all carrying the stature of Father Christmas, but the kids didn't care. They were elated to see him... and it stuck.
The War ended. He left the military, got a job teaching, got married, had a few kids... but he always did a stint or two as Sankti Nikulás every Christmas season. This year? One of his friends in the Sankti Nikulás circuit who usually did the Christmas Eve airport spot came down with a nasty bug. He'd gotten the call... and short notice bonus pay... to come out and do it.
Kids all over the airport waved at him excitedly as he made his way through the main terminal. The way they just lit up... that was special. Eðvar waved back, smiled, but made sure he kept moving. The meet and greet was where he had to be. And indeed! You'd think he was a star hockey player or a movie star with the reaction he'd gotten from the parents and kids lined up next to the set made to look like the north pole.
"You kids are lucky!" Eðvar said as he waved to the crowd.
"An airport is the perfect place for my journey around the world to start! And you'll all get first position on the list!"
He gave a jolly laugh as the attendants opened the gate, with a little girl running up to jump on Eðvar's lap before he'd even sat down.
"Umph..." he grunted before he regained his jolly nature.
"Merry Christmas little girl! What can Sankti Nikulás get you?"
"A D&G purse and an AirPhone 13."
Eðvar's smile didn't evaporate, but it definitely turned a few shades closer to confused. This kid, she couldn't be older than eight, was asking for a fancy Santonian purse and a Kyowaran phone?
"Well, Miss..." he said trying to keep his jolly demeanour.
"A D&G purse costs x13,000," he said trying to put on his best teacher voice to indicate that he was imparting a lesson.
"What if Sankti Nikulás says no?"
The little girl, however, just looked him dead in the eyes, past his fake beard.
"Sankti Nikulás can't say no," she said matter of factly, before hopping off of his lap as her oblivious parents happily took her hand to lead her away.
One kid. One kid in and it was starting already.
"Merry fokking Christmas," Eðvar muttered under his breath before he brought the smile back for the next kid.
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