kingofscandinavia

kingofscandinavia replied to your post: a ‘little’ rant about names…sorry.

To be fair xD as I’ve said before - the name was picked for me. Just a popular fanon name BUUUUUT I have seen quite a few “Mathias”s regarding Danish people and pff a Matthias who was German xD

Oh yeah, and I completely understand that once you get used to a name, it’s kinda hard to change it. I’ve used Mathias when referring to Denmark myself because it’s frankly so popular. however, after a long discussion with my Danish friend I’m more inclined to name Denmark Preben or Torbjørn (both names that can be traced back to the viking age + I love the idea of Denmark naming him self Torbjørn - since it’s the name “Thor” and “Bear” combined. it just fits him and his strength. Always imagined Thor was one of Denny’s fave gods… )

but I’m not Danish and so I don’t feel the same 'annoyance’ as I do when I see people naming Norway “Lukas Bondevik”
to me it is just so wrong on so many levels. and like I said; to me it would be as if America or England were given whatever name was the most popular one the last 4 years and then a surname of their previous/current highest ranked politician. I’m not hating on people who use the name - I just wanted to explain why I find it off-putting to read anything with that name…
but yeah I realise it’s possibly a rather stupid thing to get annoyed over.

kingofscandinavia said: Well to be fair none of them really have names that can be traced back to their roots “Arthur” is not Celtic it comes from medieval times of course. Same thing with “Honda” or “Karpusi” and coming from a hispanic myself, Antonio would have more names

- yes, I do realise this. the ones who have canon names have not particularly been given names that suit my ‘idea’ of how they should be named. and like I pointed out in my initial post: I’ve learn to accept that (they’ve become so integrated it’s impossible to thing of them as anything else) Norway hasn’t got a canon name yet and so it’s up to everyone to give him their own - I’ll respect that it will be different outcomes.
I just think it’s such a shame (and a little insulting sometimes) that people who RP and write Norway don’t seem to do a little more re-searh on the names (but hey: if anyone who uses the name “Lukas Bondevik” can explain to me why they think it’s a good name or how they decided this was the most suitable for Norway..then do please drop me a note. I’d love to hear the reasons). I’m sure Hima has done re-search himself and I’m not out to boycott what he deems canon for his own series - that would be pretty damn stupid of me.

and no: I am not going to hate on someone for using other names than I do (I think I use 3 different names for Iceland and Denmark depending on what fic I’m writing. I’m not 100% consistent in name use.
However: I do more research than a simply google of popular names for that specific country…and yes: fair enough - perhaps people don’t want to do that.
and that’s fine…we all have our own head-canons for this series - some we agree on and some we disagree on.
Norway’s fanon name “lukas bondevik” is one of those 'headcanons’ I really can not support.
personal opinion n all *shrug*.

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Alfred stared at himself in the mirror, rubbing the bottom of his eyes. Good, he thought. I’m starting to look sexy and heroic and shit again. Alfred had started to get more sleep now that things have settled down and were less stressful. He combed his hair through, and then ruffled it with his hand to make it look messy. His good hair doesn’t just come naturally. He winked at himself in the mirror and walked over to his jacket, shrugging it on. His brows furrowed in confusion as he ruffled through his pockets. What the fuck is tha-Oh. Another Red Bull. Won’t be needing that. He took the Red Bull out of his pocket and shot it like a basketball into the garbage. He frowned when it hit the rim and made the garbage can fall over. “Fucking stupid Red Bull. Where the fuck are my wings?”

He scoffed and ran down the stairs, sliding over to his shoes. He slipped his Nikes on, whistling his anthem, and checked his hair once more before going to the front door. He was just about to open it and hop onto his motorcycle when the annoying as fuck doorbell rung. He flung open the door, confused as to how Denmark knew where his house was. “Sup Mathias? What are you doing here?“

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Turn back the time

Norway sat quietly by the shore and watched the waves come crashing in over the rocks and sand.
It was calming to just sit there and observe; the small sett of daggers he had been sharpening had long since been discarded. Instead he simply stared outward the horizon.

“Wonder how far it goes?” he asked out loud; mostly to himself. From his point of view by the beach it certainly seemed to go on forever and ever. Maybe it did.
He didn’t know, but he longed to find out.

There had to be more out there than what they already knew. Norway was sure of it.
His father spoke of countries down south; people with dark skin and strange spices and weird languages. They were enemies and friends all at once.
Fascinating.
So much to see and so much to learn from the ones in the south.

So perhaps that mean there was more to bee seen? Out by the west and beyond?
Norway hummed to himself and picked up a small pebble, rolling it around in his palm before throwing it into the oncoming waves.
IT didn’t even make a sound as it hit the water.
So much water had to hold a lot of secrets. That much he knew.

He longed to explore it. See it with his own eyes.
But he couldn’t. Not yet.
Scandia didn’t think him old enough to travel such great distances on his own; or even accompanied.
It made him angry.
Denmark was allowed to go to the south; meet the strange people with strange skin and strange clothes and strange languages.
And he was told to stay put and do as he was told.

It wasn’t fair.

He wasn’t that much younger…
A year or two by their standards maybe?

“Not fair…not fair at all,” he pouted and threw another stone into the sea.
“I’m just as capable as he is,”