I am at a loss for words. How can I express to you, just how awesome that weekend was?

Two very dear friends of mine made a bold decision to gather 120 of their rowdiest friends in the forest in the north of Sweden. Alexandra and Laura, pictured in all their heavenliness above, invited us to celebrate The Raid of Asgård with them.


For the mere mortals out there who are not familiar with what the raiding of anything might entail, this meant that we were to celebrate in the same spirit of the Vikings and our ancient Nordic Gods, over the course of a weekend. To avoid any confusion: the Vikings and the Nordic Gawds were mighty famous for being off-the-chain, on-the-lash, schnitzelfucked pretty much all the time, erryday. They knew how to have a good time and appreciate the beautiful things in life; characteristics that have seemingly trickled down through the generations and manifested themselves in us. I think it’s safe to say that this weekend would see us al reborn – reincarnated – as our ancestral forefathers. Long live the Vikings!


Guests flew in from London and various corners of Sweden, stationing themselves at the Kopperhill Hotell in Åre. The invitation had specified that the dress code that first night would be Viking Warrior/Wildling and the second evening would be Valhalla Feast (Dressed up Norse Mythology). I have never ever before been to a theme party where literally every single person present went all out and dressed accordingly. I think this theme really appealed to both men and women and it was evident that everyone had gone the extra mile, with many guests hiring outfits from theater companies and… Viking stores? A dress code to my liking, in other words! Entering the hotel lobby that first night, with 100 Vikings milling about with glasses of champagne was completely surreal… an amazing gathering of amazing friends.


From the hotel, buses took us to the location of the Wildling party. With the beautiful backdrop of the Swedish hills and forests, the large Tipis cut a dramatic and cool scene. Huge fires burned in the night and musicians played the drums as we entered the party; there was an eerie and expectant feeling in the chilly night air!


My next statement is quite dramatic, but I implore you to believe me when I tell you: I have never been to a better party. I mean it. Never have I seen hosts so generous, inventive and original in their execution of a party – it was just exceptionally well organized with an incredible attention to detail. Nothing escaped us as guests; we all felt truly thankful to be a part of such a beautiful party, and the general consensus following this unreal weekend was/is that we will never experience a party quite like this. I speak on behalf of all the guests when I say thanks a million times over to the respective hosting families for this spectacular weekend. It will go down in history (Just like dem Vikings.)


To celebrate this historical occasion, I sort of felt like, hmm, writing a little something in honor of Laura and Alexandra. On the second night, I held a speech which was kind of a poem, which was meant to symbolize a gift to the girls. I might have confused guests by gushing about the benefits consequences of ingesting “Flugsvamp” and raging about Good Nights and Good Mornings and whatnot… nevertheless! It was the theme of the party that inspired me to write it, evidently…. Please accept this humble poem by a bard at the court along with an apology for the lack of spacing – coding is not my forte.


A Tale of Two Stars

by Alexia Bergstrom (c)


A lifeline runs from north to the south

Like rivers of Valhalla’s gold

Breathed through flames of a dragons mouth

The story cannot stay untold

A land full of pagans, with little or less

For easing this yearning of ours

They play us like pawns in a game of chess

To show us the truth of their powers

The gods so decided a fortune of light

In presence of clairvoyant rule

Do not put your faith in the dead of night

Or tales from the back of a rune

But trust what I tell you, I speaketh the truth

I swear upon Venus and Mars

Look up above you, the sky in its youth

Forever will hold your own stars

Whenever you’re lost or with feeling of pain

Remember the words of this rhyme

Called in the favor of both of your names

To shine through the spell of our time


What does this all mean then? I gave the girls a star in the sky! I looked up their respective names through an  “Ancient Viking/God name device” and it (very scientifically) told me that their names are: Eir, Goddes of Spring (Laura) and Idun, Goddess of Healing (Alexandra).
I could carry on writing forever, but I won’t bore you with any more ramblings. Now check out the pictures instead! Will just end by sending Eir and Idun a million AlexiKisses and say thank you once more to their wonderful families <3


Xx Alexicat

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My British friends commented on the “Statuesque” look of Arnold, on the left


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My cousin Erik is a true viking – the ginger beard is real


Pommelin rockin’ some serious boots!

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Beautiful Valkyries, Miki and Ebba


These guys in the background played really cool music all eekend long!

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Viking’s be talkin’ on the phone and posing

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Theo was an S&M viking

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Boyz posing on the hills

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Group photo of the 120+ hooligans

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A rainbow in the sky! Our party was the pot of gold

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Me and Henry, who so gallantly assisted me during my speech – “Penny for a Pauper!?”


A.. preacher? with some witches? came and performed a ceremony in the middle of the night

under the full moon. Their chanting and their performance; quite haunting!

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A thick fog had settled like a blanket in the lake during the early hours of the morning