Setting:
A cozy lakeside cabin near Lillehammer, Norway. It’s early evening, snow lightly falling outside. Inside, two friends—Anders, a rational, science-loving software engineer, and Lars, a folklore-obsessed artist—are sipping coffee after a chilly walk by the lake.
Lars: (shivering slightly)
I told you we shouldn’t have gone near the lake at dusk, Anders. That’s exactly when the nøkken comes out, you know.
Anders: (laughs)
Lars, we’ve lived here for 30 years and you still think some magical fiddler in the water is going to pull us under?
Lars:
Don’t mock it! My grandmother swore she heard his violin when she was a girl. Said the music was so haunting, it made her legs move on their own. She nearly walked into the water before her father yanked her back.
Anders:
Or… she was tired, cold, and probably hearing the wind whistle through the reeds. Ever thought of that?
Lars: (sips coffee dramatically)
You always need a scientific explanation. Not everything can be reduced to wind and brain chemistry, you know.
Anders:
Alright, Mr. Mystical. Let’s examine this. A humanoid spirit that plays enchanting music, lives in lakes, and drowns people for fun. Seems like an oddly specific career choice for a supernatural being.
Lars: (smiling)
Well, you have to admit, it’s more poetic than “water-related hallucination due to temperature drop and natural acoustics.” You scientists have no imagination.
Anders:
I have plenty of imagination. I just like using it to build things like augmented reality apps—not to scare myself into avoiding lakes.
Lars:
So you’ve never felt the shiver in your spine when you hear music you can’t explain? Never seen fog curl in just the right way and think—just for a second—maybe there is something watching?
Anders:
I’ve felt that. Of course I have. It’s called pareidolia. Our brains are wired to find patterns and stories where none exist. Evolution made us paranoid apes. But feeling something eerie doesn’t make it true.
Lars: (grinning)
See, you feel it too. You just dress it up in fancy Latin words and pretend it doesn’t mean anything.
Anders:
No, I just accept that “weird feeling” isn’t the same as “a magical Norwegian water demon is luring me with a violin.”
Lars:
You’ve never heard those melodies late at night, drifting across the lake?
Anders:
Yes! You know why? Sven from across the bay practices his fiddle at the weirdest hours. Last summer, I even walked over and told him he was scaring the ducks.
Lars: (eyes widen)
That’s what you think. But what if Sven is the nøkken, just… modernized?
Anders: (laughs so hard he nearly spills his coffee)
Okay, now I want to start a documentary: “The Nøkken Unmasked: Interview with a Fiddle-Wielding Accountant.”
Lars: (laughing too)
You joke, but I still don’t go near the lake alone at night.
Anders:
And yet, you live next to it.
Lars:
Well, I like the inspiration for my paintings. And it is nice to have a lake monster to blame when I misplace my paintbrushes.
Anders:
So you admit the nøkken might just be a scapegoat for your disorganized studio?
Lars: (shrugs)
Maybe. But let me ask you this—what harm is there in believing a little? In keeping the mystery alive?
Anders:
None… as long as you don’t let it stop you from swimming or, I don’t know, launching a boat business. Belief is fine. It’s when it turns into fear that it becomes limiting.
Lars:
Touché. I suppose you’re right. Still… next time you hear violin music from the water, don’t blame Sven so fast.
Anders:
If I ever see the nøkken, I’ll ask him for a Spotify playlist. Maybe he can finally replace your terrible taste in music.
Lars: (grinning)
You just wait. When the nøkken hears that insult, you’ll be his next solo.
[They both laugh, clinking their mugs together, warm in their disagreement and friendship—one believing, one debunking, both thoroughly entertained.]
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