Lars stod midt i hjertet af København, iført en storslået vikingehjelm.

Lars stood in the heart of Copenhagen, wearing a magnificent Viking helmet.

Med sit korte, røde skæg og stramme læderbukser følte han sig virkelig som en moderne viking.

With his short, red beard and tight leather trousers, he really felt like a modern Viking.

Men der var ét problem - han kendte ikke vejene i København.

But there was one problem - he didn't know the roads in Copenhagen.

Han havde fået en gave af sin bedstefar, som sagde, at hjelmen ville give ham mod og styrke som en ægte viking.

He had been given a gift by his grandfather, who said the helmet would give him the courage and strength of a true Viking.

Men ingen havde fortalt Lars, at hjelmen også ville forvandle ham til byens største attraktion.

But no one had told Lars that the helmet would also transform him into the city's biggest attraction.

Lars vævede ubeslutsomt gennem hudløst moderne cykelsti-labyrinten.

Lars weaved indecisively through the skinless modern cycle path maze.

Han forsøgte at finde vej uden at blive mast af hurtige cyklister eller spidse albuer.

He tried to find his way without being mauled by fast cyclists or pointed elbows.

På trods af sin hjelm, begyndte han at føle sig mere som en hjælpeløs sparv end en frygtindgydende vikingehelt.

Despite his helmet, he began to feel more like a helpless sparrow than a fearsome Viking hero.

Mens han tumlede rundt, fik Lars periferien fyldt med latterligt smilende mennesker.

As he tumbled around, Lars had the periphery filled with ridiculously smiling people.

De pegede og tog billeder af ham med deres smartphones.

They pointed and took pictures of him with their smartphones.

Lars var forvirret - var det normen i København at gå rundt med en vikingehjelm?

Lars was confused - was it the norm in Copenhagen to walk around with a Viking helmet?

Jo længere ind i labyrinten Lars bevægede sig, desto mere støjende blev folkemængden.

The further into the labyrinth Lars moved, the noisier the crowd became.

Han følte sig som en sensationshungrig berømthed, men han var bare en almindelig fyr, der forsøgte at finde vej.

He felt like a sensation-hungry celebrity, but he was just a regular guy trying to find his way.

Så hørte Lars en rasen af lyde, der mindede meget om skramlende sværd.

Then Lars heard a flurry of sounds that were very reminiscent of rattling swords.

Han kiggede rundt og opdagede en flok cyklister, alle iført hjelme af forskellige fabrikater.

He looked around and spotted a group of cyclists, all wearing helmets of various makes.

Cyklisternes øjne lyste op, da de så Lars.

The cyclists' eyes lit up when they saw Lars.

Hans vikingehjelm var en ægte konkurrent til deres moderne beskyttelsesudstyr.

His Viking helmet was a real competitor to their modern protective gear.

En mand i neonfarver kørte tættere på Lars og råbte: "Hvad bilder du dig ind?

A man in neon colors drove closer to Lars and shouted: "What are you imagining?

Vi er ægte cyklister her!"

We are real cyclists here!"

Lars vidste ikke, hvad han skulle gøre, men hans vikingeblod begyndte at sitre i hans årer.

Lars didn't know what to do, but his Viking blood began to quiver in his veins.

"Jeg er Lars, en vikingehelt!"

"I'm Lars, a Viking hero!"

råbte han tilbage.

he shouted back.

"Jeg er her for at erobre København på min cykel!"

"I'm here to conquer Copenhagen on my bike!"

De andre cyklister grinede og klappede, og pludselig kunne Lars se, at de ikke var fjender, men ligesindede.

The other cyclists laughed and clapped, and suddenly Lars could see that they were not enemies, but like-minded people.

De var alle bare mennesker, der ønskede at have det sjovt og nyde livet.

They were all just people who wanted to have fun and enjoy life.

Sammen cyklede de gennem Københavns gader, lige så forvirrende som altid.

Together they cycled through the streets of Copenhagen, as confusing as ever.

Men denne gang havde de det sjovt og lavede indianerudbrud, mens de ringede i deres klokker.

But this time they had fun, doing Indian bursts while ringing their bells.

Da solen gik ned, fandt Lars sig selv foran en gammel vikingeborg.

As the sun set, Lars found himself in front of an old Viking castle.

Han hævede sin hjelm og råbte: "Tak for en fantastisk dag, mine nye venner!

He raised his helmet and shouted, "Thanks for a great day, my new friends!

Lad os erobre København igen en anden gang!"

Let's conquer Copenhagen again another time!"

Folkemængden kastede deres hænder i vejret og råbte vikingehymner, mens de fejrede deres nye vikingekonge.

The crowd threw their hands in the air and shouted Viking hymns as they celebrated their new Viking king.

Lars smilede bredt og følte sig som en rigtig vikingehelt.

Lars smiled broadly and felt like a real Viking hero.

Fra den dag blev Lars kendt som "Vikingecyklisten" i hele København.

From that day Lars became known as the "Viking Cyclist" throughout Copenhagen.

Han navigerede stadigvæk sin vej gennem labyrinten af cykelstier, men nu gjorde han det med et smil på læben og hjertet fuld af eventyrlyst.

He still navigated his way through the maze of bike paths, but now he did so with a smile on his face and a heart full of adventure.