Ladle bike park is pretty hard to find because you need to find our town first. The town is called Litenskiloper, which translates to “little skier” in Norwegian. I’ll pay you five bucks if you can find it on a paper map. It’s not a small town by any means, but the ancestors of Litenskiloper have done everything in their power to keep our town under cover.In elementary, kids used to tell each other that our town was a secret because it had undetected connections with the norwegian government. I wasn’t one for rumors in my childhood, I was too concerned with my own body and the fact that it made me feel like crawling out of my own skin. Norwegian government or not, I have more important things to focus on. I am short enough that Vilhelm doesn’t even try to tell me that he’s right there, he just reaches over my shoulder and takes the croissant from Mr. Dahl. “Right above you, half-pint.” Vilhelm whispers before he turns away, presumably to go back to wherever he was hiding when I first entered. I glare at his back as he goes, wishing that I had laser eyes. M/M, Mystery