[The entire world looks very bright right now, though edges of his vision are a little fuzzier than Ivar is used to. He's still on a high, but the solemn nature of the ritual is not lost on the Viking. Having the gods actually here makes the belief system of the Norse stand out as something special right now, something more tangible and real then the other myriad of religions that are in the city.
Then Loki approaches and Ivar is fairly bewitched by the greenness of his eyes. They seem to glow as they reflect the torchlight, somehow absorbing the darkness around them as well. Such old eyes, the kind that have gone through much, even death, and been reborn anew. There's a reason that Floki, Ivar's mentor, claimed kinship to the god, for the Silvertongue was one of the most infamous for a good reason.
With the goat's blood still warm on his fingers, he paints three lines on each of Loki's cheeks and his forehead. Nine, the number held most sacred by the Norse. There's power in the belief of things and Ivar can feel it now, the same crackle of energy that had filled the air just before Odin had visited him to inform him of his father's death.]
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Then Loki approaches and Ivar is fairly bewitched by the greenness of his eyes. They seem to glow as they reflect the torchlight, somehow absorbing the darkness around them as well. Such old eyes, the kind that have gone through much, even death, and been reborn anew. There's a reason that Floki, Ivar's mentor, claimed kinship to the god, for the Silvertongue was one of the most infamous for a good reason.
With the goat's blood still warm on his fingers, he paints three lines on each of Loki's cheeks and his forehead. Nine, the number held most sacred by the Norse. There's power in the belief of things and Ivar can feel it now, the same crackle of energy that had filled the air just before Odin had visited him to inform him of his father's death.]