The Yule Log

[ragnarsson]

who: The Norse and everyone else in the city!
what: The Norse celebrate Yule. Gods help everyone.
when: December 22nd, Winter Solstice
where: Somewhere outside
warnings: Alcohol, drugs, animal sacrifice, blood play, rough foreplay, sex. Will update if necessary.



The Yule celebration has gotten underway on the Winter Solstice and it promises to be a most interesting night. The Norse have gone all out with this affair to make sure it's going to be a success. First thing to be spotted is a bonfire, so big that you might want to be careful not to trip around it, because you'll fall right in. There's plenty of room for dancing too, if you feel like grooving to a beat that's a little more unusual than most.

The Yule celebration shares a lot of similarities with Christmas, so it's a good time for gift giving. There's little shoes on a table, mimicking the tradition where Odin would leave presents for good children by putting them in their shoes. Claim one as your own and maybe a friend will leave a gift inside one for you. Watch it though. Any grinches will be fed to the Yule Cat.

There's a table set up to the right of the bonfire with food, mostly of the hearty kind that the Norse seem to prefer, and of course, lots of alcohol. Please remember not to get into any drinking contests with the gods. They will observe no responsibility for what happens afterward.

There are also mushrooms for consumption, provided by everyone's favorite psychotic Viking, Ivar The Boneless. These ones are directly from his home world, which means they come with a variety of side effects. They have the ability to make a person hallucinate quite a bit. But they can also make people much more horny than usual. Lastly, there's the effect that hits some people in making them extremely violent. Sometimes one effect hits, sometimes more than one. In any case, anyone who consumes some is assured to have an...interesting time.

On a lighter note, there's mistletoe scattered around, hung from the trees and tent beams. Fun fact: the Vikings were the first one to use it for the tradition of kissing. Of course, they also believed it was a plant that was powerful enough to kill a god, so the kissing was ostensibly for protection.

At the height of the night, there will be an animal sacrifice done. A goat is slaughtered and the blood from it is gathered into a couple of bowls. If you'd really like to go all out like a Viking, paint your face in the still-warm blood, or drink a little bit of it. Otherwise, enjoy freshly seared chunks of goat as it bastes over the bonfire.

Have fun, drink, fight, and remember to make your ancestors proud!

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[Don't expect any help from Ivar. Hiccup's friend is probably even more stoned than he is right now. They really need adult supervision, but considering most of the adults are probably drunk or high too, they're on their own here. Ivar wheels up, barely in a straight line, grinning broadly.]

Hiccup! Do you see all the colors?!

[And then he gives his Viking friend a bone-crushing hug. It's a bit hard to judge his own strength when he's having fun looking at all the pretty rainbows around him.]

[thisisamazing]

[Ivar is a really bad influence. This is Ivar's fault. Hiccup yelps as he's suddenly dragged into a bone-crushing hug, practically falling over into Ivar's lap and gripping at his wheel to try and stay upright. He's still swaying a little.]

The- the colors-? [One hand finds Ivar's shoulder, presumably to steady himself because the world is swaying again, but then he just starts. Petting him there. His clothes are soft.] Wow. Wow, uh. The sky looks weird.

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[He traces the outline vaguely of what he sees as a large yellow-shaped splotch there above their heads.]

So pretty. Like soap bubbles.

[He means the light that refracts off the bubbles, but words are a little elusive right now. He figures Hiccup will understand anyway. He vaguely feels Hiccup's hand apparently petting his shoulder, but right now, he's a bit disconnected from his own body. Are his shoulders still there or did they wander off on their own? Hard to tell.]

[thisisamazing]

Soap bubbles... [He mumbles, looking around with wide eyes. Everything is off, a little fuzzy around the edges, outlines swimming and changing until nothing is quite the way it should be. Luckily he only had one, if this is what one mushroom does to his vision. He sways again, snapping his vacant gaze back to Ivar.] Bubbles! Like ideas, I can see ideas!

[Oh no.]

[ragnarsson]

You can see ideas? What kind of ideas?

[Ivar looks rapt with attention, at least as much as he can be while looking through the haze. Hiccup has invented all sorts of things, so clearly, he must have another good inspiration for one right now. Two high Vikings getting all sorts of ideas in their heads. This will only end well for both of them.]

[thisisamazing]

For- inventions. The most amazing things you could ever think of! [His voice goes low then, hushed with excitement, eyes wide.] We could revolutionize viking-ing.

[ragnarsson]

Yeeesss.

[Ivar can see it all now. They will take the world by storm with what the two of them are going to dream up.]

We're going to need materials. Something to build with.

[Twigs and stones should suit them just fine in their current state.]

[thisisamazing]

Yes! Perfect! [He basically just sweeps up an armful of ground debris and plops there in the dirt, frowning down at twigs and pebbles, drawing nonsense shapes in the dirt around them.]

This is going to be- amazing, Ivar. So amazing.

[ragnarsson]

Of course. Because you are brilliant. And I am brilliant. And now we are brilliant together.

[It's a good thing these mushrooms have made them both happy. It would kill the buzz if they'd both ended up sad or something. Right now, they're having the time of their lives there in the dirt.]

[thisisamazing]

We're going to be famous, we're going to change the viking world. Well, I changed the viking world once, now we'll do it again together. [Normally he would be a bit more humble but frankly it's true.

He's piling up pebbles in a sort of pyramid shape, and doing something with some sticks.] Here, look, we'll put a lever here...

[ragnarsson]

Psh, changing the world is only good if people remember your name afterwards. Which they did with mine, so that's okay!

[Ivar leans over to see what Hiccup is doing, watching with rapt attention. He ends up leaning over just a little too far and falls right out of the chair with a Plop! Whoops. At least he doesn't seem to be that upset by it, just sitting right back up, and watching Hiccup some more.]

[thisisamazing]

[Yeah he barely seems to notice that Ivar falls out of his chair, just that he's closer, and Hiccup can lean in to show him the pile of sticks and pebbles and finger-drawings in the dirt better. But then his eyes widen a little.] Woah, you're famous? I'm famous. I'm-

no, it's not fun. Bad guys come after me.

[ragnarsson]

That's no good. Do what I do. Kill all your enemies, feast on their flesh, and gain power from their energy.

[No, Ivar's never actually cannibalized anyone, but hey, the words sound good right now.]

[thisisamazing]

[Hiccup practically knocks over their stick and rock sculpture to stare wide eyed at Ivar. He whispers comically loudly,]

You eat people?!