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!

Comments

sad tony stark | open

[inebriety]

i. shots
[Tony is here purely because alcohol is involved. Okay, not quite true. He enjoyed Thor's and the smaller Loki's company enough to come and see a barbarian party. He's been drinking steadily since he arrived and he's been going around topping up everyone's mugs at the same time. Early on, he's coherent and charming as he flirts with everyone he talks to, but as the night goes on he ends up sitting by the table completely out of it. It doesn't stop him from trying to get more alcohol in him. He's going to be completely miserable the next day especially since he's barely eaten.

He's not touching the mushrooms, alcohol is his choice in mind altering drugs.]

ii. mistletoe
[Tony has made it his goal to catch every single person here under mistletoe. It doesn't matter how reluctant they might be, he wants a kiss from everyone.]

iii. animal sacrifice
[Objectively he knew what the goat was for, but that still didn't prepare him for seeing it happen. A part of him had been in denial, expecting that maybe they wouldn't take it literally in this day and age. He looks down at the slaughtered goat, face pale and he sways before throwing up the meagre contents of his stomach.

Oh, don't worry the goat's clear. He wasn't standing close enough for that, but Tony's going to be heaving for a while. Good thing he's been experienced at this.]

iv. wildcard
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iii

[thisisamazing]

[Yikes. That guy's not looking so good. Hiccup can sympathize; he was trying to subtly disappear for the sacrifice part before rejoining the party after. He still thinks about making his escape, but it doesn't seem fair not to offer it to the stranger, too.

He clasps a hand over his shoulder lightly and tugs, away from the direction of the bonfire and the goat. Hiccup's a little green-tinged himself, expression contorted into a cringe.]

You, uh, you okay? Come on, let's go take a minute. I don't- really want to be around for this part either.

[inebriety]

[Tony's easily led away and he's grateful someone's actually doing it in a crowd full of people who think this sort of thing is normal.]

Thanks.

[He swipes a beer as they go past and he uses that to wash his mouth out. He still feels nauseous, but at least now he doesn't have to stare at it's dead eyes and--

He doubles over again, eyes shut tightly closed as he fights to keep the nausea down.]

[thisisamazing]

[They don't Do sacrifices on Berk, so he completely gets not being okay with this display. Once they get a little ways off from the rest of the party and Tony doubles over again, Hiccup cringes slightly and rubs his back in a soothing circle.]

You'll feel better if you let it out. Probably.

[inebriety]

[Tony takes a few shallow breaths before looking up.]

It actually isn't. Long term vomiting has a number of different complications.

[thisisamazing]

[Hiccup just gives him a weird look, and his voice is just maybe a touch higher with alarm.] How long do you plan to be throwing up?

[inebriety]

[That gets an unexpected laugh out of him.] Maybe one more time later if I manage to sober up.

[Speaking of which he has thrown up most of what he's drunk today.]

Ugh, I need a drink.

iii

[ikols]

[ She's seen him around, having a good time herself, but it isn't until Loki hears retching that she paces over with her own flagon of ale loosely in her hand.

And blood streaked down her face from the sacrifice, courtesy of Ivar. ]

Don't vom near the dancefloor!

[inebriety]

[Tony lifts his head to look up at Loki and oh god, it's all over her face. He holds up a hand to ask her to wait a moment before making another valiant attempt at throwing up his innards.

This time, he doesn't look up.]

Did you have to do that here?

[ikols]

Did you? Look who's being sick!

[ She does cast around and find some ale for him however, patting him on the back as she offers the mug. Sometimes she wishes Anthony hadn't left her with a certain degree of fondness for Starks. ]

Rinse. You'll feel better.

[inebriety]

[Maybe normal people would find it distasteful to rinse their mouth out with ale, but Tony wasn't normal in any sense of the word. He takes a mouthful and spits it out before downing the rest. It doesn't really help, but it makes him feel like it should.]

I wasn't expecting that! [He jabs towards the carcass, but pointedly avoids looking at it.] I thought there'd be weed brownies and orgies, not-- that!

[ikols]

These are Vikings and Asgardians, not actual frat boys.

[ Some buttered bread is passed Tony's way, hopefully to settle his stomach. ]

i

[trashvalkyrie]

[Val finds her (comically large) flagon of ale being filled, and she glances up with a cocked eyebrow and a skeptical grin, raising it in salute toward Tony before tilting her head back to down about three quarters of it in one go.]

Didn't realize they'd hired cute waiters for this.

[inebriety]

[It took a lot for Tony to take offence and it was rare that he held grudges so he wouldn't have been annoyed about being mistaken for the help even if she didn't call him cute.]

You can't blame a man for wanting to be surrounded by pretty things.

But unfortunately I'm only here to grasp every opportunity to approach the multitude of attractive people here.

[trashvalkyrie]

Fair enough. Either way, thanks for the refill.

[She cocks her head; this guy looks familiar. Why does he look familiar? Her booze brain can't quite track it.]

Nobody could blame you. You don't exactly look like the kind to worship my kind. [Well, Thor and Loki's kind. The Aesir. But still.]

[inebriety]

[Tony continues to top them both up every now and then.]

I'm more than a little drunk so I'm going to ask for clarification. Do you mean religiously or in bed?

[He says while displaying absolutely no obvious signs of being heavily inebriated.]

[trashvalkyrie]

[They're both exceptional at holding their liquor, in that case.

Val tosses back her head and cackles.]

Religiously, actually. [Cocking her head toward Thor and the Lokis.] I'm not a god, but they are.

[inebriety]

[He looks a little disappointed to hear that. In bed was the far more entertaining answer.]

I'm an atheist actually. I accept that they're beings of immense power so that they are called gods, but I don't believe they're responsible for the universe.

But I'm really here because this Thor's another version of my friend and there's free drinks.

[He shakes his mug at her before downing it.]

ii

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar looks up at the mistletoe like the plant has betrayed him and then looks a bit below it to where Tony is. There's suspicion stamped clearly across his features.]

I don't like that look on your face.

[Not that he would absolutely mind getting a kiss from a Stark, but still, he's not going to give in just like that.]

[inebriety]

[Look at what he's done, Tony's pouting now. This is a grown man here.]

I always have this look on my face. [That's actually true.] You might as well say you don't like my face and we all know that's a lie.

[ragnarsson]

I have very little regard for you and your face. [Never let it be said that Ivar ever sugarcoats things.] But I'm sure you have more than enough for yourself to go around

[Then he points upwards to the mistletoe.]

Now are you gonna fulfill the tradition here? It's bad luck not to.

[inebriety]

[Oh good, he feels obligated to pull through. This makes needling the guy a lot easier.]

I will, I just want to ask about your preferences first. Do you want to close your eyes if you have such little regard for my face?

I promise I'll be gentle, unless you like it a little rough.

[ragnarsson]

...you're just really hoping to get punched in the face tonight, aren't you?

[The only thing keeping Ivar from doing it is, that despite his violent ways, he rarely uses just his hands when fighting. That's a good way to damage them and he's not about to leave himself without use of both his legs and hands.]

Just shut up and kiss me.

i

[suckstobestrange]

[Stephen liked Ivar enough to show up at this little gathering, and actually found himself enjoying it. Something about the energy of the people there appealed to him, and so he figured there would be no harm in sticking around.

Not that he was expecting to have someone leaning in from the side to fill his mug, brows lifting slightly as he glanced over to see Tony there.]

Cheers.

[He hadn't actually been drinking anything alcoholic, but what harm would it do?]

[inebriety]

[Tony has no idea who Stephen is, but it doesn't matter as long as he's spreading the holiday cheer and getting people drunk with him.]

Cheers!

[He clinks their mugs together before downing his in one shot. Then he looks at Stephen expectantly. It's his turn now.]