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

[fiercestwarrior]

[ She leans in a little, as if to tell him a secret. ]

It wasn't always an accident. You were a very vexing boy.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Dryly. ]

I'd be flattered if I wasn't aware that all boys vexed you at that age.

[fiercestwarrior]

It's true. But if it makes you feel better you were still the most annoying.

[dothelokimotion]

I bear that title proudly.

[ If you have to be known, be known for something ]

[fiercestwarrior]

And what title would you give me in turn?

[dothelokimotion]

[ He raises an eyebrow at her. ]

Is that wise?

[fiercestwarrior]

[ She flows close for a moment, almost as if she is about to kiss him, and then spins away again, the drums like a second heartbeat within her. ]

I do not feel like being wise tonight.

[dothelokimotion]

Perhaps that in itself possesses a certain form of wisdom.

[ Certainly Loki has none. ]

Let's see . . . Sif the Tempestuous.

[fiercestwarrior]

That is a title for a spoiled brat. Suitable only for my youngest days.

[dothelokimotion]

That's a harsh view on a tempest.

[fiercestwarrior]

I have a harsh view on most things.

[dothelokimotion]

Then why not be the tempest? Follow your own winds.

[fiercestwarrior]

My winds have nowhere to go.

[dothelokimotion]

[ A slight pause. Loki is well adept in recognizing grief after all. ]

Winds do not need to know where they go. They simply blow and find their way, whether it is known or not.

[fiercestwarrior]

[ She puts a hand on his cheek, stilling for a moment. ]

I grieved for you, you know.

[dothelokimotion]

[ The touch startles him enough that his expression slips. He looks away. ]

Why bother? Am I not better off dead and buried? I make a better ghost than a person.

[fiercestwarrior]

It was not a choice I made.

[ If she could have chosen, she would certainly have liked to cast him out of her heart the way he clearly thought that she had. ]

You know me, Loki. Do you think I stop loving once I have begun?

[ You can thank the shrooms for all this emotional honesty. ]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki looks at her, his gaze clouded. ]

No.

[ A beat. ]

But I do not think you know me. You risked everything for Thor. Why didn't you try to save me?

[ Even as he says it, Loki knew why. Because deep down, they all saw him craven enough. Desperate enough. Until in the end, he was alone with Gungnir in his hands and he went wild with it. There was no one there. No Thor, no Odin and a despondent mother dealing with the loss of two loved ones. He didn't need a response. Gently, he lowers his arms. ]

Love or not, you can't reconcile my existence.

[fiercestwarrior]

Were you even willing to let yourself be truly known?

[ She would still claim that she saw him clearer than most did, but that is somewhat beside the point at the moment. ]

How could I have saved you? I did not know the path you had set for yourself until all I could do was try to stop you.

[ She saw that he was bitter and resentful, yes, and it is true that that pushed her away rather than motivate her to try and become closer with him. Their relationship had always been defined by a certain amount of strife after all. ]

[dothelokimotion]

Don't play word games with me. Whatever love you claim, you were not my friend, Sif.

[ Because Loki finally has his own friends. His own connections. People who will call him out but also not give up on him. The difference was stark. He held no bitterness towards Sif and the Warriors Three. Especially at this juncture.

But he will not give them the title of friend. Loki steps back. ]

I don't need to be jealous or petty to see that.

[fiercestwarrior]

Then I suppose you were not mine either.

[ Because whatever he thinks she did not give him, she never received it from him either.

She steps closer again, to give him a brief kiss on the cheek. ]

Farewell, Loki.

[ It is not exactly forgiveness, but she will leave him be now. He does not want her, and she is sick to the bone of not being wanted. So she leaves, vowing to make this parting be the one that sticks. ]

[dothelokimotion]

[ He threads his fingers in her hair before letting it fall. ]

Farewell, Sif of the Tempest.

[ At the very least, they're both used to that. But whatever laid in the past, Loki is not keen on walking those paths and reliving those moments. He turns on his heel to leave, dragging his thumb over his mouth. Sentiment. The old ache has returned and he turns to the fire, recalling the way Asgard burned. ]