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

[trashvalkyrie]

Wh—

[She jerks her hand back and lets him loose, crossing her arms in front of her, looking grumpy.]

That wasn't actually an invitation.

[ikols]

Shouldn't make fake propositions to cute boys at parties, then.

[ He curtsies, spreading his coat, and cocks his head at her. ]

Who are you, O'Unsmoochable One?

[trashvalkyrie]

You should learn to distinguish a proposition from a threat.

[This is uncanny. It's weird. She hasn't known Loki for long, but it's still weirding her out majorly.]

...Val.

[She purses her lips.]

You're Loki, aren't you.

[ikols]

Val's half a name, you're cheating.

[ He straightens and dares to trot a bit closer, still keeping a sensible couple of feet between them. ]

I see the horns are giving me away, I'll have to exchange them for poultry wings.

[trashvalkyrie]

The other half's not even my real name.

[She doesn't move away, to her credit, but she doesn't uncross her arms, either.]

They're smaller than the other one's. But then again, so're you.

[ikols]

[ Rude, lady!! ]

Um, it's not the size of the horns, it's what you do with them that counts.

[ Excuse him, he needs a drink from this table over here right now. ]

[trashvalkyrie]

[It's okay, she's not a lady : )]

You've got that bit right, at least. So, what, you're his...twin? Younger self? Shade?

[ikols]

I'm actually the elder of us, isn't that a treat? Technically. I come from a different universe within the same Multiverse that we share, assuming you know the other Loki because you're from Asgard too. [ """VAL""" ... ] I'm a reality-warping, interdimensional man of mischief! You wouldn't believe the amount of Asgards I've seen.

[ He's a Loki that crosses universes, isn't that reassuring. ]

[trashvalkyrie]

[Okay, that's a lot of information, but not so wacky that she can't keep thread of it. She wrinkles her nose.]

Who says I'm from Asgard? I could be one of these Norse crazy people. Vikings.

[ikols]

[ Have a flat look, Val. ]

As likely as you make that sound, I doubt a mortal could take hold of me and stop me in my tracks.

[trashvalkyrie]

[She shrugs, glancing away.]

Fair enough. Anyway, I met Loki away from Asgard, as it happens.

[ikols]

What were you both getting up to? A whirlwind romance in Alfheim? Steamy adventures in Muspelheim?

[ It really is fun to see how much it takes to irritate her. ]

[trashvalkyrie]

[She fakes a gag into her mug of ale.]

Hardly. More like stealing spaceships on Sakaar. A healthy amount of attempted betrayal.

[ikols]

Well, the key word being 'attempted', mixed with your lack of intense ire, I'd say you got on fine. No?

[ Do tell, otherwise. ]

[trashvalkyrie]

Fine enough. I only had to tie him up the once. And we ended up on the same side, in the end.

[And here? Here, they've been amiable enough. It's been fine.]

[ikols]

[ These are some of the waggliest brows in the Multiverse as Loki sips his ale. He's not saying anything. ]

[trashvalkyrie]

[Her eye roll is good natured, but she is smirking just a tiny bit.]

If that's what you want to think, go ahead.

[ikols]

Why are you over here chatting shit with me when you could be taking that fair maiden a drink? I'm sure he'd accept.

[trashvalkyrie]

I'll pass, thanks. You seem keen for him and I to be a thing, don't you?

[ikols]

I encourage happiness and love at every opportunity.

[ Yeah, it may be best to watch this one. ]

[trashvalkyrie]

Uh-huh.

[She drains the rest of her mug of ale, and lets it thunk to the ground. She can get another one if she wants it.]

And I'm Freyja.

[ikols]

Actually, Freyja's in a tank in my bedroom.

[ The straightest of faces as he downs his ale, tossing it over a shoulder. ]

[trashvalkyrie]

...I'm sorry, what?

[Okay, you got her attention.]

[ikols]

My pet viper, her namesake was my dear old mother.

[ But he did enjoy the look on Val's face just then, hah. ]

[trashvalkyrie]

Oh. So not her rotting corpse. Good to know.

[Dick.]