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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[wiccant]

( even when high, it's weird as shit. billy has the wiccan hood pulled low over his eyes where he lounges on loki's ice-throne, watches him snatch items and dancers alike--for a few moments, before eyes shift to the magpies, the horses, back to loki. there's barely any brown left to his eyes, and the faint blue glow to them isn't helping to find that either.

but he's quick up to his feet, cape billowing in the wind where it's not wrapped around him, and reaches a hand out to grab onto the godling; regardless of form, loki tends to stick out even among other asgardians and partygoers. a moment passes, before billy's whispering low: ) I can't remember who brings birds.

[ikols]

Billy! You brought Wiccan too, you're all Pagan'd up!

[ Loki's eyes are wide and dark from mushrooms when he veers around and finds the welcome sight of his Moon Boyfriend there, trussed up in his superheroic smarts. The goat blood streaked down his face has dried by now, fortunately, when he ducks in to peck Billy on the cheek, reaching to hold onto him in the mass of bodies. ]

Oh, the birds ... Don't mind them, they're mine. I'm so glad you came, do you want to dance?

[wiccant]

Mm. I didn't bring another person. ( if he's going to party with asgardians and norsemen he should probably not show up in jeans and tshirts. also: the costume's magic'd, willed into being and the easiest thing he can possibly change into, considering.

loki grabs onto him, and billy shifts to lean up against him, rests weight against his side. ) I'll dance.

( but he's pausing, head tilting back to look up to him. ) I get horses, but birds? When did you start gathering birds? ( inquiring minds must know. )

[ikols]

I was the bird in the mind of the Boy, a Covetous Magpie. Mother called me carrion-eater ... I love this song!

[ Morose musings vanish as soon as drums pick up and he wraps his arms around Billy to join the sway, loose-limbed as he presses in close. Hip to hip. He runs his hands over galaxies that span a waist, drawn in by all the shimmery stars, and rests his temple by another as he crowds in. ]

I can hear prayers tonight, they're louder than usual.

[wiccant]

( loki's hands go lower, so billy moves his own arms to wrap around his neck, fingers interlacing behind his head as he leans in close. the whatever that was before goes quickly forgotten, lips curling up into a small smile as he moves with loki to the beat of the drums. albeit maybe a little slower than he should be. )

Are you going to answer them?

[ikols]

No, they don't want answers. [ He plants a kiss on the corner of Billy's lips, grinning. ] Unless there's something you want ... ?

[wiccant]

If I wanted something from you, I'd ask. ( but he is leaning forward to return that kiss with one of his own, to the tip of loki's nose if he can balance on his toes long enough. )

I hear praying to the God of Mischief can be a bit dangerous.

[ikols]

Only if he doesn't think you're cute as Hel, but you've got that covered.

[ People admire Billy in public, that's what Loki notices, perhaps the red cloak is some sort of universal 'Here's A Hottie' flag that draws in horny jerks. It's annoying enough that he slides off his helm and offers it for Billy to wear. ]

Put this on a sec? I want everyone to know you're with me if we wander apart; I want them to know you wore my helm.

[wiccant]

Oh, good. ( red capes are cool, loki. that's why he has one. eyes follow the very gold and very shiny helm as loki removes it, laughs quietly under his breath as he untangles his arms from around the godling's neck to grab onto it and settle horns against his forehead, making sure it won't fall before taking his hands away and pressing them into loki's shoulders. )

I don't know if I'm responsible enough to wear these in public. ( they're very pointy. )

[ikols]

[ Billy is always so eager to wear the helm and it tugs on something in the pit of Loki's stomach, possessive and wildly devoted whenever he sees him like that. It's also hot as Hel, but that may just be his biased opinion. ]

Aye ... short people are always the most dangerous of all! Now I've created a monster.

[ It's easy to push back a horn and tilt up Billy's chin (easy access!) in one move, and he kisses him through a grin as he pulls him in close. Never mind the crowds, the nibbling of Billy's lower lip is a serious matter that requires all of Loki's attention where they sway to the steady drumbeat, running his hands over galactic sides until he squeezes at Billy's hips with restless caresses.

Loki never quite stop kissing him as he murmurs, ]

I wanted to do this when we went ice skating.

[wiccant]

( his fringe falls over one of the horns, curled edges wrapping their way around it and billy's raising a hand up to try and shove it a little further back, keep it from covering the helm. it doesn't quite work as well as intended, but loki's pushing his head back and kissing him and he no longer cares about how his hair falls over it.

or anything else that's not two feet in front of him. billy returns each kiss, hums soft against the godling's mouth as those hands run down his sides, arches up into him when teeth against his lower lip cause shivers to run down his spine. )

I'm not short, you're just--ridiculously tall. ( not that he minds it any. another kiss, fingers moving to play in the black strands resting against the back of loki's neck. ) We can go if you want. Ice skating.

[ikols]

You don't have the balance for it while sober, let alone high on vegetation. No, stay here with me where you're safe ...

[ Kisses rain down on Billy like petals at a wedding, scattered and light. Loki plays with the bangs curling around his horns, laughing softly. ]

I thought you said you would never drink again, yet here you are getting high instead! Bravo on exploiting your first proper loophole.

[wiccant]

( a low hum in agreement; maybe ice skating isn't the best idea, he'd probably be falling right now if loki didn't have his hands on him. maybe flying instead of falling. something like that. billy definitely feels much lighter than he should be, anchored in by loki's hold on him. )

I'm not high, I'm just. . ( a little floaty. seeing colors and stars dance in the corners of his eyes that definitely. shouldn't be there. getting a little too concerned over there being stars on his hands. he raises one up behind loki, stretches fingertips out where he can see them, moves his hand and watches the stars not move with it, but shift instead. ) I'm so high.

[ikols]

Uh huh. Please don't say "No more Lokis" tonight.

[ Half-joking, half-critical. Billy probably shouldn't have any more shrooms but he's otherwise fine, even Loki feels more sober than he did five minutes ago thanks to a high boyfriend to look after.

The red cloak is huge on Billy so no one can see when Loki taps him lightly on the ass. ]

Only meat for you until dawn.

[wiccant]

But there's already two of you, I really don't think we need any-- ( oh wait. he gets it. billy furrows his brows, pulls back a little to look loki in the eyes. it takes him a minute to think of words, now that he's. trying to think of them. )

Don't touch my ass, your brother's here. ( close enough. )

[ikols]

[ Who allowed this soft potato in a costume into a party brimming with badass Vikings? Oh, wait, that invite was his. Never mind. ]

Thor is nowhere near us and I'm fairly certain he doesn't have x-ray vision.

[ Casting around for somewhere with pseudo-cover, he nudges Billy to head for a tree nearby, a few boles past the edge of the party in the fringe of the woods. There, he can brush back floppy locks from his helm on Billy and get a better look at him in the firelight and relative (music still thunders in the background) quiet. His expression softens as he cups a cheek. ]

Do you want some water?

[wiccant]

( loki is a bad influence; that's already a widely known fact. )

He might. ( if billy is making out nexus-colored patterns in the air around them who the fuck knows what kind of extra superpowers are going around. maybe thor got x-ray vision. maybe has laser eyes. either way, really not into the idea of possibly having thor see loki touch his ass when he's not sure who knows what yet.

loki doesn't scare him, thor does a little. then again, maybe he should watch his words and be careful he doesn't wish x-ray vision onto thor. would it work? who knows. that's something he's not too sure he should test. he follows loki's lead easily enough, heads under the tree and wraps arms loose around the godling's waist, shakes his head. )

I'm okay. ( but he will lean up to steal another kiss. )

[ikols]

[ Kisses are always ready at Billy's slightest demand, long and lingering with a stripe licked across his lips after they become intimately acquainted in a mess of slick heat. Loki fairly loves the sounds of wet smacking when they part, plucking more just to fill the air. They are officially the gross young couple that make-out in public and he isn't sorry one bit. ]

Have you kissed anyone under the mistletoe yet?

[wiccant]

( billy--might be sorry, later. not for making out with loki, but for doing it where people can see. now, he's got his full attention forward, on the feeling of loki's lips against his own, his tongue, the taste of him, the feel of loki against him and billy couldn't give a shit about the party still going on in the distance, nor the beat of the drums. )

I haven't. ( the horns are definitely in the way--he realizes that when he leans in to press his face into loki's neck, instead presses the curve of them against his skin. at least he didn't miss with the pointy bits. ) I've been busy.

[ikols]

Oh, busy? How enigmatic! Are you going to tell me what you've been up to?

[ Delicately plucking the helm from Billy's forehead for the time being, he hooks it on a nearby branch and leans back in to gather him close. Much better. ]

[wiccant]

Partying. ( obviously.

without the horns in his way, he moves his head down, wipes kiss-slick lips off against loki's neck. ) I kinda want to go back, but you're really good at kissing.

[ikols]

[ Well, that's just gross so don't mind him using that red cloak to wipe off his neck. ]

Flatterer. There's no time-limit or cap on these kisses. You can have some later too, if you manage to get yourself home.

[wiccant]

( that's fine, he'll just magic up a new one later. )

I'll come find you when I'm done. And it's not flattery. ( a low, contemplative hum, before he starts laughing against loki's neck. ) Silvertongue.

[ikols]

[ A sigh huffs in Billy's hair as an irresistible smile pulls at Loki's lips. Billy really is so high. ]

Okay, then. Find me later, wild child.

[ He plants a kiss on top of a crown and a cheek, a third one chastely on Billy's lips, and then walks back to the party with him. He isn't the first to let go of their hands when they say goodbye. ]

[wiccant]

( he is very high. billy's free hand reaches to grab back onto the helm before they take off, easily sliding it back into place and leaving the fringe over it; no one brings hair gel to a norse party, so it can't be helped. fingers release loki's own without much hesitation; it's not as if he's going far, and billy can track him down if need be.

twice before the party's done, billy finds him: once for a dance, once for another chaste kiss. it's the third time he comes up to loki that's it's quite obvious he's done, high tampering out. an arm moves to grab loki around his midsection from behind, wraps tight around him as billy's head moves to rest against the center of his back (helm securely held in the other hand, as if he's letting go of that), leaning his weight against him. )

There are two of you here and a third so how do you feel so different? ( there's a mess of garbled nonsense that come after, followed by: ) Your family is very intimidating.