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

[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.

[ikols]

There you are, I was about to come looking ...

[ It's the end of the night and most people are crashing on cots of fur or passing out wherever but Loki couldn't if he tried, not here. It's been fun, just ... his guts are twisted up into a queasy mess and his head is banging from the mushrooms, too much shapeshifting in one night and this is a bender he never wants to repeat. This was fun and homely, kind of, but it's like he went too far in one direction and now he may spend tomorrow in a coffee shop with a laptop and his phone, bundled down in quiet technology and modern sugary drinks just to find a sense of equilibrium.

Draping his arms around Billy when he turns, he takes the helm back and brushes through his hair, soothing that anxious, hungover burbling. "Intimidating" is an odd word for Billy to use, he ought to be loving this ...

Maybe he's just exhausted too. He looks it. ]

Let's go home to bed. Yeah?

[ Funny how at a party literally tailored to Asgardians and Vikings, Loki feels so much more relaxed with just Billy close by. ]

[wiccant]

( it was exciting. meeting new people, talking with thor, having angela try and tackle him to the ground in a fit of excitement--meeting ivar the boneless, being able to hang around asgardians and vikings from a time long before his own.

now he's just exhausted and Done. his head's still fuzzy, but it's slipping from that weird, overly floaty feeling to more of a weird buzzed; even idle thoughts are stressful as hell--billy's tired of it. he leans into loki's fingers easy enough, gives a soft, pleased hum as they comb through messy hair, before he's moving a hand up to entangle his fingers with the other's own. )

It's not that far to walk, right? ( teleporting when he can barely form a full coherent line of thought really isn't a safe idea; he doesn't know how far gone loki is, but he also looks tired. )

[ikols]

There's a coffee shop along the way, we can stop and get hot drinks.

[ His arm drapes around red shoulders as snow starts to fall again, Loki hooking his helm on a belt just for somewhere to put it that hasn't got dried goat's blood. He could probably use a quick wash at that coffee shop, too.

As they head off, he sheds a curious look on the witch under his arm. ]

So-ooo, "different" how?

[wiccant]

( billy's own hand wraps around loki's waist, hooks a thumb into a belt loop to hold onto him without gripping on too tightly. his face turns to press a cheek against loki's shirt, leaning into him. )

I wouldn't know how to explain it. ( aside from the obvious things, which isn't what he meant, really. ) I may be biased, but you're definitely cuter.

( ah, which reminds him-- ) I kissed an alternative Loki's kid.

[ikols]

Funny, I described myself as "the cute one" and the backlash was immeasurable. Nice to finally have someone who will fight my adorable corner.

[ His brows fly up at the news of a child, born from one of the Loser Crew across the Multiverse. ]

What are they like?

[wiccant]

You have a parade of animals that follow you basically wherever you go. ( disney princess loki laufeyson. ) I'd say that's pretty cute.

( which doesn't even go into how clingy loki is, how much he just likes being touched and touching. truly, one of the cutest things about this loki. )

They're cute. I asked which Loki was their mom, and they claimed you. ( a pause, lips pursing. ) Despite saying it wasn't you. Mouthy. A shapeshifter. Definitely more used to rampaging Lokis.

[ikols]

It's not a parade, it's a crew.

[ Let him be cool, he knows the lingo!! Speaking of touching his fingers slide into Billy's hair as they walk, remembering how he hummed earlier. ]

Oh, dear. I'll offer them fewer rampages and more cool magical items, would that work? I'd like to make a good impression, for once.

[wiccant]

( hairpets are always good and he's leaning into loki's hand, giving a low, pleased sound as he does his best to remember he's still walking, and staying on his feet is just as important as hairpets. )

I think Alex likes you already, but the less rampages and more cool magic items would work in your favor, I'd bet.

[ikols]

Noted.

[ That's actually reassuring to hear, it feels like Billy is giving him a foot in the door with the child. ]

And what would work in my favour with cute witches, do you think: chai, chocolate, or mint?

[ He asks it as they roll up outside the coffee shop, still open at godsforsaken hours. Loki will be sure to tip them well. ]

[wiccant]

( billy's always here to help in dealing with complicated family situations. this can't be any more hard than teddy's kree versus skrull family wars. and alex seems pretty great. )

Hmm. . right now? Chai. ( it's a little late for coffee, but still early enough in the night that he wants something with a decent amount of caffeine in it. when they get close, billy shifts his grip on loki, slides out from under his arm but does grab onto his hand instead. ) Straight home after, or do you have post-Yule party plans?

[ikols]

[ He doesn't get cold, per se, but he enjoys shivering when the heat of the indoors hits him, just to show he appreciates it. Little mortal things like that. Chai and a hot chocolate with cream and marshmallows, please. The poor baristas seem to have transformed into zombies a few hours prior, so he blanks them after that to tuck Billy's bangs behind an ear. ]

Post-party-party plans? Certainly. Letting this migraine abate as I sip the goodly sweetness of chocolate and yourself, preferably in pyjamas, in bed.

[ Oh. He should ... probably ask. Things. ]

Ah, if you want to stay in my room with me tonight, that is, instead of walking the endless corridor back to yours.

[wiccant]

( he could go back to his room in the communal housing area, where he does keep his hair gel and pyjamas, soaps and stuff for later. a busy night of dancing with norsefolk and partying among asgardians has left him feeling more than a little sweaty, and definitely in need of a change of clothes but he supposes--that's not too hard, right?

billy can magic up some pyjamas even while like this. the answer takes him a minute--much less because he's contemplating how he wants to answer and more because he's thinking about clothes, but. ) Mm, that's fine.

( the hand holding onto loki's own raises, moves up his forearm. ) Did you leave Freyja at home?

[ikols]

[ Acting cool as Billy decides if the sleepover is happening, he nods in relief. ]

Yeah, I bothered her a little earlier but I sent her back to her tank. I think she was semi-hibernating. [ Idly adjusting that red hood. ] Why do you ask?

[wiccant]

For a snake, she is a very good babysitter. ( which still explains fuck all, but.

whatever. he raises both hands to grab onto the ones messing with his hood, tries to entangle his fingers with loki's own. ) But I guess it is past that time for snakes, huh.

[ikols]

[ This is Loki's Figuring Shit Out face, a squint with a curled lip. ]

You think she'd be spying on us? As the only adult in the room. [ Oh, boy, grand efforts are made into keeping his face straight. ] Billy, would you feel better about sleeping over if I moved Freyja's tank to the lounge for the night?

[ She'll be toasty with the hearth and a billion channels to surf. ]

[wiccant]

( see now he's just imagining her sitting there in her tank with the remote, watching some horror movie full of snakes. strange homes home, sees a snake in her tank on the couch with a remote she's changing channels on with the end of her tail, shakes his head and walks away because it's just another day living with loki. .

billy can't help but laugh. ) No, it's fine. She already saw us make out on your bed once. If she was going to end me, she would have already. ( his tone lowers to a whisper, lips curled up into a smile. ) As long as she's not going around gossiping with all the other parselmouths.

[ikols]

As far as I know, she doesn't care about my bedmates when neither soul in my bed is scaly. You don't have a secret case of bad eczema, do you?

[ Snakemom don't give AF as long as snakes ain't involved. Loki drops a couple of notes in the tips jar as drinks are served and he and Billy leave, a smile on his lips when cheery hoots follow their heels out the door. ]

[wiccant]

No scales on me. ( there's a comment on the tip of his tongue that--if there was, loki'd probably know about it. but that invites a few more comments he definitely doesn't want to get into in public. billy raises the chai to his lips, takes a sip as he watches loki.

smiles even wider around the cup. ) You're in a good mood.