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

[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.

[ikols]

[ What can he say to that? Chuckling, he halts their stride for a moment and cups Billy's cheek, ducking down to kiss the hint of chai off his lips; soft and light, noses brushing. ]

Perhaps because you make me happy.

[ It's a sweet thing to say yet he tries to make it sound obvious, just because. Billy has been missed tonight and Loki is so tired, so worn out to the bone, that he doesn't mind spilling a rare truth that owns all the clarity concealed from a hundred lies. ]

[wiccant]

( the kiss is nice, pleasant, and he's leaning in to return it, moving the hand holding his chai out to keep it from getting in the way. loki opens his mouth, speaks words billy definitely wasn't expecting out of him--and it gets a reaction out of him, face flushing a bright bright red even as he stays pressed close. )

You're a dork. ( head tilting up a bit, billy presses another soft kiss to loki's lips, places his hand over the other's own against his cheek to give it a light squeeze. ) But a really cute dork.

[ikols]

[ He doesn't know who he would be if he weren't Loki, but a dork sounds about right either way. His lips tingle with Billy's kiss so, to hide how he has to nibble them, he wraps his arm back around his witch to escort him home and stage-whispers in an ear to live up to his full potential. ]

I'm gonna cuddle you under those covers until you pop, just wait!

[wiccant]

( fingers tuck back into loki's beltloop when they start walking again, curling into it. the fog in his head's fading a little faster--but walking like this is nice, too. no need to ruin a perfectly good walk with teleporting, is there? especially not when he has a warm drink in one hand and loki in the other. )

I don't think you'd like the end result of that very much. Maybe you'd better stick to soft cuddles.

[ikols]

If that's your kink, so be it.

[ Gesturing with his drink. ]

The softest of touches! A lick of air across your arm! A breath of a whisper across your knee! Kisses only allowed for a single strand of hair at a time ... !

[wiccant]

I don't think you could handle that, either.

( sixty seconds was more than enough for him to pick up on a few cues from loki. and even--even without that, this loki specifically likes to touch, to have his hand held, to rub his face in others' hair, to hold onto people.

billy lets go of loki long enough to gesture to the door of the sanctum with his fingers, curling them in just as the door swings open. ) But you're more than welcome to try it.

[ikols]

I don't think it counts as a dare if you know I'll do it and you'll like it, too.

[ He lets go of Billy when they trot through the threshold of the house, rubbing snow out of his hair en route to his bedroom. Never before has he been so glad to be on the ground-floor, he isn't sure he could handle stairs right now. ]

You want to borrow a shirt? [ Just to sass him back, ] Not that I'm objecting to bodysuits in my bed.

[wiccant]

Can't argue with that, I'd definitely enjoy soft cuddles.

( the hood to his cape gets thrown back before walking through the door, shaking off the snow that had gathered on top of it. galaxy sides definitely is not something he's wearing to bed, and wearing one of loki's shirts is an even worse idea honestly. )

It's fine, I've got it. ( the blue flickers around his hand once more, clothing shifting from the nice red-cloaked costume to a plain red t-shirt and black sweats just before they reach the room. eyes immediately go to a slumbering freyja, before he's making his way over to loki's bed. )

[ikols]

Alright for some ...

[ It's entirely his own fault that he's too shivery on the inside to hazard much more magic tonight, the mushrooms made him feel like everything he could be at once, condensed, and now as their effects wear off Loki wants to stay anchored as much as possible until his organs stop shaking. This mini earthquake under his skin is why he starts to slowly undress his armour by hand, hidden hooks allowing him to shrug off the scalemaile, greaves unbuckled, boots pulled off, shirt hiked over his head ...

All of this is usually done within seconds if he utilises magic. It's a pain doing it the mortal way.

He has the decency to turn away when he starts on his leather pants, at least, although Billy will somehow have to endure the sight of pale buns and long legs while Loki rustles through his messy chest-of-drawers for pyjamas. ]

I really need to wash this mess off my face, I may just do it in the kitchen. [ Hel to going all the way upstairs. ] Anything you want until morning or are you good with your chai?

[wiccant]

( billy hasn't been subtle about the way he watches loki, and he certainly isn't now. both feet raise up onto the edge of the bed after he sits down, knees pressed to his chest and arms wrapped around them as he keeps eyes on loki, watches armor and scalemaile fall with very thinly veiled interest. it's not until loki reaches for his pants that he turns his head, instead looks towards freyja's tank, chai raised to his mouth as he tries very hard not to focus on loki out of the corners of his eye.

a hand raises to his own cheek where the dried, bloody lightning bolts sit, palm pressed against it. ) I'll get it. C'mere.

( look he has a nice wash cloth in hand and everything, legs falling off the bed as he sits up. where did it come from? who knows. he's still very careful to keep his head turned away because. maybe loki hasn't gotten clothes on yet and that's a little Too Much for him right now. )

[ikols]

Hm? [ Glancing around as he tugs on some boxers, a brow goes up when he spots the summoned washcloth because he definitely doesn't leave those lying around in his bedroom (tissues are in the bedside cabinet, ahem) yet a minor heartattack is probably good for the soul. ] You should lay off the spells until tomorrow, those shrooms were intense. I don't want you feeling like me.

[ Still, he tugs on a tshirt and heads over to sit on the bed anyway. What's done is done, now. ]

But, thanks.

[wiccant]

Shh, it's fine. ( he's not floating into space, anymore. there's coherency that he definitely didn't have before, even if it's coupled with extreme incoherency in. other things. he's fine. billy's not quite sure where his limits are yet, but he's pretty sure some clothes and a washcloth isn't going to kill him.

billy always gets hideously nauseous when he starts going overboard, anyway. his stomach is fine. his head isn't. loki sitting down seems like a good a sign as any that he's decent, so he turns towards him. presses his lips together and raises the cloth up to start getting the goat blood off of his face. )

Nine, huh? ( the cloth runs over his forehead, gently scrubs off the lines. ) Who did yours?

[ikols]

[ It's cute that Billy has his own limits in other areas, such as fooling around, otherwise Loki would have to set boundaries and he's not sure he could. After getting Nico off and the teenager accidentally making it sound like Loki took his virginity instead, then Jason believing such a thing, Billy choosing to wait until Loki is decently dressed is like a balm. A reminder that the control here isn't his (he wouldn't want it to be, honestly, and never does) and that he's also safe from making any bad choices ... like making Billy whine for hours during foreplay and then come all over those clean slacks. He definitely won't be doing that tonight, no sir.

Unless Billy wants him to, of course.

Point is, Billy has a responsible streak that Loki has found attractive before in other people; in Anthony. He may have to think about whether he has a Type. ]

Ivar. I said I'd owe him a nine-rune cast if he made a set, read what the Norns doled out for him.

[ The cloth is nice and cool, leaning his head into each brush. One hand reaches over their laps to find Billy's and play with his fingers. ]

Yours?

[wiccant]

( he has his own limits in every area--although much like the line he and loki had agreed to follow, they're full of holes, crushed and burned and singed and even billy's not quite sure where he should set his foot down and leave it at. but this--he knows where to draw the line with watching loki. even if the way this started was more than unorthodox and already ground that line into dust, billy's. a little self conscious of pushing this further just yet. seeing loki's naked ass?

definitely pushes that. he runs the cloth above loki's brows, over the side of his face, down the lines over his cheek to start rubbing those off, too. loki reaches for his fingers, and billy puts the cup in hand down on the nightstand so he doesn't have to worry about dropping it. )

Ivar. ( the lightning bolts suit. they're not quite even, but close enough. although billy was a little hesitant about having goat blood painted on his face. at the start. ) A nine-rune casting? Wow. ( it's said almost idly, cloth over loki's nose to get to the other cheek. )

I didn't know there were so many vikings around.

[ikols]

[ Lashes shutter and close as he hums, enjoying the attention. ]

I didn't promise I'd be any good at it.

[ Probably the worst rune casting ever, but whatever. It means something to Ivar to get a favour back from one of his gods and Loki is happy to oblige. ]

I hope someone like Hercules arrives, just to be indignant about the swollen numbers of the Norse crowd.

[wiccant]

I'm sure you'll be plenty good at it.

( and if he's not, loki's very good at faking it until he makes it. billy can attest to that. most people can. he finishes cleaning off loki's face before folding the washcloth over and scrubbing at the lightning bolts on his own cheeks. )

There're a few Greeks running around, too, right? Though aside from Nico, I haven't seen anyone with Olympian ties.

[ikols]

[ He motions for the cloth, able to see where Billy is missing streaks of blood here and there. Loki likes to help, sure, but he also doesn't want that staining his bedsheets. ]

I just want to be a regular person for a while, you know? Getting tired of being a god after tonight, fun as it was ... I might stay indoors or hit up a cafe tomorrow, if you've no plans and would like to join me. Surely someone on this moon has set up a MMORPG or whatever, I want to find out.

[wiccant]

( the cloth gets passed over easily; there's no mirror in front of him but loki's close enough to know what he's missing, and no one wants to deal with blood stains. especially not on the mess of furs loki calls a bed. )

I don't have any plans. We can go scope the moon out for potential MMOs--do you think there's enough interested parties on this moon to really warrant one?

[ikols]

I'm interested! This entire moon is a MMORPG, there's a lot of inspiration lying around. Besides, there are always people dissatisfied with their lot who want to be thieves or wizards or Thor-like tanks, I bet we could find enough to build a decent-sized raiding party.

[ All cleaned up, he tosses the cloth into a bin and crawls up the bed to find a thick woolly blanket to crawl under. ]

You'd have to have orcs and things for enemies. What else springs to mind?

[wiccant]

That's true. Teleported to a strange moon in the middle of who knows where, housed with a bunch of strangers and given missions of various sorts to complete for rewards. ( and a land full of wizards, thors, gods, vikings, demigods. .

loki crawls up and billy follows after, grabbing a smaller blanket to tug along with him but crawling under loki's with him all the same. )

There was a popular MMO a bit ago called Ragnarok Online. Ever heard of it?

[ikols]

[ "Soft cuddling", as he recalls, is the name of the game tonight, laid out on his back with room for Billy at his side. ]

Heard of it, had no time to play it. It sounds a little on the nose, hm? I don't think the otherverse gods would appreciate the name.