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The Yule Log

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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( 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.

[ 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.

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.

[ 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.

( 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?

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?

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?

[ "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.

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It's a very insensitive name.

( soft cuddling. loki doesn't move to grab for him, so billy squirms in close, lays on his side with his head against loki's shoulder and arm over his middle. )

It had stupidly complicated leveling systems, it took forever to get anywhere, but the class system was cool.

That sounds like Supervillain High! [ Laughing as he ruffles Billy's hair (can't stop playing with it, won't stop) he rubs his eyes and groans a moment later. ] In real life, I mean.

( fingers run along loki's side, tracing up his ribcage, down to his hip as he noses in against his side. )

Remind me later to bring over gel. ( since loki keeps fussing with it. ) Wraiths, trolls, wargs. . But it seems dumb to have enemy races.

I have gel and hairspray. I have straighteners and curling tongs, Billy, should you need them. Also, make-up and stuff.

[ Life requires such things! Of course he has rubbish lying around to beautify himself and fuss like the vain bird he is. ]

How about enemies are numerous and made up of all races, just like the heroes you may select?

I only need one of those things, but I'll keep that in mind. ( he should probably bring over a spare toothbrush, too, if sleepovers are going to be a consistent thing. but that's not hard to get hold of.

his hand stops just below loki's ribs, fingers curling into his shirt to grip onto it softly as he closes his eyes. )

Mm, that sounds better. ( #notallskrulls #notalllokis ) Warring factions instead of stupid race wars.

( billy's head tilts up a bit, moving to press his face in against loki's neck. ) With world-building stuff.

Mmm, sounds much more interesting if there are going to be sections of the world you can unlock ...

[ The kiss to his throat draws out a content rumble and he pecks Billy on the forehead, skimming a hand up and down his arm. After the wild dancing and carousing over ale and mushrooms, to lie still in the toasty warmth with the weight of someone he cares for is the best medicine for his headache.

The only bit of magic he dares to use is a summon for his Starkphone, the glitz of green sorcery dying down as he cycles through the endless albums to show Billy one picture in particular. ]

This fella's from Granado Espada, to be honest I'm into his thigh-highs.

( eyes shift down to look to the phone when loki starts surfing through it, pressing a yawn into his shirt. )

Those thigh-highs would look a lot better if they weren't white--but I agree, they're pretty great. As long as you don't think of the logistics of them. ( like come on, white clothes are unsafe to begin with, but white thigh-highs? think of all the dirt and other nonsense that'll show against that. )

I haven't heard of that one. Maybe we can just port in a game that already does exist?

Maybe ... and I like 'em. Picture those all dirtied up after he rolls around with another musketeer ... Handprints and the like.

[ Smirking like the trash he is, save him from himself. Billy is far too wholesome to talk sexy smack with, however, and Loki remembers this as he hears a yawn. ]

You wanna sleep?

( that hand against loki's side loosens it's grip on his shirt, instead pinches at loki's side with his thumb and index finger. )

Handprints on thigh-highs? With what--mud? ( too wholesome to get that, maybe, but--he is pressing down on loki's midsection with his palm, using that to lean up close to his ear. ) I'll leave handprints all over you.

[ Snickers die down so fast, about to agree sure, why not mud, that his voicebox may have been broken on a quiet choke. That's one way to get his full attention, as well as a surprised wide-eyed blush. ]

I ... do enjoy comparisons to memoryfoam.

[ He'll take all the handprints, kthx. ]

Leaving marks on Asgardians sounds hard. ( about as hard as it is to mark teddy in any way that won't fade within four seconds; his ability to shift organs and heal is absolutely amazing when it comes to surviving tough situations--but it's not so great when it comes to billy trying to leave hickeys on him.

billy shifts his weight back down, slides that hand under loki's shirt and presses his palm flat against him, just above boxers, middle finger brushing against the waistband. ) Mm, I wonder if magic handprints would work. .

[ Could his eyebrows fly right off his face? They may be trying to. He clears his throat and forces himself to breathe, mesmerised by each caress so that's a little longer than usual until Loki is touching Billy back, hands sliding up his arms to knead at his shoulders. Letting him have the run of Loki's twitching, sensitive body. ]

We bruise. [ This suddenly seems very important to share. ] Try pressing for as long as you can. I volunteer as tribute.

You bruise, but I don't have super human strength. ( but okay? if loki wants billy to try and bruise him, he doesn't. have an issue with it. not when he's asking for it. billy leans up a little, presses his weight in against the hand to loki's stomach, presses lips together as he lets his magic run through his hand, too; through his fingertips, his palm, down into loki's skin.

since if any part of billy's going to be able to leave marks, it's probably that. and he's not worried about hurting loki. not really. that'd take a lot more effort than this. ) Is that why you wanted me to wear your helm all night? Was that your way of marking me?

No?

[ Lying is his forte but it doesn't usually happen underneath cute young men who are pinning him with a sparkly blue hand. When he tests the strength by arching up and finds it's enough to keep him down, something between a gasp and a groan breaks free, breathless with how tired he is on top of everything else. Loki arches his back, squirming as best he can. ]

Gold looks good with your eyes ...

[ Hey, that's not lie. ]

( loki squirms and billy's pressing down harder on instinct--not quite sure if he's trying to still him or get him to squirm more. it's. empowering, to see a god pinned beneath his hands, to hear the sounds passing through his lips in response to billy pressing him down. )

You'll tell me if it's uncomfortable, right? ( because the last thing he wants to do is sit here and pin someone who doesn't want to be pinned. loki asked him to try, he's trying. ) You're usually a way better liar than that.

I don't lie to my lovers, as a rule. [ A pause, then he adds, ] If they're long-term.

[ Reaching down to cover Billy's hand, he shows him where to squeeze harder so that a nice set of fingertips will dapple his waist tomorrow. Licks his lips. ]

It doesn't hurt in a bad way.

( the distinction has him pursing his lips, fingers digging in as loki shows him to before he's leaning in, using his free hand to brace his weight against loki's shoulder while he leans in for a soft, chaste kiss. )

If you thought gold looked good with my eyes, there are plenty of other things you could have had me wear that wasn't your helm.

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