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riverviewlogs2017-09-23 01:22 am
worldsaway) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-09-23 01:22 am
I bathe in sacred waters. [open]
who: Thor and ota
what: Mushroom collecting/Monster fighting/Mushroom tripping and TAVERNFEST
when: the current week idk
where: Beyond the walls, in the jungle and then TAVERNFEST so, taverns?
warnings: unintentional drug use, descriptions of hallucinations and general tripping ballsness
i. There is not mushroom for monsters
[Thor didn't take the job out of necessity, although he really ought to start investing in moving out of his dorm like so many of his friends and family insist he should. He takes the job because he's been so listless lately, so full of restless energy and boredom. He's going stir crazy without real excitement, so it's with pleasure that he aligns himself with a friend, ally or family member and heads into the thick of the jungle with his hammer in his hand.
Thor almost wonders if the promise of beasts had been a trick to lure adrenaline junkies such as himself into a simple, cushy job. It's been a while, he's filled a sack with the glowing mushrooms and he's wondering if they ought to call it a night. He glances around the remaining glow of the jungle while his partner works on gathering mushrooms, almost missing the pair of glowing eyes staring them down in the thick of it.
He gives his partner a gentle smack on the head with his sack of mushrooms, so he can draw attention to the eyes in the distance. When he moves, however, it ceases to be a pair of eyes in the distance and becomes a pair of eyes rapidly approaching. It's a large beast, aggressive from the get go and obviously looking for a fight.
Thor has his hammer at the ready, but he's not sure whether to drop his sack of mushrooms or not. He spares a final glance toward his partner before he throws mjolnir at the beast's antlers, striking it hard and setting it momentarily off course.]
ii. Feed your head, feed your head.
[It's been a long, long evening of pillaging mushrooms and fighting off monsters. Thor has caressed every surface of the jungle. He's tousled in it, rolled on its floors and inhaled its scents. He feels fine, if not a little weary. He needs a drink, and he needs a moment to clear his head.
He finds a relatively safe looking body of water, be it a pond or a river, and he dips his hands in it to drink and wash his face. He stares down at his reflection for a moment, and he swears his reflection winks back at him. Naturally, Thor squints back at himself, only to find his reflection is grinning in return.
The best course of action here is obviously to smack his watery reflection, making his face disappear in vibrant, colourful ripples that seem to twirl and dance like the shapes of a kaleidoscope. Thor smacks the water again, and as it flies to hit his face it seems to shimmer in the moonlight. Like beautiful stars, like watery crystals.
The beauty is beyond Thor's comprehension, and before he knows it, he's weeping softly by the water.
It might be a good time to tap him on the shoulder and ask if he's alright.]
iii. TAVERNFEST
[It's been a while since Thor donned his armor in public. He's become quite comfortable in board shorts and soft, cotton hoodies as of late. He enjoys embracing culture, however, and he's always excited to represent Asgard.
He's delighted to find that the different ales of different taverns are increasing in strength, and he barely needs to tamper with them by adding Asgardian ale to them. As such, he has a good buzz going and he's in a better mood than he's been in for a few weeks now.
He hasn't done this for a long time (to his memory) since he's learned it's something of a faux pas. However, if they're sharing culture here, Thor doesn't feel shame in smashing his mug to the ground after polishing off his drink.]
Another!! [He declares, and after a while, people are starting to catch on and copy him. Maybe he should have taught them another trick.]
iv. TAVERNFEST for Asgardians
[With some badgering from "little" Loki and Thor, they've managed to pull a dour Loki from his skulking and into the festivities. Thor has nabbed a table for all three of them, plus Angela, and he's managed to encourage a steady flow of alcohol and food to come toward them.
It's nice, and it almost feels like home, even if home never had two Lokis and an Angela. Thor feels warm and fuzzy from it all, and it's only a little bit because he's had a lot to drink tonight.]
It took them long enough, but I believe they may finally have my good opinion of their ale.
what: Mushroom collecting/Monster fighting/Mushroom tripping and TAVERNFEST
when: the current week idk
where: Beyond the walls, in the jungle and then TAVERNFEST so, taverns?
warnings: unintentional drug use, descriptions of hallucinations and general tripping ballsness
i. There is not mushroom for monsters
[Thor didn't take the job out of necessity, although he really ought to start investing in moving out of his dorm like so many of his friends and family insist he should. He takes the job because he's been so listless lately, so full of restless energy and boredom. He's going stir crazy without real excitement, so it's with pleasure that he aligns himself with a friend, ally or family member and heads into the thick of the jungle with his hammer in his hand.
Thor almost wonders if the promise of beasts had been a trick to lure adrenaline junkies such as himself into a simple, cushy job. It's been a while, he's filled a sack with the glowing mushrooms and he's wondering if they ought to call it a night. He glances around the remaining glow of the jungle while his partner works on gathering mushrooms, almost missing the pair of glowing eyes staring them down in the thick of it.
He gives his partner a gentle smack on the head with his sack of mushrooms, so he can draw attention to the eyes in the distance. When he moves, however, it ceases to be a pair of eyes in the distance and becomes a pair of eyes rapidly approaching. It's a large beast, aggressive from the get go and obviously looking for a fight.
Thor has his hammer at the ready, but he's not sure whether to drop his sack of mushrooms or not. He spares a final glance toward his partner before he throws mjolnir at the beast's antlers, striking it hard and setting it momentarily off course.]
ii. Feed your head, feed your head.
[It's been a long, long evening of pillaging mushrooms and fighting off monsters. Thor has caressed every surface of the jungle. He's tousled in it, rolled on its floors and inhaled its scents. He feels fine, if not a little weary. He needs a drink, and he needs a moment to clear his head.
He finds a relatively safe looking body of water, be it a pond or a river, and he dips his hands in it to drink and wash his face. He stares down at his reflection for a moment, and he swears his reflection winks back at him. Naturally, Thor squints back at himself, only to find his reflection is grinning in return.
The best course of action here is obviously to smack his watery reflection, making his face disappear in vibrant, colourful ripples that seem to twirl and dance like the shapes of a kaleidoscope. Thor smacks the water again, and as it flies to hit his face it seems to shimmer in the moonlight. Like beautiful stars, like watery crystals.
The beauty is beyond Thor's comprehension, and before he knows it, he's weeping softly by the water.
It might be a good time to tap him on the shoulder and ask if he's alright.]
iii. TAVERNFEST
[It's been a while since Thor donned his armor in public. He's become quite comfortable in board shorts and soft, cotton hoodies as of late. He enjoys embracing culture, however, and he's always excited to represent Asgard.
He's delighted to find that the different ales of different taverns are increasing in strength, and he barely needs to tamper with them by adding Asgardian ale to them. As such, he has a good buzz going and he's in a better mood than he's been in for a few weeks now.
He hasn't done this for a long time (to his memory) since he's learned it's something of a faux pas. However, if they're sharing culture here, Thor doesn't feel shame in smashing his mug to the ground after polishing off his drink.]
Another!! [He declares, and after a while, people are starting to catch on and copy him. Maybe he should have taught them another trick.]
iv. TAVERNFEST for Asgardians
[With some badgering from "little" Loki and Thor, they've managed to pull a dour Loki from his skulking and into the festivities. Thor has nabbed a table for all three of them, plus Angela, and he's managed to encourage a steady flow of alcohol and food to come toward them.
It's nice, and it almost feels like home, even if home never had two Lokis and an Angela. Thor feels warm and fuzzy from it all, and it's only a little bit because he's had a lot to drink tonight.]
It took them long enough, but I believe they may finally have my good opinion of their ale.
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It's certainly one I can embrace. [Thor agrees, folding his arms on the table so he can lean in and make their conversation a little more intimate.] How has life in the Quarantine been treating you?
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He pauses when Thor asks him how he's doing. It's been a rollercoaster of a month full of emotions.]
It's been...eventful. Letha, my girlfriend, she left me-- [And there's a look of pain and sadness that doesn't easily disappear from his face.] --so I'm going to be raising my daughter Winter by myself. You haven't met her yet, have you?
[That's right, Thor, you're now a great-uncle. Good thing he's already over a thousand or he might feel old.]
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I had no idea you had a child, if I'm honest. I must be so terribly embroiled in my busy life. [He does nothing, he has no excuse.]
She left you.. willingly? [He questions the wording, since he's not sure how things work here.]
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At the mention of Letha again, Ivar scowls, his mood becoming dark.]
Yes. She went through the portal to my world without so much as a goodbye. I say good riddance to her. She wasn't fit to be a mother.
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She's beautiful. [He fits that in, before Ivar truly sours.] Do you say this sincerely, or because you're upset that she has left?
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[Winter's absolutely perfect to Ivar. He adores his little girl with all his heart. As he was fond of pointing out to people, empathy wasn't his strong suit, but Winter had the ability to draw it out of him.
His scowl doesn't leave when his uncle asks him that question.]
Can't it be both?
[Ivar has been hurting a lot since Letha left. Part of that was the feeling of knowing that Winter would grow up without a mother, just as he'd grown up without a father. He knew how something like that could affect a child.]
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I didn't know her, I'm not fit to make judgement. If you thought she was an inadequate mother then I trust you know best. [He takes a long sip of his drink.] If you need someone to take care of her while you sleep, I'm great with children.
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[Bitter? Ivar? Just a little bit. He does perk back up a bit when Thor offers to watch Winter.]
Would you? I'm definitely going to take you up on that offer. [Teenager with a full-time job plus a child only a few months old equaled not a lot of time for relaxation or sleep.] It'll be good for her to meet some of her family.
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[But what does he know.]
I would be glad to. I could use a little more mirth in my life.
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[Well, not quite harmless, considering she'd nearly killed her mother by draining her life force. But that had been completely unintentional on Winter's part. Now, she was just a little girl who absolutely adored her father, never once draining him of life.]
Come by the mansion anytime. She's almost two months old.
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Perhaps for now the space is good for you both. Whether it was a good idea or a bad idea doesn't matter, because it has already come to pass, and now you have this. [He pokes at one of the pictures.]
I won't come empty handed. [He's going to bring toys.]
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I might hate her, but I am grateful she gave me my daughter. She's the best thing to ever happen to me. [Having Winter around had been nothing but good for Ivar. It had gotten him in touch with empathy that he thought he no longer possessed and love for his family that had been dormant.]
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I never said I was her natural father now, did I? Letha was already pregnant by her husband when she got here. But I knew that Winter was going to need a father, so I stepped up.
[He'd never even hesitated. He wasn't going to let Winter be abandoned the way his own father had done to him.]
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[Ivar knew that from personal experience how badly that could mess up a child. He didn't of himself as being particularly noble for having done it. It had been instinctual, something that ran bone deep in him.]
That seems to be a subjective point-of-view. Or should I ask Loki?
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That he is still beloved in spite of everything says a lot more, I think.
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[Oh, who is Ivar kidding? He didn't much enjoy his childhood either. He's been a bitter, little, angry grump since about the age of five.]
Yes. Brothers will do that.
[Ivar's are the only family he has left. To lose them too would have been an awful blow.]