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EVENT LOG: HÆIÐRS-MINNI
Who: EVERYONE
What: the Hæiðrs-Minni event log
When: November 16
Where: EVERYWHERE
Rating: PG-13; please take anything higher than this to a private log!
morning: the funeral 
The morning sun is lost behind clouds that pour in an endless rain, casting the city into a dark and gloomy shadow. The streets of Asgard are almost entirely empty, although hardly a soul can be found indoors either. Everyone is gathered instead at the riverbank on the castle grounds, where a series of boats are tethered along the short and gently tugging with the current. The native Asgardians place gifts, food, and personal belongings into the boats in memory of their lost loved ones.
Whether you've lost someone, were lost yourself, or carry some other loss within you, the natives invite you to place your own offerings in the boats to send off your sorrows together.
Several hours into the morning, once everyone has had their chance to fill the boats, Heimdall gives a short speech honoring those that fell in the recent battle as the boats are let loose down the river. Honir fires an arrow towards the last one to float away, and Odin lights it on fire as it soars overhead, the single arrow splitting into a wave of shooting stars that strike each boat dead center. The boats alight all at once, and even with the rain pouring overhead, they continue to burn as they float gently out of sight, carrying everyone's grief away with them.
all day: the dedication 
Throughout the rest of the day, many of Asgard's residents seem to buzz around Firar Samka, the cultural museum in Mimir's district. A new wing has been added to document Asgard's recent triumphs, but most especially to honor the unexpected stalwart allies of the kingdom: you, the Wanderers from other worlds. This display was added to memorialize the lengths you've gone to in the name of protecting and preserving life within the realm, the core purpose of Asgard in its entirety. You are heroes among gods and this exhibit seeks to portray that for all to see.
As you wander through the display, you might see childish drawings of familiar people fighting a massive dragon, or a large painted mural of solemn faces standing off against an army of ghoulish figures. Skadi can be found beside these, sometimes twisting them into eerie motion or placing a new piece somewhere along the halls.
Elsewhere, you can find Njord alone or accompanied by some human skalds as they sing or read poetry or even sometimes reenact part of the battles against the Red Death and the Army of the Dead. Your characters can watch or join, and they might even hear their own names mentioned among the reverence and song. This is the story of Asgard and the Wanderers conquering death, and you're right at the center of it.
evening: the feast 
To end the day on a high note, everyone is invited to Nādhirhöll in Tyr's district, where the entire banquet hall has been decked out in so many colors and leaves and lights that it might feel like walking into an overgrown forest tightly held in the grips of a sparkling autumn. With the growing success of the distilleries in Njord's district, vodka and ales are passed around freely alongside the mountains of food available on tables in every room. People dance and sing and lounge around the leaves with laughter and a joyful appreciation of life in the air.
If your character joins the party, they might notice themselves feeling more warm and relaxed over the course of the evening. They might have the unusual inclination to be more physically affectionate with people and vocally declare their appreciation to them. Deep in this glittering "forest," it is easy to feel lost in the warmth and comfort of good company and relative safety.
This party continues into the morning of the next day, something that many may not realize as deeply wrapped in an artificial forest as they may be. The effects of the curse fade as everyone stumbles their way out of Nādhirhöll, leaving a heavy blanket of strangely warm exhaustion behind. It's been a long and potentially emotional day, but the city seems to be brought together under a shared relief and a new tomorrow.
[ OOC NOTES: This is the event log for Hæiðrs-Minni! There are various goings-on throughout the day to acknowledge past strife and be grateful for a projected future. If you have any questions or need any help, please let us know on the mod contact page! ]
What: the Hæiðrs-Minni event log
When: November 16
Where: EVERYWHERE
Rating: PG-13; please take anything higher than this to a private log!
The morning sun is lost behind clouds that pour in an endless rain, casting the city into a dark and gloomy shadow. The streets of Asgard are almost entirely empty, although hardly a soul can be found indoors either. Everyone is gathered instead at the riverbank on the castle grounds, where a series of boats are tethered along the short and gently tugging with the current. The native Asgardians place gifts, food, and personal belongings into the boats in memory of their lost loved ones.
Whether you've lost someone, were lost yourself, or carry some other loss within you, the natives invite you to place your own offerings in the boats to send off your sorrows together.
Several hours into the morning, once everyone has had their chance to fill the boats, Heimdall gives a short speech honoring those that fell in the recent battle as the boats are let loose down the river. Honir fires an arrow towards the last one to float away, and Odin lights it on fire as it soars overhead, the single arrow splitting into a wave of shooting stars that strike each boat dead center. The boats alight all at once, and even with the rain pouring overhead, they continue to burn as they float gently out of sight, carrying everyone's grief away with them.
Throughout the rest of the day, many of Asgard's residents seem to buzz around Firar Samka, the cultural museum in Mimir's district. A new wing has been added to document Asgard's recent triumphs, but most especially to honor the unexpected stalwart allies of the kingdom: you, the Wanderers from other worlds. This display was added to memorialize the lengths you've gone to in the name of protecting and preserving life within the realm, the core purpose of Asgard in its entirety. You are heroes among gods and this exhibit seeks to portray that for all to see.
As you wander through the display, you might see childish drawings of familiar people fighting a massive dragon, or a large painted mural of solemn faces standing off against an army of ghoulish figures. Skadi can be found beside these, sometimes twisting them into eerie motion or placing a new piece somewhere along the halls.
Elsewhere, you can find Njord alone or accompanied by some human skalds as they sing or read poetry or even sometimes reenact part of the battles against the Red Death and the Army of the Dead. Your characters can watch or join, and they might even hear their own names mentioned among the reverence and song. This is the story of Asgard and the Wanderers conquering death, and you're right at the center of it.
To end the day on a high note, everyone is invited to Nādhirhöll in Tyr's district, where the entire banquet hall has been decked out in so many colors and leaves and lights that it might feel like walking into an overgrown forest tightly held in the grips of a sparkling autumn. With the growing success of the distilleries in Njord's district, vodka and ales are passed around freely alongside the mountains of food available on tables in every room. People dance and sing and lounge around the leaves with laughter and a joyful appreciation of life in the air.
If your character joins the party, they might notice themselves feeling more warm and relaxed over the course of the evening. They might have the unusual inclination to be more physically affectionate with people and vocally declare their appreciation to them. Deep in this glittering "forest," it is easy to feel lost in the warmth and comfort of good company and relative safety.
This party continues into the morning of the next day, something that many may not realize as deeply wrapped in an artificial forest as they may be. The effects of the curse fade as everyone stumbles their way out of Nādhirhöll, leaving a heavy blanket of strangely warm exhaustion behind. It's been a long and potentially emotional day, but the city seems to be brought together under a shared relief and a new tomorrow.
[ OOC NOTES: This is the event log for Hæiðrs-Minni! There are various goings-on throughout the day to acknowledge past strife and be grateful for a projected future. If you have any questions or need any help, please let us know on the mod contact page! ]
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You've got me but the question is, how're you going to keep me?
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I wouldn't. I can only hope that you wouldn't want to leave.
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Those appletinis may have made Loki tipsier than first anticipated as he sways forward in that sure embrace to nuzzle the curve of Jim's neck, the press of his headpiece's cheek-guard almost as balmy as his skin. ]
Forsooth, there will be no fleeing of bodies here.
[ Definitely loose-tongued as his Asgardian accent thickens over the Manhattan. ]
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He lets out a warm laugh at Loki's accent, shaking his head. His other arm moves up to play with some strands of his hair, head tipping so he can press a kiss to Loki's nose. ]
Good. I'd hate it if you were to just leave me right after you've found me.
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Art thou — hel, [ catching himself before he goes full-blown Thor, he re-structures his words with visible effort, because he's a woosy Silvertongue and it's out to play, ] are you free to hang out much longer? No plans, no people on their way to drag you away?
[ A hopeful brow arches inquiringly. ]
Because I could totally throw some spells at them to hold you hostage.
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I'm free as a bird right now, [ He shakes his head, putting Loki's worries to rest. ] All yours for as long as you want me, no need to take me hostage or anything.
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[ Obvious and effusive in a way he usually isn't outside of a party, his reservations have long been drowned in mead and a swell of confidence has him lightly fisting Jim's longer hair and giving a playful yank as he shifts his weight forward and steers Jim backward to a broad tree bole, big enough to support both of them.
With a complete lack of artifice or lies, Loki purrs with eyes flicking down to Jim's lips, ] I've been wanting to kiss you all night.
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Seems he's on a roll on that front, too. He moves along until he's resting against the tree, his surprised gaze flickering to meet Loki's, only to find the way he has those eyes fixed on Jim's lips. He parts them very consciously, a sliver of tongue that's there and gone a moment after. ] Then why don't you?
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I can be patient when the payoff is this good.
[ His free hand coasts smoothly up Jim's side, catching on the hem of his shirt to sink inquisitive fingers under and explore, just a little. If it's as he suspects and Jim likes to have his senses overstimulated, that's one more good reason to map out that delicious body at his leisure (and not just slowly so he remembers the finer points of doing so later). ]
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His eyes close and his head tilts when he feels Loki's tongue drag over his lip, letting out a low purr. He chases after it when Loki pulls away, a need for contact all the stronger when suddenly there are fingertips tracing along bare skin underneath his shirt.
The touch might've felt colder, any other day. In the warmth of the party, it feels incredibly comfortable, and particularly intense too, making him shiver from head to toe, body arching closer still. He fists Loki's shirt then and pulls him in, planting his lips on the god's in search of a proper kiss. ]
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Long fingers pull at a blond scruff of hair as the amorous kiss switches angles with the intake of a breath but Loki lets his greedy nature take over and never really stops devouring the beautiful man in his arms. Not if he can help it. The pinkness of Jim's lips is a taunt that begs to be bitten red, over and over, soothed with sweet pecks as his affections crash over Jim in waves, his attention as hard to sway as the sea once caught, intending to leave the captain just as breathless.
He kisses Jim without a care in the world for whoever might see how much Loki wants him. ]
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The closeness feels like bliss to him, and he lets out a low, pleased sound, mouth parting wider, his own teeth dragging over Loki's lips with the sudden urge to bite the taste off of them just as much. His tongue dips past them to deepen the contact, so reluctant to pull away that when he eventually breaks the kiss, he's entirely breathless and panting, even while he peppers Loki's lips with smaller pecks, nipping and sucking lightly at them. ]
That... was some kiss.
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[ For as much as he's present and quickly sobering up, his mead-warmed mind is a pleasant haze when it comes to making-out with Jim, with Loki slumping in close when they take a breath. He grins and nips back, turning it into a game and dragging hot, open-mouthed kisses down Jim's jawline, cradling the back of his head. ]
You're lovely ...
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Just like the way his head tips back to further invite the trailing of of Loki's lips along his jaw and neck, closing his eyes and letting out a low, shivered hum, his own fingers curling into Loki's clothes and hair, practically clinging. ]
And you're... distracting.
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[ Sliding his fingers further under Jim's shirt, he goes for his sides to see if he's ticklish. ]
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Then, fingers sneak underneath his shirt, and he lets out a soft yelp, laughing as he tenses up, trying to reach down and catch Loki's wrists. ] Loki!
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Aye, James?
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Mm, nothing...
[ He dips his head in again and kisses Loki again, slow and lingering, a little chaste in comparison to how they were kissing last but still with a trace of tongue to it. He doesn't pull too far away even as he breaks the kiss. ]
I like the way you say my name.
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You do, huh? Jaaames ...
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Not like that, not like you're teasing me. [ He tips his head in then, lips trailing along Loki's jaw and down his neck. ]
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His smile curls at the corner of his lips and he huffs warmly into Jim's hair, tilting his chin to accept the slide of a damp mouth tickling its way down his neck. The caress under his shirt prompts a wriggle, as if staving off ticklishness to enjoy being touched, and when he sighs Jim's name again it's lower with a pleased rumble, minus the tease. ]
James ...
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That's better... [ His voice is a low purr, his hand snaking higher underneath Loki's shirt, hiking a little higher. Fingertips trace over his spine as though counting the vertebrae, and he uses the fact that Loki's all soft in his arm to pull him closer to him, until they're pressed flush. ]