Viking food: Cooking leiv/lefse at the hearth/

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Viking food: Cooking leiv/lefse at the hearth/

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At least it's not as bad as the other thing.
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     âYou mean you donât want a creampie?â
Anyway. Loke can change the size of his any time he wants, so. I think he has everyone beat, as they say. Goodnight, dear children mine. And Baldr too, I guess.
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Trusting is hard. Knowing who to trust, even harder.
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i have an idea in my head where thor is just like. painfully incapable of being cissexist.
like some transphobic reporter asks him abt his sexuality and heâs âi have been attracted to many of your midgardian gendersâ and âwhatâ and âmy current paramor is genderqueerâ âare they male or femaleâ âthey are neither of those two genders, that is what i have just said!â âoh well what were they born asâ âoh no, dear friend, u appear to be confusing genderqueer with genderfluid! the lady mystique assures me that these are two very different things, [extremely extended explanation]â
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oh  my gosh yes
âbut what are they biologically?â
ââŠthey are human.â
oh my god
âBut what is between their legs?!â
âThat is not of your concern, but on a good day, myself!â
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#thorâs the kind of guy who would hear that joke #you know #âwho wears the pants in your relationship?â #âwell if weâre doing it the right way #neither of usâ #and heâd just BELLOW with laughter #because yes no pants for both of us #excellent (via tinpanali)
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D took the napkins gratefully, choosing to sit on the ground as he wrangled his emotions to something more manageable. âWhatâs the point of me talking?â he asked. âTo defend myself? Youâre Sigynâs husband, you love her. My side of the story, my facts and reasoning arenâtâŠtheyâd be hollow words to you. I know they would be to me if someone hurt Dwayne.âÂ
His voice was more constricted than usual from his crying, which hadnât entirely stopped yet. He rubbed at the scar on his throat uncomfortably. He didnât look at Loke, staring instead at the crumpled napkins in his hands. âI donât know what youâre looking to hear. Just disown me as your son-in-law like she did and ban me from your halls orâŠfuck I canât remember what she said.â His face twisted briefly but he was quick to hide his face wiping his eyes again. âIt doesnât matter what Iâve got to say.â
  The expression on his face was impassive, unimpressed, with a vague hint of annoyance. If their wasnât one thing Loke hated, it was people putting words in his mouth or creating decisions for him. It was beyond insulting: it was stealing his free will, his ability to think for himself.
     âAre you done?â he demanded, irritated. âThis pity party of yours, end it. I am not going to coddle you. I will treat you as an adult, nothing less.â Brows drawn low, Loke pegged D with an austere look that was unshakable.
  He lowered down until he was at better eye level with D, arms folded atop his bent knees. âYouâve no idea what I will chooseâdonât pretend you do. It matters to me what you have to say. Better to defend yourself than leave a foul image in my head. Take this opportunity I rarely have.â Because up against the Ăsir, against the Alfaðir, what Loke had to say meant very little if it wasnât in the interest of  Ăsgarð.
     âI know of your actions: you belittled my wife, you broke her trust, you disregarded her as a Goddess. Tell my why, D. I will not ask you again.â His patience was wearing thin.
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âWell⊠a little.â Sigyn decides itâs best to be honest. âI meant what I said before, about you knowing so many other interesting people and places.â
Sigyn stops short at the sight of the flower in his braid. An unfamiliar warmth starts from her chest and expands outward, and Sigynâs not entirely certain what to make of it. Except that she feels a strong urge to undo Lokeâs braid and run her fingers through his hair.
Gripping her basket tighter instead, Sigyn returns Lokeâs smile with one of her own. He brings it out of her easily. His is so warm and inviting that she canât help it. If only there wasnât still that hint of sadness about him⊠though maybe today itâs not as deep as it was the first time they met.
âOh, um⊠I was mostly going to clean out the weeds today.â Sigyn shrugs apologetically, certain heâll leave now. Even she doesnât find todayâs task that interesting. âI hate to do it to the poor things, but I havenât figured out how to keep them from hurting the flowers yet.â
     âI find you plenty interesting.â
  More than that, she was refreshing, peaceful... lovely. She was the breath of air after drowning underwater for so long. Perhaps that made him foolishly romantic, yet it was true to him, to the pull of his heart and soul whenever he was around Sigyn. Loke wouldnât deny himself her company. He refused.
  Stepping forward, he stood beside her to glance over the weeds that would be evacuated. A thoughtful hum buzzed his lips as he nodded. âWeeds are stubborn,â Loke smirked wryly. âThey will do as they please at the expense of ruining your garden. Such is their nature.â He crouched as he reached down, fingers wrapping around the base of a bundle of weeds, and he gave one sharp tug, taking the plant killer out by the roots.
     âIf you find a way to tame them,â Loke added while his keen eyes drifted up to Sigyn, âdo tell me your secret.â He spoke of more than weeds, though he alluded no further. Let Sigyn guess.

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D had many faults - pride being one of the most forefront. He was the only child of one of the wealthiest and most influential men in the Northeaster United States, after all. His childhood had left many marks on him, and âspoiledâ didnât even begin to cover the basics.Â
His chin lifted slightly as Loke spoke, but D hesitated. Not because he was prepared to launch into a speech, nor because he thought himself too lowly to answer. He hesitated becauseâŠthis was Loke. Not the god, heâd already proven he didnât give a shit about a personâs status, but the being. The father of his husband. The man he remembered rooting for in the myths. Who he learned (from Dwayne, and then from his recorded memory of the conversation) transgender and nonbinary people looked up to.Â
Someone D trusted. D opened his mouth, closed it, then squinted briefly beforeâŠhe burst into tears. Ever elegant and reserved, this kid was.
   Slowly, Loke tilted his head toward D, simply gazing at him while tears flowed from his eyes. That wasnât expected. They had barely began and yet alreadyâthis. Was it due to the reason of their meeting or something else entirely? It was hard to determine when D said nothing.
  Reaching into his pocket, Loke slipped a small pile of napkins out and offered them to D. The only sympathy he showed for this outburst, otherwise the Jötunn was largely unmoved. If anything, he found the display melodramatic, unnecessary.
     âIâm waiting,â Loke reminded firmly, not dissuaded by the sight of D crying.
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[ Ï ]ââ With each inhale he savors the crisp air, lungs expanding to fullest extent as he revels in the quiet of post storm landscape. It was a soothing silence, the sort that had fire within veins subside and left an odd sense of contentment, as if every atom in his being approved the return of peace. A brief sensation he knew, for quickly would the urge arise once more, the heavy drum of pulse would emerge, and thrill of thunder roaring through the skies would rumble within chest and nerves.
Barely does he intend to move onward, only one step able to be taken when contentment is disturbed then, by touch upon back and the trickster coming into view. A sly emerging that has him mildly startled, blinking at the view of overly casual and all-too-familiar individual.
â I was not aware you were in such dire need of me LokeâŠâ Which is drawled out lazily, as if attempting to match the casual nature of the otherâs tone, whilst wonder emerges in the godâs expression. â My intent was to venture further up north, the mountains there seem quite appealing this morn.â Heights were sought whenever restless nature demanded more release, and he quirks a brow into a faint arch, curiosity rising whilst a query is returned.â Would you care to accompany me?â
  The mountains, noâthat was where the Dwarves were, the ones who won Thorâs Hammer in an ill-placed bet by Loke. Dread sunk his stomach, churning it nastily as Loke held down his breakfast. He was sure the god wouldnât appreciate vomit along with the bad news. It was good Loke mastered concealing his true emotions, otherwise panic wouldâve been writ all over his face.
     âMarvellous idea, truly,â he agreed through a friendly grin. âSolace can always be found in the mountains.â Except perhaps this time. He needed to come out with it already.
  Loke prayed his blessings with a deep breath and laid his hand upon Thorâs shoulder, grounding himself. âBefore you go, favored nephew and dear friend of mineââEnough ass-kissing.ââIâve something to tell you that you will not like, but I need remind you, Thor, of our great companionship that no foul deed or cur could tarnish.â Loke paused for that to sink in, then sighed heavily as he dropped his hand, grimacing. âThrough very poor decisions on my part, which I deeply regret, Mjöllnir is in possession of a tribe of Dwarves up there.â He cringed.
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Being unable to see the range of emotions reflected in her godspouseâs eyes unnerves Saoirse, bringing her nerves and uncertainty right to the prickly, uncomfortable surface of her skin. One hand cupping the top of her arm while the other nervously picks at anything it can: fluff balls, thread, anything is fair game.Â
â IâI think it went really well. She made me a big cake which was nice but alsoâstressful. She was really nervous but I think we worked past it. ⊠I didnât upset her or hurt her feelings, did I? â
  Listening, He noted how nervous she was without bringing attention to it. Although not His intention, part of Him couldnât deny the satisfaction in watching her squirm. Expression still in hard lines as she answered, Loke only softened when she finished, easing very slowly like air whistled from a balloon. His lips curved upward, His gaze sparkled with approval, never leaving Saoirse.
     âNo, my darling, you didnât. You honor me by how well you treated Sigyn.â He curled His hand under her chin, tipping Saoirseâs face up. âVisit Her more. Donât be a stranger to Her, rather be a friend.â Simpering proudly, Loke kissed Saoirseâs forehead in further praise for His godspouse.

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     âOh, dear, I hope you arenât lost,â he whispered the word softly, a slow devious smile curling his lips. Lain atop a strong branch in a tree, Loke lounged on his stomach, his wrist a cushion for his cheek as his other arm dangled. One leg bent up, his barefoot tapped a soundless beat. âYou find strange things in forests.â
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             â how is it so many come to despise this change of season? there is nothing more beautiful than the declination of a thing in its natural way. mortals have no sense of true treasures. â
     âMany donât find art in decay. Death is sorrow and fear to those that can die.â