asgardcoda | MINGLE LOG: WEEK ONE

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!mingle,
!week one

MINGLE LOG: WEEK ONE

Who: Everyone!
What: The MINGLE LOG for Week One of the Asgard Eventide Reunion!
When: March 1-7
Where: Anywhere in town!
Rating: PG-13 tops! Anything higher than that should be taken to a private log, please.

[ OOC NOTES: Whether you're making a return to the city or this is your first time setting foot into Asgard, the gods and Natives alike sure are happy to see you. This is a catch-all mingle log for Week One! Please check HERE for a run-down on what's cookin' this week. You can feel free to make your own headers, create your own events, or post your own logs elsewhere as you please. Please put [OPEN/CLOSED] along with the time/location of your character in the title of your comment.

As a note: we were super fortunate to have a few of our old NPC handlers volunteer to pick up their old Gods for the reunion! We currently have Hel, Heimdall, Baldr, Thor, Freyr, Mimir, Honir, Asgard!Loki, and also Frigg available for threading. If you'd like to request an appearance from one of these kids, please say so in the title of your comment. Some of us may make our own top-level as well, so be on the lookout for that! A million thanks to our NPC team for being so fantastic, we love and appreciate you so much.

Don't forget to check out the IC Inbox Mingle and the Network Post Mingle in the network comm! Let us know if you have any questions! ]

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"You paid dearer than me." Maglor argues.

"You lost your hand, even! And loneliness is nothing next to torture."

"Loneliness is torture." Maedhros rocks Maglor soothingly, "Damn this armor..." he shifts to remove at least his breast-plate.

"Well... but I'm happy now so you should be too."

Automatically Maglor moves to help his brother with the armor.

"Here, let me."

"Fair enough." he grins at the logic and works seamlessly with Maglor to remove the armor, "Thank you."

With the breast-plate out of the way, he embraces his brother again. There. Much better.

Maglor has been his brother's hands for so long now, that he could probably help his brother in his sleep, carefully unlatching plates and buckles and helping Maedhros shrug out of the heavy armor.

"Better." He hums in agreement - he can hear his heartbeat easier without platemail in the way.

"You know, we should find a place for you to rest and clean up. I am sure we can borrow a house if my old place is gone. You can have a shower - hot running water, Nelyo! And I will do your hair."

A sensation of relief follows the armor being lifted from his shoulders. He wears it far too often - sometimes he even sleeps in it - but he trusts what Maglor says. He is safe here. He can let down his guard.

Besides, embraces are wrong somehow with the armor in the way. Maedhros wants to feel his brother warm and alive. That too is a comfort.

"In the house...?" he smiles in surprise, "What are we waiting for? I will feel more myself that way."

There is still dried blood mixed in with his hair and on his skin. To be rid of it would be nice.

"Mmhmm. And there are lights without candles or lamps. Powered by a form of lightning, Nelyo!" If only Curufin was here...

Or maybe not, considering.

"I will come and fetch you if you fall asleep in the shower." Maglor promises with a tease, and gathers up the armor to go and look for accommodation.

He shakes his head in wonder, sharing Maglor's enthusiasm and yet the emotion is tempered with a sense of wariness. If the deities could turn on each other and go to war once, what is stopping them from doing so a second time?

He will protect his brother at all costs.

"I do not think I am difficult to please. Some of our kin would be atrocious guests." he follows Maglor, pushing back his hair, "As long as I don't drown, I will be quite happy to sleep in a shower."

If he could sleep at all.

Maglor, on the other hand, is obviously at ease here - greeting some of the Natives as they pass, and although he is armed, he does not seem in the slightest concerned.

He gets directions to a place where they can rent a building for themselves, and is heading that way until he stops with a gasp.

"Nelyo look! That lantern has your name."

Pride settles in his chest and nearly outweighs his concern. Maglor is so strong - so resilient. He truly has made Asgard his home. Maedhros tries to smile, but it is a ghost of the proper expression and he gives up after awhile.

The gasp has him grabbing his sword, blue eyes sharp.

"...what does that mean?"

"It is a gift." Maglor smiles at his brother and balances the armor to fish inside his shirt until he can pull out the small portrait he was given.

"And a joke - I cannot touch it, or I will be unable to let go and um. Get a loud accompaniment until you take it."

Slowly, he releases his sword and approaches the lantern, reaching for it. He sucks in a breath when he sees the portrait, unsure if he wants to see his gift.

"What sort of accompaniment?"

Biting his lip, he opens the lantern and reveals another portrait. One that is both a gift and something to make the heart ache.

"A lady with a loud bell who follows you everywhere ringing a bell yelling SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME!" Maglor says with a perfectly straight face and dancing eyes.

His smile softens fondly when he sees the portrait.

"How harassed you always look in family pictures." He says fondly. "We must have been a terrible trial."

"Truly?" Maedhros looks...curious. Amused, yes, and tempted. Oh so tempted.

"I almost wish to see her." how embarrassing. It is fortunate that the next portrait is distracting.

"I was never harassed." well, hardly harassed, that is, "The Ambarussa were sweet babies."

"Oh no" Maglor shakes a finger at his brother teasingly. "I am not picking up someone else's lantern just so you can meet her!"

"Never?" Maglor laughs at him softly. "I think that's an exagerration if ever I heard one. I distinctly remember howls of outrage that time Tyelko ruined the project you had been working on for grandfather..."

"Why not? She might have less work this time around." since Maglor knows about her, surely others do too.

"That..." he grimaces, "...was a special case. I did not lose my love for him; only my patience."

Must Tyelko bite and tear everything?

"She follows you until you give the lantern to it's owner!" Maglor protests with a laugh. "It might be hours before I find the right person in this crowd!"

Maglor only raises an amused eyebrow. "Ah, yes, I'm sure. And the time when Moryo smashed the mirror Fingon bought you in temper? Or the time you had to mediate the month long quarrel when Tyelko and Moryo and I were retaliating against each other after my harp was damaged in one of their fights?"

He can keep going, you know.

"How often do these lanterns appear?" Maedhros tucks his gift away, smirking, "It seems a shame..." get it, "...to never meet her." even if she does scream.

He holds up his hand in defeat. The memories alone are giving him a deep sense of fatigue. Having so many brothers is a chore.

"I won't say those weren't trying times..." they were, "But I trusted we would come to an answer. You all could be a hassle, yet you were never a hassle I wanted to be rid of."

"This is the first time I have seen them - but it is not uncommon for our host to provide gifts, or sometimes jokes." Maglor explains. "A reminder of home, something warm to wear that is terribly clashing in color... things like that."

Maglor's grin takes a slightly smug edge.

"We were a terrible trial and you know it." But he leans against his brother companionably. "Nor I - we were family."

"A sense of humor is...good." if it doesn't get out of control, "They seem to have some sort of affection for their charges." and he can hardly blame them where Maglor is concerned, "You will have to show me those...clashing colors."

Oh is it an ugly Christmas sweater? Let it be an ugly Christmas sweater!

"Mm." he won't admit to it, but his smile is a tad mischievous, "We are family."

Edited 2016-03-09 08:24 (UTC)

"The Lord Loki - both of him - are apparently the gods of mischief, amongst other things." Maglor shrugs, used to it.

It is the most terrible Christmas sweater of all time.

“I did not bring it back with me" Maglor says apologetically. "But if you imagine something that looks like Moryo's early attempts at painting you have an idea."

He nods. "Tenn' ambar metta"

"Why is there two of him?" is that part of the mischief? Or does he possess a...strange...twin?

Then it is glorious and it should be found immediately!

"Oh no..." he laughs and tips his head back to look up at the sky, "He had an interesting idea of complementary colors."

"They are twins, apparently, although I was told the last time the situation is more complicated than that. Something about magic and a curse, rumor has it. One lives here in Asgard, another in Utgard. I have never dealt with the one in Utgard, but the one here is nice enough, if a trifle too fond of practical jokes."

He smiles to see Maedhros laugh.

"He did, and so did whoever came up with the jumper, although I am inclined to think 'twas Lord Loki himself."

"Only twins could wreak so much havoc." he knows. They both know. If a god of mischief exists, of course he has a twin!

"Why are twins drawn to us, brother? Or why are we drawn to them?" he closes his eyes as the wind catches his hair, "See? How did I know he would be fond of you?"

Twins and Fëanorians go together naturally. It is best not to question it!

"Perhaps it is a form of punishment?" Or a reward, but Maglor is not sure he likes the reward in that case (lies he loves it)

"Ah now I would not say that! Lord Loki plays favorites but mostly with those from his house, and I belong to Freyr, after all."

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