asgardcoda | 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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Brushing thumbs over his son's cheeks again, Fingolfin chuffed lightly at him. "You are stronger than you know." He wrapped his arms back around Fingon, hugging him close and dropping a kiss to the top of his head.

This was his eldest. Any who judged them unkindly for their affection were fools and had never had the joy of being a parent. "I did what I had to for our people and our family."

"I know." He wanted to ask his father why he had gone after Morgoth by himself like that and left him alone to be King. He was proud of his father for his bravery though.

"I missed you so much. I- I don't like being king," he admitted. "I don't want to disappoint our people- I hope I didn't," he said softly as he hugged his father tightly.

Because there had been the chance, and he'd felt he'd had to take it. It had just not worked out, and for that, he knew he had a lot to make up to his son. He'd spend that time here, where there was time.

Fingolfin tugged on a lock of his son's hair, but didn't push him away. He wouldn't ever push Fingon away. "Calm yourself. I have every confidence in you and your leadership skills."

Fingon looked up at his father, feeling reassured. His father was a calming presence- when he wasn't angered that is. He had never felt that anger directed on him and he wanted to be strong so Fingolfin wouldn't be disappointed in him.

"Are you alright? Are you hungry or want something to drink?" he asked with concern, still not letting go.

Fingon had never deserved his anger. Fingolfin gave him an approving smile with the response. Such a good son. "We should both eat." Battle would do that to anyone. "Have you found anything that looks good?" Knowing his son, Fingon had already found the best morsels to eat!

"I found some cakes which looked good," Fingon said cheerfully as he reached out to take his father's arm to lead him through the crowd. At least Fingolfin knew that Fingon had a weakness for sweets.

He didn't let go of Fingolfin's arm though, not once.

There was a fond little chuckle and he let his son take his arm and drag him off. Fingolfin didn't try to tug free, content for Fingon to take the lead.

"Have you come upon any other familiar faces here?"

"Maitimo and Maglor are here as well." If Fingon flushed he would claim it was the heat from the crowd. He wouldn't tell his father just how his reunion with his older cousin went.

"They are doing well- I know they will be happy to see you" he said quickly with a bright smile as he grabbed a plate to start selecting cakes for his father.

Hm. Fingolfin noted the flush, and the names that went with it. He could guess, knowing just how close his son was with those two.

"I will have to find them later. Check on them." Because he was still their uncle. And his amusement just grew as Fingon filled a plate of cakes for him, to the point he chuckled fondly and tugged lightly on a lock of hair. "Keep some for yourself and others!"

"I know they will be grateful for you being here." At least Fingolfin was somewhat reasonable.

Fingon piled the plate high before handing it to his father. He ten grabbed a plate for himself to pile just as high, selecting colorful cakes.

His son was ridiculous. Adorable. Precious. Strong and resilient.

But so utterly ridiculous when it came to food.

Fingolfin just took the plate offered to him, lips still twitching in an attempt to suppress mirth. "Are you certain that is enough?" So innocent.

Mighty elf kings here.

Fingon frowned thoughtfully as he looked at the plate. He slowly selected a couple more cakes to place on Fingolfin's plate and one for himself.

"There, now we're good!" he said as he guided his father over to find somewhere to sit and eat.

He may be High King but that didn't mean he didn't love his cake.

Oh Eru, Fingon was too much! It was about all Fingolfin could do to restrain his laugh.

Instead he held his plate still then followed his son to where Fingon decided was fit for them to eat. Loving cake was perfectly acceptable. And if that was what his eldest child wanted to eat, far be it for him to deny him!

"Are you happy?"

Fingon paused at that question, looking thoughtful as he put the cake he had picked up down on his plate.

"I am happy here," he said in all honesty after a moment. Maitimo was here, as was Maglor. Now he had his father and it was all he could hope for.

"I'm going to try not to think about the last memories I have of where I cam from though. If I dwell on that, I would only make myself miserable."

MINGLE LOG: WEEK ONE

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