immigrant song

The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands, to fight the horde, singing and crying: Valhalla, I am coming! Fandral the Dashing. Finest swordsman in the 9 Realms. Faint hearts never won fair ladies

[iamtheladysif-blog]

I feel the same way. 

[dashingasgardian]

You have always been right. Midgard... we are not welcomed here. It  does truly hurt me.

[bambistark]

[iamtheladysif-blog]

Things have certainly changed. 

[dashingasgardian]

More than I would like, my dear Sif.

[twelvepercentof-amoment]

I will meet you in the training center tomorrow night then. Eight o’clock?

[dashingasgardian]

It would be my honor. -Fandral bows courtly at her-

[elektranatchios-kills-blog]

I’m sorry. [shakes head and looks down] You’re right, you wouldn’t be part of it. I’m sorry. [lowers her voice] It’s just that when i was protecting the academy, i saw the people who were agents…being hypnotised and..i had to kill them.

[dashingasgardian]

No, no. It is I who must apologize. I am besides myself. This ordeal has shaken me more than I would care to admit. -He bows solemnly, approaching her and putting a hand on her shoulder- Those are ill news, my lady. I am sorry you had to go through such ordeal. My only wish is that those brave warriors are now sitting in Valhalla and are no longer in any pain.

[victor-kedves]

Oh I’m warning you, don’t speak too soon! [as he compliments her, the smile already present on her face grows wider. She looks at the clock, seeing that it is nearing the 35th minute of the hour, sweeps her hand to present the remaining drinks to Fandral] You get to pick the next one.

[dashingasgardian]

-His eyes glint with the permission to chose the next drink. He surveys the small glasses in front of him, picking the one she had named last- You have said this one is called "Three Wise Men," no? Then I shall take it, for I am part of a trio of great men. It is an appropriate drink for I, Fandral the Dashing! Are you ready, my lady? -Without another warning, he takes the shot. As per instinct, he was about to throw the glass on the floor, but is reminded of the nasty looks the Midgardians gave him. So, he sets down the glass calmly on the table- 

[oceans-starr]

Victoria and Fandral | Rooftop Rambles

[oceans-starr]

Fandral seemed deep in thought once again, though it wasn’t the angry thought, or even the more worried and ashamed thought of moments ago.  He seemed sadder now, with more remembrance in his eyes than anger.

"What will happen to him?" Victoria asked softly.  She figured the Asgardians would not be very merciful to someone who had not only killed thousands of people, nearly destroyed a city, stolen the Tesseract and made most of humanity fearful of Asgardians.  At the same time, however, Loki was a prince. Killing him didn’t seem like something that the king would allow to happen, but these were interesting circumstances.

[dashingasgardian]

What will happen to him. He knew well the laws of Asgard. The sentence to steal from the royal fault and attacked a realm which was, to all of their previous knowledge, defenceless was an act that went against all of what they stood for. There was but one logical conclusion to all of this; Death. Yet stranger things had happened, and Loki was of royalty. Even so, such act would not go unpunished and it would make the prince a life-long prisoner in the dungeons or he was to be banished to some remote location where there was nothing for him to do but rot away his existence. 

"I do not know for certain," he answered truthfully. The allegations were far beyond his understanding and the universe worked in ways that he did not understand nor claimed to even fathom. "Alas, justice will be served. There is no doubt in my mind of it, Victoria. Do not worry about Loki. For now, there is much to do in this realm. I fear this is just the start. Midgard has made itself well-known throughout the other realms. There will be those who will seek other things. Perhaps even retribution."

[oceans-starr]

Victoria and Fandral | Rooftop Rambles

[oceans-starr]

Victoria considered his words for another brief moment, wondering how Fury would plan on controlling so many individuals with such powers. She did not continue too far down that path, however; if she were, she would leave Fandral waiting for her to speak even longer than the last time. 

"That he has.  I hope the people who don’t have the pleasure of knowing you all don’t think badly of you for his actions. I would never dream of it of course. At least the city is healing though." She said, looking out over the streets, where a few broken cars and bits of building could still be seen decorating the sidewalks.

[dashingasgardian]

Letting out a long sigh, he looked towards the sky. He hoped he was looking towads Asgard, his home. What would they think of Loki? They have been renowned to keep peace throughout the realms, as far back as the the Time of Legend and in one fell swoop, Loki had made their presence worldwide cleared, and one to be feared by those who did not know of them. For fear of the unknown plagues every mortal and god alike.

Fandral remembered of a young prince, full of mischief. Sorcery always seem to be a more entertaining factor, almost like a little jester. While the rest of his friends did not approve of the little jester prince, Fandral had seen no harm in him. How wrong he was. "It is our fault, regardless. He is one of us, and justice will be served according to the wisdom of the All-Father, for he is wise beyond any of us. Yet it saddens me. I hear whispers around these halls, all speaking ill of a man I once called my prince..."

[twelvepercentof-amoment]

I’ll be fixing that soon, of course– and with your help, too. [raises a brow, but lifts one of her fingers as she pulls her phone from the pocket of her dress, quickly scrolling through her schedule] You’re free tomorrow evening, then? It’s the soonest I’m available, and I’d prefer to start this as soon as possible. I’ve been putting it off too long already.

[dashingasgardian]

I am honored for you to think so highly of me, my lady. As I have said before, I am at your beck and call. There is not a thing I would not drop to be of some service to you, fair lady.

[elektranatchios-kills-blog]

[unable to smile as she thinks the matter is too serious] Sent away? I don’t understand, why would they do that? I’m sure you are not allies with Loki. [hesitates again] Are you? 

[dashingasgardian]

My lady! I do not know. And I am hurt if you think I would be part of such a foul scheme! I had thought you knew me best...

[oceans-starr]

Victoria and Fandral | Rooftop Rambles

[oceans-starr]

Fandral’s theory shocked her even more than his anger had, and the odd vacancy with which he said it only added to her uneasiness.  If Fury had gathered up all of the Asgardians to keep watch over them, the Asgardians back at home would certainly not be happy. Which could lead to a conflict just as dangerous as the one they had just rebuked. 

Plus, if Fury was willing to do such a thing to the Asgardians, who’s to say he wasn’t keeping everyone in check? Fury could be using their training as a way to control them; to keep any students from getting involved in anything Fury didn’t want them in. The thought of it disturbed Victoria more than she cared to say.

She realized after a long period of silence, when only the sounds of the cars below could be heard, that she had not spoken in a few minutes.  She cleared her throat, gathering up all of her thoughts into a response she hoped made sense.

"It would make sense, and would be plausible if Fury was motivated to keep you all in check." She turned to Fandral, attempting to catch his eyes before she spoke again. "If this has any bit of truth to it, not only you and your friends, but everyone in the academy could be unknowingly under Fury’s watch."

[dashingasgardian]

The long silence made him uneasy, restless. Was he right? Did she know anything about it? Was she part of this hidden Migardian agenda? Or was Fandral being completely paranoid. It felt like forever since she had last spoken. He was reminded of that awful feeling just a week prior to the attack. How he had been right, how he knew something was amiss. When comrades had fallen in battle, he had always felt something that did not quite fit before the encounter. As far back as he can remember, he always had some sort of sixth-sense about it. For the most part, he laughed at it. It sounded silly, just an old woman's tale that he some times believed in.

When Victoria spoke again, he mete her gaze and search her eyes. He had not considered it. Maybe everyone here were brought in to have control over these powerful mortals. Without taking count of these individuals, they could be dangerous. "There is some truth in your words, I fear. Yet only us Asgardians were sent to an isolated location, incarcerated. It may be for Loki. It seems he has stained our good name."

[victor-kedves]

[slightly surprised by the smashing of the glass, but not quite frightened, Rachel gives an apologetic batting of the eyelashes to the bartender] Sorry, he’s foreign. [she gives him a remorseful smile before whispering to Fandral] I did try to warn you they were strong, though, just so the poor bartender doesn’t get his panties in a bunch, let’s set the glasses on the table from now on. [with an amused grin, she also eats a few more of the fries] So, what’s been your favorite part of our little planet, for the time you’ve been here?

[dashingasgardian]

Strong! They hold nothing! The glasses on the table? Then how do you show approval for the drink you have just taken? Midgardians certainly have strange customs. Favorite? I dare say to have laid eyes on such a beautiful Midgardian such as yourself. Tempted to take you back to Asgard so all can see what true beauty really is.

[youhave-myword-blog1]

While the expression upon the Asgardian’s features was not one that Thor was unfamiliar with, he was not used to it’s fierceness being directed towards him, though he did not falter. His expression turned formed practically into a snarl at the next jab that fell from his opponents lips, feeling the other’s fist collide with his ribs. The air was knocked from his lungs, for it was the first blow that had come towards him from one of equal strength since he had left his beloved home. Thor’s head fell slightly as he sucked in as much air as he could, lifting his head just slightly so that he might meet his gaze. “And you will regret your words!” His voice was louder than before as he lifted his head just a bit more so that he could bring it down forcefully upon Fandral’s before he pushed himself off of him and stood to his feet, watching him carefully. “I will not fight you when you are in so compromising a position,” he practically spat, his senses now tuning out everything that was not related to his current situation. “To your feet, former warrior. And prepare to lose your seat from the halls of Valhalla.”

[dashingasgardian]

Not for a moment had Fandral entertained the idea of losing eye contact with Thor. As proud as he was, he would let his prince know that he was not afraid of the so-called God of Thunder. He heard his words, feeling the back of his ears burn up, temperature rising as did his anger. When the blow came to his head, he felt the combine pressure of the bigger man and the floor behind his own head. The Asgardian only realized that Thor had gotten up from him when a sudden rush of air came to his lungs without difficulty. He rolled over, covered his face with his hand and began to stand up. He was dizzy, blows to the head were tricky, and in the situation he was, it made it even more troubling. Staggering, he turned to face his adversary and heard him well. A chuckle, almost a cackle, emanated from him, dropping his hand to his side and reaching for his blade.

"Nay, god of Thunder! You forget that Valhalla only welcome the brave. A craven who hides behind some mortal wench will be mocked by the Valkyries!" He drew his sword, the metal singing from its sheath, taking his stance. "There shall be no victory for you, banished one! You would do well to remember that."

[oceans-starr]

Victoria and Fandral | Rooftop Rambles

[oceans-starr]

Victoria noticed the deepening of his breaths, the anger, red hot and dangerous flaring up inside of Fandral’s usually carefree eyes.  Something about it disturbed her in a way, she had never thought such a free, happy spirit would ever be able to look, or feel, anger this deep, and she was wholly surprised.

However, when he calmed himself down enough to speak, she could tell that what he told her was not a lie just to get her to shut up and stop asking.  Victoria had lived long enough to tell the difference between a lie and the truth, and every word rang out with his honesty.

"I think I would feel very similarly.  I was surprised that Fury would be so bold as to sedate you and lock you away, when in truth you would have most likely been a help in the fight." She paused, frowning and looking out over the street. "I have not spoken with Fury enough to see the nature of his character.  I could not tell you his true intentions, but what do you believe they are?"

[dashingasgardian]

It was he kindness and understanding that struck him hardest. No excuses or pity. She was a woman one could meet without armor and know he was safe. He cared not to admit it, and perhaps he never will, but her words meant everything. Once drowning, now it felt like he was giving a chance to breath once more. 

Of help. Wasn't that all he could do? He had forsaken his own rising as one of his realm's greatest warriors out of pettiness and self-absorption. There was no tinge of regret in the steps he took, for his life had been one of joy and carnal pleasures; experiences that only in his youth could he truly cherish. Even events that his peer would never even deem to contemplate. Yet apart from all of that, he knew that the one thing he could offer, the one thing in him that had never wavered, was his loyalty to his friends. This was what troubled him.

Fandral thought of her question, his eyes not truly focusing on anything. The world blurred as his mind functioned. "I believe we, Asgardians, have been gathered here by him to be monitored. We are no friendly visitors, we are a threat, a flux of danger that must be detained at all costs. He fears us, and using the shroud of hospitality he intends to keep us enslaved." 

[twelvepercentof-amoment]

I suppose my ‘dainty weapon’ will come in handy then. [gives him a teasing smile before moving on] I’m sure that they have swords somewhere within all those levels of training rooms, the question is just when you’ll be willing to start teaching me. I’ll make sure my schedule works around yours, of course.

[dashingasgardian]

-A hearty laugh came from him, licking his lips as he did so- You are a sharp one, my lady! But a mind without a well-honed body lacks the power to maintain itself alive for long! -Waving his hand in the air, he brushes off her words- I am at your beck and call, fair one. There is nothing that will please me more than for you to call on me when you please. A high honor, indeed.

[youhave-myword-blog1]

Thor was unprepared for his friend to charge at him, his legs carrying him backwards and his balance slightly off because of his hand that was still awaiting his weapon. It was a moment later that he move his hand to gripped the man’s shoulders – choosing to fight honorably, and promising himself that he would only call for Mjolnir if Fandral found a weapon of his own to wield. It was a moment later that his balance was stolen from him and he fell onto his back, feeling the floor crack beneath the weight of them before using his size to roll and pin the smaller man to the ground, his voice rising. “You will not speak ill of her, nor will you be able to speak for much longer!”

[dashingasgardian]

Their bodies had met and the element of surprise had served him well enough. As planned, they both fell to the ground, yet there was something he had not accounted on; for Thor to stop summoning his weapon. It was an advantage he had sought to claim, for once the prince of Asgard had set his mind on his hammer, Fandral still had time to use it to his advantage. Before he could do anything else, the fair haired Asgardian found himself pinned down. Thor had the body mass to outweigh his own, and felt the floor give him a not so welcoming touch. Fandral did not twitch, nor his determination faltered, looking up at his prince with the fierceness of a cornered beast. "I see your stones only fall for her! What a chivalrous occasion!" It was not louder than a growl, but it seethed like poison from his lips. "You misunderstood me," he went on, his face twisting into a challenging smirk. "I only speak ill of your bravery!!" Before the last word was uttered, his right fist flew to hit Thor at his ribs.

[victor-kedves]

Well, as it’s a “take one and wait a couple minutes” kind of thing, I say, [she pauses to take a bite of one of the french fries, covering her mouth as she swallows, before pointing to the clock behind the bartender] we take our first shot, well, now. [grabs the Lemon Drop, tosses it back, and then sets the glass back on the wooden countertop] Then wait until the big hand is on the, I guess the 7. Sound good?

[dashingasgardian]

-He listens to her speak, a smile still on his face, his blue eyes locked unto hers. As she reaches for her shot, so did he, watching closely and mimicking her every step, downing the drink without hesitation when she did. Instead of setting the glass back down on the table, he slams it straight down to the floor, shards spreading all around- Ahhh! -He exclaims, wiping his mouth with his hand- Yes, it is your challenge, and I shall be complaint with your choice of rules! I certainly do not hope seven is a number that brings you luck, m'lady! It will not serve you here. -His smiles turns into a mischievous smirk, taking a couple of fries and putting them ins his mouth-