The Other Last Son

Independent RP blog for AU Christopher Kent (Lor-Zod) Married to Talia al Ghul.

[writteninlucidink]

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[monzo12782]

If Asgardians speak English but originate from Scandinavian folklore, then by all rights shouldn’t Thor, Loki, and company sound like they’re from Minnesota?

[atopfourthwall]

Oh, ya, m'name’s Loki, and I am burdened with glorious purpose, doncha know.

[soozblog]

This would get me to watch all the Thor movies.

[sideburnpower]

Thor: Aww geeze, I’m gonna need ya to hand over that tesseract there ya? Loki: Oh, good ta see ya, too, brother, thanks for askin’ how I was and all there. Thor: Cheese and crackers, does it seem like I’m in the mood for your games there now then yet? 

[ladysifofasgard]

sonofzod:

“Someone who is paid to advise on appearances,” he explained. “This world has some ridiculous occupations.”

He nodded in response to her reminder. “True. My own face is too well known. Still, it might be worth it to have a Viking bar here. Ah well.”

Then he tilted his head with a slight frown. “Surely my adopted world has more joys than simple anonymity. It is no Asgard, of course, but there must be some things you enjoy here, to visit as often as you do.”

She weighed words. There were rude things she could say and she didn’t particularly like that option although many of them were true. That Midgard weighed on her, that Thor was often her only reason for staying. That after what Loki had done, both his mission and how he had dogged her steps to keep her out of the way, meant Midgard carried poor memories in places. 

“I cherish those friends I have made, but as you said, it is not Asgard and Asgard is my home. Away too long and anyone misses their home,” she said. For all her confliction about Midgard it was still truthful. There were those she now cared for here and that made trips easier, made them more wanted, even if they were not always easy.

[sonofzod]

Her pause spoke volumes, and Christopher regretted asking. But Sif came up with a tactful reply, and he drank to it. "And those of us who call you friend, we cherish your visits as well. You bring Asgard's wonder and glory with you for us to appreciate - and we would cherish you no matter from whence you came."

His glass was somehow empty again, and Christopher slid it across to be refilled. He would be pleasantly drunk soon, a mood that left him musing and whimsical. "It is true, no place holds our hearts like home. Earth is my refuge and salvation, the place where all those I love reside. I cannot help but love it fiercely."

[ladysifofasgard]

sonofzod:

ladysifofasgard:

“I’m afraid I like drinking in bars far more than having anything else to do with them. A barmaid is not my preferred sort of calling. I think I might go mad.” Also drink with the patrons instead of serve them, but that admittedly was not as much of a faux pas in Asgard. When in relative moderation. 

“I think Midgard will have to suffer without one of my people’s bars.”

He luckily finished swallowing before he scoffed. “A barmaid, never. After you gelded the first idiot man who thought you were being served alongside the mead, the bar would be shut down. No, I had in mind something like … image consultant.”

As the level of his glass fell, Christopher’s good humor rose. “You’d only have to tell them how it ought to be. And then show up yourself once in a while, to teach everyone Norse drinking songs. And drink, of course. No better advertisement for a Viking bar than ‘actual Norse deity drinks here’.”

“I don’t know you mean by image consultant,” she said, slightly confused by the wording. It didn’t seem as if he meant a type of seer. Not that she would have been prime for that such job either. 

“I think you miss that one of the few perks of Midgard is that I am not known by every person I meet.” It may often only be by name upon Asgard, but it was an easy name to put face to if she was the lone dark haired woman with Thor or the Warriors Three. Sif’s relationship with Midgard would always be fraught with tensions after all that had befallen them, but one of the remaining benefits was an anonymity that she would usually have to cross a realm to find. If not go further.

[sonofzod]

"Someone who is paid to advise on appearances," he explained. "This world has some ridiculous occupations."

He nodded in response to her reminder. "True. My own face is too well known. Still, it might be worth it to have a Viking bar here. Ah well."

Then he tilted his head with a slight frown. "Surely my adopted world has more joys than simple anonymity. It is no Asgard, of course, but there must be some things you enjoy here, to visit as often as you do."

[ladysifofasgard]

sonofzod:

“I’ll drink to that,” he chuckled, and suited action to word. There was enough alcohol in him now to let Christopher’s mind wander freely, and he spoke the next thought that occurred.

“There aren’t enough of your sort of bars around. Perhaps you should open one. Picture a Viking bar in New York - with Midgardian liquor, sadly, so the patrons survive. I can’t see you tending bar, of course, but you could make certain the design and the ambiance are accurate.”

“I’m afraid I like drinking in bars far more than having anything else to do with them. A barmaid is not my preferred sort of calling. I think I might go mad.” Also drink with the patrons instead of serve them, but that admittedly was not as much of a faux pas in Asgard. When in relative moderation. 

“I think Midgard will have to suffer without one of my people’s bars.”

[sonofzod]

He luckily finished swallowing before he scoffed. "A barmaid, never. After you gelded the first idiot man who thought you were being served alongside the mead, the bar would be shut down. No, I had in mind something like ... image consultant."

As the level of his glass fell, Christopher's good humor rose. "You'd only have to tell them how it ought to be. And then show up yourself once in a while, to teach everyone Norse drinking songs. And drink, of course. No better advertisement for a Viking bar than 'actual Norse deity drinks here'."

[ladysifofasgard]

sonofzod:

“I have too many regrets.” Christopher’s cup was nearly empty, and despite his remark about not trying to outdrink the goddess, he held it out to Sif for another.

“Perhaps that simply means I am much overdue for an Asgardian-style night of drinking. Which we seem to be pursuing. It’s as well. There are very few I’d trust to go on such a venture, but you are the top of that short list.”

Sif poured before speaking, they were going to finish the first bottle off all too soon. “As there are bars of my people readily available, that might be a task, but I can offer what I will, and that is more wine and less thinking.” She tipped the last of the bottle into her own cup and held it up to him before taking a long drink. 

[sonofzod]

"I'll drink to that," he chuckled, and suited action to word. There was enough alcohol in him now to let Christopher's mind wander freely, and he spoke the next thought that occurred.

"There aren't enough of your sort of bars around. Perhaps you should open one. Picture a Viking bar in New York - with Midgardian liquor, sadly, so the patrons survive. I can't see you tending bar, of course, but you could make certain the design and the ambiance are accurate."

[ladysifofasgard]

sonofzod:

ladysifofasgard:

“If the liquor is talking this quickly I am not sure you could survive a night in our bars, my friend,” she laughed softly and refilled his cup.  To say Asgardians drank to excess was an understatement, although Sif might argue it was merely that other cultures were bad at it.  “Especially not if it is a night that becomes three,” she grinned. Asgardian celebrations were not to be underestimated in her opinion.

He paused; it was never wise to try to evaluate one’s own sobriety, after the bottle was broached, but Christopher was certain he wasn’t even tipsy yet. Only relaxed, and that had as much to do with his trust in his companion as with the contents of his cup.

“I’m not fool enough to suggest I can match you drink for drink,” he began, smiling. “But if the party does last three days, there’ll be sunlight enough to sober me. Although the sun of Asgard is its own intoxicant.”

The memory of how sun-drunk he’d been, on his one daytime visit to their realm, was not a cheerful one, though. Christopher took a long swallow of mead, and continued, “I am quite certain I could survive an Asgardian bar crawl, but the trick is to do so without regrets.”

“Regrets are for forgetting,” she said wisely, or perhaps not so wisely. Not that Sif ever really forgot her own although very few if any came from nights of drink and celebration. Her idea of drunken regrets tended to end at a few particularly awful hangovers.  “The beer is good for that as well,” she joked, and drank her wine.

[sonofzod]

"I have too many regrets." Christopher's cup was nearly empty, and despite his remark about not trying to outdrink the goddess, he held it out to Sif for another.

"Perhaps that simply means I am much overdue for an Asgardian-style night of drinking. Which we seem to be pursuing. It's as well. There are very few I'd trust to go on such a venture, but you are the top of that short list."

[ladysifofasgard]

sonofzod:

ladysifofasgard:

“I am not sure our bars are what you envision. Then again, I am not sure what you envision,” she said. After another drink Sif tipped off her glass. She tilted the bottle towards him in offer. “Mortal bars aren’t the way they once were, and the mortals learned from us long ago. If you want tall tales, more mead than you can drink, songs, cheering, contests - then you might consider a bar of my people.”

Christopher drank the last swallow, and held out his cup. The liquor - stronger than any human could drink - warmed his belly and soothed tension in his shoulders he hadn’t been aware of until it eased.

“Mortal bars can be like that, at least when Thor is buying rounds for everyone in the place,” he replied. “This may be the liquor talking, but it sounds like fun.”

“If the liquor is talking this quickly I am not sure you could survive a night in our bars, my friend,” she laughed softly and refilled his cup.  To say Asgardians drank to excess was an understatement, although Sif might argue it was merely that other cultures were bad at it.  “Especially not if it is a night that becomes three,” she grinned. Asgardian celebrations were not to be underestimated in her opinion.

[sonofzod]

He paused; it was never wise to try to evaluate one's own sobriety, after the bottle was broached, but Christopher was certain he wasn't even tipsy yet. Only relaxed, and that had as much to do with his trust in his companion as with the contents of his cup.

"I'm not fool enough to suggest I can match you drink for drink," he began, smiling. "But if the party does last three days, there'll be sunlight enough to sober me. Although the sun of Asgard is its own intoxicant."

The memory of how sun-drunk he'd been, on his one daytime visit to their realm, was not a cheerful one, though. Christopher took a long swallow of mead, and continued, "I am quite certain I could survive an Asgardian bar crawl, but the trick is to do so without regrets."

[ladysifofasgard]

sonofzod:

ladysifofasgard:

“Ah, so that is what happened when you and Thor drank together,” she chuckled. “Thor said it was rather uneventful, although quite full of mead, and I suppose by our standards it was,” she said, teasing more than a little. She remembered how Thor had been sleeping when she found him in their apartment the next day, sprawled out on their couch and snoring. Sif took a longer drink with a smile. “But I do promise tonight shall not be so eventful.”

Christopher chuckled. “Eventful by the standards if such as us would mean leveling several city blocks, so no, it was a nice quiet evening. Luckily the next morning’s sunrise took care of the hangover.”

The spiked mead still held the faint floral overtones of elderberry blossoms, and he sipped appreciatively. “You know, I might like going to an Asgardian bar. In your company, anyway.”

“I am not sure our bars are what you envision. Then again, I am not sure what you envision,” she said. After another drink Sif tipped off her glass. She tilted the bottle towards him in offer. “Mortal bars aren’t the way they once were, and the mortals learned from us long ago. If you want tall tales, more mead than you can drink, songs, cheering, contests - then you might consider a bar of my people.”

[sonofzod]

Christopher drank the last swallow, and held out his cup. The liquor - stronger than any human could drink - warmed his belly and soothed tension in his shoulders he hadn't been aware of until it eased.

"Mortal bars can be like that, at least when Thor is buying rounds for everyone in the place," he replied. "This may be the liquor talking, but it sounds like fun."

[ladysifofasgard]

sonofzod:

ladysifofasgard:

“Drinking is what one makes of it,” she said and tilted cup to him before taking a drink. “One can be dour, or one can be joyous, it merely depends on the circumstances. If I took you to a bar of Asgard, it would indeed not be serious.” At least, not on most nights and not most bars, but there were times and places for every thing. 

He raised the glass to her as well, and grinned at little. “Quite true. I tend to drink only with people who inspire such contemplation. Still, the notion of an Asgardian pub crawl has its merits. The last time I got thoroughly drunk with one of your kind, I ended up singing along to old Norse songs - a language I don’t speak - and trying to outswim him in a race across the bay.”

He paused, taking a sip and savoring the sweet burn. Then Christopher looked thoughtful. “I still don’t know who won.”

“Ah, so that is what happened when you and Thor drank together,” she chuckled. “Thor said it was rather uneventful, although quite full of mead, and I suppose by our standards it was,” she said, teasing more than a little. She remembered how Thor had been sleeping when she found him in their apartment the next day, sprawled out on their couch and snoring. Sif took a longer drink with a smile. “But I do promise tonight shall not be so eventful.”

[sonofzod]

Christopher chuckled. "Eventful by the standards if such as us would mean leveling several city blocks, so no, it was a nice quiet evening. Luckily the next morning's sunrise took care of the hangover."

The spiked mead still held the faint floral overtones of elderberry blossoms, and he sipped appreciatively. "You know, I might like going to an Asgardian bar. In your company, anyway."

[ladysifofasgard]

sonofzod:

ladysifofasgard:

She took down a second cup and began to pour. “Aye, although in fairness we often have odd conversations.”

He takes the second cup gratefully. “Yes, well, we’ve always had serious personal revelations when drinking, and lighthearted fun at my expense while sober. This is rather backwards from the norm, at least here.”

“Drinking is what one makes of it,” she said and tilted cup to him before taking a drink. “One can be dour, or one can be joyous, it merely depends on the circumstances. If I took you to a bar of Asgard, it would indeed not be serious.” At least, not on most nights and not most bars, but there were times and places for every thing. 

[sonofzod]

He raised the glass to her as well, and grinned at little. "Quite true. I tend to drink only with people who inspire such contemplation. Still, the notion of an Asgardian pub crawl has its merits. The last time I got thoroughly drunk with one of your kind, I ended up singing along to old Norse songs - a language I don't speak - and trying to outswim him in a race across the bay."

He paused, taking a sip and savoring the sweet burn. Then Christopher looked thoughtful. "I still don't know who won."

[sonofzod]

“If you’re pouring the good stuff, Lady Sif, I’ll join you. You and I have always had such fascinating conversations over liquor.”

[ladysifofasgard]

She took down a second cup and began to pour. “Aye, although in fairness we often have odd conversations.”

[sonofzod]

He takes the second cup gratefully. "Yes, well, we've always had serious personal revelations when drinking, and lighthearted fun at my expense while sober. This is rather backwards from the norm, at least here."

[sonofzod]

"If you're pouring the good stuff, Lady Sif, I'll join you. You and I have always had such fascinating conversations over liquor."

[sonofzod]

A winter’s gift fit for a goddess, perhaps?

[ladysifofasgard]

A fine tribute

[sonofzod]

-knows Asgardian drinking habits, buys 10 cases of the stuff-

[sonofzod]

A winter's gift fit for a goddess, perhaps?

[drlelandsoffice]

The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Tumblr Meme

[grincarved]

tigersniper:

Send me some numbers, and I will tell you:

What does their bedroom look like?

Do they have any daily rituals?

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Makeup?

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Intellectual pursuits?

Favorite book genre?

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Favorite beverage?

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

What is their biggest regret?

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

Most prized possession?

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Concept of home and family?

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

What makes them feel guilty?

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

How misanthropic are they?

Hobbies?

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Religion?

Superstitions or views on the occult?

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

How do they express love?

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

[sonofzod]

I'm not saying I'm back, but I can headcanon for daaaaays.

[ladysifofasgard]

sonofzod liked your photo: “jeangry:  Shall we live forever? Rise up, you great hearts! Draw your…”

i’m going to lure you into playing again at this rate just give in to it

[sonofzod]

I'm thinking about it, lol. I just either have to reboot or split off a new mainverse.