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tenaciousgargoyle replied to your post: rumor has it you make a good spaghetti

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“I’m more pissed about the lost pasta then I am the kiss. You could have fucking asked.”

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          “beautiful crowd right here.”

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Tells us a story, ras.

{And it begins}

“I know just the fucking story for you. There was the mead, which was supposed to be the sweetest and best tasting alcohol ever to be made, as it was created from honey. There was some that rested in the drinking horn of a great jötnar, a giant. So it was named after him, Mead of Suttungr. 

The enchanted mead, was said to give the drinker the power if a skáld, and would be able to solve any problem before them and tell any information asked of them. Suttungr was given this mead as a way to pacify him from killing the dwarves who murdered his parents; so he hid it away in a mountain with his daughter Gunnlöð to stand guard. 

The story varies here, but I will tell you the version I read the most. Odin sneaks into the mountain finds Gunnlöð standing guard. She asks why the Allfather if there and he tells her of his plans, however he tells her that he only wishes six drops of the mead and he in turn will give three nights of sex. 

Gunnlöð  lonely and tired of being bound to the mountain because of her father’s desire to protect the mead she agrees and after the third night allows Odin to drink all the mead and leave with them on good terms, as he did give her three good nights and freed her from a task she did not want. 

She later gave birth to his son Bragi.

Odin did much to further his power, as he was always hungry for knowledge and wisdom and poetic inspiration. He sometimes possess mortals give them some of his power we call them Berserkers; poetic rage, inspiration through madness. You would find no warriors more terrifying. Though the word Úlfhéðnar was also used, meaning wolf-warrior. These warriors were sometimes said to be special to Odin as they were as mad as hounds or wolves chomping to fight. Howling and pounding their chests, but fire and iron could not harm them while in this state, some say it was the wolf pelts they wore that protected them. 

It’s why people use the term ‘Going berserk.’”

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tenaciousgargoyle replied to your post: why so tall indeed ���� (pembroke youre drunk go lay...

“Oh. Oh right! So we are. How’s the weather right here?”

“Oh you know a little fucking drafty. What are you drinking?”

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{Ras oil wrestling for science, obviously.}

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{Okay, but listen....Turkish oil wrestling.}

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“Look, I don’t fully understand Christian’s and their holidays being in the wrong places or making sense, but I guess you shouldn’t spend this day alone and one should bring gifts...”

The mercenary swings his pack to the front of him Secured at the bottom of it is something large and nicely wrapped. He digs into the bag and pulls out a bottle that houses a amber colored liquid that seemed a little thicker then normal alcohol. 

“Do you remember me mentioning mead to you? The drink of my gods? Well some of the nicer vaults who came with these weird kits or some shit have honey, well something really close to it, close enough to make mead and I added some of the wild strawberries from Wisconsin. It’s yours and then there is this,”  Raserei unfastens the package from the bottom of his pack after he gingerly places the bottle down.

“It’s the skull of a Fenris wolf from back home, only a juvinille hard to get the adult ones, but hit has it’s impressive bone spurs above it’s eyebrow ridges. I carved some runes and small prayers to Sadki mistress of hunting in hopes she will look after you and your children. She fancies deadly beasts much like you. Normally I would have gone and killed the beast myself for the skull, but...I can’t really go back to Wisconsin. I hope you understand.” 

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Her fingers twisted into his hair as her lips hovered near his for a moment before they traced along his jaw. Crystal blue eyes were half-lidded as she glanced up at him with a smirk.A nip of teeth at his throat as she pressed closer, pulling herself up against him as one leg settled over his hip. She really didn’t need to make a habit of this.