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Pour your misery down...

WHO: Thorfinn Thorsson
WHERE: The woods/Thor's House, The Inn, The River, House #8.
WHEN: Sept 29
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Mild cursing, bathing nudity?
STATUS: Open

The woods / Thor's house
Thorfinn was nothing if not stubborn and hopeful all at the same time. When he had left the house that morning, he knew the sky was pouring, but he had hoped it would ease up by the time he borrowed the axe from the inn, ignoring any protests of it being to wet or chilly to be out working in the woods. He still went as if nothing was the matter. The rain didn't stop or even slow. He was soaked to the bone by the time he reached the place he had been doing most of his cutting. Leaning under the leaves of an older tree waiting. After an hour or so it became clear that the rain wouldn't be stopping any time soon.

That meant one thing. The gods were displeased.

At least the Thunderer, it must be that.

Thorfinn had not bothered doing his hair that morning, just leaving the blond strands to whip around him in the wind until they were too wet to move. He set out to find another tribute, maybe another goat would appease his lord. It was almost an hour and a half later when Thorfinn emerged from the woods a young goat following behind him, again his belt serving as a leash. The axe and one of his boots in one hand, the belt in the other. His tunic's hood down, the fine fabric along with the Norsemen and the ax he had borrowed all caked in thick mud. He looked almost like a tiny swamp thing coming out of the woods, mud and twigs sticking to him as he walked, looking far from pleased.

A knock wasn't bothered with this time, he was not in the best mood and figured maybe Thor wasn't either given the weather, so his muddy hands pushed the window up and open as he slipped his belt free from the little goat and moved to put it in the window like the last goat. Maybe now the rain would ease.

The Inn
He knew he should have gone to the river first, but he didn't stepping up to the back door of the inn near the well he knocked on the door standing there with the axe and his boot, still caked in mud and looking completely annoyed. Normally he might have just walked in but today he knocked staying just outside in hopes of not dragging the mud with him inside. The rain had thankfully cleaned most of the mud off of the axe. Which was why he had come. He waited outside the door for someone to answer so he could hand over the tool and be on his way to try and wash some of the heavy muck off of him.

The River
Cutting across the land behind the inn he reached the root cellar of Kol's home, he had left the jar that he stored the small chestnut soap balls in the cellar along with his bone comb had been left in the cellar the night before after he combed the curls caused by his braids out of his hair. Thorfinn liked the root cellar, a little space away from everyone where he could do whatever work he wanted or just think without disturbing anyone or being disturbed. He made his way down the steps leaving heavy muddy prints leading down into the dark space, opening the jar he shook two of the soap balls out before moving away from the house, leaving his belt in the cellar, but taking his comb. He could have gotten something to dry off with but, he was filthy and unhappy and just wanted to get clean and go home if he couldn't work he'd just stay home for awhile, work on some of his other projects.

When he reached the water he looked up at the sky a moment before pulling his muddy tunic and stained up tank top over his head throwing it on the ground behind him, his pants came next, and with his mood he didn't care who saw him. He moved into the water, and started washing the mud from his skin first, the hair would be next. Then he would get started on his clothes.

Though it was already cool with the rain coming down and the river water, Thorfinn wasn't bothered by it, though he was weary. The last time he let himself get soaked to the bone in a rain like this outside of his own world, he had ended up emotionally unstable and sobbing on Jo after attacking one of those he had called a friend. He worried this rain would effect him like that. He wanted to hurry through his bath, but he didn't want to get home and find his hair matting either. So he had to take his time to assure he got all the mud washed away.

On his way to House #8 & Inside
On his way back from the river, Thorfinn had his tunic and tank top draped over an arm, with just his pants on. Walked barefooted towards the house he shared with Jo and Kol. His day was a bust, no animal brought home for dinner, no wood either. Just a day of letting the weather get to him. It was to hot most of the time, then came Fenrir's shakes, now just heavy rain. He couldn't stand the weather here. He hated it.

It was beyond his power to affect the weather however, so he just made his way home. Eventually reaching the house and pushing the door open but not entering yet. His boots not with him. He stood on the porch under its protection as he wrung out his hair as best he could before doing the same with his tunic. Finally he went inside closing the door behind himself going and draping the tunic over the back of one of the dining room chairs to let it dry. Walking on through the house to his room. Pushing the door open with it's helm of awe carved in the door, painted in red with his blood the day he carved it. Moving inside he changed out of the scrub pants into the overalls and dropping across his bed. He wasn't tired, he just watched the rain from where he laid with his window open. He could see the lights of the inn but didn't feel like trudging back over there through the rain.

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The knock was surprising, given how most everyone seemed to trek through the inn all day long. While they were preparing a meal, it wasn't unusual for Kate to shoo out the bodies that invariably seemed inclined to congregate, but knocking on a day like this?

Veronica had been at the sink washing some greens, thinking to get a jump on the day since the weather was so abysmal, and jerked up a curious look at the sound. She quickly twisted off the faucet and hurried to the door, worried that someone was standing in the rain with their hands full. Finding Thorfinn, she faltered -- He looked as pissed off as she'd ever seen him -- and then motioned him quickly inside.

"Leave the boots there," she said, pointing to the wall by the door. "I think Kate'll kill you if you track mud across her clean floor."

The rains had dampened Jon's spirits as well. As happy as he was to have Ygritte here, it was difficult to remain in good cheer when it seemed the sky was never going to cease dumping rain on the lot of them. He feared he would never be dry again and, after going to hunt, he was impossibly muddy.

He'd gone to the river to bathe, for all the good it did, and through sheets of rain saw a blond man who apparently had the same idea.

"Do you think it's ever going to stop raining?"

Thorfinn stood outside the door, a bit of rain coming down on him. It was helping to wash some of the mud stuck in his hair down. He was pretty much a wreak in terms of look, covered in mud and soaked to the bone with a smell from lifting the goat to shove it through Thor's window.

When he saw it was Veronica that opened the door he tried to hold back some of his anger, she didn't need to see him mad. "I do not know if fit to come in, very messy." He motioned to his muddy clothes." He held the axe out though by the handle. "Came to return, Veronica. To wet to work." He tried anyway, none could fault him.

Thorfinn looked up as he heard someone else comeing his way. He was rubbing the chestnut soap ball through a bit of his hair that had already been rinsed in the river water, some stubborn mud still clinging.

"I think it will stop anytime soon." He gave Thor a goat, surely his lord would now be pleased and send the rain off. He was more than certain of it. He could be back in the woods felling a tree by late evening at best. "If not, than I know not." He explained, looking up again, he pushed some of his hair from his face. Oh, oh it was him. He recognized that man from the tourney. One of Ned's children. "Here to bathe to?" Growing up in the band of warriors that he did, sharing a space with another man was nothing new.

"I thought I'd try to get the mud off," Jon agreed, rinsing a little. The rain was ceaseless and it made his mood even more bleak than it could be sometimes; even with Ygritte here to brighten his spirits, it was hard to be cheerful when the sky was grey and everything was streaming down in endless rivulets of rain.

"Don't think I'll ever be dry again, though."

It's not that Peggy is doubting her eyes, but perhaps there is some wariness to what she's seeing. She notes Thorfinn's movements, where he is, and the animal in question, but even as she adds up the pieces, it seems like something is odd about it. The goat, for one. She waits patiently under the cover of a nearby home until she can have the chance to call out to him, raising her brow as she does.

"Thorfinn," she says, waving him over to join her. She'll need to move inside to a warmer place soon, but he can absolutely join. "What on earth happened to you?" she wonders, looking at the state of him.

Thorfinn had snatched his boots back up, and draped the belt over his shoulders, he was such a mess it made no point to put it back on. The axe was also lifted as he made his way down the steps barefooted since his boots were both pretty much caked solid, one had come off when he got stuck and he had had to fish it out of the mud.

He had started walking when he heard Peggy's voice over the rain, looking her direction in time to see her waving him over. an unsure look crossed his features he wasn't in the best of spirits and he was a mess... but still he did it anyway. Moving her way, he looked down at himself then to her. "Goat kick me in mud... got trapped." he wont deny what hes done, he totally just shoved a goat through Thor's window.

Edited 2016-10-07 15:51 (UTC)

Concern flickers over her face, seeing as she doesn't typically think of being kicked by a goat is a normal hing and shouldn't be treated as such. Tipping her head to the side, she gives Thorfinn a worried look, because the goat part is worrying enough, but more so had been what she suspects she had seen.

"And where is that goat now?" she asks, keeping her voice calm and far from judgment.

Thorfinn had no shame in what he had done, one should give tribute and sacrifices to their gods. Normally he's kill the animal himself and fed it to those around him without telling them the full detail of the Blót. So he pointed towards Thor's house. "Left to Thor as offering to stop rain." He spoke as if they were just chatting about the weather. Which he felt was terrible, by the by. "Thor is god of storms, if any can stop the rain, it is he."

He felt no shame for having shoved that poor goat through a window. He dropped his boots down by Peggy and stepped aside starting to try and get some of the mud off himself with the rain water. It was a fruitless en-devour, even his clothes were muddy as could be.

While Peggy had indeed met Thor and heard his self-description as the god of thunder, she can't help but feel somewhat wary of that. After all, his attempt to prove this by feats of strength hadn't gone very far, and now, Thorfinn was leaving him goats in an effort to put a stop to the natural climate around them. She bit her inside lip as she gave him a worried look.

"And what does he do with the goats?" she asks, offering a smile as polite as she can muster. "It would be awfully nice if he could do something about the weather," she agrees. "Though, I'm not sure why it has to be goats."

Thorfinn was trying to keep his iritation at the weather and other natural forces around them from showing to much. He didn't like to let people notice when his moods shifted. The pleasent persona he often projected was mostly an act he had perfected to try and make himself seem more approachable, than the scowling teen he had been.

"In stories, he drives chariot of goats, he has not his goats here, I give." He explained, he totally expects to see these goats driving Thor around. "Normally a sacrifice would be the best you have to offer, Peggy, something given in sacred way and shared with many. Not to be wasted." He knew many did not understand the old ways, he didn't want to make her worry. "Tribute is not sacrifice, tribute is just a gift. No need to kill. Sacrifice come on important days. And yes, I hope he fixes weather, I have work needing done."

He had so much to do, it was his way, he worked himself until he was dead tired most days just in hopes of sleeping and pushing his stress away.

Peggy isn't sure that poor Thor wants all these goats, though it's not like she's developed a rapport with him that would let her speak confidently as to what animals he does and doesn't like. Still, she does have to try. "Thorfinn," she begins, thoughtfully. She reaches to lightly rest a hand on his shoulder to gain his attention properly. "Have you ever thought about asking him what he prefers?"

"There could be every chance that he'd be just as satisfied with a well baked flan," Peggy says, hoping that Thor isn't actually sacrificing the goats. "Perhaps that's why the rain hasn't let up? He prefers something else?"

Thorfinn had not thought about asking Thor if he wanted the tribute, he simply did what seemed natural as the only Norsemen around. Give his god the respect and tribute he deserves. He looked to her. His eyes shifted over to where her hand had rested on his shoulder. "Peggy, you get dirty touching." He spoke, not as put off as he usually was at being touched, he was getting more used to these people in the village touching him. Plus, Peggy was a friend, it was okay, he just worried about the filth he was covered in getting on her. "Besides, it not my place to ask Thor things."

He blinked a bit, those brown eyes looking confused. "What is baked Flan? Is it a food of the gods?" He tipped his head some. He gave a disappointed look, out towards the rain. "Maybe you right," At least he was learning to say 'you' instead of the persons name. "maybe something else is needed."

Peggy raises her brow in faint amusement, though she withdraws her hand. Apparently, in Thorfinn's time, a little friendly support might be seen as something far too forward. Or, wait. Did he mean dirty as in the filth? Still, she withdrew her hand and crossed her arms at the thought of Thor not being consulted.

"Flan is a wobbly dish, a tasty thing..." she trails off, giving him a wary look. "I think Thor would appreciate being asked." If nothing else, it would give him an opportunity to set all this to right. "And then, perhaps, we'll see an end to all this miserable rain."

It wasn't forward, he had always been strange in his dislike of being touched by people. The fact people even wanted to touch him was still strange to him but he tried to adapt to the new ways people had.

"...Do we have the ingredients to try to make this? Flan? I wont to see." He had such a weakness for food. It used to be his only weakness and now it was just something he enjoyed a lot and had to be careful about. This was not a place where great feasts would ever happen. At least any time soon. Thorfinn looked up a little uncertain as he leaned back against the pole, leaving a muddy imprint. "Maybe yes... I should." He wasn't sure if he really would get to it. Asking Thor seemed so forward for a mortal. Questioning the gods and all.

"Perhaps we can peek into the kitchen," Peggy suggests, because she's hardly good at cooking (in fact, the multiple grease fires are evidence as to that), but she thinks they could probably coerce Kate or someone else handy with recipes to share their knowledge with them. Someone has to know how to make a flan, after all. She gives him an encouraging smile. "And if you need any help talking to Thor, I'd be happy to."

She doesn't know him very well, but she thinks that since Thor knows Steve, there's at least enough history and background that it won't be greatly awkward.

"Maybe yes." He replied, he missed some of the sweeter treats from his youth, while he could cook it was the bare bone basics to roast meat, and make stew for the most part. The latter he had learned just from watching the prince one winter. He would never venture to call himself good at cooking.

"Thank you, Peggy. I may." He still wasn't sure about it. Thor seemed like a easy going man but a lifetime of legends about the god he was named after seemed hard to just stroll up and start a talk. He was sure he needed to given the size of the village but there were still some people he hadn't spoken to as it was yet. "Peggy, what do you think took us here?"

Veronica grasped hold of the axe on instinct, surprised by the sudden weight of it, and then vehemently shook her head. "No, come in," she insisted, stepping back. "Just stand right there," she added, and pointed emphatically at the spot just inside the doorway. "I'll be right back."

Given that multiple people live in the inn, she assumes there have to be towels around somewhere. She hoofs it out of the kitchen and quickly up the stairs, not realizing she still has the axe in her hand until she's pulling open doors to find the linen closet. She drops it in one of the crates on her way back down.

Stack of towels clutched to her chest, she hustles back into the kitchen, and then holds the linens Thorfinn's way.

"I can't send you back out in that. You could catch cold." And god knew how they'd deal with something like that with no medicine. "Come stand by the stove and get warm."

She gives Thorfinn a cautious look, hoping that he doesn't see the twitch of her eye given how the topic is becoming a rather sensitive one. After all, it's not like she enjoys the reminder that she's been stolen away from home. More than that, the constant inability for her to find answers is driving her batty.

"At first, I thought maybe it was an experiment where I come from. There was a very powerful source of zero matter that could have done this, but it doesn't explain everything else. Maybe this is a stopping point," she suggests. "Maybe for me, it was zero matter. For you, it was something else. What were you doing before you arrived here?"

Thorfinn couldn't say no to Veronica, even though he was sure Kate would be cross he did as she said. Stepping inside the doorway and standing where she instructed, leaning just a bit back out the door while she's gone, squeezing some of the water and mud out of his blonde hair. He was tempted to braid it back up, but that was just begging for curls to set. He hated his hair being in curls.

He looked at the towels feeling a little bad as he reached out to take them from her. The mud on him already dirtying the towels. But he moved like she had said towards the stove. Sitting the towels aside long enough to gather up his hair and start running one through it. "Don't think I catch cold, Veronica." The C of her name always came out harder than the rest. "I am used to cold." He at least knew the difference in the word and the illness. "Never sick bad before." Sickness could be a death sentence in his time. His belt had been left with his boots outside the door so, he pulled the muddy tunic off, figuring it would dry faster off of him than on. His pants he could deal with being wet. While he wasn't shy it didn't seem good to fully undress. He pulled the towel over his shoulders and stood by the stove hoping to dry quickly, even though he would still have to go bath in the cold river soon.

He looked over to Veronica trying not to show how cold he really was. It always seemed like he got colder indoors when he was wet than out. "How have you been?" He asked concerned, since he hadn't had a lot of time to check on her and have their lessons of late with his winter perperations.

He looked at her like she was speaking another language, which to him she kind of was. He understood the words she used, most of them anyway but not what she meant. She was doing something that could have sent her here was all he gathered from it. "...I...do not understand. What is zero matter?" he admitted, reaching up to push his hair back out of his face again. Every shift of wind the blonde muddy strands move.

"I..." He shrugged some. "I went home. It was important to me, I think I fell asleep talking to Ylfa... woke up in fountain. I was going to leave on a journey in a few days, maybe that could be why?" He hadn't thought about maybe what he was planning could have been a reason. "Last world like this I was taken to... I attacked a king, scarred his face. Ended up in that world not long after. That I understand. This time I do not." He hadn't told many about Medietas. "Other world is how I know Jo."

"Honestly, I've as much idea about zero matter as you do," Peggy confesses, seeing as even at the end of the investigation, she hadn't grasped the properties of it in any manner she might have liked. "It was powerful and dangerous and it could do things to people. Dark things," she says, thinking (with a twist in her stomach) of Jason's descent towards such dark places. "Do you think this world is a punishment?" she asks cautiously.

She doesn't think that she's done anything to deserve such a punishment though at the same time, but then, perhaps the universe thinks that she's yet to suffer enough as far as loss goes. She doesn't know how that could be, though. "Is there anyone else here from that world?"

"Dark things..." The best he could think of was the power struggles of the royalty and men like those he had grown up around. "Yes, maybe it dark things cause this. Maybe it is punishment for wicked things we have done." He knew he still had much to atone. He reached his hand up to one of his shoulders, the one that often aches. Thinking of the dead that haunt him. "Maybe it is deserved."

He nodded. "They do not remember though, people with the same faces, many of them. They do not seem to recognize Jo or me... which I am glad for." He was so happy the Starks didn't recognize him, not that he had ever showed them his bad side, but he still hated the boy he had been. "Only Jo remembers. Only Jo seems to be from there. Multiverse is vast."

She wonders how many worlds are out there and what she would do if the people from home looked at her without recognition. "I have the opposite problem," Peggy confesses wryly, feeling like Thorfinn is one of the few people that she can tell this without feeling awkward. "There are so many people here from a future where they know me and my accomplishments. It's a whole life I haven't lived, but they look at me like I'm supposed to be that woman."

"Truthfully, I don't know how long it will be until I disappoint them," she confesses, thinking it's an inevitable thing to live up to someone else's legend.

Thorfinn nodded looking to Peggy listening without judging. "I understand, not the same but close." he didn't offer more on it but he looked a little concerned before he shifted his weight and pushed off the pole to walk a little closer even as filthy as he was he figured it was better to stand closer for such a serious talk. "Do not think about that if you can, I find just being who you want to be is better than trying to live to a reputation. If their disappointed that's their fault. Not yours, Peggy. They do not deserve if they are disappoint." He was such a hypocrite in that moment.

Peggy would like to be able to simply wish it all away and ignore the fact that these people know a version of her that lives in stories, but she stubbornly wants to be even better. It's the problem with being so bloody determined, half the time. "Luckily, it seems I have nothing but time to do exactly that here," she points out.

"All of us do, really."

"I'm... fine. Fine," Veronica absently replies, distracted by the abruptly shirtless viking in front of her. The scars have stories attached to them, she's sure, but she doesn't ask. This is probably how everybody looks where he's from.

"You know, there's a bath tub upstairs. I can check on the furnace—" Her expression goes slightly pinched; she doesn't know how to explain without sounding like she's talking to a child, and she hates doing that to him. "The water would be hot. In the tub. You can wash off all that mud and warm up at the same time?"

He nodded to her words. He knew that as well, all they had was time. It was nothing new to him, but he could tell modern people lived much different than he is used to living. He had taken awhile when he first fell from his place as a warrior to get used to the slow pace of life on a farm. Now it was second nature.

"Yes. Nothing but time. As long as the gods will us." He spoke as he pushed off the pole and picked up the axe and his boots. "I should go return." He shifted the hand with the axe. He had to borrow it every time from the weapon stash so he could cut wood.

It was a pretty common look. His scars were a map of his travels in a way, scraps, stabs and arrow wounds healed over from countless battles. He thinks nothing of it, just shifts the towel over his shoulders before returning his hands to just over the warmth of the stove. Shaking his head when she offers the tub.

"Do not trust inside water. Nice as hot water is, I do not trust. The water destroyed last house. I will go to river soon, it will be fine." He was still so unsure about the things he didn't understand. The futuristic ways water comes inside and heats. He had a basic understanding of the furnace because of living with Jo, at least feeding the flames with the wood he cuts, but not how it affected the water.

Veronica squints skeptically his way, and then tilts her head, a hand on her hip as she regards him.

"I take a bath in the inside water everyday," she points out. "I'm pretty sure most of the people here do. Compared to the river? Come on." She arches her eyebrows. "If the current is strong, you could get carried off, or you could slip on a rock, or cut yourself... or anything." Not to mention anyone coming by and getting an eyeful. "Why don't you trust the inside water? It's all the same water."

"I will not be swept away, I am not so small." He spoke a touch indignant. He had a little bit of a complex about how small he was. After a second he felt another chill. Chills tended to give ways to colds, he couldn't afford to get sick. Not with winter so close. Another breath and he sighed and motioned a hand away.

"Show me your magic hot water." he was still unsure, but Veronica trusts it. She's not lead him wrong yet... and if it destroyed the Inn, he would totally point at Vee.

Having expected more of a fight, Veronica breaks out into a delighted grin, remembering all over again why Thorfinn is one of her favorites.

"Hang on," she says, and ducks quickly into the cellar to make a quick check of the furnace. Her grand reveal would be a little anticlimactic if the water was cold.

She feeds a few more pieces of firewood into the belly of the beast just to be sure, and joins Thorfinn back in the kitchen. "The furnace makes the water hot," she explains as she motions for him to follow her. "No fire, no magic hot water."

Fortunately, the inn is mostly deserted at this time of day and there's no one already using the bathroom upstairs. She picks up some towels from the cupboard on the way, and cranks on the taps on the bathtub. As soon as the water begins to warm, she plugs the drain and gives her best Vanna White wave toward the tub.

"Hot water. You will love it."

He reached back grabbing the muddy tunic, moving carefully after her hoping to not track mud through the inn. He was sure Kate would be very displeased as Veronica had warned when he first showed up. Waiting for Veronica to returned he looked a little worried around the kitchen. What if the water broke the inn?

"Still feels like magic, water belongs in the river, not inside." He muttered a bit under his breath. He still had a lot abut plumbing to learn he didn't have a lot of choice in the matter. Stepping in after her he sat the muddy shirt aside again looking a bit perplexed watching the water filling the tub then back to Veronica's wave.

"I trust you. How to turn off?" He asked, figuring she'd be stepping out before he undressed the rest of the way. He once knew in the other world but it was long gone to him.

"Not magic. Science," Veronica gently corrects, and then points to the taps. "You turn these here, like this."

Leaning across the tub, she demonstrates how to crank off first one and then the other knob, and then twists them back on again. "One has very hot and one has cold, so be careful. Get in before it's full, because the water will come up more." She can't imagine Kate would be thrilled about a flooded loo.

"Same as the sinks." he nodded once she showed him. "Jo showed me." He had encountered showers in Medietas but these were no quite the same but the concept remained the same. "Okay, Veronica. I will remember. I will come back down when finished." He promised. Making sure to keep in mind he should get in before it't to full. He didn't want to make a mess for Kate to have to deal with.

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