surely you have heard the story of

[valdyr]

WHO: Ubbe Ragnarsson
WHERE: Inn by the fireplace!
WHEN: Evening of 2/20
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: None! (Please warn for adult content or anything triggering)

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Almost every evening since arriving, Ubbe goes to the hall most call the "Inn", which is somewhat appropriately named given most go in to gather and prepare food and eat. But the Viking goes for the fireplace and for the warmth it brings. He spends hours there, staring into the flames while it takes him back to many evenings at the Great Hall in Kattegat.

One thing he remembers well is how loud and busy it is when everyone comes together with men and women and children celebrating for many different reasons. Most times, it was the return of their people from successful raids and to feast and drink to the ones who had died glorious deaths in battle and earned their way into Valhalla to drink with Odin and Thor. They gathered to celebrate weddings and births and to honour traditions like Jól and Ostara.

It was a place that brought back a flood of memories for the displaced Viking.

Tonight, Ubbe remembers the stories told around the fire in the middle of the longhouse. The ones overheard by the men and women, their travels and the riches they came home with. The ones Floki would tell with such great enthusiasm and intensity in his eyes. It was the way he laughed while telling them that always seemed to make the tale a little scarier than it should be. But mostly, Ubbe remembers the way his father, Ragnar, told them to him and his brothers when they were young boys. His voice always seemed to bring life to them better than anyone else and that makes him smile.


[ Feel free to catch Ubbe quietly reminiscing or smiling in memory! Then sit down and let him tell you a story :) ]

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[valdyr]

Ubbe hasn't seen much of Thor in the days since they spoke last about the process of making mead and the Viking is a touch disappointed at himself for not at least checking in with the God of Thunder. Only it doesn't show on his face when he flinches somewhat at the volume when Thor walks in and greets him.

The Viking gets to his feet with a smile and grabs the other man's forearm in a traditional handshake. "I am well, Thor. And yes, settling in as much as I can. It's not home, after all."

Yet, Ubbe was one to believe that home was wherever you wished to make it. Perhaps in time, he would. Unless he gets sent back to his time and his world.

"And you? How is the mead coming?"

[assemble_the_lovbacken]

It is a welcome throwback to be greeted in such way, their hands gripping each other's forearms. There are few here who maintain this tradition, and Thor is grateful for its familiarity. He nods with understanding, sparing a glance for the roaring fire.

"Ah, the mead," Thor begins, turning to his friend again. "It is coming along, all thanks to your help. I could remember bits and pieces of how it was made, but I doubt it would be as successful as it's been thus far had it not been for your assistance." Thor grins from ear to ear. It's still too early to tell exactly how good the end product will be, but it wouldn't have been much more than a dream without Ubbe's help. "I will, of course, be thanking you by offering you first taste, once it's had enough time. I also think I would very much like to throw a proper feast once it's done. Something akin to what we experienced on Asgard — and what you are used to after a successful hunt. Something in between those, given our resources." He eyes momentarily widen, as though he's just remembered something. He gestures to Ubbe and the fire, one after the other. "Oh! But I've interrupted you. It seemed as though you were remembering something fondly."