2nd bolt

[richtighammer]

((Action, 1124 Taylor Road; public))The last time Thor drank mead, it was out of a cauldron five miles deep, in a golden hall surrounded by the greatest of the Aesir, all toasting his strength with every foaming horn-full they swallowed. Mayfield, however, has neither bottomless cauldrons, nor golden halls, nor, for the most part, Aesir. He's sick

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[paintme_crimson]

[Guess who's late for work. This lady. Not that she cares. However, she figures she might as well skip work when she sees this.]

You...you guys are making booze?

[richtighammer]

What else? [Who is this? Thor doesn't know. BUT SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE COULD USE A DRINK.]

I'd wager it's the first real drink this realm will ever see!

[paintme_crimson]

Alright, screw going to work. [She throws her briefcase into a nearby tree.

Mokou doesn't know the large, bearded man either. But he was making booze on his front lawn and he wasn't a drone. That added up to base points.]

[richtighammer]

[Thor laughs - the more the merrier, after all!]

Drink! The mead wants time yet, but there's beer enough, if you can stomach it!

[myougi]

[ he is torn between "coolest not!dad ever" and "oh my god what are you doing. ]

... Is this a party or something? I could've made dessert.

[richtighammer]

[COME AND PARTAKE OF THE ATMOSPHERE, NOT!SON. Hey, maybe your not!mother won't ask you to mow the lawn if there's a huge charred patch in the middle of it.]

We're brewing mead, boy! What could be sweeter?

[myougi]

Um... I'm fourteen, did you know that?

[richtighammer]

[...Thor is not sure why this is relevant to the conversation at hand.]

And you won't have grown old by the time this is finished! [He gives it another experimental whiff.] There's nothing but beer until it's done, but it's better than nothing. Drink with us!

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup, having been told he had to come by not only Thor but (probably) Loki as well, has come. It's actually kind of nice to see some proper mead brewing, it smells...

...it smells like home.

He's standing around a bit awkwardly with a small sad smile on his face. It smells like home.]

[richtighammer]

[Thor leaves off skimming the foam from the top of the mixture long enough to give Hiccup an encouraging MANLY SHOULDERCLAP.]

Come, boy! A long face will sour the mead!

MIND IF I THREADJACK?

[putmeinstitches]

[Loki's hopped down from the tree he was perched in and approaches, a friendly grin on his face.]

That's right! This is just a taste of what's to come. Take a good whiff of that cauldron -- that'll put a real smile on your face, or nothing will.

OH GOD NOT AT ALL THIS WILL BE BEAUTIFUL

[worstvikingever]

[Oh gods... literally. This is so crazy.]

I was just... it was just reminding me a lot of home, that's all.

[dearmungandr]

[Loki probably made him come. And it's not like he has anything better to do, so he's here. Jormungandr is lurking off to the side all linefaisy and generally a bit of a mood killer.]

[richtighammer]

[Of course Loki had to invite him. He couldn't just let it be a nice, monster-free party. No, he had to bring the serpent. Or, well, this awkward man-shape that is trying and failing to pass for Thor's mightiest enemy.

But it's difficult to be truly angry when the heady scent of honey is in the air, and Thor's taunting is more cursory than anything when he calls across the lawn:]

Did you come just to watch, serpent? Or were you thinking of taking a swim? [He grins and gives the boiling pot a mockingly inviting stir.]

[dearmungandr]

[Jormungandr's attention immediately snaps to Thor when he calls. After a moment's thought, he walks over to the fire and looks into the pot and then at Thor. The barest hint of a smirk twitches at the corner of his mouth.]

Could.

[richtighammer]

And leave the mead stinking of fish? I think not!

[autocrossbowplz]

[It's the weekend, which means Edgar's not expected to be in the garage. Kefka... seems to be gone (or at least droned) for good, for the time being. And the drone that claims to be his wife is just unsettling. As such, Edgar's out for a walk.

... what the heck is going on here? Edgar observes from the sidelines.]

[richtighammer]

[SORRY, EDGAR, BUT THERE ARE NO SIDELINES AT A NORSEPARTY.

Thor points the broomstick with which he's stirring over the heads of the growing crowd.] You!

[autocrossbowplz]

[Uh-oh, he's been spotted. Still, Edgar's not about to turn and run just yet. Panicking will get him nowhere.]

... yes?

[richtighammer]

[Thor's face breaks into a grin.]

Will you hang there all day, or will you drink? I did not bring the beer to be stared at!