((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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But he shrugs in answer. He doesn't laugh. At anything.]
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But you want to see a smile? Very well. He smiles. It's an incredibly strange and kind of scary look, and it feels just as awkward for Jormugandr to make it. So he stops quickly and rolls his eyes and starts to walk away.]
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He doesn't stop Jormungandr from leaving - he's had his fill of this one-sided conversation. But he calls to him as he goes:]
Serpent! [He glowers at him briefly, unsure for a moment how far he intends to take his hospitality. But, in the end, the mead bubbling before him has the final say on his mood.]
...Have another beer before you go. Maybe it'll make a less dour snake of you.
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What? It's good for him to get out and about. Loki is definitely doing this for Jormungandr's own good: throwing him into a social situation to learn the ropes. Sink or swim, as it were.
He's watching you watch everyone else.]
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