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Ragnar is a (raider) wrote in doors,
@ 2013-11-27 00:34:00

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belle, frigga, loki, ragnar lothbrok

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[At first, the words appear in younger Futhark before they settle into a very rigid English. After watching for several hours as the words appear on the tablet:]

A gift? Who would give such a thing?

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	atrophy 2013-11-27 09:11 am UTC (link)
	It comes from an [...] inn. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	raider 2013-11-27 10:20 am UTC (link)
	[The same thing happens, the runes moving from what he writes to English.] The Hall of doors? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	atrophy 2013-11-30 10:25 pm UTC (link)
	Yes, sir. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	raider 2013-12-01 08:23 am UTC (link)
	And what do you know of this Hall? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	atrophy 2013-12-04 11:17 pm UTC (link)
	What do you mean? (Reply to this) (Parent)

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allmother
2013-11-27 08:23 pm UTC (link)

[She wasn't going to write in the tablet, at least not to anyone other than her sons. Perhaps other Asgardians, should they appear. But the runes catch her eye, a thing from longer ago than most Midgardians can recall. So in her own hand - written with a delicate touch instead of a standard text appearing - in runes that do not translate themselves to English:]

Be cautious before you determine that it is truly a gift.

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	Re: [Anonymously] raider 2013-11-27 10:17 pm UTC (link)
	[His also do not change.] Speaking with those so far away? If it is not a gift, what is it? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Anonymously] allmother 2013-11-27 10:19 pm UTC (link)
	But with whom do you speak? It is a thing to not overlook. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Anonymously] raider 2013-11-27 10:38 pm UTC (link)
	[He considers.] We are not speaking, we are writing. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Anonymously] allmother 2013-11-27 11:36 pm UTC (link)
	Are you so literal then? I have a son who can be much the same. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Anonymously] raider 2013-11-28 02:13 am UTC (link)
	This is not speaking. [...] who are you then? (Reply to this) (Parent)

	toberuled 2013-11-28 11:58 pm UTC (link)
	[Returned in runes. In his own book, they sear with light and fire.] Bored gods. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	raider 2013-11-29 04:33 am UTC (link)
	[The name catches his eye first. The real Loki? An imposter?] A gift from you, Lord? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	toberuled 2013-11-29 04:48 am UTC (link)
	[A pause, while Loki revels in the praise of the old order. Ah, how he misses those days.] I would take credit for this mischief, were I able. The architect deserves much praise. But tell me, stranger, where do you hail from? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	raider 2013-11-29 05:00 am UTC (link)
	Kattegut, in the lands to the North. [A pause, for if this is the real Loki, who amongst them can claim to talk to him and have him reply? He may be the Deceiver, the Trickster, but he is still a god.] Would you tell me what you know of this? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

toberuled
2013-11-29 05:26 am UTC (link)

The thrice bounded sea. I know it. I was there, many times.

[He thinks on it for a little while, then begins.] I will tell you a story. I once heard the tale of a fisherman, bow-armed and iron-headed, who lived on the shores of a great sea. He lived in the humble house of his parents, who died many years before, with only his wife and children. The house was further from the sea than any good man would wish. He had been warned since childhood what came of a fisherman who lived inland and did not respect the seas by building his home beside them, but the house was large and comfortable and he grew to like it too much to live in at the shore.

Every day, the fisherman would walk to the sea with his nets, strike off in his boat, and would catch enough fish to feed his small brood. Every day, he would walk five miles there and five back again, dragging his haul on the ground behind.

One day, the fisherman went out, bidding his children and his wife goodbye as usual, even as a storm brewed overhead. By the time the fisherman was out at sea, the waves thrashed his boat. Each time he pulled in a writhing netful, the ocean would wash them out again.

It was long after dark by the time the fisherman returned to shore, and he had only a paltry catch to show for his exhaustion. And so he walked the five miles homeward with a light net, dreading the sight of his house.

When he arrived, there was no one there. He searched, red-eyed and mad, and he could find no sign of his wife, his children, or where they had gone.

He asked the others in the village where the children had gone, where the wife, but they did not know. This was his world, but the people who were the most to him had gone. And this was his punishment for making his home too far from the sea. The sea repaid him by washing what filled his net and his heart back into the deepest cold.

[...] I don't know if the moral still stands, whether you may mark this a punishment, but you are the fisherman. You will see a world you know, but those you love are missing. They may appear later, or you may never see them again. And, well, that is not to even touch on the world outside this one, but I wouldn't want to give you too much to worry over at once.

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	raider 2013-11-29 05:47 am UTC (link)
	[As he reads, he is sure now that he speaks to Loki and not an impostor. Only a god could be so cold.] We belong to both the sea and the land, we taste salt and earth when we receive our armrings to remind us. If this is some trick of yours, Lord, I will make a sacrifice to your cunning when I find them. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	toberuled 2013-11-30 06:37 am UTC (link)
	Thus why it was a story for that village on the sea, isolated to itself as only islands can be. ~~how old glorious and old fashioned~~ How could I deny such a gift? Let us both hope I am as capable a trickster as you think me. If it is my trick, I have yet to tell myself. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	raider 2013-12-01 08:22 am UTC (link)
	~~Are you isolated?~~ There are none more cunning, Lord. Were it you, would you tell me? Or would you wait to see if I had wits enough to answer? [...] The latter, I think. (Reply to this) (Parent)