Drink Wtih Me -(some time after Loki's binding) - [tag: Thor]
Ninkasi didn't sit still well. Her homeland was wonderful and she adored it, but she needed more than that. She also loved Kemet -she had friends there that were as dear as family that she had known since what felt like the dawn of time. Greece was also nice... Rome had its own appeal, but those were mostly the same sorts of people -and they were the same gods, with just a slightly different spin on things. Still... she had been itching for something new...
The Northern lands had been a pleasant surprise for her. Sure, the language had a bit of a challenge at first and a little rough to wrap her tongue around, but the people were a fun lot. There were no bizarre rules about women having to stay in the house and only the house. No forced domestication or criminalization of women who didn't want to succumb to such things. In fact, Ninkasi was finding a number of free-thinking women who joked and pressed right along with the men. It was rather refreshing.
Also, they loved their drink. It wasn't as good as hers, of course, and it was a bit on the sweet side but it was still good and they drank it by the barrel. Which was definitely something to appreciate.
She was having quite a bit of fun with some of the locals in some far Northern area, in a town she wasn't able to pronounce the name of, and had was staying for a few days. She actually managed to secure herself a private bed by betting against the tavern's owner's son that she could out-drink him and that saying if she won she got his bed for her stay and in exchange she'd offer some of her expertise. He and his father thought it was a joke... until the boy woke up under the table the next morning with the worst hangover he could have imagined.
A week later, Ninkasi had become somewhat of a local legend... the talk of the town, and she loved it. Everyone was friendly, she enjoyed every moment of the crude humor, the comments on her skin color or her mispronunciations or her dress -which was mostly ill suited for the decreasing temperatures. The cooling was something that was forcing her to choose tables closer to the fire each night.
“Where are you from?” One of the men asked from nearby. He'd been curiously watching her drink since she arrived days prior.
Ninkasi just smiled. “Uruk,” she said. “Sumeria. It's a desert land. Very hot and far, far away.”