#asbjorn

[rakimaiirisa]

[jorrvaskrmoons]

Randoms

[lehoeing]

Jorund threatening Asbjorn

Leo Gregory as Jorund in Northmen: A Viking Saga (2014)

[nochoirliketheirsong]

Song #12

One of those songs where I have zero memory of how it ended up on my playlist, so it probably was Discover Weekly. I know for some people DW has been absolutely atrocious recently, but for me it's generally okay. Not always a hit, but also not filled with music really opposite my taste

[whencyclopedia]

Alcohol was central to Norse culture, with people favoring ale over water since brewing involved boiling, making it safer to drink. The Norse had four main fermented drinks: ale, mead, fruit wine, and syra (fermented milk). Initially brewed and served by women at home, brewing later became a commercial and religious activity as men and monks got involved. Fruit wines were made from local fruits, while imported grape wine was rare and expensive. Odin, king of the gods and god of alcohol, drank wine, but mead was considered the drink of the gods, symbolizing poetry and scholarship.

Brewing involved boiling a mixture of water with honey and yeast for mead, malted barley for ale, or fruit for wine, then fermenting it under fruit trees to catch wild yeast. The drinks were sour due to open-air fermentation and unsealed storage. Syra, made from curdled milk, was highly acidic and regarded as a lower-class drink. Everyone drank ale daily, as alcohol was seen as a divine gift and essential to social rituals like treaties, marriages, and funerals.

Women played a vital role as brewers and servers, especially at sumbls—formal drinking parties hosted by chieftains in mead halls. These gatherings reinforced social bonds and status, with the chieftain's lady serving the first drinks to the highest-ranking guests. The first toasts were to gods such as Odin, Thor, and Freyr, and drinking was accompanied by storytelling and oath-swearing on the bragarfull cup, binding promises made under the influence.

Mead halls symbolized power and prestige, and sumbls included gift-giving and feasting. Other occasions for alcohol included weddings and funerals, where ale helped ease disputes over inheritance, although not always successfully. Business deals and treaties were sealed with multiple drinks, symbolizing mutual respect and trust.

Mead holds a special place in Norse mythology, particularly the tale of the Mead of Poetry. After a war between gods, a wise being named Kvasir was formed from their spittle. Two dwarves killed him, mixing his blood with honey to create a magical mead granting poetic and scholarly gifts. Odin eventually stole this mead from the giant Suttung by seducing his daughter Gunnlod, escaping as an eagle pursued by Suttung. Odin spilled some mead, which became the source of bad poets, while the rest was shared with the gods and great poets.

Despite attempts by Christian kings like Olaf and Eric Magnusson to restrict brewing and drinking, alcohol remained integral in Norse life. Monks were allowed to brew for religious purposes, blending the tradition of alcohol with Christian rituals. Throughout all these changes, the cultural importance of ale, mead, and wine endured in Scandinavia, symbolizing honor, hospitality, creativity, and community.

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[sombersolanaceae]

I love how often Bethesda NPCs will say something that makes absolutely no sense. I just got married to Balimund in Skyrim and as I was leaving the temple one of the wedding guests, who had literally watched the priest marry us like five seconds earlier, asked me "Do you know Balimund?"

[strangerconnection]

bear from midsommar walks in and lights a cigarette. actually ive just been dancing with dani but oh well

[mirielsart]

POV: You are fifteen years into your reign. You have finally succeeded in manipulating your best and last friend into betraying you to your worst enemy, so that his life is spared when you face your unavoidable downfall. Everything is going according to your carefully laid plans. His betrayal hurts much more than you anticipated.

[astronnut]

I love men

[rakimaiirisa]

Pics of my boys <3

[jorrvaskrmoons]

I'm going to work on einars mod today and see if I can get him to shift into his werewolf form with his own prompt instead of using the mod i have. Got some good tips from a discord I'm apart of. Scripts were giving me trouble last night so I went to bed but I'm going to give it another go today. Wish me luck😅

[hircines-hunter]

Sivaas chapter 7 (AO3 link)

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Fic rating: M

Fic relationships: Brynjolf x Estinan (Bosmer Werewolf (F), side relationship with Mallus and Asbjorn (maybe more?)

Chapter title: Imitation Amnesty

Chapter description: Estinan finally gets a job in Whiterun. She helps the Battle-Borns. Steals from others. And finally meets with an old pack member.

Chapter excerpt:

“And here is your cut.” Tonilia handed Estinan a small pouch of septims.

Estinan’s eyebrows knitted together. “Toni….” She dumped out the coins onto the table and counted them. She knew it was short for what she gave Tonilia. “That statue is worth twice this! There’s not a lot of Auri-el things in Skyrim. I know there’s someone in this gods-forsaken country that would buy that.” She whined.

Tonilia held her hands up while shaking her head. “Look, Esti…. You’re bringing in too much. You’re taking too many jobs. I haven’t set up connections completely with Niranye yet. And even with Mallus….” Tonilia looked over the items. She handed the Bosmer back a few items and gems. “Hold onto those for a bit longer. I’ll contact someone and see if I can make a deal.” The Redguard sighed. “If the rest of the Guild could bring this all in….” Another sigh. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t have enough. So take that back and come to me another day. Now, leave me be before I tell Dirge to throw you into the lake.”

“Aye.” Estinan gathered the unsold items and walked back to her bed through the secret entrance. She sighed heavily.

[vikings-til-valhalla]

So for my LARP character, I'm working on his backstory. He's a Dwarf named Asbjorn which does mean "godly bear", but in modern Swedish the prefix "as" is more used for like "cool" or "awesome" and the likes.

So basically Asbjorn has 2 dads who adopted him.

The names of his dads???

Bjorn and Torbjorn.

Literally "bear" and "bear of Thor" have "cool bear".

They're an interesting family for sure. Bjorn is a cook for the village, Torbjorn is the blacksmith, and Asbjorn wants to become strong enough to defend his village and also needs to learn some crafting while away. His dad required it.

And thing is, Asbjorn is abysmally poor. His dads, I imagine, were the same when they were his age, and together they committed petty thefts to get food to cook and materials to craft.

Thus came their family motto:

Be gay, do crime.

Asbjorn avoids the crime part. He doesn't like crime at all. But he takes the phrase as more a way to survive.

[maple-seed]

Thrown - Chapter 43: A Perfect Fit

Summary: You and Loki discuss the upcoming ball.

Word Count: 1,251

Author's Notes: I was hoping to keep the once-a-week schedule up at least through November, but the days have gotten darker more quickly than I expected. May be switching to every-other-week. Will decide in the next several days.

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"This neckline, I believe, would most suit you, my lady." Elof held up the bodice of a dress as an example. You nodded. "I'll trust your judgement on that." "Excellent. Now, if you please?" The tailor gestured to a riser near a set of mirrors. You gingerly stepped up and he bustled about, taking measurements with his tape and writing on a pad.

Loki stood nearby, leaning against a table and watching you intently. The preparations for the Midsummer ball were moving along on schedule. This meant Elof certainly had all the work he needed, but he had been adamant that you were not to wear a dress made by anyone else. Then, when he found out you would be attending on Loki's arm he insisted on a fitting immediately. A grander dress was called for, was the reason given. You had tried to protest but he wouldn't hear it. It was a scenario Loki had seen play out a few times now with Æsir who were determined to repay your kindness. You were often reluctant to receive any boon, but you were met with the same dogged generosity that you had surely shown them. A smile turned up his lips as he watched you now. Your expression was somewhat awkward as Elof circled you and made notes on each of your dimensions. Loki's mind was already swimming in the image of you in an Asgardian gown. He couldn't wait to see it.

"So, my dear, what were you thinking for the color?" Elof looked up from the pad, his eyes cutting to Loki. "I was thinking red?" You kept your expression perfectly level, but Loki knew better. "Maybe a nice crimson?" Loki set his jaw and narrowed his eyes. "Never entangle yourself with a mortal woman, Elof." He warned as he pushed off the table. He kept his glare fixed on you as he approached. "She will try your patience at every turn." You were doing your best to rein in your smirk as you looked down at him from the riser. Elof chuckled while he scribbled something on his pad. "I would expect nothing less from your match, sire." Your eyebrows rose in victory. Loki took your hand and considered it for a moment before placing a kiss to it and meeting your eyes again. "I suppose you're right." Elof waved toward another room. "I have some very lovely green fabrics in my inventory, if you would like to come take a look." "I guess that will do." You sighed dramatically as Loki helped you step down.

**

Upon leaving the tailor's shop you immediately took Loki's arm and leaned into him as the two of you walked down the street. This garnered a few stray glances. Contrary to what Thor might have led him to believe, the shared feelings between the two of you had not been known by the entire population. Though the gossip seemed to be spreading quickly and he had yet to meet someone who seemed surprised at the revelation.

"Tell me again what I can expect at this ball." You squeezed his arm as you walked. "Food and dancing. Wreaths of flowers. Outside there will be bonfires. Plenty to drink. For the Æsir, even. I hear that Asbjorn and his sons are building up enough stock of their Asgardian spirits to drown half the town." He looked down at you. "The food and drink will be the main draw. And the dancing." You bit your lip. "I'm a little worried about the dancing." Loki waved away your concern. "Nonsense. You're a beautiful dancer." You looked up at him skeptically. "That's not what you told me before." "Well, you dance beautifully when I'm leading you." To illustrate his point he stopped, took your hand, and spun you away before drawing you back to him. "And I will be leading you." You laughed as you regained your footing. "And what if someone else asks me to dance?" "You are welcome to make a fool of yourself with another partner." Your laugh was light and you tucked yourself against him again.

He took you on a leisurely stroll through New Asgard. Tonight's dinner was to be held at his home, so there was no need for any hurry. The weather was fair, spring was bringing gradually warmer weather each day. The two of you meandered down the streets until you reached the building site of the hall and found Thor at work managing the efforts there. After some coaxing --and a stern look from you-- he was eventually convinced to take his leave and join Loki for their evening walk.

Thor turned to you. "I understand you were making your own Midsummer plans today?" An uncertain nod from you. "Yeah. Elof just won't take no for an answer. I'm still convinced I'll be completely out of place at a ball, but at least I'll be dressed for the party." Loki was about to object when Thor did it for him. "Ridiculous! You would never be out of place. You belong at the ball. It is your place." He opened his arms to gesture to the town before him. "Just as this is our place. Our new home, where we didn't belong but now we do." He clapped you on the back. "That's precisely what we are celebrating." "Okay, okay." You put your hands up in surrender. "You don't have to weaponize the unity of our people." Loki smirked and gave his brother an approving nod when you weren't looking.

"Elof asked me what color dress I wanted." You glanced up at Thor. "I told him I'd like red." Thor's eyes immediately lit with a teasing mischief. "Ah. A superior color, to be sure." Loki glowered. "I thought so too," you continued with a wry smile, "but he seemed to think I should go with green instead." "I think I can explain. You likely don't know this, but red is considered to be my color." He pressed a hand to his chest dramatically. "It would give people entirely the wrong idea about the two of us." "Oh, I see." "This charade is beneath the both of you." Loki muttered. "Could you imagine?" Thor bellowed a false laugh. "A prince of Asgard, courting a lowly mortal?" You were grinning, and feigned a gasp. "The scandal!" "That is really quite enough." Loki interjected. "Well I would hate for you to lose face like that." You didn't appear to hear Loki at all. "I'm glad Elof set me straight." "I will have to thank him for saving the crown from such shame." Thor nodded. "It would be no trouble at all for me to drop the both of you in the harbor." Loki scowled. You and Thor subsided, but not before indulging in a laugh at Loki's irritation.

The walk ended at the brothers' house, where Valkyrie was already waiting with dinner from a restaurant in town. The four of you sat down to share a meal and it occurred to Loki what a strange party this was: the rightful king of Asgard, his brother from another universe, a warrior lost and returned, and a human who had simply decided it was her business to help. Still, somehow, nothing could have felt more natural.

When the night drew to a close you bid goodbye to Thor and the Valkyrie. Loki walked with you to your home. You reached down to lace your fingers with his. Even your hands fit together perfectly.

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[alrikhart]

@prcspero & @alessiathepath (???) location: ship's prow notes: idk dany but she better be there, Alessia first, and then Prospero after he responds to his next prompt <3

Alrik’s could feel how his hands trembled as he approached the crucifix, every breath sharp with iron and incense. The scent of blood - old, dried, and fresh - clung to the ship's walls like a curse. The dreadnought was in an uproar, a battle raging from one end of the vessel to the other, from the Captain's quarters to the holdings below but Alrik could only help those in front of him. Above him, Prospero hung in unnatural stillness, his limbs spread wide, nailed through flesh and bone. His head drooped forward, curls matted to what remained of his charred brow with sweat and blood, the once-charismatic man now ruined and silent.

He'd been made to see it firsthand, what Prospero had done had resulted in so much despair... But this had to be worse. Whatever the lies, whatever the betrayal, he'd seen Prospero's heart firsthand and felt its weight when the man who'd been just as much a father to him over the last year as Asbjorn had been.

Alrik stepped closer, bootfalls softened by the ash that settled below. There was no breath, no heartbeat, no sign of life; that enough was enough to make Alrik's features fold, but it didn't stop him. "Help me get him down," Alrik cleared his throat as he looked at the metal spikes driven deep and the ropes burned into flesh.

“We're here,” Alrik whispered, as though speaking louder might break what remained. “We've got you-" Something in the witch quivered, his throat bristling and breath wavering, "we won't leave you like this." Alrik braced himself, fingers wrapping around the cold shaft of a nail, and with a grunt, he began to work it free.

"Odin," Alrik's voice was raw, whether it was tears or the budding rain that struck his face, he wasn't cognisant to say. "One-Eye, Lord of Secrets... He who hung upon the Tree for knowledge - spare my father your Golden Hall. A warrior, more worthy than any I've met: give him back to me, bring him back to us."

[basic-x-witch]

More about me

responding to @hedwigoprah, they tagged me in their post.

Last Song: well I'm consistently in the 0.00001% of listeners on Spotify because I can't function if music isn't playing, or I at least have SOMETHING in the background. My current musical obsession would definitely be Epic the Musical though.

Favorite Color: Green! it's a beautiful color, and I love all its shades but I think I lean a bit more in the direction of dark sage and emerald (it's my birthstone)

Last Book: I fear if we are not counting fanfic then it's been an embarrassigly long time since I've read a book, but I think it was Bram Stoker's Dracula.

Last Movie: coincidentally it is also Pride and Prejudice (2005), it is one of my girlfriend's favorite movies and we watched it together last week.

Last Game: Sims 4, I've been messing around with the newest pack.

Last Show: The Mole, my girlfriend introduced me to it. it's a survivor type show, and the contestants have to try and figure out which one of them is the mole.

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: all of the above. I love food, but if I must choose I'd say Spicy because I am addicted to hot cheetos.

Relationship: I'm actually Poly. So I am lucky enough to have two amazing partners <3. My husband Asbjorn, and my girlfriend @pocketcrows . I love them both dearly, and am truthfully undeserving of either of them.

Last Internet Search: "dragon age elvish dictionary" I needed it for my fanfiction.

This was fun!