Mixed Blessings | Closed RP

freyroftheharvest:

balderoncebrave:

"Well, she has said she likes the idea of fish … and cold-fins," Balder amended, "but the idea of … well, taking the shellfish apart," he hedged, "the shrimp and lobster and crab … she doesn’t care for that. If it is prepared for her … I think she ought to be all right."

He finished off his second glass of the wine and waited until Freyr had poured his before extending his glass toward the bottle. “And you needn’t go to the trouble,” he shook his head. “I think it … it really should be something I do on my own … something I earn on my own,” he explained.

"But … thank you," he gave the smaller man a look of genuine grattitude. "And when the time comes I would … I would like to hear your opinion on whatever place I end up finding for us—very much."

"If you want my opinion on the property then of course I will give it," he agreed congenially, tipping the bottle toward Balder’s glass once more. Freyr shook his head, looking troubled.

"Doesn’t like breaking the shells open…" he shook his head again, "that’s when they’re the best," Freyr complained a little. "And besides, they’re more delicious right out of the shell, and your hands have to be used to open them up so it would be dirty if someone else did it," his tongue had grown a little looser with drink, though he still kept his wits about him.

"If not the property, then what? I won’t hear ‘nothing’ as your answer. We have to give you both a wedding gift."

"I could open them up for her, Ya—Freyr," Balder paused to correct himself over his wine. "I’d wash my hands well enough for it."

"And it’s not for a while yet," he assured his former foster-father. "I don’t … I am not sure what else we might need. I imagine Lord Gevar will be insistent on funding most matters," he considered over his next sip of wine. "That was what he seemed to insinuate, in any case."

"But if … you know if you could just both be there," he glanced down to the water again, "that would be enough for me. I’ll … I’ll think of something else, but … that—that would mean the most."

Mixed Blessings | Closed RP

freyroftheharvest:

balderoncebrave:

"It would depend on how much I am allotted," Balder thought on it some. "But I would think somewhere … by the sea," he looked across the waves that spread out before them from the dock, "or at least nearby—close enough to smell it."

He furrowed his brow a little. “Not too far out, though,” he considered. “Close enough to the city to be at the ready in case I am called in—and to stay near my friends,” he added.

"That would probably be expensive," he thumbed an arc over the side of his glass. "I mean, I wouldn’t require anything all that large, so perhaps it could be managed, but … I suppose I’d have to ask Nanna what she might prefer."

"She is used to living on a larger estate—even the residence in the city is rather … expansive, and neither of them is anywhere near the ocean. She has already indicated she … may not care all that much for shellfish," he hedged. "At least not fresh. I do not know if that would influence her opinion on the location, though."

"Doesn’t like seafood?" he was almost appalled by the idea. "How can anyone not like fresh seafood? It’s no good any other way!" He finished his large helping of wine.

"And well…" Freyr poured some more wine into his own cup, cheeks warming more and more as he continued to partake, "I could always…help you with that," he suggested. "It could be our wedding gift to you, Gerdr and mine."

"Well, she has said she likes the idea of fish … and cold-fins," Balder amended, "but the idea of … well, taking the shellfish apart," he hedged, "the shrimp and lobster and crab … she doesn’t care for that. If it is prepared for her … I think she ought to be all right."

He finished off his second glass of the wine and waited until Freyr had poured his before extending his glass toward the bottle. “And you needn’t go to the trouble,” he shook his head. “I think it … it really should be something I do on my own … something I earn on my own,” he explained.

"But … thank you," he gave the smaller man a look of genuine grattitude. "And when the time comes I would … I would like to hear your opinion on whatever place I end up finding for us—very much."

A Hunting We Shall Go | Closed RP

shieldofasgard:

firstsonofasgard:

goddessnanna:

balderoncebrave:

Balder choked a little on his drink at Thor’s proposition before casting an uncharacteristically cold stare in the Prince’s direction. Sif shut down his offer quite easily, however, and he found himself relaxing back into the conversation.

"If it is such a grave issue, I do not mind being the one to give up my tent," he suggested. "The night is warm enough for a bedroll outside anyway," he shrugged. "And if we’ve eliminated the possibility of foul play involved, I am certain it was merely an oversight."

He knew for a fact he had remembered his own tent, and he lowered a hand to Nanna’s in reassurance. “Nothing to be overly concerned about.”

Nanna opened her mouth to suggest that they share a tent but closed it again quickly as the words refused to come out. As innocent as such a request might seem it could easily be taken some other way and Nanna knew Sif would likely glare daggers at her for voicing such an option; especially after Thor’s most recent comment.

"You do not need to sleep out here." She said instead, squeezing his hand. "In truth I was probably the one who forgot a tent. I do not mind the thought of sleeping beneath the stars." 

Nanna smiled at Balder. “Besides. You should not have to take the fall for a mistake that you have not made, kind though you are to offer.” 

"Well, let’s not all discard the tents we have entirely," Thor sighed at Balder’s attempt at gallantry and Nanna’s demureness that seemed to prevent her from the obvious solution to the dilemma. "I see no reason why someone can’t share."

Having given up on Sif, he tossed an encouraging expression to Balder, casting his glance between him and his fiancee.

"And if anything my brother has taken his tricks from the worst of both our parents," he huffed. "He never listens to me. Why should he be learning anything from me either?"

Sif huffed back at Thor, leaning into Balder’s shoulder with her own out of habit, scowling at Thor a moment. “Just because he doesn’t listen to you does not mean he hasn’t learned anything from you.”

Her scowl turned to half of a smile and she nudged Thor with a toe. “You are just as much a combination of your parents’ faults, I’m certain.”

"I wouldn’t dream of having you sleep outside, Nanna," Balder stressed. "I am used to it from missions. It wouldn’t be any trouble for me."

Thor made some comments again about sharing, and Balder felt some heat rise over the tops of his cheeks. “Yes, well, I suppose it’s … if the sizing were different, perhaps, but as it is, I … I think we can compromise, and I ought to sleep outside the tent Nanna has. That would be like sharing, but without the crowding, wouldn’t it?” he suggested, finishing off his comment by burying half his face in his drink.

The contents went down quickly, and the cup had been emptied before he set it down again.

"Now then," Balder coughed a little. "How are we setting about our hunting competition tomorrow?"

Mixed Blessings | Closed RP

freyroftheharvest:

balderoncebrave:

"Different," Balder reiterated dully. "I suppose so," he agreed, tipping up his glass once more.

"We’ve agreed it ought to be after some time—perhaps after I risen in rank among the Einherjar … enough, I think, to warrant property to my name," he answered. "Nanna has said it isn’t necessary, what with her estate and all, but I … feel I ought to be able to offer something … something of my own," he exhaled long. "If not a name, then something."

He wanted to say that he’d give him his name, but Freyr couldn’t make the words parse his lips. He didn’t deserve to ask Balder to take his name after all this time. He’d done nothing for him as a father after he’d left him with Bragi and Idunn.

A pang of regret settled over his chest, and he buried his expression in his wine. “Then you have a while…to get to know whether you could truly love her, even if you’ve never had love before now.”

"That is a good thing, yes? And…have you any ideas of where you’d like to buy property, when the time comes?"

"It would depend on how much I am allotted," Balder thought on it some. "But I would think somewhere … by the sea," he looked across the waves that spread out before them from the dock, "or at least nearby—close enough to smell it."

He furrowed his brow a little. “Not too far out, though,” he considered. “Close enough to the city to be at the ready in case I am called in—and to stay near my friends,” he added.

"That would probably be expensive," he thumbed an arc over the side of his glass. "I mean, I wouldn’t require anything all that large, so perhaps it could be managed, but … I suppose I’d have to ask Nanna what she might prefer."

"She is used to living on a larger estate—even the residence in the city is rather … expansive, and neither of them is anywhere near the ocean. She has already indicated she … may not care all that much for shellfish," he hedged. "At least not fresh. I do not know if that would influence her opinion on the location, though."

Mixed Blessings | Closed RP

freyroftheharvest:

balderoncebrave:

"Well, I … I cannot say that I would be very good at finding myself happiness in a love match," Balder’s ears tinged a little pink. "I cannot even rightly say … that I have ever been in love."

"I mean … at least—" he qualified, unsure of how to explain himself, "—I would say that I … certainly I feel with Nanna that we share a … a fondness, and that I … I have before at times perhaps … felt something similar, it … it’s never quite exactly how it has been explained to me by other people … and it is not at all like the songs and ballads …"

He took another sip of his wine, closing his eyes and breathing a moment. “Maybe I am just …” he searched for the term, “… missing something … or—or broken in some way.”

"I think an arrangement is better," he concluded. "in that respect."

"You are not missing anything, nor are you broken," Freyr’s brow furrowed deeply at Balder’s words, "you are merely different from some others, and no one can fault you for that." Freyr sighed heavily.

"Perhaps it is best, yes," Freyr considered, "but I do urge you to consider the other choice as well. I assume your engagement is going to be longer than a few months?"

"Different," Balder reiterated dully. "I suppose so," he agreed, tipping up his glass once more.

"We’ve agreed it ought to be after some time—perhaps after I risen in rank among the Einherjar … enough, I think, to warrant property to my name," he answered. "Nanna has said it isn’t necessary, what with her estate and all, but I … feel I ought to be able to offer something … something of my own," he exhaled long. "If not a name, then something."

Mixed Blessings | Closed RP

freyroftheharvest:

balderoncebrave:

"By fate you mean the war," Balder assessed. "The war interrupted those plans?"

"How strange," he considered a moment, swirling his wine in his hand and watching the angle of it, "to think I can thank a war for granting me a home with you. Else, you might have never left Vanaheim at all." He considered the might-have-beens and must-have-beens, wondering at it.

"And I think Sif might take it as a compliment to be compared to the Mistress of Valhalla," he smiled. "Though … did she not marry as well? Before she departed Asgard?"

"She did…" Freyr’s expression fell all together at that, remembering the time of her departure keenly. "She married Prince Ve, who perished in Muspelheim along with Prince Vili…" Freyr sighed heavily.

"But that was not an arranged marriage. It was a love match." Freyr smiled mildly at his foster son, "And I think that is more what the Lady Sif would prefer as well, if she can have her own way." He inclined his head in thought.

"It is likely what she wants for you, too…thinking that a love match would bring you greater happiness, don’t you think?"

"Well, I … I cannot say that I would be very good at finding myself happiness in a love match," Balder’s ears tinged a little pink. "I cannot even rightly say … that I have ever been in love."

"I mean … at least—" he qualified, unsure of how to explain himself, "—I would say that I … certainly I feel with Nanna that we share a … a fondness, and that I … I have before at times perhaps … felt something similar, it … it’s never quite exactly how it has been explained to me by other people … and it is not at all like the songs and ballads …"

He took another sip of his wine, closing his eyes and breathing a moment. “Maybe I am just …” he searched for the term, “… missing something … or—or broken in some way.”

"I think an arrangement is better," he concluded. "in that respect."

A Hunting We Shall Go | Closed RP

shieldofasgard:

firstsonofasgard:

goddessnanna:

balderoncebrave:

Balder took up his drink quickly after setting the meat aright, almost spilling out over the top with the movement. He caught it quickly and raised it to his mouth to siphon off the top layer in hope of avoiding any mishaps.

"Mn," his eyes widened a little. The ginger drink was slightly sharper than he remembered. "Where was this one brewed?" he questioned the kick to it, but no more.

He stepped around the fire to take a seat beside Sif, patting the space to his other side for Nanna—a fuller patch of grass that promised to be soft.

"A trick?" he asked of Sif before furrowing his brow at Thor. "Are you the one to thank for one fewer tent among us?"

Nanna peered at her drink as Sif spoke of tricks from Thor, her gaze upon him as she wandered over to settle upon the space Balder had indicated for her. The drink, upon its first tentative sip, tasted fine and the Aesir sent a smile over to Thor as she wondered if he might be up to anything. 

Yet the talk of tents had her blinking and looking around, suddenly realising that they were one shelter sort. “Are we really down a tent? Is it not with the other bags?”

She was sure they had checked and for some reason she could not help but feel that maybe it was her pack that had been lighter as they rode toward the camp. 

Thor took a sip of his drink before looking particularly offended at Sif’s insinuations. “A trick from me?” he placed a hand over his chest in mock-indignity. “I would never.”

"And I can assure you, I brought the tent I was responsible for," he leaned forward over the knees of his crossed legs. "But if it is your tent that is missing,” he gave Sif a sly look, “I can be persuaded to be accommodating—once the comparisons to my brother cease.”

Sif’s eyes narrowed further, and she worked her jaw a moment, trying to decide how to respond appropriately. She thought to reveal his secret to Balder, but that didn’t seem quite the appropriate revenge.

Sif tapped her fingers on the outside of her cup, thoughtful. “I think we have already established that I am not one of the ones who forgot my tent.” She took another drink.

"Besides, your brother had to learn it from somewhere," she teased, eyes flashing with mischievousness of her own.

Balder choked a little on his drink at Thor’s proposition before casting an uncharacteristically cold stare in the Prince’s direction. Sif shut down his offer quite easily, however, and he found himself relaxing back into the conversation.

"If it is such a grave issue, I do not mind being the one to give up my tent," he suggested. "The night is warm enough for a bedroll outside anyway," he shrugged. "And if we’ve eliminated the possibility of foul play involved, I am certain it was merely an oversight."

He knew for a fact he had remembered his own tent, and he lowered a hand to Nanna’s in reassurance. “Nothing to be overly concerned about.”

A Hunting We Shall Go | Closed RP

shieldofasgard:

firstsonofasgard:

goddessnanna:

balderoncebrave:

"Back!" Balder reported from a short distance away in the dark as he and Nanna came up the meadow to meet their companions at the fire. One arm swung full of waterskins while the other linked with his fiancee’s, hand entwined with hers until they reached the edge of the firelight.

"Did we miss anything?" he asked, dropping off the sacks to rest beside one of the stumps that surrounded the firepit area. He glanced at the venison over the flame and paused to turn the stake once, angling the other side to take the heat and give it an even cook.

"Ah," he glanced down at their hands seeing the cups there. "So you have started on something else besides the water we went to fetch. What is it?"

Nanna had to smile at Balder’s announcement of their return, her hand warm in his as they emerged into the firelight. She set her waterskins down and looked at the venison as it cooked above the fire. The scent of roast meat mingled with the smell of pine and firewood. It was a beautiful evening to be camping and the Aesir found herself happy. 

Nanna sat upon one of the stumps, gaze moving to where the horses were, checking to see that they were okay were before turning back upon the drinks. “It looks like mead?” She questioned vaguely. “That would go really nicely with dinner.”

"Ginger mead," Thor grinned broadly before reaching to offer a cup to Nanna first. The second he left with a watchful eye, careful not to jostle it as it was slightly fuller than the other.

"Come and sit," he offered. "Sif and I were just speaking of our sleeping arrangements tonight, given the number of tents."

He left the plain ginger drink in Nanna’s hand before indicating the second for Balder.

As he raised his cup to his lips his glance fell on Sif, wondering if she would betray him.

She narrowed her eyes at Thor in turn, half wanting to stop him, half thinking it would be rather funny for Balder to get drunk. Thor might think he was ‘helping Nanna’ by getting Balder so smashed he could barely see straight, but Sif knew well enough that if he got too drunk he would merely fall to sleep.

Just as well, however. She’d no interest in listening to that while camping.

She raised her cup to her own lips, looking away from Thor a moment. “You ought to be careful, Lady Nanna,” she finally stated after she’d swallowed, “Thor’s brother may be called the Trickster, but Thor has a rather mischievous streak also. You never know when he might pull a trick on you.”

She smirked at the girl.

Balder took up his drink quickly after setting the meat aright, almost spilling out over the top with the movement. He caught it quickly and raised it to his mouth to siphon off the top layer in hope of avoiding any mishaps.

"Mn," his eyes widened a little. The ginger drink was slightly sharper than he remembered. "Where was this one brewed?" he questioned the kick to it, but no more.

He stepped around the fire to take a seat beside Sif, patting the space to his other side for Nanna—a fuller patch of grass that promised to be soft.

"A trick?" he asked of Sif before furrowing his brow at Thor. "Are you the one to thank for one fewer tent among us?"

marvelentertainment:

MARVEL PANEL OF THE DAY
From: Journey Into Mystery (1952) #111
Well, we’re sure he’s not trying to trick you or anything, Thor.
(Source: marvel.com)

marvelentertainment:

MARVEL PANEL OF THE DAY

From: Journey Into Mystery (1952) #111

Well, we’re sure he’s not trying to trick you or anything, Thor.

(Source: marvel.com)

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