Aarne "The Eagle" Järvinen (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
suomi_thunder) wrote2021-04-30 07:39 pm
suomi_thunder) wrote2021-04-30 07:39 pm
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Glada Vappen!
Aarne hadn't celebrated holidays properly in over a year which left him feeling disconnected. Giant bonfires in the streets and rampant reindeer were frowned upon in most civilized cities, unless of course the punks were involved, then that was arson not celebrations.. ok, well for the punks it was a celebration but not for a Saami.
In the Nexus though, oh here he could do whatever he wanted, or that was what he had learned in his few visits. He had been planning and cooking and collecting. The gods probably don't even know where he stirred up reindeer from in the Nexus but he has and Mouka was happy to have a job keeping them corralled. His usual rock gear is augmented with his family necklace and oddly doesn't look too out of place with rest of his wildness.
He didn't have a lot but parties always started this way. The host had some things and then people came and brought more booze and food, ordering all kinds of things. Aarne did bring Mead, alcoholic and non-alcoholic, and a a bunch of lemon tippaleipä batter. He had cooked some but this was something he could show visitors how to make on their own. The honey mead based sugar in a large bowl. Strips of dried reindeer meat and juustoleipä, a Finnish reindeer milk cheese, are out on the table too. There are fruits; strawberries, apples, and nuts which were common as well as a cream from reindeer milk traditional to the culture and nearly like unfermented yogurt.
That all done he looked to the huge pile of logs that he had gotten from various people around the Nexus. The Sami added leaves to it to create smoke at first to attract others. Before lighting it he put up a banner of hide dedicated to the Akka, the female fertility spirits, decorated with the same imagery as his traditional drum. It was sentimental, the first drum he ever learned to play.
Drum in hand he poured kerosene on the log pile and lit it. The reindeer spooked at the sudden fire but soon calmed, especially when the tall Fin went among them.
In the Nexus though, oh here he could do whatever he wanted, or that was what he had learned in his few visits. He had been planning and cooking and collecting. The gods probably don't even know where he stirred up reindeer from in the Nexus but he has and Mouka was happy to have a job keeping them corralled. His usual rock gear is augmented with his family necklace and oddly doesn't look too out of place with rest of his wildness.
He didn't have a lot but parties always started this way. The host had some things and then people came and brought more booze and food, ordering all kinds of things. Aarne did bring Mead, alcoholic and non-alcoholic, and a a bunch of lemon tippaleipä batter. He had cooked some but this was something he could show visitors how to make on their own. The honey mead based sugar in a large bowl. Strips of dried reindeer meat and juustoleipä, a Finnish reindeer milk cheese, are out on the table too. There are fruits; strawberries, apples, and nuts which were common as well as a cream from reindeer milk traditional to the culture and nearly like unfermented yogurt.
That all done he looked to the huge pile of logs that he had gotten from various people around the Nexus. The Sami added leaves to it to create smoke at first to attract others. Before lighting it he put up a banner of hide dedicated to the Akka, the female fertility spirits, decorated with the same imagery as his traditional drum. It was sentimental, the first drum he ever learned to play.
Drum in hand he poured kerosene on the log pile and lit it. The reindeer spooked at the sudden fire but soon calmed, especially when the tall Fin went among them.
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He had a bottle of mead and a glass which he was sipping from. The Dane is getting close to being a world class harpist in his own world, though he's mostly known for playing a 18 string guitar in the public eye. Despite keeping his spiritual practices quiet, this is a celebration and he sings one of the few traditional pieces he's learned while accompanying it on the harp.
Idun’s fair locks fall on his shoulder
As she adjusts the strap of his harp,
Kisses him as if it were every day, which is
Not so false. He is often away, and she tends
Hearth and garden, orchard and gate
Until he wends his way back home again.
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He loved all of it and couldn't just let Rik delve into this new land without him. There were people to prank and places to go. This evening though? This was about Aarne and his traditions, yet Rik was also involved so this made it even better. Billy thought he saw Hunter around somewhere and his younger brother clinging to him.
"So beautiful. I don't know your people's traditions, mate, but I love this."
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Rik leaned the harp forward and offered Billy his glass of Mead. He wanted to share because that was part of this time of the year. "It's not a Danish tradition only but a Viking one. Vars and I have similar beliefs but practice them differently."
Rik with is soft, withdrawn demeanor was near opposite of the crass and sociable punk. Rik's growing seriousness about his spirituality was partially due to the punk.
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Billy sidled up next to Rik, gently kissing his cheek and taking the glass of mead from his lover. Oh, this was so awesome but also so special and personal. Sipping some of the honeyed booze, Billy smiled broadly. It made a change just to be spending time like this away from some of the craziness of the other bands.
"Does this mean you'll be wearing a horned helmet and dancing naked around the fire? This I want to see."
Being a dork as always, Billy giggled and then nuzzled into that blond hair for a moment before pulling back out again.
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"No" Rik laughs and shakes his head. "If you put enough drink in Aarne he might."
The nuzzling felt good. When it is over Rik shifts to sit between Billy's legs, leaning into his chest and pulling the 1/3rd size harp down against him so he can play half sprawled out in Billy's lap. This was comfortable.
"I should start playing harp like this all the time." He rubs the back of his head against Billy's chest and then relaxes to play.
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It was well known that both Billy and Rik loved to terrorise their band mates and now the other bands too because the tour was just too good an opportunity to miss. More mayhem. As for the Viking comment, Billy was mainly teasing because he couldn't really see Rik getting naked like Aarne and Joe did in public. It was a good thing too because he might get jealous of others staring at the Dane's pale naked body.
"You should. It feels nice just having you here in my lap while you play."
That fluffy hair rubbing against the Brit's chest caused him to giggle softly as he then nuzzled his nose into it playfully. His arms coming around to wrap around Rik's chest gently.
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"I could play something for you." The Dane grinned and started playing one of Billy's guitar lines from a Hell's Angels' song on the harp. He'd heard them many times, and watched Billy play enough that he knew the notes from memory now. Rik glances around, relaxing and feeling some of the stress and exhaustion fading away.
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Because it was so cheesy but loving in many ways too since Hunter was so utterly smitten with Gilly. At least Gilly had someone to love now and wasn't such a mopey, bitchy trashmouth as he was before. The Brit's eyes lit up at the idea of Rik playing something for him on the harp.
"You're so good with your fingers, smukke."
Smiling, Billy meant it in a dirty way but also seriously because his Dane was so good on the harp. Even at the recital, Billy was staring the whole way through, not taking his eyes of Rik and his skilled fingers.
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"Is Gilly here?" Rik asked curiously while he played randomly on the harp.
The dirty undertones get Rik blushing red and he pokes Billy's sides for it. "What would you like me to play?"
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That got the Brit giggling loudly for a moment or two before he managed to still himself. Hunter was a good man but sometimes the names that came out his mouth were hilarious. Who knew what he called Gilly. Billy didn't really want to know because it was probably either cutsie or dirty.
"Tarty trashmouth? Uh---probably? If Hunter is here then my brother can't be far behind. He might be over by the booze table getting drunk on mead."
As for what Rik wanted to play for Billy, the Brit shrugged. He just wanted to cuddle up to the Dane and enjoy his company sat before the warm fire.
"Surprise me, smukke."
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Rik is teasing and he loves having someone kind and caring with him, that wants to be with him all the time. He lays his weight back into Billy like he is the most comfortable lawn chair. Without any direction he starts playing the song from his recital, the one he wrote for Billy, though he isn't singing, only playing.
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Billy just grinned and was teasing the Dane more than anything as he held the lighter man in his arms. The music was soft and soothing and it immediately took the Brit back to the recital. The day where everyone came to watch Rik play on his harp. Oh, could he play. Billy was taken aback with the skill and was just hooked on Rik the whole way.
"I love this. You sexy smukke you."
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He's growing nervous because of something he has in the back of his mind. Slowly he stops playing and sets the harp up on it's base. Then he sits up too, turning enough to look at Billy. There's butterflies in his stomach all the sudden as he fishes around in his pants pocket.
"I have something for you." He smiles nervously and holds out his hand before opening his hand. There's a silver chain and pendant with a pair of Danish Krone on the chain too. The pendant is a locket and inside there is a lock of Rik's hair, gently rolled and fixed inside.
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Billy giggled slightly and then noticed Rik's face and how it became more serious. He almost looked nervous and this caused a slight frown to cover the Brit's face. Rik had something for him? Eyes snapping to where the Dane was fishing around in his pants pocket, Billy just smiled slightly unsure.
"You've got something for me? Oh...."
Taking the silver chain and pendant, Billy's eyes widened a little because no one ever gave him gifts. Not even the lovers he'd had in the past. Those that had stayed long enough that was. But this? This was melting the Brit's heart already. He opened the locket and noticed that blond hair inside.
"You shouldn't have, mate. Money too? Danish...Krone? Do I get to spend this at the next carnival we go to back in Denmark? I...this means a lot to me, Rik. Thank you."
Billy just pulled Rik close and kissed him on the lips, long and slowly, before breaking off and nuzzling into that big, fluffy hair.
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He's amused and impossibly happy to be here with the Brit despite his nervousness. That all fades away when he sees the way Billy lit up at the gift. The reaction got to his heart. He was in love though still reluctant to say it out loud.
"It's not for spending." Rik tells him before leaning into that kiss, slow, loving and enjoying Billy's presence in the moment. As they pull back, Rik takes the necklace out of Billy's hand to put it on the Brit.
"I know we're going to be separated again. I wanted you to have something to take home." Rik feels so nervous but also happy, maybe that's why it was so nerve wracking. This matters so much.
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Billy laughed and then nuzzled into Rik's hair, giggling at the comment. Perhaps he was tarty since Gilly was much more tartier than him. He was full on girly bitchy tartmouth. The gift though? It made the Brit's heart beat that bit faster because it was something special from his Dane.
"I know. I wouldn't anyway since it's from you, smukke. I love you."
Kissing Rik on the lips softly, Billy wrapped both arms around his boyfriend and smiled.
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"In my culture it has meaning to give people coins." Rik smiles and relaxes into those arms. It felt nice here. "I was going to ask if you wanted to come to Denmark with me for a few weeks after the tour ends?"
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Then, Rik was asking Billy if he wanted to visit Denmark with him. His face lit up and he couldn't help but kiss the Dane on his lips softly. The very idea made him feel warm inside because he'd love to visit his lover's homeland. It meant a lot to the Brit.
"I'd love to, mate. Does this mean I'll get a lot of Danish sausage and pastry?"
Of course his mouth was also trashy.
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This was a funny game of naming though he was soon laughing into the kiss.
"I'll be in the dorms so maybe not for breakfast." Rik flushed and who knew whether he was talking about breakfast or something dirtier at this point.
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Which it has, figuratively speaking. It's a familiar piece of music, and it makes her smile to herself as she wanders over and sits close by on the blanket, legs folding easily beneath her. And she doesn't want to interrupt the musician, but toward the end of the song she can't resist joining in with a soft descant, quiet enough to enhance what he's playing rather than overwhelm it.
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Rik is a natural on the harp, intuitive in the way he can treat an instrument like part of himself. The fact that she starts singing along draws his attention and open surprise. If it had been Vars that was sitting there he would have expected it but this woman gets a curious look as he stops playing. The Dane nervous and shy around strangers but manages a bit of a smile.
"I didn't think anyone would know the poetry?" It's all he can get out while leaning into the harp like a child with a security blanket. Rik hid in his music most of the time.
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"I know it. And you perform it beautifully," she says. "In my youth I spent as much time in the North as I could. I'm reminded of that tonight, with you and your bandmates. You must be the Dane. Vars spoke of you. Your name was Rik, is that right?"
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"Thank you." He flushes pink across his pale cheeks. Of course it was Vars. He's not surprised at all to hear that was who had told this woman. He nods and then thinks better of hiding and shying away from her. This is a party after all. There's a force of will when he reaches over toward her to shake hands; confidence in his body language and fear in his eyes. Being a rockstar he had to learn how to put on a brave face more often than not, even when he wanted the crowds to leave.
"Østerbro, Copenhagen." He clarifies about the Dane part and then nods. Compared to his bandmates, his voice is quiet and soothing. "Rik Soeren. Guitarist, harpist..." He laughs nervously but keeps the game face. ".. whatever damned instrument Hunter decides to throw into a song."
Despite all the reluctant, shy and quiet exterior Rik is the prankster and troublemaker of the band, something Loki might intuitively pick up on through what is there to be seen on the surface.
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"I was raised in Asgard," she says mildly. "But the Nexus is my home now. I am Loki."
"I hear you have a wide range of musical skills. Do you follow Bragi? That's fitting, if so."
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The first clue, he realizes, was probably in his reaching over and exposing the bar of music tattooed around his wrist. Leaning against the harp, he's still not much for words, especially after touching her and so just pushes back the side of his unruly blonde hair to show the thin braid under that is decorated with silver beard beads (his answer to not having a beard for them) and the ring in his ear with a tiny harp dangling from it.
"Since I remember." He had always thought there was something greater and musical that had touched him when he was a kid and playing before he could write or read well. It was only later that he learned about Bragi and had a name for it. "In the past few years, Idunn and Nanna, too."