Glada Vappen!
Apr. 30th, 2021 07:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
suomi_thunderAarne 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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on 2021-05-03 11:23 pm (UTC)Though he had faith or belief before there's more to it in a moment where he can say that, at least some of it, is very real and true. It means a lot to the punk as he takes a drink of his vodka.
"Ah, stereotype about punks but men bring kids to practice and shows." Vars hated some of the stereotypes though it was true that there as violence and often clashes between groups or with the police. "Kids safe with us but not believed because jail and laws but it's as true as your runes." Vars would never insist Loki bring his kids along but as one of the things Vars argued about with his wife before she left it was an important topic to him. He couldn't leave it go quietly.
"We add old instruments to modern music, in our blood in The Hammers, old ways are still with us." He's very proud of the band he's part of even if it isn't a punk band. "No bass here but could introduce to punk music I write with the two kids."
Vars called Aarne and Rik kids because they had been when they joined, only 18 and 17, with Vars coming out of a crushing divorce. He never thought of them as his kids but they were always the children of the band, the young ones the other two watched over with the same fierceness of a parent.
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on 2021-05-04 01:28 pm (UTC)You know, lest Vars be concerned about the welfare of his bandmates around Loki.
His grin is bright at the talk of children. "Honestly, friend, I know little about punk, or punks, but I am well aware that a gruff exterior does not mean a person is anything but tender with children."
He's not going to bring them to a drinking party nonetheless, if only because it would be boring for them, but he's also not about to be shy of introducing them to this band. "If you wish to meet mine some day, you are welcome to come to my home."
"I'd be honored to hear your music," he nods. "I don't have an instrument with me, alas, but it seems likely there will be a lot of music played tonight."
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on 2021-05-04 08:54 pm (UTC)Vars glanced around wondering if the other punk would show up. Things would get crazy if he did and they could all use that freedom for a night but his attention quickly turns back to Loki.
"Wiser than men." Vars tells him with a frown. "Lot of people think punks bad parents or family for kids."
His own wife included but that was in the past that he was looking to get rid of and not just bury as he had been. "Touring now but when done maybe be back here to see them."
He wasn't going to make any promises because who knew what would go on in the next months. He might be in prison again or otherwise occupied.
"Most people always have instrument. Voice strong as drums or guitar." It was a subtle offer to sing if asked, though he nods. "Fin only has one drum tonight but Dane, he will bring harp. Any time he can play without bastards insulting he will."
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on 2021-05-22 03:14 pm (UTC)He looks sympathetic then, nodding his understanding at Vars. He truly doesn't know anything about the punk scene, but he knows most people would think he's a poor role model for children, himself, and yet here he is anyway. "They are Aesir children. I like for them to spend time with humans, as our cultures are closely linked. But they have many friends in the Nexus."
"Ah, true. I do sing, at times, and I like to hear other singers, as well. And a harpist? That's brilliant. I'd like to hear him play, too." It's a good night for creativity, after all, isn't it?
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on 2021-05-22 03:33 pm (UTC)"Kids safe visiting. Bands have young fans. Rik and Aarne good with kids." Vars was too but he tried not to think about children in relation to himself. It was too painful but the truth was that Vars was already amazing with them and there were plenty of pictures around in his own world that showed that with the fans.
"Rik good on anything. Learn play anything give him, think ten instruments now and kid still. Loves harp and 18 string razor guitar." Vars has a lot of respect for the young guitarist especially with the hell he came from. "He hear music all time."
One thing he feels compelled to do spiritually as he looks at his own god sitting beside him. It feels wrong to keep his talents away since his own beliefs related to Fenrir giving him a rebellious voice through music. "No bass but sing if want, new song writing with the others."
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on 2021-06-22 12:27 am (UTC)"You're all remarkable. I didn't expect this when I came here tonight."
His eyes focus and brighten when Vars makes his offer, though. He recognizes this is a spiritual gesture; whether it's an act of worship directed to him or not, it's something he's interested in, and very pleased to encourage.
"I'd like that very much," he says, and sits up a bit straighter, attentive.
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on 2021-06-22 01:52 am (UTC)Vars nods to the compliment and looks past Loki toward the fire and where he knows his other bandmates must be. "We only be self when world not like. Remarkable and not expected see people wear no.. no mask."
He pauses after stumbling a little over a couple of the words he repeated from what Loki said. Knowing the meaning didn't mean they were words he often said. He puts his fist to his chest and focuses on Loki. "Music for rebellion. If people expect then not take music inside. Music make people wild."
He doesn't have the words that he needs in English but he's satisfied that he got across his point. A smile appears when Loki's attention turns to him. When he writes it is an interesting process between, usually Vars and Rik but sometimes Vars and Hunter, as he takes the Norwegian and turns it to something that sounds good in English. The one he had in mind, Vars had wrote without input until after he had the lyrics nearly down. It was personal, about his ex wife and her continued harassment. The cathartic aspect of music was what had attracted him to punk in the beginning. It felt like the right song to sing for his god both in tone and because it was something he wrote on his own.
He has a good voice from singing backing vocals for a long time and some lessons from both Hunter, who was classically trained, and learning along side Rik when he was practicing for university. His accent thicker perhaps when he sings, and the voice a rougher from drinking but it fits his look and personality; full, loud and just a little cocky in tone.
As he's singing, the first chorus, Aarne can be heard yelling the 'Bang, Bang, Bang" from somewhere on the other side of the fire which almost makes Vars laugh while singing, as does the drumstick that comes sailing in from somewhere over the fire. The Bassist dodges it easily. The Fin lobbed drumsticks at him on stage too. It was just what they did, apparently even in casual singing in front of a god. The damned drummer was as unpredictable as a tornado.