#/cinead is technically Norn

[merchantofwhispers]

lokatattur​:

“I certainly try to be,” Loki responded while giving her a single nod. Although dressed in a suit as was the norm for him when visiting Midgard, the suit he wore was not just a simple flat black. When struck by light at certain angles, the fabric would reveal a dark rainbow of purples, blues, and greens. His tie, vest, and pants matched this same fabric. Loki’s dress shirt was the only contrast, being that it was as vivid in greenness as his one remaining eye. His other eye was covered by a black leather eye patch with the embossing of a tree in the center, its edges framed in embossed animal interlace.

Taking a moment to study the building, he commented, “It looks much bigger in person than what the photo implied.” His vision returned to her, taking notice of the way her eyes narrowed. He sidestepped around her in a fluid manner, bringing a hand up to point out the wall structure while also positioning himself to where they could still make eye contact and the sun would accost his friend less. “This has a different energy than most buildings. I normally cannot stay too long in the cities here. Their artificial structures disrupt my seidr. When was this place made? Do you know?”

Only as he stepped into the way of the sun did she manage to catch the smaller details of his appearance. A spare glance was given to the eyepatch, her brows knitting together briefly before widening her smile at an old friend. It seemed small talk was going to have to wait as she turned to look at the house. "Cinead had this built for me when I retired from the sea. The rocks are local, as is the cement. I don’t remember exactly, but he build it using what he’d learned as a young man before he was even vampiric.” Which was almost a thousand years prior. “Somewhere in the late 1800s, I believe. He’s continued to add onto it since. I think he’s planning a greenhouse soon, he keeps muttering about tempered glass.” 

As if summoned by the very mention of himself Cinead opened the front door and stepped out; his hands still working off water from the dishes he’d been doing. He -- much like Gemina -- was dressed down. A tank top that hung loosely off his muscled frame and a set of simple jeans. The only part of him that truly had any effort was his hair, long and straight with beaded braids that tied into the back of his head -- the smallest, oldest runes etched into the aging silver. 

“So yer’ Ryker.” He hummed while carefully descending the stone steps and walking out to stand next to Gemina, an inch or two taller than their visitor while towering over her himself. Wadding up his towel into one hand, he extended the other to Ryker with a tight lipped smile. “I’ve ‘eard a lo’ abou’ ya. Glad ya’ could make it.”

[merchantofwhispers]

[ Fun fact: Cinead is not technically Scottish, but instead Orcadian. He's around a thousand years old and was born in a Norn settlement in Orkney, which is in (now) northern Scotland. He grew up speaking Norn, but did end up learning various forms of English and other broken bits of North Germanic languages in his lifetime. So if someone is super familiar with (any of) the Scottish accents, they might be able to clock that Cinead doesn't really *sound* Scottish, but instead sounds closer to Scandinavian (but not quite) ]