#mjød

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Darkthrone - I en hall med flesk og mjød

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

Guilliman's Soup

"Look, I'm not going to harm any of you, not unless it involves stuffing Guilliman in a room without his....." Fulgrim trails off, the demon prince's lower half coiling in discomfort as he stares at the abomination that bubbled within the pot. It smelled distinctly of both Mjød and cigarettes, appearing as something that Fulgrim was uncertain if even a Nurgling would eat. He certainly wouldn't. Actually he doesn't think any Slaaneshi demon is depraved enough to even attempt to make such a thing. He shakes his head. "Will I be allowed to help?" Calgar, who was certainly not at all expecting to see the demon prince of excess himself at the entrance to the Imperial palace, couldn't decide if this was a good thing or a bad thing. On one hand it meant that his primarch wasn't affected by any chaos god, if even Slaanesh was getting involved; on the other, did he really want to accept the help of a demon prince? Especially one that is well.... Calgar sighs deeply, "Fine, you might actually be a good deterrent to Dante anyway. He's been a pain in the ass" "Who is-" Fulgrim doesn't get to finish his sentence as a very old marine of what appears to be of the blood angel's chapter is shooed away by a serf with a broom, wacking the marine's shins with it as he hisses like an angry goose. Fulgrim has his answer on who Dante is but is now even further confused, "I thought Blood Angels were supposed to be noble?" "I'm hoping the soup will kill me" Dante helpfully responds which has the demon prince blinking in utter shock, because what the fuck happened to Sanguinius' sons!? Another Ultramarine, this one apparently named Cato is crawling on his hands and knees out of the room where Dante came from, coughing and generally being a rather sad sight with the stench of both vomit and the abominable liquid upon his breath. Slaanesh, who just briefly decided to turn her head towards whatever the fuck her demon prince was doing, vomits and mutters 'I can't believe none of this was Nurgle's idea; he actually wants the fucking recipe!'. Needless to say, Fulgrim doesn't really want to know what's exactly in that pot. Instead he dryly says "I'm amazed this hasn't summoned anything other then myself..." Calgor sighs "No, it has, there's the Sanguinor, and it's currently being kept back by some Sister of Silence out of fear that it's going to beat Dante to death with a sandle. Personally I'm not fond of trying to explain to the blood angels that we didn't kill their chapter master; it was the soul of Sanguinius, himself, that ended his life. I can't see that going too well...And Cato, please stop eating father's soup." "But-" "No buts or I'm throwing you into the same room as the Sanguinor" That stopped any more protests out of Cato who shuddered at the very idea of confronting the very angry warp spirit that was half of mind to possess someone.

The sound of what Fulgrim could still recognize after all these years as a very angry Leman Russ can be heard in the distance yelling "WHAT DID YOU FUCKING DO WITH MY FUCKING MJOD, ROBOUTE!?" This was going to be a long and terrible process, Fulgrim just knows it. ____ This short story was inspired by a convo between myself and @moociaoafterdark on this post.

[moodymisty]

hi! i hope you feel better soon!

i was wondering if you plans for continuing your ‘legions reacting to their primarch’s partner’ series ?

have a good one :) 🐊

Part 1, Part 2

Author's Note: Sure, here's the rest of them :3

Relationships: Implied Leman Russ/Reader, AlphariusOmegon/Reader, Sanguinius/Reader, Lorgar/Reader, Ferrus Manus/Reader, Mortarion/Reader, Jaghatai Khan/Reader, Horus/Reader, Fulgrim/Reader, Corvus Corax/Reader (A NOTE: almost all of these are gender neutral, but a few might have the term mother or another female term in it, so fair warning)

Warnings: None really

➧ Space Wolves:

Pretty average. They're definitely one of the better legions to be around if you're a baseline human, as they're not only pretty chill, but actually somewhat... nice? By Astartes standards.

You enjoy listening to them tell battle stories around the bonfire or whatever you're all camped around, and they like how easy it is to impress you with their feats of strength. Evenings can quickly devolve into one on one duels if you're around, and there's enough Mjød involved. Impressing Wolf Mother with your spur of the moment honor duel is the height of accomplishment, for a hammered Space Wolf.

You would hope Russ would stop these shenanigans, but you’ll find yourself disappointed when he joins in, brawling his own Astartes for your attention that he already has.

They also all find it absolutely hilarious when you use one of their tamed Fenrisian wolves as a mount, as it puts you at eye level with them.

➧ Alpha Legion:

Your relationship with Alpharius & Omegon is as ambiguous as how the Alpha Legion Astartes feel about you.

They don't like the twins having a potential weak spot that can be exploited by enemies, and their myriad of plans and spiderweb of secrets could get easily unraveled; But if the twins brought you into the inner circle, they’ll place trust that they did it for a reason.

It's just a bit, disorienting having so many men- some of which look very similar- coming in and out of your life. The twins know that you can tell them apart from their legion lookalikes (somehow and it pisses them off), but they still find it funny to try and slip things past you.

➧ Blood Angels:

As one of the kinder chapters, you being brought into the fold is of little resistance, largely because they see how happy Sanguinius is when you're around. They may be battle hardened warriors, but they find it difficult to express their worries when their Primarch has never looked happier holding your much tinier hand.

However the Blood Angels already have a protective (border-lining on obsessive) nature with their Primarch, and that is something that now extends in fold to anyone Sanguinius is close to. Being you.

Do not expect to go anywhere with any less than three fully armored Blood Angels. They will glare at anyone who comes close, they will scold anyone who speaks to you without proper prose, and you will have to deal with it. Some may have a developing soft spot for their kind Legion Mother which allows you to order them around, but they are very strict in this regard.

And Sanguinius will not stop it; Because he feels the same way as them, he's just better at hiding it.

➧ Word Bearers:

Largely neutral at first, but over time they begin to warm up to you as Lorgar's loving gazes and borderline worshipping talk wears on them. It also helps that they have some non-violent experience with other humans.

There are some however who don't approve of your closeness to Lorgar; Especially as it becomes more obvious that Lorgar's priorities are changing, and his distractions are getting worse. You becoming the idée fixe of Lorgar's mind is more than a bit concerning for some members of the legion, particularly ones touched by Kor Phaeron.

They hold their tongues, but you know they don't like whenever the two of you are alone. You've heard the word 'temptress' uttered more than once.

➧ Iron Hands:

Extremely blunt, and to the point. like the Imperial Fists, but without the protective streak. Iron Hand brutal efficacy doesn't exactly mix with the slow nurturing of what one could consider romance.

But you show genuine interest in the practices of the legion and don't impede on their chapter traditions, so the Iron Hands suppose it could be worse. They'd much rather their Primarch not be distracted however, and that is a theme that will remain present in any conversation regarding you for a long while. Expect them to basically ignore you for the first portion of your relationship with Ferrus.

Rude...

➧ Death Guard:

The Death Guard are one of the legions that is definitely more conflicted about the whole thing.

On one hand they say that he will end up distracted, eyes pulled away from his crusade to more frivolous things like romance. But on the other hand, if it does away with some of Mortarion's depressive moue, then they can bite their tongues about it. Either way, they definitely aren't fans of it, and you'll more than hear about it.

Legion meetings are, more than a bit stressful. Mortarion often times comes back ragged and angry after being told he should be rid of you.

Things are strained. You hope they'll level out with time.

➧ White Scars:

Probably one of the better legions to be in. Helps that they don't despise baseline humans, and actually know how to smile sometimes.

It's refreshing to be around Astartes who are a little less, stuck up, something you say under your breath not long after being officially introduced to them. They find it absolutely hilarious.

You have a few Astartes you're a bit more familiar with that Jaghatai trusts to be your personal guard, in the rare moments he isn't close. Pretty chill all around.

Unless there's about seven of them all eagerly surrounding you trying to teach you different Chogoran words, then it's significantly less chill.

Also jetbike rides sound rad af

➧ Luna Wolves:

They have their doubts as all legions do, but given Horus' charisma it isn't long before they toss those doubts aside, and quickly welcome you into the fold at Horus' side.

Also similar to the Blood Angels in that they get near feral protecting their genefather's beloved. It's like his obsessive nature somehow has somehow manifested or has been genetically implanted in them. Horus always makes sure you have a guard at your side, no matter where you go.

It was all fine at first, but now you're beginning to feel a bit like a prisoner.

➧ Raven Guard:

The Raven Guard are pretty tame all things considered. While conversations tend to be respectfully brief, you've noticed overtime that it's less so disinterest, and more a so near nervous formality. It's almost like they don't know how to talk to a baseline human woman for more than a few moments. It's, cute.

Nykona doesn't seem to mind you though; Largely because he overheard you mumble that you think his armor is the most impressive out of all of the Raven Guard Astartes during a sparring session between him and Corax.

Overall, they’re happy Corvus is happy, and as long as his main mission isn’t compromised, they’re content to have you here.

While most legions say ‘Legion Mother’ however, the Raven Guard tend to use the title ‘Raven Mother’ instead when being formal. When they started saying that instead of just legion mother, you noticed how it intertwines with how they refer to Corvus.

Once you realized you got a little bit too excited they’d finally started accepting you, and scared the shit out of no less than three guards by abruptly crying.

➧ The Emperor's Children:

They do enjoy being around humans that can appreciate the arts, and they don't hold much ill will towards you as the jewel of their Primarch's eye. If anything, they seem almost pleased their Primarch is able to pursue such things. You're welcomed into the fold with little fanfare, and Legion business continues on with nary a peep about Fulgrim's new wife.

Many of them create things for you, which while incredibly sweet, makes Fulgrim a little miffed if you show too much joy about it. He just gets a bit jealous, but it's harmless. You find it kind of cute.

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

The Killing Moon (Magnus The Red, Leman Russ)

Summary: There's nothing worse than a smart savage animal.

Magnus The Red/fem!Reader, Leman Russ/fem!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession

Word count: 896

Song: Echo & The Bunnymen - The Killing Moon

Did you think that crazy yanderes would only be traitors and heretics? :) It turned out quite small, but tasty. Ah, Leman, you have every chance of getting a long fic.

You were one of Magnus' remembrancers. Not a psyker and thanks to you for that. Still, he couldn't stand weak upstarts of your kind. Give them an ax and they will help. But the Emperor decided that they would contribute “in another way” and Russ had to come to terms with their presence.

He actually had to come to terms with a lot. Parades in honor of warriors, drinking mjød with his sons and hunting xenos are one thing. Real fun for his soul! Meetings with powdered aristocrats and chirping remembrancers are sheer horror. The only thing he liked was that Magnus was even more bored than the fenrisian. Well, when Jaghatai wasn’t around, he became completely despondent.

But with your appearance everything changed. The one-eyed sorcerer still did not like mandatory events. But now you were at his side. Leman was famous for his character, his bestial nature, if mortals willed it. But like a wolf he could watch. Track. Study. Wait. Right before delivering the killing blow.

You kept yourself apart from other remembrancers. Just like they are from you. You were a calm and almost sad girl. Felt out of place. Of course, until you looked into Magnus’s only eye. Oh, the fenrisian was sure that you two would happily run away from this event like lovers from the old ballads and hide in the library. But instead of... intriguing activities, you would probably just read ancient tomes.

The primarch found you a little better than other remembrancers. Useless. Besides, you clearly loved psykers, something Leman didn't approve of. Still, he had fun for a while, looming over you like a wild animal. He joked about obscene topics and breathed directly into your face after a sip of mjød, enjoying how your eyes watered and you coughed.

Leman was sure that he would soon get tired of you and he would stop pestering you while Magnus wasn’t looking. Moreover, you clearly did not complain to your patron. But time passed and Russ continued to pull you out. And he continued. And continued. Until one day the conversation turned to the one-eyed primarch.

Either he called him a coward, or a witch, or he called him a freak, couldn't remember. This is how Leman would begin his story before mortals, but he was a primarch. He remembered very well that he had complained that the Emperor still kept the psykers and had not killed the red-skinned lord's legion. He also remembered how you threw the contents of the cup on his face. He could taste the sweet mead. Tasty like you.

“Don’t you dare say such things about him!” - you screamed, your eyes were burning, and your face was twisted with anger. - “He is kind and sensitive. The smartest person I knew. He believes that only a better future awaits the world. And you, and you..."

Your index finger rose in a threatening gesture. And if Russ were the size of a mortal, you would probably poke your finger right into his eye.

"SAVAGE!"

You scream as loud as you can, but your voice, not used to such emotions, lets you down. You were supposed to sound like a lioness protecting her lover. But looked more like an angry little kitten. He just wanted to take you with one hand and squeeze.

Stamping your foot, looking at the fenrisian with the most contemptuous look, you leave the corridor. He feels, he sees in your gestures and posture the hope that this was your last meeting. Russ feels an anticipatory smile coloring his face and he wants, terribly wants, to lick his teeth.

What a disobedient doe. Leman wonders what he needs to do to get you to let your emotions out again? Magnus probably treats you like a lady. Sickeningly tender and neat, like a feather. This was alien to Russ. No, he would throw you over his shoulder and carry you to his den. He would take you roughly so that everyone could hear your screams. They knew you were his.

One day Malcador told him about an ancient Terran virgin goddess. Mistress of the forest and patroness of hunting and the moon. The doe and the bear, whose naked beauty enchanted the mortal hunter. Then the goddess turned the man into a deer before the dogs killed him.

You were not a warrior or a huntress. But your graceful beauty turned into righteous anger... excited him. And aroused. Never before had Russ thought that he would be seized by the desire to possess and subjugate a mortal girl. Flexible and thin as an arrow. Daring to stand up to him despite her weakness. Just to protect the honor of your loved one, and he knew that you loved the damned psyker, even if he was a primarch.

Yes, you belonged to a witch. Well, another reason for enmity with the one-eyed brother. Who apparently did not understand that with his unreasonable actions with the warp he was only digging his own grave harder. And when he retreats, takes the wrong and disastrous step... then Russ will finally be able to deal with him. He will put psyker in the dirt and take you to him. He will even be gentle with you. To care and cherish. At least after you satisfy his... “savageness” with a tiny voice.

Yes, that would be nice.

[the-raven-lady]

Ok here me out a slaaneshi space wolf

Oh sweet baby jesus the knotting porn that would ensue

I also think that the overindulgence side of slaaneshi corruption fits them really well. Slamming back mjød every day and night and breeding the poor unfortunate souls that get in their way. Woof.

I should have drank mead instead of whiskey. I have 7 gallons of it.

[mist-touchedxiv]

Rating: 18+

Name: Loksen Tyr

Race: Viera | Veena

Patron Deity: Oschon

Hometown: Skatay Range | Kópavogur

Age: 75+

Height: 6'1"

Weight: 198 lb

Hair: Black with unusual natural blue streaks

Eyes: Aether blue

Gender: Male (he/him)

Orientation: Heterosexual

Marital Status: Single

Occupation: Formerly Wood-warder, slave

Currently Adventurer

Job: SAM/ARC

Favorite Color: Blue

Smoking: Yes, occasionally. Prefers using a kiseru. Blends own tobacco, typically with vanilla. The smell of smoked tobacco can help dull his already potent Vieran sense of smell if he feels overwhelmed

Drinking: Yes. Loves Vieran aquavit and Mjød, but hasn't encountered either in years. Due to spending time in Hingashi enjoys sake and often carries a flask, which he has been known to use as a weapon

Diet: Omnivore

Hobbies: Whittling, archery, drinking and eating, traveling, fishing, mahjong, reading Vieran poetry, camping

Personality: Reserved, almost aloof. Intense. Helpful. Honorable. His noble heart and wanderlust belies a quiet guilt.

Distinguishing Features: Vieran male. Lotta blue. Speaks Eorzean with a noticeable but pleasant accent akin to Finnish. Faded scars across his back and torso. Brand on the back of neck to identify him as a Garlean prisoner, usually covered by hair.

Löksen was a typical Wood-warder many years ago, until the day the Garlean empire attacked Dalmasca. During a periodic visit to his home village, hearing disturbing rumors that Garlemald had set eyes on Dalmasca. Having proven to be a great archer, the leaders urged him and a small group of other Wood-warders to make a trip to Dalmasca to convince the Viera living in the city to come home.

Ultimately, they failed. Having scarcely arrived in the foreign city, it was overrun by Garlean forces and the other men were killed in the ensuing battles and Löksen taken prisoner for several years. During his imprisonment at a Garlean labor camp, Löksen was a target of fascination and sometimes ridicule as a rare male of an already elusive people. His Wood-warder background prepared him for the harsh conditions of the camp and helped him survive. His time in the camp also introduced him to a variety of people and cultures that he never would have encountered otherwise. Imprisoned Sharlayan scholars taught him the Eorzean language, an old Hingan woman taught him the way of the samurai, a pair of Lalafell smugglers regaled him with stories of Ul'dah, among others.

Eventually, the camp was inadvertently liberated by Bahamut's rampage and during the chaos, Löksen fought and killed the Garlean officer who had served as a tormentor and overseer and took their gunblade as a trophy that he carries with him.

Now he wanders Etheirys partly as an adventurer inspired by the stories of his fellow inmates about the diverse lands they came from, but also to try to escape a sense of guilt for failing his people in Dalmasca and trying to seek solace.

RP Hooks

Hey there, mun here. I'm pretty flexible on how to start interactions. I'm completely open to discussing things or just go with the flow, provided you start of course.

I designed Loksen to essentially be a support character. He's not a WoL, he's not blessed with Echo. Honestly, my goal with him is to bring texture and enhance YOUR story. I suppose I'm more focused on being a character than a protag, I guess.

He's got his own little stories, but I'm here to make friends and try my hand at a creative outlet that I haven't done in several years.

Anyways, here's some possibilities!

Yojimbo: A wandering warrior of no small skill. Something need doing? Body? Guarded. Bounties? Hunted. Monsters? Slain. Need a courier because you can't deliver through regular services? He's got legs.

Animal-lover: He will pet the animals.

Tarzan Boy: You can take the Wood-warder out of the woods, but you can't take the warder out... of... the... Well, Loksen prefers to be out in nature when he gets the chance and he can be a bit wild. Maybe you encounter him out in the Shroud climbing amongst the trees and foraging for food.

"Where'd You Get That?!": As a samurai, Loksen carries an extremely unusual blade: the gunblade of a Primus Ordinarius of exquisite craftsmanship. Sure to draw the attention of any Garleans affiliated character. It has been modified to be suited for fighting in the manner of the legendary Hingashi warrior tradition.

About the RPer

Cishet • M • 30+ • North America Central Time Zone • Weird, but well-meaning

[wolf-tail]

> be me

> live in city with my goodest dog for majority of our lives (though we do go to a cabin in the woods to hunt and so he can be off leash for a few months every year)

> on such occasion neighbor gets an untrained thousand sons astartes and refuses to train or give him ancient tomes

> inevitable tragedy happens when we return

> neighbors face when the poor thing uses three children to turn him into some skin tome

> astartes proceeds to terrorise neighborhood for weeks until someone finally calls a sanctuary to take him. They ask around about any other astartes since it apparently got in a fight

> mfw they ask how long I've had and how I got my well trained apparently space wolves wulfen.

>frantically trying to find out if he's safe to keep and how to better care for him anyone have tips?

Space Wolves Wulfen are shockingly easier to look after than regular Astartes. They're essentially bigger, stronger, more high-energy dogs, it's a bit like owning a wolfdog. However, they still do benefit from the same types of enrichment that regular Space Wolves need from time to time. Pour some Mjød into his water bowl once in a while, it's good for him. He seems to be a healthy, happy boy and very well-socialized. A badly cared for Wulfen would be completely out of control. You've done a great job with him, but I would consider adopting another Wulfen or two to keep him company. Lonely Wulfen are more likely to act out.

[wxnheart]

Maybe a primarch learning their home language? You know and you send rather intimate love letters

This is incredibly cute, anon. Just think of the letters and gifts they send you:

Leman Russ - Sends you some of the raunchiest shit this side of the Imperium. Comes complete with a bottle of Mjød handpicked by the Primarch himself. He won't tell you it's the second bottle 'cause he drank the first one up by himself lmao.

Ferrus Manus - Sends you a nice weapon forged by yours truly. His letter is as intimate as... he is. *awkward grin.*

Fulgrim - He doesn't send you a letter, he just comes to you because he is the gift. He does keep yours, though.

Vulkan - His letters are more cute than anything because he can't help but express a desire to hug and cuddle with you again. D'aww. ☺️ He won't forge a weapon for you (would rather you be safe than anything) but it'll be a nice trinket to remember him by.

Rogal Dorn - Oh... he has the spirit. He'll give you an account of the goings with the Imperial Fist but towards the end there will be a singular line expressing his affection for you. He gifts you with necessities, like the custom-made blanket that decorates your bed.

Roboute Guilliman - His letters are a lesser version of Dorn's for security reasons, but he is more prone to being affectionate in them, however. Is the type to spoil you with varying gifts, actually. That's the spirit, Ultrasugardaddy.

Magnus the Red - Why send letters when he can use the Warp? His gifts are usually in the form of recommended readings and yes, the tomes are fucking HUGE.

Sanguinius - Sickeningly sweet love letters. Like... saccharine sweet. You use his feathers as a bookmark so there's almost always one folded neatly in the paper.

Lion El'Jonson - "lol," says the Lion as he refuses to read the room, "LMAO".

Perturabo - What love letters? Because schematics are not love letters. Well, they are in Perturabo-fashion because, in a way, he's baring his soul to you. The schematics aren't weapons, surprisingly. Believe it or not, you're actually seeing the design for a monument to be built in your honor.

Mortarion - Um... any and all gifts are biochemical weapons of mass destruction so, um... you encourage him not to send gifts. He does keep your letters, though, even if they start to degrade at the speed of light. Just... vox recordings will do.

Lorgar - Has the most beautiful penmanship you've ever seen. His letters are of the sickeningly sweet kind as well. He sends you drafts of his latest writings because you two love to collaborate and discuss them.

Jaghatai Khan - The Khan would also rather see you than write letters. You will also be spoiled in his presence as well.

Konrad Curze - The parchment of his first letter felt... weird. And the gift he sent you was... oddly shaped. You didn't even open it. He has the spirit—nah, he doesn't. Konrad is ONLY to communicate with you using Vox machines. Or Sevatar. Preferably Sevatar.

Angron - Letter? Fuck that noise. He sends you the skulls of his fallen enemies, the weak cowards. Through Khârn. You stare at him. He stares at you with a lifted brow. At least the skulls are nice and clean?

Corvus Corax - His letters tend to be woefully poetic. Like make-you-cry poetic. And they say chivalry is dead. 😉

Alpharius Omegon - Letters detailing you fucking your brothers over is not romantic, Alpharius. But you pissing Guilliman off is hilarious.

Horus Lupercal - The quintessential gentleman; likes to surprise you with a variety of gifts but the best one is when he personally showed up to see you. Horus also makes the Mournival act as an advisor for gift-giving, too.

[askthelordofiron]

Perturabo sighs. “You apologize too much. Besides, my sons got involved because you got loud and they don’t particularly like unexpected loud noises.” He shrugged.

“If you want to thank someone, thank Demiter.”

There's a light rapping at your chamber door, accompanied by just the slightest sense of dread.

"May I come in?"

By this point, you'd recognize your not-so-lost sister's voice anywhere.

“What now Tlatia, come to tell me my wrongs?”

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

How likely are the Space Wolves to take after the godforsaken bastard that is Heldane and replace their own heads with Wolf heads?

That depends heavily on how much Mjød you give them before suggesting it

[dugiskoven]

Har drukket en halv flaske mjød alene her til aften. Jeg føler mig enormt alene lige nu.

[theladypossum]

Hey gang gonna make a new 40k sticker I need help deciding which one to make

[moodymisty]

May I request a scenario where the reader tells a space marine (of your choice) about how it feels to be an average mortal? I think that a space marine would at least somewhat enjoy hearing about the lives of the people he’s supposed to be protecting. And I also want to see a space marine’s reaction to stuff they haven’t really experienced before, like grocery stores, water parks, fashion trends, families that aren’t toxic, e.t.c

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author’s note: This is really cute. I chose Space Wolves for it since they’re a bit more of a willing chapter for that sort of thing. And I’m in a wolfy mood for…. Zero particular reason.

Relationships: None, just goofing around with big wolf boys

Warnings: Fem!reader, Space Wolves drinking but nothing else

The hall is alight with booming voices as usual, and your inkwell shakes as the long table rocks. Your quickly grab it, the astartes next to you having slammed his fist into the table while arguing with the one across from him.

“What? I got it, it’s mine. Get up and get your own.”

They’re been arguing about this for a minute or two now, getting closer to longer than it would’ve taken to just get another mug themselves.

The one he's arguing attempts to reach and quickly snatch it, but the marine next to you whacks it away and in your direction. Your much smaller hands manage to grab the handle, saving all but a single drop.

“Ahh, good catch girl.” He slaps a hand on your shoulder and squeezes it, and you resist the urge to yelp in pain. “Almost wasted the entire reason for this stupid argument.”

He glares at the other Space Wolf, who drunkenly rolls his eyes.

“You could Rock Paper Scissors for it,”

You say, hoping to dissolve the tension before your shaken stack of parchment becomes victim to the next mug of tipped mjød. Perhaps bringing your work here wasn't the smartest idea.

Both men look at you confused, like you'd suddenly spoken another language.

“Can do what for it?” The one closer to you says. The one across the table just looks at you like you're stupid, but curious as he leans on his forearms.

Right; They probably have no idea about a simple children’s game, given their upbringing.

You turn a bit on the bench, and the marine beside you takes it as you going to show him. He throws a leg over to the outside, straddling the bench with hands on his thighs. It's a bit intimidating, having him suddenly stare at you so intently.

“It’s a kids game on Terra. You can use it to like, win things. Settle disputes.” You roughly explain the ‘game’ and its rules, before going on a trial run with him.

He throws out rock and you paper, and you slap your hand over his much larger one.

“I win. Simple.” The other marine looks across the table, having listened to this entire thing but now only speaks up once the lesson is concluded.

“I’d rather just cave your face in for it,” He says, completely deadpan. The marine beside you throws out his hand, waving him off.

“Fine just take it. So you’ll shut up.”

He quickly reaches for the mug, and chugs it down as the one you're talking to returns you to his center focus.

“What other games do you all have?” He speaks like mortals are a different species all together; You suppose you can understand why. You think for a moment for something easy to explain to someone like him.

“Plenty others. Heard of arm wrestling?”

That gets both men’s interest, heads peeking up like a dog that’s been whistled at. He circles his hand for you to get speaking like he's suddenly in a hurry.

“You grab your opponents opposite hand, and try to slam it to the table using nothing but your arm.” You pantomime in out to them, and the drunker space wolf across the table leans upright, and cracks his neck.

“Alright, this one I’ll do. Go girl and get us another mug to fight over.”

You take a few massive mugs and fill them up at the keg, some serfs giving you an odd look. They've probably been watching this whole stupid argument and wondering what in Terra's name you've been encouraging their drunken masters to do. You sit the mugs down on the table once you return, seeing both men locking opposite hands.

You count them down to three and they both begin putting their strength into it, and the drunker marine goes from disinterested in the whole ordeal to completely committed, as they wrestle. A few other marines watch on with growing interest about the whole thing.

You should've figured something as simple as a random feat of strength would be the thing to get their interest.

Locked in a stalemate for a considerable while eventually the drunker marine starts losing ground, and eventually gets his hand slammed into the table.

Said slam rocks the entire table, knocking one of the mugs over and spilling mjød all over your parchment, ruining them instantly. The ink starts to run, and the actual parchment is now wet like a swamp.

After cries of victory and defeat the closer marine realizes the mess when he's halfway done guzzling down another mug, and sees the look of shock on your face; He rustles the top of your head and you shake around vigorously because of it.

“My bad lass, but at least I won.”

You pick up your parchment and shake it, and the mortal killing mjød drips from the paper and makes it sag. He then quickly changes gears, wiping the foam off his upper lip with the back of his hand and looking down at you.

"But, you got any other games like that?"

[nobeerreviews]

🎶✨when you get this, put 5 songs you actually listen to, then publish. Send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

Okay this is gonna be a challenge. For YOU to actually listen to what comes below 👇🤪

Motörhead - God was never by your side (a true classic, thank you Lemmy)

Gin Wigmore - Kill of the night (you surely heard it once on some soundtrack)

Mustasch - Thank you for the demon (with an old Judas Priest vibe)

Kvelertak - Mjød (when folk metal goes extreme, or just another day in Norway)

Annisokay - STFU (and I missed their concert because I'm lazy. Me)

I will tag in turn, I said tag because placing asks is too much work (did I mention I'm lazy?), hmm @starfilled-heart @soft-summer-skies @luckgodd @eclecticnemesis @summermysoundtrack @magnoliamyrrh @as-long-as-there-is-thinking @silvergrain-in-the-dark @i-dedicate-to-you18 @merthewarrior

[puppysdog]

aww shit we sippin on the fuckin klapøjster mjød

[loiterer87]

Finally on time! One of my favourite bands today, Kvelertak! A Norwegian group whose sound takes bits of hard rock, punk rock and black metal! It's awesome! Helped by the fact they have three guitarists.

I first heard them on the end credits of a great little horror-comedy called Troll Hunter playing a song of theirs called 'Mjød'. Following that I went and heard their other big single at the time, 'Blodtørst', went and got their album and never looked back! 

They also have a lot of owls in their aesthetic. Which is why there's one in the piece! It's basically a recreation of their old lead singer, who used to wear an owl hat of this design while on stage sometimes. Definitely a cool look IMO...