#tavern viking

[notgilderoylockhart]

Vegetable Soup

Weight 0.5 Value 5

Restore 1 point of Health per second for 720 seconds. Restore 1 point of Stamina per second for 720 seconds.

[blogtib]

[mairon-goth-minion]

LMAOOOOOO WHAT

[eek-a-tron]

Odin's Keep Axe House at the Midgard vikingsenter.

[mythologicafolk]

Scurra, the French Medieval Folk band known for its "strolls" around medieval fairs, released their album Marchands de Fables in April 2024. The band graciously sent us its digital version for reviewing.

Read more:

https://mythologica.com.br/en/reviews/scurra-marchands-de-fables-2024/

[hanvanmusic]

Viking Warrior Bjorn Epic Tales & ASMR Tavern Sounds - Unwind with Typewriter Ambience! #TavernMusic

Welcome to an immersive experience of Viking tales and tranquil ambiance! In this video, we'll dive into the legendary story of Viking Warrior Bjorn, from his fierce battles to the camaraderie of tavern tables. As you listen to the captivating saga, you'll be enveloped by the soothing sounds of our ASMR typewriter, transporting you to a world of relaxation and adventure. Unwind as the rhythmic clacks of the keys perfectly complement the vivid narrative, making for a truly unique and mesmerizing escape. Don't miss out on this enchanting journey - like, share, and subscribe for more epic stories and relaxing ASMR soundscapes! #TavernMusic #VikingStories #ASMR #Typewriter 🎵 Parts List: https:https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLyCzCWN9gRLzbtm7zf7BNfoy_1jv9iv7f 🔔 Don't forget to subscribe and turn on notifications so you can be notified of new videos! 🎧 Enjoy this video and please give your comments and thoughts. It is important for us to communicate with you!

[gunmetalgrey]

For @corruptaxpoliticus for liking this

He was practically an infant compared to her, but despite the fact he craved a political advantage and loved to play games- well, the Gentleman with the Icy demeanour warmed her heart a little. They hadn’t crossed paths for a while, Alex had spent some time abroad. Every century or so though, the taverns of London called her back to the city. It was more of a home than anywhere else. And it always seemed so… large. So much larger than the Roman ruins she had helped to set ablaze in her first lifetime.

Dressed in men’s clothes and a travelling cloak, the golden rings on her fingers glinted in the firelight as she raised the goblet to her lips. The stained that remained wasn’t wine, despite the deep shade of crimson. She sat back on the bench, enjoying the noise and the cracking fire. “You haven’t aged a day.” Of course he hadn’t, neither of them would. Age and beauty would be a constant, if they were lucky.

“Tell me of the petty squabbles I have missed,” This was her way of caring, of asking about his life. Not that she cared as much as it had been too long since she had a real conversation.

[insomtiny]

i keep trying to find medieval cooking asmr/ambience videos and if you look that up on youtube you get one channel and it's all early 1800s stuff girl that is not medieval that's regency!!!

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐔𝐛𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: a long awaited cross over that I promised months ago.. please do not hate me! Also, Danes = vikings, but the word viking is also a verb. So, you could say 'Hey Ma I'm off to go viking!'.

Saxons = those from England

Celts are an umbrella term for Native Britons who were here before the Saxons.

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

It didn't make sense.

Ubbe's shoes walked the length of the boat and back again. Creaking wherever he put his feet, the wind was howling. Even during the day. With the sun high in the sky; not that he could see it.

None of the men or women could see more than five feet in front of them. Once he, along with two other ships left Kattegat, the mist had surrounded them.

Ubbe had the mind to turn back, but he couldn't see the shorline of Kattegat. Only the thick whirls of fog surrounding the boats.

What would have been a long journey, was shortened to mere seconds. And Ubbe was in a place he did not wish to be.

It was a place where his father had died. Where a many great Viking men had died.

But something was different. The time, Ubbe knew it; years had passed somehow. Many, many years. And when he took 4 men into a tavern to investigate, he asked and was told.

Ubbe and his men had gone through 100 years on the water.

・Life had gotten better since Uhtred and his men frequented your village - hell, everywhere had gotten better; not only were the raids less and less.

・But safety and hope were two words that Uhtred of Bebbanberg gave the people

・Well, Uhtred along with his three men - Finan, Sihtric & Osferth.

・You always had a crush on Finan. His Irish charm and humour always brightened your day.

・But he had never ventured for more than conversation and company

・You thought he must have an eye on someone else, but news never reached your ears about anyone else.

・And then something happened.

・Two ships full of Danes had washed on Englands' shores. It was not like any other raid. The Danes spoke differently, their weapons seemed old and the way they dressed was so ... incredibly different to the Danes you all knew

・Where did they come from? Why hadn't any other Dane claimed to know them? And why couldn't they point to where they were from on a map?

・These thoughts plagude you for days. You did your chores and you thought about it, you cooked and cleaned - and thought about it.

・However, curiosity won out and you snuck into the woods to get a better look at the semi-prisoners.

・One man caught your eye instantly.

・And he ...

・He was ... beautiful.

・Outlandishly so, you hadn't seen such a man and with so many unique tattoos...

・His hair was long and braided, parts shaved on the sides and you were taken aback.

・A blush creeping so bright you swore he would be able to see you in the dark - like a beacon of sorts

・But a body had bumped against your own, a hand over your mouth. You bit down - hard and Osferth hissed

"Ow!" He said, trying to keep his voice low as he flung his hand about in pain.

"Well don't do that!" You whispered incredulously.

"What are you staring at?" whispered Osferth, crouching down and following your line of sight.

"No-nothing, nothing, stop it-"

"Ooh got your eye on somethin' then?" he mocked.

・You rolled your eyes and pushed him. He caught your arm and hoisted himself up, catching you against him in the process.

・This back and forth behaviour was normal between you and Osferth. As soon as you met, it had started.

・He knows about your feelings for Finan, and has helped you to gain his attention time and time again

・The only failure in this was the fact that he didn't want to put you at risk. Finan couldn't bear to have you as some sort of target.

・But god did that change when Ubbe started talking to you.

・You decided to help around with the new Danes

・Your skills were highly renound and useful no matter who you were with

・Ubbe did everything he could to get your attention and soon Finan became a shell of his witty self.

・Grouchy and sensitive, Finan couldn't stop watching the two of you interract.

"I mean wha' does she see in 'im??"

"- Finan, please-" Uhtred interjected, trying to calm him down. He did not calm down.

"Just tell her how you feel-" Sihtric exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.

"I - I cannot."

"You cannot what?" You said coming up behind him, the trees and darkness hiding you easily.

・From that day on you and Finan were together, but the subject of Ubbe hung loosely in the air.

・However, your relationship was changed because of Ubbe. Who shocked both you and Finan.

"It is true, I want you. But I want both of you. The funny one as well."

・Finan gulped.

・Your relationship is very loving. It truly is.

・There's a lot of PDA

・But even more affection when people aren't around

・Like casually sitting on each other's laps

・Forehead Touches

・The union between all three of you created something. It was peace.

・Peace settled over the group, a sense of ease becoming easier and easier to grasp.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Shut Up” (You) x “Make Me” (Ubbe) x “Just Kiss Already.” (Finan)

Found Family

Intuitive & Attentive (Finan) x Restless & Flirty (Ubbe) x Witty & Intuitive (You)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Intertwined Destinies

Love Transcending Boundaries

Legacy and Legend

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Scotland by the BBC Scottish Symphony Orchestra

Golden Years by David Bowie

To Bring You My Love by PJ Harvey

[imnotcasper]

Royal expectations weigh heavily on dutiful Prince Casper. During an ill-advised night at the tavern, meant to let off some steam and ease the pressure, he gets into a brawl with Holger, a sharp-tongued lad from town wielding insults (and his sword) with the precision of a trained knight. Holger beats him fair and square, and the Prince, furious, has him thrown into the dungeons. Holger pesters the guards relentlessly, forcing them to release him out of sheer irritation. In a bid to teach him discipline – and secretly impressed by his wit and skill – Prince Casper pardons Holger and makes him a knight at his court. The two of them begin adventuring together, and chaos quickly follows.

for the @advantage-tennisblr promp fest

ruru, medieval au (knight & prince/princess) OR viking au

[dailyadventureprompts]

Adventure: The Siege of Frostmanse

A hero takes up arms against a powerful frost giant mage, threatening to destabilize the realm and forcing the party, their allies, and the powers that be to start choosing sides.

For generations Ylnriig the Argent has provided council and arcane insight to kings, jarls, and champions alike, seeking to maintain some measure of calm across the rugged land and icy seas that neighbour her home. Songs are sung about the great wonders she has performed, but also the great prices she has exacted in the name of keeping the peace: Plagues halted by burying villages in ice, destined dooms averted by the noble sacrifice of innocents.

Songs are also sung about Rothger Redsail, and his Redsail raiders. Brave beyond recounting, this living legend and his viking crew are said to have toppled foreign thrones, drunk mead with stormgods, and even sailed over the edge of the world. Now Rothger is back in his homeland and he has no qualms about what his next voyage is to be: He aims to sail against the giant and topple Ylnriig's head from her shoulders, so that the people might never pay her terrible price ever again.

Setup: This scenario works best if the party has a good impression of both Ylnriig and Rothger early on. Trophies from the Redsail's travels hanging in the tavern, local monuments to where Ylnriig averted some disaster through magical might or cleverness. Have the markets flooded with wonders offloaded from Rothger's latest viking expedition, while the town fountain runs with healing waters after being blessed by the giant's own hand. Neither side of this conflict is strictly in the wrong, and both give much to the world simply by their existence.

Everything changes when Rothger sails back into harbour and starts laying the groundwork for his attack on Ylnriig's home, securing supplies and new recruits for the Redsail Raiders, hobnobbing with the local power players to ensure they support his actions. Initially he'll keep the goal of his next expedition secret, boasting to the masses only that his next mission will deliver them into a time of prosperity and opportunity that neither they or their direct forebears could imagine.

Adventure Hooks

Facing some great challenge, the party might be sent to petition Ylnriig for aid, being forced to make the trip to Frostmanse, her isolated sanctum nestled among the far fjords. The ice giant may seem to give them the cold shoulder, sending them off on some wizardly errand as payment for her involvement, but after some time enjoying her hospitality the party may come to know Ylnriig as the deeply caring scholar that hides beneath her shrewd and utilitarian exterior.

Early on, the party might be tempted to join the Redsail Raiders. Doing so would greatly boost their credibility, and give them backing and direction that they'd normally miss out on as independent sellswords. Doing so will likely require that they prove themselves to the hardened sailors of Rothger's warband , but that's what apprentice level adventurers do isn't it?

Eventually a secret long buried will come to light: More than a score of years ago Rothger and Ylnriig used to be lovers, their relationship as passionate and tempestuous as where volcanic flow meets glacial ice. Rothger was off on one of his grand adventures when plague broke out in his home village, a plague that could only be staunched through drastic magical intervention. Ylnriig ran the numbers, and make an awful but nessisary choice that saved tens of thousands while dooming Rothger's family and clan to a cold and awful death.

Though Rothger's animosity towards Ylnriig is genuine, his actions are being backed by a coalition of powerplayers throughout the region who consider the Wizard's continued meddling an impediment to their ambitions. If he succeeds, they'll be able to enact schemes and settle scores that've stayed idle for generations. If he fails, they'll have a martyr to rally support around, as they make a second attempt to oust the giant.

Artsouce

[mairon-goth-minion]

Intro

(idk what to put here)

-don’t ask for money, I can’t donate, money asks will be deleted-

-not a goth irl the username is misleading muahaha-

Name: Evan Baguette

Pronouns: idk I guess that he/him or they/ them is fine (but it’s actually baguette/baguettes/baguettesel)

Fav music genres: pop, rock, metal, indie, alt rock, punk

Fav music genres (what 2024 spotify wrapped says): Academic Wrestling Modern Rock, Light Academia Movie Tunes Soundtrack, Viking Tavern Bard

Fav color: uhhhh I guess green / black / silver / blue / purple

Fav author: Tolkien (and ao3 writers because that shit is AWESOME)

Joined: I think around September 20th 2024

Fav ships: (oh dear I’m 99% sure I’ll forget one and be disgusted with myself) Kim Dokja x Yoo Joonghyuk, Barty x Evan, Remus x Sirius, James x Regulus, Glorfindel x Ecthelion, Túrin x Beleg, Bilbo x Thorin, Mairon x Melkor, Katara x Zuko, (oh no my mind went blank I can’t remember anymore)

Likes: reading, writing, scrolling on Tumblr, procrastinating, my cat, watching TV, playing video games

Dislikes: spiders, working, being bored

Sexuality: idk probably bi

Blog for when I hit post limit or whatever: @mairon-goth-minion2

💍 I’m married guys (my darling bitch, husband is crime, undercooked baguette and sickly victorian child (affectionate) @l1ve-l4ugh-lov3craft )

Proud member of the Dragonrose army. My fellow soldiers are:

@lirenthenonlyrist @blueberry0409 @look-a-gay @hawaiianshirttaco64 @mrstellmeafuckingsecret

@l1ve-l4ugh-lov3craft @yesiamprocrastinating @aidens-ocean-galaxy @bibeantransbean @aceofspades42

@danaris112 @garden-of-runar @elleeeine @guess1mjustheren0w @lyaxxs

@fictionalsimp09 @harbinger-0f-spring @icrytomyownpoetry @lazyreinelle @sometimesgrows

@fangssss2006 @cimacally @aidens-ocean-galaxy

Btw I’m a spam-liker XD

——

previous events:

[eek-a-tron]

The Earl of Sigvard’s Great Hall set from the VIKINGS series, featured at the Set Decorators Society of America.

[bluejulius]

Enjoy this snippet of Part 2 of my oneshot "Ne'er a Fear of Drowning"

“Gah-! No!!” Snotlout hissed as Eret pinned his hand to the table with a thunk. The small gathering of vikings around him cheered, some threw their hands up in defeat as Eret claimed another arm-wrestling victory. 

“That’s three for me,” Eret proclaimed, releasing Snotlout and turning to his small crowd of gamblers, “Eret, Son of Eret remains undefeated!” 

He was met with slaps on the back and roars of approval. 

Eret and Snotlout’s Arm-Wrestling-Feud had become an almost nightly event over the last couple of days. Ever since they had first tried to out-dance each other in the Great Hall nearly a fortnight ago,  it was the evenings in Toke’s Tavern that had occupied Eret’s thoughts the most. 

“What’s got you smiling like that?” Astrid had cooed when he’d passed her in the stables earlier that day.

“Definitely all the stone I have to transport to the west-side this morning,” Eret had shot back playfully. 

Eret gulped down the rest of his mead now, as he accepted another tankard from one of his supporters. It tasted sweeter these days. “I believe I’ll be accepting my gold now?” Eret smirked at Snotlout, who was shaking his head at him in mock-disbelief. 

“Snotlout, what’re ya doin’, boyo?” an older man, Snotlout’s dad, if Eret recalled, slammed a fist on the table across from them, forming ripples in their drinks. “Jorgensons don’t lose.”

Snotlout rubbed his hand, looking down at his father’s words, lips tightening. Eret paused. He wasn’t about to admit to Spitelout, in front of the people who had placed bets on them, that they’d been amping up the theatrics of their matches to garner a crowd. Eret turned abruptly, “What do you say, Jorgenson? Best of five?” He placed his elbow back on the table, fingers outstretched.

Snotlout’s eyes flashed his signature blue flame, “Oh, it’s on, Son-of-Eret,” He smirked. 

Their hands clapped together as Sigrid the Solid, their referee, reinstated the rules for newcomers with her hands on theirs to ensure no foul play. Once bets were placed, most of them in Eret’s favour, Sigrid lifted her hands from theirs, howling to start the match.

Snotlout’s muscles tensed as he wavered against Eret’s force. He didn’t go down easy, Eret gave him that. Although tonight, he seemed distracted. 

“You don’t normally lose this much,” Eret smirked, “It’s almost impressive.”

“Stop batting your big brown eyes at me, then maybe I won’t,” Snotlout grit his teeth. This time he was staring almost intently at their fists, whereas before his gaze had wandered. Eret huffed at the remark. He was going down. 

“Getting distracted?” Eret cocked an eyebrow. 

Snotlout grinned, “D’you want me to be?” 

They locked eyes. Eret’s heart leapt in his chest as he realised his hand was being lowered to the table, their hands warm in each other’s grip. He scoffed, “Hope you’re not trying to- mnh… fight dirty?” 

Sweat had formed on Snotlout’s brow, softly glistening in the torchlight. “And what would you do if I did?” 

 Eret looked down with a curled lip and exhaled, in fear he might catch flame. His eyes landed instead on Snotlout’s bicep, the muscle twitching and flexing underneath his skin. A map of Hookfang’s teeth littered it in ivory scars. Perhaps it was the mead, or the strength he had to use, but Eret felt the heat inside him rise. Gods, he thought,  I might actually catch fire. 

Although his arms looked soft, when Snotlout’s arm flexed one could notice it was all muscle. Years of wrangling a five-thousand pound dragon could do that to a man. 

Eret’s heart dropped as he felt the back of his wrist press into the wooden table. Snotlout's sabotage had worked. The crowd around them, which had grown, gave a collective shout of surprise as Snotlout broke his losing streak. The Jorgenson stood on his chair and revelled in the praise, chanting his signature, “Snotlout Snotlout, oi oi oi! Take that, Son of Eret!”  

Eret rolled his eyes and leaned back in his stool. “Need I remind you, best of five?” 

“Oh- yeah! Right!” Snotlout scrambled back down. They locked hands once again. “You ready to lose again?” He drawled.

“Are you?”

“Alright, lads, you know the rules,” Sigrid boomed, “Round two in… three… two…-”

“-...Eret?” 

Eret pricked up at the voice. Snotlout instantly thunked Eret’s hand onto the table and the crowd roared, but the arm wrestle was now far down on his list of attention. He searched the crowd wildly, until his eyes picked a familiar face. Eret rose to his feet. His hand left Snotlout’s. 

It couldn’t be.

“Hey-? Hey, Eret,” Snotlout called, waving his hands in confusion, “You just lost on purpose?” 

Some of the crowd parted and turned to follow Eret’s gaze. Engrossed in the match, nobody except maybe Toke had noticed a group of strangers enter Toke’s Tavern. They held no weapons, but looked warily at the vikings, who gave cautious glances back. “Well, well,” Eret grinned in recognition, “Look what the yak dragged in.”

The leader of the group had a white fur that draped across his body, and his eyes glittered a dark blue. A beam spread across his wide face. “Eret , Son of Eret!” He bellowed, stepping forward with open arms, “As I live and breathe!”

“My friend, it’s good to see you!” Eret exclaimed, and rushed into the handshake, which turned into an aggressive embrace. “What brings you all the way out here?”

“Ahem!” Snotlout cleared his throat, appearing beside them almost as if he had jumped from one space in time to another. Eret pulled away, but didn’t take his eyes off his friend. “And just who,” Snotlout eyed up the stranger and jabbed a finger at him, “In the Nine Hels, are you?”

[hanvanmusic]

Viking Warrior Bjorn: From Bloody War to Tavern Tables - A True Story" (in description) #tavernmusic

The true-to-life story of Viking Warrior Bjorn is a gripping tale that ranges from bloody battle to tavern tables. This video tells the story of Bjorn, who lives in a town on the northern coast of Norway, starting a new life in taverns, starting with his victory after a protection war with a foreign army. Bjorn was a mighty Viking soldier and was found to be a brave warrior. One day, the country traveled to a coastal town on the northern coast of Norway, where he met a group of other Viking warriors. These warriors had recently been called into town to fight a foreign army from other parts of Scandinavia. Bjorn began preparations with the other warriors. A few days later, Bjorn and the other Viking warriors set sail for the ship with the foreign army. The battle was bloody and fierce, but Bjorn and the other warriors managed to achieve victory. However, the price of Bjorn's victories was very heavy. In the war, one of his closest friends died, and Bjorn was deeply shaken by his death. After the battle, Bjorn and the other warriors returned to town and went to a tavern to celebrate the victory. In the tavern, Bjorn was brooding over his friend's death. However, a woman he met here gave him encouragement and, by speaking, helped him cling to life again. Bjorn, impressed by the woman's words, decided to move on with life. In the end, Bjorn decided to stay in his town and built a new life there. Using his experience and courage in battle, he helped the townspeople and was considered a hero. Bjorn's life has turned into a story where the war begins with victory but the end is a fresh start in the tavern. Thank you very much for listening. Enjoy relaxing, Sleeping, Meditation Music and have a wonderful day or evening! Medieval Tavern Music🎼: https://bit.ly/3mSRGXf Relaxing Musıc ❤️🎼: https://bit.ly/3npb12h #tavernmusic #InnMusic #FantasyMusic #MedievalMusic

[gunmetalgrey]

For @corruptaxpoliticus from here

“You never tire of it? This one’s on top, then that one… like it would make a difference to the people who eat stale bread.” Even with centuries of wealth under her belt, Alex never full understood the lives of the rich. There was only so much one man could possibly need, and how bored he could become sitting on a golden throne. That had been the fun of her youth, the men in charge were often the ones who fought the hardest. Not that they lived long for their troubles.

Her eyes never left the fire. She had��� an uneasy relationship with the flames. “You should start putting ashes in your hair. You stay rooted to the same place too long and it will become noticeable.”

Alex never made that mistake herself. Her presence was far too fleeting. If he looked, truly looked, Mycroft would be able to see the ravens beak tattoo protruding from her hairline of messy curls tied back in leather, and that one or two of the rings on her fingers were unfamiliar. Little else tended to change about her.

“Young?” Youth was important. Her strength came come her considerable age, so as long as these new faces weren’t old friends in disguise then she needn’t have to worry. “Professor? And a doctor- well, that has to be helpful when it comes to finding dinner. Cheating, really.”