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[boats_n_hoes]

[ It's been a little while now, since Floki arrived in this world. He's had a lot to deal with, emotionally when it comes to the Gods here. Believing that any interaction, involvement or acknowledgement of them is a direct insult to his Gods, the real Gods!

It's also taken him a while to get used to the communication devices. Floki is fluent in Runes, one of the lucky and knowledgeable Vikings that managed to teach himself how to communicate through them. Floki could read and write, understand and create tales through this means, yet the phone device he was given? This was all new and strange.

So, here he was. The first appearance over the network sat in what looked like a beautifully crafted, ornate wooden Viking boat. The head was of Fáfnir, the mythical Midgard Serpent. Floki slumped against he neck of the dragon, a smirk-like sneer pulled over his lips. He placed the phone on the side of the boat, freeing his hands so that he was able to pick up a rather large wooden statue he'd handcarved himself. ]

May the Alföðr himself, bless my boat.

[ Raising both arms to the sky, fingers twitching in random movements, a strange chirp of a giggle left his lips before he stroked the statue with one hand, a gesture of praise with his other, moved down his forehead before kissing the knuckle of his thumb. ]

The true Gods should be pleased to see someone still worships them. I shall be blessed a bountiful life so long as I reject these false deities... And you should all be wise too, turn your back on their lies, for Odin is forgiving of the ignorant and blind but not those who will turn their backs in blasphemy.

[ Turning his head aside, Floki spat at the ground as if he was so disgusted in what he was saying, disgusted that people here fell for the glamour these so-called Gods had them under. ]

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[boats_n_hoes]

[ Floki is a very proud man. He lives by his Gods and would die for his friends and family. Its been hard for him here, having to see beings playing the part of Gods, knowing all along how terribly rude and offensive it was to his own Gods.

As for assuming she was rich because of her race, Floki only knew of the Dwarves from his world- And there they were a rich, stubborn people with wealth beyond comparison. ]

Forgive me, I couldn't tell that you weren't noble.

[ A compliment and a smile. Floki must have liked her? ]

You should be very proud then, to work so hard for your own good. A true honest way to make your way in life.

[paragonbrosca]

[That seems to tickle her, and she chuckles.]

That's one way to put it. I was always a thug, I just learned how to put it to good use. With some help, I'm not asshole enough to claim all the credit.

[The head of a large muscular dog gets in the way and offers a curious grunt, wanting to see who his mistresses is talking to.]

Barkspawn, say hi. [After she nudges him into backing up, he wags his tail and barks.]

[boats_n_hoes]

[ He was about to comment on her being a thug, say something about it being more of a skill to be proud of- then the huge head of a beast-like dog filled up the screen and Floki pulled back with wide eyes. ]

What a beautiful animal.

[ A tilt of his head and curious expression. ]

What kind of beast are you then? Spawn of a Direwolf? Bear and hound mix?

[paragonbrosca]

[Barkspawn runs around in a happy little circle, and she pats him to calm him back down. When he's lined up with her, it's easier to see he's just as tall and just as wide as the dwarven woman.]

He's a mabari! They're a renowned war dog breed from Ferelden; in battle, they're at least as smart as the soldiers they fight with. Off the battlefield, they're pretty social and loyal as fuck. They pick one person to follow and stay with them for life. Remind me to show you his war-paint sometime, it's pretty cool.

[Barkspawn's quick to agree perking up and letting out an eager whine.]

[boats_n_hoes]

[ Floki was pleased to meet a fellow warrior! Aren was cool too joke!

The information she offered was so very interesting. Imagine an animal such as that, loyal following you around for life. They could do with beasts like her back home. ]

Is her soul bonded with yours then? What a beautiful fate. To forever join one in battle and beyond.

[ Floki made a sign at his forehead, with his fingers and thumb, a kind of a blessing in the honour of his Gods for her. ]

[paragonbrosca]

His, but yeah. I saved Barkspawn when I first met him, and he later saved me. We've been together ever since, saving each other's asses.

[Barkspawn lets out a pleased grunt in response to Loki, tilting his head at the sign made. Aren is curious about it, too.]

What does that mean, what you just did?

[boats_n_hoes]

[ It was a moving story indeed. Often when a wild beast is able to warm its soul towards you, they end up being companions for life. Floki liked the idea of having a huge battle dog like Barkspawn.

His musing was interrupted though when she asked about his hand movements. ]

I don't know what it means. It is a feeling, something compelling me to move that way. An acknowledgement to my Gods, for their blessings and for them to watch.

[ It was indeed Floki's religious reaction to something outstanding. ]