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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. ]

Comments

[boats_n_hoes]

Is that a challenge? To impress you? Te-Hee!

[ That was true, it was hard to judge by just meeting two, however she had met two of the best. Ivar the Boneless and Floki the Boatbuilder, two names that would have tales and fables told about them in years to come. ]

It is true, I doubt many if any of the other men here even have a single calloused finger between the lot of them.

We shall need to toughen them up. If they are to crew my precious Angrboða.

[abyssalarcana]

It can be.

[Said with a shrug. The name of his ship catches her attention, as he talks and as she continues to look it over, with all its beautiful woodwork.]

Angrboða? What does that mean?

[boats_n_hoes]

[ Floki will gladly take the challenge up then! He liked having a reason to be. ]

Angrboða... The one who brings grief ... She-who-offers-sorrow. She was a beautiful Giantess.

[ And also the name of his departed daughter, Odin rest her soul. ]

A fitting name for a ship that will take a new Goddess into the unknown.

[abyssalarcana]

It's a beautiful name.

[And she certainly smiles at him calling her a goddess once again - but offers no humility or any attempt to downplay it, naturally.]

You have giants in your world too, then? What kinds?

[Have they arrived recently? She wants to ask - but she'll wait for his answer first.]

[boats_n_hoes]

[ Floki smiled as she complimented the name he had chosen. Though, when she moved onto her questions, he dipped around the side of her, tracing fingers over the grooves he'd carved into the wood. ]

Yes. Frost Giants. They dwell in Jötunheimr, and try always to enter Asgard. Naughty Giants.

[ He actually liked the Giants, though others were often scared off by their size and history of being violent and boarish. ]

[abyssalarcana]

Frost Giants! I've never seen one myself, but we have those as well in the nearest material plane. Absolutely massive, from what I've heard.

[Isolationist, though, and those who see them are either welcomed guests or targets of their wrath, with little in between. Once certainly isn't likely to stumble across them on accident, with their homes on tall, remote mountaintops.]