video; un:floki

[boats_n_hoes]

[ Floki has been here a little while now, preferring to keep himself to himself, avoiding his roommates and generally being a bit more upset and unsettled that he's here that he's letting on.

It had taken a few attempts to get used to his smartphone, having nothing like it back in his own world. So, Floki was just pretending it was some kind of magic rune, one that could show you visions and voices if you used it. ]

I want information...

[ A close up of his face showed that of a homemade wooden mask, in the likeness of the God Loki. His accent was that of Northen, Norse to be exact and the Viking had a very unique sound about him like everything was a question or a riddle. ]

I don't care very much for the people here, nor do I wish to bed alongside them. So tell me, are the woodlands outside of the settlement habitable.. I'm asking for a friend Te-hee!

[ There was no friend, Floki just didn't like being as direct as was sometimes needed. He laughed, that strange, hiccup sounding laugh of his and twitched his fingers about periodically as he awaited an answer. ]

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[boats_n_hoes]

[ Floki couldn't keep the smile from his face at her words. He was proud of Ivar, so proud indeed! Had he taken his one town? Wessex wouldn't have known what had hit it if he fought with the rage and hatred he showed as a young boy. And Gyda!? Floki had always wanted to see her fight! Sure, she seemed content to manage hearth and home but her mother was a famous Shieldmaiden and her father Ragnar Lothbrok! She could be anything she wanted to be!. He chuckled at that, so happy and in glee. ]

Te-hee! The Gods are surely in both your favours.

[ Well, he was in a good mood... Right up until that last part. Floki tried to keep his distaste from showing on his face. ]

So you father still keeps his pet? Heh...

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Ivar likes him as well. [She smirks at him, like she knows something he doesn't-which was the case.] He..Ivar..said he would get me my own christian when he left for awhile back home, but he never had time.

[She made an aside gesture. She was only partially serious when she made the request after all.] I was just glad he came back with stories to tell.

[boats_n_hoes]

What is there to like?

[ A genuine question! Floki was baffled, completely puzzled. It was like inviting your enemy into your home, letting them learn all they could from you to use against you later? How could they all be so blind!? ]

You could have a better slave than a filthy Christian, Gyda. They are good for nothing, should never be trusted. Do you understand?

[ It was such a shame she felt the way she did about the monk, though it wasn't her fault. Her father had encouraged her, he was to blame here. Floki sighed, letting it drop, for now, he could deal with this later. ]

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Because he doesn't judge him. [She knew because Ivar..didn't entirely tell her, but she could tell that the priest had grown on him] He knows what Ivar is capable of and that doesn't repel him.

[The knowing smile returned.] You shouldn't be so worried about the Christians, Floki. The stories of the gods are still around even after centuries, the gods still walk among us-I'll show you.

[She gets off the table and carries the device to her room, going to a draw in her desk and pulling out what looks like a thin booklet and shows it to the camera feed. On the front cover, the image of a man, though of different design Floki would still recognize him as the god Thor.] You see? The gods have their stories here as well. The details are different but they are still the same.

[There's also the underlining fact that she's even able to read them-something she wouldn't have been able to do in Kattegat. Yet, they also didn't have comics either.]