It's a few days since they'd moved into together. There's all sorts of strange appliances and things to get used to in the apartment. The beds were comfortable enough and all but Alfred finds himself at a loss with things like refridgerators and the like.
In the living room there was a couch and he drops down onto one of the sides, looking toward Hvitserk's room and he bites his lip. He wants to talk, he doesn't know about what but he's found himself rather enjoying getting to know the Viking better.
"Are you hungry?" Alfred calls toward the other's room, as good of way as any to figure out if he's awake or not.
As expected, Hvitsert hadn't been any help when it came to the appliances. He could barely cook in their own time, so throwing in a handful of modern 'conveniences' just further alienated him.
The house was comfortable enough, however. It was spacious and the furniture was comfortable if a little strange looking.
He'd been sort of half-dozing in the early morning light but perked up at the mention of food, his stomach gurgling at him enthusiastically. He didn't answer, but a moment later his door opened and he peeked out.
Alfred smiled when Hvitserk finally did peek out of his room and he lifted a shoulder. "Not exactly but it is morning and I'm hungry," he said. He hasn't really figured out the whole appliance situation and he's contemplated asking someone who's been here longer to help.
They could figure out something to eat, they had been for a while now. The microwave wasn't so difficult after a few experiments.
"More food showed up yesterday..." He said, making a face. He padded into the kitchen, stifling a yawn and rubbing the back of his hand over one of his eyes. He opened a cupboard, pulling out some bread and revealing some produce he'd been given as well. The cupboard might have seemed like an odd place to put the food, but the refrigerator just hadn't crossed his mind at all.
He frowned a bit, unsure what to really do with any of this to make it a proper meal. Honestly, he was ready to just eat it as is.
Alfred studies the food that Hvitserk brought out and he's not sure what to do with any of it either. His abilities to make food were still limited, although, he has been trying to learn to do so better.
"I heard someone complaining earlier that there is no meat," Alfred says and then frowns. It seems odd to him, there had been meat not so long before.
Hvitserk looked from the food he'd pulled out of the cupboards over to Alfred, expression remarkably close to that of a dog who had just fetched something. His proud, hopeful expression immediately faltered when he met Alfred's gaze. The Saxon looked as lost as he did.
"That does not look like an 'excited and ready to prepare breakfast' face," He said with a frown of his own.
He glanced back at the assortment of food, "I guess we could eat it like it is... and then try to go hunting? I have not seen any animals though..."
Alfred thinks that for now the others idea that they eat it as is would be the best option. Bread and produce doesn't seem to need to be cooked even in his experience but he thinks that they will have to learn how to make food for themselves if they are ever interested in having a hot meal while they are here.
"I have not seen any either but I think these are alright to eat as they are... We should learn how to make things here."
Alfred doesn't think that hvitserk has much more experience than he does in the matter.
Hvitserk recognized some of the vegetables in front of him and promptly snagged a carrot and started munching on it.
"Are you very good at hunting?" He asked, mostly out of curiosity, "I think I remember someone mentioning gardens as well... But we are not really low on vegetables."
He frowned a little as he snagged a tugged a chunk of the bread loaf free. It was food and it would keep them alive, but that really didn't mean it was any good.
Kelson longed from greenery. He'd been to someone's garden before, beautifully green and well kept, until he got to the plants that moved toward you with seemingly malicious intent and he wasn't sure he wanted to go back there again. Still, the partially burned orchards weren't exactly the gardens in Rhemuth castle either, but for the moment it was what he had. And it hadn't tried to kill him either. He'd wandered before, hoping to find some remains of a church, but all he found were temples to malicious criminals and he hadn't been able to bring himself to step into one.
He reached up to grab some fruit, thankfully something he actually recognized and bit into it, thankful for food he knew as food and not canned or packaged. Seeing someone else in the orchards, Kelson went over to him, crown and court silks still.
Alfred had quite early on ditched his ceremonial garb and the crown -- hidden away in the apartment that he shared with Hvitserk and Ivar. He'd changed to more practical pants and tunic, a leather vest at times but not today. He looked up when Kelson came over, surprised by the question.
"The orchard?" he questions. He shakes his head shortly after. "I don't think it really belongs to anyone," he smiles. He notes the other's crown curiously.
Kelson was still a little....shall we say unsure about the people here. Having met Tucker upon coming through the Door, when he was stealing all the boxes of girl scout cookies to sell back to the residents at a later date, well, it left Kelson a little uneasy. And with the lack of materials in the area, he didn't put it past someone to rifle through his things and melt down his crown for something more 'useful'. When he got the ward cubes he'd asked Curufin to make for him, perhaps he'd switch out of his more traditional garb. Once he was sure it was safe.
The idea of land not belong to someone was definitely something Kelson was having to get used too. It was really rather odd, like everything else about this place.
Another thing he was having to get used to. People not knowing who he was. "King Kelson of Gwynedd. And you?"
In all truth, Alfred might have been half relieved if someone would melt down his crown -- though it's really a quite simple one and perhaps it wouldn't actually prove to make anything all that useful or valuable. It was just a piece of metal after all and here it meant nothing and at home it was heavy with the weight of what wearing it meant.
He supposes one of the gods probably own this place but he hasn't particularly had time to really look into who has what. He'd been occupied figuring out how to live in this new environment with new technologies and well.. everything.
There's a moment that Alfred is very tempted not to disclose his real identity. It's already brought him an experience of someone who is from after his lifetime but had known of him because of what he supposes he is destined to accomplish. But in the end, he opts for honesty.
"King Alfred of Wessex." It might or might not mean anything. That's out of his control.
King Alfred of Wessex meant little to Kelson, fortunately. Coincidentally, there was an Alfred who was born around the same time as the Alfred in front of him, however he went into holy orders and eventually became Archbishop. As Kelson's world mirrors his in some respects, Alfred never accomplished what he was destined too. Kelson's accent is actually similar to Alfred's in many respects, but Kelson has a bit Welsh in there as well. He's still in his silk court robes, the golden lion rampant guardian of Gwynedd showing on crimson.
It was nice to meet another king here. Kelson nodded his head in acknowledge of him and the other man's rank. As for melting down the crown, that was the difference between the two wasn't it? Kelson had been king for four years by now, he had a definite sense of what he wanted to accomplish and what kind of king he was and wanted to be. Alfred was still in the beginning throes. Kelson was tired of wearing it too, but taking it off didn't take off the responsibilities, as much as he had tried. He'd still feel the weight.
"I'm not familiar with Wessex. It's a pleasure to meet it's king nonetheless."
Alfred had a clear idea of what kind of King he would be. It was not necessarily that he had ever had his own vision of it but he had been groomed by his grandfather to be a different kind of king. He was not going to be a warrior king like his half brother would have been. Alfred is a decent warrior but his mind for strategy and his ability to empathize and be compassionate to people and strive for peace and unity would be the difference. It's hard to say if perhaps it's his father's influence on him -- despite never meeting him that he ended up rather like him, though less humble -- or his grandfather's guiding hand that had made him the way he is.
All the same, the weight of how he had become king is heavy and being away from his kingdom and his mother makes it harder to see the path that has been laid out for him to walk.
"It is an honor," Alfred offers a friendly smile.
"I still feel like a Prince, though."
The last thing he remembers from home, literally, is his coronation.
The weight of that crown is heavy, even if it's the lightest coronet. Kelson, when he was first crowned, wanted nothing more than to fill his fathers shoes, to be half the king he was. As he grew, Kelson realized he wanted to take the good parts of what made Brion a good king, and discard the others, like the part of Brion that made him less than comfortable with his own inherent abilities. Kelson was not going to be afraid of himself. On the other hand he'd also spent his entire reign trying to make sure his subjects weren't afraid of him. It was a balancing act he hadn't quite managed yet, and had a tendency to hide who he was in order to please his kingdom. Maybe they could help each other.
"I know that feeling well. Just because you've been crowned and consecrated, it doesn't mean you know what to do with it or in any way make you ready. It does get easier. Especially if you have good people behind you."
And if those good people aren't constantly after you to take a wife. But that was Kelson's problem. And he was not ready.
Alfred tries to smile but he's not sure that he has good people behind him. His brother is likely angry and perhaps he would want a way to take the crown that should have been his and his mother...she was driven and he is not sure she always has his best interests at heart, at least how he would prefer. He ends up shrugging.
"Perhaps," Alfred says simply, his worries about how to create a navy, how to completely shift the way that Wessex and the rest of England is and unite the different kingdoms is a chess game that he has yet to figure out where all the pieces even are and here he feels so far removed that it is a constant hum of anxiety in his mind but it feels far out of his ability to plan for.
It was cold and Ivar absolutely hated it. He was used to it, of course, after a lifetime of growing up in such a desolate, gloomy place as Norway, where the snows could get to over the height of a grown man's head in the wintertime. But it didn't mean he had to tolerate it anymore than he did back home.
He was shivering in his own room when he'd decided enough was enough. There was one surefire way he knew to get warm. He just had to hope Alfred wasn't too put-off by it. He went into Alfred's room without even bothering to knock. Instead, he just sat down on the bed like he belonged there and began taking off his leg braces. "It is fucking cold. Move over." Body heat was such a great way to get warm, and considering the culture he was from, Ivar had snuggled up to more than one person during the wintertime. Granted, it was usually his own brothers, but beggars couldn't be choosers right now, could they?
Alfred was cold as well but the idea of going to Ivar about it or anyone else hadn’t crossed his mind. It simply wasn’t done among the English, the royals at least. He looks confused and a bit concerned when Ivar came into his room unannounced, tilting his head with a curious expression as he sat up slightly.
“What are you doing?” Alfred asked, even as he did what Ivar asked. He tended to be a pushover for the Viking more often than not. The connection between his statement and why he was there isn’t made just yet.
Ivar finishes taking off the braces and shifts over until he was right next to Alfred. Normally, he'd be a bit more hesitant about being this close up to the handsome English king, but he's so cold he's ceased to care. "I'm freezing my ass off and need a way to get warm. Body heat has always worked in Kattegat."
He looks expectantly at Alfred. Either he'll say yes, and things will go according plan, or he'll say no and throw Ivar out on his ear.
Alfred looks at Ivar with a hint of uncertainty. He doesn't turn him away though. It reminds him briefly of Hvitserk, which is a thought he pushes away just as quickly as it came. The other Viking had always been invading his personal space as well.
"Okay," he says, shifting to make sure there is room for Ivar. Luckily the room is dim and Ivar can't see the way his cheeks have likely colored a bit. The idea of sharing a bed with Ivar is well... it would be most unseemly back home.
Ivar nods, looking a bit relieved. He was afraid the traditional English stuffiness would win out over the practical concerns. He waits for Alfred to move over and then curls up next to him. Ivar's more solidly built and a little taller, so Alfred ends up as the little spoon in this equation.
Ivar gives out a long sigh. He had been so cold and now at least he'll be warming up bit by bit. "I'm guessing Saxons don't keep warm like this?" He asks using a light tone to keep things from getting too odd between them.
Alfred feels even more flustered at Ivar pressing close to him, warm and solid. He had no idea how to feel about this, biting his lip and there’s an instinctive tenseness that creeped into his shoulders. It’s a strange sensation to be close to the Viking, bringing about the thoughts he had about how attractive he found him. He really shouldn’t be thinking about that now.
“No, never,” Alfred answers. “At least no one that I know.”
"I thought as much. You Saxons are all very reserved." He slides one arm around Alfred's shoulders. It seems like such a casual move, but on the inside, his heart is pounding fast. He's often thought of getting this close to Alfred, but he's never actually done it.
"But then you're missing out," he says with a smirk.
“We are,” Alfred agreed, especially in comparison to the Vikings. He’d seen enough of them to know how much they leaned toward touch. There were few times he could remember that his family had ever been physically affectionate and even so it had been brief. His pulse raced when Ivar’s atm slid around his shoulders, feeling enveloped by the other teen. He swallows, flustered all the more by the way Ivar’s touch made him feel. He’d certainly never had any other experience like it.
“Am I?” Alfred laughs quietly. “It hardly gets so cold in england as it does in the North.”
[ It's Valentine's Day and Donut's all buttered up into his latest outfit all white feathers and toga garb. He's got his lucky bow and a slew of orders to fill! So, he does what Gods do best - he takes the easy way out. Being a literal Flower God chosen by Heaven Donut's got a few nifty abilities in times like these where he needs to delivery dozen and dozen of bouquets all in one day! He's like Santa Claus! And like Santa Claus he plays the part and dresses up in the good old white and red! One at a time, he picks up each special bouquet and teleports - bike and all - to each person!
One moment she might be at home, at the store, out hunting - wherever she might be Hadriel's local self-appointed Cupid comes a knocking wearing the traditional garb of his brethren sitting atop a decorated bike. ]
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Date: 2018-03-01 06:49 am (UTC)In the living room there was a couch and he drops down onto one of the sides, looking toward Hvitserk's room and he bites his lip. He wants to talk, he doesn't know about what but he's found himself rather enjoying getting to know the Viking better.
"Are you hungry?" Alfred calls toward the other's room, as good of way as any to figure out if he's awake or not.
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Date: 2018-03-01 07:19 am (UTC)The house was comfortable enough, however. It was spacious and the furniture was comfortable if a little strange looking.
He'd been sort of half-dozing in the early morning light but perked up at the mention of food, his stomach gurgling at him enthusiastically. He didn't answer, but a moment later his door opened and he peeked out.
"Did you say something about breakfast?"
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Date: 2018-03-01 07:27 am (UTC)They could figure out something to eat, they had been for a while now. The microwave wasn't so difficult after a few experiments.
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Date: 2018-03-04 07:07 am (UTC)He frowned a bit, unsure what to really do with any of this to make it a proper meal. Honestly, he was ready to just eat it as is.
"No meat or anything."
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Date: 2018-03-07 05:05 pm (UTC)"I heard someone complaining earlier that there is no meat," Alfred says and then frowns. It seems odd to him, there had been meat not so long before.
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Date: 2018-03-08 06:41 am (UTC)"That does not look like an 'excited and ready to prepare breakfast' face," He said with a frown of his own.
He glanced back at the assortment of food, "I guess we could eat it like it is... and then try to go hunting? I have not seen any animals though..."
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Date: 2018-03-09 09:20 pm (UTC)"I have not seen any either but I think these are alright to eat as they are... We should learn how to make things here."
Alfred doesn't think that hvitserk has much more experience than he does in the matter.
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Date: 2018-03-13 08:30 pm (UTC)"Are you very good at hunting?" He asked, mostly out of curiosity, "I think I remember someone mentioning gardens as well... But we are not really low on vegetables."
He frowned a little as he snagged a tugged a chunk of the bread loaf free. It was food and it would keep them alive, but that really didn't mean it was any good.
"Even some eggs. Or fish," He practically pouted.
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Date: 2018-04-09 01:55 pm (UTC)He reached up to grab some fruit, thankfully something he actually recognized and bit into it, thankful for food he knew as food and not canned or packaged. Seeing someone else in the orchards, Kelson went over to him, crown and court silks still.
"I don't mean to intrude. Is this yours?"
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Date: 2018-04-11 03:46 pm (UTC)"The orchard?" he questions. He shakes his head shortly after. "I don't think it really belongs to anyone," he smiles. He notes the other's crown curiously.
"Might I be so bold as to ask who you are?"
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Date: 2018-04-11 04:10 pm (UTC)The idea of land not belong to someone was definitely something Kelson was having to get used too. It was really rather odd, like everything else about this place.
Another thing he was having to get used to. People not knowing who he was. "King Kelson of Gwynedd. And you?"
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Date: 2018-04-20 03:16 am (UTC)He supposes one of the gods probably own this place but he hasn't particularly had time to really look into who has what. He'd been occupied figuring out how to live in this new environment with new technologies and well.. everything.
There's a moment that Alfred is very tempted not to disclose his real identity. It's already brought him an experience of someone who is from after his lifetime but had known of him because of what he supposes he is destined to accomplish. But in the end, he opts for honesty.
"King Alfred of Wessex." It might or might not mean anything. That's out of his control.
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Date: 2018-04-20 12:31 pm (UTC)It was nice to meet another king here. Kelson nodded his head in acknowledge of him and the other man's rank. As for melting down the crown, that was the difference between the two wasn't it? Kelson had been king for four years by now, he had a definite sense of what he wanted to accomplish and what kind of king he was and wanted to be. Alfred was still in the beginning throes. Kelson was tired of wearing it too, but taking it off didn't take off the responsibilities, as much as he had tried. He'd still feel the weight.
"I'm not familiar with Wessex. It's a pleasure to meet it's king nonetheless."
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Date: 2018-04-26 10:43 pm (UTC)All the same, the weight of how he had become king is heavy and being away from his kingdom and his mother makes it harder to see the path that has been laid out for him to walk.
"It is an honor," Alfred offers a friendly smile.
"I still feel like a Prince, though."
The last thing he remembers from home, literally, is his coronation.
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Date: 2018-04-26 11:05 pm (UTC)"I know that feeling well. Just because you've been crowned and consecrated, it doesn't mean you know what to do with it or in any way make you ready. It does get easier. Especially if you have good people behind you."
And if those good people aren't constantly after you to take a wife. But that was Kelson's problem. And he was not ready.
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Date: 2018-05-07 08:26 am (UTC)"Perhaps," Alfred says simply, his worries about how to create a navy, how to completely shift the way that Wessex and the rest of England is and unite the different kingdoms is a chess game that he has yet to figure out where all the pieces even are and here he feels so far removed that it is a constant hum of anxiety in his mind but it feels far out of his ability to plan for.
"Do you have an army?"
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Date: 2018-12-30 09:49 am (UTC)He was shivering in his own room when he'd decided enough was enough. There was one surefire way he knew to get warm. He just had to hope Alfred wasn't too put-off by it. He went into Alfred's room without even bothering to knock. Instead, he just sat down on the bed like he belonged there and began taking off his leg braces. "It is fucking cold. Move over." Body heat was such a great way to get warm, and considering the culture he was from, Ivar had snuggled up to more than one person during the wintertime. Granted, it was usually his own brothers, but beggars couldn't be choosers right now, could they?
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Date: 2018-12-30 07:37 pm (UTC)“What are you doing?” Alfred asked, even as he did what Ivar asked. He tended to be a pushover for the Viking more often than not. The connection between his statement and why he was there isn’t made just yet.
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Date: 2019-01-01 03:50 am (UTC)He looks expectantly at Alfred. Either he'll say yes, and things will go according plan, or he'll say no and throw Ivar out on his ear.
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Date: 2019-01-01 05:57 am (UTC)"Okay," he says, shifting to make sure there is room for Ivar. Luckily the room is dim and Ivar can't see the way his cheeks have likely colored a bit. The idea of sharing a bed with Ivar is well... it would be most unseemly back home.
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Date: 2019-01-01 06:16 am (UTC)Ivar gives out a long sigh. He had been so cold and now at least he'll be warming up bit by bit. "I'm guessing Saxons don't keep warm like this?" He asks using a light tone to keep things from getting too odd between them.
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Date: 2019-01-01 06:29 am (UTC)“No, never,” Alfred answers. “At least no one that I know.”
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Date: 2019-01-01 06:55 am (UTC)"But then you're missing out," he says with a smirk.
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Date: 2019-01-01 07:01 am (UTC)“Am I?” Alfred laughs quietly. “It hardly gets so cold in england as it does in the North.”
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Date: 2019-02-24 04:31 pm (UTC)One moment she might be at home, at the store, out hunting - wherever she might be Hadriel's local self-appointed Cupid comes a knocking wearing the traditional garb of his brethren sitting atop a decorated bike. ]
Hiya!
I'm the new Cupid in town with a Special Delivery!