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Floki wanders through the back door, gnawing on a large chicken leg. Upon seeing the shieldmaiden without a shield practicing in the field, he flops down onto the porch steps to watch. And eat.

She notices that she is being watched and decides to show off. Picking up the pace and difficulty.

The immortal does love attention.

Floki notices that she noticed being noticed. He smirks and licks chicken grease off his fingertips.

Amanda slows down as she starts to chuckle.

She has missed Milliways.

He strips bits of remaining meat off the bone.

"Don't slow down on my account, I am just a humble observer," he says, his tone wryly playful, helped along by his lilting, almost sing-song accent.

"Humility is overrated." A brief shake of her head with another smile and then she returns to her former pace. Sweat begging to drip down her forehead.

"The opposite of humility may actually suit some people better than others," he remarks, as he finishes off his snack and wipes his hands on the grass.

"I prefer to be bold." Amanda stops practicing and sheaths her sword. Walking over to him she offers her hand, "Amanda"

"Bold is also good," he concedes agreeably.

When she approaches and offers a hand, he stares up at her dumbly for a second (Viking manners, what are they), before rising to his feet. He doesn't shake her hand, but clasps her forearm in a warrior's greeting.

"Floki."

There are an axe, an adze, and sheathed seax on his belt. They could be tools or weapons or both.

Amanda is old enough to have had dealing with Vikings so she doesn't bat an eye at the greeting.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." glancing at his belt, "What do you use those for?"

"I am a shipbuilder," he says, resting a hand on the head of the axe. "I use them to cut and shape the wood. And I also use them in battle."

"Handy" she says with another glance at the axe.

"From whence do you hail? And I suppose where?"

"Indeed," he replies with a grin.

"I am from Kattegat, in the North. I have heard people from the future call the region-- Scandinavia. We are known as Vikings."

"I had a few run-ins with Vikings." there is a mischievous look in her eyes. "Those were good times."

"Ooh, were they, now?" he crows, amused.

"But where are you from, then? And how is it that you have such skill with a sword? Do you see much battle?"

"Yes, so much trouble. So much fun." she chuckles.

"I'm from 2015, a place called Los Angeles. A city that I wouldn't think exists in your time. I see as little battle as possible though sometimes it's unavoidable and I find it's best to be prepared."

"You should meet my friend Ragnar Lothbrok, if you have not already. We have had many, many years of trouble and fun," he says with a grin.

Year numbers mean nothing to him, but he nods, sensing that 2015 is very far from his own time.

"What do you do, if you are not a shieldmaiden?"

The term being a catch-all for 'women who fight.'

"I have not yet met him. It's been a while since I've come to Milliways. I would love to hear stories." and maybe join them, then she reminds herself that she is being good.

"At the moment I own a club. In my time a club is a tavern open at night for drinking and dancing. Though fewer bar fights."

"Oh, Ragnar and I have many stories from all the raids we have been on. You will not be disappointed," he assures her.

"And yes, I have heard of clubs," he then says, though it's still odd to associate a tavern with a word that usually means a blunt instrument. "I know a vampire here who runs such an establishment in his own time."

"And I will return the favor." she assures him, "For I have many stories."

"I'll admit I don't always keep track of how words evolve." her attention is usually on other pursuits. "I certainly enjoyed starting brawls." tilting her head, "How about you?" adding, "But not in Milliways of course."

He blinks at her, as if she'd just said something absurd.

"Starting brawls? Me?"

He sounds so innocent!

"I do not start brawls!"

(Certainly not like that one time he snatched a gold crucifix off a Saxon soldier's neck while Ragnar was trying to negotiate with them and they ended up killing the whole squad on the beach right there and then, no, of course not.)

"All right, sometimes. I do have-- impulses."

His grin is a wicked grin.

"Impulses can be fun." her grin matches his. "They can be a lot of trouble too." though she has already said what she thinks of trouble.

She isn't even trying to pretend like she is a good girl.

Floki only pretends when he has to, but when he does, he's very good at it. A trickster and mischief-maker by namesake and nature.

So it doesn't concern him what she thinks of trouble. To him it ought to be a given.

"And are you feeling any impulses now?" he teases.

"Now and again." she teases back.

Also, not concerned with what he thinks.

"It would be a terrible thing for all these impulses to run about unchecked," he tsks, shaking his head, and not bothering to rein in a smirk.

"That all depends on how good one is at avoiding or at least dealing with the authorities." she grins wickedly recalling the lack of authorities in the century.

"That is true. No one should be above the law, but that doesn't mean we can't get under or around it when necessary."

"Not above, but then sometimes I have found myself under the law." there are times she misses that lifestyle but less often these days.

"You sound as if you have done much, much more than learn to use a sword and run a club in your lifetime," he says with an eyebrow inquisitively raised.

"Yes, the sword is a tool of last resort. And the club is honest work. Something that hasn't always appealed to me."

"How about you? Is ship building all you do with your time?"

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He snorts a chuckle at her last statement, but at her question he bobs his head in a nod.

"Yes, building and designing ships is my life. The gods have given me this gift. I am a carpenter by trade, so I know how to build many things, but the ships are the most important to Ragnar's and our people's success, and it is where my heart lies."

"It is good to do what you love. Anything else isn't worth doing." she gives a warm smile then sighs. "I suppose I should get back to my training."

With a bow of her head, "It was nice to meet you Floki."

[OOC: it's time for Amanda's mun to go to bed.]

"Likewise, Amanda," he says with a grin and a nod.

"The next time we meet, let us drink and share stories."

And with that, he watches her return to her spot on the field, before he heads back into the bar.