"HELLO LITTLE FRIEND YOU ARE NICE!" Boomed Fandral's voice while at the party, because he would find a dog that he could pet, and he would decide to befriend said god. "YOU LOOK LIKE A BEAR! I LIKE BEARS. OUR FRIENDS FOUGHT ONE ONCE! YOU ARE A MIGHTY FOE!" But, he was just a dog. And Joseph was repeating this over and over in Fandral's head dude, it's a dog, can you calm down for a fucking second? Please? but it was no use. Fandral in the moral world was way too amusing, and Fandral was very happy to be exploring all these new things.
Fandral was also drunk off his ass, because he didn't have anything that being an Asgardian would normally grant him. So his drinking tolerance was way too low. His strength was non-existent. And he was susceptible to everything, be it tricks, magic, too many drinks, or anything else. Granted, he was always susceptible to flirtations of attractive women, but that was something that he always had. Joseph and Fandral had that in common: both men were easily swayed by beautiful women, and they quite honestly made no difference in how both men reacted.
Of course, Joseph tried to get Fandral to stay away from a certain ex of his, but neither men could actually stop the pheromones taking over or changing them in a way that they couldn't expect. (And well...it wasn't as if he wasn't getting out of it but still.) But once they under the thralls, there wasn't much he could do. Right? Right.
But getting drunk and having lots of sex and "WHY IS BEING A MORTAL SO BAD?!" Fandral found himself wondering out loud, because really what was so bad about all of this! Of course, he couldn't enjoy a good strong mead because it might actually kill him, and his best friend Thor couldn't hug him without completely crushing his bones, and he was pretty sure that if he ever managed to piss off the Lady Sif that his arms would literally be torn off and there would be nothing to do, but being a mortal couldn't be that bad, right?
Until he was in an alleyway and was surrounded by people trying to mug him, and when he fought back his punches weren't as good and his fighting wasn't so great, and he cut up and bruised so easily and...suddenly Fandral was not so happy about being moral anymore. Even if there were fun bear dogs and good drinks and sexy women. If he couldn't fight, what good was he? If he couldn't fight and protect Midgard for as long as he was here, what good was he? And the men eventually left him alone, as if to teach him a lesson, and Fandral wasn't sure if it was a bad group that he knew, or one that Joseph was hunting in his own investigations. Maybe both.
But he would be no use to anyone like this. "MORAL FRIEND WE MUST GET BETTER AT FIGHTING!" Fandral said out loud, as others walked by him thinking he was crazy, "Hello nice lady! I enjoy your hat!" He called out to a woman in a hat walking by him, and she quickly kept walking as Fandral had made his mind up, and ignored Joseph telling him over and over it was a bad idea. "We must train with Thor! He will help us!"
Even if Thor could quite possibly accdentally kill Fandral due to his hugs, but yeah sure, training with him would be fine. Right?
"BUT FIRST WE MUST DRINK MORE!" Fandral laughed and Joseph cringed.
He was going to die. Joseph was going to die thanks to a dumb Asgardian and he was just going to die.
Fandral was also drunk off his ass, because he didn't have anything that being an Asgardian would normally grant him. So his drinking tolerance was way too low. His strength was non-existent. And he was susceptible to everything, be it tricks, magic, too many drinks, or anything else. Granted, he was always susceptible to flirtations of attractive women, but that was something that he always had. Joseph and Fandral had that in common: both men were easily swayed by beautiful women, and they quite honestly made no difference in how both men reacted.
Of course, Joseph tried to get Fandral to stay away from a certain ex of his, but neither men could actually stop the pheromones taking over or changing them in a way that they couldn't expect. (And well...it wasn't as if he wasn't getting out of it but still.) But once they under the thralls, there wasn't much he could do. Right? Right.
But getting drunk and having lots of sex and "WHY IS BEING A MORTAL SO BAD?!" Fandral found himself wondering out loud, because really what was so bad about all of this! Of course, he couldn't enjoy a good strong mead because it might actually kill him, and his best friend Thor couldn't hug him without completely crushing his bones, and he was pretty sure that if he ever managed to piss off the Lady Sif that his arms would literally be torn off and there would be nothing to do, but being a mortal couldn't be that bad, right?
Until he was in an alleyway and was surrounded by people trying to mug him, and when he fought back his punches weren't as good and his fighting wasn't so great, and he cut up and bruised so easily and...suddenly Fandral was not so happy about being moral anymore. Even if there were fun bear dogs and good drinks and sexy women. If he couldn't fight, what good was he? If he couldn't fight and protect Midgard for as long as he was here, what good was he? And the men eventually left him alone, as if to teach him a lesson, and Fandral wasn't sure if it was a bad group that he knew, or one that Joseph was hunting in his own investigations. Maybe both.
But he would be no use to anyone like this. "MORAL FRIEND WE MUST GET BETTER AT FIGHTING!" Fandral said out loud, as others walked by him thinking he was crazy, "Hello nice lady! I enjoy your hat!" He called out to a woman in a hat walking by him, and she quickly kept walking as Fandral had made his mind up, and ignored Joseph telling him over and over it was a bad idea. "We must train with Thor! He will help us!"
Even if Thor could quite possibly accdentally kill Fandral due to his hugs, but yeah sure, training with him would be fine. Right?
"BUT FIRST WE MUST DRINK MORE!" Fandral laughed and Joseph cringed.
He was going to die. Joseph was going to die thanks to a dumb Asgardian and he was just going to die.