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hello ! this is a private writing blog for an mcu-based angrboða. sideblog, follows back from @gtaway. please see below the cut for a basic overview !

#ooc.

SHE WAS WORRIED and she couldn’t hide it; clearly painted on her features, she had tried to SEE where Thor had been gone to and yet she failed, her dreams empty and plagued by her mind unable to rest. So she sought help. And where else could she find help but with a woman who felt so familiar and yet always was so far away. A smile flashed at her but it did not reach her eyes and as soon as the question is addressed to her, it fades quickly away.

“I do. He had been gone for so long and… I am worried his mission will not have succeeded and that Hel won’t let him go.” She did not like to say it and the words only left her lips slowly while her hands were playing restlessly with the belt around her waist. “New Asgard needs him and – I am so angry at him but so worried that he will never return.”

this is an ache she knows too well herself ; to love someone who cannot stay, to love someone who will always love something else more. she wants to tell sif that she is lucky, for it is family that thor would do anything for . . . but loki would have gone to the end of the nine and back for their children, and it would have made no difference. some things are doomed from the start. angrboda steps back into the house, waving at sif to follow her. inside, it’s only slightly warmer than the winter air, but she hopes it will be enough.

“ thor won’t give up. you know that well as i. ” so if he does not come back . . . it means he has truly encountered the impossible. even gods die, and die, and die. “ new asgard needs you. you, who are not so reckless as to storm off to face death herself. sif ⸻ you will be queen. ”

#writing.#vegvisr

“Am I that obvious?” The question is buried against Angrboda’s form, and the knit of her brows smooths once more under such a touch. Flexing her fingers uselessly, Hel hesitantly returns the gesture. Hopefully the rareness of the embrace will make up for its ineptitude. “It’s … Well, I feel rather foolish now that I’ve come all this way for this reason alone.”

“ only to your mother. ” their eyes crinkle with fondness as they release hel, stepping back to look her up and down. an old habit, passed on from a lifetime of dealing with her father. physical wounds before spiritual. only once she’s certain her daughter is safe does she seem to relax. “ oh, not alone. it’s been too long since i’ve seen you, anyways.”

#sinnhelmingr #writing.

“ AH. Well, I suppose if it’s you doing it I won’t mind. However let’s perhaps SKIP IT ENTIRELY. Resurrections can get so messy and I’d hate for you to get hoodwinked into some contract for your freedom or some such on my account. ”

“ it’s not my freedom i’m bargaining. i’ve sold thor’s soul six times by now. six? seven. ”

#tricksire #writing.

“ VERY CUTE. We both know I AM THE HEAT dear Angrboda. But PLEASE keep the death threats to a minimum you know I get so many it’s getting hard to tell which are JOKES. ”

“ oh, loki. it wasn’t a joke. i like that you think that, though. delusion is a good look on you. ”

“ i’d bring you back, at least. been too long since i made a deal with an ancient being. ”

#the mcu cant read #me either though #tricksire #writing.

He places a hand on his chest protectively. “ But that doesn’t mean you have to ACT ON IT. ”

“ can’t take the heat, get away from the hearth. i think you’d survive. ”

#tricksire #writing.

“ ET TU , Angrboda ? ”

“ you started it, loki. ”

#xoxoo #tricksire #writing.

@leasung / “ let go of my hand.”

lesson number one of loving loki has always been to listen. lesson number two has been to know when to step away. sometimes, she’s convinced she’s the only one who’s ever bothered to learn this about loki ; all over them, she sees scars left by those who haven’t learned. angrboda drops their hand immediately, then takes a deliberate step back. i want you here, but i won’t keep you here.

“ loki. ” she’s cautious but not calculated, honest as she has always been with them. “ take your damn shoe off. you’re tracking gods-know-what into my house. ”

one eyebrow raises as she leans back against the sink; the thing creaks under her weight, and she makes a note to fix that. later. she draws a breath in through her mouth, holds it three seconds, then huffs it out through her nose. a certain thunder god suggested the technique, many years ago. it’s not so much the breathing that calms her as it is thor’s honest belief that it would help.

“ i wanted to burn it. to set aflame everything that was once ours and to see what might rise from the ashes. i only stopped because i was worried i was sounding too much like you. ”

how do you go back, to a place that ought to have been a home? to the house your children were born in, only to be buried in the field out back? she hates that place. hates it more than she’s ever hated anything. broken promises litter the ground, so sharp they cut her with each step she took. every corner held a memory she longs to forget. there’s an old question that she can’t get out of her head ⸻ if your child dies, are you still a parent?

she wants the answer to be no. more than anything, she wants it to be no.

“ maybe i should have. maybe it would have helped. i don’t know. hel, i don’t know if i want to talk about it with you, or with anyone. i don’t know if it’s good for either of us to keep coming back to this. i just thought you should know. that i’d been back. that’s all. ”

#:)#leasung #writing.#child death /

“ I’m QUITE LITERALLY BULLETPROOF. I’m not exactly worried about a WOODEN STAKE. ”

“ okay, hold still, then. ”

#:)#tricksire #writing.

⸻ @sinnhelmingr / starter !

“ hel⸻ ” there is nothing but warmth radiating from this goddess of the cold as she rises to embrace her daughter, and her normally stern face has softened into joy. “ tell me what troubles you, daughter. i know better than to expect these visits when all is well. ”

#ok if we need something more specific to start with LET ME KNOW and i can rewrite #sinnhelmingr #writing.

⸻ @odisn / starter !

“ even loki doesn’t have a death-wish strong enough to tell you where i live . . . so please inform sigyn that you are the last asgardian she is to give my address to. ” despite sharp words, the woman greets him with a warm smile. “ and remind her that it was her that i summoned. tell me you come bearing news of something other than sorrow, thor ⸻ it has been a long winter. ”

there’s only the slightest amount of fear reflected in her eyes, and she’s quick to look away ; her own brothers and sisters are gone, lost to jotunheim’s desecrated landscape. her family has dwindled to two, perhaps three, if she counts the man in front of her. she rarely does. sigyn and loki ⸻ loki, who has frozen her heart, and sigyn, who has thawed it. if something has happened to sigyn . . . but she cannot think of that.

“ are you still as uncertain with your seiðr as you were the last time we spoke? i called for her for a reason, but . . . if you are here . . . ”

#sigyn is fine she just needed thor out of the palace for.. reasons?#she said 'thor get a hobby'#odisn #writing.

⸻ @vegvisr / for sif ♡

she wonders if sif might have been a sister once, had the fates twisted their threads differently. instead, she and sif are little more than strangers, bound neither by blood nor by family. ( her family is dead and buried, and she does not long for another. those days are behind her. )

instead of fondness, it is a shared sense of sorrow that leads angrboda to welcome the other woman into her home. she knows that look in sif’s eyes, has seen it in her own more than once. damn these odinsons.

“ you seek thor? ”

#maybe when . . . thor disappears?? before sif & thor are engaged?#vegvisr #writing.

⸻ @liesmth / starter !

" i thought you said you were going to impress me. ” she pauses, raising an eyebrow ; perhaps it is not wise to provoke someone whose skill is beyond her own, but she’s bored enough she doesn’t care. “ i’ve met midgardians better at magic tricks than this. they don’t teach you well on asgard? ”

#miss boda woke up today and chose straight violence i guess #liesmth #writing.#loki: definitely better at magic than boda #boda: wow.. do better :/

searamour

raven reyes

#boda.

loptgangandi.

He lets her move him without protest and with a slightly crooked grin. After all, it’s her couch, and he doesn’t mind sharing it.

It’s not a sentiment that the cat – who had previously been curled up on Loki’s stomach – tends to share, but she at least doesn’t seem to be holding a grudge for being displaced. He snorts softly, and as Boða wraps an arm around his shoulders, he instead stretches back out and lays his head in her lap.

“ Ah, this ? It’s called The Prince – one of the most popular books on Midgard now, I’m told. Which … terrifies me slightly, if I’m honest. It’s obviously satire – even the most self-serving creature would not earnestly write something like this without some sense of self-awareness, if only because doing so would make his name synonymous with callous pragmatism – but something tells me the subtlety might have been lost on those who most loudly sing its praises. Norns forbid they actually take it as an earnest manual for how a leader ought to conduct himself. ”

“ obviously, ” she encourages him, scratching the cat’s head as it settles beside them before shifting her attention to loki’s hair, beginning to weave little braids into it. she’s getting better at making them something more than utilitarian ( the plaits she gives herself are always messy and uneven, but that does not suit him.)

this is what had first drawn her to him: his excitement when it comes to sharing all that he is interested in. it had held her focus during the first dinner they had shared, and the days after ; she tells thor, on every occasion which she is unfortunate enough to be drawn into conversation with him, that it is the only thing that spared their party’s lives.

“ and if they become too unruly, will your father not swoop in and save them? ” though the words from any other might be sharp criticism of asgard’s royal family, she trusts that loki will know she cares little enough about his family’s policy, so long as she is left alone.

#loptgangandi #writing.

it’s too cold for midgard, and though she cannot deny the thrill of relief that runs through her body after too long in this too warm realm, it is not enough to outweigh her rising frustration at the complications this will cause. she is not fond of gardening, lacks the patience for it, finds the herbs hanging to dry in her kitchen far easier to handle than those that grow fresh from the ground. this frost promises countless hours on her knees in the dirt, trying to coax life back into frozen plants.

the knock on the door that pulls her out of these thoughts is far from welcome, but when she opens the door to see the æsir prince she has become so fond of this winter, she cannot maintain her ire. she raises an eyebrow, but a smile quickly replaces her frown, and she steps aside, welcoming him into the cabin.

“ tell me thor didn’t follow you here. ”

@loptgangandi

#FINALLY #so sorry abt the wait LOL #writing.#loptgangandi