Returned, Always

I, Odin Borsson, Allfather, have returned. How badly has Asgard and all the realms fared in my absence? [Independent RP blog.] SCMMusicPlayer.init("{'skin':'skins/black/skin.css','playback':{'autostart':'true','shuffle':'false','volume':'100'},'playlist':[{'title':'Highlands','url':'http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBUKa_eYRuQ'},{'title':'Code of Honor','url':'http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2hUC1X5_zFM'},{'title':'Onwards to Valhalla','url':'http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rPuqSL95-XQ'}],'placement':'bottom','showplaylist':'false'}");

[heofninenights-blog]

((OOC: Not dead!))

((Mun has been busy with college, and will return to Odin in the near future.))

[heofninenights-blog]

Fallen

[thundererodinson-deactivated201]

He tried to be as careful yet as quick as he could be, the reactions to the needle causing him to have to force himself to continue. This was painful for him and much more so for Loki, if the shaking was anything to go by. Thor hated this, his temper only kept in check by the fact Odin would not put up with disobedience from Thor. It was easier this way, as much as it didn’t feel like it.

He was upset with himself for not paying more attention when Frigga had at least tried to get him to pay attention to how she would mend his clothes, to how she would sew and embroider. But no one could ever expect to be doing this, so how was he to know?

Thor kept a loose grip on Loki’s jaw, more cupping it than anything else. He was halfway done, now, not too much more to go. He stopped a moment to run one hand through Loki’s hair, as much for his comfort as for his brother’s, but received a completely different reaction than expected. His brother shook and tried to gasp, but only whimpered and shuddered, his green eyes open wide in pain. Damn it.

“I’m sorry,” Thor said softly, unsure of what to do. Touching — again — would only make it worse. He decided to continue, then. Seeing Loki this vulnerable for the first time in years drew many emotions from him, mostly sadness. He continued passing the thick needle and twine in and out of Loki’s lips, in and out, in and out… Done.

He broke and tied the twine, taking the cloth to wipe Loki’s face and then his own hands. He didn’t know what would happen now, what would be done with Loki, what even he would do with himself now. Asgard needed him to go about his duties, yes, and he had the Warriors Three as well as Sif to spend time with, but now… His brother was home again, silenced and punished but he was home. 

[malachitemischief-blog]

Thor was sorry. But for what? So many things he would hear the Thunderer apologize for, and yet, Loki knew this was none of them. Thor did not have the insight for that. He did not think past the moment, and even then, chose the wrong thing to feel remorse for. He referred to the physical pain—the blood, the scars—likely did not even realize what lurked beneath. Loki knew he should not blame Thor for that—how could he be expected to know his brother’s mind when it so often confounded the Trickster himself?—but he did.

Loki closed his eyes so he did not have to see that stupidly earnest face and did not open them again until the cloth left his chin. Even then, he would not look at Thor, gaze finally downcast as had been expected of him throughout the proceedings. It was not penitence, however, that lowered his head, and as soon as he had composed himself, forced his breathing back to normal and wiped the damp from his eyes, he sought Odin where he sat upon his throne. Are you satisfied, now? his scornful glare asked. Has Thor, at least, been redeemed in your fickle esteem?

[heofninenights-blog]

His son was a willful boy, to so defy his wishes of carrying out the task in obedience. But to hope for something to be done so blindly by one so contaminated with heart, well...Odin could not have expected anything else. He had not been so warm in his own youth, for to be warm and caring was death under most circumstances.

Loki looked at him then, slight bruising already forming around the minute puncture wounds. At least Thor had not completely made a mess of it. Loki's gaze held nothing but wry questioning, and he returned it with a lowering of his own head, a frown upon his lips.

If he were to smirk now, to show any joy for the moment won, then he would not only confirm what all the realm knew--his cruelty--, but he would inspire yet more consequence from his son.

He had no wish to hurry what was to come regardless.

[heofninenights-blog]

Fallen

[heofninenights-blog]

What a heady thing his youngest was, with those gleaming eyes that smirked when his mouth could not. Ever smirking. His youngest. Foolish, he was, for still thinking of Loki as his own. Would if he could have severed that tie back then, on that snowy night. He could not kill Laufey, and he could not kill Loki.

He could not kill Loki.

Images meant for a time when shaking hands grabbed tattered shields and broken swords swarmed his mind and he remembered the three sisters who had spoken to him among the roots of that great tree. He tasted the woody ash and felt the leaves rustle even now. Be gone, vile thoughts. But he remembered now, he had never forgotten. He could not allow himself to forget. Loki still had a part to play.

“Then how would you see him punished? The man you still call your brother harbors no such kindness for you, nor the rest of his kin.” He met Loki’s eyes. “Asgardian or Jotun.” He stepped down and neared them, coming near enough to see the concerned anxiousness in Thor’s posture, the oddly wet shine to his eyes. He saw the raw hatred in Loki’s and knew it for what it was.Still a part to play.

“Would that my son knew his place. I would have you, Loki, remember that we are your family, and we care enough to invoke pain in order to heal. Laufey saw to it that you would die an infant, cold and alone.” A warmonger. A child in exchange for peace. “He would have silenced you before you had voice to give protest.”

He came up to stand right before Loki, voice hard, and distant. “I would take your voice again, so that you know what need be sacrificed for peace. So that you will learn.”

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Thor’s brow furrowed as Odin asked him how Loki should be punished, then, but he was spared the decision. Whether that was a good thing or not was to be seen.  He winced inwardly at the comment of Loki no longer harbouring kindness for him. It was painfully obvious to him what Loki thought of him at the moment, nothing more than a nuisance that insisted on ruining his plans, but to be reminded of it was painful. 

He took a moment to glance at his brother, who had a look of defiance and amusement in his eyes. Did he not realize what was happening here? The possibility of him losing his life was growing by the moment… Until Father suggested something else.

Taking his voice? What did he mean by that? He blinked at his father, he did not mean to remove his tongue… He frowned. If it spared Loki losing his head, so be it, then. It would be better to lose the voice that had been at his side near constantly for the past thousand years than to lose the man completely. He lowered one of his hands to rest it on Mjolnir’s handle, loosely and merely for some semblance of comfort. This was all necessary, yes, but it did not mean he enjoyed it.

“What do you intend to do, then?”

[malachitemischief-blog]

Loki’s stomach bottomed out as the Warrior-King pronounced his punishment, but he did not let it show. He would not give Odin the satisfaction of seeing his fear and doubt. Instead, he craned his head upwards to once again lock eyes with the Allfather. As you do not allow me voice to protest my sentencing, now? that look mocked. Your love humbles me. Truly, I am fortunate to know your mercy, which so surpasses that of my birth father.

His façade of strength became harder to maintain as he felt his warden shift nervously beside him, and he dropped his gaze lest it show in his eyes. Just what lie in store if even Thor had enough sense in that thick head to feel worry? His voice. His sword and shield, the one talent he could truly call his own. Without it, he was nothing—was less than nothing. In that moment he was thankful for his fetters that prevented him from licking his lips in anxiety or wringing his hands in agitation. He mustn’t show weakness.

[heofninenights-blog]

Like the falling of that massive hammer, Mjolnir, coming down to destroy with vicious strength and light, Odin let his words fall.

"Sew his lips with twine so that not even he may have the strength to speak. Cage that tongue of his under spikes of blood."

Knowing when their purpose arose, two Einherjar approached, one baring a silver platter with a threaded needle, the other a warm cloth. The items were held out for Thor to receive, the choice of rejection ripped from him. Odin's expression was enough to convey that.

"Take the time you need, but I will see it done before me in this hall before nightfall."

He turned and reclaimed his seat on the high throne and let his weighted gaze settle solely on Loki's.

[heofninenights-blog]

Fallen

[heofninenights-blog]

When they entered his hall he did not bother to stand. Let Thor walk the bastard Jotun traitor, his once-son, to the dais. Let him arrive for his due punishment. He stood Gungnir by his side, so that he could clasp his hands together, seemingly pondering what he’d already long ago decided.

It had been so long since he’d last seen Loki. The boy looked sickly, covered in minor wounds and muzzled. Odin sighed, regretting many a thing in that moment. Too many moments to even comprehend.

He finally stood, arms at his side. He need not gesture to invoke obedience along with his words, his stance was enough to make most cower where they stood. Thor dipped his head, and yet Loki stared on. Brave, that. And foolish.

“I have the mind to eradicate what I should have long ago. Inform me of the reason I should not.”

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Thor’s gaze snapped up to Odin as he spoke. No!

“Father, you surely would not…” Thor swallowed thickly. “There is no reason to kill him, surely! He deserves punishment, aye, but death… He is not beyond redemption, Father, his mistakes can be repaired.”

He frowned. “Two years should not undo the thousands we have already spent together. Loki’s actions were evil, aye, but…” He looked to Loki. “He had multiple positions where he could have done so much more damage than he did, but he withheld himself. He had a chance to kill me, and yet… He did not. Should that not be an indicator of the fact he is not as far afield as he seems?”

His words seemed pathetic even to him, but he would not let Loki die. If he had to defy his own father and all of Asgard, then so be it. He looked back to Odin, his resolve strengthened somewhat.

“If such destruction is again caused by his actions, I may see validity in the decision for execution, but I do not yet think we should treat him as a common criminal. He is your son, my brother, he still is Loki. Misguided and lost, but he is Loki.”

[malachitemischief-blog]

In that moment, Loki would have laughed, had he the freedom to do so. Now Odin thought to do what he should have the day he happened upon that pitiful Jotun foundling, now he thought to end it; and all that stood between Loki and the executioner’s axe was Thor’s desperate appeals. Beautiful, stupid Thor who couldn’t debate his way out of a rucksack—beloved, foolish Thor who still clung to the tattered remnants of an illusion the great Aesir warrior-king  had woven about them both with as much skill as Frigga with her distaff. And yet, Loki sensed those same threads that choked and chafed would yet be his salvation.

Yes, let Thor do the talking. The practiced flattery and measured words of Silvertonue would show their tarnish before the Finder of Truth, but Thor’s earnest entreaties shone like burnished gold. Loki met Odin’s eye with defiance as Thor plead for his life. Look what your lies have wrought, he said with that gaze. You know who I am. Did you think your interference would change your wyrd? All you have done is ensure it, for we both know you cannot deny your favored son in this.

[heofninenights-blog]

What a heady thing his youngest was, with those gleaming eyes that smirked when his mouth could not. Ever smirking. His youngest. Foolish, he was, for still thinking of Loki as his own. Would if he could have severed that tie back then, on that snowy night. He could not kill Laufey, and he could not kill Loki.

He could not kill Loki.

Images meant for a time when shaking hands grabbed tattered shields and broken swords swarmed his mind and he remembered the three sisters who had spoken to him among the roots of that great tree. He tasted the woody ash and felt the leaves rustle even now. Be gone, vile thoughts. But he remembered now, he had never forgotten. He could not allow himself to forget. Loki still had a part to play.

"Then how would you see him punished? The man you still call your brother harbors no such kindness for you, nor the rest of his kin." He met Loki's eyes. "Asgardian or Jotun." He stepped down and neared them, coming near enough to see the concerned anxiousness in Thor's posture, the oddly wet shine to his eyes. He saw the raw hatred in Loki's and knew it for what it was.Still a part to play.

"Would that my son knew his place. I would have you, Loki, remember that we are your family, and we care enough to invoke pain in order to heal. Laufey saw to it that you would die an infant, cold and alone." A warmonger. A child in exchange for peace. "He would have silenced you before you had voice to give protest."

He came up to stand right before Loki, voice hard, and distant. "I would take your voice again, so that you know what need be sacrificed for peace. So that you will learn."

[heofninenights-blog]

Fallen

Eve had barely fallen when they returned. The light signaling their return blasted out of the sky, giving off a residue of darkness in it’s wake. It had taken quite a bit of energy on his part to even see Thor off in the first place, just weeks ago, and already he had returned.

Odin had no need of his eyes to know Loki was with him.

He lifted Gungnir and allowed it’s base to strike the golden floor, ringing out for all of Asgard to hear, to know. Hear there was audience, and here he would have it. Thor would know to come here first, to the throne room. To the hall of his fathers before him, Valaskjálf. Thor would command this hall one day. Not now, but soon enough.

Considering how he handled Loki today, Odin would see if he had learned yet more in his journey.

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The familiar yet still disconcerting feeling of being pulled through space, as well as the rainbow of colours flashing in front of them, was not as comforting to Thor as it should have been. He was home, aye, but what would it mean? He had reclaimed Loki, saved Midgard, found new allies, but he was not sure what this held in store for his younger brother.

He looked out at golden Asgard across the distance of the broken bridge, a slow sigh escaping his lips. He would know soon.

“Hail, Thor! Your father awaits you and Loki in Valaskjálf.”

A few guards had been awaiting their return, with horses for them to ride to the hall. As he nodded in return to their greeting, Thor knew he would be expecting an explanation of what had occurred. He handed the Tesseract off to the guards. Two of them split off from the group to take it to the heavily guarded room that housed all the relics and weapons of Asgard.

He mounted the horse waiting for him. The guards would help Loki onto his. He started riding towards the hall, his thoughts muddled and worried. It would be a short ride there, but it did not keep it from seeming like forever.

[malachitemischief-blog]

Loki shrugged off the Einherjar’s “help”—he’d had quite enough manhandling for one day—and mounted the horse by himself. It was the same black stallion he had favored back when he had so blindly called Asgard home, Odin father, and Thor brother. It was bereft of its accustomed princely trappings, but then, that was to be expected. He did not return triumphant, Asgard’s lost second son, long-thought dead, now miraculously returned to them, but a prisoner, chained like some common criminal and muzzled like a mad dog. No, the unexpected thing was that he should be given such a fine steed at all.

Running a fettered hand through the familiar mane, he wondered whose doing this was. Thor’s, he decided. Only his foolishly sentimental never-brother would think such a thing important, and Loki’s fingers tightened into fists as a fresh wave of resentment washed over him. How dare he present him with yet another reminder of what he had lost. No, what was never his in the first place. Better that Odin had let him die on that long-ago day in the ruins of Jotunheim than to raise him on lies and allow him to think he could ever amount to anything. He was a king without a kingdom. Asgard would never suffer the rule of a jotun, and his upbringing made him wholly unsuitable for his true birthright, even had he wanted it. Midgard was such a tiny thing to seek in recompense, and yet his “family” could not allow him even that small victory.

He seethed in sullen silence—he had little choice in that matter, as he had little choice in everything—all the way to the throne room, where the Allfather (but not his father, never his father) sat at his high seat of Hliðskjálf, expecting their arrival. He gave a contemptuous sneer beneath the bridle, his only reward a fresh wound where the bit dug into the sensitive flesh of his cheeks and tongue. As blood filled his mouth and he was forced to his knees before his “betters,” he wondered if he would be allowed to speak in his defense or if his silver tongue was to remain constrained by cold uru throughout the proceedings. It mattered little, in the end. Odin never did pay any heed to the words of the dark son, the sorcerer, the disappointment.

[heofninenights-blog]

When they entered his hall he did not bother to stand. Let Thor walk the bastard Jotun traitor, his once-son, to the dais. Let him arrive for his due punishment. He stood Gungnir by his side, so that he could clasp his hands together, seemingly pondering what he'd already long ago decided.

It had been so long since he'd last seen Loki. The boy looked sickly, covered in minor wounds and muzzled. Odin sighed, regretting many a thing in that moment. Too many moments to even comprehend.

He finally stood, arms at his side. He need not gesture to invoke obedience along with his words, his stance was enough to make most cower where they stood. Thor dipped his head, and yet Loki stared on. Brave, that. And foolish.

"I have the mind to eradicate what I should have long ago. Inform me of the reason I should not."

[heofninenights-blog]

Fallen

Eve had barely fallen when they returned. The light signaling their return blasted out of the sky, giving off a residue of darkness in it's wake. It had taken quite a bit of energy on his part to even see Thor off in the first place, just weeks ago, and already he had returned.

Odin had no need of his eyes to know Loki was with him.

He lifted Gungnir and allowed it's base to strike the golden floor, ringing out for all of Asgard to hear, to know. Hear there was audience, and here he would have it. Thor would know to come here first, to the throne room. To the hall of his fathers before him, Valaskjálf. Thor would command this hall one day. Not now, but soon enough.

Considering how he handled Loki today, Odin would see if he had learned yet more in his journey.

[heofninenights-blog]

There are countless wisdoms in the world and they believe only one keeper of knowledge. Just as there are many sorts of fire in the wild, raging like savage breath, waiting to be snuffed. Yet they thrive. We thrive. All goes on.

[heofninenights-blog]

((OOC: As a lot of you may know:))

VoV, the RP group I was a part of disbanded.

Odin will now be an independent RP blog, and perhaps a little less active. Previous plot will be disregarded.

<3 Thanks for sticking with him, all of you. I know Odin isn't that well loved among the fandom.

[heofninenights-blog]

Who is Nàl?

That giant, Laufey.

[heofninenights-blog]

Transcendence

The late afternoon found Odin weary. He could not bring his head to lie upon his pillow for it was not yet late enough, nor was he tired. Mental exhaustion barely granted one sleep when one wanted it. Vast demons of his past still lingered as viciously as ever they did before and he was wont to be away from them, but for a lonely night.

And so he strolled leisurely through the halls of the palace, occasionally remembering times when he was a boy, and the rafters barely stood. His father tall before him, instructing those who would be the architects of such an immense fortress.

His absent wandering brought him upon the fields where the warriors would train and spar, but it was nearly bare this late in the day. All but for a few, he recognized most, and one more than the others. He thought back to Thor and the conversation they’d had, and decided it was best to rid himself of the burden now rather than later. He began the walk over.

[littlelokithorson-blog]

Loki was unaware of anyone else in the world, his hand gripping his short sword as he attacked the practice dummy. He had come far since he’d first bought the blade, with Balder’s help he had gained confidence with his sword, and though he was hardly ready to be a warrior, he was on the right path. Biting his bottom lip, he put the faces of everyone who had hurt him and those he loved on the bare head of the dummy to inspire him further, to remind him who he fought for. 

In his mind, he wasn’t a small child, but a brave King defending his family and kingdom. He was vanquishing the enemy, namely Laufey, keeping Loki and the others safe from him. Nothing was going to get past the mighty defences of King Loki, not even the smallest ant could elude his keen sight. He was a force to be reckoned with, he was unstoppable.

[heofninenights-blog]

The boy fought with such force; strikes dire, final, a thought behind a few but they werefewindeed. He wondered what the boy saw there before him, who he was slaying in that head of his.

He came up behind him and spoke sagely. “Whose head do you so dash from their shoulders, Loki?”

[littlelokithorson-blog]

Loki screamed as he was broken from his dream, dropping the sword to the ground clumsily as he spun around to see who spoke to him. When he saw Odin looming over him, his expression didn’t relax from his earlier fear.

“I…I was…I was slaying Laufey…” he explained weakly. “Of everyone I know, he is the biggest threat to this family and…I was slaying him.”

[heofninenights-blog]

He let out a mild chuckle. “Laufey is a large prize, boy. Best leave him to gods who know the giant.” He circle around, eyeing the blade he held, the fear in his eyes.

“I have a matter of importance to discuss with you. I trust you will allow me your company for a while?”

[littlelokithorson-blog]

“I have no plans to seek his neck with my blade, my lord, it is simply a thought,” Loki said, bending down to pick it up, trying to still his nerves. “If you have things of importance to discuss, my ears and time are yours.”

He was formal with Odin, as he was sure he was expected to be. It was very likely the man hated him, he needed to behave.

[heofninenights-blog]

Nodding, Odin said, "Smart then, your choice of words." The silence dragged; let the boy ponder his reasoning for approaching him. He would do well with some terror in him. Teach him to ponder over his words. Make him better prepared for what Odin was about to bestow upon him, laden as it was with burden.

"You dream of a position of import in the court of our King's hall, do you not? You wish to advise your brother on terms of war and life and death and every matter in between? Think you ready for such a thing?"

Loki's next words had best be weighted, else Odin would revoke such privilege.

[heofninenights-blog]

Transcendence

The late afternoon found Odin weary. He could not bring his head to lie upon his pillow for it was not yet late enough, nor was he tired. Mental exhaustion barely granted one sleep when one wanted it. Vast demons of his past still lingered as viciously as ever they did before and he was wont to be away from them, but for a lonely night.

And so he strolled leisurely through the halls of the palace, occasionally remembering times when he was a boy, and the rafters barely stood. His father tall before him, instructing those who would be the architects of such an immense fortress.

His absent wandering brought him upon the fields where the warriors would train and spar, but it was nearly bare this late in the day. All but for a few, he recognized most, and one more than the others. He thought back to Thor and the conversation they’d had, and decided it was best to rid himself of the burden now rather than later. He began the walk over.

[littlelokithorson-blog]

Loki was unaware of anyone else in the world, his hand gripping his short sword as he attacked the practice dummy. He had come far since he’d first bought the blade, with Balder’s help he had gained confidence with his sword, and though he was hardly ready to be a warrior, he was on the right path. Biting his bottom lip, he put the faces of everyone who had hurt him and those he loved on the bare head of the dummy to inspire him further, to remind him who he fought for. 

In his mind, he wasn’t a small child, but a brave King defending his family and kingdom. He was vanquishing the enemy, namely Laufey, keeping Loki and the others safe from him. Nothing was going to get past the mighty defences of King Loki, not even the smallest ant could elude his keen sight. He was a force to be reckoned with, he was unstoppable.

[heofninenights-blog]

The boy fought with such force; strikes dire, final, a thought behind a few but they werefewindeed. He wondered what the boy saw there before him, who he was slaying in that head of his.

He came up behind him and spoke sagely. “Whose head do you so dash from their shoulders, Loki?”

[littlelokithorson-blog]

Loki screamed as he was broken from his dream, dropping the sword to the ground clumsily as he spun around to see who spoke to him. When he saw Odin looming over him, his expression didn’t relax from his earlier fear.

“I…I was…I was slaying Laufey…” he explained weakly. “Of everyone I know, he is the biggest threat to this family and…I was slaying him.”

[heofninenights-blog]

He let out a mild chuckle. "Laufey is a large prize, boy. Best leave him to gods who know the giant." He circle around, eyeing the blade he held, the fear in his eyes.

"I have a matter of importance to discuss with you. I trust you will allow me your company for a while?"

[heofninenights-blog]

Transcendence

The late afternoon found Odin weary. He could not bring his head to lie upon his pillow for it was not yet late enough, nor was he tired. Mental exhaustion barely granted one sleep when one wanted it. Vast demons of his past still lingered as viciously as ever they did before and he was wont to be away from them, but for a lonely night.

And so he strolled leisurely through the halls of the palace, occasionally remembering times when he was a boy, and the rafters barely stood. His father tall before him, instructing those who would be the architects of such an immense fortress.

His absent wandering brought him upon the fields where the warriors would train and spar, but it was nearly bare this late in the day. All but for a few, he recognized most, and one more than the others. He thought back to Thor and the conversation they’d had, and decided it was best to rid himself of the burden now rather than later. He began the walk over.

[littlelokithorson-blog]

Loki was unaware of anyone else in the world, his hand gripping his short sword as he attacked the practice dummy. He had come far since he’d first bought the blade, with Balder’s help he had gained confidence with his sword, and though he was hardly ready to be a warrior, he was on the right path. Biting his bottom lip, he put the faces of everyone who had hurt him and those he loved on the bare head of the dummy to inspire him further, to remind him who he fought for. 

In his mind, he wasn’t a small child, but a brave King defending his family and kingdom. He was vanquishing the enemy, namely Laufey, keeping Loki and the others safe from him. Nothing was going to get past the mighty defences of King Loki, not even the smallest ant could elude his keen sight. He was a force to be reckoned with, he was unstoppable.

[heofninenights-blog]

The boy fought with such force; strikes dire, final, a thought behind a few but they werefewindeed. He wondered what the boy saw there before him, who he was slaying in that head of his.

He came up behind him and spoke sagely. "Whose head do you so dash from their shoulders, Loki?"

[heofninenights-blog]

Transcendence

The late afternoon found Odin weary. He could not bring his head to lie upon his pillow for it was not yet late enough, nor was he tired. Mental exhaustion barely granted one sleep when one wanted it. Vast demons of his past still lingered as viciously as ever they did before and he was wont to be away from them, but for a lonely night.

And so he strolled leisurely through the halls of the palace, occasionally remembering times when he was a boy, and the rafters barely stood. His father tall before him, instructing those who would be the architects of such an immense fortress.

His absent wandering brought him upon the fields where the warriors would train and spar, but it was nearly bare this late in the day. All but for a few, he recognized most, and one more than the others. He thought back to Thor and the conversation they'd had, and decided it was best to rid himself of the burden now rather than later. He began the walk over.

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Study for upcoming Aesir/Vanir/Sagas Series…

Graphite, Ink, Watercolor, and Gesso.

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help

[heofninenights-blog]

[Touched suddenly by how Balder calls him Father with such conviction, he smiles despite himself.]

You are welcome, my boy.

[thirdsonofasgard]

I will inform Loki as soon as I am able! He will be most pleased! 

[heofninenights-blog]

A rare thing! Good luck, son.

[heofninenights-blog]

If Thor has allowed it, and I have gone so far as to allow what has already been done…then I have no choice but to continue trying to accept.

To rescind now would to bring hypocrisy among my name, and I have no wish to alienate your child for my mistakes.

[thirdsonofasgard]

You are giving your blessing, then? You will allow us to…this?

[heofninenights-blog]

……Aye.

[thirdsonofasgard]

Thank you! Thank you, Father! You will not regret this! Thank you, so much!

[heofninenights-blog]

[Touched suddenly by how Balder calls him Father with such conviction, he smiles despite himself.]

You are welcome, my boy.