Hogun the Grim

Hogun the Grim. It is what everyone calls me. Perhaps it because I am customarily silent. RP blog exclusive to Avengers Mansion Tracking: hogungrimm

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Fighting Chance | Galactus & Fighters

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Everyone began to scatter, and he chose to continue following the three fleeing down the hallway. They were the targets that didn’t try and hide themselves away like cowards. He would teach them to run from Galactus.

As he ran, his shoulders slammed into pillars, and they tumbled down beneath his feet. He had no problem turning them into rubble as he stomped through the palace, chasing after the Asgardians. They didn’t even bother trying to fight back, they just kept going. He gained on them, swooping down to try and snatch one of them up - the one with the shield. But he evaded. Puny mortals; the only advantage they had was being small.

Something didn’t feel right once Galactus followed them down the grand staircase. It felt like a trap. Like in the few seconds they had to speak, they came up with a plan. It wasn’t the first time a planet tried to team up against the mighty Galactus, and no matter what they had in store, he would survive. They had his gem, and he wasn’t leaving without it.

The three Asgardians led him out through the front doors of the castle where he stood out on the rainbow bridge that led through the city and beyond. They all stopped before him, and that’s when he felt something in his ear. A sharp pain went through his whole body as he felt his ear pop and he yelled. What is this sorcery?!

He dropped to one knee.

[finestswordsmanfandral]

“If we’re both alive after this, we’re getting drinks. So stay alive, okay?”

Fandral heard Dakota’s voice coming from across the hall and he turned his head right as a bunch of debris was falling from the ceiling. A rock smacked him right in the face and he stumbled off to the side as Galactus rushed past, following behind Hogun and Steve. He regained his balance, he picked up the pace and ran to catch up with the others. He would definitely be having a word with her after all of this was over.

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She felt Peggy’s hand grasping at her, trying not to lose her in the darkness that swallowed them up and took the other woman’s hand in her own. It was almost ridiculous, really. Memories when Frigga had made them all hold hands as children to keep them from getting lost came trickling back and Sif had to smile a little before pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind. Now was no time to get lost in nostalgia.

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As he noted one of the agent’s exchange with Fandral, Hogun found himself slightly regretting that he had not taken the time to converse and mingle with them as his friend had so often attempted to bring him to do. It wasn’t until a few seconds later that he noticed Fandral’s absence from his side and hazarded a glance back to see a familiar blur of green dodging between Galactus’s feet.

He felt a large boulder come down hard on his left shoulder with a solid crack. Hogun gritted his teeth and continued running, hell-bent on trying to stay ahead of the behemoth that was gradually closing the distance. A sharp tug on his shirt nearly pulled him off-balance as Fandral yanked him towards the grand staircase. Confound these stairs. He was almost tempted to take a flying leap to the landing if only to go down them faster.

Where is Captain Rogers. Hogun swept his gaze back and forth, taking in everything as it rushed past him in a blur. The splash of blue in his peripheral vision that told him that Steve Rogers was perfectly capable of keeping up with Asgardians. The stark emptiness of the entrance hall wherein every footstep and jarring crack of stone echoed and ricocheted. Fandral rushing forward in a sudden burst of speed to force the heavy palace doors open.

Hogun barrelled into the door with his shoulder and threw his weight at the door to help his friend open them faster. Wrong shoulder. Even with adrenaline pumping through his veins, pain still lanced through the left side of his body.

An ear-splitting roar made him forget his pain entirely and he turned to see Galactus howling and the ground shook yet again as the giant collapsed to one knee. Hogun turned back to the towers and stared hard at the battlements, trying to see if Lady Sif had made it.

“Hogun.”

He directed his attention to Fandral.

“We need to retrieve Janet after the first wave.”

The grim warrior nodded curtly.

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Fighting Chance | Galactus & Fighters

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The dust from breaking in managed to mask the tiny mortals, but he didn’t see them leave. He swiftly punched forward, knocking a few dining tables across the room. They weren’t hiding there. Just as he was about to knock away a few more tables, he saw a burst of flame out of the corner of his eye. It was a person. Asgardians as he knew them were incapable of such things - becoming pure flame.

"What sorcery is this?" His voice boomed. "Who dares stand before Galactus?"

He would teach them to stand up for themselves. They would bow to his whim, as soon as he taught them who was the true superior being in the universe. Their petty magic tricks and feeble strength were no match. He charged forward, pummelling his fist straight into one of the pillars in the direction of the fire-y man.

Rock and rubble sprayed everywhere, and as the dust cleared he saw the Asgardians making an escape. That just wouldn’t do. Their size would give them agility, but he was still faster than any being in the known universe. They would pay for disrupting his gem - his time to feed.

So he ran out of the great hall, quickly catching up with a small group of men.

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Who dares stand before Galactus?

Fandral’s heart sunk to his chest. As everyone gathered, people began asking questions. He had no idea what to do until the moment the giant gave his name.

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Galactus. The name flew into her mind and echoed into the distant recesses of her memory. She had heard this name before. But where? Sif watched as her friend’s face collapsed. It seemed that he had recollected it before her and whatever it was did not bode well for them. She was so caught up by “Galactus” and “destroys worlds” that she barely caught the “tear this castle apart.” It wasn’t just realms or kingdoms. It was worlds. And Sif wasn’t sure she could fully wrap her mind around that.

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Of course. The warrior bit back a sigh. It had to be Galactus. Not Fenrir or Surtur, no. It had to be this… this monstrosity. Just Fenrir. Just Surtur. Nope. Just Galactus. The eater of worlds. That was all. Hogun had heard about the looming figure on the other side of the pillar. Or course he had. An enemy of that size and strength did not simply happen. And even if it did, there was no chance in the nine realms that he would not be heard of across the universe.

Hogun met Fandral’s gaze and found himself staring at an expression that mirrored his own. It wasn’t a face he was accustomed to seeing on his friend. This was a man who could babble on happily about stories and heroics despite not being unable to support his own weight, and yet…

He listened quietly as the other man hurriedly gave out instructions to everyone present and occasionally peeked out at the large behemoth that seemed intent on wrecking every table in the dining hall. He felt a lump rise in his throat. The man of fire seemed to have caught the attention of the hulking being and Hogun noted the way its eyes narrowed suspiciously towards the pillar the company was crammed behind.

They all heard the shrieking crash of stone and most of them had started running even before Fandral’s warning shout rang out. Hogun instinctively sprinted after the blur of green disappearing in the dust. It vaguely registered in his mind that Fandral had not yet assigned him any task in this battle plan… but that thought soon dispelled itself as the jarring crack of footsteps grew louder and louder behind them.

Ah. So that was it. Draw the giant’s attention and…

“Come on, we’ll distract him!”

Of course.

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Fighting Chance | Galactus & Fighters

Galactus sat back on the mountaintop, watching Asgard crumble beneath the power of the infinity gem. It was too late for them to save their pathetic universe. From the moment he placed the seed within the roots of the tree, he could feel his hunger subsiding. Every living entity within the Nine Realms was having its energy drained and with every passing day they grew weaker and weaker. He applauded their effort, but it was no use. Once the gem had reached its capacity he would return for it and have food for centuries to come.

…but something was wrong. He grimaced. He could feel the energy of the gem all up until one moment, but from the exterior he couldn’t see anything. Had he been found out? Had those puny Asgardians figured out how to stop his glorious plan? He waited - hoping that it was just a lapse in the energy radiation. But no. Nothing.

That just wouldn’t do.

He grew in size, about the height of a tower, and he charged toward the castle. Galactus approached one of the walls and he punched through the wall, finding himself in front of a group of warriors sitting around a dining table. He dropped down on the ground with a thud, hearing the stone crack beneath him.

"You inferior mortals have disturbed my gem. Tell me, what have you done with it!"

No one moved. They all seemed stunned or scared, but he didn’t have time for their insolence. He bent down to swing but the tiny beings managed to scramble away. Insufferable Asgardians.

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Fandral sat with his head in his hand as he picked at his meal. There had been no word yet about what was going on with the tree, and he was beginning to feel like it was all for nothing. Well, he felt like that originally, but once the Midgardians, Vanir, and Elves showed up he thought maybe things would get resolved. He was unfortunately mistaken.

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Sif wished once and for all that things would resolve themselves. The silence during their meals had grown unbearable and Sif decided that she would rather ride off into battle regardless of consequences than suffer one more day in this stifling environment. The entirety of the situation surrounding the tree was taking its toll on everyone. Fandral had withdrawn more and more into himself until he became the silent man sitting across the table from her. She too had felt the declining power of the tree in her.

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The silence was broken only by the clink of silverware on platters as everyone at the table poked at their food. Hogun glanced around briefly and sighed. He supposed it was nice for a change… everyone being just as quiet as he was. But then there was a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach that this was the calm before the storm. And what sort of storm would come… Hogun wasn’t even sure Allfather knew.

It was this unease that was the most unsettling for him. All his companions knew that he had a knack for predicting the worst--and being right. Hogun pursed his lips and sat back from the table, taking in everyone who was present. His friends were exhausted, mentally and physically. Fandral was holding his head in his hands and staring back at him with bloodshot eyes, a far cry from the jovial swordsman he was usually known to be. Lady Sif too looked wan, eyebrows furrowing and smoothing periodically as though she was scowling unconsciously and then reminding herself, perhaps, not to turn into him. The long hours standing watch for what, nobody knew; running around the kingdom with errands and requests that turned out to be futile; sitting here and not being able to do anything… Hopelessness. That’s what it was. And it was taking a toll on all of them.

A sudden feeling of dread hit him like an icy wave just before the wall of the room shattered. Hogun had leapt to his feet with the blast and was almost knocked off his feet by another ground-jarring crash. He straightened up and watched with horror as the monstrous being unfolded itself.

You inferior mortals have disturbed my gem. Tell me, what have you done with it!

An enormous arm raised up, up, up…

Duck!

He heard Fandral’s shout even as the arm came sweeping downwards at a terrifying speed. Hogun found himself making a running dive before somersaulting on the cracked floor. He sprang to his feet in time to see his friend come barreling past him, making a beeline towards the pillars. He spared a glance at the debris that remained of the dinner table before his body wheeled itself around to follow the others.

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Headcanon || Home

He could still see her in his mind’s eye. Beaming, laughing. Radiant and glowing while he basked in her light. Bubbling and overflowing with animated chatter while he was content just listening to the lilting music of her voice.

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Hogun was going home, to Vanaheim. After the few short months that had seemed like years spent, healing on Asgard, he was returning home. Not that he hadn’t been given a sufficient welcome and comfortable stay on the king of the nine realms. Asgard was beautiful and golden, but the warrior still felt it lacked the warmth offered by Vanaheim’s forests and skies.

Although he was still as quiet as he had ever been, the thought of going home had brightened his spirits considerably. So much so to the point that Fandral had elbowed him playfully in the side, asking why he seemed to float rather than walk. In answer, he had said nothing other than, “You will meet her.” That had prompted even more teasing from the playful swordsman and a solid thump on the back from Volstagg, both of which the warrior took in with fondness and a dancing glint in his eye. Hogun had invited his newfound friends to come with him and visit the realm that the third of the Warriors Three called home. Fandral had agreed readily as had Volstagg on the premises that he could bring his family.

As he was preparing for his return, endless thoughts whirled around his mind. What if something had happened back home? What if his sister had run off with some footsoldier (it better not be Birger, he had warned that one about so much as laying a finger on his sister)? What if one of his friends had been killed in the war that had sent him to Asgard? What if the war wasn’t over? What if--? Hogun straightened up and shook his head. No, just this once, he would not let his mind wander to unfortunate situations. Just this once, he would allow himself to be happy.

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Hogun wanted to reach for a handkerchief and wipe at the beads of sweat he knew were making their way down his neck, soaking into the cloth, running down his back in rivulets. Stars above, when was the last time he had been this nervous?

And then she was there, as gleaming and radiant as she had always been, “What is it that you have called me for that the messenger said simply could not wait? Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

He swallowed and shook his head.

“Has something happened?”

He opened his mouth, shut it, swallowed again and stared back at her large, glimmering eyes. Hogun reached out a hand and ran his fingers through her long, dark hair before withdrawing and stepping back from her.

“Hogun, what is it?”

Wordlessly, he reached into a fold of his cloak and pulled out a jewelled hairpin and held it out to her, his eyes piercing into hers, hoping, willing for her to understand. It was custom, that once a woman married, she would no longer wear her hair down… and in so offering the hairpin…

Her mouth dropped open and both delicate hands came up to cover her expression of shock.

For the third time that night, he swallowed at the lump in his throat, gaze never leaving her.

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Inkeri was part of the party that welcomed him back. In the few short months that he had been gone, she had matured and grown more beautiful. Hogun dismounted and braced himself in time to be promptly tackled by his sister. After accusing him of worrying her and everyone else and telling him that Birger had indeed tried to woo her, she suddenly remembered herself, relinquished her death grip on him and dropped an elegant curtsy to the rest of the visitors.

“Guests of my brother, welcome to Vanaheim. You are welcome with our family during your stay.”

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He was barely conscious. The healers had managed to stop the bleeding. But the poison… the poison… Vaguely, he heard them discussing… what was it? Something about an antidote… Where was the antidote? Where… ?

A healer held a sprig of herbs under his nose and he jolted back into consciousness.

“Sir Hogun, we will have to transport you to Asgard. Our methods of healing will not be enough to draw the poison out of you.”

He could feel himself being carried in a stretcher towards the bifrost square. He wrinkled his eyebrows and tried to raise his head and look around.

“Lie down, little one,” his mother was there, “They’ll fix you up, right as rain. It will be alright.”

“Asta…” he managed to rasp, his hand fumbling around on the thin blanket they had laid on him.

A warm hand clasped his, “I’m here… I’m here.”

“Asta… wait... for me…”

“Of course,” she smiled tearfully before bringing his hand up to her cheek, “We’ll have the wedding when you return.” She kissed his palm before reluctantly pulling away to let the healers through.

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After Hogun had greeted his parents and seen to his friends’ accommodations, he decided that it would be a good a time as any to wander the grounds and visit the marketplace and see how his old sparring companions were faring.

No sooner had he stepped into the training arena than he felt a hand clap on his shoulder, “Good of you to join us, Hogun.”

Upon seeing Brandt’s grinning face, he clasped the other warrior on the forearm and patted him on the back, “How have you fared, my friend?”

“Oh, I’ve been well,” the other man answered, “It’s been a tick since I’ve got to the training grounds. My wife’s with child, running me ragged, she is.”

Hogun raised his eyebrows fractionally, “You have married then.”

“That I have,” Brandt let out a hearty laugh, “You’ve been gone a moment there, have you? We’d a-thought you’d gone and forgot about us what with all the fun you’ve been having on Asgard.”

“I suppose I have,” he glanced over at the now-unfamiliar faces, “Who is the lady?”

“I’m a lucky man, that I am,” the man shook his head, “Never thought I’d ever get fair Asta to agree to marry me.”

“Asta…” Hogun was silent for a moment, “I see… lucky indeed.”

“Lucky doesn’t even begin to describe it,” Brandt patted him on the shoulder, “Well, I must be off before she wonders where I’ve got to… It was good to see you again, my friend… Truly, it was. Although, I am afraid our days of fighting side-by-side must be put on hold for a time until the child is born, yes?”

“Yes,” as he nodded in agreement, Hogun felt a coldness start creeping up through his chest.

“I guess I’ll see you around, then.”

“Yes, my family will be expecting me,” he gave his friend a nod in farewell and the coldness hit him full force before being replaced by a hollow darkness that slowly enveloped him.

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He knocked on Volstagg’s door before pushing it open. Hogun was greeted by the sight of Fandral playing with one of Volstagg’s daughters while loud laughter boomed from the vast, burly man. Fandral called out over the laughter of the children.

“What brings you here? Should you not be spending time with your lady?”

Hogun shook his head slowly, “I… must make an announcement,” he said slowly.

At this, Volstagg cheerily plucked his daughter from Fandral’s grasp and shooed his children to go find their mother.

Hogun gave the other man a grateful look before clearing his throat a little to continue, “I will,” he stopped and pursed his lips, “I will return with you to Asgard.”

Fandral’s expression sobered a little.

“What do you speak of?”

He paused, as though thinking over how best to phrase this. How was he to tell his friends about the reason for his decision… “There is nothing left for me on Vanaheim,” Hogun said carefully.

After a beat of silence, the other two shared a look and Fandral shrugged and answered quietly.

“If you say so, my friend. If you say so.”

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Hogun tugged a little on his horse’s bridle on the way to the Bifrost location. He had clasped arms with his father, kissed his mother on the cheek, and swept his sister up in a hug. Now, the warrior mounted his steed and joined in with the leaving party.

One last time, he looked back to Vanaheim, to the place where he had spent the majority of his life, to the place where his family was, where he had been born. That warmth felt distant now, as though he were staring out at it from inside a long, dark tunnel.

He felt a hand clasp his shoulder and turned to see his friends. Hogun nodded to them and cast his gaze skyward, “Heimdall… take me home.”

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Talking Shop // Hogun & Melinda

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She’d been warned that the Asgardian’s entrance would probably be extravagant, but even the footage of the Bifrost making contact with Earth didn’t do the actual thing justice (probably because all the footage was out-of-focus and rife with static thanks to the Bifrost’s gargantuan energy output, but still). She had to squint against the sheer brightness of it, yet she didn’t want to look completely away - mostly because Melinda made a point to never look away from an unfamiliar situation, but a part of her was also in awe of the myriad of color that was swirling before her. Then, just as quickly as it came, the pillar of rainbow light departed, and there stood her guest.

And apparently, there was no such thing as a homely Asgardian. He looked every bit as regal as Sif (and Thor in the intel and news footage she’d seen), and his stern expression gave hers a run for its money. Regardless, he was handsome, strong, and serious - clearly not someone who was going to waste her time.

She liked him immediately.

"Agent Melinda May." She extended a hand to him, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Welcome to Earth." With her other hand, she gestured behind her to the BUS.

"Come on up."

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He cast his eyes over the stark, flat landscape briefly, noting the look of the rough, weathered shells of buildings. It was clear that this place, this… airfield, had been abandoned for some time--for some reason… Hogun decided not to question it. The warrior returned his attention to the woman in front of him and felt a spark of amusement flicker through him as he took it all in.

So there were mortals who had as much a penchant for smiling as he did.

Hogun noted the small smile playing about her lips and reasoned that she might have thought the same about him. He knew that the woman--who introduced herself as Melinda--had been in contact with Sif and he decided that the lady warrior was as good a representative of Asgard as any.

He stared at her offered hand for a moment and blinked, gauging what to do with this situation. Neither Thor nor Sif had made any mention about this Midgardian custom. There was something similar on Asgard that he and his friends practiced, which involved clasping each others’ wrists and (in Thor’s case) engaging in a light, friendly wrestling match.

Hogun decided that this clearly was not the purpose of Melinda’s greeting and instead opted to go along with the action. If worst came to worst… well, he would think about what to do if it happened. The warrior methodically pulled off one of his gloves and took her hand firmly in his own sword-calloused one. “I offer my thanks,” he said in his customarily low tones, “And… Lady Sif sends her regards.”

He glanced over her shoulder to the interior of the aircraft and nodded curtly, “After you.”

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[Fan Art] Han Geng poster

cr. 寞几也要像风一样… weibo

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To Asgard || Frigga & Hogun

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She practically shook at the next comment to escape from the two. Those rude children, she had raised one of them better than that and if the other dreamed of courting his lady then he ought to learn how to behave much better than that. Clearly she needed to send them both back to their Mannering classes. For Odin’s sake who did they think they were disrespecting their elders like that? “I knew because a certain two fool hearty young children thought it be wise to spout their plans before execution. I mean I would have known anyway because I always know but that certainly did not help your case.” Frigga turned to look at them with a cold smile. “Which reminds me, Volstagg you are to report to boot camp for a week and yes it will be a sleep away camp where they will teach you how to continue fighting and how to properly limit your rations. I showed my concern to Odin that perhaps we were losing those skills since the last Great War and I figure you being the oldest would be the most excellent volunteer. And Fandral darling you know the tutor you so enjoy? Lady Aisa? She finally got approved to go back home for a bit so for the next year or so I shall personally be teaching you your lessons. Carry on boys.” And she sent them away with a flick of her hand, practically daring them to say something else.

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She was not queen simply for her grace, charm, and good looks after all. Odin had to see something different in her than all the other girls that flocked around him like little pest.

“Ahh, careful, slowly. You have lost too much blood. I think I have something sweet still in my work room if not I can have the guards grab something. It shall help restore your blood levels to a more acceptable range.” She shifted, trying to encourage the man to lean more firmly against her. After all, her son was Thor she could carry quite a bit before it got out of her range of ability and need be she would carry this man. Especially since her own child had put him into such a sore state. “Yes Fandral was found as a babe and since he did not have a home to call him own we took him in. He is technically not in line for the crown but he is considered part of the royal family. As is Lady Sif.

Frigga carefully guided him to the castle and began leading him through the halls. It would be easier to simply transport him but those not use to transportation often got sick and that simply would not be helpful in his current state. “It is a pleasure to meet you Hogun. Once again I apologize for my son dragging you into this event, though I am curious how did you meet my son?” She stared at his wounds in concentration before muttering a few words. She would need him sitting for the worse of the wounds but she could begin the surface pains and scratches while they walked. It would probably make traveling an easier task for him. 

Hogun swallowed visibly. It was no wonder that out of any of the ladies the Allfather could have chosen, he had chosen the Lady Frigga and never once regretted the decision.

The warrior felt a rather detached sense of amusement to see the other two attempt to increase the speed of their hobbling. He watched until they disappeared around the corner without another noise… save for the decidedly undignified clanking and clattering of their armor.

He blinked to try and clear the fuzziness that still lingered on the edges of his vision and nodded in agreement to the queen’s statement about blood loss. Vaguely, in the haze of fighting and clanging and snarling, Hogun remembered slipping a little in the liquid that had pooled on the stones below his feet and hoping that it wasn’t his… Then again, he had a knack for predicting outcomes… especially when they were centered around misfortune.

To say that he wasn’t surprised when she hoisted the majority of her weight around her shoulders would have been a lie. And yet, it made sense as his hazy, exhausted mind processed it. After all, she was not Her Majesty the Queen of Asgard, wife to Odin, mother to the princes Thor and Loki… and Fandral and Lady Sif… for nothing.

He almost sighed. After months in the infirmary of Asgard, he had agreed to one mission… just one, and now he was right back where he had been. Although to be fair, he had had no knowledge of what sort of escapade those two had come up with. The only consolation he had, was that this time around, he did not have to wait for any poison to drain out of his body.

Hogun wrinkled his brow a little at the question, recalling the day he had met Volstagg and Fandral. He had recovered enough from the injury that had sent him to Asgard and had been permitted by the staff of the infirmary to walk about the palace grounds. Of course, they hadn’t said anything about avoiding the sparring arena, and given that all his more grievous wounds had healed and the poison all but dissipated,  he saw no harm in going through some forms. That had been when Fandral had strutted in, loudly proclaiming that he could hold his own in any fight and asking the guest from Vanaheim for a light spar.

The warrior considered the events for a moment before deciding on one simple phrase, “I bested him at the training grounds… while still recovering.”

He straightened a little in surprise upon feeling the tingle of the queen’s magic course through him, and felt some of the throbbing from his various bruises subside. Not knowing what else to do--and not that he could have done very  much in his current condition--Hogun simply bowed his head and murmured his thanks.

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To Asgard || Frigga & Hogun

[allmotherfrigga]

To say Frigga was pissed was like saying that Odin was just a king. An understatement that might get that anger turned on you. She stalked through the halls of the castle, making her way to the gate. Those blasted idiots had been told time and time again not to go against the wolf. Especially Fandral and Volstagg should know better. Honestly if those weren’t dead bodies begin dragged back she would personally finish what the creature started. Luckily Thor and Loki had not been involved otherwise this kingdom would be falling down around their ears. The idiots were probably planning to brag about it as well, foolish children didn’t they know that was how people got killed.

Her red gowned swished around her ankles as she stopped at the gates, glaring down at the approaching figures. Her hand was resting on a black hilted iron blade, one of her previous conquest’s blade. She was not able to wield it for long periods of times due to its weight but it was good at chopping off things in one swipe. The boys would know she meant business then but maybe not this new person. Her head tilted to the side as she regarded the man walking next to them. Must have gotten caught up in their childish games. Poor fellow.

Frigga made her way down the steps, stopping momentarily when the poor man tried to bow to her. “Oh dear sir, you are injured don’t make it worse.” She quickened her step towards the trio, glaring at Volstagg and Fandral when she got closer. “As for you two, Volstagg I expected better of you, go to the healers at once you foolish dead man. Fandral I shall be having words with you later. You are to report to my chambers and do not think I will simply allow you skipping lessons to go unpunished as well. I expected better out of the both of you and then you drag this poor man into it. Who is he even?” She held up her hand before waving them off. “Never mind to the healers with both of you. He shall tell me while I heal him myself.” She felt a wave of satisfaction pass through her at Fandral’s face and Volstagg’s kicked puppy expression. It served them right, Fandral was far too young to be playing with such things and they should have taken a long distance fighter if nothing else.

Her attention turned back to the bowing man and she quickly dropped to help him stand up. “I apologize for what my son and his friend did to you. Please, allow me to heal you and then you can tell me more about how you met their acquaintance. They do not often speak long term to people outside of the royal guard and I feel like I would recognize your face.” Frigga waited for him to find his feet before directing them back to the castle.  

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He attempted to straighten up at her bidding and winced a little at the sharp pain that it sent through his back. Hogun tried once again, unsuccessfully, to stand up and was this time rewarded with a burning sensation from the stretched claw marks in his side. Fandral’s arm over his shoulder wasn’t helping either. Finally, he opted for just raising his head to see the queen in time to watch her curious look shift into a glare as her eyes slid from him to the other two… namely the one leaning heavily against him with an arm slung around his neck.

Somewhere in the middle of her tirade, the warrior glanced over at his two friends and noted Fandral’s decidedly paler-than-he-was-before-with-the-injury pallor and Volstagg shifting uncomfortably.

Then he noticed the sword.

Oh.

Hogun felt his eyes widen fractionally at the mention of healing him herself. If he had been one to protest, he very likely would have that point. Something about his friends needing his help to get to the infirmary and that the palace healers would be fine and that she really needn’t bother herself with him. But as it was, Hogun was not a verbal person and so only expressed all of this through a wide-eyed stare at the Lady Frigga.

He stumbled slightly as Volstagg hefted the portion of Fandral’s weight that had been resting on his shoulders and the two hobbled as quickly as they could in the direction of the infirmary as the Allmother approached, continuing to lecture them all the while. Hogun vaguely caught one of them saying “Who in Allfather’s name told her?”

Suddenly relieved of his burden, Hogun felt his mind spin as though his friend’s weight had been the only thing keeping his feet firmly planted on the ground. After a few moments, Hogun gingerly straightened himself back up, taking care to catalog any other injuries that he might have missed before. At this point, he felt it safe to say that his entire body felt like one great, throbbing bruise with other wounds patchworked across it. His process of drawing up to his full height was suddenly aided by the strong grip that he now felt on his upper arm, practically hoisting him upright again. The movement caused the edges of Hogun’s vision to fade to black and his focus to swim dizzyingly along with his balance before he managed to right himself.

“Son?” he vaguely heard himself question before his mind cleared enough to find himself being lead into the palace.

“Hogun,” he finally answered, “Hogun of Vanaheim.”

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Talking Shop // Hogun & Melinda

The game plan was set. The cogs were in motion. The key players were either on Asgard on set to depart within the next few days.

And that left Melinda to play secretary.

Frankly, she didn’t mind not being in the field; she’d retired from it for a reason, and she’d had next to no intention of ever returning before Phil had “invited” her to drive the Bus. At present, she was perfectly content to help run logistics under Phil’s guidance, which largely meant meeting with people - scientists, defenders, and Asgardians alike - to stay up-to-date on the Yggdrasil situation. They had a general idea of what was going on thanks to Odin, but they still had very little notion of who or what could have snuck up to the tree and dealt it such a devastating blow. The most reliable intel about the perpetrator was from the Asgardians, so Melinda was on deck to host one of Odin’s guards and learn what SHIELD can expect from their tree-hater.

Melinda lowered the Bus’s loading ramp and descended to the tarmac. She’d considered arranging to meet the Asgardian in the Triskelion but was advised against it on the grounds that SHIELD couldn’t arbitrarily grant security clearance to the Asgardians just because a couple worlds were dying. Meeting somewhere public was out of the question as well, so Melinda opted for the most comfortable place in the world (for her, at least) and parked it on a landing strip at the abandoned Flushing Airport, where she took in a deep breath of the crisp autumn air and scanned the strip for any sign of her guest.

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Hogun checked the cinch on his horse’s saddle for the fifth time before finally mounting up. He gathered the reins in his gloved hands and deftly turned the creature, maneuvering them both out of the chaos that was the palace livery towards the bifrost.

The solid, rhythmic clack of horseshoes on the fluorescent, undulating colors of the crystalline structure dimmed as he remembered why he was riding out of the palace alone. Volstagg had graciously declined, saying something about staying behind to take care of his family, who desperately needed him to stay on Asgard, which was understandable. Fandral had launched into a lengthy-enough-to-be-reasonably-convincing, well-prepared speech about how he had been dealing with the Midgardians so much already, they should send someone else to share in the joys of speaking with them. And as though that hadn’t been enough, Sif had also requested to stay behind in Asgard and effectively kill two birds with one stone: aid in the defense of their home on top of keeping an eye on Fandral.

Hogun decided that they had all conspired against him.

Upon nearing the entrance into the bifrost, he descended from horseback with a billow of his dark blue cape and wordlessly handed the reins off to a guard standing by the doorway. Hogun entered the room and blinked for a moment, adjusting his eyes to the unnerving amount of brassy-colored gold in such close proximity. He heard Heimdall cough slightly in amusement and the warrior sent a measured glare of exasperation at the gatekeeper.

“Do you know where you are going?”

He moved to stand next to Heimdall, “Midgard,” he deadpanned. Of course he knew where he was going. The mortals had designated some sort of airfield for a meeting place… Hogun supposed that it made sense, given his method of arrival.

Heimdall gave a toothy grin, golden eyes still focused far, far away, “You meet one of Lady Sif’s companions.”

Hogun sighed and rolled his eyes. Yes, he knew. Sif had impressed on him the importance of sending her regards with him, and when Sif impressed, she impressed.

“I will look for your return.”

The warrior nodded at his friend and turned towards the nebulous, star-filled opening of the bifrost as Heimdall made his way back onto the pedestal.

Hogun had never particularly liked traveling via bifrost… then again he didn’t have much other choice. He heard Heimdall’s sword slide into the activator and the room began to whirl, slowly at first until the noise grew into a muffled hum. He felt himself falling forward, through the branch of Yggdrasil that had now dimmed significantly. Hogun almost tried to scowl again, only to find that he had been scowling all the while.

With a sudden, stomach-turning movement that he had grown accustomed to over the centuries, Hogun now found himself falling feet-first until he landed on the solid ground of Midgard. He was immediately greeted by the sight of a tall woman standing not far away before what seemed to be a large, rudimentary flight machine.

The warrior met her gaze evenly, “I am Hogun the Grim of Vanaheim, sent on behalf of Asgard.”

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To Asgard || Frigga & Hogun

Hogun wondered just what he had done in his past life to deserve the events of the last few months. Being hit by a poisoned arrow in battle that, with his luck, had no antidote available to the technology of Vanaheim. Then, practically tied down by the healers of Asgard who did not allow him to so much as twitch a finger until he was fully healed. And now here he was, crouched behind a rock, crammed there with two Asgardian warriors who, in their infinite wisdom, had decided to wager their beards and shields on who could successfully pet Fenrir and escape unharmed.

He elbowed the green-caped swordsman and gave the other one a glare when the two started bickering over who would approach the beast first. After being chased for Allfather knew how many leagues, they still had the nerve to argue over such petty matters. Perhaps he could ask Heimdall how much they had run whence they returned… Hogun shook his head to clear it of such thoughts. Now was not the time--

A thumping noise that could only mean large footsteps padding across the cold, cracked stones made them all cease movement. Then, a low growl came rumbling through the air that made the blood freeze in his veins. His position shifted slightly as… What was his name… Fandral? made to climb over him to peer out at their surroundings. The warrior reached up and abruptly pulled the other man back down lest he give away their positions. Hogun cocked his head to listen again. A heavy blast of warm, rancid air hit them from above and for a dreadful moment, he didn’t dare so much as to breathe.

Slowly, he lifted his head to see the source of the wind, hoping against all logic that he was wrong in surmising the correct origin. Hogun’s grey eyes were met with feral, glowing amber ones. He blinked. He was right.

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How someone could remain so cheerful while being practically dragged back through the Bifrost was lost on Hogun. He had answered Heimdall’s questioning look with pursed lips and a roll of his eyes as Fandral continued to exchange merry banter with Volstagg, who was supporting his other side. The other two were already piecing together exactly which parts of the past hour or so would be presented at the feast that night.

He had been right. Of course he had. As if the last few months had not been enough of a hint. When in doubt, assume the worst, and always be correct. The three of them had looked up to see Fenrir’s enormous head looming over them, teeth bared, pale saliva dripping down in long, sticky threads.

Hogun sighed. Of all the things he had ever gotten himself into, this had to have been one of more reckless ones. If the numbing pain that shot up his leg was anything to go by… Then again, there was also the stinging claw marks and throbbing bruises that covered every other inch of his body.

He almost tripped when Volstagg suddenly stopped walking upon entering the large courtyard that led up to the palace. As soon as he registered who it was greeting them at the top of the steps into the building, the haze of pain in his mind immediately cleared.

The warrior bowed, as best he could with his burden, before the Queen of Asgard. “Lady Frigga,” he addressed her in his customary low tones.

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The Vanir || Sigyn & Hogun

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Sigyn turned to the voice, a smile gracing her features as she recognized who it belonged to. “Hogun, yes I have come back for a time.” He looked different than the last time she had seen him, probably due to the fighting that the Warriors Three had been doing over the past two years. “How have you fared?”

Her eyes drifted to the crutch he leaned heavily on, “What happened?” Immediately she stood, taking his arm, “Sit, standing on a hurt leg will do you no good. It will slow healing and worsen the pain,” The goddess moved him to sit where she previously had been.

“Did no one look at this? Severe or not it should have been taken care of,” Sigyn mumbled to herself. She stood in front of him, surprised she had not seen him in the past few days. So many people had come through though, so perhaps it was not so surprising.

Sigyn pushed a stray curl behind her ear. Waiting for him to respond and ready to dismiss any macho warrior denial he might put forth.

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He noted the way she studied him. Perhaps it was because he was tired and she was more accustomed to seeing him with more energy? Hogun bowed slightly, albeit not as gracefully as he could have without his injury, "How long do you intend to stay?"

His eyes traced her gaze at it fell onto the crutch. "Broken kneecap," the warrior answered curtly. He would have struggled at her attempt to move him physically from his spot. Indeed he would have succeeded were it not for the injury. After all, he technically had three legs on which he now stood. Instead, he allowed himself to be forced to sit. Any unnecessary resistance would have caused more pain.

"The healers had more dire injuries to attend to. This," he gestured at the wrapped limb with a gloved hand, "is not life-threatening. They performed the minimal required."