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[diem]

——                  she wore the sun in her hair,   light weaving its path through a crown of wild-flowers. unvoiced wisdom concealed behind  PERPETUAL YOUTH like flecks of gold embedded in the dirt under her nails.   and everywhere she went,   she went with childlike joy in her naive heart,  a smile to coax flowers to blossom and which saw the  boughs of her trees laden with such precious gilded fruit.                                                                                         (  IÐUNN OF NORSE MYTHOLOGY.  )

[the-mjolnir-owner]

"How you feeling?"

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"I need to get out of here, will you help me?"

[muniinn]

Munin was silent for a long time following Thor’s request, her gaze darting about the room as though the walls themselves might offer her answers.

Finally, tentatively, she nodded. She supposed it couldn’t hurt for them to escape the confines of the hospital for a short while, even if only to allow them some fresh air. Being cooped up in a hospital bed was no fun, after all. She moved towards the bed, extending a hand for him to take.

“Come,” she said, her voice hushed. “I saw a door leading to the roof,” she explained to him, matter-of-fact. It was hardly a surprise that she should favour high places, rooftops and high branches both. It was in her nature.

[hrodvitnirunbound]

muniinn

/Go away, bird./ It was a growl, low and bitter. Ah, Odin’s ravens…such irritating creatures.

[muniinn]

Munin ruffled her ink-black feathers where she perched atop a lone branch, fixing beady eyes on the wolf below. So reluctant he was to be observed. Munin took flight, gliding down from her height to settle on the lowermost branch of her chosen tree.

For a few moments, it seemed she would be content to remain in her raven form, not deigning to speak. Silence was something so natural for her, after all.

Finally, the feathers receded and the wings stretched out into limbs.

   “Careful how you speak, wolf. I mean you no harm.”

[harfagri]

{ 4 Warriors }

     ”Aye!” Fandral called attention to the other, a smile on his features. “I was about to enjoy a meal. You should join me.” He gestured to the seat across from him.

[muniinn]

Munin came to a startled halt as Fandral’s voice followed her. She had noticed the warrior as she walked past him, of course, but she had not expected an invitation to dine with him. She often was left alone, treated with the wariness of men and women both. They knew who she belonged to, and to whom she would report information. She acted as Odin’s eyes, and while not everyone in the Realm Eternal had reason to worry, most did. It was better to err on the side of caution than have their indiscretion known.

She turned back to the warrior. “I have yet to see you eat a meal alone,” she remarked, a hesitant smile curling her lips. “Your admirers would surely flock around you, should you extend the invitation to them.”

[lokitheliesmith]

muniinn started following you

[lokitheliesmith]

"There’s no need to tell me that, you’re a raven not a parrot."

Loki had little time to listen to her protestations. He wasn’t doing anything wrong per se, but he had never liked being watched even at the best of times.

"Turn your eye elsewhere, Feathers. I’ll sit here and read until you leave if I have to."

[muniinn]

Munin scowled, affronted though she could not explain why. Loki’s opinion had never given her much cause for concern. She did not often speak to him, tending to favour the form of a raven in his presence, but she would listen to his jibes and bristle, feathers ruffling loudly in a muted protest to being referred to as ‘bird brain’ and ‘feathers’.

She frowned at him. “Then I will not need to tell you I have watched for centuries. You and everyone else on this realm, or on any other. Why the sudden self-consciousness?”

[lokitheliesmith]

muniinn started following you

[lokitheliesmith]

"It bothers me that you report all you see to him.”

Loki’s voice dripped contempt.

"Go and find someone else to bother, Munin. I hear the humans are doing something interesting."

[muniinn]

Munin’s expression remained unchanged, for his answer did not surprise her. She had reported much to the Allfather, after all, and much regarding Loki himself. The contempt she could hear in his words did not even seem to faze her. “My brother and I were created with that purpose in mind,” she reminded him, a rehearsed speech. “What else would you have me do, if not that?”

She folded her arms across her chest, making no move to leave. “I don’t report everything I see.” Munin knew she shouldn’t sound proud of that fact, but years of watching had created in her a streak of defiance. 

[lokitheliesmith]

muniinn started following you

"There’s no point in hiding, bird-brain, show yourself!"

[muniinn]

Munin didn’t deign to reveal herself at first, though there was the tell-tale ruffle of feathers as she sulkily adjusted herself on her perch. Bird-brain, indeed. The highest branches of a large but old tree had become her chosen vantage point for the late afternoon, the foliage concealing her presence from most. But she knew better than to hide from him.

Finally, with a flutter of wings, the raven descended from the tree, transforming mid-flight to land as a woman before him, graceful in this as she was in her usual form. “Loki,” she greeted, amiably enough.  “I was not hiding. I was watching.” She canted her head, a curious expression settling across her countenance. “Does it bother you that I watch?”

[troubledthunderer-archived]

“This is the dumbest thing you've ever done."

"If you truly believe that you are in for a shocker."

[muniinn]

Munin frowned, a furrow forming in her brow as she listened to Thor’s brazen words, telling of his innate impetuosity. Her hands curled into loose fists at her sides as she resisted the urge to change forms, to take flight as an ink-feathered raven and report his folly back to the Allfather... That was her purpose, was it not? Hugin would never have hesitated as long as she had.

“Thor,” she spoke, taking a step forward. “You musn’t. You know I have little choice but to inform the Allfather, should you continue down this path of foolishness. I implore you to see reason.”

[captainamericarogers]

"I just want to try something..."

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touching foreheads

                      Steve didn’t mind talking to new people, in fact he                       found it rather exciting. He always tried to be polite.                       You just never know what might happen. Though                       when she pressed their foreheads together, he was                       quite confused. This was a woman he just met.

"Not to sound rude, but what are you doing?"

[muniinn]

Munin’s answer was not immediate. Her hand remained a gentle pressure against Steve’s bicep, their foreheads resting together. The expression of deep concentration that swept across her countenance might have been comical, were it not for the utter strangeness of the situation.

She blinked, leaning back with a frown of discontent. “I saw others do it,” she elucidated, the perplexed expression never leaving. “Men and women. I assumed it to be a common Midgardian greeting. Is it not?” Perhaps she had been mistaken. Her role was not to learn about Midgardian culture, after all, but to gather relevant information for the Allfather. 

[muniinn]

Open

[nxcxsxtxbxt]

"I have no other choice."

[muniinn]

Munin dropped her gaze, conflicted. "Neither do I," she said, hushed. "I must tell him, Thor. My loyalty is his."

[kingxfmischief]

"I'm invisible to you."

Loki sighed slightly as he glanced at the other. “And why do you believe that?”

[muniinn]

“Because it’s true,” Munin replied, her expression one of amusement. “Would you deny it? My purpose is to see, not be seen... And perceptive though you are, you are no exception to that rule.”

[muniinn]

Open

"-- You cannot ask me to keep this from the Allfather."

[muniinn]

Sexual Sunday | Open

Munin looked over her shoulder at the other, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. "Midgardian women wear lingerie to tantalise their partners," she explained. "... Well? Is it working?"

[muniinn]

—but oh, you poor pitiful helpless worthless child

                             did you really think for a moment?

                                           that you actually had a [c h o i c e] in life?

[drxugr-blog]

Loki shrugged. “I’m not interested in pointless conversations but to answer your question I will simply say many woman would die to sleep with that man. They crawl around his feet waiting for him to pick them and once he has done he simply puts them on their way before moving to the next one.” He sighed. “Of course, I don’t hate the man but that is how his mind and body works.” He grinned waving his finger about as he spoke.

[muniinn]

Munin wrinkled her nose in distaste, curling her fingers against the surface of the table as she considered Loki’s words. Fandral was charming, she supposed, from what she had witnessed of him with other women. He had never seen Munin as an object of desire, however, given that whenever she was around him, she tended not to take this form.

“I am not one of those women,” she said coolly. “You will simply have to endure my presence until I see fit to leave. I am not so easily distracted, Loki.”

[drxugr-blog]

Loki laughed and rolled his eyes. “You never cease to annoy me bird. Always doing the opposite of what I say.” He hissed before tapping his fingers against the table.

"I’m sure you would find Fandral much more interesting..especially for your gender." He mocked before laughing quietly to himself. "Oh? I’m a great source of great curiosity? Please explain..”

[muniinn]

Munin lifted her shoulders, dropping them in a casual shrug. It was not her intention to act in defiance of him, but Loki’s will was not for her to bend to, and nor was she one to lie. “You hold no control over my mind,” she spoke calmly as ever. “The world would be a rather dull place should everyone meet expectations.”

His words made her brow furrow, confusion settling in her countenance. “Explain your comment, and perhaps then I might feel inclined to explain mine. Why should I be more interested in Fandral’s company than yours? I would not wish to partake in his sordid dalliances, regardless of my gender.”

[drxugr-blog]

"No..he isn’t." Loki simply stated before crossing his arms and grinning.

"You are simply a nosy bird who should mind her own business…I should of dealt with you years ago.." He quietly replied, teeth grinding against each other in annoyance. "Why don’t you go bother someone else and leave me be? Give me some peace.." He turned back to the bowl, snatching it and moving to another spot on the table.

"Go both Fandral and his many women or something.."

[muniinn]

Munin hummed, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. She remained neutral, since her loyalty to Odin was clear; her entire purpose was to feed information back to the Allfather. She acted as his eyes and ears when he wasn’t around. Hugin thought her a fool for favouring this new form, she knew. She had not remained wholly detached as she watched the worlds. It had sparked desire in her, the longing for a sense of freedom.

She moved with Loki, following his steps before lifting herself to perch on the table edge. She canted her head again. “You have not the power to ‘deal with’ me,” she said boldly, a tentative smile unfurling across her lips, amused at the idea. “And I have no reason to observe Fandral’s... Questionable exploits. You, however, are a source of great curiosity.”