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*listens to ur heart with a stethoscope* *takes ur temperature* *flashes a light in ur eyes* yep…. it’s exactly as i expected…. ur really cute….. *writes a prescription for lots of kisses*

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Soy Cordobés - “El Potro” Rodrigo

This is how live concerts are in Argentina. Please notice the energy in the people. ISN’T IT CRAZY??!?!

A la memoria de Rodrigo Bueno. Puro cuarteto cordobés!!

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This girl right here, she’s my fucking idol! Beautiful, Classy and REAL!

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“If you could kill me,” she teased right back, cheeks flushing bright pink. Short he may have been, but Bell was teeny, just two inches shorter than the man. “I’m quite difficult to kill. Or so I’m told.”

“Ah, a woman after my own heart.” An eyebrow raised and he smirked wider, turning to look at her to focus his attention entirely on her. “We are certainly going to get along if you are as difficult to kill as am I... What is your name?”

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Honestly, Magni didn’t know what he had been expecting – obviously things wouldn’t just pick up where they left off. But, on the other hand? He’d never gotten a reaction like this before ( but he should’ve known, it was ridiculous of him to think that he wouldn’t. every other time before with others, it had never been as serious as it was with ale. they’d only been flings, of course they didn’t mind when he left and came back again. not to mention, he’d only been in love once before … hundreds of years ago. he’d like to think that it was like riding a bike – that you don’t forget how it works, or how to do it. but he had ). 

He couldn’t bring himself to look at Ale, grey hues remained downcast all the while. He didn’t lack the courage of his convictions, but he couldn’t bear to see the hurt on his face – hearing it in his voice was too much, as it was. War-hardened hands churned against one another nervously as brows remained furrowed. He started to shake his head at the question, but didn’t get much of an answer in before the door was slammed shut, ❝ no, I just —- ❞

His heart sank the moment he was faced with that closed door. A colossal hand immediately moved to his face, to brush away wayward tears from long lashes. Fingers moved through tawny locks, tugging the wavy strands away from his face. Turning away from the door, he leaned against the railing beside the porch, nearly perching all of his weight upon it. It was not often that Strength sought that very thing from his elders, but it happened. And this was one of those moments. The Mjölnir pendant around his neck was clutched, as he said a few words to his father — please grant me the strength to see us both through this, I have no more. 

That was when he heard footsteps on the other side of the door. He knew what he heard, but he wasn’t foolish enough to think that Ale had come back to open it. His response was pretty clear, and Magni didn’t blame him. Just as he felt he had mustered enough strength in weary limbs to move from the porch, he heard Ale’s voice. For a moment he doubted himself, the sound was so soft, but he knew what he heard. A small, somber laugh fell from him, and this time when he responded, his voice broke just a little. ❝ You know that I am. ❞

Alejandro was angry, but he had trouble realising with whom. But it was with himself, angry that after what happened he was willing to forgive Magni. He didn't want to, but there it was. His heart on his sleeve, ready to be handed back to Magni, more bruised, with some additional cuts, and the same old scars that would remain forever. Before he spoke, Alejandro let out another breath, a shaky breath before he spoke, before he wondered out loud if the man he still loved the most was still behind that door. He was fighting to not let his voice tremble, but he knew that if Magni was still there, the tears that were burning his eyes, hurrying to be poured, would be released.

And he was there. He knew it, yes. But he couldn't be completely sure. He couldn't know that Magni was still waiting for him to open the door. Why was he so sure Ale would open the door for him to begin with? Was he able to read his mind? Was Alejandro as predictable as that, perhaps? There was a soft thud on the door when Ale pressed his forehead against its cool surface, his palms curling into fists as he closed his eyes tightly, a couple of stray tears rolling down when he did so. "... D-do you... Do you have where to stay tonight?" It had been so long that the idea that Magni's place was still available for him was rather hard to actually believe.

And while he'd say he asked out of curiosity, he knew, deep inside, that he wanted to know if Magni had a warm place to spend the night. He wanted to know if he'd been eating well, if he'd been sleeping well and if he'd been getting into many fights... As he spoke, he pulled away from the door, angrily and hastily drying his face with the back and heels of his hands. Annoyed with himself because of how much he still worried about the other.

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Well —- it’d been decades since the last time he’d been slapped. He’d learned to take a punch pretty well, being a warrior it was a necessity. but a slap? It was jarring to say the least ; but he wouldn’t for a moment, claim that he didn’t deserve it. His reasons were his own – and it had been that way for as long as he could remember, but that didn’t make it right. It didn’t excuse his actions. Maybe this was the opportunity for him to be completely honest with Ale … if he would have him ( but how long has it been since he opened up like that? he’d let his guard down to fall for ale, but the world was a different place the last time he spoke his truth to another. he’d been burned then – and he’d never forgotten it, that scar was carried with him like the weight of his ax in hand ). 

No words fall from him as Ale raises his voice, instead grey hues fall downcast and brows furrow deeply. He’s not wrong in feeling this way – after all, what had he expected? That he could show up and things would be just like they used to be? Often, he forgot that time passed differently for Midgardians … he loved so to be among them, yet these simple things – he forgot. But that wasn’t an excuse, there were none at this point. His face stung from the slap that had caused his head to remain at a tilt in the offending direction, but he was still listening. His shoulder swayed backward the slightest bit at the poke, and it was a good moment before Magni could find his voice. 

It began with the clearing of his throat, the hanging of his head. Broad shoulders lifted in a half-hearted shrug, there was nothing he could say that would make this better — that would mend the wound. And he knew it. His usual melodic tone turned soft as he responded, ❝ I’m sorry, Ale. You deserve better – ❞ really, what else could he say at the moment? A colossal hand reached in the bag he was carrying, to pull out a glass that was wrapped with a red bow. With a small sniffle, he hands the bottle of dulce de leche to Ale, ❝ I got you something. ❞

On one hand Ale wanted an explanation, wanted a reasoning behind his leaving. He wanted an excuse, a good one. To know that his suffering wasn't just because of a whim. But on the other hand, there was a very real possibility that he'd start crying the moment Magni started talking. And while he wanted an excuse, he didn't know if there was a good enough explanation as to why he did what he did. Perhaps, Alejandro's methods of reading people weren't as good as he imagined.

His features turned sour, something aching of a sneer tugged at his lips, and yet there was nothing but sadness and hurt in his eyes. "You're fuckin' right I deserved better!" He hissed loudly, poking him hard again. It took all of his will to restrain himself to punch Magni, because that even if he did, it wouldn't make anything better. It wouldn't even make him feel better, it would only leave him with sore knuckles and he did not want that. "At least you could have fuckin' waited until I arrived that day, you-you could-UGH!" He clenched his fist and tightened his jaw, snarling and blinking rapidly to stop any stubborn tear from rolling down his cheek.

Ale blinked again, looking down at the gift that Magni brought him. It had been months, maybe a year, since he'd seen his favourite treat, his mother hadn't been able to mail him any of the treats she'd always send him. He swallowed hard, hating the fact that Magni remembered what his favourite was. Hating the fact that his cold, broken heart warmed at the thought. "Gimme that." He hissed as he snatched the jar from the other's grasp. "You think you can make it better with this? That this will erase all this time you were fuckin' gone? I-I thought something happened to you I thought... I thought..." He had to bite his tongue, many assumptions had gone through his head from the day Magni left to that very moment. I thought you didn't love me anymore, he thought, but he did not voice that.

He took a step back from the door, and without any warning closed it with a loud slam. He looked down at the jar and let out a deep breath before walking to his kitchen, putting the jar down and immediately taking his hands to his face. The heels of his hands running from his forehead to his head. He hated everything, he despised the fact that Magni still had an effect on him, that he still managed to affect him in ways that Ale was not aware of. He still loved him, and he hated it. After a couple of minutes of pondering on what to do, Ale walked back towards the door, slow steps as he placed both palms against it.

"... You still there?" He asked quietly, his voice barely loud enough to be heard on the other side of the door.

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Helping My Injured Muse Sentence Starters

"Oh, God, you're bleeding. You're bleeding a lot."

"Stop squirming, I'm trying to help."

"Hang on, I got you."

"Just lean on me, I'll help you walk."

"We should get that looked at."

"Don't tilt your head back, you'll make your nosebleed worse!"

"Just sit up and breathe, ok?"

"Eh, you'll be fine. I think. Maybe."

"What ever you do, don't go to sleep. Stay awake."

"Oooooo. That looks painful."

"Oh, thank God! Don't scare me like that!"

"How the hell did you do this to yourself?"

"Hey, hey, stay with me, ok?"

"You stopped breathing."

"Oh look, it's alive."

"Take deep breaths, you'll be fine."

"Arms shouldn't move like that..."

"What happened to your leg?!"

"Yep, that's broken alright. How'd you manage that?"

"Here's some ice."

"You're welcome, by the way."

"Do you need an ice pack for that shiner?"

"Yeesh, you look like shit."

"Wait, you were mugged?!"

"Is that a stab/gunshot wound?"

"Ok, ew. I'm not cleaning that up."

"Easy, easy! Just lay down, you hit your head."

"You probably have a concussion, so I wouldn't be moving arou d too much if I were you."

"We thought you were dead!"

"On a scale of 1 to 10, how much does it hurt?"

"Can you walk on your own?"

"You're getting blood on my clothes!"

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

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Magni had always been a wandering soul – a thing he often prided himself in, and yet … it was a thing which caused great distance between himself, and those he cared for. It’s no easy thing, to deal with long absences, while he follows the wanderlust wherever it may lead him ( and one day, perhaps … there will be one who will be willing to travel at his side … but that’s yet to be seen ). If there’s one thing to be said about his absences – he always returns. Always. The second thing? Alejandro was on his mind the entire time. And that’s where his feet led him. His knock upon the door is soft for his size and stature, and his smile is faint and apologetic when the door opens. 

❝ Hi …. remember me? ❞

After the incident with his ex, Alejandro found it extremely hard to connect with people, to find himself willing to trust, to be willing to let other people in. But then Magni appeared in his life, at random or maybe because destiny wanted to give him a much deserved gift. And it wasn't fast, it took time for Ale to let the other in, he didn't make it easy, he held his walls up high and sturdy as ever, because he was scared of how much Magni could hurt him, should he ever decide that Ale was not what he wanted anymore.

But after some time he finally let him in, after some time, Ale let his walls crumble and showed himself as vulnerable as possible to the other.

Something that proved to be a mistake. How could he be that stupid? How did he not see it coming? Magni appeared out of nowhere without a warning, and left just like he showed up. Leaving Alejandro to deal with his broken heart. Not even a note, not even a goodbye. Not even a word to explain. There was a voicemail in his phone, but he refused to listen to it, he refused to listen to empty excuses that meant nothing to either of them. He decided it would be the last time, the last time he let himself be in that situation.

And he did as he promised to himself. From the moment Magni was gone, Alejandro indulged in meaningless sex, one night stands with as many men as he could get his hands on, neither of them spent more than one night at his place, and he would promptly kick them out if they pretended more. He tried to drown his pain in orgasms, in empty words said during climax. And that morning was no different. He had just kicked a man he met the previous night at a bar, and when he heard the knocking on the door, he figured it was the same man, a puny little thing that was surprisingly good in bed.

But when he opened the door, it wasn't the same puny man he kicked out. His eyes moved up to lock with Magni's, his jaw clenched and he swallowed thickly, the hand holding on the door tightening its grip until his knuckles were white. Many emotions went through his expression and his mind, shock, pain, regret, anger, happiness, relief, ire.

He heard the question, he heard it clearly, but he did not want to answer it. Because saying that he did not forget Magni for one day would make him vulnerable once again in front of him. Instead, the hand that was clutching the door let go of it and immediately was raised, colliding with Magni's cheek. The sting on Alejandro's hand meant that he was real, that Magni was actually standing there. "Who THE FUCK do you think you are?!"

A breathy scoff left the Argentine, as he looked around as if to try to hide the tears that were threatening to come out, burning his eyes. "You're asking me if I remember you?! You?!? The one that cared fuck all and just got up and left one day without any warning?! With nothing more than a fuckin' voicemail?!? Huh?!" He had to bite the inside of his cheek to not break up and cry in front of Magni. He shook his head, his gaze briefly landing on Magni's before looking away. "Y-you just think you can waltz back into my life like that?! Without any sort of consequence?! Who THE FUCK do you THINK YOU ARE, you motherfucker?!?!? GOD I could KILL you right now."

He didn't care that he was raising his voice while practically being on the street, and that neighbours were starting to stare, to peek out of their windows and front doors to see what was the commotion. He did not care about them, he only cared about the man standing in front of him, but at the same time he hated him. "How dare you show your face after what you did?!" With that said, Alejandro poked Magni's shoulder with his index finger rather hard.

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“If I tell you how I managed to do it then I’d have to kill you. And we don’t want that. Well I don’t want that.” The short man waggled his eyebrows, smirking playfully at the woman.

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“Field medic?! Oh, my!” The sorceress chuckles in spite of herself, throwing her hands up in an overly dramatic gesture, only marginally aware of the sparks of electricity leaping off her fingers as she does so. Her eyes – those vile, yellow eyes – glint with mischief. “I’d tell you that I’m relieved to hear that I at least managed to tempt you but in all honesty – I’m glad this went no further. Relations with men are so tedious.” She shudders demonstratively, her normally inscrutable face twisting into a grimace of mock disgust before she shrugs her shoulders, those eerily perfect features settling, becoming expressionless once more.

“What transpired between you and the king, then? Last I heard, you were his closest confidante. What did you do for things to change so drastically, I wonder? You must have done something!”

It was not a secret that magicians were eccentric, Alejandro was not free from such a description himself, but he always thought how sorceresses were... For a lack of a better word, insane. And Philippa was the perfect example of such insanity. But there was something about the sorceress that Alejandro enjoyed, that he found amusing. And no, the sparks flying from her fingers was not what he found enjoyable, but he did find it amusing. "I could say the exact same about relations with women. I've been told you fuck them once and after they crave loyalty like the air they breathe, as if you owe them that loyalty. And it is such a bothersome side effect." He clicked his tongue and shook his head, the idea of monogamy was far from appealing, if anything it was repelling to him.

A sudden eyebrow arched when the sorceress asked about him and his king. "Wouldn't you like to know, Philippa? What kind of fight we got into? Maybe I killed him and placed an illusion in his place to do my bidding. Maybe I was caught and now I'm on the run." Of course none of that was possible since he was loyal to his king and to no one else. "Or maybe, I decided I did not want to participate in some things... What kind of things? This I will not disclose." Or maybe, Alejandro was just bored out of his mind, locked up in a tower full of beautiful, half-naked men or rather, half-naked illusions. Wanting to see real men up close, other than other advisers, the king, and the servants.