#avravner

[sinnhelmingrmoved]

@avravner ll sc ll accepting

“Hypothetically speaking, my lady... You could be permitted back into Valhalla, could you not?”

[lovelornrocketscientist]

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Symbol meme || accepting

✪ You seem like a cool person✦ I like seeing you on my dash❊ I want to roleplay with you

Thank you so much. I’d love to plot something with you. I think we started to talk about it but never quite got around to the plotting bit. Whoops! Feel free to IM me when you have a minute to chat. I’m around most of the time.

[bornheroes-blog]

@avravner | x

         “I get the feeling that is not a rare phenomena for you.”

It nevertheless made her laugh despite herself. Never before had Svava seen a situation go from a literal battle to the death to… this, in approximately thirty seconds. Awkward was one way to put it. Uncomfortable might have been her choice until he’d said that. Props to him for a quick turnaround.

She shifted until she realized that was a terrible idea; the space they’d found themselves stuffed into had barely enough room to breath, let alone move. She hadn’t been this close to anyone in centuries.

         “I don’t think we’ve officially met. I’m Svava, thank you for making it awkward.”

“No, no, not at all."

Really, he had quite a talent for making things awkward. But hey, awkward was quite an upgrade from fighting for your life, wasn’t it? All in all, he decided, he’d done a pretty decent job. Eventually, he’d have to figure out how he was getting them out of there, but for the time being he’d stick with staying in there and hoping that things calmed down outside.

At least it’d give them a chance to catch their breath.

“Right, no time for formal introductions when you’re busy trying to stay alive. I’m Tony, Tony Stark. I’d shake your hand, but...” He tried to gesture to the very small space they’d found themselves in, but even just raising his arms wasn’t very easy, so he settled for just chuckling awkwardly. “And the next time you need something turned awkward, you know who to call.”

[hisladyofmischief-blog]

Of Days Passed

@avravner

“You...? Did you ever know a man by the name of Agi? He was a General... I-I don’t know much more than that, except that he originally hailed from Vanaheim and pledged loyalty to the king’s army...“ What was it her mother had told her? “... after the Second War of Nornheim, I believe.” It was all so very long ago, tied to events that the rest of Asgard had been told to forget, but the opportunity to perchance hear word of her father and his deeds in battle was too sweet to lose even if as distant as memory. 

[penniesfortheferryman]

@avravner​ ;; closed. 

  “I was not expect anyone around here.” Kharon says with a little hum, not looking a the other as he was currently tending to some vegetables that he had planted along with a few flowers.

[theadoptedprince]

The Darkened Stars

@avravner

“How is it you’ve spent so many years on this planet?“ New Asgard hummed with life, echoing with murmured conversations of passersby and shining with light reflected against the glass and metal streets. A good imitation of the ancient architecture of Asgard though a mockery, steel rather than gold. And the stars were wrong - perhaps that’s what bothered him most. The sky was dark, freckled only with scant stars dimmed by the pollution of a wasteful world. “I believe I’d go mad.”

[helheimrulcr]

@avravner

     “Well well, now just what do we have here?” The Goddess didn’t need to be told who the other was to know what she was. The way she carried herself, it was all too clear. “Shouldn’t you be dead?”

[manhattancoffee-blog1]

@avravner liked this soft starter call!

        Fidgety fingers fumbled mindlessly against the back of Beth’s palms, quelling the nervous energy at her not-so subtle efforts to probe the other for important information. Important to her, that was; for the date of her Secret Santa was drawing to a close, and she needed to find something for a gift --- less she die of embarrassment.

        “So, say you had a friend ---” she began; hands lifting, fingers parted and voice quickening on her next sentence as if though that might save her. “And no, it’s not you before you ask --- don’t start questioning me! But if you were assigned a certain friend for Christmas gifts and you had no idea what to get them... what would you pick?”