#blazingruins

[zhestokiyvek]

★ (Don't know if you're doing this one yourself but I just like the image of Natya tossing him over her shoulder.)

[I’m not doing the meme myself, but I have mental images of this attempt being made and Natya either falling over backward or...managing to heft this Very Large Man and carrying him out while the majority of his legs are dragging against the floor...]

[absolutepoison-blog]

     ' well, that was completely my fault. I apologize. '

( after having grasped her balance again, she looks at the man she has just bumped into and gives him a charming smile before kneeling down to take her papers from the floor. )

[wingshead-a-blog]

blazingruins, vxlatile, xstarkesque, myatonements

he gives a resigned sigh, holding the empty coffee pot at eye level.

❝   we really need  to  invest in a bigger coffee           pot. there's just not enough coffee to go around.    ❞

[asgardiaswarrior]

blazingruins 

      It is good to see you, my friend.

[warriorxgoddess]

Revelry

It was only once Sif stepped through the wide-opened doors of Bilskirnir that she could finally relax. The consequence of being absent when Thor returned from Midgard, had she known he would be returning so soon, the trip to Nidavellir would have been put off until a later day. Alas, she had not known and arrived back in the Realm Eternal after the celebration had already been announced. Hopefully her last minute efforts to make herself presentable had not been for naught. 

Making an effort to shed any harried expression that might have lingered, she immersed herself in the cacophony of the great hall, stepping through the crowd as she moved deeper into the room. Normally sound would echo off the cavernous ceilings, but with so many bodies occupying the space, noise remained localized, the singing of the bards and the melodic harmonies of lute and lyre. 

Volstagg's voice rose above the rest as he reached the climax of a story that Sif had heard enough times to have memorized, and a small group of dancing nobles forced her to alter her course by a few steps. The table she sought was in sight, the familiar forms of her closest friends, and a handful of other warriors they had commanded during the battles to put down the marauders that invaded the nine. 

Thor had not been immediately visible, but she knew he would make his way to them at some point in the evening. Leaving Fandral and Hogun to listen to their robust friend, she headed for the food table, piled to overflowing with a variety of roast meats, vegetables, and breads. She tucked a lock of loose hair behind her ear and set to work, filling a plate to pick at throughout the night before those with bigger appetites finished it all. 

[janefxster]

Blue.

ASK ME TO DESCRIBE A COLOR WITHOUT USING THAT COLOR

We were sitting where the earthmeets the sky and the sighs ofthe wind made him shiver andshimmer like the scales of therainbow fish glittering below.This was the way he laughed,the sound bouncing on theglassy surface and dancingwith fish that flew. He said,"they can fly because theywished hard enough. Godsaid, okay, and look at themgo, look at them fly, Jane.”This was seeing the dreamsof fish come true, right beforemy eyes. Bright and endlesslike the sea that was a windowand his smile, wide as theocean shore.                                                                 We were sitting where the earth                                                                 meets the sky and the sighs of                                                                 the wind made me shiver like                                                                 naked silver birch trees that                                                                 couldn’t hide their shame from                                                                 the biting winter winds.                                                                 And this was the way I cried                                                                 until I could taste the salty                                                                 sea on my tongue. He said                                                                 nothing even when I wished                                                                 hard enough for him to speak                                                                 even if it meant  his voice was                                                                 going to be nothing but the                                                                 hollow rattle of bones.                                                                 This was hearing God say no                                                                 because not all fish fly. Some                                                                 have to sink. Dark and thick                                                                 like the wool coat I wore, the                                                                 one that was a constant itch                                                                 on my skin even when I tried                                                                 to shed it.