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[namedatreus]

Aesthetics | Faye and Atreus

for @bokennedda

[jxrmungand]

@bokennedda

Losing his way from his siblings some time ago, little Jörmungandr uncertainly wandered the streets of the capital. He could have sworn he felt his father’s magick, hurrying several yards ahead only to stop a few paces from a woman who was surely not his father. Similar to the female form he’d occasionally see Loki take, yes, but closer now she felt just different enough to give him pause.

[namedatreus]

@bokennedda | laufey

      ❝ Why can’t we go to the temple, mother? ❝

[starxlark]

"I've got you" from dad Odinn (who will murder someone if he needs to).

Send “I’ve got you” to help my muse wash off blood from their body. 

Follows after this drabble.

She sat still in the chair, void of all animation, like the dolls she’d been gifted when she was first brought to Asgard. Laerke hadn’t been able to figure their function during those earliest days and so they’d simply sat on the shelf.

Some of those dolls held more life than the princesses seemed to now. 

Laerke was slow to float to the surface of the world. Her father’s voice was a lifeline that pulled her up. As she rose she could find only snippets of memory for how she’d arrived in a room. Last she could recall she was in the training yard. 

Oh no.

How long had her hands been shaking?

The tremors spread like wildfire until her whole body quaked. It was a stark contrast to the cold and statuesque posture she’d been possessed by only moments ago. She breached the surface but now felt the panic of drowning.

Terror gripped her tight and refused to let go. Her secret was exposed. After all these years she was still just a steel weapon hidden beneath jeweled clothes. 

Still Gull underneath Laerke.

“Please.”

It was the first broken word in her plea. And then the floodgates burst.

“Please don’t don’t don’t send me back. I’ll b-be good. I promise. I’ll be good. I’ll be good.” She begged as if her life truly was at stake. “I’ll do what you want, I;ll do anything. Don’t send me back. I can still be good. I can stay good.”

Her eyes stayed locked on the blood still trapped beneath her fingernails. Throughout it all she made no effort to pull her hands from the basin and the safety of her father’s grasp.

[starxlark]

“ you’re not in trouble. “ (from Hodr)

Family Prompts// accepting

“I’m not?”

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Hodr. Her heart was full of love and trust for her brother. She squeezed his hand to convey what her words did not. Lately though it seemed Laerke was finding herself in trouble more often than not. No matter what choices she made they always ended with some kind of scolding or punishment. So it was only this that caused her to treat Hodr’s words with doubt and caution.

What a relief it would be if they were true.

[starxlark]

“ it’s a little bit past your bedtime, don’t you think? “ (from Odinn of course, because dad Odinn and baby girl Laerke kills me)

Family Prompts// accepting

Her father’s unexpected voice is met with a silence so long it feels as though Laerke has regressed entirely to those earliest days when all spoken words caused her pain. She’s frozen in place, not unlike the treat caught just in front of her mouth.

“Only a little bit past,” she finally responds. A quick bite cleans her fork but does nothing to hide the remaining evidence in the bowl before her.

“Didn’t want to sleep.”

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Fenris: -squints-

Hello, Fen, meet aunt Vasilija. She bites.

[wolfraged-blog]

“ you’re young , you have a good heart . ” (from grandma Laufey, if that's okay)

*  GOTHAM  SEASON  4  SENTENCE  STARTERS  !@bokennedda

[ The day it is not okay for Grandma Laufey to visit my inbox, is the day you need to send someone to my house to perform an exorcism CAUSE THAT BITCH AIN’T ME AND I’M CLEARLY POSSESSED BY A DEMON. ]

 Grandma Laufey’s words had brought a sense of peace to Vali that he hadn’t known in what felt like his entire life. He had always kept the contents of his mind under-wraps, even from his own mother. But with his Grandmother, he felt transparent; he couldn’t hide anything, even if he’d wanted to. For once, it felt nice not to have to concentrate on not revealing his thoughts. 

Involuntarily, he leaned back and rested his head on his grandmother’s chest. “ that’s what scares me, ” he said, his voice faded and raspy from exhaustion. “ what if the dreams are telling me that I’ll one day be bad? Every night, I dream of a wolf monster and he does…bad things. horrible things and he makes me do them, too…every time Narfi and I play, it feels like he’s not going to be here for as long as I am. It feels like I’m waiting for something I can’t stop and instead of every day is a normal day…it’s like I wake up prepared to say goodbye to him, but it feels like I’m going to be the one to cause his death, but I’m trying not to…”