#chaosnamed

[yukyunotabibito]

📋 just a normal girl over here

Name: Yu- No. That's not possible; is it? Yune.

Age: A young girl, not yet even 10 if I had to wager a guess.

Gender: Girl.

Class: Black Eagles.

Notes:

That cannot possibly be who I think it is; right? I could have sworn... perhaps not all is as it's seems, that often seems to be the case; doesn't it? I will have to ponder it further, but I have a sneaking suspicion that- (the hastily and frantic note cuts off here)

[bringerofstorms]

victorybringer replied to your post: Where does one apply to participate in the Olympic...

I think it’s a bit late to apply, Thor.

chaosnamed replied to your post: Where does one apply to participate in the Olympic...

Do you intend to kill the poor mortals?

fiercestofasgard replied to your post: Where does one apply to participate in the Olympic...

I would be careful were I you, Thor. The Midgardians seem rather breakable.

Why do I get the feeling you all would rather I abstain from the Games completely?

[bringerofstorms]

♢

♢ Unsent Texts

To: Baby Brother

Status: Failed

I HATE you

Lo

Loki wait I did not mean that

I apologize

I love you I swear it

I swear it on Father's beard

To: Baby Brother

Status: Unsent

I only want to know... Why lavender.

Lavender, of all things.

You are an ass.

To: Baby Brother

Status: Unsent

If being with Sigyn brings you joy, I care not if she is a frost giant.

To: Baby Brother

Status: Unsent

If you love her, I am more than sure I can come to love her too.

[balderthebeloved-blog]

Balder is wise in many ways, as many as he is foolish. Left alone with his thoughts, more than once, he has come to the conclusion that loving someone with the loyal ferocity, the unyielding and unreadable bond he has with his brothers…it is a dangerous love.

It is so very dangerous to love someone so much there isn’t anything you wouldn’t do. It consumes you, devours you. It threatens to leave you with out reason or mind for compromise. It is blood and fear and vengeance.

There isn’t anyone - no matter who they were to him - who could stand in the way of it. He would wage war for them, kill for them, die for them. His brothers, Loki and Thor. Beyond all else and far beyond all reason, Balder Odinson loved them with the violence that a man who loved to kill felt when he took a life.

It burned, shallow, just beneath the skin of the youngest son of Odin, the one who wished for peace and light and happiness. The one who would tear worlds apart if they could truly threaten those he loved. The storm, in the heart of the sun, burning bright and deadly hot.

[bringerofstorms]

Though with that fumbling with Mjolnir, I must say I approve of your hitting the disgruntled super soldier. He needs that.

Dare you take pleasure in his possible injury? He is one of the best men I've ever known, Loki. I'll have you know I apologized, most profusely, when it happe--

You. 

We will have words, brother, ones that you will not enjoy.

[bringerofstorms]

-casually sneaks into Thor's bedroom while he's sleeping and changes his hair to lavender before leaving-

[He's going to be pissed as hell when he finds out, but for now he slumbers, unaware. It would be in Loki's--and Asgard's--best interest to change it back before he wakes.]

[bringerofstorms]

Whatever I did to be saddled with such brothers must truly have been terrible. I am taking myself off to bed before they can prod me further.

[bringerofstorms]

Balder is wrong.