#fablealyn: narfi

[helreginn]

@fablealyn asked:

"I'm up, I'm up... okay, I'm not up." (from Narfi)

For the insignificant years between them, it is a wonder how energetic Hel could be when she was having a good day (rare as those had become). The room fills with giggling laughter as she rests her cheek on the couch cushion beside her big brother's head, blinking at him with disturbingly large eyes.

"If you're not up," she teases in a playful song, "Then you're not here to watch me!~"

There was just enough menace in the lilt of her words for it to be a threat. A daughter of Loki? With no witness? Oh, the things that she could get up and into it!

[helreginn]

@fablealyn asked:

My muse is dozing off. Send me “CARRY” for my muse’s reaction to yours picking them up and carrying them to bed. (from Narfi)

"Mmh," something between a sigh and a snore falls from her mouth. Her eyelids droop with declining resistance against every blink and her head wobbles unsteadily.

Somewhere along the way, she'd stopped participating in their conversation. Somewhere even keen-minded Hel didn't notice. Her thoughts narrow to hazy recognition of her surroundings; The firelight that dances amidst shadows on the wall. The steam rising from her mug of mulled wine on the coffee table. The blanket covered knees her gaze falls toward as even her head succumbs to the weight of her fatigue..

It isn't until he scoops her up that Hel remembers his presence. She makes a soft exclaim in the back of her throat but cannot muster the energy to fight.

He is not their stronger and larger brothers but she feels weightless in his arms. Later, she will hope he doesn't notice that she almost is. Her cheek settles against his chest with comfortable instinct.

"I'm awake." she tries to reason, hoping he might set her down. It would be more convincing if the syllables didn't slur together, a tired mumble.