seen from Argentina
seen from Greece
seen from Malaysia
seen from Ireland
seen from Yemen
seen from China
seen from United Arab Emirates
seen from Russia
seen from South Korea
seen from China
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seen from Argentina
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seen from United States
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☂ ♨
☂ for something my muse wants to protect
Tarene wants to protect humans and the Earth. She's lost one home already and would do anything to save Midgard, even if it meant her life.
♨ for something that relaxes my muse
Ice cream. And movie nights. She likes to lose herself in movies.
Winter Baby
My muse can’t reach the top of the tree and needs your muse’s help to decorate the tree.
When Tarene announced the invitation for any of the Asgard populace to join her in her New York City home she wasn’t sure who would take her up on the offer. A few she expected, like Thor, but there were a couple of whom she wasn’t very acquainted with. Narfi, for example, she’d only come into contact with through conversation about him although she was happy to have him all the same. It felt a little less lonesome and a little more like home having Asgardians around for the holidays.
But there was another thing troubling her entirely. As she stood before the tree in its ten feet glory, she hadn’t anticipated how she was meant to get the star on the top of it. Perhaps she shouldn’t have bought such a large tree, but her apartment’s size and spaciousness called for it.
There was no ladder present to solve her dilemma and she doubted she had one large enough anyway. It was a simple thing to carry the tree and lock it down but decorating it was another story. As she stood staring at her problem, she heard footsteps, “Narfi… how would you suggest getting the star on top?” She asked, turning to face the son of Loki.
The solution was simple, as per his suggestion. Moving the tree close to the staircase in her loft gave them both ample room to decorate the areas she couldn’t reach before. A few turns at the trunk allowed them to reach every side and soon the tree with its star on top was back in its rightful place.
ø "Can't I get a strip tease or something?" Nathan grinned, of course, he was simply joking.
6. A strip tease
"Looks like luck’s on your side, Nathan." Clara replied with a roll of her eyes before beginning to slowly, but clumsily unbutton the buttons of her blouse
((What a coincidence holy shit, ain’t you a lucky little shit))
✧
Send me a ✧ and my muse will tell yours the first thing they notice when they look at them.
His eyes. Hildy always thought Narfi had beautiful blue eyes.
Sweet Dreams 3
3. dream where nothing makes sense
* Jaenelle and Narfi were lying in her backyard after being random and having fun for a couple of hours, somehow their conversation had turned to dreams and Jaenelle had been asked if she'd had any dreams with any of her friends in them and she laughed*
Course i have, i had one about you but it didn't make any sense what so ever. We went to get ice cream and we were wandering around when everyone around us turned into circus people and 'afro circus' started playing, then everything went techno. it was so strange.
✧
Send me a ✧ and my muse will tell yours the first thing they notice when they look at them.
It had taken time to make up her mind on the boy, so different from his rebirth on Midgard than when she’d last bent over him, asleep in the crib. Of course, babies grew, and she knew that, but the sudden shift of life force had broken her ability to touch upon his aura for a time, and thus get an understanding, a ‘feel’ for him. So on seeing her younger half brother, her first reaction was one of aloof, if slight, discontent, then the remembered potency of an older sister’s desire to protect what she still saw as her more delicate sibling. It didn’t help that his last visit had been under strained circumstances. She had not forgiven Ares for daring to harm her blood kin.
from-mischief-to-oblivion said:
"Two nights, huh? Okay then! Since I own you for two nights… How about you stay in my place? Or I think I should stay at yours…"
"It's your call, you own me now."
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3.My muse for two nights.
"Alright, fine. I’m now yours for two nights. Now what do you want to do?"
