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[sigvinr]

‘ what are they like? ’ the question escapes her lips before she can consider any proper greeting, before any manners are remembered and therefore observed. with quick steps she closes some of the great distance between them. he has been something of a curiosity to her since he arrived, yet she has not found a moment with him until now. ‘ the other realms. jotunheim. midgard. ’ her gaze is eager, hopeful even as she looks at him. 

@hvcdrungr​ || startercall

[starxlark]

“Huh? Who said that? I can’t see anyone.” // works both for little Laerke and big uncle Loki or regular Laerke and Loki.

small and tall starters //accepting always!

In the time she’s been on Asgard Laerke has grown in innumerable ways. Few would recognize her as the terrified dungeon rat taken in by the king all those years ago. Unfortunately her distinct diminutive height remained unaffected by thousands of grand feasts and the sharp sting of puberty.

“Oh no, Uncle! Please don’t tell me your ancient eyes are finally failing!” she teased with a high pitched snicker. Laerke pressed up onto her tippy toes and waved her little hand right in his smug face. “I always knew you were old but such loss still seems too soon.”

[slainchosen]

“You’re Mine”

Get possessive of Astrid. (selectively accepting) | @hvcdrungr

            They’re a beautiful couple. On the rare occasion that both of them aren’t being looked at when they go out into the world together, one of them still is. It’s Astrid’s turn in this moment. The young thing that had been trying to capture her interest is lucky, really, that she’s unsuccessful. Putting up with the Valkyrie is a herculean undertaking. She’s certainly not cut out for it. Too many stars in her eyes, too enchanted at the sight of the admittedly lovely creature. She won’t have what it takes to keep up.

            And Astrid doesn’t care. She’s not looking to be anyone’s but the only one who does understand. He puts up, keeps up, and more. Loki doesn’t have to lay claim to her. She is his. She knows that she is, and she’s long since given up trying to fight that. Now, she embraces it. Arching into him when his possessive grip finds her hips, her hands lay across his chest in silent agreement. He doesn’t have to say it, but she loves hearing it anyway. It feels good to be his.

            “Show her.” She dares him softly. “Show everyone.”

[tartareus]

hvcdrungr replied to your photoset: oh, edward….

mANO VOCÊ É DO BRASIIIIL

viaaaaaado, 

é claro q sou <3 

[equinexcellence]

@hvcdrungr | Loki

still reeling from the sheer agony of having his bones shuffled and re-arranged, his organs shrunk and crushed and his muscles stretched, the former S T A L L I O N breathes raggedly through the dust, his new, B A R E form prone on the ground, unceremoniously fallen on shaking limbs. hands curled into fists seek the steady support of hooves, but when he dares to look at them he finds naught but tiny, cracking bones. there is no D I G N I T Y to such a circumstance, and the noble beast’s jaw clenches, finding a growl where he sought a neigh, breathing oxygen where he expected flame. vermillion eyes flare with I R E, finding their target in the pale features of the trickster seiðmaðr - his once M A R E.

“what have you done-- why have you made me so F R A G I L E ?!”

he rasps painfully, wiping a mixture of soil and saliva from his mouth with the back of his hand. with some effort he finally scrambles to his unsteady new feet, swaying whilst he tries to find balance on his hind legs.

[seedsofdiscord]

@hvcdrungr ;; continued from x

The goddess studied the man before her, slender fingers clasping the glass handed to her, cold to the touch. He was dressed like any other man in the room--sharp, neat, sleek. And yet, his presence commanded power; as if all the others were weaklings who merely imitated him out of envy.

It had been so long since Nemain was intrigued by a man. She took a small sip of her whiskey, noticing how he too studied her as her eyes lifted to watch him from the rim of her glass. She indulged his roaming eyes and crossed her leg, exposing just the right amount of skin from the slit of the dress she wore.

“Thank you for the whiskey, darling.” she spoke to him in a honeyed voice, matching the smirk he gave her. “I find myself at a disadvantage--you know me, and yet, I have yet to know you.”

[siimplewolf]

@hvcdrungr  sc

“Who told you I allowed this to happen? Certainly, I wasn’t here while that happened. Now you on the other hand... You were here...”

[viictoriousgriffin-blog]

“Whoever you think you are, I am not leaving this place. I found it, you can go ahead and fuck off.”

@hvcdrungr [ sc ]