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“What a good little world serpent,” she coos, fingers reaching to tousle dark locks, so very much like his father’s. It’s as affectionate as she can get, really, and it’s still laced with the shark-like qualities she possesses. A predator can be docile and sweet, but it’s still a natural born killer at heart. “And what are we preoccupying our time with today?”

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@tricksandtreason​ / @jxrmungand​ / @sweetestconstancy​

You ever have that RPer you just click with?  You share similar headcanons about what a canon muse is like, you have muses that want similar things out of life, you like the same kind of threads, your writing styles mesh, and to top it off you get along well OOC?

Well that was Jewels.  We’ve only been following each other for a short while - not even six months - and she’s been a delight and a pleasure and we already have a dozen threads between our accounts.  Her Loki is an absolute gem.  I’ve had so much fun writing with her, both here and on my Asgardian OC and on Discord.  Just like any well-crafted muse, Kali remains true to the core of who she is while being able to interact with two very disparate muses.  

Jewels also cosplays female!Loki and her outfits and makeup are phenomenal. 

She’s also a joy to just chat with ooc, and a welcome addition to my Discord contacts.  

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When his voice called her out, Angrboda knew the reason behind it. ‘Jori’, she thought, turning her attentions towards the man approaching her. There was no doubt in her heart that she loved each son equally, despite their differences. And while Fenrisulfr had always been a fiercely independent child – until he decided he wanted to be within her arms – who adored the outside, the unknown, the adventure. Jormungandr was different. He kept to himself, and often needed every ounce of love and care he could get.

Slowly Loki and her tried to have him open up a bit, step an inch outside of his comfort zone. But all in baby steps. Angrboda watched Loki reach her with Jori on his arms, his big eyes slightly masked by his hair. Without saying a word, his tiny arms reached for his mother, and the Chieftain obliged – she always would –, setting him on her hip. She kissed the top of his head numerous times, a small reassurance that it was all alright, regardless of whether he felt something or not, and simply wanted the attention. “Momma’s got you, ástin min.”

Her free hand held onto Loki’s own. “Find Fenris, let's rest for a while. I will be on our chambers”, she said, smiling at him, before placing more kisses on their son’s head.

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Send 🌸 to put a flower crown on my muse!

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    It was a little hilarious to see his brother try and reach to place the flowers to his head, the wolf deciding the kneel down before Jormungandr would fall over. “So this is what you’ve spent all morning on?” Fenris laughed, smiling at the younger one. “Do I look nice with it? At least the crown looks really pretty~”

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The two tangled up with each other in the large bed, sheets strewn haphazard over a limb here, a waist there. Long red hair fell over pale freckled shoulders, nearly hiding Fenrir’s face as Launa hovered over him, pulling teasing kisses from him that were more teeth than lips while their bodies rocked together. They were too caught up in each other to bother noticing anyone else entering.

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“This is my bird friend,” the girl stated simply, made and unmade hands clasped delicately around the beast’s center. “He is a very good bird friend. I caught him all by myself and you know what? He let me do it. So we’re friends, and I am going to give him a little flower crown. Like the kind Papa makes us!”

Her rambling sputtered for a moment, Hel holding out her new companion for her elder brother’s inspection. “You can pet him, if you like. He’s a very nice bird, Jori -- Like you!” There, she paused again. “Except you’re not a bird. Just nice.”

As the black-capped creature started bobbing its head, Hel turned her attention back towards it. Thoughtlessly, she began to mimic the movement, her own head darting to and fro at a slow rhythm. “I don’t know why he does that. It feels a bit silly.”

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“I may be biased to say he’s a good kid considering he’s my own, but he’s a good kid. Always was. Fenrir, as a young’un, was fiery and hot-headed--both in a good and bad way. Jor, though, was dramatically different from his brother. Level-headed, calm, inquisitive. It’s almost like two halves of me split and made these two: the angry passion part went into Fen, the inquisitive passion into Jor. He’s got a bright mind and he asks a lot of good questions. I think... had things been different, he would have grown to be a really phenomenal Jotunn. I don’t know what he would have done with all of his knowledge, but it would’ve been great, whatever it was, and I would’ve supported him the whole way. Imagine the life he could have lived with a different fate...”

Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

“But, yeah, uh... ‘M proud of him. He was always such a sweet, gentle boy and he deserved so much better, but to have him back again is... beyond words. And the fact his disposition hasn’t entirely changed despite his mistreatment... It’s admirable. Incredibly so.”

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At last. After a good while of searching for her son, Angrboda found herself searching behind a pile of books in the library Loki had created in Ironwood. The Chieftain wasn’t much of a reader -- due to the lack of time to have a pleasurable pastime -- and often forgot that Jormungandr was a very different boy from her eldest. The pile of book was taller than Jori himself was, and his sleepy face was pressed against the uncomfortable pages. Thinking back, perhaps the library was the first place she should have looked.

Smiling softly, the Chieftain placed her hands under his armpits and brought him to her chest, his head to rest against her shoulder. A soft kiss on his forehead, and his eyes fluttered open for a moment. “Were you studying, my love?”