#konungsskapari

[silivrenmiriel]

Holy fuck

1 year (of writing)

9 realms

13 chapters

124670 words

Infinite feelings

Hoping some fanfic eagles will carry me away now to rest 🙏

Konungsskapari

Loki/Thor, Rated M. Slow burn questfic ft. worldbuilding, canon blending, and a whole lot of other stuff.

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First time writing an entire realm of non-binary characters and gotta say, it was very cool

Konungsskapari

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Gotta love the notes I left myself during a particularly sleep-deprived planning stage 😂

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Pros of writing longfic: re-reading is almost like a novel experience, bc I wrote this shit so long ago I barely remember any of it

Cons of writing longfic: where do I even begin

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Six Sentence Sunday

Thanks @bottan-blobbington for the tag!

Wrestling with the penultimate chapter of Konungsskapari like Thor with a bilgesnipe in the vain hopes of making some headspace for the Baby Bang 😅 will we ever tire of how poorly these two communicate?

At that, Loki tore himself from Thor's grasp, his features twisted in abhorrence. “You… you see this as a good thing? As a challenge, a game? I–” Loki barked a disbelieving laugh. “Gods, I wish you had just killed me, as you were supposed to.”  Thor flinched.

As for the tags, maybe @nachttraum @angrymadsygin, @cailjei? Absolutely no pressure of course 😊

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WIP word game

Thanks to @bottan-blobbington for the tag! I'm very much a one-thing-at-a-time kind of person (that, and Konungsskapari is such a big project I have no brain space for anything else) buuuut since it's kind of like a hybrid between a multi-chapter fic and a collection of oneshots, it still counts, right? 😄 let's see if I can get one for every remaining chapter...

The game: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word.

My word is: ANTICS

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A

As for its occupant, Thor had never seen one of the Jötnar up close before. Angrboða's sapphire skin was covered in swirling scars. She was clad from the waist down in a skirt made of furred hide, leaving her chest bare but for the bandages around her left shoulder. Her long dark hair was braided with amber in a snake that fell almost to her ankles, her horns long and curved, scarlet eyes glowing with hidden fire. Her features were like those of no man or woman Thor had ever met, and yet somehow resembled both at the same time. Thor could not decide if he found her beautiful or monstrous.

(Jötunheimr)

N

"Norns, you should see your face! Forgive me, Silvertongue. It is an old joke amongst the dead." He clapped a hand on Loki’s shoulder and they started to walk once more. "I do not know how to describe it. It is as if someone has placed a hook beneath my ribs and is slowly reeling me in. I cannot escape the feeling."

Loki chewed at his lip. He knew that feeling all too well. It had kept him trailing after Thor for their entire lives.

(Niflheimr)

T

They passed a cluster of stinking orange rocks, each one several feet in length. Thor kicked at one idly, recoiling when his boot sank into its spongy flank. Loki let out a barking laugh.

"What?" Thor growled. He poked the rock with Mjölnir's haft, and the stench was enough to make his eyes water. "What do you think this is? We've passed quite a many clusters like this."

Loki laughed again, fighting back a cough. "That would be its scat." When Thor shot him a puzzled look, Loki stiffled a giggle. "Shit, Thor. You're desecrating your hammer with the shit of a thousand-foot-long fire dragon."

(Muspelheimr)

I

"It seems the pickled herrings are calling me, brother," he said, turning to face the palace. "Please, lead the way."

Loki's expression switched to something wicked, the kind that Thor knew and loved so well. The kind that always meant trouble. "I'm not kissing you if your breath stinks of rotting fish," he said tartly. "Besides, you have more important matters to attend to than herrings, I think."

(Epilogue)

C

Cool fingers brushed over Thor’s wrist, startling him from his thoughts. Thor looked over sharply to see Loki, a knife already concealed in one hand, his eyes shining with fierce determination. Gold glittered in his dark hair. Thor set his jaw.

(Asgard II)

S

"Stop!" Thor interrupted, circling his fingers around his brother’s wrist. He'd wanted his hair cut, yes, but this was another matter entirely. "Wait, I'm not sure I want that-"

"You can't just have this hanging here from your temple like some kind of worm," Loki derided, waggling the braid between his fingers. "That would be a surefire way to ruin anyone’s perception of Asgardian fashion for the next thousand years."

(Svartálfheimr)

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I see my writing moots are mostly already tagged, but maybe @nachttraum has something to share? (No pressure ofc!) Or if this happens to pop up on someone's dash: the word is FROST 😄

[silivrenmiriel]

It's comforting to know that no matter where, no matter when: one can always seek comfort in making the fictional men kiss 🙃 be it at work, on the bus, or at an awkward family dinner

And speaking of fictional men

I'm halfway through this labour of absolute love and it's simultaneously both my happy place and the current bane of my life:

Konungsskapari

Pairing: Loki/Thor

Rating: M

Warnings: Creator chose not to use archive warnings 👈👈

Chapters: 6/12

Words: 46,881

Summary: Since childhood, Thor has been waiting for nothing more than his chance to go on the konungsskapari, the kingmaker - a legendary quest spanning the Nine Realms, set before the heir to the throne of Asgard when his time comes. Each realm contains its own task, and only by completing them all will Thor prove himself worthy: of his title, his throne, and the Realm Eternal. It's all he's ever dreamed of.

So naturally, his scheming trickster of a brother has to come along and ruin it.

☝️ this summary somehow reads like the blurb of a slightly cringe YA action-fantasy novel but this is absolutely a serious story. Self-advertising is, apparently, not a strength of mine

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Making a little folder called "for when you're losing faith in what you're doing" on my phone and filling it with screenshots of all the wonderful comments people have left on my fics to remind myself that people really do want to read what I write ❤️