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@lokakin​ || continued from x

Hyacinthus smiled up at Vali, watching the blush appear on his cheeks. He always thought Vali was handsome, no matter what he had been doing that day. This wasn’t flattery in an effort to get something, he just wanted to tell him.

Smiling at the kisses, Hyacinthus rested his hands against Vali’s chest. “You never have to earn kind words from me, you already deserve them,” he murmured, leaning up to steal another kiss.

[llgeneralhuxll]

@lokakin

It was his first day in duty. Well, training to be in duty really. It was hard to get into the ranks of Einherjar because they were elite soldiers, and Hux who was smaller and weaker than most needed to work harder for it. And smarter. Thank you to his human genes from his mother. His father had busied himself with a human and now he was there, sometimes even picked on over what he was.

Hux made sure his sword was so shiny he could blind someone with it, and he clutched his shield tightly. It was on the heavy side. “Today your job will be ensuring no ill-willed people will get in the palace. We have been ordered to have more defense presence today. See anything unusual, tell us immediately.” He was told, and after that he went on walking around the palace dutifully. Trying not to stare at the nobles too much. He wondered what it would be like to have everything he wanted so easily. Hux was a bit stiff when he walked, clearly a new one. People noticed.

[victorybringer]

*high pitched screaming* “MOOOOM!!”

@lokakinThere’s nothing as terrifying as hearing your child scream like they’re being murdered. So Sigyn can probably be forgiven for appearing in a blink of an eye, dagger in her hands, ready to absolutely kill anyone who might be harming her children.“What’s happening?!”

[silvertonguedgod-archived]

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This is the first snow of Ragnarok.

No vicious, icy rush, the bluster of a storm soon to strike dead the world and die itself ------ these flakes fall steady and silent, inexorable and inevitable as the will of Skaði. It was she who had passed judgment on Loki, torn his family asunder ------ decreed that Vali should be made a monster in the image of his eldest brother, and tear his next nearest limb from limb. 

And now it is she who scours the worlds in search of he who should not be free. She who has taken Yggdrasil in hand by Odin’s vow that he will not see it returned to his care until the Trickster has been safely returned to the cave and the serpent, Sigyn returned to the bowl. She who still sits in judgment, who has painted these golden days of late summer silver in her image.

Here, in the last of the wilds, the Mother of Monsters seeks the last of his free children, the last of the free wolves. Here, in a patch of forest abandoned to an ancient poison from a time when wild places still were ------ the last forest not crouched in the shadow of steel and cinder like a haggard mongrel ------ he can feel the presence of his ancient child.

In an earlier age, this place may have been surrounded by countryside. And in that countryside, once, there may have been mortal people who would have lamented such an early frost, the blight upon their fields of golden wheat now withered husks, broken, stricken. People who, after the coming three seasons of winter ------ three seasons of famine, of strife, of war ------ would see the jaws of wolves close around the sun and the moon, and would cry for so kind an unhappiness as hunger. 

But in this age, there are few such people ------ people who set the rhythm of their lives to the changing of the seasons. In this age, so many long centuries since the end of the earth was foretold in books of myths half-forgotten, prophecy has turned to fairy tale, and the unseasonable snowfall is little more than a curiosity.

A being with hair once red, now struck through with dull silver ------ man or woman, it is difficult to tell ------ wanders half-dazed through the undergrowth. They do not know that it is snowing ;  what few snowflakes manage to filter through the pine boughs overhead turn to water and fade even before they reach the autumn-warm earth. The ancient, aging god does not perceive the water. Though their eyes seem glazed among the jagged scars that cross their face like lightning veins, they move with purpose. Sometimes their threadbare cloak ------ once crimson, perhaps, but now of a color that more closely resembles dried blood ------ catches on a branch, and each time they tug it free, they become a little more ragged than before. 

They thought they were following a wolf. 

The creature they find crouched and hidden is much too small ------ and much too familiar.

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Vali carefully took the infant, gaze lowering to it’s small face. He watched the baby wiggle in his arms and couldn’t help but smile. Vali adored babies – that was no secret. And seeing one with his sister, it warmed his heart. Despite the fact that it was most likely not her child. Then again…

He gave his sister a suspicious look.

“Hel.. where did you get this…?” 

It warmed her heart to see him happily hold the lively baby. The little thing wriggled and squirmed but made only the most contented of sounds. She barely even noticed the look he gave her. That is, until she heard the tone of this voice.

She shrugged nonchalantly, “The baby field.”  

[sinnhelmingrmoved]

@lokakin is feeling musical.

“This do I swear: I will be there.”

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@lokakin from X

Talon just looks at the boys and sighs.  First of all, they were the picture of Definitely Not Fine (though the fact they were walking was a good sign at least), and secondly, what the fuck did they get into now?  

It wasn’t a point worth arguing though. So long as no doctors were necessary, it was fine enough.

He points at the bathroom door.  “Come on.  Let’s get y’all cleaned up before your mom gets home from shopping.”