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[starxlark]

@loptgangandi asked: 🤞 ( Send 🤞 to grasp my muses chin)

The youngest of Odin and Frigga’s children had finally come of age. Laerke was no longer a girl, yet not quite refined enough to be a woman. She was a lady though, and the entire whole realm showed up the night before to begin the celebrations. It had been a wild time. The princess’s enthusiasm and vivaciousness was infectious to all who encountered her. 

The morning of the second day carried a vastly different atmosphere.

One of Laerke’s trusted ladies was tasked with finding some form, any form, of assistance. “She is in a frightful mood,” Selby confessed in a near whisper. It wasn’t treasonous to speak of the princess to her brothers, but it felt like a betrayal all the same. Never would she speak of her princess’s secrets, unless no other options remained. Going to Loki was indeed a last resort.

“I thought at first it was just an effect from last night’s... libations. But she refuses to allow us to dress her, refuses her hair. When she speaks it is short and sharp. Not cruel, we know she would never be cruel and yet it feels as though it would be all too easy for her to be. I’ve never seen her eyes so dark, never seen her so still. I am worried for her, my prince. This is different from any fit or depression she’s had while I’ve been with her.”

Loki finds her just as Selby described: sitting at her desk, staring at a stack of blank paper, still in her robe. His intrusion into her room elicits no reaction. Even as he takes a seat beside her Laerke doesn’t move. There’s no fight in her as Loki’s steady fingers turn her head to face him. Oh, but there is fire in those eyes; too hot and angry to ever be mistaken for the cool stillness of Gull.

“I don’t need whatever hangover cure you’ve brought,” she finally decides to spit out.

[shieldworn]

“You should find someone else, love. You don’t want all the ugliness I’m going to bring into your life.”       @loptgangandi​ : dragon age 2

THERE'S A LONG MOMENT OF SILENCE THAT FOLLOWS THAT ADMISSION, and the soldier eases out a long, steady sigh. It's been a rough night, to be sure; then again, when it comes to all of their lives, it's something of a miracle there are peaceful nights. 

He leans over, curling a strong arm 'round the god's middle, resting the bearded scruff against the back of Loki's shoulder. " Listen, " he says, the words low and a little muffled, " I'm here because I want to be. Okay? No matter what comes. It's you that matters, not any of that shit. Because believe me, I’ve seen a lot of ugly in my day, and this? This is anything but that. "

[sigrvif]

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@loptgangandi​ sent:  [ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

         The entire evening had been a dream. The palace alive and bright with cheer as people gather and drink. The feast was to honor the eldest prince, and the Queen had made certain that everything ( absolutely everything ) was perfect. And it was, aside from her lingering annoyance at the younger of the two. 

         Of course, she had been polite to him. To do otherwise would be dangerously inappropriate. He is the Prince, after all. One wrong phrase and she might be tossed in a dungeon or ( and more realistically ) her father could lose his business with the nobles here. So she managed to quell her anger at him, enough to get by without a fight. 

         Ingvar looked down at his daughter, brows lifting curiously. Her glare was stuck on the Younger Prince; the boy had lied, however he had been good to her. As much as Ingvar didn’t like the idea of her daughter courting, he wasn’t foolish enough to ignore how happy she had been with him. 

        ❝ You cannot ignore him forever, you know. He’s royalty. ❞  He spoke as carefree as always, despite Sigyn’s glare now upon him.  ❝ And, I know that you’re very angry with him, but don’t let that, or your own stubbornness, stop you from having a future with someone. You liked him... you liked him a lot, if I recall correctly. ❞

       Sigyn folded her arms across her chest, looking much like a petulant child.  ❝ What’s your point? ❞

       Ingvar chuckled, his large have lowering to her shoulder.  ❝ He made a mistake, lying to you. You’ve made plenty of mistakes too. So, if you can forgive him for it, forgive him. ❞  He squeezed her shoulder.  ❝ Go on. ❞

        Sigyn hesitated, but only a moment longer. Then, determined and stubborn as ever, she crossed the floor to where he stood. His brother beside him, however Sigyn only offered Thor a quick bow. Her attention focused solely on Loki. The expression on her face was not exactly friendly; with furrowed brows and an unkind glare. And when she spoke, her words came harsher than intended. 

       ❝ Dance with me. ❞  Her arms unfolded only to offer a hand to him, but for a moment, he still seemed a bit dumbstruck. Sigyn sighed, reaching down to take his hand in hers, then pulled him out toward the open floor to join the others.  ❝ I want to dance. And you are going to dance with me. ❞  She took both his hands, keeping one in hers and placing the other on her waist, and stepped closer.  ❝ You do know how to dance... don’t you? ❞

[forcedwolf]

@loptgangandi​

“Why do you call yourself Laufey’s son,” it’s a genuine question, one he’d not thought to ask as a child. It was just part of the many facets of his father’s identity he accepted then. He’s old enough now to realize that Loki calling himself Laufey’s son before he would call himself Farbauti’s is an oddity. 

[hardwiredweird]

Some more FrostShield for @loptgangandi and @shieldworn​.

[itsybitsyparker]

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Peter leaned back against the rough concrete of the rooftop, grimacing a little as his costume somehow came away slimy? Ah New York, never change. He peered up at the night sky, hazy through the city smog but still beautiful, then glanced sideways at his companion.

“Okay, so I gotta know. Asgard, Jotunheim, Vain-whatever are those like in the Milky Way? How far away are you actually from dude?” He paused for a moment. “What are they like?” 

[writedisaster]

🌱🌱🌱 @loptgangandi gets a wee Charlevoix starter for nonbinary day!

        “Oh- hello!  I wish I’d known you’d be coming by.”  Charlevoix claps his hands together, a cloud of flour rising from his palms.  There’s just enough sunlight left to turn the dust in the air golden.  It’s been years since he last saw Loki, and while the god is essentially unchanged, Charlevoix isn’t.  There’s still the same winespill down the right half of his face, and still the same catawampus smile when he sees Loki.  But creases have appeared in the corners of his eyes, and he’s broader in the shoulders and the waist, built like the baker he is now rather than the navigator he was then.  Still, he remembers Loki’s favorite recipes. 

        “I would have made something special if I’d known,”  he says, leaning on the counter.  “But- is there anything I can get you?”

[forgedinwar]

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—The silence never did anyone any good, Tony especially hated it. The days had crawled lately and he felt as though the world was waiting to swallow him whole. There was a moment when he paused in his anxious pacing along the large glass windows to stare at the city below. For a heartbeat, maybe two, he was just glaring at the gleaming lights that seemed to mock him.

Barking out a laugh he turned sharply, throwing the empty glass of scotch. It shattered with a satisfying sound across the hard floor. His vision was blurred from the alcohol and he was just...angry. Masking his anger, guilt, and pain with sass and alcohol had always been Tony’s default. It was no different now. On a day like today he was thinking far too much about the blood on his hands. Things he’d never spoke aloud to anyone. “Damn it..”