#mm;hallowtask

[milesjstark]

Miles looked around the dance and could not help but scoff just a smidge. The whole idea behind having a dance was just dumb, he didn’t like them. “This is actually sincerely dull?”

[spellsandballet]

“Yes I got the okay from my mother to wear this, now can you please just tighten this thing for me?” May turned around to reveal the slightly loose laces of her Columbia costume’s corset.

[aesirlokison]

Aesir didn’t exactly want to go as anything for Halloween but he knew that he had to attend and in turn pulled together a last minute costume by finding a Batman shirt at a thrift store. He intends to come up with a witty comeback in case anyone asks him what he is but he has yet to think of anything.

[aesirlokison]

It had been many years since Aesir had his nightmare, he had it frequently as a child after his parents had explained to him why they had hidden him away from the world outside of Jotunheim, but the nightmare had faded away. Until recently.

He stood in the throne room of Jotunheim, leaning cockily against the throne. In his hands was a spell book, his eyes moving over it whilst an apple levitated in front of him, spinning on its axis until Aesir would pluck it away, take a bite and then return it. It was always more relaxed on Jotunheim, more confident, even more cocky. But like how sports players played better on their home ground, Aesir was generally better in his home realm.

"My Prince." His attention was withdrawn from the book when a worker of the dressmaker appeared in front of him, holding two designs for two different cloaks. They were both a light blue with white trim, designed for a woman. The worker was asking him to pick and after a few seconds a sound that was a mixture between disgruntled and overwhelmed escaped his throat.

"Mother?" He asked for help with a smile, catching her attention as she lifted her head from the work in front of her on the throne.

"The one on the left. The silver will suit her eyes better." The worker, satisfied with this answer left them alone in the throne room until his father walked in only moments later.

"A pretty cloak for a pretty girl I presume?" He asked with a smirk as he approached the pair, kissing Sigyn softly broke he stole Aesir's apple, not that he minded.

"Let me be." Aesir teased in return, snapping the boom shut as the man draped himself over the throne next to Sigyn.

The moment was peaceful.

And unfortunately shattered too soon.

The doors to the throne room burst open in an echoing screech that was quickly swallowed up by the sounds of yells, metallic crashes and feet stomping disrespectfully across the floor towards the trio.

"Aesir! Run!" His mother's words didn't properly register in his head but the firm shove on his back worked just as well.

He raced away from the throne towards the help exit, his feet stumbling and catching himself before a guard grabbed him. At first he froze, pulling uselessly at his arm before he remembered who he was.

In half a second his guard was down, revealing his blue skin that hid underneath his magic. Reaching out the man pressed his palm to the exposed face of the guard, hardly listening to his screams of anguish and pain, only waiting for him to let go. And he did.

"I wouldn't run boy. Tell me, you've spent time on Midgard. Did you ever read Alice's Adventures in Wonderland?" Fear shot through Aesir's gut at the question, spinning around on his toes to see the sight in front of him.

His father was on his knees, a silencer on his mouth and his head forced down by another guard. His mother was also on her knees but a guard his hands were in his hair, pulling her face up to expose her neck where a sharp blade pressed against her jugular.

"No." The man whispered quietly, staring at the petrified face of his mother and the defeated expression of his father.

"Come quietly. Or off with her head." The guard snarled, staring at Aesir as if he were something disgusting on the bottom of his shoe.

So he did.

Aesir bowed his head, let the spell rise up on his body again and shut up.

The only sounds left in the throne room as he was lead away were the pained screams from his mother and the soft sobs of his father.

[romanticpoetics-blog]

My Child || Nightmare

Content Warning: child harm, abduction.

Sleep had been riddled with terrors for many years, often resulting in nights of pacing dark corridors and peeking into her children’s room. Loki would have never told her that her fears were unnoticed, and yet not once did she ever mention them to him. It was far too real, too close to what they had gone through to even think about confiding in him. Yet, every night she tried to sleep, again and again, the same cycle.

She was sitting in her throne room back on Jotunheim, many things on her list for to do’s while she was home. She looked over them with mild distaste, she’d always loved being Queen, helping people. It was her duty and she took to it kindly even as an Asgardian. The sound of feet across the floor bounded through the large empty halls and she wondered if someone had come for a visit, it was none, none other than her precious son Aesir who, in a slight moment had found himself climbing up the throne to sit with his mother like he always did whenever his keeper would look away.

“Your Highness I am quite sorry--” The lady began but Sigyn shushed her, not like her husband in the ways of hiding her child away. “It’s fine. I am not expecting anyone for the day, he should be fine here.” She waved the girl off and pulled the child onto her lap. She cooed at him, her fingers brushing his tousled dark hair from his face. “My darling.” She mused, kissing his forehead in such a way as to coax him into a smile. “You do realize you can not fight every day on when to sleep.” Aesir grinned widely at her in that oh so charming way that he did. “I wanted to see you, Mummy.”

How could she say no to her son? So she let him stay, just till she was about done with her work, and as she hoped to send him to bed--Loki had returned home. The look in his eyes was fearful, and yet also threatening. “Off to bed now love.” She kissed him once before he ran to his father’s arms, gaining a mild hint of what she thought was a smile before he stood somewhere between them. “Loki, I--” She silenced as he approached.

“It won’t happen again.” She said when he stood afront her. It looked like he was angry, but in that moment she ceased with her ability to hear him at all.

The small boy ran back to resume seat on his mother’s side, but all else failed to be realized when the large doors of the throne room opened to reveal her greatest threat. Her world slowed, and in all of her experience she had no way of protecting him, no way of hiding him from the people who burst in from nowhere. Time persisted, faster, too quick for her to react as she held onto her son. All voices became muffled as Loki approached the seeming leader of the group whilst she battled with another for hold of her son. One breath was all it took for him to be ripped from her arms, dragged away screaming and kicking at the man that had grabbed him. All she could do was watch as her own arms were held back by another.

“No!” A piercing scream left her as so many had surrounded her own husband, leaving them defenseless against it all.

As the child was removed from the room, Aesir’s screams died, and she knew he had been taken. In a flash of light the men were gone and she fell to the floor. Her once regal demeanor was broken and she was a mess on the floor whilst tears flooded from her eyes. Arms were around her in only a moment but she only sobbed and held herself where her most precious son had just been only moments before.

“My baby... My son.” Another scream left her, louder this time and more pained. “My Aesir...”

[lenamagnisdottir]

Halloween 2017, School Dance

[aelinthorsdottir]

Halloween 2017, School Dance

[kittenintherough-blog]

If You Trust || Nightmare

Content Warning:

“I was never afraid of anything, nothing that mattered. Spiders, bugs, creaking houses; those are all normal, rational fears. Mine are different... not strange, exactly, but different. No one else can do what I do, they don’t live the life I live... These are my fears.”

Megan Katherine Summers;

      She can feel her heartbeat in her head as she runs, runs away from the kids that torment her, but they aren’t kids anymore, they’re all adults. “Freak!”, “Loser!”, “Weirdo!”, “Guys she’s deaf I wonder if she’s dumb too!”. The insults follow her as she climbs to the top of a nearby slide, the one at the back of the playground where no one wants to play. She can only hear their screams from her one ear, her cochlear implant missing, taken by one of the boys. She covers her ears and sobs, rocking back and forth. The kids get closer, they followed her up the slide. “MUTANT FREAK!” One yells, and she knows they know about her. “I’ll bet she reads your mind when you’re sleeping.” “How can she read minds if she can’t even hear us talk?” They’re surrounding her.

“Mummy.” Megan whimpers to herself.

“Oh look, the little freak is crying for her mummy. Mummy can’t save you now Princess.” They rattle off insult after insult, pushing her from side to side, grabbing her by the hair, and pushing her again. She weeps, she can’t move, can’t get away. Her body won’t let her and she’s slowly falling more and more out of the range of being able to hear them. “Freaky Megan, Freaky Megan!” They shout at her, over and over whilst jostling her about. Her anger boils, it builds under her skin but still she can’t move. They’re regressing, they are kids on a playground once more, not the adults she thought they were. They push her one more time while another grips her hair, her eyes clench and her fists are raising to cradle her face.

She screams.

They fall.

But the kids don’t only fall, they drop. Some near her, some fall off the slide. They’re in pain, sobbing, crying, and some of them are screaming. It’s loud enough for a primary school teacher to hunt them down and rip Megan down the slide.

She can only hear broken parts of the teacher’s sentences, she begins to cry.

Soon the teacher fades away, and all that’s left is her. The world is silent, for once she can’t even hear half of things. She turns around and she’s surrounded by bodies. What once were kids are now adults, her friends, her family--everyone she knows. They’re on the ground, but they aren’t screaming now, they’re just laying there, eyes wide.

They aren’t breathing--none of them are.

They just lay. Lifeless.

She’s done this, she’s hurt them, just like she had hurt the kids.