#nannathedaring

[pointy-eared-pest]

Unlikely Friends

Mustardseed was not fond of Nanna Iwaldisdottir. Well, perhaps not at first. Considering when they met, she'd practically yanked him out of the air, and proudly announced that he was now her faerie. 

Well.

Mustardseed was no one's faerie. Though as he watched her make the tiny clothes she'd spoken of wanting to make, perhaps he did have a friend in her. A loud, wild, frankly terrifying friend. But.. an ally, to say the least.

He wondered why she wanted to make those little clothes.. he had clothes. They were fine. He wasn't even sure why they were necessary in the first place. He watched her in silence, intrigued by how her hands did such fine work.

[kissofmistletoe]

-dreamily sighs at from a distance-

''Was that a winter wind I felt, or a maiden's sigh, my dear Nanna? I fear you are putting Dáinn, Dvalinn, Duneyrrand, and Duraþrór from their duties.''

[romulus-quirinus]

nannathedaring has entered the den

((Anything I write here with Romulus and  Nanna would be way too creepy, even for me. So hi! Hello! Have a headcanon that has nothing to do with your character at all!))

Romulus detests Batman. He detests the Joker. He detests Harvey Dent, and the Penguin, and Harley Quinn, and Commissioner Gordon and everyone else in that franchise.

They never seem to be able to PLAN, except the Joker, and the character was simply insane. Romulus had no use for insane geniuses.

So he read Watchmen instead and sympathized with Ozymandias; he too was doing horrible things to make the world a better place in the end...

[shielddeputydirector]

nannathedaring is on file

(hi, welcome and have some headcanon!)

Maria, by and large, gets along better with the warrior classes in Asgard than the healers or sorcerers. It's only natural, after all.

But sometimes people look askance at her for it, and she wonders precisely what they would have her do. She knows nothing else, and no other way of life.

[oflovebeautyandwar-blog]

Motherrrrr! -Nanna, in childlike fashion, threw herself onto her Mother's lap, big sad eyes looking up at her- Var and Fandral are courting, but Syn had to say she loved Fandral, too, and now Fandral will not have either one for fear of hurting the other! You have to help! Var and Fandral were going to run away together and get married under the stars and I was making her dress and now I have a heap of fabric and it will go to waste! And poor Var will be a lonely woman forever!

Freyja was motionless while Nanna told her of what had happened, the surprise leaving her without a reaction. “…what?”, she said at first, before bringing a hand to her forehead. “Fandral and Var will do no such a thing for if they wish to get married, they shall do so honorably”, she spoke in a calm manner, as she tried to wrap her mind around the words Nanna said. “And I shall speak to Syn myself. Bring your sister Var to me, dear Nanna. And Fandral. Specially Fandral.”

[kissofmistletoe]

She giggled, "Oh yes, my lord. I know your name! I believe everyone in the realm does. How could they not? You are the fairest prince and one of the kindest, to be sure."

''You are most kind,'' Baldr laughed, running a hand through his hair at that. He wasn't the greatest receiver of compliments.

''I am sure they exaggerate, my lady. I very much doubt they have seen me when I rise in the morning. They might say something different if they had.''

[kissofmistletoe]

"Nanna, my prince. I am Nanna. I serve your mother along with my sisters..." she curtsied, a silly smile and dreamy look on her face that never looked away from Baldr. She wanted to swoon right then and there so he would catch her, but she refrained.

''Then it is a pleasure, Lady Nanna, to be of your acquaintance.''

He couldn't help the smile in his voice as the god watched the woman, noting the day dream sparkle in her eyes. Not forgetting his manners, the prince bowed deeply, curled locks falling over his face for a moment until he met her eye again.

''As I am sure you know, I am Baldr.''

[kissofmistletoe]

-dreamily sighs from afar-

”And who are you that might breathe so loudly, my lady?”