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[mischiefandnightmares]

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Fey attempted to stifle her cursing as she tried to pull out the arrow that was now embedded in her shoulder. Although she soon gave up. Letting out a rather frustrated growl in anger. She hated to admit it but perhaps insulting Fairy folk royalty to their face was a bad idea. But she could not help it, it just sort of slipped out. They were far too sensitive for her liking anyway anyway.

But now the Spirit was stuck here, in this forest under a tree. Attempting to extract this arrow and mend her wounds. Fey pressed her back up against the trunk of the tree, internally cursing the old Gods for her bad luck.

But just as she was about to attempt once more to extract the arrow, she heard a twig snap. Someone was here. Fey reached for the dagger by her side and waited. She was not about to be prey for come creature that lurked in the shadows.

[emeraldsnakesdagger]

The Mission

“I never would have taken anything from you. I only wished for us to talk. You couldn’t trust me? I was not the one to betray you in the end. I have far more cause not to take your word, than you do not to take mine...” 

The God of Mischief paused, rubbing his face and sighing. “Did it... help? When I was in a similar situation, I know it didn’t for me.” 

But you have made it clear that we are not the same.

“I was in the way of your mission, and was so from the beginning, I see that now. But I... I only wanted for you to be ok. For things to be put right for you...”

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[manymusesofsaria]

Flames In The Dark

Anvar wasn't exactly one that enjoyed war, let alone one that was basically wiping out his people. The war with the asgardians had been more than brutal, but even so, he wasn't aloud to go out and fight alongside his people. No, his father claimed that he had a bigger plan for him, and that he didn't want him to end up dead on the battlefield, like so may others of his people. If his father had his way, he wouldn't even allow him to set foot out of the safety of their crumbling walls. He wasn't just going to sit around and do nothing. The least he could do was tend to those that were injured on the battlefield, so that's what he did. Late in the night he always took flight from the balcony that connected to his chambers, remaining high in the cover of the clouds in search of those that had been injured and left to die. He even healed injured Asgardians, if their wounds were bad enough. It was inhumane to just leave them to suffer, and he wouldn't outright kill someone if he didn't have to.

He was over the more forested area of the realm when he spotted someone, crumpled on the ground. He dived down, landing gently next to the being on the ground, reaching out and placing a gentle hand on their arm before rolling them. He was surprised to see that it was a woman, as he knew Asgardians didn't exactly have many women warriors. A small sigh escaped him as he scanned her for injuries, spotting a few that were pretty bad. He needed to get her somewhere he could properly look her over. "If you're awake, I'm going to move you somewhere safe so I can work on your wounds, alright?" He spoke softly before gathering her up in his arms, careful not to jostle her around too much.

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[viveetvivant]

“you don’t understand, i had to do it. i had to kill him.”

               “I do,” he denied, wanting to believe he of all people was perfectly aware of what it was like to succumb to a blinding bloodlust while being under the impression that whatever guilt followed it could not possibly feel worse than the sensation of unfinished business burning through one’s veins. “I do understand, believe me, I do.” The way he saw it, she was experiencing the burden with which he himself had been cursed as he let himself fall into a space-time abyss, only to fall at the Mad Titan’s feet. Was he right? Was he projecting? It didn’t matter, not to him. His priority was hardly whether or not they shared that experience in common, but rather that she should not be carrying the overwhelming, soul-crushing despair that had overcome him not long before the TVA had arrested him. “Are you alright?” was all he wanted to know. | @nctaboutyou​

[dustified]

@nctaboutyou​   :   “How could you understand what I am going through?!” (for Loki!)   |   [ meme ]

Loki whipped around to face her, a strangely desperate sort of anger flaring up in his chest. “Because I am you!”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted shouting back at her. Huffing out a sigh, he shifted his weight, his posture changing to a more tired stance despite his expression remaining the same. “I’ve been where you are, Sylvie,” he continued, his voice much quieter than just a moment ago. “What you’re doing isn’t going to get you out.”

[emeraldsnakesdagger]

Flower Love Language

Your Result: White Carnations

Living for love! 

You see your partner as a light in the darkness, and you reflect that light back to them, showing your love not only in your words, but in your actions as well. You would fight for and support each other no matter what...it may be the two of you against the world, but when you're together, there is nothing that stands in your way!

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[heroesfromtheashes-a]

[ hit ] (for Thor!)

Thor wasn't exactly sure what to think about this fight. It was actually both impressive and nearly eerie with the sense of deja vu it gave him. Why did this feel familiar? The woman's style reminded him of someone but honestly he had realized she matched his strength, and well as soon as she shot magic at him, it dawned on him. She reminded him of Loki...but surely there weren't that many Asgardians...he didn't know.. right? @nctaboutyou

[somethingxgreater]

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“You’re quite confidant for a plan whipped up in seconds.”