Melkor becomes violent when hurt. It happened after his battle with Fingolfin. He was bleeding, his foot dragged behind him and it made him brutal and careless. He cloaked himself in darkness and let nobody near his rooms where he hid. The ones who tried approaching him perished.
Mairon is the only one he lets close, and even Mairon treads carefully, then, but also firm. Because his Lords wellbeing is more important to him than getting hurt. He trusts that Melkor wouldn't harm him seriously and he is right.
Once Mairon gets a hold of him, Melkor melts into his touches and lets himself be comforted. But he doesn't like talking about it.
Oh 😍 I'd love to hear about "A Challenge of Forgery" (hoping it's angbang, of course😏).
And the fact that you draw AND write?`Really cool, wow!!!
IT IS OFC ANGBANG WAHEY!! I very much barely write, i just came here to do art and then the characters staged a coup and now i write too...or rather i mainly overthink everything and leave half finished things scattered around my notes and folders.
You can have a full on snippet because this one is almost finished but i'm procrastinating on actually letting it go cause i love it so much (it's already got multiple chapters bc I couldn't stop making hammer innuendos... hahahah)
Summary: Melkor proposes Mairon test his forging skills against the Vala's own. Gothmog gets roped in as judge and glorious chaos ensues.
(Its super early days so I had a lot of fun with Melkor's unlimited power to manifest whatever he wants vs Mairon having to actually WORK for it)
Suddenly Melkor drew breath, his eala and attention returning. He glanced down at the ingot and in a mere blink of power forged his desire without need for fire, hammer, or any other tool.
Mairon swallowed his envy, returning to the thin parchment before him. Nevertheless he felt the weight of Melkor's attention land on him, the press of his vast soul as it brushed up against his own spark of one.
'What are you making?' Melkor asked softly, leaning into the curve of Mairon's shoulder.
He felt something drawn around his waist and looked down to see a golden chain, carved like many interlocking hands and arms. Melkor clasped it shut and Mairon felt him smile against his neck.
Mairon lifted the chain.
'Pretty.' He declared, mind still occupied with his own task. He immediately had to pluck the parchment from Melkor's grasp. 'Do not smudge it.'
'An axe.' Melkor said, obviously.
He shifted through the other drafts and Mairon felt his heat rising at the attention to his flawed designs. He suppressed the urge to catch his husband's hands with his own, to set the entire table ablaze and hide the shame of his imperfection.
'Gothmog tasked me with making one suited for war rather than tree-felling.' He explained.
'He asked you and not his King?' Melkor placed a discarded design at the top of the pile and tapped it, suggesting, 'This one is worth re-visiting,' with a thought. It utilised a sharp spike as counterbalance to the axehead.
'No doubt he deemed such matters below your attention, my lord.' Mairon cut his eyes sideways at Melkor.
His eala was stirring with curiosity, which had ever foretold a reckless or violent act. If not both.
46 for the Thorki kisses 💕💕💕 please, please, please!
Thor steamed into his cup as Loki's laughter reached his ears from the other side of the long mahogany table. His eyes were sparkling with mirth and even though he held a hand before his mouth to stifle the sound, his joy managed to travel across the open space of the royal gardens. Beside him, an elf was looking at him with open adoration, broad smile splitting his face into two at managing to make the otherwise aloof second Prince of Asgard react so openly to whatever it was that he said to him.
Emptying his cup of strong flower wine, Thor broke the vessel against the dusty ground, demanding another to be brought to him immediately.
The Alfish elf had been glued to Loki's side since the moment the Bifrost landed them on Alf a week ago. Never leaving the brothers alone except for them to retire for the night but then, as soon as they woke up, there he was, at the breakfast table, up high on the spacious balcony constructed into the massive Plane Tree Palace, monopolizing Loki with whatever it was that his brother found oh-so-interesting about him. Thor had considered grabbing the elf from his wiry arm and throwing him off the side of the protective wooden rails one too many times.
Hii <3 for the ask game 38) and 41) if you're comfortable with it!
Thanks so much!
38: My childhood career choice
Hmm I thiiiiiink my earliest dream job was vet. I still ended up in a helping profession after a few twists and turns, just geared towards humans rather than animals!
41: Where I want to be right now
Scotland always and eternally. I've had the chance to go to the Highlands twice now, and there's just something about being up there, for me, that feels very grounding and peaceful, and I feel I need some of that right now as I'm a little burned out.
I just found out you have an art block and now I feel so stupid 😆
Also I'm so sorry you're frustrated and losing motivation to publish your art 🫂 I know how you feel. Please don't feel discouraged, this is such a small fandom and it needs you so much! Utumno needs you! Angbang, I mean Angband, I mean ANGBANG needs you!!! ✨✨✨
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I am on here so rarely now, I only found your ask now 😭
Thank you so much for the kind words! I'm definitely not gonna leave the fandom over this, so don’t worry haha.
also don’t feel stupid!! I didn’t advertise it much and have become mostly inactive here. I use this blog as an archive now, so if anyone wants only my art, they can come here :3
