#red verse

[kissofmistletoe]

Beloved Brother,

As the Yule feast is being set up I am sending you a reminder that your presence is required. It would be a shame to let delicacies go to waste, most certainly those that have proven to be a nuisance in the past. You may recognize the Midgardian soldier who dared to speak to you. Enjoy it whilst you can, I expect to see you at the table within the hour.

Thor

He knew no good was to come of it. In this apocalypse driven wasteland, under the heavy ruling of the mad Thunderer, there was never any good to come of it all. Certainly not after their last encounter, where blows and brutal words had been exchanged, and the air had tasted of electricity. 

That Thor even dared let him around others seemed brave, given the stag’s known hatred for the regime. 

It did not bode well.

The Star-Child’s suspicions were right, shock shuddering down his spine as entered the old Midgardian hall and saw what lay in wait. All but one seat was left, the prince placed at the right of Thor (oh such an honour, oh the privilege, cried his sarcasm). But it was his meal that carved ice to coat his bones and creep like hoarfrost over his throat. Left speechless and still before the table, Baldr forced himself to move, to settle at his chair and look to the head of one he used to know.

It had been a pleasant conversation, the words rolling sweet from that now-lolling tongue and milky eyes once alight with curiosity. Punishment so it was, for the god to associate with mortals. It seemed as pointless as slaughtering a pig for having looked to the farmer. 

As the thoughts turned and the glacial blue eyes ever-stared, awaiting a reaction, fire built. Coiled in the belly of the beast, it lazily uncurled, tendrils whipping to stoke the furnace. His lungs did heat the air within like an oven, until each breath was steam expelled by a blacksmith’s bellows. Flames built and spread, burning their way through his veins, pooling within fingers and making brands of his palms. 

It was almost a tender caress of the corpse’s head. There was a gentleness to the way his fingertips stroked back an errant lock of hair, as if saying a final goodbye. Cupping the weighty skull in his grip, the fire did burn.

And it did cook.

Within heartbeats the smell of roasting flesh filled the air, pale skin turning golden as the flesh was heated. It rippled through the lifeless man in moments, juices hissing as they escaped in bursts of steam. It was only when, in quick succession, two minor explosions occurred, spraying optical fluid across the table, upon the feast’s participants. The eyes had ruptured, splitting the creamy blue irises in twain, before finally throwing the insult to the table. Uncaring as to which dishes it spilt and soured, the stag rose, gesture compliment. All he left in his wake was an old friend, flesh charred where fingertips had touched, and absent eye sockets staring to Thor.

[kissofmistletoe]

@asgardianhammer:

—– Laughter rumbled briefly through his chest, a deceptively warm sound that followed light-turned-fury until wine touched the stag’s lips. There was approval in it, a hint of relief at the reveal of ferocity emerging from the all-too-gentle mouth, the sight of tainted sibling one he had not considered a possibility.

A short-lived contentment prickled overly sensitive nerves, a sliver of a moment in which the thunderer grins, sloped lips then dropping under the onslaught of words. Hurled questions halt the rising hand, dripping fingers left untouched by the god’s tongue.

‘ Idea?’

The word is uttered calmly, slowly falling from his lips, and only a short glance is spared for the animalistic signs of Baldr’s anger. Were it not for the questions rekindling barely subdued rage he would have appreciated what was observed, would have enjoyed the sight of rare turmoil in the other.

‘ This is more than a mere idea,  lítið stag, much more than a simple, fleeting thought suddenly appearing in the mind of the greatest king that has ever lived- ‘

It is almost unbearable to regard the sibling as the queries resonate for a moment longer, irises boring cold blue into bright gold.

‘ This is our birth right, this is our purpose!’ Jaw stiffens, step forward a heavy stomp that drives sole into the sodden grass, crimson splatters joining smeared companions on thick leather. ‘ This world is ours, formed from the slain Ymir who perished from the grand strength and power of our kind, of our father. It is ours for the taking-’ lightning forks sharp lines across scowl, illuminating the disdain in his expression before settling in a white glow across pale irises.

‘ It is ours to do with as we please. We belong here, not holed up on a distant realm while land and resources are used by simple, undeveloped, useless creatures.’ Bitter taste is chased away with a violent spit onto the ground, posture pulled into a defiant stance. ‘ Unlike you, I am exactly what I was destined to be. You always were an insult to our kind, weak in body and mind, a lion weeping for the insect squashed under his foot. Bite your tongue before you speak ill of our ways again.’

As piercing as the glacial stare was, Baldr never blinked. His teeth were bared now, golden hackles raised as the prey turned predator to gaze fire back at ice. He would not bow before the lion like he always had, not while this burnt deep in his heart. Another’s blood stained his skin, clumped his hair to knots, and tainted his lips. Thor’s cruelty had reached too far, and his slandering words were merely the tipping point.

With speed only the gods could possess, the stag swung his fist to impact on the Thunderer’s jaw. It collided with a thick sound as bone met bone, knuckles impacting on the steep-dipping jaw. Still Baldr was not finished, although it was his tongue to be his weapon. Moving with a swift duck, a golden hand caught the broad muzzle of the beast, forcing gazes to meet once more.

‘’You call me weak, blood brother?’’ came the poison words, spat in a furious coldness that seemed unbefitting of the gruff accent. ‘’I, who share the same mother, the same father? You call me runt without thought to it being you who stands as the abomination of this family? You, who tarnishes the very meaning of the word god?’’

Wrenching the Thunderer’s head with a force unbeknownst to the Truth-Speaker, it seemed as if the very cosmos did lend him strength. The Yggdrasil did quake at the crimes committed, her bark burnt and blood seeped to her heartwood. Mutual though stars were, unbiased in their unwavering scrutiny of the worlds, even they raged with their god. Wheat-tinted skin scorched as the anger heated blood, blood warmed flesh, and yet still he was not done.

‘’You stand as every meaning for the word monster. Birthright? Our birthright is to be what the universe has gifted us domain over! You are no more a Thunderer than Odin is the greatest ruler to have been. You are a deluded boy, Thor, and you are not worthy enough to walk upon this ground, let alone wield that hammer.’’

[poeticandvaguelysweet]

I’m in a devastating fauxlivia/Lincoln + babies mood because seriously look at them, they’re so badass, plus kids, like c’mooooon  But there’s nothing to read and I’m too sick to even remotely think of something plausible and write it down ... that and I’m too lazy to do it. My writing suxs.

[comickergirl]

[missmoonwillow]

[Fan fiction] Red and Blue makes purple chapter one

First Encounter

Yup, so this is it, the fact I will write a bigger summery here than on FanFiction.Net.

Since thinking of the idea of Universes and how we've got the Blue, which is us, and the Red, which is where Walternate and co are from. But the Purple verse... Imagine a place much like a mixture of Red and Blue... The place where Walter didn't just have Peter, but another child... Helen Bishop after recently losing her father, is now in a search to find him. Peter is now torn between what he believes and what he's late father taught him, but could there really be another version of himself?

So yup, I hope if you check it out, you'll enjoy. But most of all thank you Ambre for being such an inspiration to me.

[hariboo]

Lincoln/Olivia/Charlie - Dropped (Fringe) (by valamd)

Flister of mine just made this vid and it's amazing! Kinda a genreswap of the shenanigans of Alt!world. Because LJ is being a dick I can't link to her lj sooooo YT.