#sasscnach

[oftheridge-a]

in hindsight, this whole mess really is his fault. if he had known that claire would come back to him in twenty years time, he’d have done it all differently. but he hadn’t known. how could he have? he’d thought her lost forever to time, and so he’d married laoghaire mackimmie... and hated himself for it ever since. he hadn’t known that it was possible to hate himself more... until claire came back. he’d known that she would find out about laoghaire sooner or later, but the circumstances... they had not been ideal.

so now, with a wounded shoulder, he sits on the edge of his bunk. the ship hasn’t started to move yet, not yet for another hour or so, and he knows that once it does his stomach will be in knots. claire is sitting across from him, eyes downcast, and he knows she’s pointedly not looking at him.

“...i canna tell ye enough how sorry i am, sassenach--” he says, his voice quiet.

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[iinmortales-archive]

         it wasn’t as if he’d completely forgotten his human life. it was much like any passage of time, with more distant memories becoming less clear as time marched steadily forward. flying officer in the royal air force, shot down, recovered in london, died during the raids. no. before that. he was trying to place her face, searching dusty memories for just the right-- there. a nurse. combat nurse at the field hospital he’d been taken to after being shot down. made a joke about having a good scar. claire randall? ‘ shit. ‘ now she was looking at him with similar curiosity, and he could only hope she didn’t recognize him. after all, he was a dead man.

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[alldaddyarchive]

💋

SEND “💋” TO KISS MY MUSE OUT OF NOWHERE.( ᴀ ᴄ ᴄ ᴇ ᴘ ᴛ ɪ ɴ ɢ . )

                                     A heated argument - not uncommon between the two parties involved - Odin had expected to feel the palm of her hand make contact with his cheek. There was fury in her gaze, curls tousled from erratic (although subtle) movements of aggravation and fury. They knew how to dig deep and twist the knives that seemingly tore open each others guts with an unrelenting sense of emotion. Yet, instead of violence, he felt the brutality of her lips crashing against his own. It caused him to tense for a brief moment before he sunk into it completely, one hand cupped the back of her head as if to keep her in place. It was hot and wet, their desire and passion towards one another shining through the action.

[alldaddyarchive]

@sasscnach liked for a shippy starter. 

               ❝ You never learned much about us did you? The Pagan Gods... ❞ he mused, holding his cup in his hand before letting his attention lift to meet her gaze. Jaw clenched for a brief moment, a pause falling between them before he allowed himself to look back into the wine, deep and crimson in colour. It was a rich wine, one that was too sweet for his taste, but he was never one to turn down a drink, ❝ And now you marry a man who thinks those who follow us are witches or demons... ❞ Brow lifted before he tapped his finger against the tankard her held, lifting his head fully to look upon her, ❝ How does that make you feel? ❞