#skadvaldur

[drondskaath]

Wretched Fate | Carnal Heresy | 2023

Swedish Death Metal

Artwork by Skadvaldur

https://wretchedfate.bandcamp.com/album/carnal-heresy

[griimarch]

@skadvaldur​ asked; Loki is 6"3 hehe

Oh my god Gemma is so much shorter than Loki. 

[krasnayavedma]

“we have each of us a secret.  let me know yours,  and i shall tell you mine.” (hello! ❤️)

Wanda’s eyes glow a shining scarlet red albeit for the briefest of moments. Aside from having ties to Thor, Wanda did not know if she could trust Loki. He was, after all, the God of Mischief, and a man she barely knew. The rumors and hostility that surrounded him was blatant; and truth be told she didn’t know what to expect. Was he putting on a façade, or was he truly the devil that everyone was making him out to be ?

Despite her mixed feelings, somehow deep in her bones she felt that he was just as broken as she. Fractured, but honorable. A melancholic sigh escapes her lips. ❝ In time, ❞ she finally answers, her voice soft. It was a promise she intended to keep; though, now was not the occasion to unpack her past nor her secrets.

the picture of dorian gray starters / @skadvaldur !

[damagedsmile]

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He doesn’t want to believe Loki is here so he doesn’t. He tells himself it’s a complete coincidence that his old friend walks into the same café as him in Florence, it’s definitely not because Loki is looking for him. 

I’m dead, a’ight, let me rest! 

He turns back to the picturesque view outside, the busy streets where mopeds weave in and out of traffic, the beautiful ancient architecture, the fountain with the golden lion head. He hopes he hasn’t been seen as there are plenty more sights he would like to see here. He doesn’t want to leave Florence just yet. He wants to go see the Church where they have this suit of armor they call “the Devil’s armor”.

He puts on his sunglasses and acts casually, hiding his face behind his cup of coffee. Just another old fart, nothing to see here.

[damagedsmile]

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Kat had told him there was this spot just before the tunnel, guys go there either in their flashy cars or by foot and look for some “company”. Most of them look for girls but some want boys. It’s not exactly safe but it’s money, and money is always welcomed by people like her and Jack. Sometimes the most expensive thing you have for selling is YOURSELF. It’s your choice, sell or die.

Well, Jack had made his choice. He wasn’t happy or even fully willing but he hadn’t any other option. Stealing shit had been slow work the past while. With Christmas drawing nearer, a lot of houses in the areas he usually worked had installed alarms and cameras. Maybe he had targeted those areas too many times.

He hung around the mouth of the tunnel, surrounded by a lot of skinny girls huddling together for warmth and complaining. If you looked close enough at them, you could see their track marks. They were just like him.

He walked up to the first guy he saw, who was dressed like he had money to spend, and began his pitch before he could chicken out.

“Good ev’nin’, sir, can I interest you in some entertainment?” he asks, trying to smile but failing. He moves awkwardly from one foot to the other, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Listen, I don’t do nothin’ heavy bu’ I’m sure we could work somethin’ out.”

[damagedsmile]

 "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “ 🌝

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃   "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃  .

He sighs thoughtfully. "I'd pass - pass ya by jus' to get behind ya an' grab them skinny hips, an' THEN..."

He grins salaciously. "Let's jus' say ya wouldn't be able t'sit down for a few days."

[damagedsmile]

💋💋💋 welcome back Mr. J

Send me 💋 if your muse would kiss mine

"Didja miss me, ol' buddy? Yanno, I missed YOU like I miss crabs."

A joke of course, one which he cackled at as he reached out to put an arm around Loki's shoulders.

[hopeslastchxnce]

[TEXT] I love you. (runs away hiding holy fuck get him another one)

[  TEXT   MESSAGE   STARTERS.  ( always  accepting ) || @skadvaldur ]

     𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒  𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦  𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑  𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙  𝑎𝑠  𝘩𝑒  𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑  𝑡𝘩𝑒  𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡  ---  over  and  over  again  as  if  he’d  just  received  a  novel  from  someone  he  knew.  The  look  on  his  face  gave  plenty  of  cause  for  concern,  with  Ororo  reaching  over  to  touch  his  shoulder.

     ❝ Professor? ❞

     ❝ Oh... I...  it’s  nothing, ❞        he  said  with  a  smile,  attempting  to  save  face  when  in  truth  it  was  very  much  something.  The  rest  of  dinner  went  without  a  hitch,  the  text  being  pushed  to  the  back  of  his  mind  for  a  time  when  he  could  mull  over  it  without  the  watchful  eyes  of  a  very  astute  set  of  telepaths.  He  volunteered  to  clean  the  kitchen  on  his  own  and  once  everyone  had  vanished,  Charles  had  time  to  let  the  feeling  in  his  stomach  embrace  him.  It  wasn’t  a  sick  feeling,  but  he  didn’t  know  how  to  describe  it  either.  He  knew  though,  it  was  one  part  the  shock  of  it  all  while  the  other  part  was  likely  anxiety  forcing  him  to  come  to  terms  with  his  own  feelings,  which  were  complicated  at  best.

     By  the  time  he  had  the  nerve  to  offer  a  response,  it  was  late  ---  roughly  two  am  which  likely  fed  the  god  anxiety  of  his  own.  Hours  had  passed  without  a  reply,  but  honestly?  How  could  he  even  spring  something  like  this  on  someone  and  not  expect  them  to  have  doubts?  Or  need  a  moment?  Charles  was  both  ---  the  man  in  need  of  several  moments  with  a  healthy  dose  of  skepticism.  Even  so,  he  did  his  best  to  offer  a  response  that  coincided  with  his  feelings  on  the  matter.

( 📩 → loki ):  i  can’t  believe  you  would  send--- [ unsent ] ( 📩 → loki ):  how  can  you  be  sure  that--- [ unsent ] ( 📩 → loki ):  is  this  a  joke  to  you?  i  can’t  deal  with  being  played  like  this. its  too  cruel  of  you--- [ unsent ]

     Everything  sounded  wrong.  If  Loki  had  his  phone,  no  doubt  he  saw  the  dots  that  showed  Charles  was  typing  something  but...  words  alluded  him.  Everything  sounded  like  it  could  be  taken  the  wrong  way  which  bothered  him  since  he  shouldn’t  care.  But  he  did  care.  He  wasn’t  trying  to  shove  him  away  ---  not  in  the  manner  he  had  months  ago.  At  the  same  time,  this....  felt  like  it  had  the  potential  to  be  the  cruelest  joke  imaginable.  God  he  hoped  not.  Even  though  he  wasn’t  trying  to  make  anyone  love  him,  anything  beat  the cruelty  of  this  whole  potential  charade  being  a  joke  for  laughs.

( 📩 → loki ):  im  sorry  for  not  responding  earlier.  i  was  at  dinner  and  needed  time  to  wrap  my  head  around  this ( 📩 → loki ):  i  don’t  know  what  to  say--- [ unsent ] ( 📩 → loki ):  i  don’t  even  know  what  i  feel--- [ unsent ] ( 📩 → loki ):  that’s...  i  am  without  words... and  perhaps,  a  tad  confused.  i  push  you  away  often  so  how....  how  could  you  feel...  as  you  feel?  i  don’t...  its  hard  for  me  to  believe  it  when  i  don’t  deserve  i  am  so  distant