#steeltomytremblinglips

[fangsofthunderandmischief]

flower crown [could not help myself]

Loki gazed up at the floral contraption that had been so indelicately placed upon his brow. “Fen,” he took a breath and turned his gaze from the crown to his son. “Why in the Norns did you put this on my head?”

[uncowardlylion]

@steeltomytremblinglips

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            ❝ I THOUGHT I smelt swamp. What are you doing here? ❞

[helreginn]

It had been a surprise, in the making for days. The trees and hollows so dark and dank before they knew the softness of Hel’s touch; The light she carried within her being. Only last week, he’d chased her through the dead and barren forest, laughter and their thunderous footsteps the only sign of life it had seen in some while. And now, green blanketed everything, the leaves had returned and flowers concealed every would-be patch of exposed dirt. 

Hel giggled the entire time she ran ahead of the wolf, leading him into her newly made oasis. She ducked out of his line of sight for only a moment as she turned the bend. When he followed, she was standing in the middle of an ocean of wild flowers, her arms outstretched at her side. “Well,” she said sheepishly, “What do you think?”

Though her abilities had been growing for some time, Hel still found death an easier task than life, harder to master the renewal of things. She was unsure of her gifts. Even the ones that brought joy; when others, the ones she’d known far longer, had brought her only hatred. 

[diem]

It hasn't even happened yet , but in my mind , Fenrir already feels for her. And the moment is/will probably be when she takes him into the Orchard and Asgard and would refuse to let Odin bind him again. So all the feels : D

TELL ME ABOUT THE MOMENT YOUR MUSE REALIZED THEY WERE IN LOVE WITH MINE.

[howling--for--you-blog]

Smells Familiar || Wulf & Fenrir

Wulf was never the regular wolf. His size was unbelievable so there were very few places where he could be himself. This time, the depts of the woods, where no one would hike or even to try to go camping. Sometimes he would only sit and watch the stars. Only a few times he would play with smaller creatures trying not to hurt them.  Thinking about the past wasn’t something he liked to much. But everytime he did, he ended up like this. In a frozed position, looking at the empty space. There was only pain and blood in the past. Only a few good memories that got darker in the end. The only thing he had was a fake human life where he believed he could have a chance and be happy. And he was trying his best to fit into that character.  To get out of his horrid memories he only needed a glimpse of starlight. A sfot breeze. The earth beneath his paws. Anything that smells familiar. That makes him feel at home. As he never had felt before.

[helreginn]

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Send me ☹ for my muse apologizing to yours for having accidentally insulted them.

It was much too late that Hel realised the folly of her words. The hurt in her brother's face was something that even her experience in Hel rivalled. He meant so much to her and the guilt of hurting him, even temporarily, weighed heavily on her conscience. Her voice was trembling and quiet, but her grip on his arm was strong and firm. "I'm so sorry." she said, "I didn't mean it."

Even though she was quazi sure he'd be over it in a minute, Hel was so sick of making him anything but happy. As much as he'd said he would stay always, she had been so badly mistreated that somewhere along the lines she forgot that of all the people who's words she could believe, he was foremost. The fear was always lingering, nagging at her, that it would be one mistake, one misplaced word or action and he would leave for good - not because she told him to, but because he didn't want to stay. 

[helreginn]

#helheimrsbrokentoy#(thoughts / fears / pain about hel)

Hel begs to differ.

[helreginn]

Despite herself, Hel swallowed back a weary sigh as she wandered towards her brother. Before he could so much as blink, she stood before him, an uncertainty tainted her otherwise unwavering composure, "Hello." She said softly, feeling almost as if the word alone might make him hate her. They hadn't seen each other since... Even the love of siblings couldn't wash those memories away.