#tiny-angrboda

[theboatbuilderswife]

@tiny-angrboda

askfjhdakfhakjf. You actually looked up what the Mörksuggan are. You made me feel like such a proud mom ♥

[floki-rp]

Send me JACK O’LANTERN! for a starter where our characters are carving pumpkins.

@tiny-angrboda​

“Now we just scoop out the seeds.” Floki put his knife down and traded it for a spoon, following his own instructions as he hollowed out the pumpkin. “There. Now we can put the candle in and he’ll light right up. Do you want to light it?”

[dxttirguxanna]

 “I thought for sure Floki would have gotten this done months ago,” Gyda chuckled, taking the girl’s little hand in hers. After all, the last years before this Floki always made the halloween costumes for himself and his daughter. And before he had his daughter, it was costumes for himself and Helga. Before that, he even did some for himself and her father!  However this year, the man had gotten himself sick with eating too much candy. Helga had to tend to him, and Gyda had offered to help their daughter get ready for the big day. ...By taking her out to pick out her own costume. 

[floki-rp]

“Did you buy candy for the trick or treaters?”

Halloween sentence starters.

“Well…yes and no.” Floki smiled down at his daughter before wiping away a smudge of chocolate from the corner of his mouth. “Yes I bought candy. But…there isn’t exactly much of it left.” He lifted the plastic pumpkin shaped bag up to his nose and searched its contents. “Okay…make that none of it left.” He let out a small giggle.

[floki-rp]

"No. Oh, no. No no no. This can't happen. No. You can't die."

“An…gie?” Floki coughed once, then again, this time trembling with fear as he felt the warm stream of blood trickle down his chin. “Papa has to go now. The Gods want to thank him p-personally for his work here in Midgard. They are going to look after him. And you…” He winced. “Y-You are going to stay here and look after your mother. You were always the light in your father’s life, Angrboda. My two favourite girls.” Floki raised his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind his daughter’s ear, his eyes glistening with tears. “I never thought…I-I never-” His eyes squeezed shut as he began to cough once more.

[floki-rp]

"Papa, can you tell me a story about when you were little?" Two large brown eyes looked up at him, pleading sweetly, "Please?"

“Okay…” Floki grinned, unable to say no to her. He knew he was wrapped around her little finger but he didn’t really care. “What would you like to hear? A funny story, a scary one? I mean…they all have me in them so I suppose they are all scary in a way.” He giggled, pinching her rosy little cheek.

[theboatbuilderswife]

@tiny-angrboda:

Closed starter for @theboatbuilderswife​

Angrboða was cold. Not just her hands and feet, her whole body was as cold as the roots of the mountains in winter. The chill crept into the very seat of her soul, pinning her, rendering her unable to move. In the darkness, her mind worked, trying to understand what had happened, what was happening to her.

Fleeting glimpses, flashes of memory bubbled up slowly. Voices. Her mother and father, yelling, a fight? Icy hands like frozen boulders ruthlessly holding her. Pain, sharp and pitiless at her neck. Faster now, the images came. Unable to move as a wet heat spilled across her chest. Her…Mama? It was her, but she was cold and terrible, pushing Papa across the room like a rag doll. She remembered being carried helpless out into the night and then nothing until now.

Remembering all this, she should have been afraid, but strangely, she was not. Slowly, she found herself able to move. Angrboða opened her eyes and managed to roll onto her side. It was dark, and wet. She could smell damp leaves and strangely, blood. Struggling to sit up, wiped her eyes and looked around. To her amazement, she could see quite easily in the gloom. She was in an unfamiliar cave. There was no fire or furs to keep the cold at bay, but strangely the paralyzing cold that had trapped her had receded. She could see Helga leaning against the wall by the cave’s mouth, unmoving. Angrboða stiffly picked her way over to her, “Mama?” she said softly, “What happened?”

It wasn’t until Helga heard the soft voice of her daughter till she snapped out of it. Her eyes as cold and white as the snow beneath her bare feet, gazing down at her as she slowly approached. “ Angrboða...” Her voice was hollow, emotionless but still held a hint of regret as she again was reminded by the bitter taste of red liquid on her tongue earlier that day.

“Go back, try to sleep. We can not linger here. Once you have regained your strength we will have to move again, up and in to the fjords, where they will not be able to find us.” It was all she could say before her gaze swiftly moved to the outside world again, alerted by a small whistling noise coming from within the trees.

She never wanted this to happen, but everything went so fast, like a blur before her eyes. Helga could still feel the anger lingering in her body, an anger that should never have been awoken. Had she killed him, her own husband? The last thing she could remember was her daughter, lifeless in her arms. She could not even remember what the argue was about, the only thing she did knew was the hunger, that dreadful hunger that had been taunting her for days.

The blood... Tiny fragments of memories seeped through her mind. It was Floki, he had tried to stop her, but what for? “Angrboða, show me your hand.” Helga crouched beside her daughter, her eyes scanning the outstretched, bloodied hand. That’s right, she was hurt, cut herself on a bark.

But the smell, oh that smell...

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(hmm...sweet potatos. now you’re gonna think why is that a ‘guilt’? cause I can eat a lot of them at once. a looot.also guilty ships, don’t get me started)