#valinneinn

[achilleio]

unexpected ` open canon

The young man sat some way away from his home. The sun had only just begun to rise and he felt a prickle on the back of his neck. His eyes closed and, with the stick in his hand, he drew lazy pictures in the sand in front of himself. With a small sigh and a roll of his neck, bones cracked, but he refused to look around at the sensation of eyes watching him.

          ‘I did not expect to see you here,’ he said with a small sigh. His eyes lowered to the ground and his hand stopped drawing the stick through the sand.

         He didn't turn his head and he didn't look around, he didn't want to, for looking at whoever it was would engage them properly and frankly he was in no mood for prolonged conversation. Achilles dropped the stick and put a hand into the dark leather bag beside him to pull out a skin of wine. What beautiful breakfast.

     'What can I do for you?'

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[helreginn]

{Eyes narrowed, Hel glared at those who stood mere feet from Ganglati and Ganglot. The two had led the being in and then resumed their previous conversation without so much as a word to their 'queen'.} 

                             "If over there, you happen to trip and maim either of                                them unintentionally... None would hold fault with you." 

[nordur-stjornu-blog]

valinneinn said:Tumblr lives in weird. If this is your standard then you’d always be asleep Yes, but my dash has reached a new level of 'da fuq'

[princessyevanna]

To the Victor Goes the Spoils

Princess Yevanna of Alfheim looked out over the cold blue world that would be, if not her home, her place of residence for the next hundred years. The war between Jotunheim and Alfheim had gone badly, for the elves anyway. Part of the peace settlement included a political hostage. She had volunteered herself to go; better her than her father the king, or her scheming cousin. Besides, one hundred years was not, all things considered, too long. 

She brushed a few stray scarlet locks out of her face, but it was a loosing battle with the ever blowing cold winds. Yeva felt so out of place here. She was too short, her hair was too bright. She missed the greenery of the forest and the bright colors of spring flowers. 

Turning away from the window with a sigh, she continued walking down the palace hallway. She had made the decision to come to Jotunheim and she would see it through. What was a hundred years of her own discomfort compared to a hundred years of peace for her people? 

Reaching the door way to the great hall, she paused to compose herself. 

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just letting you guys know that you're in verses now

Loki in verse 1 [mv], Thor in verse 2, Loki in verse 3 [I even have a clever name], Vivian in verse 4, Byleistr in verse 5.

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i'm so done with you two.

[nordur-stjornu-blog]

valinneinn said: Are we going to talk about the fact that you said fudge nuggets or are we going to leave that particular minefield alone?

If you wanna talk 'bout that it's cool. It's a thing. It's totally a thing. I say it a lot. That makes it a thing, right?