#vcluspa

[starxlark]

@vcluspa​

“Börghild!” Laerke calls out, standing on her bench in order to be seen over the boisterous festivities.  Her free hand waves frantically, hoping to catch the warrior’s eye. “Börghild, come drink wine with me!”

[calabrun]

vcluspa‌: 

Her smile widened. Suspicions correct then, he was not a mortal either. Though not quite a God. Something else, something darker.  ❝ I did, yes. ❞  The Jötunn twists the little flower between two fingers, still mesmerized by the prettiness of the colors. ❝ I favor flowers, though I have created far more in my years. Been to many worlds, and learned something from each. However, I have never come across one of your kind until now. I wonder why that is. ❞ 

“Maybe it’s not without reason. You’re someone who freely creates life while my ilk are seen more as an aspect of death.” Even he had some passive ability to drain living plants of their vigor, something rarely done when the earth’s bounty was so often attacked as it was. Even if his heart still beat and pumped blood, he was still of death, made by it when his mortal body had perished when it’d transformed into something else altogether. ”It’s a rare, beautiful gift. One I hope you might keep utilizing.” Smiling crookedly when he realized he hadn’t even introduced himself, he amended, “I’m Vlad, by the way.”

[loptgangandi]

@vcluspa​: HEY DAD! DAD! DADDY! DAAAAD! DAD! FAAATHEER! DAD! HEY DAD! DADDY!!! DAD! DAAAAAAAAAAAAD!

             “ I’m right here, sweetling. What can your dad-daddy-father-daaaaad do for you ? ”

[applegiirl]

@vcluspa​ bragi brAGI BRAGI-- 

     Idunn had been waiting for Bragi to get home for a while now. He often would go into the woods to write his poetry, and Idunn didn’t wish to disturb him; she did, however, have to keep track of all the wandering, odd questions that popped up in her head so that she could bring them up later. No one humored Idunn’s aloof ditziness more than Bragi. 

     She squealed as the familiar huge frame of her husband came into view, racing forward with her arms outstretched. The two looked as different as they could be-- this tiny, slight goddess with her white-blonde hair, and the giant redheaded god. Idunn threw herself at him, waiting for him to pick her up and spin her around as he usually did with his petite wife. 

     “Today! I! Watched! Frey! Trip! Over! A! Rock! And! Do! A! Somersault! On! Accident!” Idunn announced, very excited to share the news.

[altarsburning]

@vcluspa

she meant well, she really did — she wanted everyone to be happy, and in love, wanted and desired by someone they felt for. a world without love was not a world that lofn wanted to be in. she glanced over at tyr, and without letting it show on her face, she was a little surprised he offered, but found the gesture incredibly sweet. ‘ i would love to, tyr. ‘ sure, there was no music, but she wasn’t about to turn down a dance with the handsome god. 

[bokennedda]

@vcluspa / Frigg | do not ask and you shall receive nonetheless.

He finds this to be the most at peace he can ever be. Here, within the walls of their chambers, bare of all titles, of all obligations. For all of his monikers, he only wishes to hear his name out of his most beloved’s lips. It soothes his soul, calms his beating heart and brings him joy.

And all of this joy has doubled with the news that she carries their child within her growing stomach. Their child. Theirs. The union of their love materializing in a child. His heart has never known such levity.

When he finds his wife, beautifully settled upon a chair, he takes no detour to join her. He sits at her feet and places his head by her belly. Odinn remains silent for a while, taking in the calm atmosphere that surrounds them right then and there. There is nothing he would not sacrifice for this -- for them. His other eye, his position, his knowledge. All is meaningless without them.

“I deeply wish our child takes only after you”, he says, allowing that same levity within to escape in a joke -- a rare statement coming from him -- although he would not mind it in the least. There is nothing quite as mesmerizing as his wife.

[greekxfamily-a]

@vcluspa liked for a starter from Apollo

“We don’t see much of your pantheon anymore,” Apollo observed, as a way of greeting the approaching god. He did not often see the Norse, though that did not mean he wouldn’t recognize them. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Was he teasing? Maybe a little, but he meant no offense. 

[hclliish]

@vcluspa continued from x

It had taken what had felt like a life time, but Hel had finally found her little brother, hidden in the woods. But she had a sick feeling that this might have been the easier part. She couldn’t even imagine what he had been going through since Narvi had died, and her heart ached for him when he couldn’t even look at her. 

But she was going to bring him home. She could not just leave him here, alone and in pain. He was her baby brother, she couldn’t do it. 

“Vali,” she murmured, not moving any closer, but slowly kneeling down. Getting to his height. “It’s alright.” No it wasn’t none of this was alright. Not his rough, broken voice, not the terrified soul of his brother in Nilfheim, not the wrong that had been done to them when she wasn’t able to keep them safe. “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to. But why don’t we get you some water, hm?” Slowly, she extended out a hand, hoping he would take it.