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[beadoesthings]

So, the sun is shining, and Saint Nicholas has just completed his yearly rounds. It's been a good year, folks. We've had some laughs, some cries, but we made it. I'm proud of you all, and, I'd like to take a moment to thank the people I love.

To the people I met on this wonderful hellsite: @nothingf-i-s-h-yhere @elizarivers @sleepy-boything-shit @oceaniddoesstuff @thatoneacerobot2

Thank you. You all have made my life so much more enjoyable. I couldn't have survived this year without you all. You all helped me find who I am, and I greatly appreciate every last one of you for being who you are.

To my friends that I met in person: @i-like-pandas5 @ellis-likes-ramennnn @quittenyt

You all have made my everyday lives so much more enjoyable, at school, or otherwise. I have been able to be myself with you all and I hope to be able to continue our friendship for the years to come.

To the friends I made through the gimmickverse: @thatonefatgumsimp @crown-of-nimbus @mystic-mae @theoryify

Meeting you all has been a wonderful experience. All of you are truly wonderful human beings and the memories we have made together are ones I'll cherish forever. Here's to many more in the following years.

And finally, to the person I love more than anything else, my beautiful partner: Emilia, @emme-likes-words

You are the best person that I've ever met. Every moment that I've spent with you is a gift that I will cherish for the rest of my days. I know that I've said that a million times, but it's true. I love you, Emilia. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

Nós para sempre.

And to you, the person reading this post. I'm proud of you. You've made it through all of the challenges that life has thrown at you, and you're still standing. You are a truly amazing person. Never give up. We're here for you.

So, as the year comes to a close, I want to say thank you. Thank you for making 2025 an amazing year for me. I couldn't have asked for better friends and family. I love you all.

Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year.

See you in 2026.

Goodnight.

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[thebookishkiwi]

Frosted Out, Part 6: Anders ❄️

And on Christmas Eve, we finish the saga with our last narrator: Anders.

Words: 1092

Enjoy.

  I’ve never been to Niflheim, but it’s every bit as cold as I’ve been told. Lukka is walking up front, talking with Bryn, and shivering violently. Concern furrows my brow, and I can tell that Felix is worried about her as well. I take a step back as seven frost jötnar appear in front of us. Their voices are harsh, cold even, when they speak. “Who are you.” Lukka, cheerful even as she shivered, spoke before Bryn. “Hello! We’re just visiting, and we were hoping to find a jötun to ask a couple questions! So could we possibly-” 

  “What are your questions.” The lead jötun speaks for the group. Bryn is extremely blunt when she asks the first question. “Do you know where Loki’s cave is?” The jötnar talk in Old Norse before replying, and I don’t know enough Old Norse to follow along. I did catch one word, though, and that word made my eyes widen and my breath quicken. 

  “We do not. Do you accuse us of siding with the Sly One?” 

“We don’t, of course we don’t! I just have one more question: do you know anyone that does know where he is?” 

  The jötnar don’t look happy. I swallow nervously, pushing my hair out of my eyes. “We do not. Why do you wish to know the location of Laufeyson? Are you sided with the Shape-Changer?” This wasn’t good. Not good at all. 

  “No! No, we aren’t, it’s just-” The jötnar attack with the speed of a racehorse. Lukka is cut off as the clangs of swords ring out across the snow.  For a moment, I’m completely still, just watching Bryn jump into action, sword drawn. 

  Then I see Felix. Completely still, eyes staring at the battle, face drained of its usual colour. Every breath he draws is more ragged than the last. That’s when I move. Despite fear shaking my shoulders, I step in front of Felix and draw my bow. I can’t let him get hurt because I was too cowardly to act. That will never happen. 

  With a deep breath, I let my first arrow fly. Then another. Soon I fall into a familiar, focused rhythm, a volley of arrows launching towards their targets. My shoulders no longer shake, my hands are steady, and my stance is balanced. My bow feels comfortable in my grip, but the runes at my side itch to be used. 

  Minutes fly past, my arrow supply dwindling. Then in my periphery, I see Felix. For a moment, I’m confused, because Felix was behind me two seconds ago. Apparently not, because he’s fighting a jötun with a sword and skill that I didn’t know he possessed. He shouts a warning to me. My hand reaches for my runes.

  Blue light erupts all around me. The jötun falls back, crumpling to the ground as my breathing grows heavy and pain ricochets through my chest. My rune marks glow blue. 

Felix rushes over to me, amber eyes frantic and concerned as he checks on me. “Are you alright, Anders? Are you hurt?” I shake my head, my heart warming despite the pain ebbing and flowing. “I’m okay.”

  A painful cry sends lightning through my system. I sprint towards the sound, my instincts driving me forward. I hear Ryder shout. I hit the ground seconds later than he does… next to Lukka. She’s curled onto her side, skin pale, breathing shallow but chest heaving. Hypothermia, my thoughts race. 

  I dig my hand into my bag of runes, finding the one I need immediately. I feel power rush through me as I heal her, even as a golden light takes us away. I don’t look up, fully focused on the task at hand, quietly murmuring to Lukka. I don’t even know what I’m saying. It doesn’t matter, because I hear Bryn say the words that shocked me to the core: “Welcome to Valhalla, the hall of the slain.” I’ve been here before, not that Bryn would know.

   “Hey, Lukka, can you wake up for me? We’re in Valhalla!” I whisper. Ryder is sitting next to Lukka, face emotional. “This was a mistake. Lukka can’t last in the cold. Her fire hates it.” Felix quietly places a hand on his shoulder. “She will be alright, Ryder. Anders will make sure of it, I promise you.” I would, I quietly said to Lukka. The tension and silence were palpable as everyone displayed signs of anxiety, apart from Max. I leaned back. 

  “Am I dead?” Lukka’s voice is weak, but there, and my face splits into a smile akin to Ryder’s. His dimples pop as he says “No.” 

  “Then why are we in Valhalla? Fill me in, please.” We all laugh. The comment was so, so Lukka… and I couldn’t describe how glad I was to hear her back to normal. “Felix, why is there blood?” My brow furrows as I give Lukka a final check over. She doesn’t look at me, but her voice is like steel.  “Anders. Go heal your boyfriend.” 

  I can feel the tips of my ears heat. “He’s not my- Felix! You’re bleeding! Why didn’t you tell me you were in pain? Godsdammit, Felix, sit down!” My embarrassment is taken over by a crushing panic. Blood is completely soaking Felix’s shirt. I rush to Felix, sitting him down. All I can see is Felix, his eyes sorrowful and full of unspoken apologies. 

  My chest still hurts from killing the jötun, and cold is settling into my bones from healing Lukka. Pain rips into my side as I heal Felix’s injury, and he relaxes considerably. “Thank you, Anders. I’m so terribly sorry-”

  “Felix.” I grit out. “Next time you get hurt this badly, tell me. Gods, Felix, this-” I tense against a wince as another wave of pain emanates from Felix’s wound. “This is bad. Very bad. Please, tell me next time, and I’ll heal you. I’ll always heal you, Felix. You just have to trust me.”

  Amber eyes bore into mine, and I almost take a step back. It feels like he’s staring into my very soul. “I’m sorry, Anders. I truly am. But… are you feeling quite alright? You have healed three people within fifteen minutes, and you don’t look well.” Felix is right. I don’t think I’ve ever healed this many people in such a small amount of time, and with my curse…. The pain. 

  Felix catches me when I fall. He’s surprisingly strong, and the last thing I see before I faint are a set of familiar, soul piercing eyes. 

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I hope everyone that has been following along enjoys the last instalment... sorry about the slight cliffhanger.

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[thebookishkiwi]

Frosted Out, Part 5: Ryder ❄️

Finally, it's finished, and I'm so sorry it's later than expected...

Words: 1003

Enjoy.

  The cold is bothering Lukka. She’s shivering, skin paler than usual. The others have similar reactions, with Felix and Anders both walking side by side, huddled into themselves in an attempt to stay warm. Lukka is, of course, my main priority, as she should be. I have to get Lukka out of the cold as quickly as possible. 

  My concern echoes deep, but that is soon replaced with a cool focus as the seven jötnar answer our questions. The cold throws my cloak to the side, but the chill doesn’t affect me. I hardly feel it, despite it being clearly freezing. 

  Lukka’s cheerfulness gives way to Bryn’s blunt questioning.

“Do you know where Loki’s cave is?”  The jötnar converse in Old Norse before answering, their conversation forcing me to tense. They had said we must be traitors. They were already planning an attack. 

“We do not. Do you accuse us of siding with the Sly One?” 

“We don’t, of course we don’t! I just have one more question: do you know anyone that does know where he is?” 

“We do not. Why do you wish to know the location of Laufeyson? Are you sided with the Shape-Changer?” Lukka’s face changes from explanatory to frantic in a matter of seconds. 

  “No! No, we aren’t, it’s just-” Before they attack, I hear a phrase in Old Norse that chills me more than the literal cold. Kill all the betrayers. I look towards Lukka instinctively, and we exchange a look. We run in opposite directions, deliberately out of anyone’s line of sight. I watch as Lukka shifts into a small, white bird. 

  A jötun comes charging towards me, snarling “Argr,” as he does so. Clearly, he thought I was running from battle. As Lukka would say, not at all, my good sir. I wait until the very last second, right when I see the victorious gleam enter his eyes as his sword is milliseconds from carving me through. 

  I spin away, using the jötun’s unstoppable momentum to turn back around and send him stumbling. A satisfying kind of panic enters his eyes as he backs away from me. The jötun heads for another part of the battle, leaving me standing there, the hood of my cloak blown off, my hair swept to the side. 

  Another jötun appears in my peripheral vision. I surrender myself to the shadows, walking softly across the snow towards him. A certain white bird dives into the jötun’s vision, dipping and twirling. The jötun is completely unaware as I come up behind him, drawing my sword. 

  I stab him in the back, a cold finality washing through me. 

  I move away rapidly, back towards the safety of the small rocky peaks that the jötnar appeared from. There I stay in the shadows, waiting for another jötun to cross my path. This unlucky jötun was forced to spar with me, as he saw me awaiting his arrival. I dispatch him as blue light floods across Niflheim’s frosted plains. 

  Anders has protected Felix from a jötun’s attack. Attention spans snap towards the elf and the inventor, the latter rushing towards the former. I can’t see Lukka, and I quietly search for her. 

  A pained cry rips through the air and my heart. Lukka lies on the ground 200 metres away, curled into herself. “LUKKA!” I shout, not caring about appearances as I sprint towards her, enhanced speed meaning I get there before anyone else. Anders drops to the ground next to her, and both panic and anger crashing through my mind. I swear to all of the gods, Loki, if you’ve hurt her again…

  Bryn looks just as panicked as Felix, neck cracking as she watches the jötnar advancing. Ice rushes to my fingertips as I brace myself, fully committed to killing all of these jötnar if it means keeping Lukka safe. However, before I can, bright golden light flashes, transporting us to a place I never thought I could visit: Valhalla.

ᚱ ᛟ ᛈ ᛞ ᚷ ᚠ ᚨ ᛖ

  I can’t quite believe it when Max asks Bryn where we are. How in Midgard does he not know? Has he not… looked at the roof? But either way, I focus on Lukka, and the elf healing her. Anders whispers: “Hey, Lukka, can you wake up for me? We’re in Valhalla!” 

  I know that I don’t look neutral. But strangely… I can’t bring myself to change it. “This was a mistake. Lukka can’t last in the cold. Her fire hates it.” Felix places a hand on my shoulder. 

“She will be alright, Ryder. Anders will make sure of it, I promise you.” Not quite all of me believes that. 

  The silence is deafening. Bryn paces. Max leans, casually, uncaring, against a table. Idiota. He should care. Someone is injured. Lukka has hypothermia, godsdammit. “Am I dead?” Lukka’s voice is quiet, unsure, but there. I can feel my dimples as I reply with “No.” 

  Lukka gives me a look, one that clearly says ‘Wow. Thanks a lot, Ry. So reassuring.’

 “Then why are we in Valhalla? Fill me in, please.” Everyone laughs. Felix winces. My eyes narrow, and I can tell that he’s trying to hide it.   “Felix, why is there blood?” I ask. Lukka sits up, eyes boring straight into Felix’s. “Anders. Go heal your boyfriend.” 

“He’s not my- Felix! You’re bleeding! Why didn’t you tell me you were in pain? Godsdammit, Felix, sit down!” 

  Lukka lies back down as Anders rushes to heal Felix. I watch her staring at the ceiling. I know exactly what she’s thinking, because it mirrors my own thoughts. We would never have gotten to see Valhalla without this moment. Being Loki’s children is tough at the best of times. 

  No matter how much bravery we will show, no matter how much honour we possess, no matter how we die and with how many weapons we have in our grasp. The honour of becoming an einherjar will never be given to us. Loki’s offspring will never have that honour. 

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For our final part, part 6.... Anders.

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[thebookishkiwi]

Writemas Day 17 ✨

Day 17… how fast time has flown!

My chosen prompts are:

"I'm too tired for this, but I can't stop now."

A collapsing cave

The caves aren’t exactly…. Pretty. Just plain grey stone that is liable to collapse at any moment. Just what we want. Malice and I walk in silence, inspecting everything.   

  “Are you not tired of this ceaseless searching, Melinoë?” He asks, the low timbre of his voice bouncing off of the walls. I sigh. "I'm too tired for this, but I can't stop now." A low rumble sounds in the distance, and I slow my walk, hesitant. 

  The rumble grows louder, and I stop. Malice stops next to me. Then the wall in front of us collapses, and the roof begins to shake. “RUN!” I shout, already sprinting in the opposite direction, swearing in Gyverin under my breath. 

  Malice, being the extremely tall and fast daemon that he is, gets ahead of me quicker than I would like to admit. I shout a quick HELP?? to the gods, and I have no idea who answers, but I start running faster. 

  We’re neck and neck, about 100 metres away from the end of the cave. Rock is crumbling behind us, but j can’t look back. I just push myself faster, so fast I think my legs are going to collapse. 

  Dust is falling onto my shoulders, and Malice shouts something that I can barely make out over the rumbling. “WHAT?” I shout back, even getting the gods to project it into his mind. His neck whips around to look at me, confused in a way I hadn’t seen before, but not stopping either. 

  “WE NEED TO USE UMBRANA. HOLD ON.” I hear him loud and clear this time. I veer sideways, grabbing a hold of Malice’s wrist. Just before the cave collapses on top of us, we disappear into the darkness. 

  We fall to the grass 20 metres away from the cave entrance. Only stones remain where a gaping hole once was. Our breathing is heavy, nobody around to be concerned. I turn my head towards Malice, stretching out on the grass. “Well, that was a bit more eventful than we thought. Thanks for getting us out of there.” 

  “You’re welcome.” 

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[thebookishkiwi]

Frosted Out, Part 4: Lukka ❄️

Woohoo! The part everyone (or at least I) have been waiting for... Lukka's narrative!

Words: 1060

Enjoy reading as much as I highly enjoyed writing :D

  Holy gods of Asgard and Vanaheim it is FAR TOO COLD. I think I’m about to explode, I’m shivering so hard! Wait. Did Bryn just ask me a question? Yeah, she did. I spin around so I’m walking backwards, which is much more fun than walking normally. “We’re almost there, promise! It should be right around-” I look over my shoulder, and HOLY CRAP THERE ARE SEVEN JÖTNAR BEHIND ME.

  I smile cheerfully, even as the stupid freezing cold threatens to turn me into an ice sculpture. “Who are you.” The jötnar ask. 

   “Hello! We’re just visiting, and we were hoping to find a jötun to ask a couple questions! So could we possibly-” 

  “What are your questions.” Gosh. Straight to it then. And, as per usual, Bryn jumps in ahead of me, completely blunt. “Do you know where Loki’s cave is?” The jötnar have a chat in Old Norse (which I need to learn, dammit) before answering. “We do not. Do you accuse us of siding with the Sly One?” Double dammit. 

    “We don’t, of course we don’t! I just have one more question: do you know anyone that does know where he is?” 

“We do not. Why do you wish to know the location of Laufeyson? Are you sided with the Shape-Changer?” The jötnar are… extremely angry now! I jump in, trying to explain. Gods, I just want to get out of this cold. 

  “No! No, we aren’t, it’s just-” The jötnar attack first. Triple dammit. Ryder and I give each other the look, sprinting off in opposite directions. The wind kicks up around me, and I quickly shift into a bird. No idea what kind of bird, but it works the trick! I zip towards the sky, the cold chilling my bones, but I have to continue, because there is no way I’m letting everyone down. 

  I shift back into human form right above a jötun, drawing my sword with a cracked laugh. The jötun rears backwards, stumbling, and I stab my sword into his neck. My grip is shaky, and I’m shivering. I don’t think I’ll be getting warm very easily. Shifting once more and circling back, I spot Ryder, treading softly towards another giant. Nice one, Ry. 

  I tuck my wings in and dive, torpedo-ing straight into the jötun’s line of sight. I should use the torpedo technique more often, actually, because THIS IS SO FUN! I keep the jötun’s focus on me as I dip and twirl. Thanks, Dad, for that useful gift. That, and my acrobatic skills. I’ve never used them in bird form before, but there’s a first time for everything!

  My feathers are puffing up, trying to stay warm. It’s freezing out here! Ryder doesn’t have these problems. He can handle the cold perfectly fine, because he got the ice from Dad, and I got the fire. Which means when Ryder stabs this jötun in the back, his hands are unshaking, expression cold. As cold as this weather. 

  Why couldn’t we have questioned fire jötnar instead? At least Muspelheim is warm. 

  Ryder has already vanished from my sight when I shift back. The cold hits like a bucket of bricks. I would know, trust me. I think my bones are growing icicles. To my embarrassment, I fall. I swear in Irobelan and stand up again, walking slowly towards where the others are. I can count the times I’ve ever walked deliberately slowly on two hands, but my damn iceblock bones won’t let me jog!

  It hurts to breathe now. Is that normal? I can’t remember. My brain feels frozen too. I’m swaying as I walk, fun! I’m tottering, tottering’s a weird word, towards the others. I giggle. Ooh, a pretty blue light…. I want to shapeshift again, but I can’t, quadruple dammit! I want to find Ryder… where is he? 

  I’m tired… my hand looks paler than usual.. Why is it pale? My hands and feet hurt… but they’re numb, why do they hurt? Pain spikes. 

  Fire wooshes into my hand as I cry out, my voice cracking with cold as I fall, again, to the snow. The fire is put out. I wanted it to keep me warm. I hear someone shout Lukka. That’s my name. My vision is blurry…. I’m still shivering. My left side is soaked through from snow. 

  Someone is next to me. They’re talking. I want to tell them I’m fine, but I’m beginning to think the cold has infected me somehow… I don’t think I am fine. It has a name, I know it, but I can’t remember. 

   Poor Ryder. I wish I could tell him that I’m sorry, but my voice isn’t working. My breathing sounds shallow, and black creeps into my vision. 

  The last thing I see is white. 

ᚱ ᛟ ᛈ ᛞ ᚷ ᚠ ᚨ ᛖ

  Silence greets me when I come to. It’s freaking me out a little, until I remember the cold. Right. That’s the word. Hypothermia. I open my eyes a tiny bit, catching a glimpse of wings. Bryn’s wings. Why can I see Bryn’s wings? Realisation hits me like a wave. Oh, crap. No way. No. There is no way in HELHEIM. 

  “Am I dead?” My voice is pitifully weak, and I open my eyes fully. Ryder’s eyes lock onto mine, his dimples popping as he says “No.” Well, that’s reassuring. 

 “Then why are we in Valhalla? Fill me in, please.” Everyone laughs. I would, but unfortunately I’m focusing on trying to move my limbs. I can still feel the echoes of ice. Then Ryder says something that makes me sit up. 

  “Felix, why is there blood?” Everyone looks at Felix. His shirt is soaked with blood. 

My voice is surprisingly steady when I speak. “Anders. Go heal your boyfriend.” 

  Anders blushes, adorably, at my use of boyfriend. I know they aren’t official or anything, but it makes him pay attention. Eh, boyfriend will be correct soon enough, if I have anything to say about it. 

  “He’s not my- Felix! You’re bleeding! Why didn’t you tell me you were in pain? Godsdammit, Felix, sit down!” The elf that was healing me rockets up and rushes over to Felix, grabbing him a chair and searching for his runes. I lie back down, staring at the ceiling. I never thought I’d get to see this ceiling. Not as Loki’s daughter. 

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4 down, 2 to go... next up is our second twin, Ryder.

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[thebookishkiwi]

Writemas Day 16 ✨

I had ideas for quite a few of these prompts, but I decided on a short and sweet one today.

My chosen prompts are:

"You're risking it all without anyone else knowing?"

"There's some chances you just have to take."

I give up. I’ll talk to them. They’ve been annoying me all day, and now I have a splitting headache. 

  I throw open the door to the guild’s temple, letting it slam behind me. I don’t care about using the shared temple, because the doors immediately lock whenever I get the gods in face to face. I just don’t have the time to go all the way to my own space, so I swung by here. 

  I shout a mental “Get down here!” The gods get the message, all of them appearing together in a poof of smoke. Dramatic, all of them. 

  My foot taps against the floor, and my hands are on my hips. I cock my head to the side, glaring at the gods. “Well? What do you want? And don’t tell me ‘nothing’ because it’s something.” 

  If anyone else had said that and glared at the gods, they’d… probably get smited. Smote? Killed. I’m not anyone else… I’m the Godling, which means I have to deal with them 24/7.

  “Why are you still in contact with that Veiled boy?” Leonidas’ lip curls. I shoot him a look. 

“Because he’s useful to me, and while I can ask you, it’s better this way. I can make sure he isn’t plotting against me.”

  Tzila steps forward, imposing but concerned. “You’re risking it all, without anyone else knowing?” 

“There’s some chances you just have to take,” I answer. She walks over to me, a trail of shadows following her like a cloak. Lucan, her husband, follows just behind her. 

  “Are you sure about this, Melinoë?” Tzila asks.  Over her shoulder, Lucan nods. His black eyes bore into my grey ones. “This could harm you.”

  I take a deep breath. “I’m sure.” 

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[thebookishkiwi]

Writemas Day 15 ✨

I'm late, I know.

My chosen prompts are:

A princely chamber

An unexpected departure

Aster didn't expect the throne room to be so... shiny. There was so much gold, everywhere, that if the sun shone into the room she would be blinded.

"What do you think?" Kian asked quietly.

"I like it. Quite a lot of gold, though, I must say." Aster answered playfully. Kian laughed.

"Yeah.. once our butler was literally blinded, and ran out of the room shouting: 'THE LIGHT! ITS KILLING ME! I REFUSE TO DO ANYTHING IN THIS HARSH LIGHT!' It was hilarious."

Aster laughed, but something didn't feel right. Even as Kian led her around the room, showing her all of the little details, something niggled at the back of her mind. She tried to figure out what it was.

Suddenly, it hit her. And she panicked.

"I'm sorry, Kian, I just have to-" She sprinted out of the room. Kian shouted after her, running to catch up. "ASTER! What's wrong? What happened? Is it something I said?"

Aster shook her head. "No, it's... I'm sorry. It's just that one of the rooms in the castle... with the Heirs. I think it's modelled after that room. It just... unnerved me. I'm sorry."

It hadn't unnerved her. It had scared her.

Kian could tell by the look on her face.

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[thebookishkiwi]

Frosted Out, Part 3: Max ❄️

Words: 950

Max's narration tends to get straight to the point, so Part 3 is shorter than the first two have been! I enjoyed writing in his style more than I thought I would, so I hope y'all enjoy reading it!

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  The cold is extremely unpleasant, and I wish to leave immediately. Rather annoyingly, the rest of our ragtag group has decided that trekking through Niflheim is a perfectly reasonable way to spend a Saturday morning. 

  Lukka is shivering, and I am tempted to use that to convince everyone that we should go back to the warmth of Alecsandri. However, seeing as seven jötnar have just made their presence known, I do suppose that is now off the table. 

  “Who are you.” The lead jötun had only spoken three words, I was unimpressed. Not welcoming or diplomatic, hardly civil.  “Hello! We’re just visiting, and we were hoping to find a jötun to ask a couple questions! So could we possibly-” 

  “What are your questions.” The jötnar were not affected by Lukka’s cheerful smile. Bryn’s answer to the jötnar’s was blunt, but I suppose the hope was to make the jötnar reply truthfully. “Do you know where Loki’s cave is?”

  Of course, this only made them on edge about us. They conversed briefly in Old Norse before replying. I was not paying them much of my attention, as the conversation was boring me. 

“We do not. Do you accuse us of siding with the Sly One?” Lukka took her chance and spoke before the valkyrie was able to, which I was initially thankful for. I was not thankful for it later.

  “We don’t, of course we don’t! I just have one more question: do you know anyone that does know where he is?” 

  The jötnar were angry now. Hands moved towards swords, including mine. “We do not. Why do you wish to know the location of Laufeyson? Are you sided with the Shape-Changer?” 

  Lukka frantically tried to fix her mistake, but the damage was done, shivering or otherwise. “No! No, we aren’t, it’s just-” The jötnar cut her off, and began to attack us. Finally, something stimulating. 

  The Valkyrie and I fought at the front, as much as it displeased me to be fighting alongside her and not against her. The two Irobelan twins were nowhere to be seen, and I do not care what they are doing. So long as they are being helpful, I don’t care. A barrage of arrows from behind means that Anders has entered the fray, and Felix is most likely having a panic attack alongside him. 

  Bryn and I are completely different when fighting. My strength and power is unmatched, my broadsword a fearsome weapon. She is light on her feet with her spear and dagger. I am, obviously, more powerful than she is. I am locked in battle with a jötun, and I am about to be successful when the Valkyrie shouts a warning. She takes to the sky to attack my opponent. I see the previously hidden axe as the jötun stumbles away. 

  The Valkyrie has, for unfathomable reasons, saved my life. Gods, this is humiliating. She will hold this over me, no doubt. “I could have handled that, Valkyrie.” I tell her.

“It didn’t look like it, where I was standing, Maxie.” She is infuriating, and I sigh. 

“... Thank you.  I thought you would have been happy to let me die.” 

  She laughs. “Oh, I would have, but the others would’ve been more than a little angry with me if I did. So you’re welcome, Princeling.”

  Neither of us return to the battle, as blue light erupts from behind us. Anders has deployed his runes to protect Felix, evidently. He should have used them sooner. The battle would have been over within seconds, and we could have gone home. 

  After a touching (and rather unnecessary, in my opinion) moment between the elf and the inventor, Lukka screams in pain. Wonderful, another casualty to add to the list. 

  Not. 

  I am completely indifferent while everyone else runs to see what is wrong with her. I stand by, bored, as the jötnar advance and everyone grows more and more panicked. The Valkyrie looks as though she is deciding something, and the elf has joined Lukka in the snow. I am very much not prepared when golden light transports us away from the cold, even if I am also very much pleased about that fact. 

  “Bryn, where have you taken us?” I sound indignant, smothering my contentment. Good. Bryn’s wings have appeared, I notice, as she replies to me in a steady tone. “Welcome to Valhalla, the hall of the slain.” Jaws drop. Anders whispers this to Lukka:

  “Hey, Lukka, can you wake up for me? We’re in Valhalla!” 

  Ryder looks upset, which is unusual. He always looks neutral. “This was a mistake. Lukka can’t last in the cold. Her fire hates it.” 

  Felix places a gentle hand on his shoulder. “She will be alright, Ryder. Anders will make sure of it, I promise you.” Bryn paces back and forth, wings shaking. I lean against a table, my broadsword at my side. Everyone is silent, which is relaxing, despite the tension hanging over our little group. 

  Am I dead?” Lukka’s voice was weak. She was finally awake, and I noticed Ryder’s dimples as he smiled. “No.” 

  “Then why are we in Valhalla? Fill me in, please.” We all laugh, yes, including me. 

“Felix, why is there blood?” Ryder’s voice causes us all to look at Felix, who has blood soaking through his shirt. His side must be wounded. Lukka, her voice steady, speaks. “Anders. Go heal your boyfriend.” Anders blushes. 

  “He’s not my- Felix! You’re bleeding! Why didn’t you tell me you were in pain? Godsdammit, Felix, sit down!” I remain where I am as Anders heals Felix. The inventor will be fine. Everything will, without a doubt, return to normal within a matter of minutes. 

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[thebookishkiwi]

Writemas Day 14 ✨

Oh, this was FUN.

My chosen prompts are:

"There's a problem, and there's you."

The art of heisting

Of course the heist was going well! We had a hostage! Well, not really a hostage, just a security guard we tied to a chair and are making answer our questions because we're too lazy to look through all of those books. Same thing, different day, right?

"There's a problem, and there's you." This wasn't the first time I've been called a problem, so I just grin. "Thanks! I pride myself on being problematic." The guard squeezes his eyes shut, and I almost laugh. He's already sick of me! Oh, this is fun.

"What's your next question," He asks grudgingly.

"Do you have any jewels in here?" I ask. His eyebrows furrow.

"Aren't you stealing books? Why do you want the jewels?"

"There are jewels! YES! Oh, we don't want them, I do. Especially if they are emeralds." After giving me the location of the emeralds, I sprint out to get them, getting back within two minutes. The guard is out of his chair. Dammit, I was really hoping not to knock him unconscious. Oh well, what a shame!

I roundhouse kick him to the ground. Ryder walks in a second later, and my twin raises an eyebrow. "Lukka. Why is our hostage knocked out on the ground away from the chair he was tied to."

"He got loose, so I just... fixed the situation! Don't worry about it, Ry! I had everything under control. Trust!"

Ryder gives me a look. We begin speaking in Irobelan, for simplicity.

"Lukka, I knew I couldn't leave you here alone!"

"I handled it fine, Ry! I just came back, saw him untied, and reacted accordingly!" "Accordingly.. yes, because a roundhouse kick is the correct reaction in this scenario." "Well, it worked, did it not? Plus, I got emeralds!" I hold them up with a grin. He sighs, but a hint of a smile crosses his face. I point at him.

"See! You're happy. Argument won. Now get back to work, big brother, otherwise Brynnie boo will be on your tail!"

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[thebookishkiwi]

Writemas Day 13 ✨

Sorry this is late everyone! I was hustling trying to finish and post Part 2 of Frosted Out, so I didn't get time to do writemas... but we're doing it now!

My chosen prompt is:

"I'm worse than all the stories. Believe me."

When Aster said she had heard all the stories about me, my first thought was Oh, no. Then I remembered: she couldn't have heard all the stories. There is one story I hope she never hears.

She will never hear.

"Kian? What's wrong?" Aster's voice cuts through my thoughts. I smile apologetically. "Nothing. I didn't realise you had heard stories about me."

She looks confused. Rays of Cyrus, what stories has she heard? "Of course I have! Your father is literally the leader of the dragon shapeshifters, and you're set to inherit his titles... how I could I not have?"

"What stories have you heard?" I ask carefully. Aster's face lights up.

"Stories of bravery and intelligence... of you holding off an approaching army single-handedly... with you being one of the best fighters the dragons have ever known. Just little things." I almost give a sigh of relief, the feeling is so strong.

Then she continues. More nervous this time, the smile gone.

"I've also heard that... that you've killed entire armies. That you're the most terrifying dragons alive... that I see you in your dragon form, it's already too late."

I swallow. Curse quietly. Then I lock my eyes onto hers.

"Aster. I'm worse than all stories. Believe me. But I will never hurt you, you hear me? Never. I promise you that."

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[thebookishkiwi]

Frosted Out, Part 2: Bryn ❄️

Word count: 1027

Almost didn't finish this one in time, so enjoy Bryn’s POV :D

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“How far away are these jötnar, Lukka?” I asked, my voice echoing. Our boots crunch through the snow. I had been to Niflheim only twice before, both times during snowstorms, so this was almost relaxing. However, like any other instance where something is relaxing, it didn’t end that way.

  “We’re almost there, promise!” Lukka was walking backwards now, which shouldn’t have surprised me. That was when I noticed the shapes looming, coming towards us. My hand reached for my spear before Lukka noticed the incoming threats. “It should be right around-”

  Then she saw the jötnar, and was startled. It was hard to be alarmed when shivering uncontrollably, but Lukka managed. 

  When the lead jötun spoke, his voice was the sharp scratch of all frost jötnar. “Who are you.” I wanted to answer, but restrained myself and let Lukka talk with her cheerful smile. 

   “Hello! We’re just visiting, and we were hoping to find a jötun to ask a couple questions! So could we possibly-” 

  “What are your questions.” The wind picked up, throwing Ryder’s cloak to the side. Lukka opened her mouth to speak, but I was already there. 

    “Do you know where Loki’s cave is?” It sounded blunt as it left my lips, but I didn’t regret my words. Sometimes being blunt and straightforward is the only way to get a true answer. The jötnar talked amongst themselves in Old Norse before answering my question. 

  Unfortunately, I didn’t know enough Old Norse to follow along. 

  “We do not. Do you accuse us of siding with the Sly One?” For once, Lukka jumped into speaking ahead of me. “We don’t, of course we don’t! I just have one more question: do you know anyone that does know where he is?” 

  I bit my tongue, hard. The jötnar were angry. This was not going to end well. The moment the jötun spoke, I clocked hands moving to swords. “We do not. Why do you wish to know the location of Laufeyson? Are you sided with the Shape-Changer?” 

  I tensed, glancing at Lukka, who was still shivering. “No! No, we aren’t, it’s just-” Her frantic explanation got cut off. The jötnar made the first move. 

  The twins almost immediately disappeared from my view, but Maximilian stayed, drawing his broadsword to fight alongside me. 

  I was surprised, because it had always been more likely that the prince would be fighting against me rather than with me, but we made a good team- he was all strength and power, whereas I was lightfooted and more strategic than he was. All in all, together with Anders firing arrows from behind, the twins attacking erratically and stealthily like assassins, and the prince and I at the head… we were making this a good fight. 

  I stabbed one jötun in the heart after a tiring struggle, Ryder manifesting next to me to defend against another. Shouting a warning at the prince, I took to the skies to attack Max’s target, who was about to kill him with a hidden axe. I stabbed the jötun’s shoulders and neck, sending him stumbling away. 

  “I could have handled that, Valkyrie.” Max said. 

“It didn’t look like it, where I was standing, Maxie.” He sighed. 

“... Thank you.  I thought you would have been happy to let me die.” 

  I laughed. “Oh, I would have, but the others would’ve been more than a little angry with me if I did. So you’re welcome, Princeling.” I didn’t get the chance to get back to the fight, because bright blue light encompassed the battle.  I spun around, searching for the source. 

  Blue trails swirled away in the wind from Anders’ rune marks, still glowing up and down his arms. Felix rushed over towards the elf, a jötun collapsed on the ground behind him, a forgotten sword to match. Within moments, however, a new problem arose with the sound of pain. 

  “LUKKA!” Ryder’s voice replicated the panic that shot through my system. We all sprinted over to check on her, only to find her curled into herself in the snow. Anders drops down next to her, speaking quietly as my panic rises. The jötnar were approaching, creeping closer with sharp predatory smiles. I could only think of one option, and while it could have repercussions,  I had no choice.

  I teleported us all back to Valhalla. The golden light was still dissipating when Max’s indignant voice cut through my thoughts. “Bryn, where have you taken us?” I know my wings have appeared, because I catch Felix watching them. My voice is steady when I say this:   

  “Welcome to Valhalla, the hall of the slain.” 

    Jaws collectively dropped as they take it all in. Even Anders, who was healing Lukka, looked shocked. “Hey, Lukka, can you wake up for me? We’re in Valhalla!” Anders whispered. Ryder sat next to his twin, face full of more emotion than I had seen from him. “This was a mistake. Lukka can’t last in the cold. Her fire hates it.” Felix put a hand on his shoulder in comfort. “She will be alright, Ryder. Anders will make sure of it, I promise you.”

  I paced back and forth, my wings shaking, agitated. You could cut the tension with a blunt knife. I hadn’t been that anxious about someone in a while. Finally, finally, words broke the silence.   “Am I dead?” Lukka’s voice was weak, but present, as she turned her head to look at her brother. Ryder’s dimples made an appearance as he smiled. “No.” 

  “Then why are we in Valhalla? Fill me in, please.” We all laughed, my anxiety disappearing. I walked over to stand by Lukka. Ryder’s attention, however, had been turned to Felix.  “Felix, why is there blood?”

  Lukka and I both looked at Felix. Blood was seeping through his shirt. Lukka’s voice was steel as she said “Anders. Go heal your boyfriend.” Anders’ ears blushed. 

  “He’s not my- Felix! You’re bleeding! Why didn’t you tell me you were in pain? Godsdammit, Felix, sit down!” He hustled over to Felix, eyes full of panic as he took in the blood. I wanted to slap myself. 

  How hadn’t I noticed that he was wounded? 

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Thank y’all so much for reading Part 2! Next on the list is Part 3, narrated by the Prince we love to dislike, Maximilian.

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[thebookishkiwi]

Writemas Day 12 ✨

Told from Lukka's POV, which I am LOVING, it's an entertaining one today!

My chosen prompt is:

“You’re out of luck, my friend.”

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 I honestly never thought I would say this, but hey, there’s a first time for everything! Sorry, you’re probably thinking “Lukka, what in Helheim are you on about?” Well, guess what, I’m about to tell you, so be patient. 

  Anyways, Bryn was getting on my nerves. Like, severely-so-on-my-nerves-I-can’t-function getting on my nerves. Ryder and I were having a telepathic conversation, as per usual. Well, not actually telepathic, but just a conversation fully held without words. It’s a talent of ours, and it went something like this:

 Why is Bryn going on about us again?

She thinks we have something against Odin. 

Oh, right! That old unconfirmed and completely untrue chestnut! 

Lukka, face it. She isn’t wrong. 

Except for the fact that she is, you mean!

She just has it backwards. Odin has something against us, not the other way around. 

  Now, by this point, I tuned back into what our dear old Valkyrie Captain was yapping on about. All I caught was this: “-Tell me why you have something against Odin, and I won’t harm you.” 

  Honestly, I almost groaned out loud, because she was going for this argument again? SERIOUSLY?! It bores me to no end, because if Brynnie-boo knew our little secret, she wouldn’t be so quick to want to fight us. I could laugh, it was such a hilarious image. I mean, come on! I could probably beat her in a fight and she doesn’t even know it! 

  In the end, all I said was “You’re out of luck, my friend.” 

“Why?” She asked. I could sense Ryder’s eyes staring at me, very clearly wondering where the hell I was going with this. I let a smile sugarcoat my words. Ah, some of my favourite words, they were. 

  “Why? Because you’ll lose, that’s why. Do you have amnesia? Don’t you remember what happened last time?”

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[literally-lord-montgomery]

THERES NOTHINH RICH FOLKS LOVE MORE THAN GOING DOWNTOWN AND SLUMLING TI WITH THE POOR

[purple-egg-yolk]

Wit: The ire hate me for my charming smiles and desire for knowledge

Shallan: Huh that’s funny, thaidakar said the same thing

Wit: I-

Wit: I need to go sit down

[natavinsmoke06]

Kaladin be like: I'm probably ace or trans idk that doesn't matter,I'm really busy rn saving the world

Syl: fr