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kristine froseth in the buccaneers (2023)

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Bel Powley and Emma Appleton as photographed by Felicity Ingram for Porter Magazine, 2022.

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“Physically, yes,” A slender finger lightly poked his sister’s arm as though to reinforce his point, before moving to tap against her temple. “Here, though? I don’t know where you’ve gone – don’t worry, I’m not expecting you to tell me - but you’ve always done it, ever since you were small."

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"When you're upset, you do this… disappearing thing. You're doing it right now."

"Do not be ridiculous." Hel spoke quietly. She knew he was right. But could never admit it. "I'm right here. Not disappeared."

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Ruairi O'Connor as Michael Vincent “Death Comes to All” — Delicious (1.01)

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She should have expected such a response, but the transformation still prompts a surprised, delighted giggle. The moment is so reminiscent of ones Lofn remembers from when she was a child, when Loki's magic was so often the instigating factor in whatever mischief the royal children of Asgard and Vanaheim managed to get up to together. And that has her thinking (not for the first time) about just how glad she is that they are here; not just as part of their court, but as part of their family.

Besides, she's never liked Harbard. Have any of them ever liked him?

"You ought to be careful - there are more than a few people who'll want you to attend more of those meetings, purely for the sake of putting him in his place again."

“Why in all the realms would that be awful?” Face is scrunched up in confusion trying to understand why such a thing would be bad. Then a flash of gold washes over the trickster, and they are draped in Lord Harbard’s visage. “It went something like this–” And so saying, they imitate the expression of horror worn by the counsellor when they had arrived in the council chamber with the now infamous bloodied sack.

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Freya Mavor as Princess Elizabeth of York The White Queen (2013) Episode 10 "The Final Battle"

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"You know why I'm here, but would you prefer it if I pretended that I'm just here to be annoying?" He retorted, unphased by the false disdain - but very much not unphased by the sight of her trying to disguise her tears.

Hel was stoic to a fault. She had her reasons for it, and by the Norns they were good and noble reasons, but that didn't make it any easier for Narvi to see her hurting. He'd never understand the burdens she carried, or grasp the sheer magnitude of the weight on her shoulders, but he could at least try to remind her that - while it was all hers alone to carry - she did not need to be alone to bear it.

What else was he here for?

"Look," He started again, a little more gentle now. "I'm not leaving, so here are your options: do you want me to pretend you're not upset, or do you want me to give you a hug?"

The goddess hoped her desire to be let alone was clear. That he would take the hint and leave. But then he would not be her brother. Hints were like warning signs to her family and they each were D.W..

With a heavy huff, Hel let go of her pillow and it flopped back flat on the mattress behind her head. She looked up at Narvi with a feigned expression of disdain, "Why are you here?" She asked and wiped her eye with the top of her wrist.

As she stared at him, her lower lip trembled slightly. It was taking considerable effort on her part not to sob. He was a good big brother. She knew he would comfort her if she was crying. But she wanted to be a good little sister and shield him from woes so burdensome they darkened one of nine realms.

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— ruairi o’connor as harry, duke of york / henry VIII in the spanish princess

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When she hugged him back, Narvi squeezed her a little tighter. For any other family, the thought that dying could bring you closer to one of your siblings would sound insane - but they weren't any other family, were they? Hel had claimed him, protected him, and now he did what he could to repay her.

"Some thoughts aren't destined to be shared, I suppose." He mused, but her compliment made him grin. "Well, occasionally listening to her must pay off occasionally. Though I think any advice I give is a poor substitute for hers - or yours."

She closed her eyes as she pressed her cheek against his chest. He was not as warm as their elder brothers, not as large but she could easily see that his hugs were just as cozy. Just as comfy. If he was quiet long enough to let her pretend, she would've fallen asleep.

Hel shifted to wrap her arm around his back, hugging him back tighty. Sometimes she didn't feel like returning affection but since realising how desperatey she wanted and needed it, and that her brothers were sometimes as loathe to ask for it as her.. she made a more concerted effort to return their hugs. They deserved to know how furiouosly they were loved. Narvi, especially.

"I don't know. My mind makes sense, the words just get lost and confused on their way to my tongue." Hel chuckled softly, "You sound like mama, you know." The very highest compliment Hel could give.

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Ruairi O’Connor as Henry VIII · The Spanish Princess 1.03

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“Of course you’re on my side!” Her response is bright, and utterly unphased by his stifled laugh. Now satisfied that he'll help her, Hnoss quickly moves to catch up with him. "I don't think I need more of a reason, do I? Sometimes brothers are the worst."

“Well, that—“  Thor’s voice quiets while he holds in a laugh, lips pressing together for assistance.  “That doesn’t quite tell me what he did.  But I am still on your side.”  Before he’s finished speaking, he is walking.  His next words are directed over his shoulder: “Come.  To the training grounds.  We will prove him terribly wrong.”

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Emma Jill Appleton (born 1991)