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As she listened to her speak, Hnoss' expression morphed into a mixture of confusion and mild disgust. "...Do you find Thor attractive?"

“Yes, but it’s different with you! And he’s not scary, no, he’s… intimidating. Those muscles and piercing blue eyes and…” She cleared her throat a bit, trying to hide a growing blush. “It’s very different, I can assure you.”

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Emma Appleton for YOU Magazine

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"She speaks very highly of you - we are old friends, you see. We talk." Freyja smiled softly, as though bringing the girl into her confidence. "I know that my daughter - the Queen - is already quite taken with you." A pause, then: "You will find the court here quite different to what you are used to, I think."

“Yes, I was very fortunate to be favored by her.” Saeya replied, hoping that her loyalty to the Allmother and her family would show how dedicated she could be to those she served. “Of course, my lady, thank you. I do hope that being here now means that I can grow to learn more about your family as well.”

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Rachelle Lefevre

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Her smile is warmer still, when Loki's head lifts and she's once again looking at the trickster's face. "Oh, that's not fair - some of them do manage occasional displays of competence. Besides, she wants you in those meetings. You make a good team; between the two of you, things are very different from how they used to be - which is a good thing."

Lofn pitches her voice lower, conscious of the fact that her older sister is in the adjoining room. "I hope you know how happy we all are that you're here, Loki. And that you know how much more comfortable Sigyn is as Queen now that she has you at her side."

Warmth blooms in Loki’s chest at Lofn’s thrilled laughter. It is a reminder of their sister-by-marriage’s care for them, another blanket of acceptance wrapping across their shoulders and keeping the god warm. They are wanted, they are loved.

With a haughty upturn of Harbard’s nose, the trickster slips back into character. “Put me in my place? Put me in my place?! I’ll have you know I am exactly where I belong, and where my extremely intelligent insight can be the most valuable... your highness.” With a simpering bow, filled with the kind of reverence many of the Lords and Ladies are full of, in spite of their insistence that they know better than the Queen herself, Loki dips their head. When they rise again, they are back to looking like themself.

“I wouldn’t have to attend any of these meetings if even half of the council had the brains to be occasionally competent.” (It’s a good thing this conversation is happening in the private royal suite, because Sigyn would not thank them for airing this view for just anyone to hear.) “Besides, it was your sister who really put him in his place. She is much more skilled at such ‘diplomatic’ admonishments than I am.”

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Freya Mavor as Veronica Ford in The Sense of an Ending

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Sometimes, in spite of the horror mapped out across their history, Narvi couldn't help but feel as though his purpose was to be here - a steady presence at his sister's side, always there in whatever way she needed him to be. He wasn't the only one able to take care of her, of course, but... It helped, to think that maybe there was a silver lining to what had happened to him.

To think that despite all the pain and the grief, at least it meant Hel never needed to be alone.

He was careful as she leaned against him, as though trying not to startle a wild animal who had just decided to trust him. But his arms, as they wrapped around her, were strong and steady.

"Even harder for you than for most of us, I think"

She didn't immediately reply to his words. He was right. Her mind was elsewhere. And his voice, his eternal affection, was coaxing but still hard to hear. Somewhere deep in her mind she pressed and ear to the wall as she tried to gauge the source. Tried to follow that voice, that love home.

But home comes with the assumption she was ready to be present. If he weren't there she'd still be completely dissociated.

Thankfully, he was. He was always there when she needed him. And if not him, another. They timed it well. A brother here, a mother there, another brother next and then the first again. Always someone there.

A voice calling, her lighthouse in the dark.

Slowly, she lowered her head, resting the top of it against his chest. Her shoulders slumped as she let out the heaviest sigh.

"It's hard to be a person, you know.."

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Narfi, son of Loki

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"Do not forget, litla - of your extended family, I am still perhaps the one most well-acquainted with that which tends to precede your presence." The words were said kindly. Though Freyja may only have had claim over a portion of the dead, she still understood the burden on the other's shoulders a trifle more easily than most. "And I don't recall ever being displeased with you."

Though they were not blood, she saw shades of Sigyn in that smile, just as she saw the child she had once doted upon in the too-rare instances when she had seen her.

"I have missed you. To what do I owe this rare honour, hm?"

Eyes, much the colour of their hair shifted from side to side before finally and decidedly settling on Freyja's fair visage. A slow borne smile grew on her pallid lips even as she stood still, like a child caught five steps from mayhem.

It had been too long. Even the name, the ken, felt foreign to her ears. Granddaughter. Not even the claim. Dóttursdóttir minn. She sighed silently, a small bead of guilt growing in her chest as she hesitantly stepped forward.

"And are you not glad of this?" She replied, thinking on her feet, "If there was enough woe to foretell my coming, would you not have been displeased with me?" She lifted her chin, proud and mischievous as she finally reached Freyja's feet, still smiling as she looked up at the older goddess. Like a child who knew they were about to get their way. She softened her voice as she earnestly added, "I missed you, amma."

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Shannon [Reclaim 2014]

By: thejennire

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Henry VIII → flap cap

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@emeraldxphoenix sent: "Dare you to steal something from the vault."

"On my own, with none of your advantages? You must be joking."

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Garet Jax

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"There is a reason I have always prized her counsel so highly." Freyja agrees with a smile, though she doesn't fail to notice the way his expression changes. "Has something sought to dampen yours, Thor?"

“i take that as a very high compliment —— after all, she is the wisest person any of us have the privilege of knowing.”  thor smiles, soft, eyes bright; it smooths a moment later.  “truly, freyja, we must never dampen our light.  not for anyone, nor anything.”

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Rachelle Lefevre in The Sounds

Mini series - 2020

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@emeraldxphoenix sent: "Here. You're old enough to try this aren't you?"

Narvi grins at the question but doesn't bother to answer, a hand immediately reaching for the offered drink.

"Dad, how old do you think we are?" Váli asks, laughing - before his expression morphs to a scowl as he realises his twin has beaten him to taking the drink. Would trying to snatch it off him undermine the point that they're old enough...? Probably.