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desperately want more rp friends to play with 🥺

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looking for new rp partners

Hello! I'm currently looking for new RP partners. I've been wanting to expand to other fandoms, so I'm in the process of creating more OCs. 21+ only!

Fandoms I'm interested in:

PJO

LOTR

Twilight

Narnia

Hunger Games

Interview with the Vampire

Mythology

DM me, if interested!

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Emotions

Send me one and I’ll tell you about my muse when they’re…

☕ RELAXED ♒️ IRRITATED 💘 LUSTING 🌦 LONGING ☘ HOPEFUL 🍃 CONFUSED 🎡 AMUSED 🌞 HAPPY ⚡️ ANGRY 💧 SAD 💕 IN LOVE ❌ JEALOUS 💔 HEARTBOKEN 🏝 LONELY 🌙 EXHAUSTED 👻 AFRAID 👐 SURPRISED  

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relationship status: taken 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

favorite color: anything jewel toned

lipstick or chapstick: a combination of both — and make it red, please!

last song i listened to: garden song by phoebe bridgers

last movie i watched: midsommar

top three tv shows: gilmore girls... i don’t watch much tv to be honest. i have a dreadfully short attention span.

top three ships: i’m not a big romantic so i can’t really think of anything. when i was a hormonal preteen, movie legolas/aragorn was my ultimate ship 🙈 the shame.

books i’m currently reading: ohh child. i’m reading “a little life” and “antigone” translated by our lord and savior anne carson.

tagged by: @lokitheliesmith (sorry i took so long!!!)

tagging: *shrug*

relationship status: married af

favorite color: green

lipstick or chapstick: nah, f*** that

last song I listened to: Husband playing Jamie Cullum on the piano

last movie I watched: Iron Man (we were testing a movie set up)

top three tv shows: I don't really watch broadcast TV all that much? I watch a lot of achievement hunter/letsplay, SORTEDfood and Barry Lewis on YouTube, and I'm looking forward to the marvel offerings on dis.ney+

top three ships: Frostshield, Winterwidow, Loki+friends

books I’m currently reading books I have started but probably need to start over at this point: Kraken by China Mieville, The Gospel of Loki by Joanne Harris, (rereading) The Belgariad by David Eddings

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( angst starter sentences. )

“Are you going to leave me again?”

“Be quiet!” 

“Do you trust me?” 

“Don’t pretend that you cared about me.”

“Don’t you love me anymore?” 

“Foolish.”

“Forgive me, please.”

“Get out of my face.“ 

“Go away.” 

“How could I believe someone like you?” 

“How could you do this to me?”

“How was I supposed to know?” 

“Leave me alone already.” 

“I can’t let you go, not when you’re like this.” 

“I can’t trust you.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I haven’t been resting. I can’t sleep.“ 

“I just wanted to help you.” 

“I needed you and you weren’t there.”

“I said I was sorry.” 

“I thought we were friends.“ 

“I’m a nobody.” 

“It’s too late now.” 

“It was hard for me to say goodbye.”

“Maybe, I don’t need your help.”

“Please don’t go.“ 

“Please, stop it already.” 

“Stop lying.” 

“Stop pretending.”

“Stop trying to fix something that can’t be fixed.”

“Wasn’t I worth a goodbye?”

“We need to talk.”

“What more do you want from me?” 

“You don’t care anymore, huh?” 

“You liar!”

“You’re hurting me.”

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“I am so glad for both of them,” Wren grinned and returned her pen to its holder. She was greatly amused by Sleip’s conversation. It was not every day in which she knew how a warhorse felt about its rider’s legs.

The healer let out a small laugh and raised a brow, feigning being offended. “Huh...I should invest in skin care if I look old enough to surprise you.”

She quickly surveyed the ward and came up with another task for Sleip. She knew soon enough the Royal Guard’s training session would be ending for a lunch break and the ward would be busy in a blink of an eye.

“The bedside carts need to be restocked,” Wren handed a diagram new healers used when they joined the staff. “The materials are in the cabinets over there. Do you mind helping me with those?”

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“Excuse me, miss?” Sleipnir knocked at the door of the healer’s pavilion before entering, ducking through the door and trying to make himself look confident, though his dark eyes betrayed a great deal of concern. His grey forelock kept falling in his eyes, and he kept having to flick it back behind his ear. “Are you busy?”

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Wren, not pleased by his answer, huffed and smoothed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, fussy and irritated. The young woman was becoming restless. She was unsure of how to start a conversation because of the ice she felt grow between them. And she was also unsure of how to break that ice while riding on horseback, encircled by his arm. 

“If you insist,” Wren shrugged. She ignored the hard armor against her back and pressed her head against his chest, ‘getting comfortable’. 

The dread of facing a threatening witch weighed within Wren. It was not as if Wren was trained in hand to hand combat. Her Seidr was still erratic at best. She was not particularly physically strong. The adventure was becoming more concerning rather than exciting in her mind.

“Sire, I would like to know where we stand,” Wren looked up at the king, trying to decipher his expressions. “We have not addressed our argument or the fact that my disrespect toward you would have been enough reason to get me thrown in a prison cell. And to top things off... well, you know...”

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Misstepping || Closed

Wren gasped when the horse neighed and her hands found Loki’s arm to hold on.

“My legs are starting to feel stiff,” Wren admitted, plus riding a horse in a skirt was not very comfortable either. The itch the horse’s sweat was causing on her skin made her desperate for a bath already. Needless to say, Wren would not last long alone in the wilderness. If she were an animal, she would be the first one eaten at the watering hole.

“Would it be possible to stop for a break later?”

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Loki couldn’t help but smile smugly as she grabbed hold of his arm to steady herself.

They had barely passed the threshold into the forest and Wren was already informing about a break. They would be riding another solid two hours before the King would even consider a stop.

He pulled her closer to his chest. “Better get comfortable, Milady Validottir. ‘later’ is many hours away.”

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Wren gasped when the horse neighed and her hands found Loki’s arm to hold on.

“My legs are starting to feel stiff,” Wren admitted, plus riding a horse in a skirt was not very comfortable either. The itch the horse’s sweat was causing on her skin made her desperate for a bath already. Needless to say, Wren would not last long alone in the wilderness. If she were an animal, she would be the first one eaten at the watering hole.

“Would it be possible to stop for a break later?”

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Misstepping || Closed

A snarky comment along the lines of ‘do you not remember what happened the last time field practice was involved’ almost made it past Wren’s lips but she caught it just in time.

She remained silent instead, undoing and redoing the braid on Lettfeti’s mane. Wren glanced over her shoulder, spotting Agnar close behind on his steed. She offered him a quick smile and redirected her attention forward.

Discomfort filled Wren as she realized that the King would most likely keep her closely under his watch the entire trip and she doubted she would be able to ease the tension she’s felt towards him for the past three days.

It bewildered her how he acted as if nothing had happened when it was all she could think about. The anger, the anxious pit in her stomach.

“Right,” Wren swallowed. “Will we be riding for long?”

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Wren’s smile towards the Captain didn’t go unnoticed, and Loki raised one questioning eyebrow. Had something come to pass between them from which he knew nought? And why did it suddenly evoke spite towards his Captain?

Strange…

“With the current speed we could arrive at the scene today, but alas, Lettfeti is the only steed with the stamina to do so. Therefore we shall arrive tomorrow around noon.”

As if to accentuate the point and show his pride in the matter, the mighty steed bobbed his head and neighed his agreement, pulling his black manes from Wren’s grasp.

“Unless you feel like riding for hours on end, I might be able to expedite the deadline,” he offered. Yet, Loki was sure Wren was already getting cramps. If one wasn’t used to writing a horse, one would get sore very quickly.

Why Loki hadn’t just opened a portal to get them more swiftly, that was only for him to know.

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A snarky comment along the lines of ‘do you not remember what happened the last time field practice was involved’ almost made it past Wren’s lips but she caught it just in time.

She remained silent instead, undoing and redoing the braid on Lettfeti’s mane. Wren glanced over her shoulder, spotting Agnar close behind on his steed. She offered him a quick smile and redirected her attention forward.

Discomfort filled Wren as she realized that the King would most likely keep her closely under his watch the entire trip and she doubted she would be able to ease the tension she’s felt towards him for the past three days.

It bewildered her how he acted as if nothing had happened when it was all she could think about. The anger, the anxious pit in her stomach.

“Right,” Wren swallowed. “Will we be riding for long?”

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Misstepping || Closed

Wren inched closer to Loki.

“Just do not let me fall,” she said. “Please.”

She tilted her head so she could glance at the King. She noticed a new kind of mirth in his disposition. It was contagious and made her excited for the journey, which surprised her. Spontaneity was not one a way one could use to describe her after all.  

“Oh yes, the one who murdered her sister from…that other day,” Wren trailed off and focused on braiding a strand of the horse’s mane. “I am still unsure about my role on this mission in.”

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Lettfeti didn’t seem to mind that Wren was braiding his manes, if anything, the mighty steeds was fully focused on navigating between the trees, making sure it’s passengers weren’t knocked in the face by branches.

“You are a healer, are you not? And you are my student. I assure you shall have a roll to play.” Loki grinned. “What better way to learn than in the field?”

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Wren inched closer to Loki.

“Just do not let me fall,” she said. “Please.”

She tilted her head so she could glance at the King. She noticed a new kind of mirth in his disposition. It was contagious and made her excited for the journey, which surprised her. Spontaneity was not one a way one could use to describe her after all.  

“Oh yes, the one who murdered her sister from...that other day,” Wren trailed off and focused on braiding a strand of the horse’s mane. “I am still unsure about my role on this mission in.”

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Misstepping || Closed

A part of Wren wanted to take to the sea. She had not been swimming since she was a child. She silently wondered if she could slip away from her duties at the ward to have a day at the beach sometime soon. Maybe she could get Agnar to come with her.

The King’s voice stopped her pondering.

“Oh, I would say both,” Wren said. “One depends on the other, I think.”

Experimentally, Wren stroked a strand of the horse’s mane to not hold on to Loki’s arm. She felt awkward and out of place.

“Sire, where are we going? What is happening?,” Wren asked. “Why am I here?”

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Warmly, Loki laughed.

“Do not worry, Wren. Lettfeti will not let you fall,” he said and untangled one hand from the reigns he was holding to pad the magnificent steed on the neck whilst maintaining its dazzling speed. “Besides, in the event you fall off, one of my Honor Guard will retrieve you,” he joked.

Loki was in good spirits indeed. He had been hauled up in his palace dealing with futile things for too long. This little adventure stirred up his desire to roam the realms free, but it was in conflict with his desire to rule Asgard. However, for now he enjoyed it.

“Do you remember the witch that was brought to trial? You have seen her. It appears she had her claws deeper into things than I suspected, and we are off to correct the wrongs she has done.”

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A part of Wren wanted to take to the sea. She had not been swimming since she was a child. She silently wondered if she could slip away from her duties at the ward to have a day at the beach sometime soon. Maybe she could get Agnar to come with her.

The King’s voice stopped her pondering.

“Oh, I would say both,” Wren said. “One depends on the other, I think.”

Experimentally, Wren stroked a strand of the horse’s mane to not hold on to Loki’s arm. She felt awkward and out of place.

“Sire, where are we going? What is happening?,” Wren asked. “Why am I here?”

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Misstepping || Closed

Wren was relieved to feel the King’s arm slide around her waist. The chances of falling off were low and she could breathe easy again. However, the force of the horse charging forward made her close her eyes shut and her hands to hold on to Loki’s arm.

Wren felt his breath on the shell of her ear as he whispered to her, but she was too tense to reply.

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When she felt the bravery to open her eyes again, the glittery hue of the city had been replaced by the natural beauty of Asgard. The fresh air and the quiet soothed her. Her hold on Loki’s arm loosened up and her trepidation was replaced with curiosity. The King hadn’t told her what she was doing there yet or what the “disturbances” Agnar had mentioned were. 

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They ran over the meadows towards the forest. Far on their left lay the sea, glittering in the sunlight. Soon they would be deep within the forest where the light had trouble reaching the ground. And even though their mighty steeds were fast, the journey would take almost two days.

Loki had noticed how Wren had tensed up in his arms, but she finally began to relax.

“Afraid of horses, or have you never ridden one?” he asked, a little smile playing on his lips.

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Wren was relieved to feel the King’s arm slide around her waist. The chances of falling off were low and she could breathe easy again. However, the force of the horse charging forward made her close her eyes shut and her hands to hold on to Loki’s arm.

Wren felt his breath on the shell of her ear as he whispered to her, but she was too tense to reply.

When she felt the bravery to open her eyes again, the glittery hue of the city had been replaced by the natural beauty of Asgard. The fresh air and the quiet soothed her. Her hold on Loki’s arm loosened up and her trepidation was replaced with curiosity. The King hadn’t told her what she was doing there yet or what the “disturbances” Agnar had mentioned were. 

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Misstepping || Closed

Wren looked up at the King in bewilderment. She had never learned how to ride horses. Wren was sure her legs were not strong enough to balance her. A fall from that horse would not be easy to handle.

“Huh? Wait, I am not sure if - ” Wren had begun to protest, mostly out of fear of falling off the steed.

But between the King’s awaiting hand, the watching guards, and the frazzled servant, Wren failed to notice when she was hoisted atop the horse.

The healer fumbled as she fixed her skirt, which had risen enough to expose her thighs for everyone to see in the process.

“Um… your majesty, are you certain this is appropriate?” Wren asked in a hushed voice.

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“For the sake of haste, I truly have no time for courtesies,” Loki said, and wrapped an arm around Wren’s stomach to hold her close to himself. Then he kicked his horse and with a dazzling speed, they were off.

Even though Loki’s horse was bigger, more agile and had more stamina, his six Honor Guard and dozen Einherjar kept up with them, never breaking their ranks.

He put his mouth next to hear ear and whisper audible, “Besides, I am the King, I decide the courtesies.”

Soon, they had left the city and were out on the open fields.

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Wren looked up at the King in bewilderment. She had never learned how to ride horses. Wren was sure her legs were not strong enough to balance her. A fall from that horse would not be easy to handle.

“Huh? Wait, I am not sure if - ” Wren had begun to protest, mostly out of fear of falling off the steed.

But between the King’s awaiting hand, the watching guards, and the frazzled servant, Wren failed to notice when she was hoisted atop the horse.

The healer fumbled as she fixed her skirt, which had risen enough to expose her thighs for everyone to see in the process.

“Um... your majesty, are you certain this is appropriate?” Wren asked in a hushed voice.

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Misstepping || Closed

Wren had been preparing her breakfast, prepping for another day of work at the ward, when a knock at her door claimed her attention. She lowered the heat on the furnace to make sure the biscuit she was warming up wouldn’t burn to a crisp and made her way to answer the door.

“Captain Agnar!” Wren’s grin slowly dimmed when she noticed his furrowed brow, “Is everything alright?”

He was in armor as well, she noted. 

Captain Agnar offered a small smile nonetheless and bowed slightly at the waist in greeting.

“Lady Wren, there are some disturbances-”

“Disturbances?” Wren shifted in place. “What kind of disturbances?”

“King Loki has sent me to fetch you. There is no time for explanations,” Agnar stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “We will be gone for a while; therefore, it would be best to pack light layers.”

Wren’s adrenaline began pumping through her veins. “How long will we be gone for? Why must I come along? Captain Agnar?”

“Lady Wren, please. You will have answers to your questions but not now. Go gather your belongings. The King is expecting us,” Agnar followed Wren into her bedroom and helped her stuff clothing and toiletries into a bag. “You will need a cloak as well.”

Wren nodded and collected her cloak plus a couple of books, which she slid into the bag as well.

“I still do not understand what purpose would I serve in this trip,” Wren watched as Agnar slid the bag over his shoulder and gently guided her out of her room. 

“Lady Wren, I do not have the answers right now, I’m afraid.”

Wren sighed and grabbed her biscuit, turned the furnace off.

“Very well. We should go then.”

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When Wren and his captain arrived at the palace, Loki had already arranged for everything and they were ready to go.

Loki was seated upon a majestic, black horse. The steed was clad in armour and her headgear sported a mirror image of the horns of his own helmet. Surrounding the King on their, slightly smaller, black horses were six of his Honour Guard, their expressions blank.

“Wren Validotter,” he nodded to Wren, both an acknowledgement of her presence and an introduction to the dozen of Einherjar that were, next to his Honour Guard, present as well. They too were mounted on their own animals, although their horses were white.

“We are leaving,” Loki commanded simply, while Agnar was mounting his own horse that had been kept ready by a servant.

From his high position, Loki extended his hand for Wren to take and a servant scrambled to assist Wren to get her atop the magnificent steed.

“You are riding with me.”

It wasn’t a question.

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Wren had been preparing her breakfast, prepping for another day of work at the ward, when a knock at her door claimed her attention. She lowered the heat on the furnace to make sure the biscuit she was warming up wouldn’t burn to a crisp and made her way to answer the door.

“Captain Agnar!” Wren’s grin slowly dimmed when she noticed his furrowed brow, “Is everything alright?”

He was in armor as well, she noted. 

Captain Agnar offered a small smile nonetheless and bowed slightly at the waist in greeting.

“Lady Wren, there are some disturbances-”

“Disturbances?” Wren shifted in place. “What kind of disturbances?”

“King Loki has sent me to fetch you. There is no time for explanations,” Agnar stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “We will be gone for a while; therefore, it would be best to pack light layers.”

Wren’s adrenaline began pumping through her veins. “How long will we be gone for? Why must I come along? Captain Agnar?”

“Lady Wren, please. You will have answers to your questions but not now. Go gather your belongings. The King is expecting us,” Agnar followed Wren into her bedroom and helped her stuff clothing and toiletries into a bag. “You will need a cloak as well.”

Wren nodded and collected her cloak plus a couple of books, which she slid into the bag as well.

“I still do not understand what purpose would I serve in this trip,” Wren watched as Agnar slid the bag over his shoulder and gently guided her out of her room. 

“Lady Wren, I do not have the answers right now, I’m afraid.”

Wren sighed and grabbed her biscuit, turned the furnace off.

“Very well. We should go then.”

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Misstepping || Closed

The muscles of her lower back tensed up and relaxed when she felt the King’s arms snake around her body. She silently prayed he didn’t feel her body warming up beneath the thin fabric of her dress. Her shawl slipped to the floor as her arms wrapped around his torso, exposing her freckled shoulders and the pink flesh of her neck and chest. 

Her glass of wine fell from her grasp, bleeding into a cushion; she could not care less. 

Loki’s words sent a wave of anticipation down her body. Her thighs pressed tightly into each other. The best response she could muster was a breathy whimper. 

Wren felt the King pull her closer, his tongue smoothing over her lips. She parted her lips, allowing him to explore her mouth. 

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To say Loki was beyond delighted by her non-verbal answer, was an understatement. This was going to be an… interesting night.

FTB

Loki hadn’t stayed until morning. Rather, he had quite quickly left, but that probably had more to due with the fact that the sun was already rising than rudeness. Duty called…

Two days had passed. He had taught Wren more about magic in the little free hours they had. They hadn’t spoken of their earlier fight, nor about what had happened that night. Just business as usual and Loki showed no indication that something had come to pass between them.

It was on the third morning that a scout was introduced (rushed between other meetings) who told the King of enemies roaming their realm.

Loki cancelled all other appointments for that day and others to follow. He set his Einherjar to prepare for a mission to rid the realm of these enemies, and he would be coming along. Loki also appointed Captain Agnar to retrieve Wren. She would be coming along.

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A coy smirk found its place on Wren’s pink lips. 

“Hm... my secrets,” Wren looked up at the captain and an idea popped into her head. “I think you will like this one.”

She grabbed him by the hand and towed him through the maze of stalls. Soon enough, a tiny stall selling wild remedies came into view. It was secluded, with only one other stall keeping it company a few feet away. 

A raggedy old woman was arranging bottles as they approached. Not many people knew, but Dania made the best spiced pear liqueur Wren had ever tasted. She was hoping to buy a bottle. 

Wren never bothered with greeting Dania; the old crone wasn’t talkative and despised small talk. Nods of acknowledgement sufficed for Dania.

“Artemisia brew?” The crone anticipated Wren’s request, and without waiting for a response, she placed two tall glass bottles on the table top. 

Wren nodded again and pulled three boxes of incense cones she had crafted. The crone never accepted currency from her, so they agreed on exchanging goods instead. She turned around after accepting the boxes, as if Wren and Agnar had not been there at all.

Wren held out a bottle toward Agnar, bashful look in her eyes. 

“Here, an apology for yesterday.”

“If I am to call you by your name, you must call me by mine. I am not one for formality,” Wren grinned and laced her arm around his, her thumb gently stroking the fabric of his shirt.

The healer felt butterflies fly loose in her stomach. He seemed so gentle and charming to her. She didn’t know many men like him.

“No!” She chirped quickly, feeling her cheeks go pink again. “That sounded forceful. I apologize. What I mean is that I would like to walk…and talk… with you, since you have been trained to do so, it would be a shame to waste such skillset.”

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“If only it was the skillset I most excel at, but alas,” Agnar said jokingly as they navigated between the stalls.

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“Now, Wren, if you’d be so kind to tell me-” he glanced sideways at her. “Which vendors do you recommend we should stop? And what should we purchase? As someone who is new to markets, you have to share your secrets with me,” he teased, and then he winked.

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