#( side muse ) egil

[hayanwulf]

Hayan does prompts? Hell yeah! Expect me to come up to your window like in a drive-through.

I‘d like to order FrostIronStrange. We need more of that. Something like „Why can't we ever do normal people things for date night? Like dinner, or a movie? Why jump straight to axe throwing?!“

Aahhhh okay, I’m finally feeling well enough to, like, setup a routine for answering prompts. Hope y’all enjoy stalking my page.

I do not think this is what you expected when you gave me that prompt, but oh well, this is what the muse served..

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Tony scoffed. “Sedalia clearly doesn’t know how to have fun. He should let Egil set that moron’s wagon on fire.”

“Indeed,” Loki agreed all too gleefully, smirking as he cast a side glance at Stephen.

Stephen simply rolled his eyes and turned his focus back on the stage, watching the play.

Loki had written this original play himself, and this was New Asgard’s first ever literary and arts fest. Loki had pridefully relayed as such to Tony and Stephen when inviting them. And though the live performance theater stood under an open sky, the illusion magic was so seamless here that one would think they had truly been teleported to Vanaheim.

The two Vanir characters on-stage bore striking resemblance to two certain people Stephen knew... Egil was intelligent, a curious creature, always ready to learn new things, always trying to push everyone and his own limits with his acts. Sedalia was unmatched in healing and rune magic, always the wiser of the pair, always pulling Egil out of the holes he dug himself.

Tony had been commenting non-stop since the very beginning of the play, and Stephen didn’t think he had seen Loki this giddy since Thanos’ attack.

A smile grew on his face as he listened to Tony’s commentary. He was pretty sure that they were being annoying to the Asgardians sitting near them, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Soon, however, they were interrupted by a loud chorus of cheer from somewhere to the left of the theater.

Stephen and Tony turned to look what was happening, and found that there was an axe throwing competition not far away from the theater. Stephen was mildly annoyed; who would put that in a literary and arts fest?

Asgardians.

He shook his head and focused back on the stage; Tony did the same. Egil and Sedalia were being creepily stalked by a light elf in the dense forest.

“I’m calling it, it’s the third MC,” Tony said.

“You sound too confident about it,” Loki replied. “He could be the antagonist.”

“Nah. Pretty sure the antagonist is that big ugly guy we saw at first with the sob story of his planet dying.”

There were loud cheers again, interrupting their immersion. Stephen could feel irritation rising up in his chest. Tony turned to look again, Stephen didn’t even bother, his eyes fixed on the light elf who was sneaking closer and closer to Egil and Sedalia, building up a thrill scene. Tony then craned his neck further to their back, which made Stephen frown and turn around as well.

Some of the people were leaving the theater.

They were leaving to go to that cursed axe throwing competition.

Tony and Stephen shared a look, then glanced at Loki sitting on Tony’s other side. Loki’s eyes were on the stage, watching his characters, but they both knew he had to be knowing what was happening.

Stephen leaned down to whisper, “Their loss.”

Tony inclined his head in agreement. This play was a masterpiece, and anyone willing to leave it halfway was a fool.

Tony went back to rambling about the scene. “He’s not as good at hiding as he thinks he is. Sedalia clearly knows he’s there.”

“He is excellent at hiding,” Loki refuted. “This simply proves how adept Sedalia is at his magic and sensing his environment.”

On-stage, Egil was rambling much like Tony was right now, while Sedalia subtly put himself between Egil and the light elf, interpreting the new presence as a threat. His hands lit up with magic. Now he was outright glaring the light elf’s way, provoking him.

But the light elf did not move from his hiding spot, curiously observing the healer.

Sedalia raised his hand to cast a blast of magic, and then—

Loud applause boomed through the air a third time, it was so loud that it even drew the actors’ attention and they turned their heads towards the source, play and roles forgotten.

There, at the target zone, Thor stood bellowing in victory with both hands in the air. On the wooden target, the axe was lodged right on the bullseye.

The actors quickly remembered the roles they were supposed to be playing. Sedalia attacked the light elf, who got hit square on the chest and landed flat on his back.

All the actors froze at that.

Which meant that it was unscripted. Which meant that the light elf actor was supposed to dodge it, but failed.

Tony facepalmed, while Stephen just shook his head in pity for the poor performers. Loki, though..

Loki looked to be at the precipice of losing his patience, face carefully kept neutral, but eyes radiating fury.

“Forgive me,” Loki spoke, suddenly getting up from his seat, and turned to them. “I’ll return shortly.” And with that he strode away in quick steps.

Both of them called out to Loki, but their calls were not acknowledged. They turned to each other.

“What are the odds that someone will be murdered tonight?” Tony asked.

“I’d say pretty high,” Stephen replied.

They both got up in unison and ran after Loki.

It was fair bit of struggle to wade through the crowd of Asgardians now gathered around the target zone, watching and cheering. Eventually Stephen got annoyed enough that he started to fling people out of their way with magic. Tony watched him with amusement. Stephen didn’t feel bad in the least; besides they were Asgardians, they could take a bit of being flung around.

Arriving at the heart of the target zone which was empty but for a few people — a stark contrast to the large circle of Asgardians completely surrounding its boundaries — they saw Loki standing aligned to a target. Thor stood off on a side, a somewhat sheepish look on his face, as he observed Loki. Oh yeah, Thor was definitely the culprit responsible for this competition.

A man came to Loki, handing him a large axe. Loki held it, scrutinized it, then promptly tossed it away towards the sky without looking. The axe landed somewhere behind the crowd, destroying something by the sound of it. Stephen hoped no one got hurt, but there were no shouts of pain, so it was likely okay.

Loki summoned one of his blades in a hand. He let his magic flow through it, tendrils of brilliant green snaking around the blade. His weapon transformed, the hilt growing longer, the blade splitting to two that both grew out into two large, heavy, symmetrical wings. Loki’s axe looked magnificent and perfectly balanced in his grip.

He positioned himself a distance away from the target, but wait.. there was more magic. Stephen squinted, trying to guess what, exactly, was Loki aiming for here.

Hopefully not his brother.

Loki swung his axe with an impossible amount of power. It flew into the target and shattered it into pieces, but didn’t stop there. It continued, destroying the protective barrier behind it, then the backup barrier behind that, and finally crashed into a stall of weapons before its momentum died. Stephen thought he saw broken pieces of several axes scatter all over the ground from the impact.

For a moment, all of New Asgard seemed to fall in utter silence.

Then everyone cheered deafeningly loud for Loki.

(And if Stephen knew of Loki’s foul play with magic, he didn’t point it out.)

His shoulder were slightly shaking with restrained laughter as Loki haughtily made it back towards them, while Tony had that smug smile on his face that spoke ‘Good job!’

“Ah yes, axe throwing,” Tony said dryly, “How romantic. Why didn’t I think of that first?”

“Clearly your genius doesn’t extend—”

“Loki!”

The trio turned in unison to where Thor stood by the (now destroyed) stall of weapons, holding an axe which was no longer an axe; both its wings had fallen off.

“You’ve destroyed all the axes!” Thor shouted over the cheer of the crowd.

“Whaaaat? I can’t hear you!” Loki yelled back, then quickly turned to them. “It seems the play is getting postponed, how do you feel about something else for date night?”

“How about some axe throwing?” Stephen snarked.

Loki turned to see Thor rapidly approaching their group, then turned back to them and grabbed each of their arms. “Beloved, your portals could be really useful right about now.”

“Hey hey, what’s the rush?” Tony said with barely restrained laughter. “I want my turn at this now.”

“Yeah, Loki, even the Cloak wants to try.”

“Loki!” Thor was almost here.

Loki looked back at his brother once, then focused back on his partners and let his magic flow through them, preparing to teleport all three of them together. Stephen finally took pity and opened a portal under their feet, dropping them in their personal quarters in the Compound and closing it after. The last thing they saw through was Thor’s raged expression.

Tony burst out in laughter.

Loki just scowled at Stephen for a moment, feigning betrayal. The Cloak reached up for Loki with a corner and patted his cheek. Loki swatted them away in offense.

“Can we ever, for once, have a normal date night?” Tony asked, half his body lying flat on their bed when he was done with his laughing fit.

“At least this was entertaining,” Stephen commented, sitting next to him as the Cloak flew off his shoulder. “And there were no villains interrupting us.”

“I don’t know, pretty sure Thor easily qualifies for that role here.”

Stephen considered it, then agreed. “Okay, he does.”

“And he got served justice.”

Stephen snorted.

Loki was slowly pacing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, a scowl on his face. He spoke nothing.

“Oh come on here pouty face,” Tony beckoned him.

“I’m not pouting,” Loki said, clearly pouting.

Tony and Stephen shared a look.

He’s a total drama queen.

Yes, he is.

They both got up and took an arm of Loki each, dragging him towards the bed.

“Y’know, we still have some other, very exciting activities for date night,” Tony whispered seductively, making Loki sit down on the bed. “Isn’t that right, Sedalia?”

“Yes, Egil,” Stephen agreed, snapping his fingers. All the windows of their room turned opaque. “And no one will be around to interrupt us for it.”

Loki huffed, his previous bad mood disappearing but still trying to be difficult about it. “Fine, only because I want to stop thinking about that oaf that sabotaged my play.”

“Oh, that’s very easy, babe,” Tony said, pushing Loki down on bed, and Stephen added, “By the time we’re done, you won’t be thinking at all.”

[storiesofwildfire]

new side muse tags

( side muse ) fenrir ( side muse ) hel ( side muse ) jormungandr ( side muse ) sleipnir ( side muse ) saga ( side muse ) hallbjorn ( side muse ) ylva ( side muse ) agnar  ( side muse ) ragna ( side muse ) ulla ( side muse ) asmund ( side muse ) alvida ( side muse ) dahlia ( side muse ) egil ( side muse ) fandral ( side muse ) frodi ( side muse ) gael ( side muse ) inge ( side muse ) inka  ( side muse ) kjartan ( side muse ) lawrence ( side muse ) sebastian ( side muse ) sigurd ( side muse ) sindri ( side muse ) valencia ( side muse ) vera

[arcanigenum]

all of my muses in twd verse, alphabetical order:

azazel: Best Dressed Angel in the Zombie Apocalypse-award goes to az, he jingle-jingles his way through the hordes with his fancy jewelry and makeup while laughing like a maniac bc god’s favorite pets are DYING

benjamin: he remains relevant in camps by being the doctor. the only doctor. other doctors die mysteriously. there is a chance he creates a cult by accident. 

egil: crying about his rapier not being an effective weapon against zombies and has to go with a less aesthetic sword like a cutlass or pallasche. feel his pain. he also has a horse and knight skills.

elliot: is probably dead unless someone scooped him up early on, or he somehow survives by intuition alone until he reaches a camp. 

haqrha: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO THE HUMANS ON THIS PLANET?

jacques: a chaotic environment for a chaotic man. he would thrive if it wasnt for the emotional pain. bodyguard and police skills come somewhat in handy when facing danger. 

jeremy: he has god on his side. he will fuck u up. sin? dont know her. we’re already in hell. 

kraki: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO THE HUMANS ON THIS PLANET?

loke: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO THE HUMANS IN MIDGARD?

morgan: he has a bunker and a dog. he wins the apocalypse. 

rick: he’s either dead or working on getting electricity and defense systems up and running with pieces of scraps, there is no in between

vigrim: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO THE HUMANS IN MIDGARD?

ull: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO THE HUMANS IN MIDGARD?

[monabela]

ha! here I am for the last day of @aphrarepairweek2020, magic, with another pairing I think is very interesting but had never written before. this was a lot of fun, and I really like this little au, tbh. I feel like there could be more stories in here. I guess I alluded to a bunch of pairings, but they’re really not important and can be Ignored :)

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the bard’s song

pairings/characters: Iceland (Egill)/New Zealand (Riley), Liechtenstein (Erika), Hong Kong (Leon), Taiwan (Mei), Seychelles (Angélique), Latvia (Raivis) + mentioned Moldova (Luca), Australia (David) & Norway (Einar)

word count: 3182

summary:

Egill really wishes Riley’s stupid D&D character would stop trying to seduce his own character. Mostly, he wishes Riley would try to seduce him instead.

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“Well, Riley, if you insist…”

Egill can feel his eye twitch while Erika gestures wearily across the table at Riley, who looks poised and ready and far too pleased with themself.

“I guess you can roll to seduce the Owlbear. You know what to do,” Erika finishes. Riley is already throwing the twenty-sided die. On Egill’s other side, Leon is shaking with suppressed laughter, like he wasn’t the one who brought the menace of Riley Greenwood and their weirdly seductive halfling bard into their D&D group.

Riley actually pretends not to know what exactly they’re rolling for or what to add, as if they don’t try to seduce literally every NPC Erika throws at them, and then triumphantly declares it’s a seventeen. Egill pushes his hands into his hair, groaning. Erika just gives a resigned sigh, planting her elbows on the Monster Manual behind her little wall of books.

“It’s going to attack you anyway, I hope you know.”

“Can’t hurt to try,” Riley replies cheerfully.

“It literally can!” Egill says, and then he has to bite his lip and look away when Riley grins one of those mischievous grins of theirs, one that makes their eyes crinkle up and pulls at one corner of their mouth. Leon, who had just managed to calm himself, starts giggling again, and Egill elbows him.

“Egill, it’s your turn,” Erika says. He consults his character sheet.

“I could see Riley’s dumb bard being stupid, right?”

“Don’t talk about Minto like that!” Riley interjects, crossing their arms. “He’s wonderful and everyone loves him.”

“His wisdom modifier is minus two,” says Mei, who somehow always remembers everyone’s stats. Well, not that that particular tidbit is hard to remember. “I didn’t know you could get minus two.”

“Minto is special and I bet Yawen is jealous.” They raise their eyebrows at Egill. He sighs again.

“Well, I guess Dûrion is going to try and get Minto out of harm’s way.”

Riley beams from across the table, and it somehow makes Egill’s skin tingle. 

It’s very likely that everyone in their casual little D&D party is aware that it isn’t an accident, at least on his part, that Minto and Dûrion, Egill’s high elf artificer character, are so often off on their own or just helping each other out in their sessions. It’s embarrassing as fuck, of course, but Egill has long since given up on trying to do anything about it. Soon enough, Leon or Raivis or another one of their friends will do something dumb, and Egill’s crush on Riley will be completely forgotten. Maybe even by Egill himself, although that seems unlikely to him at this point.

Riley might be aware of it as well, or they might not. They’re notoriously difficult to get a read on. Even Angélique, who has known them the longest, seems to have trouble with it. Egill thinks Riley enjoys it that way. 

“Right, that’s fine,” Erika is saying, pushing her short hair behind her ears. “Tell me what Dûrion’s going to do, then.”

Egill manages to save Riley—well, Dûrion saves Minto from being eaten—and the rest of the party make quick work of the monster guarding the cave that contains whatever horrors Erika has in mind for them. For such an innocent-looking woman, she sure has a twisted imagination.

“Now that we’re out of combat,” Riley says, once Angélique’s druid has distributed some healing spells, “can I roll to seduce Dûrion?”

“Yes!” Angélique shouts, adding, “That’s in-character. Rovanon’s very keen on love.”

“Aryax hates love, and also Rovanon,” Leon puts in.

“Aryax hates everything, he’s just an excuse for you not to help.”

He finger-guns at her, and she shakes her head, smiling. 

“So,” Riley says, “can we get back to Minto seducing Dûrion?”

“Maybe Dûrion isn’t interested in being seduced,” Egill replies, raising his eyebrows and hoping he isn’t blushing.

“Does Dûrion want a long-term relationship?”

“Aryax vomits in disgust,” Leon says.

“No!” Raivis yells. “Daina immediately hides. Last time Aryax vomited, he barfed lightning everywhere and nearly killed her.”

“Not my fault Daina’s human.”

Erika, as per usual when they go off on tangents like this—which is most of the time—looks both pained and amused.

None of them are really cut out for Dungeons & Dragons, Egill thinks, at least not in any serious way. The whole thing started as a joke in his first year of university, with just him, Leon and Erika, because the three of them were procrastinating on assignments and wanted to have something to do. Egill had been the DM, because it was his idea and his brother did tabletop RPGs, so it was assumed he’d know how it worked. He did not.

His brother, Einar, was the one who pointed out how crap he was at it and that Erika would probably enjoy being the DM more. Leon keeps trying to convince Einar to join a session, and Egill spends much of his time trying not to think about his best friend’s weird crush on his brother.

In the four years since then, the three of them have accumulated the rest of the party. Raivis dated Erika for a while, and took over her character, Daina. He stayed after they broke up, having become a good friend to Egill over that time. Mei was Leon’s roommate for a hot minute, and Angélique was her friend. Riley, in turn, was Angélique’s friend, but Leon is the one who convinced them to join after they came to watch one day. Their last party member, Luca, is studying abroad at the moment, so his character has been captured and they’re technically always on a quest to free him, but Egill thinks it seems likely Luca won’t return to be Raivis’s roommate ever again, so their wizard will probably die.

It’s a shame. Luca was the only useful person. Certainly more than fucking Minto.

“Don’t take off your clothes!” Mei is yelling at Riley. Egill blinks dazedly.

To his disappointment, Riley isn’t actually taking off their clothes, just crossing their arms petulantly, only the edge of the intricate tattoo on one of their forearms visible.

“You’re on a mountain,” Erika reminds everyone. “If Minto takes his clothes off, I will need a saving throw to see if he freezes.”

“It’s fine,” Riley says, “he’ll bask in Dûrion’s hotness.”

Dûrion only knows ice spells because Egill thought that would be a cool theme to have, but he doesn’t point that out.

“Aryax vomits lightning,” Leon says, reaching for his dice.

“No!” Mei yells.

“At Minto,” he adds.

“I can’t believe Minto died,” Angélique says drily. “Can Rovanon have his bagpipes?”

“No one can have Minto’s bagpipes because Minto isn’t dead yet,” Erika interrupts before they descend into chaos again. “Leon, is Aryax actually attacking him?”

Leon nods, in response to which Riley throws Egill an imploring look, which is just unfair. He tries to frown back, but Riley just smiles in a surprisingly soft way he’s never seen before, pushing their brown curls out of their face, as if they know Egill will help anyway, and not just because Dûrion has a good alignment.

Leon elbows him, and he snaps back.

“What?”

“Aryax missed,” he says sadly.

“Oh!” He turns to Erika. “Is anything on fire?”

She considers this for a moment.

“Yes. Minto’s bagpipes are on fire.”

“Nice.” Leon grins, and even Riley has to laugh at that. Egill decides Dûrion definitely won’t use a spell to douse those flames, and hopes Riley doesn’t remember anytime soon that Minto has more bagpipes. He exchanges an anxious look with Mei, who obviously does remember.

“Are we ever going into this cave?” Raivis asks.

“Daina is hidden, no one can hear her,”  Erika reminds him.

“Guys, where’s Daina?” Angélique says, pretending to be distressed. “She must have gone into the cave! We have to help her! Rovanon charges into the cave.”

“I can’t believe Rovanon died,” Riley says. “He will be remembered. Minto composes a song for him on his… Flute, I guess.”

“Make… Make a performance roll for how good the song is,” Erika says, probably just to annoy everyone by making Riley look at their character sheet and remember they have no flute, because Minto traded it for more bagpipes.

Riley rolls the die, and starts to giggle. Angélique and Raivis peer over, and groan in unison.

“Erika, I’m delighted to tell you… It’s a thirty-three on how good the song is. Does everyone cry?” They lift the die to show off the twenty they got.

“Everyone weeps and your bagpipes are magically restored,” Erika confirms, much to everyone else’s horror. And, while Riley holds both hands up for high-fives that go unanswered, “And I think we’ll have to end it there, because I have to go.”

“Boo,” Mei says, winking. Erika ducks her head, cheeks turning rosy, and Raivis raises his eyebrows, looking between them. That’s pretty interesting.

“Sorry. Everyone, remember where you are.” She makes some notes behind her book partition before starting to dismantle it.

“Well, Rovanon is apparently in heaven,” Angélique says. “Mei, can Yawen come and get him? She can fly.”

“Possibly,” Mei muses. “We’ll see what Erika thinks.”

“I think Rovanon is in a cave and can see in the dark because he’s a half-orc, so he’s probably not dead,” she says, putting her bag on her lap and starting to stuff her books into it.

“Aw, I never get to fly,” Mei says, sadly. Angélique pats her hand. “Thanks.”

“I’ll find a way to make you fly,” Erika tells her, pushing herself backwards. Mei makes a face at the whole table. That sounds ominous.

Everyone puts away their dice and character sheets. Leon sweeps the blueberries he was eating into his bag wholesale, as he usually does. Egill is afraid to find out what the inside of his bag looks like.

Mei pushes the door open for Erika, who smiles gratefully up at her and wheels herself into the front room of her brother’s bakery. They’ve been meeting here for a while now, but he still won’t give them any free pastries. Luca had been getting through to him, but, well…

“Hey, Riley,” Angélique is saying, walking backwards to the door while looking at her phone, “do you want a ride? Me and David are going to the beach, we could drop you off. Or you can come along, if you want.”

“Ah, sure, because my middle name is Third Wheel,” they joke. “I’m good, thanks. Tell Dave he’s an idiot for me.”

“Will do. Bye, everyone!” She flits off, almost tripping over Erika’s wheelchair as she somehow always manages to do. “Sorry!”

Raivis just waves, slinging his backpack over his shoulder and picking up his longboard. He hurries through the bakery, apparently still convinced Erika’s brother hates him for breaking up with her. Riley chuckles next to Egill, hands in the pockets of their maroon pants. They rock back on their heels when Egill looks down at them and smile at him while Leon exits as well, crunching on something he unearthed from his bag on the way.

“Well,” Egill says, absently pushing his tongue against his lip piercing, “guess I should go.”

“Yes. No.” Riley blinks and takes a deep breath. They smooth an errant curl off their forehead. It bounces right back. “Actually, I wanted to ask…”

“Do… You need a ride with me?” Egill asks. “It’s no problem, I’ve got a spare helmet.”

“No. Well, I mean, hell yeah, that sounds amazing,” they reply, hazel eyes lighting up. “But no, that’s not it.”

“Okay.” Egill watches curiously while Riley fidgets with their belt buckle. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Riley fidget before; they always seem to know what they’re doing, even when what they’re doing is pretending to be unaware what’s going on when they most likely caused it.

“I wanted to know… Well, I know Dûrion isn’t interested in being seduced and all, but I kind of hope you are.” They gesture helplessly as Egill’s breath hitches. “I’ve got a feeling you are, and I’d like to try, eh? I’d like to—I like you, is what I’m trying to say. And I’d like to take you on a date?”

“Okay,” is all Egill can say, dumbstruck. And then, “Really?”

That, thankfully, gets him one of those smiles that pulls at Riley’s eyes and makes them twinkle.

“Yeah, Egill, really. You’re interesting, and I like that.”

He pushes his tongue against his piercing again.

“And also, that’s ridiculously hot and I don’t think you’re aware,” Riley blurts, eyes wide. 

Egill stills, biting his lip, and just blinks down at them.

“It’s offensive.”

“Sorry?”

“Minto almost died because of that, you know? It’s distracting as fuck.”

“You’re, hm… You’re better at hiding it than I am,” Egill stutters. Laughing, Riley grasps his forearm, thumb stroking the pale skin as if on instinct.

“You do realize I’ve tried to seduce you and no other party members during every session for the past six months?”

“I—Riley, it doesn��t work like that!”

“Yeah, I get that now.” They shrug apologetically. “I thought it was fairly obvious. Everyone else seemed to know. I thought maybe you weren’t interested, but then it seemed like you were so I thought, you know, take a page out of Minto’s book and try it.”

Looking back, sure, it’s perfectly Riley to go about—about flirting so completely backwards, because just flirting like normal people do seems to be how Riley communicates with almost everyone. They can’t seem to help it. Egill thinks it’s charming. Mostly.

“That’s fair,” he says.

“I guess it works better for me than Minto, eh?”

“Unsurprisingly, yeah.” He wants to say something about Riley being much more attractive than fucking Minto, but doesn’t quite know how without embarrassing himself to death, so he just bites his lip again and smiles. Luckily, Riley seems a little unsure of themself as well, for once. It’s strangely bolstering. Egill leans a little towards them, catching the hazel gaze.

“Woo!” Mei suddenly says, from by the door, and Egill jerks up. “Sorry! I left my hair tie.”

Flushing, Egill just stands there awkwardly, with Riley still holding his arm, while she grabs the accessory and then pauses by the door on her way back out.

“Good for you guys,” she says, then flashes a peace sign and disappears back into the bakery. Riley clears their throat. Egill huffs.

“Well, that saves us the trouble of having to tell everyone,” Riley says, chuckling. 

The idea of this being something that’s serious enough to tell their friends about is exciting. Mei is a notorious gossip, so Egill thinks Riley might have a point. He leans back over again, cautiously touching their shoulder, and they grin up at him, hair brushing his hand. It’s as soft as he always imagined it would be, and the curls bounce as they move their head. 

By the quirk of Riley’s mouth, they can read the desire to run his hands through their hair on his face, which is probably still red too. Riley’s tan skin is only slightly flushed.

He bites his lip. Watches Riley’s eyes widen again, lips parting. Some eyeliner has smudged on their eyelid, and this is the first time he notices just how many faint freckles there are scattered across the bridge of their nose. It’s exhilarating to be able to look.

“So, you said something about a spare helmet?” Riley asks, a little breathier than usual, their eyes still fixated on his mouth.

“I did.” He takes a step back, then a step forward, back into Riley’s space. A wayward curl brushes against his nose, where the top of their head is, as they look up. “Where do you wanna go?”

“Well… I’m hungry. We could go eat something.”

Egill pulls out his phone to check the time. It’s going on five in the afternoon. He nearly drops his phone when Riley touches his hip, but smiles when they aim a questioning look at him. He isn’t very used to dating, hasn’t done so in a while, but this is good. And, really, he didn’t know if Riley dated at all; he’s never heard anything about it.

Evidently, they do.

“We could go for dinner, then?” He thinks about it. “We should take something out to the boulevard, it’ll be nice.”

Riley nods, grinning. 

When they both start towards the door, Egill bites his lip and reaches for their hand, knocking their fingers together. Grinning even more, so much it almost looks painful but is very flattering at the same time, Riley grasps his hand and swings it between the two of them as they leave through the bakery.

Outside, they wave merrily at Erika and Mei, who are chatting on the sidewalk. Mei grins. Erika raises her eyebrows, resting her elbow on her bag and her chin in her hand. Egill blushes again, and Riley squeezes his fingers.

“Have fun,” Erika says, sketching a little wave. Just then, Raivis flies past on his longboard. He slows down and grins an uncharacteristically vibrant grin before speeding off down the winding street. Egill blinks after him.

“Hey, Erika!” Angélique calls from the passenger seat of a Jeep reversing out of the parking lot next to the bakery, poking her head out of the window. “I have—”

She hits her head on the top of the car when she spots him and Riley, and swears loudly, which is rare. Riley snorts, knocking their shoulder into Egill.

“Yeah, me too!” Erika calls back to Angélique, laughing.

“I regret this already,” Egill says, turning his head just enough that Riley’s hair blows into his face again. Riley just grasps his arm with their free hand and leans even more into him, so it isn’t all bad, really.

From the Jeep’s driver’s seat, Riley’s best friend, David, shouts something as he drives by, and they flip him off in response, letting go of Egill for a second. Angélique laughs, and David honks as they drive off.

“Come on,” Egill says, pulling Riley with him to the parking lot, where his motorcycle is. It used to be Einar’s, but he finally painted over the emblems his brother put on it, and it really feels like it’s his now. Riley gets an excited spring in their step as they near.

Of course, Leon is there, because why wouldn’t he be, sitting on his bicycle and looking at his phone. He glances up, thick eyebrows twitching.

“Oh, nice,” he just comments, and looks back down.

“Text Luca while we’re at it,” Riley says, dry as bone. Leon smiles.

“Maybe. Hey, I could text Einar.”

“Fuck off,” Egill tells him. He winks, puts his phone away, and bikes off.

So they finally leave, Riley hanging on to Egill and whooping excitedly at every turn and bump on the way to the boulevard, and the evening is wonderfully sun-soaked and bright, and Riley tastes like cheap wine at the end of it, so all in all… Maybe that dumb bard is good for something, after all.

[egilsdottir]

STUDY    :      iona egilsdottir

��    basics.

▸     is    your    muse    tall    /    short    /    average ? in comparison to most asgardians, unfortunately iona is on the shorter side at 5′9″

▸     are    they    okay    with    their    height ? absolutely! she takes pride in her height!

▸     what’s    their    hair    like ? normally after being washed, it is shiny and curly, though if she is battle ridden it becomes wavy

▸     do    they    spend    a    lot    of    time    on    their    hair     /    grooming ? not unless if is being braided up for battle 0u0

▸     does   your   muse   care   about   their   appearance   /   what    others    think ? not in particular. she was raised by a palace guard who taught her the importance of protecting herself rather than what gown she struts for courtship, though she does hope that some see the gentle soul behind steeled eyes.

—    preferences.

▸  indoors    or    outdoors ?     outdoors ▸   rain    or    sunshine ?     both ▸     forest    or    beach ?     forest ▸     precious    metals    or    gems ?     gems ▸     flowers    or    perfumes ?     flowers ▸     personality    or    appearance ?     personality ▸     being    alone    or    being    in    a    crowd ?     solitude ▸     order    or    anarchy ?     order ▸     painful    truths    or    white    lies ?     painful truths ▸     science    or    magic ?     both ▸     peace    or    conflict ?     peace ▸     night    or    day ?     day ▸     dusk    or    dawn ?     dawn ▸     warmth    or    cold ?     warmth ▸     many   acquaintances    or    a    few    close    friends ?    a few close friends as many acquaintances could betray you without missing a beat ▸     reading    or    playing    a    game ?     reading

—    questionnaire.

▸     what    are    some    of    your    muse’s    bad    habits ? she paces when anxious and bottles up fear rather than freely expressing what is on her mind.

▸     has    your    muse    lost    anyone    close    to    them ?      how    has    it    affected    them ? both biological parents; one in battle and the other by suicide. it has effected her greatly and it has caused her to be empathetic to those who experience loss

▸     what    are    some    fond    memories    your    muse    has ? when her surrogate father egil had a gown made for her for her attending of Thor’s coronation (see this drabble!)

▸     is    it    easy    for    your    muse    to    kill ? no.

▸     what’s    it    like    when    your    muse    breaks    down ? silent brooding, uncontrollable sobbing, panic attacks, increased aggression

▸     is    your    muse    capable    of    trusting    someone    with    their    life ? yes

▸     what’s    your    muse    like    when    they’re    in    love ? she would go to war for those she loves yet in a domestic sense, iona would be the one to give gifts, be affectionate and ultimately worship her lover.

tagging . @sigrvif​  / @lcgcndxry​ / @zcldrizes​ / @guardian-rocket​ / @lycanlead​ && YOU !

[bxmbsxawaya]

📱 (Roan)

Send 📱 for five texts my muse didn’t send yours, and one that they did || accepting

@acollectionoftales​

[text: Roan] just because he bruised me up doesn’t mean he’s abusive fuck off.

[text: Roan] Can you come get me? He took my keys and i need to get to practice.

[text: Roan] I just texted Egil and he said he was going to bring you but I think i’m going to have a panic attack will you call me till you get here?

[text: Roan] I feel like I’m gonna hurl he was out side of the rink i know you’re on your way but I just saw him and now I’m hiding in the locker room fuck.

[text: Roan] I don’t know how to say thank you. I don’t think there is a way to say thank you.

[text: Roan] gym tonight?

[eldurogiis]

Eyes, mouth, hair, body

send me a word! || learn all about my muse’s physical features!

[eyes]: not just the colour, but the shape, the length of their eyelashes, whether they’re alert or usually half-closed, large or small, sunken into the face, ringed by bags, etc.

          The colour of his eyes are like so (see headcanon). Well, he certainly doesn’t have large eyes… not quite small either. Between large or small, however, his eyes leans in the small, department. They are also upturned, which means they’re the classic almond shape, with a natural lift at the outer corner, with long, pale eyelashes that cast a shadow over his eyes and cheeks. He usually is well rested (6 to 7 hours), therefore his eyes aren’t ringed by bags. His eyes are his most expressive features, staying true to convention: “the eyes are the gateways to the soul.”

[mouth]: are their lips always drawn thin or are they plump and kissable, what’s their “default expression”/resting face, do they have all their own teeth, do they use their teeth to smile, etc.         

        His lips are usually drawn thin, impassive or schooled into a frown (by default). They are, however, rather prominent and often chapped from wind burns and his bad habit of biting his underlip when nervous or when in deep thought. (he denies it but one of the reasons they’re prominent is that he tends to pout when displeased.)

       He has a complete set of teeth, that of which he takes care of. And although he’s very particular about dental care, he doesn’t really use his teeth to smile. When Egill smiles, it’s usually just a quirk of lips. It takes a lot to draw a completely unguarded smile from him, wherein he shows a little bit of teeth, mirth obvious in his lilac hues. Actually, his mouth isn’t really isn’t used to express emotion… sometimes he actually views it as an articulatory device needed for communication and eating.

[hair]: length, colour, texture, whether it grows quickly or slowly, how manageable it is, whether it requires lots of styling, do they leave stray hairs everywhere, is it present on their face, is it present on the rest of their body, etc.

           Relatively short. Now, however, it’s grown long.            He hasn’t the time to cut it. It is like so:

            He has long bangs that reaches his eyes, if not positioned correctly. His hair is a really light shade of gray, bordering white (nation verse) but sometimes display streaks of pale blond (hair is simply pale blond in human verse), depending on the light. It is wavy and actually fairly smooth. He’s a bit particular with hair care, as well. He uses shampoo most of the time but also conditioner every two or so days to keep it manageable. He sadly has a natural bed head; good hair days are rare. His hair is steadfastly connected to his scalp. No hair fall yet, thank goodness.

             As for the rest of his body, yes, he does have hair over there. He has a happy trail and, naturally, pubic hair as well! Scarce as they are. That’s right, he has scarce body hair, save for the puff ball that is the patch of hair on his head. And like his natural hair color, his body hair is pale in color and usually undetectable because of his equally pallid skin tone. He has fine hairs on his arms and legs, both of which he shaves from time to time.            (They’re itchy against fabric, okay?)

[body]/[build]: are they skinny and petite or do they resemble a body builder, are they tall or short or average height, are they lean and wiry, are they overweight, are all of their features proportionate, etc.

             He’s lanky - aka, tall and rather lean.              He looks skinny but he’s not. He has muscles from manual labor, like fishing and taking care of horses. For better imagery, his body somewhat is like this (male at leftmost side) but when clothed he looks like this. Contrary to how he may seem to be, he is not malnourished or underweight. He’s at his ideal weight for his height, at least for now. He sometimes orders underweight and ideal weight, depending on the how stressed he is at a given point in time. No aberration here; his features are pretty proportionate.

[storiesofwildfire]

CHARACTER INFO SHEET

tagged by: @dominionovershadows tagging: @thvndergvrd (or any of your blogs, really), @lxvingdeadgxrl @ofcharredbones @nottobecrossed @lameshsorsye and whoever else would like to do this!

author’s note: Since I’ve done this for Loki before and most of this info can be found in his bio, I’m going to take this opportunity to fill this in for a side muse, in this case, Egil

▌FACE CLAIM :  Alfonso Herrera 

▌NAME :  Egil Akeson 

▌AGE :  1,430 Asgardian years, give or take a few

▌HEIGHT :  5′10″

▌SPECIES :  Aesir

▌GENDER :  Male

▌NATIONALITY :  Asgardian

▌BIRTHDAY :  Midsummer

▌SUN SIGN :  Cancer

▌RESIDENCE :  Due to Egil’s position as a royal palace guard, he lives in the heart of Gladsheim, the capital of Asgard, and often resides within the palace itself.

▌MARITAL STATUS :  Never married

▌PROFESSION :  Palace guard charged with the protection of the palace and the royal family of Asgard.

▌DRINK :  Aesir mead

▌FOOD :  Anything high in protein, to be honest. He’s not a picky eater at all. 

▌DAY OR NIGHT :  Night

▌SNACKS :  He can probably be found stashing, hoarding, and eating some sort of dried meats or crackers with cheese toppings. He’s snacking about as often as he can get away with, to be honest.

▌PET :  None, but he often takes care of Loki’s cat, Fanny.

▌COLOUR :  Despite the fact that he’s almost always forced to wear gold armor, Egil prefers softer, more natural, and muted colors. The color of very clear, clean ocean water is his favorite.

▌FLOWER :  Forget-Me-Nots and Harvestbells

▌SEXUALITY :  Pansexual

▌BODY TYPE :  Athletic and well-built

▌EYE COLOUR :  Hazel

▌HAIR COLOUR :  Black

[storiesofwildfire]

Blog Updates - Nov 15th, 2017

Okay, so as most of you know, I’ve spent the last two days doing basically nothing but blog updates. I’ve completed almost all of them and I’ll list them below:

New arrangement of pop-up tabs. I’ve put my ask and submit into one tab to make room for my NPC link

Made new banners for each of my pop-up tabs

New navigation in pop-up tab. Instead of having my navigation page click away to a separate page, I put all of the navigation into a pop-up tab. I may add ships to the navigation page at some point, I haven’t decided yet.

Extended and updated biography in “biography” pop-up tab. You can also read the new version of the bio here.

Wrote Kjartan’s bio

Added Kjartan, Dahlia, Valenica, Gael, Egil, Saga, and Fandral to my NPC page, making for 23 total active side muses

Wrote my pirate verse description and added it to my verses pop-up tab. You can also find my verses here

Made sure all pop-up tabs and existing links were up-to-date

Things still left to do:

Fill out stats sections for each of my NPCs on my NPC page (this will not happen anytime soon because it’s just long and time-consuming. I will likely do them one or two at a time, slowly)

Write Fandral’s bio. I’ll do this as soon as I can, but I really want to flesh him out to make him a well-rounded character that expands from canon, so I’m taking my time with it.

Now that all of my major updates are done, my activity will return to normal. I’m very behind on drafts and memes, but now that I’ve gotten most of this off of my plate, I can focus on interacting with you guys again. 

Tomorrow, I need to get some school work done and do a bit of work on my NaNo, but afterward, I will be online for memes and drafts.

Here’s what I’m working with: 

Inbox: 22 Drafts/Starters: 33 IMs: 5 different people are waiting for responses from me

If you would like to interact with me, feel free to send me a message! And if you notice anything on my blog not working, please feel free to shoot me a message about that too.

Once again, thank you all for your patience. I will get back into the swing of things over the next few days.

[storiesofwildfire]

Just because you top sometimes doesn't make you a top. With a history of partners like Egil, Heimdall, Vera, Fandral, and Lara Croft? There's no way you're a top. You're a switch who usually bottoms, fess up.

is my muse a top, a bottom, or a switch? – status; accepting

♔—- “You act as if you’ve spoken to them personally and everyone’s recounted, in detail, how much of a bottom I am. Have you done your research or are you just calling out names that people will assume lean more towards topping?”

top: .5bottom: 1.5switch: 2

[storiesofwildfire]

Egil; Loki’s Ex – a headcanon

NAME: Egil Akeson AGE: 1,430 Asgardian years GENDER: Male FACE CLAIM: Alfonso Herrera PARENTS: Ake Erikson (father) ;; mother deceased SIBLINGS: None OTHER RELATIVES: None OCCUPATION: Royal guard sworn to protect the House of Odin as well as the palace of Asgard.

RELATIONSHIP TO LOKI: Egil is Loki’s ex-lover. The pair spent quite a great deal of time together before Loki’s marriage to Sigyn. While they never truly fell in love, they formed a deep bond that allowed true attachment to form. Even once they separated, they maintained a close relationship. Egil often takes it upon himself to act as Loki’s personal protector.

STATUS ON BLOG: Secondary muse that is available for interaction for developed plots and people who already roleplay with Loki and wish to get to know other characters that make up his world. He may also show up in threads if it makes sense for him to make an appearance. Please be aware that Egil is the mun’s OC. He is not canon and is not available for public use.

BIO: Egil, like many other Asgardians, was born into a household of warriors. His father and his grandfather both served in Odin’s armies, fighting alongside the All-father in battle during Asgard’s most gruesome wars, such as the Great War between Asgard and Jotunheim.

Egil never had a chance to know his mother. She passed away shortly after his birth. Being the first born to his parents, he never had elder or younger siblings to get on with, so it often left him alone with his father and his extended family. He was never really given any option other than becoming a warrior. While he took his studies very seriously and gained top marks in most subjects, his education never saved him from the path that was set out before him.

He took a great love in the arts, but his father would have none of it. His talent spoke for itself but being an artist would never bring his family honor.

Once he reached proper age, his father sent him off for formal training, where he learned from warriors who swore themselves to the throne of Asgard. While Ake spent his time working with and preparing his son, this was the first time Egil ever received any formal combat education. Only the best of the best were allowed to teach him and because of how high expectations were, Egil and the other young Aesir that stood alongside him were put through some very intense regiments. 

Even as a child first starting out on the path to becoming a warrior, Egil came home with bruises and open wounds most days. He earned himself quite a number of scars early on for making stupid, careless mistakes that any youngling would fall into the trap of.

His skills developed quickly, however, but so did his resentment. Every time he had to drag himself out of the mud and reset his jaw or nurse a slash mark across his chest, a tiny seed of anger towards his father grew larger and larger until it finally took root. His relationship with his one surviving relative became very strained during the latter years of his childhood and stayed with him well into young adulthood.

Pursuing a post in the palace was more out of spite than it was anything else. While his father proved to be a great warrior, he never earned the recognition from the Chief of the Aesir. He’d never worked directly under the King of Asgard and Egil knew that if he became a member of the Royal Guard, he would do what his father could never achieve.

Once he took up a full-time post in the palace, he was given a very specific set of instructions. His job--along with plenty of other guards--was to protect the princes at all costs. Even if Odin and Frigga were to fall, their priority would always be the heirs to the throne. 

This is how Egil met Loki. 

He found the Second Prince of Asgard sitting in the palace’s courtyard, beneath the balcony to his private quarters. Loki sat in the shade with half a dozen books around him, levitating in the air so he could see them all at once without craning his neck. In his lap sat a sketchbook, where he drew the most beautiful scene of the gardens that stretched out before him.

It didn’t take long for a clear bond to form. Egil, intrigued by Loki’s intellect and passion for creation, wasted no time in getting to know the younger prince. He heard stories of Loki, of course. Everyone had. Loki was one of the most important creatures in all of Asgard, but there were plenty of rumors that went around depicting him as an oddball who was more trouble than he was worth. As they grew closer, Egil realized that most of those stories were greatly exaggerated, or simply painted in a light to make Loki look poorly.

In the time they spent together, talking about art and music and Egil enchanted by watching Loki perform his magic, their bond took a turn towards romantic. Loki entrusted Egil with some of his darkest fears and his deepest secrets. They shared a great deal of love for one another and their relationship quickly expanded into something sexual by nature. Loki invited Egil into his bed for years, but as much as they cared for and loved one another, they both eventually came to the conclusion that they were not in love, nor did it seem like they would ever actually fall in love. They both suspected that they would, but it never happened.

As painful as it was, they decided their relationship needed to change. Loki was a Prince. One day, he would be expected to marry and have children, and Egil wanted to ensure that Loki got a chance to find the person he was truly meant to be with.

Even though the romantic aspects of their bond were dismissed, they still held onto their friendship. Egil was always fiercely loyal to Loki and always remained protective of his prince.

The only time Egil has ever been known to turn his back on or betray Loki in any verse is when Odin’s lost a few too many marbles. In some verses, the King of Asgard has turned cruel and unforgiving. In scenarios such as these, out of fear, Egil will do whatever Odin requests of him, including harming Loki and his family.