#Bregne

[comparativetarot]

The Magician. Art by Bein Bregne, from the Suprematismic Tarot.

[gaysindistress]

Soldat - five

summary: After finally settling down in Louisiana with Sam, Bucky thinks he’s finally free. Unbeknownst to him, there’s an organization who’s mission is take out all enhanced individuals and he’s their next target

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (code name is Elv)

warnings: violence, blood, the feels

word count: 3k

part 4 | masterlist

translations: they all come from google so if they’re wrong, please let me know!

Vi er en av samme sjel: We are one of the same soul

Elskling: darling

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest

The blinding lights are too much for her eyes as Elv regains consciousness and blinks rapidly as she looks around the room. Selje and Bregne are lying a few feet away, still unconscious. She drags herself over to them and checks their pulses to ensure they’re still alive. In the midst of doing so, there’s a wet patch soaking through her pants on her knee. One hand goes to touch it while the other continues to check for a pulse. Bringing her hand back into her view, she sees that it’s covered in blood and when she looks down, the entire floor is slick it as well. Frantically she searches for the room for the origin and lands on two bodies behind the desk. 

“Ow gods what happened?” Bregne rasps, holding her head as she sits up. 

Selje groans awake next whilst Elv is desperately trying to get to her feet. The scoffing of her boots draws Bregne’s attention to not only her but also the pools of blood around them, “Are you okay?” “Where is Bucky?” Anxiety fills her as she clumsily rounds the desk and falls to her knees again when she identifies the bodies. 

Eik is the closet to her with blood pouring from her stomach and wincing in pain. Bucky is sitting up against the back wall with his hand applying pressure to a wound on this thigh. 

“I’m right here,” he grunts out while she crawls over to him. Her hands quickly search his body for any other wounds, shaking from anxiety and being so close to him. With the dagger she used earlier, she cuts the bottom of her shirt off to wrap around his thigh. He lets out a string of curse words and grips her wrist with his flesh hand as she tightens it as much as she can, “Fuck at least give me a warning.”

“Can you walk?” Her voice is low and cracking as she tries to calm herself. The fear of losing him and never getting to see his smile again has overwhelmed her every sense. Memories of them holding each other by the fire last night are racing through her head as other past ones are coming back. She’s seeing flashes of past missions as she struggles to keep herself from falling again. “Yeah, help me up,” he slings his arm around her shoulder and they shakily get to their feet. Brenge is helping Selje up as well, the barely conscious woman mumbling in her native language of Punjabi. 

She has her hand on his chest, feeling his heart thump against it through his leather jacket. The steady beat is slowly calming her and her own heart starts to follow along to his. Even though his breathing is labored from fighting with Eik and being injured, there is still a relief felt by her knowing that he is breathing and alive. 

They stagger out of the office and back down the hallway to the stairs. Given the state that everyone is in, Elv makes the executive decision to head for the garage rather than the entrance. If they want a fighting chance at making it to quinjet, they’ll have to steal a car. 

Littered across the floor of the main room are Voktere, all unmoving and unconscious still. The three that are currently walking are the only ones that seemed to have woken up yet from whatever sleep the second list of trigger words caused. She nearly trips over a pair of legs, causing Bucky to curse under his breath at the added weight to his leg. The familiar freckles and thick brows of Fjell are pulled together in pain from being kicked. 

“We have to get out of here before everyone wakes up,” he says, gently tugging her to go around Fjell.

Nodding, she jumps his arm back onto her neck and briefly checks to make sure Selje and Bregne are following them. Selje is speaking English with Punjabi and Norwegian peppered through, still asking questions. 

She punches in the code to the garage but her nerves get the best of her as she struggles to press the buttons. More Voktere are starting to wake up and their quiet moans and grunts sound like something out of a horror movie. Bregne is anxiously checking over her shoulder the entire way to the line of cars. Something isn’t right to her but they don’t exactly have the time to investigate or dwell on it. The engine roars to life as they hear thunderous footsteps closing in on them. Just as they drive off, Fjell appears at the doorway clutching a radio in her hand. 

“Did you see that?” Elv turns to Bregne in the backseat who is stroking Selje’s hair away from her forehead as she lies with her head in her lap.

“No but something isn’t right, I can feel it.”

Sitting back in the passenger seat, she asks Bucky the same question, “Yeah something is definitely off. Did you see what Fjell had in her hand?”

“Did anyone check if Eik was alive or not?” Bregne shakes her head at the same time as Elv and Bucky can’t help it when he sighes and rolls his eyes, “That’s your weird feeling. Eik was still alive when we left and I can almost guarantee that Fjell is telling her where we’re headed”

The car roars faster down the dirt road as he steps on the gas even harder than before. Selje fully sits up abruptly with a gasp, nearly scaring Bregne half to death. 

“Gods are you okay?” Bregne asks as she frets over her. 

“Yes, yes I’m fine,” she swats Bregne’s hands away and locks eyes with her, whispering in a barely audible voice, “Do you remember?”

There is agony in Bregne’s pale eyes as she searches for the words to answer Selje, “I need you to say it.”

Selje’s hand tenderly cradles her face, “Vi er en av samme sjel.” 

We are one of the same soul

“Elskling,” Bregne breathes out as she goes to kiss Selje for the first time in years. 

Elv is watching them from the rearview mirror, smiling as the two lovers remember each other after years of being brainwashed into forgetting the love they share. When she first saw Selje in Bregne’s arms when they woke up, the memories of their relationship had come flooding back along with the many times Eik had erased them. 

“I take it they’re together,” Bucky says, breaking her stare at the mirror. 

“Yeah, they’ve been together for 70 years now, give or take.”

“Wait, how old are you?” 

“I think 100 but I can't really remember the exact year I was born. We’re all about 100 or at least that’s what I assume.” 

He hums as they approach where the quinjet is hidden, “Get ready.” 

“What?” She says while he slams on the breaks and drifts up to the jet, throwing her into the dashboard and then into the door. 

They all tumble out of the car and make a break for the jet that has unveiled itself. It greets them as they take their seats, Bucky once again in the pilot’s with Elv at his side. 

“Why hasn’t anything happened yet?” Selje questions as she buckles in and takes her girlfriend’s hand. 

“I don’t know and I’m not waiting around to find out either,” he declares, tossing a headset to the woman to his right and pressing the final few buttons before the quinjet starts to move away from the compound. 

Putting on her headset as she had hours earlier,“You don’t think…” 

She’s stopped mid sentence by an explosion and debris flying through the air as the quinjet barely makes it off the island. Watching in horror, the compound crumbles into the sinkhole created by the explosion and the forest around ignites into flames. 

“We have to go back, Bucky,” snapping her head to look at him, she pleads with him, “Please we have to go back for survivors.” 

“There won’t be any.” 

“You don’t know that.” 

“Y/N stop. There are no survivors.” 

The sound of her real name has the color draining from her face even more than before. No one has said that name aside from the quinjet, in years. It sounds foreign to her ears but coming from him, it stirs a host of emotions she hasn’t felt before. Love or anything akin to it are not feelings Voktere are allowed to feel and there’s nothing from her past to compare it to. She’s lost in the grand scheme of normalcy and with just having watched her entire life explode in front of her, the only thing she has to cling to so she doesn’t spiral is Bucky. 

She sinks into her seat and takes off her headset so she can be alone with her thoughts as they fly away the burning island. The Voktere were gone. Elv is gone. It’s all gone. She’s finally free. 

Kahani and Hanna, better known as Selje and Bregne, had spent the entire journey back to Louisiana retelling stories of their relationship over the years. Many earned laughter from the pilot and passenger while others warranted sorrowful looks. Even though Eik had done what she could to keep them apart, they had always found each other in the end. The only one not sharing her new found memories is Elv. She hardly spoke, maybe saying a handful of words despite her erratic vital signs. Her heart rate would spike every so often and her breathing would become irregular but she never said a word about what caused it. Bucky wanted more than anything to ask her what was going on, however the distant look across her face made him think twice. Regaining control and autonomy of one’s body is not as simple as shaking off a bad mood; it’s years of therapy and rewiring one's way of thinking. Being only months ahead of her in his own journey, he knows the thin ice she walks across to rediscover herself. 

It’s not until they land back in Louisiana at the same private airstrip they left on, that she even looks at him again. The usual stoic facade had faded away into a face contorted in pain and not the type of pain that can be alleviated by modern medicine. Sam is waiting for them when they come off the jet and he hugs Bucky while giving the women all side eyes, “You really had to bring them back with you?” 

“Yeah I figured you wanted a rematch after those two took you down,” he jests, pointing back at Hanna and Kahani. 

“Ha ha, that’s real funny,” Sam grumbles, “Did you get that one to finally talk to you?” 

Bucky turns to look at Elv, “It’s a long story. I’ll tell you when you buy me dinner.” 

“Oh I’m buying?” 

“That’s what I said.” 

About a month had passed since they watched the Voktere completely collapse. Hanna and Kahani had stayed with Sam and his sister for the first couple of weeks before moving to New Orleans to start a new life. Now they had the chance to actually live out the dreams they told in secret and held onto when everything else was stripped away from them. 

Elv had started to open up but not much and only really around Sarah or her sons. The comfort of being around another woman after being surrounded by them allowed her to slowly reveal parts of her past. She would casually mention her parents when Sarah talked about hers or she’d crack a joke about being a super soldier. It was never enough to incite further conversation but all the same, Bucky collected the small details to talk about later.

 The boys, on the other hand, gave her something to look forward to even if it was learning about video games. When she blindly pushed the controller’s buttons as the boys explained how to play the game, she’d laugh and smile genuinely. That sound was music to his ears as his had been to hers the day she met/attacked him. He could tell himself the reason he was drawn to her was because she had a similar story to his but deep down he knew it was something else. 

One night after a particularly rowdy night of Mario Kart, she’s cleaning up the living room when he decides to talk to her. Sure they’ve talked and exchanged small talk but tonight he’d finally worked up the courage to actually have a conversation with her. From the kitchen doorway, he clears his throat to get her attention without startling her too much. 

She looks up from the blanket she’s folding, “Oh hi.” 

“Hey Doll,” he doesn’t move from the door just yet, waiting for her to invite him in. 

“Can I help you with something?” 

“Uh,” he rubs the back of his neck with his left hand, “I wanted to check on you and see how you’re doing.” 

“I’m doing alright I guess,” she says as she sits on the couch next to the blankets she’s folded, “It’s all still a lot. Some days it's crippling and other days it’s fine. How about you?” 

“Me?”

“Who else would I be talking to? Also come sit down, it’s unnerving when you just stand and stare.” 

He lets out a hearty laugh, sitting in the loveseat by the couch so he can still see her, “Old habit I guess.” 

“No I don’t think that’s a Winter Solider thing, that’s a Bucky thing in the same way your side eye is.”

“And how would you know?” 

Shrugging her shoulders slightly, “It feels too personal to be a learned behavior. I learned to be silent and observe because of my training, you do it because it comes naturally to you. That and you’re an asshole who enjoys intimidating people.” 

“Wow that hurts coming from you,” he blows out air, readjusting how he sits in the chair. 

Her eyes narrow at his statement, “What does that mean?” 

He stumbles over his words slightly, “I just meant… well you know.” 

“No I don’t know. That’s why I asked; why does it hurt coming from me?” 

His metal hand subconsciously tightens into a fist and releases before doing it again as he searches her face for any emotion. This is not how he expected this conversation to go in the slightest. 

“Fine if you’re not going to talk then I’m going to bed. Good night,” she announces before standing up. His hand juts out and catches her arm as she walks past and keeps her in place. 

“Stay, I’ll talk, I promise,” he tells her, softly tugging her to come sit beside him. With her back against the arm of the loveseat, one knee is pulled to her chest and the other is barely touching his as he turns towards her. His hand had dropped back into his lap when she sat down but her fingers itched to hold it. 

“I don’t really know how to say this. It’s been 80 years since…” the words get stuck in his chest. 

“I have something to confess.” 

It takes everything in him to not lose his breath and courage. That statement never means anything good and it arouses the sort of anxiety in him that threatens to incite an anxiety attack. 

“I spoke to Kahani today and she made me realize some things. I’ve been struggling with my emotions so much lately and there’s some I just can’t explain. I don’t think I’ve ever felt them before you and it’s been absolutely chaos trying to figure them out. At some point, you think you know everything about yourself until someone comes along and turns your world upside down. There’s something about you that confuses me and makes me feel… strange I guess. I felt it the first time that day on the dock when I heard you laugh and play with those kids. Anytime you smile, laugh, say my name, or talk to me, I get nervous and feel like I’m full of butterflies. When I told Kahani, she wouldn’t stop laughing at me because what I feel for you should be so obvious. That's what she said at least but it’s only now that I’m seeing that I have to tell you before it’s too late.” 

“Too late? What are you talking about?” 

“You just said you didn’t know how to say this and started talking about how it’s been 80 years since you rejected someone,” she states it so plainly that he can’t help the scoff that escapes. 

“I’m not rejecting you and that’s not what I said. What I was trying to say is that it’s been 80 years since I’ve tried talking to someone I’m interested in,” he slings his arm over the back of the love seat, his hand landing next to her shoulder as his fingers reach out to touch her. 

She leans into his touch so he can trace lines on her shoulder, “Hold up, you're interested in me too?” 

“Answer my question first; what were you talking about before?” 

“That was my very bad attempt at confessing my feelings for you.” 

The smile she’s been dreaming of spreads across his face and the hand on her shoulder drifts up to her neck. They’re staring at each others’ lips, trying not to give in first but she can’t take it anymore and leans forward to capture his lips. The first kiss is small and gentle. She pulls away for an instant but the hand on her neck brings her back into a feverish kiss. 

They devour each other as their lips slide against each other. When his lips move over hers, his hands go to cradle her head, holding her in place as he furrows his brows in passion. He tastes like the coffee he’s been drinking all day with a hint of mint from his toothpaste. There’s so much they’re trying to convey in this kiss that their brains won’t let them say just yet. Their hearts however are in control at this moment, allowing them to confess their feelings through actions as they give themself to the other. 

Bucky breaks away first, resting his forehead against hers while they catch their breath. 

“Would you like to go to dinner with me?” 

Dragging him back by his collar, she licks her lips and whispers back, “I would love to.” 

[spinachandhoney]

The main EFW four are finished :D

Though Portal doesn’t show up until about halfway through the first book, he’s still just as important as the other three seeing as he’s the entire reason for the story in the first place.

I’m excited to draw Portal and Bregne’s prequel designs, but all four sequel designs are gonna be a pain in the ass

Also here’s the sequel trio for fun

I’m currently working on Elg and Pachka, so one of those will be done at some point

[diddeoglaurapaatur]

Kota Bharu

Kota Bharu ligger oppe nordøst på i Malaysia. Stort set grænsen til Thailand. Her var vi i indlogeret i 3t privat, dog med eget hus at bo i. Vi var der d. 5-8. februar.

Det var en træhytte i klassisk malaysisk stil, som familien havde bygget for en 10 år siden. Hele hjemmet bestod af flere bygninger i klassisk træhytte stil og på pæle.

De havde gjort stedet til et frokost sted, hvor man fik klassiske malaysiske retter og kunne nyde det i gammel malaysisk stil. Dvs man spiste med fingrene, og kunne evt sidde ved et bord, hvor man sad på gulvet - dog var de fleste borde almindelige borde-stole sæt.

Det var et helt madeventyr at være der, og vi fik morgenmad og sen froksot/aftensmad.

Morgenmad var noget forskelligt de tre morgener, vi havde der. Frokosten/aftensmaden bestod af flere retter, man spiste med ris.

Der var en kokos-karry ret med snegle. Ja, snegle i sneglehuse, som vi spiste. Sneglene mindede mest af alt om muslinger i konsistensen, men det var en lidt underlig tanke at spise snegle. Der var en tomatsovs med et par kæmpe rejer. Vi fik en hel fisk, som var stegt, og til den var der forskellige salatblade - bl.a. en bregne, som var spiselig. Der var også en ansjossovs med lime. Vi fik et par stegte, panerede kyllingelår. En stegt omelet-agtig ting med, tror det var, forårsløj. Til dessert var der stegte bananer (dem spiste vi mange af, flere end på billedet).

Vi var ikke ude at lave det store, for meget af tiden gik med planlægning.

Der var dog en lettere ubehagelig oplevelser for Laura, hvor hun tog en taxa tilbage til overnatningssteder. Chaufføren stillede nogle private spørgsmål om min alder, familie, kæreste osv. Han skulle også dreje fra på et tidspunkt, men gjorde det ikke. Han tog mig (Laura) tilbage, og der skete intet, men jeg skrev da til Didde og aftalte at ringe, hvis det var mere ubehageligt, og jeg følte mig utryg.

Vi var også på et lokalt marked, hvor vi fik en del blikke, kommentarer og følte os lidt utilpas, så vi gik væk.

Udover disse to oplevelser (begge i samme by og samme dag) har det været helt fint at rejse rundt. Generelt er folk søde og hjælpsomme.

Kota Bharu og området omkring (Kelantan) er generelt ikke det mest turistet, og det er også et af de områder, hvor de er mest "konservative". Det er dog ikke helt det rigtige ord, for det er mest, fordi der bor aller flest muslimer, og der går kvinderne meget tildækket og kom det oven i det faktum, at der ikke er vildt mange turister, og Didde og jeg er blege og blonde, så kan man få nogle blikke.

Specielt på vestkysten i Malaysia er der en del mennesker med enten indisk eller kinesisk afstamning, så de er mere afslappet hvad angår påklædning.

Efter Kota Bharu besluttede vi at tage til en bounty-ø i nærheden og bare slappe af ved havet og stranden i nogle dage.

- Didde og Laura

5/3-2023

[feydesigns]

Forslag til logo

Her er min arbeidsprosess for logoen. Jeg er ikke spesielt kjent med vektorillustrasjon, men jeg prødve å lage noen former som gir assosiasjoner til en bregne som er rullet sammen. Jeg prøvde å implementere det i ulike bokstaver. Vi kan trygt si det ikke gikk så bra, men jeg ønsker å utforske idéen der bregnen er også f-en.

Jeg gikk deretter over til å eksprimentere med bokstavene. Jeg kom ikke så langt, men syntes det var litt kult å forlenge f-en og bruke kapiteler for n-ene. I det store bildet ser du hva som ble tatt videre til veiledning.

V

[musicarenagh]

Bregn Drops Groundbreaking Single - You And Me

Bregn Drops Groundbreaking Single – You And Me

Jonas Mikkelsen at the age of 14 was already writing and recording music, over the years he has been able to gather much experience and this is evident in each record he produces. Although Bregn started writing music at an early stage of his life it was in 2018, that he rebranded and started a fresh page under moniker Bregn . YOU AND ME, his most recent shoegaze-tinged folk achievement, is a…

[ifelten]

Nye bregneblade

New fern leaves

[skuggabaldurinn]

Wild kånken 🍃🌿

[hverdagsfoto]

Green

29 Juni 2017

[cineheroes]

Solaris by Bein Bregne

[comparativetarot]

The Lovers. Art by Bein Bregne, from the Suprematismic Tarot.

[gaysindistress]

Soldat - two

summary: After finally settling down in Louisiana with Sam, Bucky thinks he’s finally free. Unbeknownst to him, there’s an organization who’s mission is take out all enhanced individuals and he’s their next target

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (code name is Elv)

warnings: cursing, Bucky’s smartass, angst, guns, violence,

word count: 3.2k

Part 1 | master list

translations: they all come from google so if they’re wrong, please let me know!

Hvilen kommer når ondskapen er borte: Rest will come when evil is gone

dejevler: devils

Jeg snakker ikke med djevler. - I don’t speak with devils.

forbedret - enchanced

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest

“She really said that?” Selje mumbles under her breath as she heaves up the enclosed metal ladder. 

“Yes! She’s going to try and take over so we need to make our move before the third day,” Bregne whisper yells as she climbs behind her. Elv is the last one up the ladder, not having said anything just yet. 

“What about,” Selje stops short to shove the hatch to the roof open, “tonight?” 

“Tonight? It’s too soon.” 

The women climb out of the ladder and onto the roof across from the dock that the target is said to frequent. 

“Is it though? Fjell is out scouting the house. We’re here exactly when the target is said to be here. It’s the perfect time,” Elv states as she takes out a pair of binoculars to survey the dock, searching for a specific boat. 

Selje looks over at Bregne with expecting eyes, “She makes a good point. We have the equipment to do it now.”

Tucking a strand of white hair behind her ear, she takes a few moments to think about their suggestion as they all begin their assessment. Elv spots the boat quickly, pointing the others into its direction. A tall, dark man, one they recognize as Sam Wilson, is onboard working and talking to an unseen person. 

“Wilson is here. The target should be here ,” she points out as she keeps searching for the flash of metal. 

“No, we can't do it now. We’re too exposed.” 

“I have eyes,” Elv says, her teammates immediately finding the target as well, “Now would be the best time. It would be a surprise and no one knows we’re here.” 

“We’re too exposed. No.” 

Elv rolls her eyes as she kneels down to pull out the file Kommandør Eik gave them. She flips it open to the picture of the target to compare to the man they spotted. She holds it up for the others, “Not an exact match but I think it’s him.” 

Selje’s thin tanned fingers pluck the photo away to examine it better. The wind whips the curled end of her braid down her back as she and Bregne debate if it is in fact a match. Reaching an agreement she hands the photo back and pulls the pistol from her side. 

“All I’m saying is that I could take the shot now.” 

“Elv will take the shot.” 

The mentioned woman turns slightly in her knee, rocks crunching as she does so, “We’re too far. We need to get closer and if you are thinking about doing it now, we need to have the target secluded. I saw children, it’s too risky.” 

“Damn it, fine. We get closer but if anyone gets an uneasy feeling, it’s off. We get out, understood?” 

Elv and Selje nod as they put their packs on again and head to the hatch. 

As they reach the bottom of the ladder, Bregne offers a few words of wisdom, “we split up but don’t lose sight of each other. Put in your ear pieces.” 

Doing as they’re told, the trio retrieve their ear pieces and place them. Bregne takes a sharp breath and gives a curt nod to the women before setting out. Selje takes Elv’s hand and gives it a tight squeeze as she heads off in a different direction. The last woman closes her eyes as the warm Louisiana sun hits her face. The sun is never this warm or inviting at the Voktere compound. Granted it’s in a cold country but there’s something different to this sun. She wishes that she could bask in the light for ages but Selje’s voice in her ear breaks her trance. 

“Target is on the move. Leaving the boat with Wilson.” 

Opening her eyes, she finds the two men a few yards away from her laughing together as they step off the boat. She can hear the deep resonating sound of his laugh of the noise of the dock. It stirs something in her but she ignores it as she steps back into the shadows of the warehouse. 

“Bregne, block off their path to the right. Selje, herd them back to the warehouse. It’s our best option,” Elv orders the women as she drops her pack and checks herself for weapons; two pistols with silencers at her side, knives in her boots and waistband, and brass knuckles in her pocket. 

They confirm her orders, giving her updates as the two men get closer and closer to her. 

“Incoming. Five seconds until they’re passing you.” 

She draws one gun and tucks against the wall as she hears the men’s voices growing louder and louder. 

“I don’t know man, I think the kids are starting to like me better.” 

“No no that’s not fair! You’re a walking jungle gym with your arm!” 

“Selje push.” 

A sudden collision disrupts the conversation as the two men stumble into the warehouse with Selje pretending to apologize for falling into them. 

“Hey it’s okay,” the target flashes a stunning smile at her. 

Sam smiles as well, asking if she is okay. Selje shoots a look over their shoulders to Elv as she assures them she’s fine. Elv levels her gun at him as she steps out of the shadows and Bregne quickly whips into the door and shuts it. 

The men share a confused look seeing the two before them. 

“Uh Buck do you know these women?” 

“No, you?”

“Nope.” 

“Hvilen kommer når ondskapen er borte,” Elv states as she pulls the trigger. In a flash of metal and sunlight, Bucky stops the bullet from hitting Sam and rips the gun from her hand. The other two launch themselves at Sam who is quick to defend himself. 

Elv reaches to grab her second gun however Bucky grabs her arm, twisting it to a painful angle and drops her to her knees. She yanks the blades in her waistband out and slashes his tigh. He releases an angry yell and drops her arm, allowing her to scramble to her feet and successfully grab her gun. When he looks back up, it’s leveled with his face even though Elv is heaving from the frustration of being bested so quickly. Sam, on the other hand, has managed to knock Bregne to the ground and is attempting to do the same to Selje. 

“Who are you?” His steel blue eyes are harsh as they stare into her, the hatred she feels for him matched in his eyes. 

“You are a djevler, an abomination,” she spits at him. 

“Bucky I need your help here,” Sam yells out as he lands a particularly hard blow to Selje, sending her to the ground. Her soft cry causes a moment's distraction in Elv and Bucky takes the opportunity to break off the silencer, rendering the weapon useless.

“I’m a little busy here,” he grunts as he shoves her back. Stumbling back, she removes the other knives and runs at him. He kicks her squarely in the chest, sending her flying back again. Satisfied that she’s down for at least a few seconds, he turns and yanks Selje back from Sam. His metal arm whirls as he throws her to the ground, hand over her throat as he kneels on her chest to keep her pinned. 

“Who are you?” he asks again as she struggles under him, fingers clawing and legs kicking. 

“Djevel,” she hisses as he presses harder. 

“I don’t know what that means. Just tell me who you are?” 

Bregne tries to tackle him off of Selje but Sam has her on the ground in the same position. 

“Fjell,” she gasps out to Elv who is trying to recover her breathing a few hundred feet away, “Call Fjell.” 

Coughing, she clicks on the ear piece to send a signal out to the secondary team. 

“Hold up, who the hell are you guys?” Bucky  yells out again, hoping someone will tell him what’s going on. 

His only response is Selje spitting at him which earns her a punch hard enough to knock her out. Her struggling stills and he gets off of her to move into Elv as she crawls backwards to get away. 

As he stalks towards her, she can see Sam knock out Bregne and walk towards her as well. Her weapons are scattered across the room, none within reach which is somber thought for the Voktere woman as the men corner her. 

Bucky leans down to grab her by the foot and yanks her towards him. 

“I’m going to ask only one time; who are you and who is Fjell?” 

“More are coming,” she mutters, feeling the metal hand tighten its grip on her ankle and nearly crushes it. 

“How many?” 

“Five.” 

“Get up,” he orders as he lets go of her ankle and stands. 

When she doesn’t move, he roughly grabs her arm and hauls her up. She braces herself for a hit when he moves his hand up to her face but it never comes and instead feels him pull her earpiece out to crush it. 

“You’re taking her?” Sam questions as they walk out of the warehouse. 

“Yeah I would like to know why people are trying to kill us.” 

Sam looks over Elv and takes in her dirty state, clothes covered in dirt and braid coming undone. He notices the tattoo that is peaking out from under her sleeve and makes a note to ask about that when they’re in a safer place. 

Until then the men focus on getting the hell out before the other five show up. 

Elv isn't quite sure where she is. It doesn’t look like any of the properties in the file and she was blindfolded for the drive. What she does know is that she’s tied to a chair with the two men who kidnapped her standing in front of her, talking to each other. 

“They kept saying Djevel, do you know what that means?” Sam asks Bucky. 

“No but I’m guessing it’s not a good thing,” Bucky sees her shift in her chair out of the corner of his eye and turns to face her, “What does Djevel mean?” 

“Devil,” she spits out again as she struggles against her restraints. 

“What language?” 

She stops for a second, “Jeg snakker ikke med djevler.” 

I don’t speak with devils. 

“That's helpful,” Sam scoffs from beside Bucky. 

“You ask her.” 

“Me?” 

“No, I was talking to the other person here. Of course I’m talking to you. Ask her.” 

Sam side eyes Bucky for his comment, “What language?” 

Her eyes shift between the two men, “Untie me and I’ll let you.” 

“You’re funny. No, I'm not doing that. Tell me what language you’re speaking and what you said when you attacked us.” 

“Untie me and I’ll tell you,” she repeats, starting hard and only at Sam. 

“Answer my questions first and I’ll think about it.” 

She leans back into her chair, attempting to appear unbothered and comfortable. The Vokete are to never speak to their targets or reveal any information about themselves and she’s already broken the speaking rule so she’s resorted to the silent treatment until she can figure out a better plan. Her earpiece is gone so there's no way for her team of Fjell’s to track her. The only weapons she has now are the ones tucked into her boots but with her arms tied to the chair, she can’t exactly reach them. The strange stir from earlier makes an appearance again as she looks over Bucky. She’s given the chance to take in every detail she can without it causing a distraction, easily passed off as her sizing him up. She notices the way he holds himself, strong and soldier-like, and how he’s always on alert. His body is tense and ready to act any movement unlike how he was on the dock earlier. Before his laugh took over his body, relaxing any stress he might have felt. He was at ease and happy even before but now his eyes are dark, blue irises storming with the anger and frustration he feels towards her. Now she can see the stubble that had grown during his freedom and how he wears a cropped haircut, not long enough to be the Winter Soldier again but Bucky through and through. Having seen a picture of him from every possible decade, he is considerably more handsome now, freedom and happiness doing wonders for him. A piece of her deep down hurts to know that she caused another human such strife and anguish but the Voktere in her drowns that thought as quickly as it arose. 

“Who is Fjell?” Sam asks, breaking her staring trance. 

“No answers until I’m free.” 

“We’re not going to get anywhere with her. Let’s go,” Bucky says, hand on Sam’s bicep to guide him out of the room. Her eyes widen at the suggestion and she struggles again at the idea that they’re going to just leave her there. They see her struggling but don’t mention it as they start out of the room. They make it out of the door and shut it before she lets out a defeated sigh. 

Sam pops his head back in the door, “ready to talk?” 

“Only to you. I won’t speak to the dejevel.” 

Nodding he steps back and Bucky leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his t-shirt clad chest. The leather of his jacket stretches over his arms, accentuating the muscles that lay below. 

“Who is Fjell?” 

“She’s the captain of the second team, five of them as I said earlier.” 

“Who are you?” 

“Me or us?” 

“What? Who are you and who were the girls before?” 

“I can’t tell you my name or theirs.” 

“Why not?” He rolls his eyes as he crosses his arms to match Bucky’s stance. 

“We’re not allowed to.” 

“Okay then what organization are you a part of?” 

“I can’t tell you that either.” 

“Then what can you tell me?” 

She shakes her head to throw the hair that’s come loose from her braid, “We were sent on a mission to terminate the Winter Soldier. The second team will have found the others by now so if you want to survive, I suggest you let me go and run.” 

“Who sent you?” Bucky’s impatience got the best of him as he spoke up from behind Sam. 

“Jeg snakker ikke med djevler,” she repeats. 

I will not speak with devils.

“Who sent you?” Sam is the one to pose the question. 

“I don’t know. It was anonymous.” 

“So you’re telling us that you’re a part of some organization that was hired to kill the Winter Soldier but you don’t know who it was, can’t say anything about your organization, and you all speak some uncommon language. Let me know if I missed anything.”

“Like I said, the other team will be on their way here so if you,” she narrows her eyes at Sam, “want to survive, you need to leave. There is no hope for the dejevel.”

Sam rotates ever so slightly to look at the other man, “What if I told you he isn’t the winter soldier anymore?”

Wrinkling her nose at the mention of the Winter Soldier, she considers the idea for a moment, “It wouldn’t matter. Our intel says he is forbedret so the directive is still the same; termination.”

“What does that mean,” Sam takes a second to try and recreate the word she just said, stumbling over it as he does so, “forbedret?”

“Enhanced.”

“What does your intel say about me?” Bucky’s voice is smaller than before, almost as if it’s unsteady and if he spoke any louder, it would break. 

“It contains many things; your service with the 107th Infantry Regiment, Hydra, the Winter Soldier. The only important thing that it says is that you are forbedret and djevler are not safe for this world,” she utters with loathing and malice from her position in the chair, “Mr. Wilson I suggest you leave. Time is not on your side and while our mission does not allow for the killing of humans, we will if they get in the way.”

The words slice deep into Bucky, sending him mentally to the ground at the idea that there are people who want him dead because of the serum that he didn’t even want. All of his years working to reverse the damage that he felt he caused during his time as the Winter Soldier means nothing to this woman or the people she works for. No matter how hard he works to relieve himself of that burden, there will be people sent after him. No matter how free he thinks he is, he will never truly be free. 

Sam is saying his name over and over again and he has to shake his head to come back to reality, “What’s the plan? I don’t think we should leave her but we can’t take her.”

Pushing off of the frame, his boots make loud stomps as he strides towards the woman. He drops his hands on top of her bound wrists to lean towards her, forcing her to be flush with the chair. There is no escaping his dispassionate gaze as he’s merely inches from her now. 

“I broke your tracker back in the warehouse,” he tells her, “They would’ve been here by now if they were coming.”

The physical disgust is written across her face as he invades her space, “I have more than one tracker.”

“No you don’t. If you think you know me so well, you’d know I can tell when you’re lying. I can hear your heartbeat and your breathing pattern.”

She doesn’t say a word, eyes fleeting darting down to his plump lips and then back up to his eyes. The action isn’t lost on him, creating a smirk as he maintains the close distance between them. 

“Where are your other weapons?”

“My boots.”

He kneels down in front of her, taking a knife out of her boot to slice the ropes around her ankles and removing the remaining knives. Tossing them aside, he goes to cut the ropes around her wrist, pausing before he does it to say, “When I cut you loose, I better not feel a knife against my throat.”

Mumbling ‘no promises’ under her breath, she gingerly brings her hands up to her chest after he cuts the ropes but doesn't move from his position on the ground in front of her. She rubs the raw skin of her wrist, slightly pushing the fabric of her sleeve up to reveal the tattoo Sam had spotted earlier. The bottom of the famed two wolves peaks from under her sleeve and his eyes zero on it. The metal hand grips her wrist and tugs it forward as the flesh hand pulls up her sleeve to show the full tattoo: the heads of two wolves facing away from each other with the sun and moon in their mouths. 

“You’re Voktere,” he states as he leers at the tattoo. 

Elv tries to yank her arm from his grip but the metal hand is far stronger than she is. 

“How do you know who we are?”

“You’re not the first team sent after me,” he says as he drops her arm and stands, “but you will be the last. Up. We’re going to your compound.”

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Portal and Peryline from Throne of Shadows

I recently decided that I wanted Portal to have some sort of strange and elusive lover because why not, and since he's a pirate I thought "hey, why not a sea nymph?" So I came up with Peryline. Portal, at the time that he met Peryline, was nineteen, and then later twenty when he met her again and discovered he was the father of an elf-nymph hybrid son.

Bregne, being Portal's first mate, wasn't very happy to be stuck on babysitting duty whenever Portal had important captain things to do.

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BREGN on "Summertime": "I wish the sunshine could fill you with the energy required to change a bad situation for the better"

BREGN is back with “Summertime” and tells you to embrace the random uncontrollable situations in life as you break free for the better.

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Ferno

Det har vært en lang prosess, men etter flere ark med forsøk på å lage et nytt navn for MoreScope har vi kommet frem til et navn som kanskje kan funke. Det startet som Fernno, men etter veiledningen 26.04.21 fant vi ut at å ta bort dobbelt n-en kan være en lur idé da dette kan skape forvirring i uttalelse. Det er en kombinasjon av "fern", det engelske ordet for bregne, og "innovation".

Navnet ligger i en liknende kategori som watershed som inspireres av naturen. Ferno kan også gi assosiasjoner til inferno, som igjen kan tolkes som energi og lidenskap, samt assosieres med klima og global oppvarming. Stikkordene er ung og agil.

Vi ser at navnet ikke er perfekt da noen kan tolke det negativt og som litt for volsomt, men vi håper at fargebruken og logoen kan gjøre opp for dette.

V

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Review: BREGN whimsically explores summertime sadness and personal resilience within his new dreamy vintage sounding single ‘Summertime’

Since BREGN’s first release in 2020, this singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist has garnered a surprising amount of attention whilst solely creating DIY lo-fi, soulfully rendered alt-indie-folk music. With his love for dreamy, vintage tones shining through every new single, there’s an evident influence from artists like The Beatles, The Beach Boys and The Velvet Underground, yet that’s not to say that BREGN’s work doesn’t still stand out as whimsically individual. With compassion and positivity as a muse, BREGN continues to take the music industry by storm with his catchy atmospheric releases and blinding reverie, with latest single ‘Summertime’ offering up a little something new.

Somber and soft in its delicate tones and instrumentals, ‘Summertime’ vastly contrasts its warm title to create a listening experience intertwined with melancholic blues and fleeting sadness. Leading with acoustic guitar, the intimately picked riff that follows through the entirety of this three minute heartache leaves every note ringing out for a raw sense of longing in every note. Paired with an array of vintage sounds such as tape saturation and analogue gear used to build up the soundscapes eclectic tones, ‘Summertime’ is soaked within a natural bed of nostalgia, guiding the listener through a journey that somehow transports you through your own mind and experiences too. BREGN’s vocals add just another layer of heartfelt depth to the already poignant experience set up in ‘Summertime’, with a raspy undertone to his softened singing that captures every essence of aching buried within, it’s unavoidable to find yourself yearning deeply for the love that BREGN sings of. With all these elements coinciding together to create an atmosphere so unbearably real in ‘Summertime’, BREGN has beautifully created a transformative piece spewing both a cathartic type of sorrow and a whimsical urge to allow yourself to feel the pain, before letting it go.

Paired with its heart-wrenching listening journey, ‘Summertime’ withholds a narrative that’s both painful and rather uplifting to hear, too. Dedicated to those dealing with summertime sadness, BREGN writes about asking for love despite all the pain you’re undergoing, urging listeners to look within themselves for the bravery to still look for love even when all their walls are up once again. Completely contrasting with what you’d expect from a song titled ‘Summertime’, the track both coincides and works against the notion that the summertime should be filled with laughter and fun, instead declaring that it’s okay to weep out your troubles and still allow yourself to be open to something once more. Using much of the summertime imagery to describe his lost summertime lover, BREGN beautifully sets the scene whilst managing to explore how such a warm and colourful season can be made to feel so bleak when becoming a constant reminder of someone he’s forced to let go of, ‘Just love your yellow velvet purple sky, your cotton clouds won’t drag me around this time.’ Showing an evolution as the track progresses, the lyricism takes a turn towards the growth of letting go and finding the strength to fall in love once more, ‘Feeling trapped in blue, love you anyway’ that really speaks volumes after listening along to this journey of heartbreak. Leaving you with an emotional resonance as you see those summertime blue skies in another light, ‘Summertime’ refreshingly takes you on a journey both in sound and mind that we rarely find to be so hard-hitting as BREGN has formulated within this one-of-a-kind release.

If ‘Summertime’ sounds like the woeful experience you’ve been yearning for, you can give it a listen for yourself here and support this talented upcoming artist who deserves to be recognised for his incredible talents!

Written by: Tatiana Whybrow

Photo Credits: Jonas Mikkelsen