#Himinn

[jacecaelum]

a quick (took me three weeks) profile of my beloved beloved himinn. him and jace make me feel like the world is an okay place to be in after it’s been trying me (intensely after new years). i really just wanna kiss him face

[renegade-hierophant]

ᛆᚱ ᚢᛆᚱ ᛆᛚᛑᛆ ᚦᛆᚱ ᛂᚱ ᚤᛘᛁᚱ ᛒᚤᚵᚧᛁ ᚮᚱ ᚤᛘᛁᛋ ᚼᚮᛚᛑᛁ ᚢᛆᚱ ᛁᚰᚱᚧ ᚢᛘ ᛋᚴᚰᛔᚢᚧ ᛂᚿ ᚮᚱ ᛋᚢᛅᛁᛐᛆ ᛋᛅᚱ ᛒᛁᚰᚱᚵ ᚮᚱ ᛒᛅᛁᚿᚢᛘ ᛒᛆᚧᛘᚱ ᚮᚱ ᚼᛆᚱᛁ ᛂᚿ ᚮᚱ ᚼᚰᚢᛋᛁ ᚼᛁᛘᛁᚿᚿ

Ár var alda, þar er Ymir bygði; ór Ymis holdi var jǫrð um skǫpuð, en ór sveita sær, bjǫrg ór beinum, baðmr ór hári, en ór hausi himinn.

The age was old when Ymir (Twin) lived; from Ymir’s flesh the earth was formed, and from his sweat (i.e. blood) the sea, boulders from his bones, trees from his hair, and from his skull the sky.

First two lines are from Vǫluspá 3, the rest is from Grímnismál 40

(sang by Gealdýr)

[yvanspijk]

The word heaven has the same meanings as German Himmel, Dutch hemel, Icelandic himinn, and Gothic himins, but these words have major differences: -ven vs. -mel vs. -min-. Yet it is likely that they stem from one Proto-Germanic word, which split into three dialectal forms. Here's how, according to Kroonen (2013).

[skybrightpixie]

we will settle this together

[chantsdemarins]

⭐️The Mischief of a Familiar Legend (Loki X Female Reader) ⭐️

Okay, this story just happened! So I am late posting updates to everything else because this solstice tale seemed to take over! It might be truly terrible! I’m sorry!!

It features Jötun Loki!

A lot of mischief and chaos, things Loki specializes in…

Summary: A winter solstice celebration on Asgard is crashed by a returning Loki, and you are faced with an ensuing identity crisis of epic proportions.

Smut Scale: Minors do not read! 18+ Old horny folks have at it! 🔥🔥🔥

Tags for people who might be interested?? (Please forgive if you aren’t!!)

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The gilded participants of the royal winter solstice court collectively held their breath as the thick wooden door swung open, blowing in the longest night of the year-and a face no one had seen in a very long time.

Prince Loki stood in the doorway.

His tall form-foreboding. Freshly fallen snow lay in the gray fur trim of his coat and eyelashes, which covered his muted vermillion eyes.

His skin was not the pallor moon color of the other Asgardian partygoers. Or anything like what you might have assumed it to be. The words “Blár himinn” escaped your mouth in a haunted whisper. You’d been studying Old Norse, and it was the first thing that came to mind as you tried to take him in.

He was one of the most exciting beings you’d ever seen in your entire life. You were so thoroughly shocked, much like the rest of the attendees. You scanned the room, waiting for someone from the royal family to speak up as you clutched your wine glass, still almost full to the rim.

Then a deep voice edged with emotion came from the back of the large banquet hall.

“Loki.”

He brushed a few errant snowflakes from himself that had yet to melt. He cleared his throat. Perhaps he had not spoken in a while, you puzzled.

“Father,” was his simple reply.

Somehow the palace became even quieter with the two words spoken by father and son. They seemed to absorb all the ambient noise further. Even the logs on the fire ceased to crackle. Frigga was the next to speak, but she had made her way towards Loki, leaving Odin standing near the silent roaring fire.

“My son,” she collapsed her arms around him, holding him tightly. She looked tiny, her crown diminutive.

“Queen Frigga, let’s not pretend with pleasantries. You know very well I am not your son.”

“Loki, you will always be my son. I am so glad you are still alive. I am so thankful you survived whatever recent toils you have encumbered.”

“I am not sure I did, mother.”

“I am not the man you last saw.”

“I see that, Loki,” Frigga said, scanning her son’s appearance. She had never seen him in his fully Jötun form. He was remarkable and frightening all at once.

“Do you prefer to be Jötun now, son?” Frigga’s words slowly escaped from her mouth as she touched his hair.

Loki scoffed. He could not believe his mother’s gall—her supposition.

“If you believe that is true, then you are a worse fool than I imagined, mother, like every last one of you.”

Loki’s callous tone was consuming.

By now, Thor, Odin, and the rest of the einherjar had gained the confidence to approach the returned prince.

With caution, they encircled him. Unsure if he was hostile, they were ready to take Odin’s orders should Loki be deemed a clear threat.

A thousand different possibilities merged in the minds of his family. Where had Loki been all these years? He had returned briefly when he could break free of the Chitari. The damage he had incurred in New York had been minimized, thankfully. Still, Loki felt deep remorse and embarrassment for being at the mercy of such a demented race of beings who capitalized on his weakness. He left Asgard as soon as possible and would not have returned tonight had he not needed their help.

He had run out of options.

Loki didn’t like the extra attention he was getting now. He didn’t want to stop his family's lavish event on his account. He had hoped for a less dramatic entrance. His timing was off.

“I am not a feral monster. Even though I may look it father, you can call off the einherjar.”

Odin waved his hand.

“Stand down.”

The royal guards nodded briefly and left the hall.  Odin turned to the stunned crowd and addressed them.

“Please keep the music going. My son has been gone for quite a while. We will take a brief leave as a family and shortly return,” he turned to Frigga and Thor and ushered them all to the adjacent serving room.

As Odin’s orders to recommence the party filtered through the crowd, chatter could be slowly heard again, along with the gentle sound of the ceremonial harp and drums sending rhythm into the air.

Thor’s normally steady appearance was dimmed. He looked like he encountered a ghost, judging by his startled expression as they all filtered into the busy room full of servants.

When they closed the door, you lost sight of them but moved closer across the room, hoping to hear something.

You were a mere Midgardian healer, but you were intrigued by the possibility of talking to Loki.

Someone you had wondered about since you were granted a research position in the court. You put your ear to the door as you’d seen on old sitcoms, and just like in a sitcom-the door soon swung open, hitting you in the side.

Loki filed out with his entire family trailing loosely behind him, trying to get him to slow down and listen.

He stopped briefly and looked in your direction as you rubbed your arm.

Laughing, he strutted further into the hall and said, “As the saying goes, you get what you deserve for being nosy."

You raced after Loki and joined the line his family was forming behind him. He stopped at the large food table and grabbed what looked like a croissant filled with brie and figs. He took a large bite and stood chewing while staring at you.

Something about his tone to you supposed a familiarity. It was disorienting.

You interjected and spoke, “Sir, I am sorry for listening in. I just was worried you were going to leave.”

“Now why would that worry you, pet?”

Pet? Again, a familiarity that was flummoxing.

You tried to speak quickly while you had his audience, “because I am here from Midgard, I am what you would know as a healer. I am looking for an element on Asgard that I feel, will help my fellow humans…I want to….”

Loki interrupted you mid-sentence.

“You wouldn’t be the first weakling human seeking the help of the gods, and surely not the last,” Loki sighed and moved on to pour himself a large goblet of wine from a crystal decanter.

You were somewhat taken aback. Perhaps you’d mistaken this god for someone benevolent…

“Weakling? I beg your pardon?” you said, feeling confused. Sure, he was in another form and looked very intimidating, but wasn’t he ultimately supposed to be at the mercy of humans?

Thor stood between you and Loki. Absentmindedly he continued the conversation they were having in the serving room.

“Loki, you can’t just show back up like this! We thought you were dead this time, for real. You must tell us why you have reappeared!”

Loki ignored Thor and returned his gaze to you.

“I think you might have mistaken the god of mischief for what you humans now call Santa Claus. I am not here to give you what is on your ‘wish list,’ especially if it is some ‘cure,’ and I do not care if you’ve been naughty or nice,” Loki laughed to himself.

He continued pointily speaking, “I hope you’ve been naughty. I’d more likely grant you one of your wishes if that were the case.”

“Naughty?” you mumbled nervously under your breath. Was he reading your mind!?

It was true. As you watched him devour food from the buffet table, a stray thought appeared like a singular meteor streaking through the sky. One could miss it if you weren’t incredibly fast.

But he was just that fast.

You had paid too much attention to the tight fit of his long coat. The way his dark hair fell across his shoulders. The lithe blue of his body seemed to be barely contained by the black leather he wore. No. You shouldn’t look at him like that, and you shouldn’t think these things. You had stopped yourself-but. It was enough for him to know. He turned his attention back to Thor, Odin, and his mother, who seemed on the verge of frantic.

He sighed to himself. Loki knew he must explain something soon.

“Fine. If I must explain, I am here because, for every god-forsaken year since the Chitauri intercepted me, I seem unable to keep my Æsir form during the winter solstice,” Loki explained with tinges of pain and relief for having explained himself a little.

As a doctor from Earth, you were now an invested part of this discussion, seeing as no one so far seemed to have the ability to shoo you off. And the fact remained, there was a familiarity. His casual tone with you, your peaked interest in him. The fact you were still standing alongside the royal family when other mortals would have fled.

Your mind raced with possible reasons for Loki's new problem keeping his Æsir form. Why did this problem only occur during the winter solstice? Had this alien race, which you only knew a small amount about, done something to him? Or was this a natural process now happening to him? Would it have happened whether he knew his true origin or not?

Odin spoke first. “You come back to your family for help. I see. This is where you belong.  I am glad you finally see the error in your ways….” Frigga moved closer between her son and king.  She quickly cut him off before he could perhaps anger Loki further.

Changing the subject, she said, “Loki, why don’t we bring you to soul forge and Eir? I wish you would have come sooner than continue to stay away like this,” her face crestfallen.

Loki went on, “Being in my Jötun form was not the only reason I stayed away, mother. Lies, deceit, and general malice inflicted upon me by my family might rise to the top of my reasons.” His smile was icy.  

Your next words were careful, continuing to feel the strange compulsion to stay in this obvious family-only situation.

But your time was quickly evaporating.

“Who is this woman again?” Loki said, stepping so close you could feel his hot breath on your head. His attention was so focused on you. You had trouble blinking your eyes.

Frigga grabbed your arm and spoke to you both, “son, she’s here researching….”

“Yes, yes, she told me. Some boring cure. Well, it seems, pet, we both need some leiðr. Perhaps we have business together after all.” He was smug and even more casual, with possibly more licentious double meaning between his words.  You tried to remain centered. Calm.

“Loki, yes, I think I could perhaps help you if you let me-and maybe yes, perhaps you can help me with what I am looking for,” you said timidly.

Loki continued to keep his ruby eyes on you. “Hmm, you do look rather familiar. Is this your first time on Asgard? Do we possibly know one another?”

You answered him quickly, nervously, tugging at your dress. “This is my first time on Asgard. I understand not many humans come here. There is no way we could know one another, sir.

Loki looked disgusted. “Please stop calling me, sir. Master might be more befitting, but we need to get to know one another just a tad more.”

Your flushed face was impossibly hot. You held your hand against it. You were both intrigued and offended, it was enjoyably distasteful.

Frigga seemed to agree that adding you to the royal entourage of healers was a good idea, even though she was not sure of her son’s true motivation. Surely enough, he did seem to recognize you from somewhere, from some place or time.

The winter solstice festivities continued, but Odin had moved you and Loki to the healer Eir’s compound. Thor had begrudgingly agreed to stay behind, entertain the guests, and receive the various offerings while his brother was being tended to.

Once Loki was situated with the healers he was throughly examined and placed in the soul forge.

You noticed Loki barely fit in while in his Jötun form. His long legs trundled off the bed of the quantum molecular device. He had stripped down to nothing but his black leather pants. The distinctive lacing at the front was very distracting. No belt was required, just a solid arm to pull the laces taut against his stomach.

You were careful to conceal your thoughts in an overarching mental picture of your Hippocratic discernment. He turned his gaze to you once or twice, and you quickly looked away.

“Loki, you can get up now,” Eir said as she held her soft, delicate hands to him. Eir and Frigga had carefully done all they could to try and understand the waning seiðr.

He sat up and ran his hands through his hair which was curling slightly. He then held on to his own body strangely. Was he possibly in pain, you thought to yourself?

Eir and Frigga closed their notebooks and asked the rest of the healing staff to leave. Frigga sat down next to her son.

“Loki, it seems that the stress of being under the mind control of the Chitauri broke our spell in a particular way associated with the calendar cycle of Jötun biology.”

“What does that mean, mother? Am I to continue to go through this year after year?”

“Son, I think so, until….”

Eir sat on the other side of Loki, placing her hand on his shoulder. She had practically raised Loki along with his parents. Having first held him when he was a tiny baby stolen for Jötunheim.

“Come out with it, mother, just tell me plainly,” Loki was perplexed and wondered why the long preamble to any discoveries that had been made.

You already knew what they meant, as likely did Loki. Jötun must have a cyclical reproductive cycle associated with the absence of the sun and the longest night during the winter solstice. They must become most fertile during this time away from the sun. That made sense, given the star, had any power over them at all.

It was just one of many suns that filled the nine realms, you marveled at the significance it could have. Your eyes averted to the still-dark night outside. You imagined there were perhaps a few hours left before dawn.

You walked over to Loki, watching his sullen face in the candlelight of the healer’s small quarters.

You finally spoke as tenderly as possible, “How long do you usually stay in your Jötun form when this happens?”

He looked at you with his usual caviler and shrugged his shoulders.

“It has never been the same once. That is why I am forced to come here now. I cannot live a proper life with this looming. I do not want to stay as a monster for any length of time.”

You couldn’t believe how he again referred to himself as a monster. He seemed the furthest thing. Except for his crass mouth, he was handsome. He was more than handsome in his Jötun body.

“Loki, I suspect perhaps if you, how do I say this, if you found a lover, perhaps that would shorten the time you spend in your Jötun form,” Eir suggested while looking at Frigga nervously.

She responded tentatively, “Son, we know you’ve never had a problem finding a lover. I am certain it should not be a problem now. This is worth a try if you haven’t already, um…tried this remedy.”

Loki responded quickly, hopping off the soul forge and magicking his clothes back on. He quickly walked towards the healer’s doorway and almost left before pausing briefly.

“Who would want me like this, mother? You continue to slay my already broken heart with your willful ignorance of the turmoil you and father have perpetuated. I am better off returning to Jötunheim to reclaim my rightful throne and leaving this world of lies behind me.”

With that final cutting remark, Loki left.

You felt you had no choice but to chase after him, leaving both Frigga and Eir flustered and saddened. Frigga’s delicate hands covered her face, fighting back her tears of regret. Eir was more curious about you and what would transpire next.  

“LOKI!” you screamed his name as you plowed through what felt like feet of snow. So much you could barely see the tops of your boots. You followed his snow steps and quickened your pace, calling his name repeatedly into the snowy solstice night.

“LOKI PLEASE!” you were breathless. The wanton desperation and lust of a woman had replaced the righteous doctor from Midgard. The thought of Loki finding himself repulsive in his Jötun form was so painful you could barely stand it. You wanted to help him, and you were painfully attracted to him. There was a certainty to it you couldn’t understand.

Finally, you made it back to the palace grounds, having traced every one of his steps until you arrived at the tower where his old room was likely located. You spotted a soft orange glow from the tallest window. He must be up there.

Contemplating the likely 400 steps, it would take to climb was another matter. Again, you called him, “LOKI, LOKI, it’s me. Can I come up? Or can you help me come up? I’m freezing down here.” It was true. You were almost frostbitten. You only had your thin coat over your gown, not a hat or gloves. The wind whipped around you and the palace. Just as you were about to leave, truly saddened and crazed that your curiosity had gotten you involved in such a mess-you heard the baritone of his voice cascade seemingly brick by brick down to you.

“Human, you are truly mad. You’re not coming up here.”

“Loki, were you not the one who was shamelessly suggesting I call you master just hours earlier?” your query blasted back at him.

“You found me attractive, or there was something you recognized, something familiar…I recognize it, too, or I wouldn’t be here freezing! Now please, can you bring me up? Just to talk even.”

“Fine.”

Loki had indeed had enough of his Rapunzel moment. He snapped his blue fingers, and you were in his room.

You both looked at one another for a brief moment before speaking more intimately.

Loki continued his protest at the thought of you helping him break this strange curse. He went on.

“We simply can’t...for one thing, human, I am twice your size.”

You laughed and sat on the bed, immediately grabbing his blankets around your shoulders. Loki saw you struggling and placed the white reynir fur around you. His hands lingering in a delicate slow motion, it seemed he was contemplating the possibility that neither of you might be clothed and blanketed for long…

“I am a doctor, Loki, and I am bound to heal no matter what by decree of an oath.”

“That oath does not count when you are visiting another realm.”

“It should!” you exclaimed as you patted the space next to you, seemingly inviting him to sit.

Loki did sit. There was barely enough room for the two of you. Suddenly both of your eyes were lost in the same thought. The bed was too narrow.

“The only way this is going to work love is if you get on top and ride me, if you can, that is. This bed won’t due.” He was sinfully smirking.

His mischievousness was resurfacing at a rapid pace. He had shifted his demeanor exceedingly fast.

Was he always so mercurial, you thought?

You took a deep breath. Both relieved he was not feeling so sorry for himself, but now that he was easier than you expected to convince, you had to make good on your offer. There seemed to be no way to go back. Not that you really wanted to rejoin the party. Not after this.

He leaned closer to you and grabbed your hair, pulling it out of your face enough for his lips to land squarely on yours. He didn’t take his time. His tongue plunged into your mouth, searching. His hands roamed your gown.

One palm took the back hooks and began unfastening so quickly your mind was buzzing. You pulled away for a moment and tried to think. You had wanted to talk to him before he was all over you…

“Loki, we don’t know if this will work. I don’t want you to be alarmed if you are still in your frost giant form after we, after you….”

“After I put my seed inside you lovely pet? Is that what you are trying to say?” his hands cupped your entire face as he stared into your eyes, laughing.

“I had wondered if you needed to or could just, you know, come on my stomach or something miserably quotidian like that.”

“Dear I think we both know how to break the spell. I must fill you with so much seed there will be no way you won’t leave my bedroom not pregnant with my child.”

You were now a little scared. His voice was harsh and raspy, crazed a little. He was hiding this carefully since he arrived at the winter solstice event. He was not entirely in control of any of this. This was why he was seeking his family's help. He was desperate.

You pondered the chances you’d get pregnant. You were responsible, you were a doctor. You could have a family. An Interspecies one seemed more daunting.

You considered if it was even possible for a human and a Jötun to mate? Your mind kept searching for examples in history. Had this ever happened before? While you were thinking and not thinking, in your haze, Loki removed the rest of his clothes.

You might have looked hesitant as he spun you around and loosened the rest of your fastenings. You stepped out of your gown, leaving the satin dress pooled at your feet for a moment before he lifted you into his arms. With a snap of his fingers, Loki lit the fire in the ancient-looking eldhús before laying you back down on a pile of furs beside it.

“What about the bed...?” you looked at him, slightly confused. You thought you had it all worked out.

Loki looked amused, “Dear, after more consideration I thought we might end up breaking it.”

You were smiling at his forethought into the impact of his Jötun virility.

“I want you. Will you have me? Even if I am a frost giant?” he mumbled into your ear, gently running his fingers over your nipples and down your stomach to your sex.  

“Yes, I will have you,” you whispered back to Loki, closing your eyes.

This was ridiculous but somehow you were following your instincts as antithetical to your best interests as they were at the moment.

Loki’s long fingers quickly pushed inside your wanting body. When he pulled them out again, he delicately held a single digit to his lips, tasting you, he seemed to let go of all decorum and niceties in his euphoria.

He was going to fuck you…now.

With acrobatic ease, he pulled you on top of him, your legs strained to straddle him properly.

Loki’s cock was bewildering. As it touched your stomach, you leaned forward to grab it. Loki’s head fell backward, and he arched upwards with every stroke and flick of your wrist, winding around its massive size. Loki’s eyes met yours before he quietly spoke.

“Are you ready?”

You smiled and gulped audibly.

“Ready as I will ever be,” you leaned down over him and kissed him passionately, with no reserve. This wild adventure pulsed through your veins with enough adrenaline to jump-start a tow truck. You lifted yourself and placed his cock inside you. You could do nothing but wince for a moment, but he gave you no choice to linger. His hips quickly bucked up, you yelped, and his arms came and wrapped around you, pulling you impossibly close.

“Min kærleik,” Loki seemed to repeat endlessly into your ear as he placed his head into the crook of your neck.

“Min kærleik, not long now,” he said as you continued to ride him with all your energy.

He was slightly aware that in this heightened state, he would not be the harbinger of endless hours of pleasure, at least not at this delicate moment.

You looked down at his cock inside you, wet, gliding effortlessly. How could this man have believed he was not beautiful in this form?

“You can fill me, Loki, do it, please,” you were truly lost in the moment, a little crazy.

Then he did.

It was like when he first stepped into the hall, the silence his presence afforded, the absence of sound. The same phenomena was occurring now.

You might have only closed your eyes for a second, but that was all it took.

You looked down again at the man beneath your spent body, and suddenly he was his normal pale, tall, wiry Loki.

“LOKI.”

“What, min ást,” his eyes were still closed.

“LOKI, YOU ARE CHANGED! WE DID IT!”

Loki’s now pale blue eyes opened, a sly smile etched across his face.

“I see. Well, thank you, my dove, for your contribution to both ‘science,’ as you say on Midgard, and the hopeful continuation of the royal lineage,” his hands found your stomach and stayed there rubbing small circles.

He was suddenly a little too calm perhaps for your liking.

“Loki, aren’t you relieved that you are no longer bound to continue transforming into your Jötun form every solstice? We did it! We broke the spell!”

“Oh, we sure did, pet,” Loki said as he rolled over on his elbow.

“Now, lay back down. I’m sure there are other curses and maledictions we could eliminate,” he said as he gently pushed you under him, kissing your neck.

It was as if you had awoken from a daze.

“LOKI, you need to stop for a moment,” you looked straight into his flashing eyes.

“Whatever is it, dove?” Loki looked aghast.

“Were you lying this whole time? Was there ever a curse on you?!” you said as you pushed him off you with a thud.

Dear lord. You looked down at your still naked body. You felt his come between your legs and shivered—that bastard.

You knew it wouldn’t hurt him, but you slapped him hard enough that he winced slightly.

“You didn’t have to make an elaborate lie just to sleep with me or breed me whatever it is we’ve done! This is more monstrous behavior than being a Jötun will ever be!” Loki held your arm back from possibly slapping him again, “I didn’t lie to sleep with you! I saw you right away. We know one another, dove. You aren’t the Midgardian doctor you claim to be either.”

“Yes, I am Loki! What in the hell are you talking about!”

“Come now. You were a part of this whole diversion. You were just playing along!”

“Playing along? Loki, you came inside me!”

He was getting a little miffed. He had recognized her. When she followed him to his tower, he knew their game was on. But what if she did not know who she was? It occurred to Loki, by the distressed look on her face, that she might have no idea.

Was she the one truly under a spell? She spoke of needing a cure but didn’t say it was possibly for herself.

“Dear, please calm down. I can conjure a contraceptive potion if you do not wish to have my child finally and for this mistaken identity or amnesia situation. Pet, I think you might not know who you truly are.”

“Loki, finally have your child? We only just met.” Tears were streaming down your face.

“If it was only that simple,” Loki mused.

With a wave of his hand, he produced a large book, which must have been over a thousand pages. He thumbed through each chapter carefully while simultaneously producing a tissue for your nose.

“Ah, here.” He placed the book in your lap and pointed with his long finger at a portrait on the left page.

“See, it’s you pet.”

You wiped your eyes and scrutinized the book before looking back at Loki.

“Loki am I this Valkyrie?” your voice so shaky you could barely speak, your eyes transfixed on the image before you.

“Yes, you are none other than Brynhildr.”

Thankfully, you read the accompanying text, which happened to be in English and not Old Norse.

“It says my love was Sigurd, not you, Loki.”

“The texts were all Christianized,” Loki scoffed.

“My dear, you had many lovers. The early Christians would have tossed themselves into the fire if they had even penned half the truth of how we were back then.”

“I’m sorry you don’t remember how this happened, and I am sorrier, I don’t remember either, dove. I lost track of you. You are back, though. That much is clear.”

You closed the book with a hard slam and looked at Loki. Some part of you remembered the familiar mischief. Some part of you knew he’d tricked you before, possibly endless times.

Something was just at the cusp of your memory but was unreachable. You felt your back, perhaps for the phantom wings that should be there or once were. You looked up at Loki, still crying, eyes wide with wonder and confusion.

In between your sobs, you said quietly, “Loki, what do we do now?”

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Summary: Thor left him for dead on Svartalfheim.

But if Loki's going to die, he's taking Odin down with him.

... He's not expecting the visitor that follows.

Fall of the Daughter, Rise of the Son (ao3) - Loki Is Not Low Key (RichardGraysonPercyJackson) frigga/odin T, 27k

Summary: Before her father sent her away, Hela was the big sister to two little brothers.

Though she loves him dearly, Hela knows her fall would not have happened had it not been for the madness of her dear little Silvertongue

The Fall of Hela Odinsdottir, The Rise of Loki Laufeyson

firstborn (ao3) - rosepoints T, 8k

Summary: Odin regrets many things. Sharpening his firstborn into a knife is only one of the many things he regrets. He gave her every gift, every secret, every treasure he owned. It is a pity that Odin did not realize that he only had violence to give until it was too late.

// how hela lives and grows in (and leaves behind) her father's shadow with her brothers.

Gersemi (ao3) - Liraeyn T, 16k

Summary: Hela knows death well. She certainly knows when it arrives too soon. Arriving too late to the clifftop, she must undo the damage done to her brothers.

Give me a chance to understand (ao3) - FairyMadNess T, 7k

Summary: The five times Thor didn't understand what was happening with his brother, and the one time he pleaded to understand

Or

Loki doesn't want to come out to his brother, Odin acts like an old asshole, Frigga puts her foot down, Hela acts like a big sister and Thor just wants to see his brother.

Hela Hath no Fury (ao3) - NiennaNir G, 1k

Summary: Odin warned about this. The danger, the fate of all Asgard. Strike before it's too late. Odin might not be the best strategist. Loki's not a lot better.

Here and Now (ao3) - Sunflower_Birdhouse G, 1k

Summary: She holds tight; black nails sinking into the clothes of the men before her.

She doesn't know if her touch burns them or not and she doesn't care; she refuses to let go of either of them.

I'd Miss You (ao3) - TheNiftyNarwhal T, 6k

Summary: How nice it must be to know you'll be missed when you're gone.

My retelling of Raganarok because I felt there was a fantastic underlying story going on with Thor and Loki's relationship that deserves much more attention.

Lace (ao3) - LifeOfRoos G, 1k

Summary: Not knowing who else to turn to, Hela goes to her new stepmother for aside about a rather delicate matter: The need for a brand-new corset.

Phases of Life (ao3) - Awluvtardis T, 1k

Summary: Hela was ready to escape Asgardr, never to return. Then little Loki was placed in her hands, and she knew she had to stay. Someone had to look after him while Odin doted on Thor.

AKA The AU where Hela was allowed to stay as long as she became "lady of the court" (for the good of the realm, of course). She ends up raising Loki, teaching them Seidr until she can stand Asgardr's gilded lies no longer.

the gold and the rust (ao3) - thorbiased T, 7k

Summary: What name did they give him, again? Something for the storm he’d been born during. Thor, that’s it. A dull, dim name. She is sure her father intended it to be a powerful one. The name of a benevolent king.

He’ll never get the chance to live up to it. What a pity.

the real banishment is the family we made along the way (ao3) - scioscribe T, 5k

Summary: Hela did not ask for company in her sealed-up world, but evidently Odin is economical in containment strategies for his misbegotten children.

the true queen (ao3) - CeruleanTactician T, 946

Summary: Hela and the queens of Asgard, over the years.

Three's a charm (ao3) - isamariposa G, 20k

Summary: Thor hasn't returned post TDW, and Hela shows up in Asgard while Loki is still pretending to be Odin. He decides to play along.

It... does not go well.

But when Thanos comes for the Tesseract, fratricide might have to be put off for a little longer.

Ragnarok and Infinity War fix-it.

Well, This Should Be Interesting At Least (ao3) - TheDiamondSword400 G, 927

Summary: Thor takes one look at Loki and Hela and jumps to conclusions.

Worlds apart (ao3) - Mitsuky G, 2k

Summary: The Convergence brings to light more than just the survival of the Dark Elves...

[human-antithesis]

Ek sá halr at Hóars veðri hǫsvan serk Hrísgrísnis bar

Ek sá halr at Hóars veðri hosvan serk Hrísgrísnis bar.

(Eyvindr skáldaspillir Finnsson, Háleygjatal 6)

Hinn, es varp á víða vinda ondurdísar of manna sjot margra munnlaug foður augum.

(Bragi inn gamli Boddason, Fragments 2)

Vel hafið ydrum eykjum aptr, Þrívalda, haldit simbli sumbls of mærum, sundrkljúfr níu hofða.

(Bragi inn gamlí Boddason, Fragments 3)

Enn sem hangatýr fleygði sínum fleygigeyr um folk, dýr valkastar báru meyjar losnuðu frá. Sem ek nálgask Stiklastaði, mín dokkvu hvarma skógar stjornur nema við þúsundir dólg fangs buri markaða tákni Hvíta Krists. Ek he- yrði bardagaópið 'Knýjum, knýjum fram Krists men, Krossins men ok konungs men!' Margr maðr hóf aðgongu til bardaga sem eigi gat unnisk. Sem orrustan gegn óteljandi heiðum bændum brausk út, ek heyrði margan randar glaums þoll falla sem limar þeirra ok hofuð voru klofin fljúgandi vandar valsendum. Ok þó, bardagaópið ómaði um dalinn allann 'Knýjum, knýjum fram Krists men, Krossins men ok ko- nungs menn!'

Ort vas Óleifs hjarta; óð framm konungr - blóði rekin bitu stól - á Stiklar stoðum, kvaddi lið boðvar. Éiþolla sák alla Jolfuðs nema gram sjalfan

reyndr vas flestr í fastri fleindrífu - sér hlífa.

(Þormóðr Kolbrúnarskáld, Lausavísur 23)

Blendusk við roðnar und randar himmi; Skoglar veðr léku við ský of bauga. Umðu oddláar í Óðins veðri; hné mart manna fyr mækis straumi.

(Eyvindr skáldaspillir Finnsson, Hákonarmál 8)

Sortnar himinn ok rennr rauðr sem Óláfr þiggr margan sárelds spora af andstæðum Yggjar runni. er vængir hrafns ævinnar fylkjask um Dana hloð, ek heyrði minn bróðr til einskis fram mæla:

Hoggum hjaltvond, skyggðum, hœfum rond með brandi, reynum randar mána, rjóðum sverð í blóði. Stýfum Þóri af lífi, leikum sárt við bleikan, kyrrum kappa errinn komi orn á hræ, járnum.

(Egill Skallagrímsson, Lausavísur 39)

Enn sem vápnum beitt gegn beittum heiptar- tungum, gjallar vendir ok hræþolls gandar sku- lu fylgja eptir þeim fljúgandi hrælinni, ok stin- ga til jarðar sverðverjandi niða mínum. Regn ok þrumuský byrgja smám saman sýn Hugins niðja, ok ek fell til jarðar. Um grímuna, er hvítir faldar Báleygs brúðar hefja for sína undir silfr brá himinsins, fer ek ráfandi at dauða dalnum. Ek hvísla ok sé hvar hinir dauðu nú þegar skiljask frá lifendum, ok eygji skert skarar land míns bróðrs á oddbreka grundu. Ek lyfti hans Hamðis geyr ok byrðar stalli með mínum straumtungls mjúkstalli ok tek at hvísla bón fyrir hans lífi ok afkomu. Hans brúnar steinar opnask ok beinask at mér sem ek mæli. Hann hvíslar hinstu bæn hins Hvíta Krists svo hann megi inngongu hljóta í fjorbrots land áðr sjórnir hans lokask um eilífð. En sem ek lít upp, inn í dauðadalinn á ný, sé ek hann aðeins ráfandi stefnulaust inn til skuggalanda. Gullin tár falla mér úr drjúpandi þungu hofði, er ek geng aptr að grana mínum, sem ek eitt sinn bauð velko- minn til Báleygs brúðar.

English: And That Man Wore The Grey Shirt Of Hrísgrísnir In The Storm Of Hóarr.

And that man wore the grey shirt of Hrísgrísnir in the storm of Hóarr.

(Eyvindr skáldaspillir Finnsson, Háleygjatal 6)

The one who threw the eyes of the father of the ski-dís into the wide hand-basin of winds above the dwellings of many men.

(Bragi inn gamli Boddason, Fragments 2)

You have well driven back your draught animals, cleaver asunder of the nine heads of Þrívaldi, ab- ove the famous drink-provider of the drinking party.

(Bragi inn gamli Boddason, Fragments 3)

But as Óðinn threw the spear into the people, animals of war came loose. As I approach Stik- lastaðir, my blackened eyes catch thousands of warriors marked with the sign of White Christ. I hear the battle cry "Forward, forward, Christ's men, cross's men, king's men!"

Óláfr's heart was energetic; the king pressed for- ward Stiklastaðir, rallied his host to battle; steel weapons inlaid with blood bit. I saw all the firs of the storm of Jolfuðr shelter themselves except the leader himself; most were tested in the ceaseless missile-blizzard.

(Þormóðr Kolbrúnarskáld, Lausavísur 23)

Red colours mingled beneath the sky of the shield-rim; the storms of Skogul played against the clouds of shield-rings. Point-waves roared in the storm of Óðinn; many people sank down be- fore the tide of the sword.

(Eyvindr skáldaspillir Finnsson, Hákonarmál 8)

Many men begin to march towards a battle that cannot be won. As the battle against countless pagan farmers emerges, I hear many trees fall as their branches and heads are cut by flying spe- ars. And still, the battle-cry echoes through the valley: "Forward, forward, Christ's men, cross's men, king's men!" The sky darkens and turns red as Óláfr receives many a wound from opposing forces. When wings of darkness approach the king, I hear my brother cry out in vain:

Let polished hilt-wands clash, strike shields with brands, test our swords' shine on shields, redden them with blood. Hack Þórir's life away, play the pale man foul, silence the troublemaker with iron, feed eagle flesh.

(Egill Skallagrímsson, Lausavísur 39).

But as weapons oppose the fierce tongue of an- ger, swords and axes follow the lead of the flying spear and pierce the sword-wielding member of my kin to the ground. Rain and thunderclounds start to limit the view of the raven and I fall to the ground. At nighttime when the white dress of the earth starts to move under the silver eye of the sky. I wander below to the valley of the dead. I whisper and see where the dead already start to isolate from the living and espay the ruined body of my brother on the blood ground. I lift his head and shoulders with my hands and begin to whisper pleas for his life to survive. His eyes are opened and fixed on me as I speak. He whispers a last prayer to the White Christ to grant him entrance to the land of the dead before he shuts his eyes forever. But as I look up into the valley of the dead again, I only see him wander aimless- ly into a land of shadows. Golden tears fall from my heavy head as I walk back to my horse I once welcomed to this world.

[somethingswell]

Autumn ("Haust")

Autumn descends upon the earth, descends upon fading lands. The beautiful summer has retreated from the mountains and sea and sands

the sky concealed behind clouds a quiet breeze caresses my face, whispering to the leaves and the flowers: "Close your eyes, rest for a space."

I hear the plover telling his beloved abode goodbye. His lonely voice echoes deep inside my mind.

The autumn night obscures my heart, no comfort there to be seen. The beautiful summer has retreated, retreated forever from me.

(poem by Unnur B. Bjarklind/Hulda, 1909 // translated from Icelandic by me)

Original

Haustið er hnígið á foldu, hnígið á bliknandi lönd. Sumarið fagra er flúið af fjöllum og hafi og strönd

himinn er hulinn skýjum, hljótt strýkur gola um kinn, hvíslar að blöðum og blómum: "Blundið og hvílist um sinn."

Heiðlóu heyri ég kveðja hjartkæra bústaðinn sinn. Rödd hennar einmana ómar innst inn í huga minn.

Haustnótt í hjarta mér skyggir, huggun það alls enga sér. Sumarið fagra er flúið, flúið um eilífð frá mér.

[mirandamckenni1]

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[tyrian-sexual]

My new Gaoler seekers! They’re actually lore babies too! They’ve invaded Eyvindr in order to investigate clan Himinn’s huge mass of shade energy in order to contain it. Yorikiro has the new anniversary fam with him to help, and Incanter has an Ice goblin to reveal the truth about the island. 

Meanwhile the rest of my clan when they heard about the shade hunters:

[agustings]

#seagull #gaviotas #seabird #sky #clouds #endoftheworld #tierradelfuegoargentina #sjófugl #himinn #ský #endirheimsins #морская птица #небо #облака #конец мира #oiseau de mer #ciel #nuages #endoftheworld #सीबर्ड #आकाश #बादल #endoftheworld #tierradelfuegoargentina #海鸟 #天空 #云 #seevogel #himmel #wolken #海鳥 #空 #雲 (at Tierra Del Fuego Antártida e Islas del Atlántico Sur) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cg8NPQusWy2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[fyndnarmyndir]

hár bikiní fólk reiðhjóli á sjó gegn himninum

[89wfox]

The Dr. is in!!! Fan art for @mrhoneystreak and his awesome oc Dr. Tómur Himinn. I just love his style and had to try it out.

[jacecaelum]

and i wanna love tonight

one on one

by the candlelight

[skybrightpixie]

fun fact: Tóm has two chosen names. one is legal and one is Not. and good for him.

the legal one is Thomas Ármannsson. anybody who does not know him very closely knows him as this. when he decided he wanted to be out as a guy to the general public he chose that name to appear on all his legal documents.

Tómur Himinn is his also real but, more importantly, very personal name that he chose. when he was in the closet and playing with his gender as a teen, he asked his closest friends to call him Tómur (or just Tóm) when they were speaking privately. now he goes by that with everyone who knows him.

[fuckoffautumn]

Reiðskörð by Guðjón Ottó Bjarnason