#New Year Jötnar

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AT LONG LAST, my fill for a @marveltrumpshate prompt for an auction won by @bulkyphrase is seeing the light of day!

Cold Comfort by @fohatic — a smutty, whumpy darkfic, rated E

(Loki/Steve that eventually becomes Steve/Tony)

The year is 2012. The battle of New York is over; Loki and his army of Frost Giants have triumphed. Nearly a third of the continental U.S. is already blanketed in ice, and the Jötnar's reach grows wider still as global temperatures continue to drop. Towering above this freezing domain—on what was once the coast of Long Island—a pillar of ice stands two thousand feet tall, dwarfing the now-fallen Empire State Building. Atop this tower, Loki has erected his throne and declared himself 'Ruler of Earth.' His first order of business, now that his victory is won: find and enslave all remaining Avengers, and ensure their compliance. After that? Reap the rewards of his victory, in the most explicit ways his imagination can conjure... ...and his imagination can be quite vivid.

[worthitino]

TADA! MORE ALL!FATHER KRATOS HEADCANONS!!

I HAVE OFFICIALLY FINISHED ALL THE GOD OF WAR GAMES + LORE. THE COMICS, THE COOKBOOK, THE GAMES. so, with my new knowledge, i present a very special headcanon post.

* kratos has murals of the people he honoured in greece, including orkos and deimos. he had wanted to show the glimpses of hope of his bleak past to the realms to show things can, in fact, get better.

* he has a small festival in honour of faye! it's celebrated primarily in the old marketplaces and jötunhiem. the festival serves traditional jötnar food and it honours her victories and what she had done as the last guardian of the jötnar.

* kratos plays the lyre to mimir after many years of the head begging to hear some of his tunes. he can also play thz flute and a few other greek specific instruments.

* freya and kratos fly together when they are both falcons (as i hc'd kratos to learn 'falki' for more efficient travel). they both use this ability to watch the realms above and protect the people from potential threats.

* kratos decided to assist thrúd with her valkyrie training by being an outside source to her sparing to make sure that she begins to be more confident to fighting other people. she practically lives there now. (thank you to my friend who inspired this!! it's a huge thrúd fan.)

* when kratos blesses people, he speaks greek. he decided that his culture should be honoured despite his past. it was the gods fault, not what he was interested in as a younger man.

* his beard? oh, it is so long. it's so long and nice. very braidable!! he has a few flowers stuck in there thanks to thrúd, lunda, angrboda, sif and freya. they use it as an excuse to hang out.

* kratos, as allfather, finally takes naps. he has a little sleep. he has dreams about faye, but they're very positive after he realised that she would be very proud of him.

* when atreus comes home, the both cook together. it's one of the things they both enjoy and will continue you enjoy as father and son.

* kratos carries around helka like a baby because she makes him happy.

[taraljc]

It's weird sometimes to look back at around this time in 2011, and writing crackfic with Loki and Darcy bonding over being adopted and him just like showing up in her apartment unannounced and the two of them watching How To Train Your Dragon. because, you know--crack.

There's an epic fuckton of me rambling about STUFF behind the Read More, about Thor, about Loki, and about the process of writing Simple, Not Easy and the delight of seeing where the characters have ended up in canon in the 10+ years since.

When I started writing Simple, Not Easy, all I had to build on was the Thor movie and the Avengers trailer and the comics. okay and the encouragement of folks on livejournal particularly from the Darcy community and the kinkmeme folks actually.

So yeah, my Loki killed people and was scary as fuck. But he also did things like bring the statues of Alice in Wonderland in Central Park to life to fight the Avengers just for the lolz.

But what's been interesting is seeing the Darcy and Loki that I saw in my head and whose speech patterns I had mimiced and wrote insane and silly and heartbreaking and stubbornly genuine appear in these little flashes in WandaVision and Loki.

There are just these little moments where I'm like you know what, I did a half-decent job, building off of not a heck of a lot, but still somehow being true to their voices.

that doesn't happen all the time. in fact it's pretty fucking rare to see the characters 10+ years later and still recognise them.

But that's part of why Thor is my favourite MCU movie. Because all of the characters are really strongly drawn with unique voices, and excellent storytelling where you knew who these people were from the first second they showed up on screen.

Like, specifically look at Jane Foster who is like 'look at him he'll be fine. you go take him to the hospital, I'll stay here and SCIENCE'. I mean we're not even getting into the part where you do not go out into the middle of the desert in New Mexico and drop somebody off in the middle of the night and then come back for them later because coyotes and coyotes and also other things but mostly coyotes.

But the biggest thing I love about the movie is that it's about ego death. It is only when Thor loses everything that he begins to genuinely change. And it's not because of Jane, or even midgard itself. It's because when Loki tells him that their father is dead and Frigga will not end his banishment, Thor accepts responsibility for his actions and it sets in that he has lost everything and that he deserved it for breaking the hardwon peace with Laufey because he has grown up on epic tales of his father's prowess as a warrior and completely missed what Odin was actually trying to teach him about the horrors of war.

The humility that he displays, the empathy, is completely new. Because the guy who was banished to Earth was banished for a very good reason--he was a complete douche canoe. Total spoiled dick and he wasn't ready to be king. He really wasn't, and the way Loki went about trying to prove that was the worst possible way he could have and everything rapidly spiraled out of his control until it became something too big and it began controlling him instead of him controlling it.

But at the same time you have Loki also going through a form of ego death because he finds out that not only is he not who he thought he was he's not what he thought he was. He's not even a person, according to the way that the æsir view jötnar. and you know that internalised self-hatred is on its own pretty dangerous but when you weaponise it and decide to commit genocide then yes it's absolutely right for your father to be like WHAT THE FUCK because he saw everything. I don't think Loki really processed the fact that his dad saw absolutely everything he had done up to an including Thor's death at the hands of the Destroyer and it was only by accepting that he had treated his brother pretty much like shit and bore some responsibility for what was going on and then sacrificing himself for others that made Thor worthy.

And that's what the series is giving Loki the chance to discover: what it's like to act selflessly. He genuinely puts Sylvie's well-being above his own. He acknowledged the importance of the lives of all of the people in the TVA and his responsibility to them because of the results of his actions.

He's owning his shit. He's doing the work.

And as someone who spent a huge chunk of autumn 2011 writing Loki coming to a place where he was able to actually own his shit, and accept responsibility for his actions and even entertain the idea of change, it's really cool seeing that even though I took a vastly different road to get there, I was on the right track.

(and okay yeah like at least 50% of the story is also about Darcy and Clint figuring their shit out and then start banging like a screen door in a hurricane which obviously is not the way the movies went. But again I was working off of the 2 minutes of Clint Barton that's in Thor. To be fair, there's more character development for Clint Barton in those two minutes in Thor than there was in the entirety of the Avengers. and the only thing that actually redeemed bringing in the storyline from Ultimates to bring in his family just to fridge them was the way the Hawkeye series made them into real people instead of your average superhero tragic backstory.)

anyway I know that the current generation of Loki fans almost certainly have never heard of Simple, Not Easy and they sure as hell haven't read it and why would they? It's not cool or sexy or even particularly violent. It's ridiculous and cracky and has Loki shape shifting into a baby sloth and falling asleep while hugging a bottle of Goldschläger like a teddy bear.

But I had a moment, after the drunken singing on the train, where I thought yep. That's my Loki.

This moments are precious and rare and really freaking cool when they do come along.

[lady-rose-moon]

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Years after Sleipnir was taken, Loki had closed himself off from everyone around him apart from Isabella. Only she saw his grief and the growing disdain he had for the Odin family. A decade ago, Odin had announced to all of Asgard that Thor was to become their next King. That day, Loki hid away in his room and didn’t leave unless he was accompanied by Isabella. His soulmate was forever trying to find a way to get into the Royal Stables and set Sleipnir free, but he was bound to Odin, he couldn’t leave without him. News found Isabella and informed her that a giant wolf had appeared on one of the distant islands north of Asgard. Loki had elected to completely ignore any mention of his children to save himself from the heartache of going through their kidnapping again. 

Now though, Loki had become the respectable Prince that Odin wanted him to be. Cunning and manipulative, Loki had made his way up the ladder of hate. Many, like Lady Sif, hated him for personal reasons but some Aesir just hated him for his research into seiðr and other ranges of literature from different realms. Loki was okay with their opinions; they didn’t matter to him if it meant that he could remain in Odin’s good graces. Over the years, Loki had stored away all the hate for the old man deep inside him and never voiced them outside of the privacy of his own room with Isabella. 

Awakening on the day of Thor’s coronation, Loki grumbled and rolled over onto his side and wrapped an arm around Isabella’s waist. He didn’t want to get up and face Thor becoming King of Asgard when he clearly wasn’t ready. Sensing his turmoil, Isabella opened her eyes and smiled at the man in front of her. 

“Something bothering you, my prince?” Isabella mumbled, shifting her weight on the bed so she could sit up and wrap her arms around him. He settled into her embrace and kissed her head.

“Today is the day of triumph for Thor Odinson,” Loki mumbled, his hand snaking up Isabella’s back under one of the tunics she had stolen, “He is not ready, not even mother thinks he is, but Odin is so ready to give him the Throne.”

Isabella hummed in agreement and pecked his lips before slipping out of bed to go stand under the waterfall shower Loki had put in when he came back from his research trip to Vanaheim. The waterfall was freshwater and seemingly fell from nowhere at all. 

When he was alone, Loki sighed and flopped gracelessly onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling as he allowed himself to think. He dived into his mind and started to organise his thoughts and lock away any jealousy. He thinks about the plan, about letting some Jötnar into Asgard’s vault to distract Odin from crowning his idiot brother as King of not only Asgard but of all the Nine. It was curious, in a way, how the Jötnar had agreed to his plans so willingly and how not even Heimdall had seen what he was doing in Jötunheim.

The monsters were desperate to have their beloved Casket back and he could tell why. Their home was falling to pieces. Loki couldn’t help but feel sorry for the Frost Giants and how decimated their world was. Despite this, Odin wouldn’t take action and he doubted that he ever would. Thor wouldn’t understand either and so he would wilfully ignore their pleas or wage war on them just to shut them up. Thor was like that; he was always acting before thinking which led to many lectures by Odin and Frigga. There was this time where…

“Don’t let hatred consume you, Lohk, it isn’t a very good look on you. Frigga always says that those thoughts will corrupt you,” came a voice from by his side. He jumped up and turned to look at Isabella, her hair wet and a towel covering her body. She was the epitome of beauty, in his eyes. She had always been there for him. Always showed him that despite everyone else hating him, she would always love him. 

“Today will be the day to start Asgard’s doom, pet,” Loki grumbled as he stepped up and green shimmered around him, changing his green tunic into his ceremonial garb, golden horns gleaming as the Asgardian sun slowly emerges in the East. Noticing the attention, he was getting, he chuckled, “you’re staring, my love.”

Finally coming to her senses, Isabella giggled and snapped her fingers, her towel changing into a deep green dress that showed her loyalty to Loki over Odin, even if it was subtle. Loki stared her down, seeing the symbolism behind her colour of choice and he wrapped an arm around her waist, conjuring a tiara onto her forehead with little horns on the front. At his side, she was truly the epitome of beauty and devotion.

“You know, sweet girl, I can wear less,” Loki whispered in her ear and Isabella shivered as his deep voice rolled through her but instead of acting on her desires, she turned in his arms and wrapped her own around his neck before pecking his lips. Their kiss deepened and Loki hungered for more, his hands roaming down her body to cup her ass, causing a squeal to escape her throat and she pushed slowly away from him.

“You know we cannot, Loki, you must go speak with Prince Thor before he departs to make his grand entrance,” Isabella mumbled, her eyes dropping from his emerald eyes to his lips more than once and she bit her own lip, “as much as I hate denying you, today is a busy day for Asgard.” 

Loki hummed and his appearance darkened slightly as his mind roamed back to his plan, “you’re right again. Today will be a big day for Thor and Odin.” 

With that, he kissed her cheek and marched out of their room, his boots clacking on the golden marble flooring. Isabella watched him go with a frown, she knew something was going on with her Loki, but she had no evidence, so she stayed to herself in hopes that she was just overreacting. Loki was a good man, always so polite and concise in meeting and on their dates through Alfheim, Vanaheim and sometimes even her home planet, Midgard.

Recently, though, Isabella noticed a change in Loki, he always frowned when he thought she wasn’t looking, he was always commenting on Odin’s choices for Thor being King and on more than one occasion, he claimed that he should be King over Thor, but she knew deep down that all Loki wanted was to be accepted and equal to Thor.

As Loki walked down the golden halls as he had for centuries, he considered the lifetime he had spent in Thor’s shadow. He had never known love from Odin when Thor was there. When he was little, Loki cried for hours for his father, wanting to know why Thor was always taken away to study as a warrior or why he was being allowed behind the big golden doors that lead to a meeting chamber. He didn’t understand at all, he wanted to know why he wasn’t treating the same as Thor. He wanted to be equal to his brother, but he couldn’t be, he would’ve known Odin better if he was loved by the man. 

“Well, a glorious day it is for a coronation, wouldn’t you think brother?” he spoke as he walked up to his brother’s side and smiled the most convincing grin he could, “I’d hate for it to be raining on your big day.” 

“Loki! Brother how are you this sweet morning? Is Lady Isabella not on your arm this day?” Thor turned to his brother and clapped him on the back with a grin, “it is a joy that you are here today brother, without you I wouldn’t have made it here,” as Thor spoke, he did not notice Loki’s smile drop into a small one where he looked hopeful since it quickly disappeared when he continued, “even if it were with your silly tricks!”

Loki moved away from his brother and nodded numbly, regaining himself and groaning as he realised, he had just allowed himself to break down his barriers for a moment and he got hurt. “I would never let you die, brother, you have my sincere word.” 

“Sincere? Sincere? You?” Thor turned to look at Loki with a dropped jaw and a look of incredulity. “You, my brother, are incapable of sincerity.” 

“Am I?” Loki turned to look at Thor as he noticed a servant bring over two jugs of Asgardian mead and he smirked as he twisted his wrist, shimmers of green surrounding the cups as the servant looked down and screamed, dropping the tray to reveal snakes in the mugs rather than mead and Loki smirked to himself. 

“Loki,” Thor sighed as he looked down at the mugs on the floor and the traumatised servant, “that is such a waste of good wine.” He turned to look at his brother and saw him smiling, smiling himself when he realised Loki was merely playing.

“Oh it was just a bit of fun,”  Loki commented as he watched the servant on the floor with a smirk, twisting his wrist again and the snakes disappeared in a green glow and he looked at the servant innocently as he scrambled to his feet, “right, my friend?” Loki asked and the servant nodded before scampering off and he let out a breathy laugh before the horns sounded in the distance. He turned to Thor and smiled, “I know we’ve had our rough spots throughout the years but do not doubt that I love you, even if you do ruin your image with that bloody hammer.”

Thor laughed and held his neck at the side gently, observing his brother for the first time in a long century, “and do not doubt, Loki, that I am always here if you are struggling. I miss her too.” He watched Loki freeze and his smile fall into a grimace and he knew he said the wrong thing, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, “when I am King, you’ll understand why your children were taken.”

Loki rolled his eyes as he looked away and he patted Thor on the back before walking away and into the throne room, meeting Frigga at the door and he bowed to her before offering her his arm and when she took it, he felt relief in his heart that she chose to walk with him and not Thor. He nodded to her and started walking along the gold of the spacious throne room, stopping at the steps leading up to Odin’s throne. He bowed to Odin and Frigga dipped into a curtsy before he guided her up to where she was to stand, and he stood a step below her. 

No sooner than the moment Loki had stepped into his place had the song of Mjolnir sounded behind the crowds. They all cheered for their heir. Prince Thor was to become King. King Thor, Loki snickered as he watched his egocentric brother strut down the golden floor to Odin on the throne. Loki looked out into the crowd and easily spotted Isabella beside her sister at the front. She wasn’t cheering, she was mumbling to Serenity and laughing. He smirked slightly as he realised, she was probably talking about Thor in the way he was thinking. She was too much like him for her own good, that girl. 

Any moment now, the frost giants would be headed straight to the Casket and will successfully distract Odin. Loki watched as Odin stood from his throne when Thor knelt on the floor before him and he banged Gungnir on the ground, silencing the crowd almost immediately. 

Thor was smiling. He, of course, thought he knew what was coming. Unfortunately, he would not have his gracious day. 

“Thor…Odinson. My son, my heir, my firstborn,” Odin started, and Frigga glanced at Thor lovingly and Loki scowled subtly before schooling his features to indifference, “you stand here today before all of Asgard to proclaim yourself their King. So long entrusted with this mighty hammer, Mjolnir. Forged in the heart of a dying star, from the sacred metal of Uru. Only one may lift it. Only one is worthy. Who wields this hammer commands the lightning and the storm. Its power has no equal -- as a weapon, to destroy, or as a tool, to build. It is a fit companion for a King,” Odin chuckled breathily at the statement and Thor beamed. 

As Odin and Thor went through the vows, Loki bit his bottom lip in anticipation. They were here. He felt it and so did Odin. The look on his face spoke wonders. 

“Then I, Odin Allfather, do so name you…” Odin became distant for a moment and Loki’s heart leapt and he had to hold back the pleased grin when Odin mumbled, “frost giants…” 

Odin banged Gungnir again and Loki knew that the monsters had perished at the deadly beam of the Destroyer. When Odin started to march down to the vaults, Loki and Thor followed silently. 

When they reached the Casket, Thor looked around before turning to Odin and growling out, “they should pay for what they have done, this day.” Loki stayed silent, watching Thor now start to explode and he didn’t even need to do anything.

“They have paid, with their lives,” Odin replied, studying the condition of the Casket of Ancient Winters. Loki had never been allowed near it, nor had Thor. It was a battle prize but without it, Jötunheim would die. Odin didn’t care but Loki did, he didn’t know why but he did, “the destroyer did its job and the Casket is safe. All is well.”

“All is well?!” Thor boomed, raising Mjolnir as he took a step closer to Odin and the Casket. He really was angry and it excited Loki that his plan to prove Thor wasn’t ready was actually working! Thor rolled his eyes and continued, “They broke into the Weapons Vault! If the Frost Giants had stolen even one of these relics...”

“but they didn’t,” Odin mumbled, still staring down at the Casket, half-listening to Thor’s tantrum.

“Well I want to know why!” Loki looked at his brother with a raised eyebrow, what was he? Five hundred? 

Odin sighed and spoke again, “the Casket of Ancient Winters belongs to the Frost Giants. They believe it is their birth right.”  

Thor fought back with strength but not as Loki would’ve, “And if you hadn't taken it from them, they would have laid waste to all the Nine Realms!”

The Allfather was starting to look tired and Loki suspected that the planning of the coronation was never a very enjoyable event so that must be the reason. 

“I had a truce with the Jötnar King, Laufey.” Odin breathed and Thor huffed in annoyance. 

“They just broke your truce!” He yelled at the old man and Loki just watched in surprise.

“What action would you take?” Odin questioned and Loki knew it was a test, but Thor didn’t, so he continued.

“March into Jötunheim as you once did, teach them a lesson, break their spirits so they’ll know never to step over our borders again!” Thor answered quickly, not using his oafish brain. 

“You’re thinking as a warrior!” Odin exclaimed, glaring at Thor in anger. 

“This was an act of war!” Thor replied.

“This was an act of but a few, perhaps rogues.” Odin sighed and eyed Loki carefully before turning back to the Casket, “Hoping to take back the Casket and free one of three monsters.”

Loki did not respond to the bait; he stayed still and raised an eyebrow curiously at Odin’s choice of words. 

“As King of Asgard,” Thor began, only to be immediately cut off by Odin.

“But you’re not King! Not yet.” He seethed and Thor froze, Loki eying them carefully with reigned in amusement. 

Loki took that as a hint to leave and he hurriedly pulled Thor out of the Vaults and up to the banquet rooms. 

One behind the safety of the banquet halls doors, Thor stormed away from Loki and upturned a table, the food laid across it dropping to the floor as a result of his fit of anger. He seethed and sat down on the steps a bit away from the overturned table and he fiddled with his hands with irritation.

Loki slowly approached Thor and sat down beside him.

“It is unwise to be in my company right now, brother.” Loki turned his head to look at his brother with a faked sympathy, “this was to be my day of triumph.” 

Loki looked down at the golden floor before turning to face his brother, “It’ll come, in time. If it’s any consolation, I think you’re right. About the frost giants, about Laufey… everything. If a few could penetrate Asgard’s defences then who’s to say they won’t try again? This time with an army.” Loki fed Thor’s burning fire with an eager grin, hoping that his brother would take the bait as usual. 

Thor sighed and turned to look at Loki, “yes, exactly what I mean!” he exclaimed and stopped short when Loki spoke again. 

“But there’s nothing we can do without defying father…” Loki trails off as Thor glances at Mjolnir and now he knows that Thor has fully taken the bait, “no, no, no I know that look, Thor no.”

“It’s the only way to ensure our borders.” Thor glared at Loki as he gripped Mjolnir in his hand tight. 

“Thor, it’s madness.” Loki leaned forward, trying to keep his brother’s attention.

“Madness? What’s madness?” Volstagg spoke up from the other side of the table, stopping from, his attack on the boar leg to look at Loki and Thor carefully.

“nothing, Thor was merely jesting,” Loki started before Thor cut him off by walking forward. 

“The safety of our realm is no jest. We are going to Jötunheim.” Thor announced and the Warriors Three burst out laughing.

It was at that moment that Isabella walked in, her dress shimmering and disappearing into comfy leather leggings and a green tunic of Loki’s, “is something wrong? Why are we all gathered here and not meeting the King and Queen to discuss the interruption today? Serenity is already chin height up in conversation with the Allfather and she doesn’t want to be alone.” She walked over to Loki and sat down beside him.

“Thor proposes we march into Jötunheim just like father did and demand they keep their distance. That is no way a king should behave, and it will damage their views even more of the future of Asgard. We cannot have an oversensitive King,” Loki drawled, holding Isabella’s hand as a reminder that he was doing this for her. 

But still, despite Loki’s one-sided effort to stop his brother from visiting Jötunheim, they were already on their way to the frozen city dressed up warm and covered by their cloaks. Heimdall gave them little to no resistance and easily opened the Bifrost to them.

Once in Jötunheim, Loki looked around the wasteland with a suspicious feeling of safe. 

“What a waste. No wonder they want to escape, this place is falling apart.” Fandral commented as they walked on the uneven rocks towards the palace that looked as deteriorated as anything else in this world. 

Loki watched their surroundings carefully and saw a few Jötnar following them from behind and he summoned a dagger into his hand, his seiðr on the ready as well if he needed it. When they arrived in the melting throne room, Thor stepped forward.

“Laufey. King of the Frost Giants. I am Thor Odinson and I demand that you explain yourself for your attack on Asgard this morning.” Thor spoke with venom in his voice and Loki noticed how Laufey’s eyes narrowed when hearing ‘Odinson.’ 

“It was the work of but a few, little prince. It was not my intention to attack your kingdom on the day that you would become King. It may seem like it to your mind but I assure you, I was not aware of this attempt on your coronation,” Laufey spoke to Thor and since Loki was the God of Lies, he knew immediately that the Jotun was lying to his brothers face but he didn’t dare comment on it in fear of his treachery being revealed to everyone. 

“And yet you sit here, completely calm when you should be on your knees apologising to Odin about how you betrayed his treaty.” Thor snapped back.

Loki stared at his brother in shock before stepping forward and holding his bicep, “Thor look around you, we are heavily outnumbered here. Think, please…” He begged but Thor pushed him away.

When Loki stared at Thor in surprise, Thor turned to him and growled out, “know your place, brother.” That sentence was one he had grown used to, but it still broke his spirits every time it was said to him. It showed that Thor never saw him as his equal, he saw him as everyone else did, the spare. Loki stepped back and remained silent.

“I will let you leave now if you follow this gift them Asgard will not have to face Jötunheim in battle again. Fail to accept this chance and I will show you no mercy.” Laufey growled out and Loki saw his chance, stepping in front of Thor to look at Laufey and again, his body filled with the feeling of love and safe. He was confused but refused to let it bother him.

Taking a moment to consider everything before inclining his head, Loki spoke to Laufey, “we will accept your most gracious offer.” 

Thor glares at Laufey a moment longer before relenting and walking away but a nearby Jotun mumbles, “run along home, little princess.” 

Loki goes pale and he realises that his plan is all but nothing now, this wasn’t meant to happen, “damn.” He mumbled before Thor chuckled and threw Mjolnir into the frost giant and he did not get back up afterwards.

A battle ensued, one full of rage and hatred. Loki fought with his seiðr and daggers to save himself but when Volstagg yelled out, “don’t let them touch you!!” he got distracted and one of the Jötnar grabbed his wrist, intending to freeze him but instead, his skin shifted blue and he stared down at his hand as a feeling of home and safe flowed through him again. He stared down at his hand and watched as it turned blue with markings appearing on the back of his hand and he stared at it in horror and he met eyes with Laufey before pulling out a dagger and forcing it through the Jotun’s chest and he watches his hand shift back to his normal pale. 

“Thor!” Loki called, backing away from the fight as the Warriors three and Sif did, “we must go!!”

“So, go!!” Was Thor’s reply but that’s all it took for Loki to give up on waiting for his brother and to sprint back to the Bifrost site. 

“Heimdall open the Bifrost!” one of them called but no rainbow appeared, and Loki’s heart sank. Heimdall had warned them and they hadn’t been careful.

A beast appeared in front of them, a protector of the realm and Loki froze. He knew this was his last moment. But then Mjolnir flew by him right through the beast. It fell back and Loki almost sighed in relief before the Bifrost opened and Odin appeared riding his war horse.

“Father! Let’s finish this together!!” Thor called, holding up Mjolnir in delight. Odin turned his gaze over to Thor and hissed.

“Silence!” was all he spoke. Laufey then joined Odin but Loki couldn’t care less. 

He saw Sleipnir staring at him, he knew that look in his eye, it was longing, and he felt it too, he missed all of his children so much but he could not go to them without Odin finding out. Even now, even looking at Sleipnir felt wrong and he missed his little boy. 

Laufey declared war and then the Bifrost brought them all back, he watched a servant walk Sleipnir outside so that Odin could freely speak to Loki and Thor. 

An argument ensued between Odin and Thor and Loki watched them again and when he did try to step up, Odin yelled at him and he stepped back and looked at the ground. 

“Thor Odinson... You have disobeyed the express command of your King. Through your arrogance and stupidity, you have opened these peaceful Realms and innocent lives to the horrors of war!” Odin plunged Gungnir into the Bifrost controls and it roared to life behind Thor and Loki watched from a bit away, “you are unworthy of this realm, unworthy of your title! ...Unworthy of the loved ones you've betrayed. I hereby take from you your powers.” Odin summons Mjolnir and Thor watches in horror, “in the name of my father and his father before, I Odin Allfather, CAST YOU OUT!” he yells and Mjolnir blasts lightning into Thor, pushing him into the Bifrost. He then brought Mjolnir to his lips and whispered, “Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor.” 

Loki watched as Odin threw Mjolnir into the Bifrost and then closed it and he sighed softly. He teleported away and into his chambers where Isabella was waiting on his bed with a book and she looked at him with a bright smile, “Loki!” She got up and ran over to him, hugging him tight and nuzzling her head into his neck, “you came back!” 

“Of course, I did. Not all of us made it past Odin, though… Thor has been banished. If anything happens to Odin… I’m King.” Loki mumbled sadly and gripped onto his soulmate, allowing himself to break in front of her, “I think I might be one of them, Isabella… I think I might be Jotun…”

“What makes you think that, Lohk?” Isabella mumbled, running her black nails through his hair with a gentle smile.

“One of them touched me but I didn’t freeze. I went blue!” He mumbled back and sobbed even harder, Isabella holding him as close as possible as he let go.

“Shall we go see?” Was all she replied with, but Loki knew she meant the Casket and he nodded numbly. He took her hand and walked down to the vaults, his nerves becoming an all-time high as he walked inside with her. 

Approaching the Casket, Isabella stood behind him and he reached out, gently taking a handle into his hand and he shook his head desperately when he saw that he was slowly turning blue. 

“Stop!” came a call from the top of the stairs and Isabella froze, turning to look at Odin with a smirk on her face.

“Am I cursed?” Loki asked as he gripped the Casket and his breath heaved as he felt the Casket reach out to him and tie herself around his seiðr. He gasped in pain but also in surprise to how right it felt for that to happen. 

“no…” came Odin’s response and Loki let out a breathy chuckle.

“Then what am I?” He asked as he glared down at the Casket with a hatred but the feeling inside him wasn’t hate, it was confusion and betrayal.

“You’re my son,” Odin replied, breathlessly and Loki shook his head, turning to face the Allfather for the first time in their conversation.

“What more than that?” He seethed and watched Odin’s reaction carefully, seeing how solemn he had become, he realised the truth, “the Casket wasn’t the only thing you took from Jötunheim that day, was it?”

“No,” came Odin’s breathless reply and Loki narrowed his eyes before putting the Casket down, ignoring the sadness in the back of his mind coming from the parasite that was the Casket’s consciousness. “In the aftermath of the battle, I went into the Temple, and I found a baby. Small for a giant's offspring -- abandoned, suffering, left to die. Laufey's son.”

Loki is sent reeling from the news and he mumbles it back to himself, ignoring how Isabella stands beside him and holds his hand comfortingly, “Laufey’s son?” he turned to look at Odin again and he whispered a soft ‘yes’ to which Loki looked around the room and tried to find any reason why Odin would’ve taken him from his home. This was why he had felt so right on Jötunheim, why when he looked at Laufey, he felt so safe. He was his son! His heir! 

“Why?” he whispered, feeling so small now under his father’s gaze and Isabella’s sympathetic hugs. “you were knee deep in Jötnar blood, why did you take me?!”

“You were an innocent child,” Odin began but Loki would have none of it.

“No, you took me for a purpose, what was it?” He waited moments before he snapped and screamed, “TELL ME”

Odin sighed, defeated and he looked at his adopted son sadly before starting to explain, “I thought we could unite our kingdoms one day, bring about an alliance, bring about a permanent peace... through you. But those plans no longer matter.”

Loki looked up at Odin, heartbroken as he mumbles a quiet “What…?” Before going on a rant, tears brimming in his eyes as he let go of Isabella, “so I am no more than another stolen relic, locked up, here, until you might have use of me?” 

“Why do you twist my words?” Odin mumbled, starting to feel faint.

“You could’ve told me what I was from the beginning, why didn’t you?” 

“You are my son. My blood. I only wanted to protect you from the truth,” Odin replied quickly.

“What? Because I-I-I am the monster that parents tell their children about at night?!” Loki yelled, tears dripping down his cheeks as he walked up the stairs, “It all makes sense now, why you favoured Thor all these years because no matter HOW MUCH YOU CLAIM TO LOVE ME, you couldn’t have a FROST GIANT sitting on the throne of Asgard.” Loki then froze, seeing his father on the floor reaching for him and he quickly got on his knees and started to shake as he observed his father, “guards! Guards, help!”

The guards ran in and gently lifted Odin, carrying him off to where he will sleep for as long as need be. Loki, however, stayed behind and hugged his legs.

Isabella sat beside him and rested her head on his shoulder, “I’m sorry,” she gently whispered into his ear and Loki shook his head and turned to look at her.

“None of this is on your shoulders, my princess, the blame is all on Odin.” He growled lowly and accepted her hug with a sad smile, “I’m a monster, after all…”

“Stop, stop that. You’re no monster. You’re my love, you’re loved Loki! Monsters aren’t loved, they are feared, and I do not fear you! Nor does Serenity!” Isabella stroked his cheek and smiled lovingly at him, standing up and pulling him to his feet, “Now let’s go find Queen Frigga and sort this out, shall we?” 

Loki weakly nodded and headed out the door with her, happily accepting that she loved him and that he wasn’t a monster. As they walked to Frigga’s room, he noticed that people were staring at him and saluting him in the Asgardian way. He felt confused before he realised that he is now King Regent, unofficially, but still King. 

“It’ll take some getting used to, all of this,” Isabella mumbled as a maid curtsied to her, knowing that when Loki takes Gungnir, she will be Queen Regent of Asgard, and it will be her duty to take up the mantle of Goddess of Marriage in Frigga’s place.

When they walked into Odin’s bed chambers, Loki gravitated toward his side. He had seen an Odinsleep before but not one so drastic as this. He looked pale and so very aged, and Loki could not help but blame himself for doing this to his father, adopted or not. 

“You know, then?” Frigga spoke up and Loki’s eyes darted to her before he nodded in admission. “We wanted to tell you, Loki, but we never had the time to. You were always with Thor, going off on adventures and we couldn’t stop you. Odin wanted you to know but he could never find the right words to say. After what happened with your children, he made me swear that we would never tell you about your Jotun blood.”

“It wasn’t his right to hide something so important from me, mother.” Loki bit back, watching Frigga hold her breath and then nod sadly, “It wasn’t a burden. You couldn’t have just told me from the beginning? Couldn’t have raised me in my native skin?”

“But then everyone would’ve found out and another war would’ve waged for you to return to Jötunheim, you don’t belong there…” Frigga countered, meeting her sons’ eyes sadly and Loki sighed.

“Laufey didn’t want me. Odin made that quite clear.” Loki sighed and looked at the sleeping man, glaring hatefully at the man who had stolen his true life.

“But was he telling the truth?” Isabella spoke up, her arms crossed, and she was leaning against the bedpost with an indifferent look on her face, “what if he is still using you now? Manipulating your perception of the Jötnar for his own gain so that you will hate them more?” 

“you raise a good point, darling, that does sound like Odin Allfather. Passing on dirty bias onto his children so that they will do his bidding when the time is right. He would expect them to trust him. Even the Jotun runt he took in.” Loki mulled over the thoughts before his head was whipped to the side and he held his cheek in surprise, “Isabella?” 

“You… are not a monster nor are you a runt!” Isabella seethed and Loki stared at her in shock as his cheek started to sting from the slap, “am I clear?”

“Crystal!” Loki whimpered and Isabella backed off, satisfied. “but there’s still the issue of the throne. Mother? Will you be stepping up as regent?” he asked hopefully.

Frigga shook her head and held Odin’s hand, “this Odinsleep is not like the others, I fear the worst and so I must implore you to take the throne, Loki. It is what we have trained you for. Thor is banished…” 

As she spoke, the doors to the Odinsleep chambers opened and a lord walked in holding Gungnir and Loki stared at it in shock.

“Until Odin awakens, you are King. Do us and all of Asgard proud, Loki, my King.” Frigga bows her head and Loki turns to the Lord and hesitantly reaches out, taking Gungnir from him and holding it in his hand, feeling the power that swamped through him. He was powerful before but now that he held Gungnir, his seiðr increased and he revelled in the warmth it gave him.

Loki bowed his head to Frigga before offering his arm to Isabella, who immediately took his arm, and he walked out of the room. Holding Gungnir, he focused on the seiðr levels in the core of Asgard and found them to be weakening since Odin had announced that seiðr was a meagre set of skills and that only women were to use them. He would need to rectify that but not right now. Now, he headed back down into the Vaults with Isabella and stood before the Casket.

“Take it home, Lohk, that’ll end the war instantly.” Isabella offered, holding onto Loki’s arm, and smiling softly at him. 

“And risk them taking over all of the realms again? Not a chance. If we limit the use of the Casket, then… perhaps.” Loki replied and watched his wife sit on the marble floor; her feet dipped in the water in front of it.

“Meet with Laufey, then.” Isabella spoke, gazing up at him as she leant back against the marble. 

“I could but the only leverage I have is his Casket,” Loki mumbled, pulling the Casket off its podium, and staring down at it. 

“Maybe it’s not? What if Laufey misses his child? What if he is worrying for the child stolen from his temple. Think, Lohk. Why would someone abandon their baby in a temple?”

“Oh, I know, Isabella!” Loki snapped before sighing. Isabella frowned and stood up, holding his shoulder, and smiling at him with understanding.

 “I know this is hard for you, Loki,” She mumbled, her eyes filled with the love she felt for him and he glanced away, not feeling worthy of such appreciation. 

“It’s not just hard, I’m King now! There’s so many things that I’m not ready for that are now going to be expected of me,” Loki sobbed, holding onto Isabella’s hands now in a desperate attempt to ground himself, “the Casket recognises me as one of the Jötnar and it scares me because if it recognises me then so does Laufey and…” 

Loki was interrupted by a guard walking into the Vaults and kneeling before him, one hand over his heart in a fist, “Your Royal Highness, the King of the Jötnar has requested your council.” 

Loki’s heart stopped, he didn’t think Laufey would come so soon but he turned to look at Isabella and she nodded gently so he took a deep breath, grabbed the Casket of Ancient Winters, and nodded to the guard, allowing the man to guide him to the throne room. As he walked, he knew the Jötnar were there because the walls were now lined with ice and his breath showed when he exhaled. 

Sitting down on Hliðskjálf, Loki peered down at Laufey and his group, “you requested to see me, Laufey-King? I assume this is on the threat of war?” 

Laufey regarded him with a careful gaze before stepping forward, noticing how the guards immediately raised their swords to him in defence of the regent king, “I come to discuss the Casket of Ancient Winters, Odinson. Since my treaty with Odin is no longer in effect, I would like to request that you give it back. Jötunheim is dying without its life force and I see no reason why Asgard should host it any longer.” 

“You make a strikingly good argument, King Laufey but I suggest you work on your bargaining skills a bit better before speaking to me. I, Loki, King Regent of Asgard in Odin’s place. Why would you think I would so easily hand over the Casket to someone who knows how to lay waste to lands by merely lifting up that box?” Loki asked with a smirk as he leaned to the side of the Hliðskjálf to allow Isabella to sit beside him and he held her hand behind her back so that Laufey could not see that he needed her for strength.

Laufey let out a growl and glared at the youngest son of Odin, “Odin dared give you the name of my son. Odin murdered my first-born son after the war as a warning and then took our Casket. Why should I trust you to do anything different from what he did?” 

“Because I am not the senile old King that once sat here. I am Loki. I was born just as the war ended to Queen Frigga. She raised me more than my father and so I have compassion where Odin or my big brother do not. I see your realm for what it is, Laufey, I see it for how it used to be before Odin declared war. I apologise for the wrongdoings of the Aesir that took you away from the protection of the realms. Odin may not realise it, but I do, we need Jötunheim for the Yggdrasil to stay balanced. Without Jötunheim on the Yggdrasil, things will fall into ruin and I do not wish that to happen. With that in mind, I propose a truce,” Loki gave pause, studying Laufey’s expressions thoroughly with a raised eyebrow of false boredom.

“Another bargain for the peace of your world?” A general behind Laufey huffed out and Laufey held out his hand to stop the general.

“If it is a truce the false King requests then he shall get it. On what demands, your majesty?” Laufey asked, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

Loki stilled and made eye contact with his birth father and then he chuckled, “on the demands that you leave Asgard alone, patrol your subjects more thoroughly and in return we shall give you back your Casket.” Loki hesitated for a moment before smirking and standing up, “and perhaps your son when he is ready.”

Laufey also paused, observing the false king for a proper amount of time before speaking up, bravely keeping his sorrow out of his mind, “my son? My son died when your father waged war on my kingdom. He was slaughtered, made an example of. I had no hope of saving my boy. Now you sit here, Loki Odinson, with my son’s name and I ask... why? Why would Odin agree to give the throne to his spare and then also allow him to make decisions so rash as these are?”

“As I said before, I am not the old man who wanted to keep peace. I have a level mind, that is true but if you wish for a war then that is what Loki Odinson will give you,” Loki spoke and watched as Laufey took in his words and he chuckled deeply, “has rumour of my lies spread to even the most abandoned Realm? Do you know what I am, King Laufey?”

Laufey chuckled deeply and shook his head as he watched Loki, “you are a Silvertongue, you lie and manipulate, and you are the dark son of Odin for practicing seiðr without Odin’s consent. You grew from a boy that knew no boundaries of trickery into a perfect Prince. That is all you ever will be. A prince of Asgard.”

“I am more than just a meagre Prince, King Laufey. You stand before King Loki of Asgard and you will show some respect. Actually, I tire of this conversation. You may leave now; we will discuss this later.” Loki dismissed Laufey and watched as the guards pulled him away from the throne room, hearing the monster growl and try to fight.

Isabella stood from the Hliðskjálf and stood beside Loki, her hand resting on his shoulder gently and she helped him slow his breathing to one of calm, “you worry too much, my King. Asgard is prospering under your rule and everyone knows you will always be a great King. Offering to exchange peace for their Casket was a brave idea. Give Laufey a few days and see how he thinks about it when those days are done.” 

Loki looked at her and nodded softly, grateful that she was there to keep him balanced.

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Vinland Saga Characters in a Percy Jackson AU?

Gods

Odin "The all father"

• Cabin One

• Head of the Aesir gods. Odin is the Norse god of war, poetry, wisdom, and death. He gathers his portion of the slain warriors in Valhalla. Odin has a spear, Grungir, that never misses. He makes any sacrifice for the sake of knowledge. (his eye)

Frigg "Odin’s wife, Queen of Asgard."

• Cabin Two

• Goddess of love and fate, described as having the power of prophecy yet she does not reveal what she knows.

Thor "Son of Odin"

• Cabin Three

• Norse god of thunder, the sky, and agriculture.

Loki "Sworn brother of Odin"

• Cabin Four

• Trickster god - Helps other gods out of their problems.

Baldr "son of Frigg and Odin, sweetheart of Asgard"

• Cabin Five

• Peacemaker in Asgard: mediated conflicts between Asgardian gods and mankind. (related with the traits of peace and abundance.)

Freyja (Freya) "‘lady’ or ‘mistress’"

• Cabin Six

• Norse goddess of magic, love, fertility and lust.

Freyr "Freyja's twin brother"

• Cabin Seven

• God of fertility and reproductive health in men - associated with tranquility, peace and wealth - bringer of sunshine and good weather conditions.

Heimdall "Nothing escapes his eyes"

• Cabin Eight

• Aesir deity that stands guard at the entrance or passages leading to the various realms (nine realms).

Tyr "Advocate for justice and truth"

• Cabin Nine

• God of War

Idun "Magical Apple Goddess"

• Cabin Ten

• Norse goddess of beauty, youthfulness and fertility. Her secret elixir to perpetual immortality was contained in her magical apples, which she gave to the gods on Asgard.

Gefjon "Single handedly plowed Lake Mälaren"

• Cabin Eleven

● Goddess of ploughing and agriculture.

Njördr (Njord/Njorth) "Father of Freyja and Freyr"

• Cabin Twelve

• Vanir sea and wind god

Skade "Wife of Njord"

• Cabin Thirteen

• Goddess of hunting, mountains and skiing.

Camp Half-Blood

Askeladd (Camp Director)

~ Askeladd is the most famous and well-known of all of Odin's sons. He is thousands of years old and regularly visits Vahalla. He has been known to lay with many Valkyrie and even (allegedly) had a one-night stand with the goddess Freyja. He has been known to regularly taunt a camper known as Thorfinn and is never seen without Bjorn by his side.

Bjorn (Activities Director)

~ Bjorn is half Jötnar (frost giant) and half God. He is the son of Idun and regularly visits her. He helps her tend to her magical foods and always gets his enchanted berserker mushrooms from her. Out of all of Idun's children, Bjorn is her favorite by far. He has also been known to have many mead drinking contests with Thor and is often one of the first ones to point fingers towards Loki whenever something goes awry.

Thorfinn (Cabin Nine)

~ One of his fathers is the god Tyr, and his other father is a man named Thors. He absolutely fucking hates Askeladd with all of his guts for killing his father. Unfortunately, he did not inherit much of either his father's morality or sense of peaceful justice. He is often seen with two daggers that were gifted to him by Tyr to protect himself.

~ He has grown close with another camper named Einar. However, he seems to be aggressively flirting (?) with a camper named Canute. Nobody is really able to tell if he really likes Canute or really hates him. Gudrid is always following him around like a lost puppy, and no matter how many times Thorfinn threatens to kill her, she just won't leave him alone.

Canute (Cabin Six)

~ Canute is the son of the goddess Freyja. He was born in the body of a woman and realized that he was meant to be a man. So he decided to be a complete genderfuck to society, and Freyja supports him through this. Freyja blessed him with a new male body and kept some of his more feminine features (upon his request) that will grow into fine masculine traits.

~ This is to soften the blow of how unsupportive and vile his father is towards him. However, Sweyn knows any great harm to Canute will cause Freyja to sick Loki on him. Next thing you know, Sweyn wakes up in Niflheim.

More of Canutes daddy issues except his father is a mortal and his mother supports him? Yes, please.

~ Canute is often seen near the nymphs and faes, discussing things with them and spending valuable time with them. He always ends up getting harassed (?) or oddly supported (?) by Thorfinn. Thorfinn always jumps in and threatens to kill anybody who lays a hand on Canute. Canute has grown to quite like Einar and Gudrid. He can also be seen occasionally studying with Arnheid.

Einar (Cabin Eleven)

~ Einar is a feminist and loves farming, so of course he is the son of Gefjon. The benevolent earth faes are often around Einar, watching him work on the earth and using his magic to allow it to grow. To uses his magic to grow flowers and fruits for Arnheid. He gets quite frustrated at the fact that Arnheid is more interested in Gardar than him. He respects her feelings but is still saddened by them. Every time he realizes this, his plants seem to wilt.

~ He spends a lot of time with Thorfinn and always trains with him. He always loses, but it's better than having to face Sigurd. Sigurd is always threatening Einar about stealing his future wife. (?) He is still quite confused about why Gudrid would want to marry a man like Sigurd. He has no feelings for her.

An actual conversation between Einar and Sigurd. (I know... I was there.)

"I think I want to study milking cows." Einar states passively as he walks towards one of the many barns on the camp.

"You can't study milking cows." Sigurd states in an irritated tone as he crosses his arms over his chest and huffs.

"Yuh, huh, yes, you can! Garm told me about it!"

"Garm... Son of Loki... You're stupid Einar. No way you're ever stealing my future wife!"

*Insert both of them getting in a fist fight and Garm hiding in a bush..... giggling like a madman.*

Gudrid (Cabin Two)

~ Gudrid is the daughter of Frigg and is treated like the queen of the camp. She is quite kind (albeit a bit of a bitch behind certain campers backs. *cough cough*) Frigg is quite doting upon her but tries to keep her on Midgard most of her days. Loki has a strange attachment to her, and it worries Frigg greatly.

~ She often follows Thorfinn around camp and tries to get his attention. She asks her mother if perhaps she could set something up between the both of them. She really, really likes Thorfinn. Although he keeps giving all of his attention to this Canute guy.

Arnheid (Cabin Five)

~ Arnheid is the daughter of Baldr. She inherited a lot of her good nature and peaceful personality from him. Baldr allowed her mother immortality, and their love story is so sweet that it makes her heart swoon. She wants a family of her own one day. She hopes for another camper, Gardar. He's so handsome and managed to save her life from a dragur (Norse equivalent of a zombie/evil spirit).

~ She spends a lot of time with Einar and Gudrid. She enjoys how kind and caring Einar is towards the Earth and all of those around him. She met Frigg once, and she is absolutely... Arnheid is unable to even explain it(in a good way). She frequently visits Vahalla and is treated as sweetly as her father. She is training to be a healer within the camp. There are very few healers, sadly, and Arnheid has the ability to be one of them.

Hild (Cabin Thirteen)

~ Hild just emanates Skade energy. So it makes sense that they are related. One of my favorite goddesses fr fr. Hild ended up getting injured after an attack on the camp, which is how she got her scar. She was blessed with a magical crossbow that she helped create. Which is what she uses to hunt evil spirits through the cursed woods. She is only able to stand Gudrid, and she often sleeps in her cabin with her.

Snake (Cabin Twelve)

~ Snake is half Naga and half God. He is the son of Njördr. He has a permanent bunk in Cabin 12, as he is one of the guards of the camp and a protected species. He makes a nest of blankets and furs on his bed and sleeps in it. He doesn't interact with people much, but he is quite cordial when he does. He doesn't allow anyone to hurt any of the campers, as he is very protective of them.

~ He has a checkered pattern of black and white scales that run along his slightly longer than average tail (about twelve feet long). From the waist up, he is human-looking and immortal. He is younger than Askeladd and about the same age as Bjorn.

~ He wouldn't be bold enough to say that he considers them friends, but they'll occasionally drink mead together and protect each other if the other is in trouble.

Thorkell (Cabin Three)

~ Are. You. Surprised. Of course, Thorkell is the son of the mighty Thor. He is the co-camp director, although Askeladd won't officially give him that title. It's a long story that involves Valkyries and Fenrir. Thorkell still calls himself the camp director and often takes the campers on dangerous (and fun!) missions. He's been grounded once or twice by Askeladd, and he just ignores Askeladd. He likes Bjorn as well, but Bjorn really dislikes him because Askeladd doesn't like him.

~ He often speaks praise of the Valkyries and their feats and is quite jealous of them, despite being a demigod. He spends a lot of his time (when he is grounded by Askeladd) in Vahalla with Thor. He drinks and eats as much as he can with the fallen soldiers. He is definitely a fan favorite and easily Thor's son.

~ He always harasses Thorfinn, and he absolutely hates his guts. Thorfinn always tries to kill Thorkell and doesn't care about the consequences. Thorkell lost his eye to Thorfinn, and now he and Odin match. Thorkell is also like the chill hippie dude who is also the counselor to all of the campers.

Garm (Cabin Four)

~ The chaotic and evil Garm is the child of Loki. He's always tricking Thorfinn and dragging him off to fight him. Thorfinn just can't get a break. Garm is always tricking other campers into the cursed woods, and few people wish to be associated with him. He is known for causing chaos and death and saving people when they most need it.

~ Garm loves hanging around with Thorkell and sparring with him any chance he gets. He often blows off classes except for training. He spends a lot of his time in the cursed woods (no one knows why or how he survives). He always comes back with his spear bloodied.

Wulf (Cabin Eight)

~ He is one of the mentally ill campers. He is always near Canute, giving him advice on various topics. He is able to divine the future and see (somewhat limitedly) across the nine realms. Heimdall taught him all of this.

~ He is the only camper in cabin eight and has the smallest cabin of them all. There were two other campers, but they mysteriously disappeared (some say Garm was the reason for their disappearance). However, Wulf has never said anything about them disappearing either. He is able to see better than most, so they trust his judgment and willingness to remain quiet and stoic.

~ He is quite fond of Canute's half-sister Estrid, even if she doesn't go to the camp.

Sigurd (Cabin Seven)

~ Sigurd has never been to Vahalla but is planning on going this summer. He hopes to be blessed by Freyr (his father) and get Gudrid's hand in marriage.

~ He gets into arguments with Einar and hates the man. He isn't greatly skilled in his blessings (magic) yet, so he is often frustrated. He hopes that Freyr will show him the way. Perhaps Freyja will bless him as well. Maybe he should go to Canute and get on his good side...

Most of the Vinland Saga characters are aged down here (to their early/late teens/early adulthood). Except for Askeladd, Bjorn, Snake, and Thorkell who are aged up (still look the same).

If you are wondering why more God's aren't on here, I'm keeping with the theme of the au, where they start out with major God's cabins and then build out to more minor ones. (I also had to use God's that would fit with the more prominent Vinland Saga characters.)

Honorable mention to Hel (the goddess of death). She was banished, so naturally any children that she may have would be shunned from the camp. Conflict on that later.

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Norse Mythology Resource

Norse Mythology Resource [#2]

Norse Mythology Resource [#3]

I have a lot more resources if you all want to do your research. These are just the ones I used for a quick refresher. Just ask me for recommendations on links, books, or experts if you want them! There's a lot of misinformation about the Norse gods and culture, so be aware of that while learning. I wish their culture and religion was better preserved.

[mountphoenixrp]

We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

           Mani, the Norse God of the Moon.            He is the owner of Bohdisattva Counseling Center.

FC NAME/GROUP: Lee Taemin / SHINee GOD NAME: Mani PANTHEON: Norse OCCUPATION: Director and Psychologist at Bohdisattva HEIGHT: 175cm DEFINING FEATURES: Generally androgynous features, long limbs, broad shoulders, round high cheeks, defined jawlines, glowy skin. He always emits a soft, moon-like aura that intensifies when the surroundings get dark, making him visible to others even in complete darkness.

PERSONALITY: Mani is a gentle enigma. His gentleness is hard-earned, as it encompassed his wisdom gained through thousands of cycles of karmic chase and run, and through thousands more of mortal lives among humans, the beings he was born to adore.

He is the Fiery One of Asgard, a fierce cosmic force that transcended the age of the Aesir and Vanir gods. His watchful gaze extends to the vulnerable, the wounded, and the scarred, offering them unwavering protection and patient guidance. To all evil entities in the Nine Worlds, he remains relentless, the lack of mercy he has for them is as clear as the moonlight in all its glory.

The Norse god of the moon stays youthful in his lunar energy, an ageless presence that can and does heal broken bones and broken hearts. Many have considered him reliable, as the moon religiously stays in the sky and its phases are never unrhythmic. While that is true, he is also the root of the English word ‘lunatic’.

Friendly, helpful, yet complex in his intertwined bright and dark sides, he can be known by many, yet can be truly understood by very few. Mani, despite rich layers of tenderness, humanity, and nurturing nature, constantly fluctuates through the repetitive phases of overjoy and melancholy. The god is generous in sharing his happiness with the world, but when sadness runs deep or when the cosmos needs to get its evilness fix, he denies them all even the slightest ray of light. He keeps guard of beings’ safety and peacefulness, but at times, he may turn them into neurotics. To everyone, the moon is approachable, as long as they remember not to get too close.

HISTORY: The moon personified Mani, whose legend is woven into the rich tapestry of Germanic mythology, is a celestial deity revered and worshipped by the Germanic tribes. His name is often invoked in prayers and spells heard throughout the lands of Scandinavia, Germany, and England.

Born into the House of Mundilfari, Mani is the son of a prideful father and the brother of Sol. The siblings’ fates were sealed the day Mundilfari honoured his children’s beauty by calling his daughter ‘sun’ and his son ‘moon’. The two’s names shone so bright their lights insulted the gods, so they were taken away and tied to two chariots that would never cross paths. Sol was ceaselessly chased by the wolf Sköll from the east to the west of the earth, while he had to flee from the jaws of Hati Hróðvitnisson from the west to the east.

And that was, as a legend once said, a long ass ride.

The chase did not end until the time of Ragnarök. In the meantime, Mani traversed the universe on his chariot drawn by the horse Hrimfaxi. His shadow tirelessly danced across the night sky, at times casting over his light to fool around with the wolf Hati. Beings were left in awe of the rhythm of his sways, so much so that they religiously observed his escapes, and learned to lace their own interpretations of the messages conveyed by his moves into poetic labels. Today’s humans collectively called his little tricks ‘moon phases’, which when he heard through the prayers of his worshippers, Mani laughed, his light shone through the night, chasing away all dark clouds and evil forces.

Mani also collected many epithets on that seemingly endless journey, gifted to him from beings in The Nine Worlds. "Fiery one" by the gods, "the hastener" by the jötnar, "the shiner" by the dwarves, "the counter of years" by the elves, "the whirling wheel" in Hel, and "moon" by mankind. Still, his favourite is the "Man in the Moon” by his English worshippers. He finds the way his name was solidified in the modern-day human’s life as the most dreadful day of the week funny, yet somewhat endearing, adding one more reason to why he had always biased the Midgards.

Despite never getting himself deeply involved in any shenanigans of Asgard, Mani has been highly regarded among his fellow Norse gods. His existence was said to precede that of Odin the All-Father, but Mani had gone so far into his moon business that he did not find the time to have that confirmed. It was ironic how easy it was for him to lose track of time, while a better part of his existence's purpose was to help others count each night passing by the Nine Worlds.

Another part of his duty was to ensure the moons, planets, stars, and tides in all worlds piously followed the rhythms of his chariot, maintaining a harmonic flow of the cosmos. Moreover, he shall give responses in one way or another whenever his name is called. Thanks to Odin the All-Father, who advised beings to invoke the moon for protection against malice forces, Mani had never since then found himself less of a busy moon. To the Norse people, he was not just a luminary far above the sky, but a guide and guardian, offering them assurance and guidance through life's challenges. Mani did that with dutiful endearment and occasional neglect, because there was only so much a god could do while the jaws of Hati were persistently hot on his (w)heels.

In some senses, Mani felt more related to humans than to his fellow gods. Once upon a time, while he was enjoying his daily chase with Hati the wolf across the sky of Midgard, Mani heard a wish. That wish was spoken by two children, a prayer sent not directly to him, but to the well Byrgir (Old Norse-"Hider of Something"). As he looked down from his chariot, Mani saw Hjúki and Bil, carrying on their shoulders the pole Simul (Old Norse-"eternal") that held the pail Sæg between them. The young siblings prayed for an escape from Viðfinnr, their neglectful, abusive father. The following evening, when Hjúki and Bil were back to the well with the pole and the pail, they saw Mani with an offer to join him through his journey across the heavens. The two never uttered a ‘yes’ faster in their life, and soon they happily followed Mani through the universes as his loyal companions and assistants.

But nothing, even the lifetime of a god, lasted forever.

Since the beginning of his existence, Mani had prepared to meet his demise foretold in Ragnarök. There was not a great surprise that came to him as one day, midway through another round of chasing, the horse Hrimfaxi collapsed, and his chariot broke itself into pieces. Mani perished in one single bite of Hati, as the god knew his time had come and there was no use fighting against it. His ‘death’ marked the first completely moonless night in the entire Nine Worlds, one of the bad omens his fellow Norse gods dreaded yet long-awaited receiving.

After Ragnarök, like some of Norse gods, Mani was revived. Hati had helped kill the old version of Mani, the chariot-bound moon god who spent his existence mostly running away from an inevitable beastly problem. Broken free from the devices that tightened him to such a miserable existence, Mani travelled the worlds on his own feet, guided and empowered by his own light.

Since then, he spent most of his time experiencing over and over the life of a human on Midgard, feeling all types of joys and pains and gains and losses, reenacting the rhythms he once danced on the chariot with perishable flesh and bones. He lost Hjúki and Bil in the flow of time, but he got for himself more children on this wolf-free journey, some he found, some he made in collaboration with those humans whose prayers he happened to hear. Mani was aware that he was not, and would not be a good father most humans would like to stereotype. Yet, as far as his lunar power could reach, none of his offspring died an unwise death on his watch. A pretty impressive job in fathering half-god humans, Mani supposed.

One day, his ears caught the name of Mount Phoenix, an island where some of his fellow Norse gods, their descendants, gods of other pantheons, and their descendants chose to call home in this universe. Looking down from above through the moonlight, Mani saw the island’s potential. And so, with his luggage almost empty - as he realised there was not much baggage he wanted to bring along - Mani made a quiet walk across the bridge to enter Mount Phoenix.

A new moon is home.

Or is it?

POWERS:

Lunar & Lunar Energy Manipulation: He can shape and manipulate all aspects of the moon(s), including its gravity and the effects it has on the planet, reflective surface, time-keeping, etc. He can also use its lunar energy to generate objects at will.

Lunar Healing: He can heal others using lunar energy. His power works on both physical and mental wounds, although mental healing often requires more time and energy. His healing power is generally more efficient during nighttime when the sky is clear.

Lunar Generation: He can generate lunar light and energy that can be used for various purposes. The generated lunar energy and objects that are created by it work decently during the daytime but reach their maximum power and capability when the sun goes down.

Lunar Vision: He can see everything that is happening on the Earth through the moonlight. As this power relies on moonlight, Mani can only observe where the moonlight can reach. He cannot see through solid, opaque materials and objects, the underground world, or the depths of rivers, seas, and oceans.

Lunaportation: He can teleport via lunar energy, as he can physically merge with the lunar energy and appear anywhere else that the moonlight can reach. This power is less effective during daytime, and even less effective when Mani is in his human vessel, hence its limited use.

STRENGTHS:

Mani can create almost all tangible objects one might think of using lunar energy. The lunar-made objects can perform just as the real ones, and their effects may be enhanced on full moon nights.

The god emits a soothing aura that keeps humans feeling relaxed and safe in his presence. His aura may have a similar effect on demigods and demigoddesses of perceived benevolent forces, while the opposite is true on descendants of perceived malevolent deities.

He is a competent healer and protector who offers help whenever he is called for.

He is creative, and his energy encourages and nurtures creativity in others. Artists, performers, writers, and creative individuals may benefit from asking for his guidance or frequently being exposed to his energy.

WEAKNESSES:

Some of his primordial powers, including lunar generation and lunarportation, have certain limitations in their effect since after Ragnarok. These limitations are most easily seen when he stays in a human vessel.

Mani is not always a good force. His dark side, though largely ephemeral, can emerge to provoke and enhance negative energies in the cosmos, including but not limited to over-hyperactivity and hallucination that prevent beings from seeing life as it is. Demigods and demigoddesses of malevolent deities may benefit from this dark energy. One will need to check the lunar phases before considering invoking the name of Mani.

He hardly lets any beings come close enough to figure out his complexity, and does not have the desire to explain himself to anyone.

He loves the worlds and their beings as a collective, but rarely truly loves them as individuals, making his gentleness and affection seem fickle and conditional at times.

[stcrforged]

heidrun is a jötunn and the guardian of bears and nature.

BACKGROUND

blood was spilled upon the snow the day god of thunder slayed all of the jötnar in midgard, but one managed to survive this bloodbath. heidrun, being a descendant of skaði. heard the call of the wild that day and made the decision to leave the mountain. she always answered when nature whispered her name. the thrill of the hunt took her far away from the mountain and she didn’t notice the arrival of thor until it was too late. the screams travelled through the veins of the mountains, filling the earth with grief while the ground was painted red.

she ran and didn’t stop until her feet stepped in warm liquid. the sight before her was horrible. it was a nightmare that had come true. the snow was stained. there were corpses everywhere. no survivors. grief filled her and it hurted like nothing she had ever experienced.

she laid down in a cave at the foot of a mountain and cried. she cried for years and years. moss started to grow and at last there was nothing left of her. when the single tear had been shed, something else started to grow inside her. deep down below, something rumbled and filled her veins. rage. all this rage.

she broke free from the earth with a giant roar. the mountains shook and the sky cried for she was one of the last giants. this was her time and she would not rest until her kin had been avenged. thor and odin would die by her hands and the nine realms would know her name.

INVOLVEMENT

the all-father heard the whispers. one of the giants had survived, but he did not care. for what could one woman do against him and his realm? having a cruel sense of humor, he named the goat which produces mead for the einherjar after her. the mockery reached her, only adding more wood to the fire, the rage burning so much brighter. the sleep had been long and the world was changed. she needed to adapt of she wished to survive. it was in the shape of a bear, not human, she gathered tales and secrets. old and new ones. it was an attempt to avoid the drunk god and it was successful. she was never found.

it wasn't until many years later that she decided to leave midgard. she travelled to vanaheim. there she met freyr and the rest of the resistance. she offered her help. she wanted the all-father and the god of thunder to burn and this became the beginning of her revenge. the wild nature of the other realm was enchanting and she enjoyed her company. it felt satisfying, to help and at the same time interrupting odin’s plans. she was not often at the camp. her soul was wild and she liked to wander. it was easier that way. to help other and to fight enemies. but the day freyr and byggvir was captured by the einherjar, she returned. they were her friends after all and friends helped each other.

finding freyr and byggvir was not a problem for heidrun, as she was a descendant of skaði, the queen of the hunt. only byggvir managed to escape during the sudden eclipse. they retreated to the camp and it was in there she met two peculiar strangers. kratos and atreus. the young boy was in shock when he saw the frost giant. it was during their short journey to the temple were freyr was being hold captured that she learned the boy had another name. loki. he had many question which she understood. together they managed to free the god.

heidrun did not travel with kratos and the others to asgard. it was during the great battle she appeared, together with angrboda and fenrir. she wore a full jötnar armor and her form was different. she was as tall as thamur. it was impressive and terrifying. sometime during ragnarök she transformed into a giant bear. she fought together with fenrir for a while before her brown eyes caught sight of the god of thunder. the fire inside her ignited and she battled him. she managed to injure him a bit, but then the serpent arrived and his hates for thor was bigger than her, bigger than the world. she stepped aside and continue to fight elsewhere.

after ragnarök, heidrun decided to stay in midgard to help. she began repairing the jötnar’s old sanctury in the mountains. she also visited angrboda and helped with the animals (and to keep her grandmother in check).

SIGNATURE WEAPON

heidrun has a signature spear. the blade is long and sharp. it was one of the few things she found after the massacre of her people. lúnda has improved it with magic and other materials. since it contains magic, it can change size and it can be turned into a pendant which heidrun wears around her neck.

APPEARANCE

her body is covered with several tattoos. her fingers is decorated with runes. her two arms are decorated with a bear each and within the bears are even more runes. a black line runs from her lips to the end of her throat. she usually wears blue war paint one her cheeks as well.

OTHER

hasn’t spoken with the serpent since she doesn’t want to draw thor’s attention

hasn’t dared to travel to jötunheim since she doesn’t want to expose her realm to the all-father.

has a very lovely singing voice. it’s mighty and beautiful.

good with herbs, animals, hunting and tracking.

has met laufey in vanaheim.

[greatliie]

This is a TEMPORARY PINNED POST while I try to get graphics in order-- which will be after Halloween. BUT--

This is a sideblog to @nerdynanny and where all the Lokis will be moved. ATM there's a handful of active Loki muses here. Full dossiers wip.

Atreus: Champion of the Jötnar- Son of a god from a pantheon long lost, now going by the alias of 'Loki', this Atreus is canon through Ragnarok. Heavily Affiliated with @fatedechoes [Laufey] and @movemnt [Kratos]

Loki of Midgard: AU Atreus formerly on @laufayeson. He's now the Lord of Mischief. Loki has aged dramatically since Fimbulwinter. He’s a time jumping impish entity of chaos. He experiences time outside of chronological order due to a curse set upon him by someone he’d once held dear. He’s a far cry from the boy he once was– though there are moments when Atreus shines through among all the Loki energy he exudes. Usually when he’s doing archery– which he engages with less and less as man evolves. The spoken word is powerful enough on its own– but combined with his mastery of magic, he really has no need.

Basim Ibn Ishaq: A reincarnated Isu formerly known as 'Loki'. Basim takes many years to come to terms with his identity-- but it's not til he meets Eivor that he truly becomes Loki. Post timeskip Loki is also available.

God of Stories Loki: Post Loki series canon-- Post Deadpool. EXTREMELY selective due to the fact that this Loki exists outside time and space and everything. So like he doesn't socialize a lot. But hey-- Deadpools. Swing by. He likes your vibe.

TVA Loki: Loki Series AU - TVA Agent Loki. He works in tandem with Agent Mobius to ensure any variants are properly sorted. Can work in either old or new TVA for some weird reason that no one comments on. [See K.E.V.I.N. for details]

Loki: Formerly on @greatliie-blog. AU Endgame Loki. Due to Tony meddling with the timeline, Loki was freed and had the Tesseract in his possession. He soon learned that the timeline had been fractured– and his escape was never meant to be. Thankfully the multiverse was permitted to thrive-- so Loki disguised himself [poorly] among the human population.

He learned of the loss of his family, his home, and himself. He's insulted to have died at the hands of Thanos, and makes it his mission to avoid most Avenger Level issues. Loki is a man without purpose– and thus does what he does best, aims to make mischief.

[niyotech]

God of War Ragnarok is coming before the end of the year

God of War Ragnarok is coming before the end of the year

Kratos and Atreus return from their vacation. Today Sony not only delivered a new trailer for GoW Ragnarok, but also revealed the expected release date for November 9 of this year. The title will be available on PlayStation 5, but also on playstation4. It will also be possible to opt for the Collector and Jötnar editions of the game which contain various goodies such as a replica (in 16 inches)…

[pastelsunday]

New Year Jötnar - Nótt

Dagr is also available on my page!

[dr-lokidottir]

Order and Chaos: Loki and Odin as the primordial energies.✨

As a Völva once very wisely told me: Loki and Odin are two sides of the same coin.

Well, what I want to share is from the perspective of someone who loves to think a lot, a passionate pagan devotee of the great wolf Fenrir and the god of tricks and fire, Loki. Above all, I am also a student of health sciences, educated in genetics, astronautical sciences and neuroscience. Including the divine in my daily practices, especially watching in awe of science and seeing how the gods, of whatever pantheon, are so present with their magic, teachings and love.

I'm writing this with Loki's candle lit, it's extremely high and dancing a lot, releasing beautiful sparks, so I guess it's right and good *smiley face*.

Well, let's start.

Many lovers like me of mythology know that there has always been this dispute of "Odin is the good guy" and "Loki is the bad guy". Many of the myths were written after the arrival of Christianity to the Nordic countries, so as always, Christians wanted to screw up by leaving the god Odin as "God Almighty", Loki as "Satan" and Thor or even Balder, as "Jesus". I'm no expert on history honestly, but what I've read has at least taught me that.

Also the bad, awful, terrible and horrendous habit of Christianity to polarize everything, has left even the Jötnar, the giants, as evil energies or beings, when they are simply forces of chaos, and Thor as the brave protector of order. Loki as the generator of evil, catastrophes and chaos (ignoring that he was the one who gave the golden hair to Sif, his hammer to Thor, Frey his barc and Odin his spear, among others).

Leaving aside all that mythological talk, when I say that Loki and Odin are the primordial forces and that is not why they are positive and negative, I am talking about the fact that without chaos there is no order, and without order, there is chaos.

This includes his most recognized sons:

Thor represents the order that balances chaos. Fenrir represents the beginning of chaos to generate the end of a cycle. Jörmungandr represents cycles and even time itself. Hel represents the life and death of everything, from the dead to the galaxies themselves. Balder, however, represented that perfect order where nothing is wrong, which is even suspicious, that light so correct, that white color without any stain, that fabric without any wrinkle... It was so orderly perfect that it had to be destroyed by chaos itself, Loki.

From the perspective of a person of science and a pagan, I would like to make a list of things where I see the God Odin and the God Loki in nature. I want to clarify that this is not a scientific post, it is simply my personal experience and point of view:

Loki is the nuclear fusion within the stars that produces the heat and electromagnetic radiation necessary for the creation of matter and even life. Odin is the 75% Hydrogen and 24% Helium that is produced from this nuclear fusion within the core of the stars so that the universe is balanced and matter can exist.

Odin is gravity, that incredible force of attraction that allows matter to attract each other in a perfect way. Loki is the asteroids that collide against the planets, the black holes caused by the excess of gravity that absorb everything in their path like monsters, the collision between galaxies and the explosion of supernovae.

Loki is the animal, bacterium, creature that decided to leave its aquatic environment millions of years ago, breaking the status quo, to discover the terrestrial world. Odin is the right evolution. Loki is the new genetic code and Odin the one in charge of following it properly until another change must happen.

[rainbowdonkee]

Full art for Dagr and Nott: New Year Jötnar!

Artist: cuboon

[lady-rose-moon]

There's More Than One God

A/N: sit tight because this one will be a RIDE. This is set before the events of The Essex Serpent!

Warnings: christianity in the 19th century, masturbation, reader is the Goddess of Sex

Part One { Part Two

You had many partners throughout your long life. Aesir, Vanir, a few dwarves and though you'd never admit it, a fair few Jötnar. You weren't the naive little thing that inherited the title of Goddess of Sex any more. You were experienced in your talent, able to seduce a man just by a wink or bring a woman to her knees before you with just a kiss to their knuckles.

The prayers that people sent to you were sometimes downright sinful, asking for the most powerful orgasms in the most fucked up ways. Some people begged to be able to slip into bed with their crush, some prayed that the one they lusted for would have a wet dream about them. But some were silent prayers, silent even to the ones praying. Those were your favourite.

You hadn't received a prayer thus since a woman had silently prayed to you and begged you to give her and her dying husband a child. The woman had prayed silently, unconsciously, knowing that she could not bring herself to ask out loud for a piece of her husband to linger on Midgard even after his death.

You smiled upon them as two months later, the woman showed a positive pregnancy test to her husband. Despite the husband dying five months into the pregnancy, the woman carried on with his son inside her.

Your role as the Goddess of Sex began when you reached maturity at 750 years old. You had stood in front of King Odin as he bestowed the honour onto you after your predecessor, your mother, had agreed to pass on her title and settle.

Your temple was erected, the many Realms beliefs changing to accommodate you as the new Goddess of Sex. Your power gave people the confidence in sex that they would normally have out of it.

It seemed, though, that during your time exploring your gift, people sought you out to little more than abuse the power you possessed. Your naivete told you that they cared but your early sexual partners just knew that your power would grant them the phenomenal orgasm they needed to move on. Although, after this happened three times, you learned how to make sure they never have an orgasm again and that was that.

You had never turned your attention towards Midgard before, its lonesome planet in orbit of a star that burned dimmer than the one you were used to. The sexual desires of the people inhabiting this planet were wretched, keeping women pure until they married and then if they were never married, shaming them for it. Preposterous!

Women were allowed to explore themselves before marriage, and find the right one for them but APPARENTLY, that didn't apply to the small planet in the middle of nowhere! The prayers from that planet were truly sinful, offering you sacrifices in return for sleeping with the married woman they had lusted over for years.

One coastal town, however, stuck out to you. Aldwinter. There was something there that called to you and you were curious to find out.

Walking down the Bifrost, you smiled at the Gatekeeper. "Where to, Lady Y/L/N?"

"Midgard, Heimdall," you replied, a casual tone placed on your tongue as you turned to face the Gatekeeper, "Aldwinter but place me down in a forest? I wouldn't want the residents to panic."

Heimdall nodded and turned his sword, opening the Bifrost and transporting you to where you felt you needed to be. The last thing you heard the Gatekeeper whisper, though, confused you.

"I hear Prince Loki is away. I hope he comes home soon."

~~~~~~~~

Making your way out of the forest Heimdall had dropped you in, your seiðr changed your Asgardian gown into a long skirt with not that much fabric, a blouse, some boots with fur at the top for warmth and a travel coat over the top. Buttoning up the coat, you started the trek into town, watching children run by laughing and shouting to one another.

You saw on the calendar in somebody's window that it was a Sunday. Ah, they would all be getting prepared to go to their church.

Finding a quiet street to lean against a house, you dove into your power and searched for the prayer that tugged you down here. There! That glow! Innocent and silent. It was a silent prayer! After so long, you yearned to know the silent desire that someone hid even from themselves.

This was a man, someone very respected in this town, that was silently wishing for a reason to keep going. A plea to God begging for him to be real, a sign, anything! His silent prayer also whispered his wish to have someone who loved him, to have a family. Intrigued, you opened your eyes and followed the tug of the prayer.

Coming upon the church, you saw the priest outside. He was greeting the townspeople who were entering the church, a bright smile on his face as he laughed with a few of them. Your heart raced at the sight of his smile, something about him felt right.

"Hello," you greeted, stopping at the door to take a look at the man in front of you. He seemed to be in his late 20's, his black hair in that awkward phase where it hung just below his ears but made him look so innocent. Unmarried, hadn't lost his virginity, either. "I was wondering," you continued as you evaluated him, "If I may join your sermon today? I'm new to town."

"Of course," the priest responded, his eyes gliding over your porcelain skin and down your outfit, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he met your eyes again, "all are welcome in the house of God. My name is Will Ransome."

"Y/L/N. Y/N Y/L/N," you responded with a smile, "it is lovely to meet you, Will Ransome."

The way you purred his name had Will's cock stirring in his pants beneath the smock he wore. Your hair was pulled back beautifully, accentuating your jawline and your eyes. Your breasts were rounded perfectly and Will swore if your travel coat was off, he would see your hard nipples. Taking a deep breath, Will gestured for the door with a polite smile to hide the fact that he had just imagined you bare before him. "Please, do sit down."

With a smile, you walked into the church, your hand tracing Will's chest as you walked past and you grinned when you heard him inhale sharply before hurriedly turning to greet more visitors.

Sitting in a pew at the front, you watched as a man walked in drunkenly and plonked himself down into the pew beside you. From what you could tell of him on the tip of your magic, he hadn't slept with someone for decades, he wasn't happy and he was sexually frustrated. He even abstained from pleasing himself. Impressive.

The sermon began and you found that you were instantly drawn in by the deep, rich voice of the man standing at the altar in front of you. His smock hid his hardened cock but you could practically smell the arousal seeping out of him every time his gaze locked with yours.

The gentle coughs he made after looking away from you made you bow your head and bite away a smile, you were getting to him already and you hadn't even done anything. Straightening your back, you shrugged off your travel coat, revealing your blouse and your hardened nipples beneath. You stared at him innocently, cocking an eyebrow when he stumbled over his words, his eyes falling to your chest before snatching his gaze away and apologising to the crowd before continuing.

While everyone sand hymns, stood and stared down at their songbook, Will allowed himself to cast his gaze over to you. Your voice was more melodic than he had ever heard from anyone in Aldwinter before. He ignored the beating of his heart and the silent desperation that was trying to encourage him to talk to you.

You felt it again, that tug of a silent prayer. Except, the prayers filling the room weren't directed at you apart from one. Will. He was praying to you, silently, unknowingly, and it warmed your heart.

'Please, if there is a God, allow me to get to know this girl better. She's so amazing and different. I would happily kneel for her.'

Colour rose to your cheeks as you took in the priest before you, his eyes scanning over the crowd as they sang before they once again landed on you. His eyes looked like the ocean, containing so much emotion and depth. You could see small flecks of green and gold mixed into the blue and you wanted to just get lost in his eyes forever.

Everyone stood and got ready to leave, gathering their things and sending thankful looks toward Will. You could feel his arousal building as you remained seated but you stood moments after the row behind you and left along with everyone else, hearing Will's silent prayer again but this time filled with the sorrow of your exit and his wish for you to come back.

Once alone in the church, Will took off his smock and checked every room to make sure Father Matthew had also left before marching up to your pew and dropping to his knees before the coat that you had left behind. Bunching it up in his hands, the pastor brought it up to his nose and took a breath, his cock throbbing at the scent of perfume. With a sigh, Will sat on the pew and kept your coat close to his nose as he untucked his cock from his pants and delicately traced the underside of his shaft, gasping slightly from sensitivity.

Your scent intoxicated him, you smelled so perfect and he knew that he was sinning past forgiveness for a woman that he had just met but the idea of you felt so right in his mind that he forgot completely at that moment. His hand wrapped around his aching cock and he started to thrust his hand down, his head rolling back in an instant with relief.

Will stroked himself lazily as he sniffed your coat, again and again, his hand picking up speed as electricity started to tingle through his thighs and his balls began to clench, his back arching off the pew as he imagined you riding his cock into oblivion, moaning and screaming his name for God to hear above you. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear the door creak open until it was too late.

"Enjoying my coat, Father?" came the melodic voice he longed for and his eyes shot open, his release ebbing away as he fumbled to hide his cock back in his pants. You eyed him hungrily, your thighs pressed together as you watched his tongue wet his lips again and his eyes dart around instead of meeting yours.

"Who knew that the great William Ransome would succumb to desire thus?" you smirked, your boots clicking against the stone as you moved to stand in front of him, cupping his chin with one hand to stare into his beautiful eyes, "what would the townspeople think of their vicar? What would God think?"

"Don't tell them," Will whimpered, his eyes watering as he stared up at you, unable to look anywhere else, "please, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"

You shushed him gently, pressing a finger to his lips and smiling at him. "There is more than one God, Will, one God in particular smiles upon you today."

Will stared at you in confusion, his head tilted and a tear slipped from his eye which you caught with your thumb. You cooed at him, your eyes falling to his hard cock straining against his pants.

"Kneel," you ordered, watching his cock throb between his legs as he quickly dropped from the pew to kneel before you, his eyes widened in surprise but also eagerness. "Look at you," you purred, smiling down at him, "so willing. Don't cease your actions on my account, baby, keep going."

Will's shoulders sagged in relief when he was given permission to continue pleasuring himself, eagerly unsheathing his cock to continue his fast pace as he stared up into your eyes and took in your intoxicating scent. His hand began to feel sore as he continued to pump his length but his eyes never left yours, the electricity running through him which made his toes curl and his eyes roll.

The moment you saw him look away, you grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you, pressing your boot between his legs and you instantly felt him gasp and groan, rolling his hips against your boot. "My god," you whispered in surprise with a smirk on your face, "you're into this kinky shit, aren't you?"

You pressed your boot harder against his cock and the priest whined, leaning forward to stroke your calf as he rubbed his cock against the role of your boot. Taking a look into his mind, your cunt clenched at the filthy thoughts plaguing his mind.

"Gotta please her, she's so beautiful, so stunning. I'd happily kneel for her forever. Her foot feels so good! Fuck I'm gonna cum!"

You smirked and gently rubbed the sole of your boot up and down the shaft of your treasured priest. "Oh, sweet thing, you gonna cum for me? Gonna fall apart for me on my boot like the disgusting sinner you are?" you teased as he moaned, his forehead resting against your knee.

"I'm sorry! I'm gonna cum! Please can I cum? Please, please, please!" Will begged, pleasure overtaking his body as his hips thrust up against your boot as he moaned, "please, mistress!"

You smirked and cupped his cheek, guiding him to look up at you as you tilted your head, your magic flowing from your fingers into his veins to make his orgasm all that more powerful, "cum."

With that, Will's hips became erratic and he chased that high he desperately needed and his scream filled the church as stripes of cum flowed from his cock and onto your boot and the floor beneath him. Exhausted, the priest rested his head against your knee again and heaved for breath, a smile on his face as he came down from the best orgasm of his life.

As he came down, you cupped his cheek again and guided him to his feet, helping him sheath his cock and you smiled at him. "I won't tell anyone," you whispered, watching him sigh in relief, "can I come home with you?"

Will wet his lips again as he stared at you, your hair and your calm body with your eyes being the only thing that showed your arousal. With a shy nod, Will held your hand and guided you out of the back door and started to head for the house that he had built with the help of the townspeople after moving away from his family.

You watched as he walked, noting the slight limp in his step from his aching cock and you giggled, intertwining your fingers as you walked, looking up at him innocently and he couldn't help but smile back at you. Something about this man caused your heart to flutter. He was perfect, truly an inspiration to you. His voice was like honey, his eyes were the most beautiful blue you had ever seen, his lithe but built body was perfect, his cock was sculpted perfectly and his ass. Oh, his ass! You had to push away the sinful thoughts before they sunk through into his mind and corrupted him before you had a chance to yourself.

Once you were in his house, Will helped you out of your travel coat and guided you into the living room, shuffling his feet nervously as he waited for you to say something.

"Do you only believe in one God, Will?" you asked, walking over to a bookcase and lightly tracing the spines of various types of books with your nails, smiling at his choices. You turned away from the bookcase to stare at the priest and you saw that he was watching you with a raised brow.

"There is only one God, my dear," Will whispered, his eyes boring into you and you scoffed, his heart falling quickly at your disregard for his belief.

"I said before, my sinner, that there is more than one God and one is smiling upon you," you whispered, prowling towards him and you watched him instinctively take a step back. You didn't hold it against him, it was Midgardian instinct.

Will shook his head, keeping eye contact with you, "you're mistaken," he whispered, "there is only one God, Y/N, he is the almighty."

You giggled and raised an eyebrow before pushing his shoulder, "kneel."

Will's cock stood at attention again moments later as he knelt easily, his eyes never leaving yours. "Take off my skirt," you demanded, watching Will gulp and wet his lips again, "problem?"

"No, ma'am, it's just... we are not married," Will whispered, his hands bunching your skirts hesitantly and his heart soared when you cooed and ran your hand through his hair.

"Marriage is a simple task, Will, one we do not need. Now, take off my skirt," you demanded and Will eagerly pulled your skirt off, revealing your bare cunt to his eyes and he groaned, a hand darting to his straining cock as he started at your glistening pussy.

Will looked up at you hesitantly, his eyes showing such innocence that you knew you had to corrupt him, you had to make him beg for more, to seek for more, you needed him. "Eat up, my sweet little sinner, your God has turned away from you but I am here."

Will greedily took your pussy into his mouth, lapping up your juices and moaning as he latched onto your clit, swirling his tongue around it and slurping up any of your juices, his hand sneaking between your thighs to insert one finger into your awaiting cunt and you moaned in delight, rolling your hips against his face as your eyebrows screwed together.

You whined softly as Will increased the speed of his tongue circling your clit, deep breaths becoming harder and harder to take as your orgasm built up and you gasped as your hand shot down to hold his black hair, "Will! Mmm, fuck, make me cum, baby, my little sinner, make me cum!"

Obediently, Will kept lapping at your pussy as he inserted two more fingers into your desperate cunt, fucking you hard and curling the fingers to hit that spot inside you that made you see stars and you screamed as your thighs clamped around his head, your hips rocking against his mouth as your climax hit you like a wave. You rode out your high on his face and whined when Will pulled his fingers out of you.

"I am Y/N, Goddess of Sex, I told you... there's more than one God out there... Lay down... we're not done," you ordered him through heavy breaths, watching his eyes widen as he stared up at you before something clicked in his mind and he got down on one knee with his hand over his heart.

"Yes, my goddess," he whispered before lying down on the rug, his eyes never leaving your form.

Licking your lips, you walked over to him and took off your blouse, standing with your feet on either side of your hips. Slowly, you dropped to your knees and lined his cock up with your cunt, slowly sinking down until he was bottomed out. Fuck, if you hadn't known he was mortal, you'd think he was a God!

Throwing your head back, you moaned and rolled your hips down against him, slapping a hand over your mouth as your eyebrows knitted and Will's hands attached to your hips. Slowly, you righted yourself and began to bounce on his cock, moaning and whimpering in pleasure as tears formed in the corners of your eyes. Your magic was sparking and fizzling, Will's eyes locked onto your body bouncing on his cock.

The young priest gasped as you continued to fuck yourself on his cock and his hands slipped around you to your back, pushing you down until you were leaned over and he latched onto one of your breasts, teasing the nipple and suckling as you whimpered and rocked your hips harder against him. Sucking in a breath, Will massaged one of your nipples while sucking on the other, nipping it and twisting it with his teeth as he listened to your drunken moans above him.

"Oh fuck! Mmmm, you feel so good inside me, baby, do you like that? So deep within your Goddess? Yeah? Mmmm, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" you moaned, gently pulling his mouth off of your nipple so you could sit up again and you looked between the two of you and moaned when you saw a bulge in your abdomen.

Oh, Norns above this man was definitely a God, sculpted out of clay and given to the mortal world as a fucking blessing. He made a bulge in your stomach for fucks sake!! You gently palmed the bulge and screamed when Will threw his head back and roared as he came deep inside you, you toppling over the edge with him as you screamed his name.

Moments passed and you sucked in heavy breaths, your eyes locked on Will as he ran a hand through his hair and laughed to himself, "you're a Goddess. A real Goddess! How did I not see that?!"

"Because I didn't want you to, not yet," you whispered sleepily, whining when he pulled out of you but cuddling into his chest when he picked you up bridal style and carried you upstairs.

Some few hours later, you awoke to a pleasurable feeling between your thighs and you saw Will's mouth latched onto your wet cunt and you laughed softly, running your hand through his hair as you moaned, "Gods above, you're insatiable!"

Will chuckled and pulled away just long enough to answer you, "you corrupted me, my Goddess, I'm addicted to your sweet cunt," before dropping back to eating you.

Moaning, your head rolled to the side and you smirked as you thought, 'yes, yes I did.'

~~~~~~~~~~~

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

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[odisn]

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃  𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄  𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  Æ𝐒𝐈𝐑  𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐋 .

(      Thor Odinson’s undoing ,  Thor Odinson’s sacrifice .      )    

many will argue for years to come about Thor’s decision   -------------------   on the one hand ,  he should have ignored the history between Jötunheimr and Ásgarðr ,  removed arrogant thoughts from his mind ,  and led as a strategist instead of a warrior .    and on the other hand ,  the five doomed tasks were foretold ,  a closing chapter in Thor’s life as prince ,  king ,  or even leader of the realm .    without fulfilling that destiny ,  the nine realms would never be free of war and conflict . 

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 :  five years after Ragnarøkr .     Thor and the Asgardians have settled a few miles from Grundarfjörður ,  Iceland ,  Earth ,  and have successfully rebuilt their realm ,  with Thor leading as the King of this new Ásgarðr .

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 :     the conflict takes place in the depths of Jötunheimr .

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 :     Útgarða-Loki ,  also known as Skrýmir ,  by which he will be referred to in the remaining text .

a giant's giant ,  a truly vast creature ,  the ruler of all of Jötunheimr ,  though legend has it he wasn't born on that icy realm ,  but came straight from Ginnungagap   ;   born of a point where mist ,  ice ,  and ash meet in those dark ,  gaping jaws .   he has and always will be Thor's greatest adversary ,  one that Thor hasn't been able to defeat ,  and likely never will .   the last time they fought ,  Skrýmir referred to Thor's mighty force ,  with the indefatigable Mjölnir ,  as a mere sensation of something falling from a tree ,  and landing on his body .

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 :    Skrýmir is one of many creatures Odin   ---   through Thor   ---   wronged ,  hundreds of years ago .    a battle that was only initiated because of the Æsir’s long - standing hatred towards the giants ,  and one that seemed to escalate unnecessarily ,  leaving many Jötnar dead .    Thor’s battle with Skrýmir ended with Skrýmir shamed ,  throneless ,  and exiled for his remaining lifetime ,  until he found himself a chance at redemption .

Skrýmir learned of the death of Odin , and decided to take this opportunity to exact his revenge on Ásgarðr ,  but principally ,  Thor .      revenge not as a means to kill   ;  for killing the one who not so long ago saved so many realms from Ragnarøkr could initiate a war detrimental to the Jötnar .   but instead ,  revenge as a means to strip away title ,  a home ,  a people .

Thor has a dream in which Skrýmir summons him to Jötunheimr    ---   and initial deliberation confirms that this could be the setting for the fateful five tasks ,  the ones that may see Thor in ruins .    the king of Ásgarðr argues that not heeding to Skrýmir’s demands may be detrimental in and of itself ,  as it could lead to another war when Ásgarðr least expects it .     plus ,  on Midgardian soil ,  the humans could be the ones to pay the price .       he makes the decision to leave at first light for Jötunheimr ,  setting off with Loki ,  and two other warriors ,  Þjálfi and Röskva .    he fully expects to fight ,   as is the nature of the dynamic between the Jötnar and the Æsir .

at Skrýmir’s castle ,  Thor ,  Loki and the others walk through the vast halls   -------------------   and end up barricaded in by legions of Jötnar and monsters ,  essentially trapped in this room ,  to listen to Skrýmir's request .

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃 :   I wish to regain my title at Jötunheimr's throne . I cannot do this while you ,  Thor ,  Son of Odin ,  remain King of Ásgarðr   ---   you are my undoing ,  my fall from power ,  as I intend to be yours .  

so here is my demand :  four challenges ,  of your choosing ,  in whichever feat you believe you can defeat either myself or a warrior of my choice .     if I win all of these challenges ,  I regain my rightful place on the throne of Jötunheimr ,  and you lose your place in Ásgarðr .    you're exiled from your lands until your dying breath .     if I lose but even a single one ,  you remain king ,  and i'll concede .

choose not to participate ,  and I will kill you all ,  and send my armies straight for your new Asgardian home .

relieved at the mention of four ,  not five ,  challenges   ---   and with conditions that seemed too easy ,  Thor agrees ,  and they swear an unbreakable oath ,  on Odin’s name ,  to the terms in this demand .

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒 .

𝟎𝟏 .         Loki ,  understanding that these challenges could revolve around anything ,  challenges Skrýmir to ,  essentially ,  an eating contest  :    Skrýmir agrees ,  choosing a being named Logi to compete against the trickster god .   given meat to consume ,  Loki uses their sorcery to double the quantity on their opponent’s table ,  thus slowing Logi down ,  but to no avail .    unbeknownst to Loki or the other Æsir ,  Logi is not a normal being ,  but a physical manifestation of  FIRE ,  specifically of Múspellsheimr   -------------------   the very fire that ravaged the realm of  Ásgarðr during their doomsday .  and this fire cannot be stopped ,  cannot be slowed .   Logi defeats Loki with ease .

𝟎𝟐 .        Þjálfi decides on a race of speed ,  attempting to run a race against anyone Skrýmir chooses .     a being named Hugi competes against Þjálfi ,  and across three races ,  Hugi wins every time   -------------------   running so fast that he meets his opponent several times in the overlap .    again ,  beyond the awareness of the Æsir ,  Skrýmir cheated and chose an opponent that represented  THOUGHT ,  a manifestation of memory and idea ,  which no - one could possibly outrun .

𝟎𝟑 .         Thor opts for a drinking contest ,  claiming he can deplete any vessel within minutes ,  regardless of volume .   two horns are filled with water ,  but Thor finds himself exhausted after only three ,  massive gulps .    again ,  the giant cheated ,  having filled his horn adequately but connecting Thor’s vessel to the oceans of Miðgarðr ,  which kept the horn full no matter how much Thor drank .

𝟎𝟒 .         angered by his loss ,  Thor picks another challenge ,  spotting a small ,  cat - like creature in the corner of the room .    the challenge he opts for ,  strategically simple :   if he can lift the creature ,  he wins .    Skrýmir ,  amused ,  agrees   -------------------   but try as he might ,  Thor only succeeds in lifting a single paw ,  the pet surprisingly heavy ,  immovable .    under the guise of a cat ,  this creature was actually the serpent Jörmungandr ,  which had unlocked itself from its coil around Miðgarðr moments prior to Ragnarøkr ,  and now wandered free along the world tree ,  finding itself in the land of the giants at this moment .

it should’ve ended there ,  but the prophecy dictated five trials ,  one way or another   ---   and Thor ,  enraged ,  was eager to redeem himself and win back his title to the throne .   they only needed to win a single task to bring Skrýmir down ,  after all .      unanimous decision for a final trial seals their fate .

𝟎𝟓 .         Thor picks a challenge around his best trait  :   his strength .    he demands a fight with a giant in the hallway   ---   and is jeered in response by all ,  implying Thor’s too weak for such a serious battle .   he persists ,  threatens ,  and in the end ,  Skrýmir concedes ,  mockingly finding Thor the oldest ,  frailest giant in the castle .     it should be a clear victory   ;   but Thor finds himself struggling to best the opponent ,  and eventually falls to his knees ,  defeated .    it’s at this point Skrýmir reveals his tricks ,  and speaks about how Thor wasn’t fighting a giant ,  but instead a manifestation of  OLD AGE ,  which no soul in the nine can evade .

it’s with this bright flash of light the Asgardians are sent back to Earth ,  the immediate disappearance of a castle ,  of armies ,  and of Skrýmir ,  replaced instead with a feeling of loss ,  of dread ,  of defeat .     Skrýmir’s damning final words linger in the skies ,  the atmosphere around them  :

“  now ,  for your sake and for ours ,  leave Jötunheimr ,  leave Ásgarðr ,  and never come back .   ”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 :     having sworn an oath on Odin ,  Thor knows what he must do .   instead of returning home ,  he sets out across Earth   -------------------   but not before holding a council with Loki and their companions .   together ,  they decide to leave Ásgarðr in the hands of Brunnhilde .   (         verse dep.   this would be Sif’s rule ,  given she is the rightful queen of Ásgarðr        )         Loki will ensure the realm’s safety .

and Thor instead ,  loses title ,  and his right to the realm ,  and becomes instead a protector of Miðgarðr   -------------------   living in seclusion in a cabin in the forest ,  somewhere across the world ,  his location unknown to all but one or two people . 

initial stages of reaction are difficult to control  :   Thor finds himself perpetually enraged ,  saddened ,  and full of regret at his loss .   there’s talk of storms that blanket entire countries ,  deluges of rainfall bringing talks of the apocalypse .   he drinks more than he should ,  gains weight ,  and refuses to speak to others .

but over time ,  Thor grows to accept his fate ,  relieved at the fact that the prophecy cost no lives on either side ,  aware of the part he played in ensuring peace ,  even if it was at a cost to him .    he grows more attuned to nature around him ,  emerging into civilisation only to meet friends ,  keep the Earth safe ,  or to feel connected with the new home he’s made for himself .

[poormeowmeowcollector]

Let me give you my life

Pairing: Loki x Tesseract

Warnings: Major Character Death, Mourning, delusions, mental illness, alcohol, Original Character Death, Odin, fantastic racism

Summary: After Frigga's funeral, Loki starts hearing a voice. It changes their life completely.

Chapter 4: Bridge and Chorus

Chapter summary: the aftermath

Chapter warnings: Odin, Major Character Death, suicide

Chapter note: this chapter is dedicated to @lucywrites02 because she pretended to be a bad bitch yesterday.

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No masters or kings when the ritual begins

The shackles sing as Loki walks towards the throne, fighting back a grin. Odin, on the other hand, sits on his high quality chair, believing to be intimidating.

"You have committed a grave crime against the-" Odin tries to speak, but Loki chuckles.

"I know what I have done, Odin. No need to repeat yourself," they interrupt, using a voice they've been hiding in their throat since they learned how to speak.

And it has so much to say…

"Has your mother taught you no respect for your king?" They yell, their favourite way of speaking to Loki. In all these years, Loki cowarded away at this voice, scared of a physical expression of the anger. This time, he laughs at it.

"Not my mother, and I have no king but myself," they smile, watching a new wave of anger flashing in the old charlatan's face.

"Silence! You never knew how to shut this mouth of yours!" Odin raises his voice, hoping to see the now natural cowering of Loki. The only answer is another laugh.

"Do you really want me to start speaking, Odin? To see who is truly guilty, with all these good dicks and whores listening?" Loki asks, a glow in his eyes as he gestures around as wide as the shackles allow. The harshness of their tongue makes the nobles who watch the "trial" gasp.

"Who taught you this language?" The old man spits, narrowing one eye.

"Apart from your anger? And that old warrior you ordered to teach Thor and me how to survive in a forest? And there are the guards, I can name a few but stitching is a worse crime than murder…" he mutters, acting if like he's chatting with a cup of tea other than being on a trial for murder.

There's no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

"Enough with your games! Why did you murder Lord Gæirasson in cold blood?" Odin asks the "big question", as if the right answer will lift the charges from Loki's name.

"Because… one, because he was a racist and offended me, to which the punishment is death. Two, because he started a war-"

"You started a war, Loki," Thor interrupts, taking Odin's side, like every time.

"A war had been started. Let's not blame people, Thor. Now where were I? Oh, yeah, at how Gæirasson started a war. Also, he refused to pay his taxes and you know how seriously I took my responsibility of being in charge of the palace's finances. Did war crimes against my people, father would be proud the son of a bitch is dead. And lastly, but definitely not least, a dreadful sense of fashion. Have you seen what his grooms wear? I think I threw up in my mouth when I saw it…" they finish with the rumbling, not even thinking of answering seriously. Odin will execute him anyways, would some fun be so bad?

"I said, enough with the games!" Odin basically screeches, their face going red.

In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene

"For the murder of a lord, cause of a war and disrespect towards the throne, I Odin Allfather sentence you to a life in the dungeons," he decides.

"Dungeons? Not axe? Did Frigga's ghost or this moron talk you out of killing me?" Loki questions, taking their turn to narrow their eyes.

"If you keep talking, I might change my mind," Odin sighs, rubbing his temple.

"And get rid of this perfect pawn to hold King Laufey from the balls? A shame, really," Loki poutes and shrugs, pretending awfully that he cares.

"I will not stand your disrespect any longer! I had granted you your life, Loki, more than once! You will learn to respect me for it! Take them to the dungeons!" Odin speaks the final order. Four guards grab the chains that lead to Loki's shackles and push him away, forcing him to walk with them

Only then I am human / only then I am free

On the way to the dungeons, Thor stops the guards and demands to speak to Loki.

"Just tell me why, brother. Please. What didn't we give you to make you care so little?" they ask, grabbing Loki's shoulder, just like they always used to do.

"A family. That's what you didn't give me. And that's what I've earned," Loki answers, staring right into his no-brother's eyes, the blue in them and the pale lines that resemble his lightning. They know they won't see Thor from this close ever again, and they deserve a proper last memory.

"Then, I'm sorry. It's late, I know, but remember this, please… I shall visit, whenever I can, Loki. I swear. You shouldn't be in prison all alone," Thor promises. Loki gives only a nod, enough to make Thor dismiss the guards and let them keep walking Loki to his future and last chamber.

The only sign of emotions they allow themselves to show is a sigh, only out of sympathy.

For he knows that his freedom just begins.

Take me to church / I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

The moment the guards put Loki back into the white vacant cell and take their eyes off them, they cast an illusion of them settling on the floor and staring at nothing. The real Loki is walking up and down the room, waiting for the Tesseract to speak.

"Now?" he asks, feeling it close.

"Now, you need to learn who your family is. Not Odin, not Laufey, your true family, Entropy," they answer.

"What with this name? After all this, can't you call me by my name?" Loki groans.

"I am. You have many names. Entropy, the Chaos Stone, the Death Stone, the Knot… the last one, actually, is the name you're most familiar with, translated to Old Jötunn tongue," they speak, all matter-of-factly.

"You're lying, the Chaos stone is a myth," Loki brushes off the answer.

"It does exist. A black gem, created by billions of ropes, strings and threads tangled together. The hardest one to wield and command and impossible to find. The Jötnar had found it and worshipped it. And when Laufey found out that his son is nothing but a dead baby, he sacrificed the infant for the infant. And Odin found the baby crying in the altar, the gem gone,"

"So I own my life to an imaginary stone, apart from an old piece of shit. What a surprise…" Loki throws their hands in the air.

"No. You are the imaginary stone. In order to give life, the Chaos gem entered your body and never left. You are the flesh of a corpse and the mind of an infinity stone. And it's time to leave the corpse and join us,"

The aimless walking stops, and Loki's heart skips a beat

I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife

"You made me kill a man, for this?" he asks, glaring at nothing. They don't answer.

"You made me kill a man! Just so I could die!" boiling hot tears streaming down their eyes and slither into their shirt as burning red eyes stare at the empty room for something. "I trusted you! You promised me a family!" he yells between his sobs.

Their feet cannot support them, and they kneel down, turned into a crying sobbing and yelling mess. A hand, created by mist, grabs his shoulder, trying to provide comfort.

"I hate you," they spit, flaring their nose drills as they stare into the blue eyes of the illusion they use to pretend they're close to them.

"I'm sorry, hurting you was… if I could prevent it…" the stone says and gives him a small squeeze. And they mean it. If there was a way to do it without any pain, they would. But it's too late, Loki is already hurt…

Offer me that deathless death

Loki throws themselves into the tightest embrace they ever had, weeping like a baby. "I don't want to die. Please, I don't wanna die. Anything but this, anything, please!" he whispers, diving his head into their shoulder without a thought of holding back the tears.

"Shhhh, you won't die. Not truly. Your mind is the stone, as long as it exists you exist. And the body will stay intact until you need it again. You will be fine, I promise," they whisper, hoping of making them feel better.

"I'm scared, Tessie. I'm so scared, I can't," for a prince, Loki sounds so small, almost like the small child they used to be. Tessie starts playing with his hair, hoping to calm him down, even for a bit.

"It's alright. Everything will be fine, no matter if you do it or not," they shush them.

"If I do it or not?" Loki repeats, sniffing quietly and breaking the hug only to look at the misty blue eyes of Tessie.

"I… you're in so much pain… if you decide that you had enough, you'll be left alone," they explain. Loki nods, still quivering from the crying, but determined.

"No. We got so far. I-I-I'm not giving up," he lets his voice get louder, and then stands up. "What do I do?" they ask, collected once again.

"Get comfortable in a position. And once you're ready, make the ropes appear and let them wash over you," Tessie explains, holding this sympathetic voice. Loki nods and sits back down against the white wall, moving to get comfortable.

Then, with just a thought, the ropes appear and fill him with this calming sensation. Tessie walks closer and cups their cheeks. "See you on the other side, Loki," they smile and kiss their forehead before vanishing.

Loki takes a deep breath, and looks around the cage. He remembers a field day he had when little, a good day. Odin was sleeping on a bench and Frigga was yelling at them and Thor to not get into trouble as Thor dragged Loki, who was just above six, on an expiration of the forest around a castle in Vanaheim. Of course, they returned after the sun was down, with scraped up knees and dirty clothes and Loki had traces of tears in his cheeks because a bug scared him. But it had been, and still is, the best time they ever had with Thor.

He holds tight into the memory as he lets the ropes cover him and closes his eyes.

Good God, let me give you my life

The guards don't know how this happened. One moment, Loki was gazing at nothing and the next…

How does one say this to the Allfather?

The healers walk out of the cage when Thor storms in the dungeons, on the verge of panicking. "Is he alive?" It's all they ask.

The healers won't answer, it's enough to know.

Thor walks in and sits beside what used to be Loki, holding their cold and deformed hand and letting tears run down his face.

Loki doesn't respond, how could he?

He's a statue, as if made from black stone, and his hands covered in stone black ropes, with a faint glow where his heart should be being the only sign that there was once life there.

Loki's face doesn't have the signature smirk, and there's no gleam in their closed eyes. But he does wear a peaceful smile. A smile Thor regrets he had to see this body in order to know that his brother knows finally peace.

[theowlandthekey]

Embracing Hel

Embracing Hel

Three roots standon three ways under Yggdrasil’s ash: Hel under one abides, under the second the Hrimthursar, under the third mankind. -Poetic Edda, Grímnismál, Stanza 31

Who is Hel? In the vastness of Norse mythology, she is rarely given much due. She does not go on adventures for glory and fame as many of the other gods do. She does not seem to bother overmuch about the future of the world like Odin, nor does she stir up trouble like her father, Loki. She’s content in her dominion of the death, Niflheim, and seems well placed out of the troubles of men and gods. So much so that it often feels she is neglected when compared to the rest of the pantheon.

Hel is featured as a character only once in the Prose Edda, when the god Hermoor rides to Hel on behalf of Frigg and offers her a ransom for the return of the god Baldr. Hel agrees, stating: “If all things in the world, alive or dead, weep for him, then he will be allowed to return to the Æsir. If anyone speaks against him or refuses to cry, then he will remain with Hel.” Baldr was well loved and so it was thought this would be easy to accomplish. But when the jotunn Þökk refuses to weep, Baldr is consigned to remain in Niflheim in service of Hel.

In nearly all other mythos, Hel is mentioned only in passing, referenced rather than focused on. Every other god gets a myth where they are the protagonist of their own story. So why is Hel overlooked? Because of the fear she inspires at the prospect of a life lived without note or valor? Because her appearance was considered so repulsive that, while acknowledged as a goddess, she was put as far away from Asgard as physically possible so as to avoid offending the others with the sight of her?

As much as I love Norse paganism and link myself to it, I find plenty of people who speak with Odin and Frigg, Loki and Thor. Never once have I met someone who says with a smile that they speak to Hel. That’s fair. How many people do you know talk to Hades or Osiris or Mictlantecuhtli on a regular basis, even among the gothiest of pagans? Why even bring this up at all? Last December (2019), I was doing a Krampus Walk with a bunch of women from the International Wenches Guild. (That’s a whole other story.) At the end of the walk we gathered up in a local alternative religion shop to warm up and grab a few things for the pre-Yule rush. Up on the shelf, something naughty my attention. It was something I'd never seen before in all my years of goblin-like hoarding of witchy stuff. A statue of Hel looked back at me, sitting on a throne with a knife in one hand and a bowl in the other. By her side was a wolf, and her skull seemed to be grinning at me with interest. I went back to that statue three times, telling myself I didn't have the money to be spending on things right now. But when I picked her up to examine her, I knew I wasn't walking out of the store without this statue. I brought her home, placed her on my altar, put a few coins in her bowl, and there she stayed.

And then Covid-19 hit.

I've never been one to rely on religion in times of trouble. It's never done much for me one way or the other. I've long held the belief that witchcraft involves handling your own shit before calling on anything else to help out. But this? This is one of those things that is well beyond the control of most humans to handle alone. It's emotionally exhausting, mentally taxing, and physically dangerous. We're all doing the best we can, wearing masks, sanitizing, washing, distancing, doing all we can to prevent things getting worse despite the best efforts of the world to remind us that we are inevitably only human and the risks are infinite. It's humbling to say the least. So, it's in this time of stress and disorientation that I find myself drawn to Hel.

Family Ties

“The following night the goddess of death appeared to him in a dream standing at his side, and declared that in three days’ time she would clasp him in her arms. It was no idle vision, for after three days the acute pain of his injury brought his end.”

-Gesta Danorum, Saxo Grammaticus (12th century)

Hel's name means 'to hide/to conceal', giving it a cruel humor. She was, after all, respectfully banished from Asgard due to her physical appearance, or perhaps because Odin foresaw her part in future events. She is described as being half blue and half flesh colored, though the depiction has altered over the years to mean half flesh and half corpse. Hel is said to be gloomy, dour, and even fierce looking, which suggests a woman with little time for nonsense within her realm. Despite all this, she is said to have a vast hall called Éljúðnir and many servants as befits her station. Everything that surrounds her seems to speak to the fears of the people who believed in her. She has a bowl called 'Hunger,' a knife called 'Famine,' curtains called 'Misfortune,' and a bed named 'Disease'.

On the plus side, she does have a dog named Garmr, said to be the 'goodest of boys'.

The best of trees | must Yggdrasil be, Skíðblaðnir best of boats; Of all the gods | is Óðinn the greatest, And Sleipnir the best of steeds; Bifröst of bridges, | Bragi of skalds, Hábrók of hawks, | and Garm of hounds.

-Poetic Edda, Grímnismál

Her father, Loki, is well known for his mischief and chaos. But her mother, Angrboda, remains largely overlooked beyond being acknowledged as the mother of Loki's three 'darling' offpsring. Angrboda, being a jotunn, is not well looked upon as the Aesir seemed to find themselves constantly at odds with the jötnar. The Aesir and the Vanir form the two principal tribes of gods within the Norse pantheon, the forces which held the world together and brought forth order in which life could thrive. While the Jotunn were more elemental, primordial beings who were born from chaos and presented challenges to the structured order of the world.

It's important to note that Hel is not the only goddess who fits within the overlap of Norse mythos complex Venn diagram between the Aesir, Vanir, and Jotunn. Loki himself is Jotunn as is Skaði, while Freyr and Frejya are Vanir. However, Hel's connection to Angrboda as her mother and Loki as her father seem to be enough to condemn her in the eyes of the ruling Aesir, as well as make her a subject of fearful respect.

Her brother, Jormungandr, is the infamous Midgard Serpent. The middle child of the brood, Jormungandr was tossed from Asgard by Odinn into the ocean where he was said to grow so large he encircled the earth and bit his own tail. If you're familiar with gnosticism (or Full Metal Alchemist) you would recognize the ouroboros symbolism inherent in the mythos as connecting Jormungandr to the cycle of life, death and rebirth, another primordial concept. At Ragnarok, the serpent will be said to release its own tail and fight Thor, both of them doomed from inception. Thus, the old world will end, and a new cycle will begin.

Fenrir, Hel's younger brother, is likewise doom driven, foretold to devour Odinn at the end of the world only to be killed in turn by Odinn's son Víðarr. The theme of the bound monster, I believe, is connected to the concept of man trying and failing to forestall his own fate. Another primordial concept of change as an inevitability.

And yet there is Hel. Out of all her family she seems to stand alone as the most consistent of her bloodline. The black sheep in a family of black sheep. No sagas recounting her heroic adventures, no epics building to the rise and fall of greatness. Only a goddess fulfilling her function to take in those who died of sickness or old age. It is not known for certain whether she survives or dies during the events of Ragnarok, only that Loki will have 'all Hel's people with him' during the final confrontation.

Symbolism

Throughout my research into Hel's mythos, it's clear she was viewed with begrudging respect by her own people. As a goddess, one couldn't afford to be less than deferential when dealing with her (assuming of course that they dealt with her at all). But how they felt about her can be discerned from the associations given to her through her items and surroundings. I began to collect a series of symbols associated with her. Each one tells us something about how she was perceived among the Norse people, and gives us some interesting modern-day interpretations when applied.

50/50 – In all the descriptions of Hel, she is said to be half flesh and half either discolored or corpse-like. Like most cthonic deities, she has a liminal quality to her, being representative of a transitional state of being. Balancing neatly between life and death, Hel is a crossroads deity, guarding over the boundary lines (though not traditionally associated as such). She has the ability to release those sheltered under her threshold, although she demands a price as is her right. This also puts her squarely in the category of a liminal being, one whose mere existence challenges the social classifications of the time. Liminal beings are often described as both immensely powerful and dangerous, depending upon the situation and perception of society. They are undeniably eerie, and yet inspire awe for the way in which they transcend limitations of the self.

Hel's Hall – Éljúðnir is the hall of Hel, located within Niflheim and aptly named as her realm is said to be barren and cold. It's said to be a mansion, and it would have to be considering that she is responsible for sheltering everyone who didn't die gloriously in battle. Her hall then becomes a symbol of her status, a recognition of her as a goddess with her own realm and duties. With hospitality being such an important social factor to the Norse people, I find myself hard pressed to believe Hel is needlessly cruel to her guests. Like any mead hall, it is a center for social activity as well as her residence, if a somewhat foreboding one.

Hunger, Famine, Misfortune, Disease – It seems Hel is often deemed responsible for all of the troubles that plague humanity. A rather dire proposition, but isn't it better for someone to oversee these things rather than letting them run amok? Given her connection to the primordial forces of chaos, it seems fitting that Hel, the stable one in her family, is relied upon to control the disorder that society faces from time to time. The objects deemed as a part of her entourage are significant to her personality. Even in the modern times, these troubles are never far from humanity’s mind, with much of the world facing them on a daily basis. *A bowl (Hunger) is often symbolic of receptiveness, or of fertility, neither of which seem to fit Hel herself. For many the bowl represents a scrying tool, portending to the future. It's not unusual for cthonic deities to be connected to omens and portends. So, it may well be that the 'Hunger' her bowl represents has less to do with wanting food and more to do with our hunger to know our own fates. An empty bowl representing the unknown fate of humanity as a whole may present as a bit nihilistic, but it does seem to fit. *The knife (Famine) as a tool which represents the ability to defend or attack. A knife can help fix a meal or it can protect a family. In this case, 'Famine' represents not only the absence of plenty, but the seeming inability to provide for one another, thus weakening everyone as a result. Famine is not just about food, it's about the failure to provide. For a society that was heavily reliant upon all of its people to survive day to day, this would have been a terrifying concept.

*The curtains (Misfortune) are used to draw over the windows and shut out the light. This is what 'Misfortune' does. It clouds reason and empathy and makes it difficult to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Curtains can also be symbolic of one’s desire to hide from the world, to shelter themselves or to keep others from finding out something they find shameful. It may feel safe, as if we are only protecting ourselves. But Hel's curtains are, I believe, named Misfortune for the sake of choosing whether or not we draw them closed or open them up.

*The bed (Disease) is often used as a symbol of intimacy or rest. A bed named Disease could also easily be a colorful metaphor for STIs, though in this case I believe it was meant to represent the fear of dying in ones bed of old age or disease, thus missing out on Valhalla. For Hel to have a bed named Disease suggests an unexpected nurturing aspect to the goddess, as the sickbed is often where we find ourselves the recipient of the most care from others.

In this way, I believe Hel's tools exist as a reminder to society that these things will always exist, and that in order to combat them, people must constantly struggle against them to better survive together.

Garmr – Another in the long list of ferocious subterranean hounds associated with cthonic deities, Garmr was said to be her guard dog, standing bloodstained by her side. He is her faithful protector, as well as the guardian to the underworld. The hound is often a symbol of loyalty and ferocity, but in this aspect I believe it relates more to the black dog associations with death and ill omens. Again, I've yet to see anything relating to Hel being a seeress or an oracle of any sort, but there always seems to be some connection between death gods and omens of the future.

Hel in Practice

Change is uncomfortable. Humans have always preferred stability, even if it's inequitable, because we'd rather function in practice than succeed in theory. Hel is a paragon of balance within chaos, affording the opportunity to change and progress through the inherent suffering of life as it is. And yes, I'm aware of how nihilistic that comes off. But here within the instability of our current world, I find a kind of comfort in that rational. Change is eternal. Tomorrow is an unknown. Control what you can and stay by the people you care about. Keep moving. You are not dead yet.

Rune: Hagalaz “Hail”

- The rune of Hagalaz is practically unanimous with misery. Which makes it's appearance less than desirable during a reading or when found in the day to day. That being said, some degree of unfortunate occurrence is unavoidable in life. It is unalterable. However I find it's distinction kind of like finding a crack in a dam. You now know there is a problem. Maybe you can't 'fix' the problem, but you can stem the damage and keep the outcome from being worse than it absolutely has to be. Hagalaz is about weathering the storm and coming out the other side of it knowing the work that must be done.

Realm: Niflheim

- Niflheim is one of the nine realms of Norse Mythology. A world of coldness, fog, and the primordial darkness. Ymir was born here. Hvergelmir, the source from which many rivers flow, begins here. Níðhöggr the dragon/serpent dwells here, gnawing at the roots of the World tree Yggdrasil. So it would seem Niflheim is a a place of beginnings, endings, and ultimately change. According to the mythology this is where those who died too old, too young, or on the sickbed end up. And yet for all it's forbidding geography and weather, Hel is said to be put in charge of caring for those who arrive. Hall: Éljúðnir

- If Hel is meant to care for those who did not die in the glory of battle. Many times we see this as crowds of dead souls wandering endlessly in the freezing mists. But when I think of Hel's hall of Éljúðnir, I think of a place which is a respite from the cold. It is said to be sprayed with snowstorms, meaning that it stands against the raging storms of the realm, providing shelter to those who dwell within. What if her hall stands alongside Valhalla and Fólkvangr? What if she is the world-weary and cunning inn-keeper who offers bread and mead to those brave enough to find their way to her doors?

Appearance: Dour and fierce looking in expression. Half flesh and half dead.

Tools:  knife (Famine) bowl (hunger) curtains (Misfortune) bed (Disease)

Color: black white grey/silver blue dark purple

Animals: wolves/hounds serpents ravens worms

Plants: yew/ash wormwood rosemary mistletoe mustard seed blackthorn

Offerings: tobacco garlic figs mushrooms rye bread black cherries dark chocolate mead coffee, black espresso