#also i love them your honour

[triona-tribblescore]

Spreading more "Blake Roman has a beautiful voice" propaganda uvu

tw// toxic relationship implications

[thereweredragonshere]

Wdym Stoick died no he didn’t

[swordsonnet-bardofwar]

Touch-starved Logan x I have made it my personal mission to invade every bit of personal space you will ever have in you life Wade

[emeraldxphoenix]

The tipping point has passed; that moment where they felt just as settled in Vanaheim as they had in Asgard, before everything got messy. Now Vanaheim is unquestionably ‘home’, this realm’s queen their queen, and this realm’s people their people. They have a family here – one that loves them, and values them, and doesn’t cast them in the shadow of another or lie to them about their heritage; all while maintaining their relationship with Frigga and Thor through correspondence and occasional visits. In accordance with their new identity, they have adopted a new title – Loki, of Vanaheim – and a new, well-earned, responsibility – Royal Spymaster – and have taken to presenting themselves in the Vanaheim style. They wear clothes designed by the same tailors as the queen – sometimes green, sometimes blue, sometimes magenta – and have grown their hair to comply with the realm’s usual tradition, adorning it with braids and golden beads. All in all, they are not the same Loki who left Asgard: they are finally themself.

And as if that wasn’t enough, they are expected to become a parent within the year. A smile at the thought, emerald lips curling as they nuzzle more pointedly against their wife’s subtle pregnancy bump. Nothing can take away this joy, not even an Asgard delegation headed by Odin himself. Though it seems their wife isn’t so certain. Eyebrows lift slightly, questioning, probing without words, and the Queen sighs. She knows that they are determined in this; where before they have been uncertain, reluctant, fearful even, they are now completely sure of their place within this realm and at her side, and after ending the recent assassination attempts the people seem to love them too – what better time than to finally face the man who raised them?

“Yes, I am.” But she isn’t. Her repeated willingness to put them, and their marriage, above the diplomatic relationship with Asgard, and all the political implications of that, are a continual act of love the likes of which Loki has never before experienced. The Allfather never so much as considered putting his family above the interests of Asgard, and Loki never presumed to request it. Sigyn, however, does so without question, and often in spite of encouragement (from them) to do the opposite.

“Livsformål, I am very certain in the knowledge that, no matter what others may think of me, you consider me more important than anything else. How could I forget it after everything you have done for me?” They twist to press their lips to her abdomen through thin nightdress fabric. “And I know you will make whatever excuses, and issue whatever commands necessary.” They nuzzle her hand softly, twisting to kiss her fingertips, each one in turn. “But there must eventually come a time when Loki of Vanaheim, husband to the Queen and Royal Spymaster, father” – a meaningful glance down – “of the heirs to come, meets the ruler of Asgard. It seems to me that this visit is as good a time as any.”

@emeraldxphoenix said: "By your side is where I'm meant to be." in case you didn't know. | accepting.

She smiles down at them as they lie with their head resting against her abdomen, her fingers idly toying with the end of one of the braids scattered through her husband's long, dark hair. But there's an uncertainty in her gaze that she knows they pick up on purely from the slight upward quirk of their eyebrows, and she sighs. Odin and his delegation's visit is imminent now, and while everything is in order on both practical and political levels, it is the personal aspect which gives Sigyn pause.

She's managed to maintain good diplomatic relations with Asgard for six years, now, in spite of avoiding allowing such visits to take place. Loki's peace of mind took precedence - will always take precedence - and she would never for a moment have even entertained the idea of inviting Odin to the very place she had brought them in order to keep them safe from him. So she's attended any events where the Allfather would likely be present without her husband at her side, and denied him invitations to Vanaheim.

Because she may be a Queen, but she is also a wife.

Loki thrives here, and she's been reluctant to do anything which would jeopardise that. But after a long stretch of time in which they and Frigga had exchanged letters, Sigyn had gently asked whether they'd like to invite their mother to visit - and thank the Norns for Frigga, because when she'd arrived in Vanaheim it was like she immediately, instinctively validated every single choice Loki has made.

It had been exactly what they had needed - what they'd both needed, if she was being honest with herself. She'd always adored the Allmother, and having her support again was nothing short of a relief. That visit, coupled with the fact that Loki is currently high in the Vanir court's favour after thwarting an assassination attempt against their Queen, is what prompted the invitation to be extended to the Asgardian delegation. But she's still nervous; still worried she's risking her family's happiness for the sake of her Realm, and struggling to reassure herself.

"I know that you mean that - and I love you for it... But are you certain?" Sigyn is trying to approach this delicately, not wanting to plant any additional doubts in their mind, or make them think that she doubts their ability to cope with seeing Odin again.

"Even if you are certain now, you can change your mind once they're here; you only have to do what you want to do. I will make your excuses, and I will not have a word said against you in my halls - nor will anyone else." Her hand moves away from their hair, fingertips gently tracing their cheek. "You are far more important than anything else, my love. You know that, don't you?"

[viehlei]

My (adult) pookies ♡

[crumbpigeon]

[redninjaoutfit]

When it's raining and you didn't bring an umbrella but your bro with enchanting blue eyes (who you're totally not in love with) offers to walk you home

+ Additional doodles cause I couldn't help myself you WILL be susceptible to fluffy tedstin propaganda

[rinbylin]

LI LIANHUA + DI FEISHENG + FANG DUOBING | 莲花楼 Mysterious Lotus Casebook

[unnaturalceilings]

Happy Supercorp Sunday 💖

[robinmage]

one thing i really appreciate about jinshi's character is how he has NEVER once actually had any intention of succeeding the throne. every time the idea is brought up he immediately detests it. so hes giving maomao as much as he possibly can, even though maomao has many qualms about it due to their difference in social status, but jinshi DOESNT CARE because hes NEVER cared about or wanted the status of crown prince! its been nothing but a burden to him! from his perspective the ONLY thing keeping the two of them apart are outside influences. he has no doubt within himself-- hes horribly down bad, in fact. but unfortunately his stupid JOB is getting in the way of him skipping off into the sunset with his favourite little cat

[knownoshamc]

can we talk about the difference in just how Armand looks at Daniel in SF vs in Dubai?

even in his more 'caring' in SF, even when he was telling him it's okay, even when his voice was soft, he was still looking at him with a hint of anger, with a layer of coldness.

and just look at how fondly he is looking at Daniel now, like he's the love of his life or something.

[luciuscodedswedeboy]

MCM LONDON - MAY 2023 • Nathan Foad & Con O’Neill

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic September 6 - prompt 6: Time-Turner [word count 622]

It had become a sort of routine, the first night after they all came back to Hogwarts after spending the holidays apart. After the train ride, and the banquet, when they closed the door of their dorm, they kicked off their shoes and gathered on James’s bed. There, Sirius finally let the cheery mask he had worn since that morning drop and nestled in James’s arms, James delicately passing a hand in his hair. Remus kneeled at the bottom of the bed and slowly rolled up Sirius’s trousers, doing his best not to grimace at the sight of the new wounds appearing on the back of Sirius’s calves, and delicately applied a healing pomade Poppy gave him every Full, before bandaging them. Peter then carefully measured the right amount of drops of the Sleeping Draught he had brewed to give Sirius a good, dreamless night of sleep without knocking him out immediately. After that they all relaxed back on the pillows, or on James’s chest in Sirius’s case, and played the Time-Turner game.

“If I had a Time-Turner,” Peter was saying in that moment, “I would travel back and meet the founders of Hogwarts.”

“That would be cool,” Remus agreed. “I wonder how different they were to how they’ve been pictured in History.”

“I’m a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin, according to family lore,” Sirius yawned, the Sleeping Draught evidently close to achieving its goal. “So he must have been insanely hot too.”

“Of course, Pads,” James smiled, patting him on the head.

Remus caught himself nodding and stopped immediately, but not before Peter shot him a knowing look and he turned away, feeling his cheeks heat up. Damn that stupid crush of his on Sirius fucking Black of all people.

“If I had a Time-Turner,” James went on, “I would travel back and watch a Quidditch game when McGonagall played Chaser for Gryffindor.”

“That would be awesome!” Peter exclaimed. “Also, can you imagine her at our age?”

There was a moment of silence, then they all shook their heads laughing. Sirius managed to yawn mid-laugh and ended up closing his eyes, his nose buried  in James’s shirt.

“If I had a Time-Turner,” Remus said, “I would go back and meet Merlin himself.”

“I kind of imagine him like Dumbledore in a way. Maybe you would find out they’re related,” James smiled, moving his hand in Sirius’s hair. “Pads? Do you want to keep playing or are you asleep?”

“If I had a Time-Turner,” Sirius mumbled without even opening his eyes, “I would travel back and stop my mother and my Uncle Cygnus from murdering my Uncle Alphard, so that he could live on and take me and Regulus in.”

A stunned silence followed, the only sound Sirius’s snores. They looked at each other, eyes wide, each wondering if what they had just heard was true, each of them knowing deep down it was. Nothing was past the so-called Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, and they were well placed to know not even their own members were safe. Remus’s hands balled into fists as James’s arms closed protectively around Sirius’s sleeping form.

“If I had a Time-Turner, I would go back and blast both Orion and Walburga Black out of existence,” Remus whispered.

He swallowed, his eyes moving from Sirius’s bandaged calves to his face, finally serene in his sleep. Peter leaned closer and silently pried Remus’s hands open just before he could break the skin.

“Unfortunately,” Remus went on, his voice trembling, “they did manage to make one of the things I love the most in this world and I would never want to lose him.”

He was grateful his friends chose just to nod and smile at him.

[sophsicle]

kyd chapter 28 sneak

[casart]

Sunny and her Pa💛

[iamtheoneandonlyever]

omg miles starting to yap abt steel samurai in the end scene has my heart, that is so fucking adorable, and judging by phoenix's face, this has happened before lmao