#eyesblazing: Jörmungandr

[helreginn]

@eyes-blazing asked:

Message me with “Hey there little one” to interact with my muse as a child (From Jörmungandr. Because who else.)

She pulled her brows low but there was a distinct gleam in her eyes as she stared up at her big brother. He called her little? He will see the fury of a little giant. Before he could speak a fourth word, she crouched low and sprung fast, leaping onto his arm and clambering up onto the back of his shoulders, her little hands around his neck.

Just giggling the entire time.

"Who's little now?" She asked, reasoning that she was just as tall as him since her eyes were near enough to his level.

It was comedic, that Hel remained humanoid yet here she was, acting so very much like a monkey.

[victoriousfidelity]

Sigyn's Seiðr had always enabled her to sense her loved one's unique presences within the Realms; they were like beacons, no matter what form they happened to be in at the time. So when he appeared in her line of sight, in human form, she knew that it was her son in an instant.

"Jörmungandr," She exhaled as she embraced him tightly. "What in the Nine are you doing here?"

Home At Last|| Closed

|||| @victoriousfidelity

Jörmungandr paused as the breeze changed, and with the change, a new scent to taste. Or rather an old scent. A loved scent.

A mother's scent.

He lifted his head, tongue darting out to try and catch the scent again as he started to move. His book held close in his hand as he walked until he found her.

"Hello dear one."

[helreginn]

"You're in the coldest realm in the nine. Frost Giants thrive here. And you came in summer clothes?"

"........ I am going to let you freeze."

[helreginn]

eyes-blazing asked:

❛ what shadows now lurk in the lands of the neverafter ? ❜( from Jörmungandr. That's right, love. I did a thing)

Hel blinked slowly and lowered her left temple as her eyebrows lifted slightly. Her smile was easy and her stance calm.

"Must you be so dramatic, Jörmi?" she asked, playfult lilt to her words, "You can just ask how my people are, you know."

[helreginn]

@eyes-blazing tripped over Helgrind.

Óðinn lifted his chin. He did not outwardly show any disdain or malice. But he wasn't entirely comfortable with the serpentine man's presence either. "Hello, boy." He said softly. Same as he had a thousand times years before. When the Miðgarðsormr was just a boy and he, just an uncle that loved him.

[helreginn]

@eyes-blazing asked:

" i stayed. " (from Jörmungandr).

She stood there, breathing heavy through her nose. Knowing the words her mind conjured did not exist at all in her heart. She wanted to yell. To say he was not wanted or needed. That he should leave. Look after himself first and forget about her.

It was her instinct. To push those she loved away so they did not burn in her ice cold world, they did not waste to rot in her dark.

Fortunately, she was getting better at ignoring those.

"Is.. that okay?" She asked, so quiet if he were not half god, he probably wouldn't have heard at all.

[helreginn]

@eyes-blazing asked:

♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them (from jor)

Hel leaned her weight against her brother's chest. He was warm and he was strong and she felt safe. Truly safe. He wasn't much older than her, not in the grand scheme of gods and giants. But he had always been her protector. And she felt like that was needed right then. One hand held fast to his shirt.

"I'm sorry I slipped up." She said meekly, "You weren't supposed to be here."

[helreginn]

Jörmungandr gives Hel a piece of his last shed.(it's the size of a king size sheet)

Give my muse an item, see how they react.

She stared at it a long while. Unsure what to make of it at first. But Hel is creative. And thrifty. She knows she'll keep some for herself and more for others. Some might see it as weird that she would use the pieces of her kin to make. Make things. Make art. Make.. ideas.

But it was not so long ago even hair was a common medium. And when you have a family as large as theirs, if you don't find a place or use for such things, you'll find your qualms quashed beneath the weight of such sheds.

Hel had hugged Jörmungandr, happily accepted it and kissed his cheek as she stole it away. And for the next few days she turned it from a sheet into various works of art.

A resin pendant, made so masterfully you could still trace every bump of the scales. A book bound. A closed terrarium where it made the valleys between the moss and the pebbles. Little pieces of this larger one moved and manipulated with all the love she never had the time to give him. Ways he could be appreciated. Seen. Even when he was in the dark and far away.

[helreginn]

Wittle hela(also from Jörmungandr)

GIVE MY MUSE A PETNAME AND SEE HOW THEY REACT!

never call me that again | meh | idk how to feel about it | i'm ok with it | i like it | i love it | please call me that all the time

"I'll whittle you!"

[helreginn]

Pet name meme: baby sister(from Jörmungandr of course)

GIVE MY MUSE A PETNAME AND SEE HOW THEY REACT!

Well, that's not even a petname. It's just her title but anways.

never call me that again | meh | idk how to feel about it | i'm ok with it | i like it | i love it | please call me that all the time

[helreginn]

Send a ♡ to hear how my character would tell your character that they loved them without actually using the word "love."(from all the idiots)

MEME

For Emrys:

It's in the moments of anger that fizzle into hugs with no uncertain end. The couch he claims and she readily reserves, knowing he has to seek her out for them to make headway. He's braver than her. Stronger in any sense that matters. But she holds him in her arms like she is sanctuary and it is what she hopes for him. That he feels safe in her embrace. The Nornir know she feels safe in his.

For Pyira:

They don't speak, scarce move or even acknowledge one another but sitting near each other as one reads and the other writes, it's always a calm that heals and soothes them. Hel likes to talk and talk and talk with her family. But she knows Pyira enjoys the quiet more so steals smiling glances where she can and brings tales of adventure and the world outside when she can't.

For Felet:

It is peculiar. Their relationship began at the end. A time when parents say goodbye and children leave to brave the worlds on their own. She skipped many of the steps, many things she would miss; Kissing his hurt away, bubble beards in playful baths, cradling him in her arms when he was smaller than she is. But that is not to say all things were missed. In the night, when he sleeps, she presses loving kisses to his hair, tucks him in and whispers well wishes for his dreams. She carries him to his room when they fall asleep watching movies he promises he'll finish. She stays home on nights she wants to go out just to make sure he doesn't feel alone. This time is borrowed, never meant to be theirs and she claims it anyway. In his name. In the name of love found, not made.

For Jörmungandr:

The most she can do for Jörmungandr is let him do all that she doesn't want him to. He had so little time to be her big brother, her protector. She doesn't need him. They both know it. But she wants him. And he wants her to need him. And that is enough. It is enough when she falls to pieces and he picks them up for her, even though she is confident she'd be able to without him. When he holds her, she lets herself be small. She goes to him when her instinct is to cower. She loves him enough to let him help her heal.

[helreginn]

"Stop i- sto- get OFF! It's mine!" (From Jörmungandr)

MEME

Hel, despite the vast size difference, shouldered Jörmungandr away from her prize with considerable ease.

Who needs brute strength when you can just sap the life from someone? Make them weaker than you yourself?

She giggled amusedly as she continued to evade the onslaught of his grasping attacks, "Sorry, Jöri. You'll have to pry it from my cold. dead. hands.."

[helreginn]

Note. (From all four of the idiots. Well three and pyria)

send me  ‘ NOTE ‘  and i’ll tell you what my muse would write on a note left for yours. 

Emrys:

A little post-it note, left stuck to some new arts and crafts supplies on his kitchen counter.

Em. You are brave. You are bright. You are beloved. You are a dork! Happy painting! Love, Helja

Felet:

While he's away at school, she leaves a pretty purple floral envelope on his pillow. His name scrawled in a delicate hand.

Hi, my love. I'll be gone a few days this time. I am safe. You are safe. Everything is okay. Ask Ganglati if you need me or food. Feel free to have friends over. I'll be home soon, I promise. Love you!! Mama xxx

Jörmungandr:

He never saw Hel but she does say she's always there. And the randomly appearing page pinned to the breast of his shirt would lea into that being true..

Dear Jörmungandr, I'm glad the oceans didn't get to keep you forever. If I had that choice, I would have.

She didn't sign her name but the paper smells like her. Like grass and pine and dirt and frost.

Pyira:

There wasn't any sound to indicate her arrival or departure. There never was. Just a pile of books in the same spot she always left them. A little orange post-it note stuck to the top.

Let me know if these ones are to your liking. The tikky tokkers said this series was very good. Love you, sis.

[helreginn]

Hel pouted at Jormungandr's back. Parting was always such bitter sorrow with them. The promise of reuniting was not joined with the promise of brevity. Would it be an hour or a century before she saw him again?

She laughed, finding comfort in his easy distraction, "I suppose a trim is doable. But only split ends."

“Love you too Hel.” Jor called back to her before muttering a spell to find their brother.

Felet leaned against Hel’s shoulder, eyes focused on the snake in her hand. “That seems very inconvenient. Can’t I get like…small hair cuts?”

[helreginn]

Hel nodded quickly. "Yep!"

"You're disgusting." Jörmungandr grinned at his sister.

[helreginn]

She made a weird face, her chin pulled down towards her sternum and was quiet a moment before letting out a little belch. "Alright!" She grinned at him.

Jörmungandr slid back to the surface, looking back over his shoulder. "Are you alright?"