#it's always ham when it comes to hati

[rviner]

Loki grins in response to Skoll's words, a mischievous reply eager to escape his throat. Yet, it's abruptly caught by Hati's caution. A reminder of their older brother's fragile state. Skoll's yearning to reunite with Nanna, and the thin thread of sanity tethering him to the present while she's gone. Loki, mindful of the fragility, decides to withhold his words about answers that are sought. Whether from the air, the gods or from within. "Jeg håper du snakket mer om meg enn Thorin. Og savnet meg mer enn ham også. Han er bare en skryt." Loki chides with a laughter.

Loki's grin, this time, isn't as genuine. It stretches wide over his lips, his head dipping subtly as he fixes his gaze on his brother. Like a wayward sprite caught in causing mischief, he chuckles with feigned innocence, a gentle sway shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Men jeg liker å spøke. Jeg liker ikke å være seriøs." he utters coyly, the words hanging in the air like a playful dance. His brothers know him too well. Always laughing, always snickering, yet always meaning precisely what he says.

Skoll's question becomes a sudden gust through the school house and through Loki, stirring the dormant embers of grief. Though it was unreal and unnecessary, the grief felt raw, a phantom ache haunting him. "Jeg var forberedt på å se dere alle igjen i Valhalla," his voice, now shifts into a quiet and sincere note. "Og jeg var stolt av dere alle sammen. Nå kan jeg vel være stolt fordi du overlevde." Observing Skoll's reaction to Nanna's name, Loki makes a silent pledge to be careful when he utters it again. He nods, gently and his hand comes to his brother's shoulder in a firm and kind squeeze. "Selvfølgelig. Hver gang vi må dra, går vi sammen."

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Snickering, Skoll shakes his head in a gesture filled with amusement. "Jeg prøver å. Men jeg har ikke alltid svar jeg liker å høre." he says, bubbly with light laughter. The oldest Jansen brother is radiant with joy as he looks at Loki, years melting away into nothing. "Jeg vet. Og det vet jeg at du ville. Vi snakket ofte om deg. Og Thorin også. Det føltes ikke det samme." Skoll sighs, knocking a fist gently into Loki's jaw. Gradually the old school house that they currently stand in has morphed and transformed in appearance. The scent of the wood is not quite the same as home, but it's close enough. There's already cracks and worn marks, runes and the soft clack of hanging bones that sway in the wind. It's close enough. And with each brother there, it's more than enough.

Loki's smile is caught, Skoll pointing at it with a sly look of his own. "Det er alltid derfor du er farlig, Loke. Folk tror du tuller for mye, er aldri seriøse." but Skoll knows better and keeps his gaze narrowed on his brother for another moment. Until he laughs again, brightly. Nodding, Skoll is happy to hear there's a lesson from the Gods that Loki could learn. It still doesn't bring him any closer to learning his own. Where is Nanna? Why did this have to happen? the words spin in his mind. "Hvordan føltes det å tro at du var den siste i live?" Skoll ignores them in order to focus back to the moment, looking to Loki with a caring concern. And he wishes to ignore them even when his brother utters her name again, Loki's voice amplifying the sound of whispers within Skoll's thoughts. It whisks through his mind in a whoosh, making Skoll wave a hand quickly as he huffs. "Takk, jeg vet. Jeg vet. Dere vil alle være gode mot meg. Det er fortsatt tid før vi drar noe sted."

[infiniitefrequency]

@moonhoundman cont’d from here:

“Hati ... have you somehow gotten taller?”

[hellomissmabel]

Mangata part 4

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Thor x plus size!reader

Warnings: none.

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: Born from a falling star erupting on Asgardian ground, her small body was covered in little marks that would grow into birth marks representing the constellations. Once of age, Y/N agreed to married Thor and become the future queen of Asgard. Now she is the goddess of the stars and accompanies Heimdall during his watch. However, as the universe exhibits a unique yet peculiar string of events, she is forced to seek shelter on Midgard from an enemy that might just be her own flesh and blood.

Series masterlist can be found here

A/N: Written for @supersoldierslover <3

Loki’s POV

As the Elemental walks us down the illuminated road, down the path of the moon towards Mangata, she tells the story of Y/N’s ancestry. I can sense Y/N’s scepticism, her need to tread carefully, but I can also almost smell the curiosity rolling off her.

She was born as the second child and came after Mani, the god of the moon. He is her elder brother and the founder of Mangata, together with the master. Mangata was named in Mani’s honour and if not for Y/N’s great powers, he would’ve been crowned king once the master stepped down. But the master decided differently and after the demise of her mother, he passed on the crown of the queen of Mangata to Y/N at a very young age.

But those same, great powers the master could not contain nor feed off without risking his own destruction and that of Mangata. So he sent the goddess of the stars to Asgard. Yet now his life is threatening to come to an end, and he is need of his successor if he wishes to preserve this realm’s existence regardless if he has to cast his son Mani aside to do so.

I did not know what I was expecting when the Elemental, the ice star, said it would bring us to its master. Said master is in fact unconscious and being kept alive by the life force of his children. As we arrive at the throne room, the Elemental introduces us to his children. There is Sol, the goddess of the sun, Mani, god of the moon and Jörd, goddess of the earth. Dagr, god of the daytime and Nott goddess of the night. The master and his children are protected by two wolves, Hati and Skoll, roaming around them like vultures around a dead carcass.

The throne on which they reside is crafted from solid gold, the brightest diamonds and the most enthralling jewellery, unseen richness reaching as far as the eye can see and even further. The tips of my fingers are tingling with greed yet I keep my hands at my side when Mani’s silver eyes lock with mine, his skin the human equivalent of the coal from Midgardian mines.

“Who is this heathen?”

With a voice that shakes the entire temple with its regal grandeur, Mani demands to know the reason of our visit. Displeased with this unexpected and unwanted visit, he straightens his back and easily towers over his other siblings. There’s no doubt that Mani, the god of the moon, reigns with an iron fist while his father, the master, stands idly by.

I see it in the way he squeezes his father’s shoulder and his face contorts in discomfort, the notion of pain already lost on this fragment of a king living his last breath thanks to his children’s charity. I see it in the way the heads of his brothers and sisters bow down as he passes them on his way to the edge of the throne. I see it in the way the wolves whimper under his gaze as he tells them to stand down. And most of all, I see it in the way his eyes burn into Y/N’s.

“You,” he points towards her with an accusatory finger. “Wife of Thor. Return to your gilded Asgard.” Mani then drops his arm and turns to me next, scoffing in dismay. “And you, bastard son. Return to the dust that was your womb.”

His words anger Y/N to the point she is one entity of boiling lava, a volcano on the verge of erupting and when she does, the universe hath no fury like a scorned goddess. Mani’s dictating presence that clouded the room is cut off by the thunder of Y/N’s heart.

“Hvordan våger du å snakke så lite av min bror. Han er mer en bror til meg enn du noen gang vil være. Jeg kjenner deg ikke, og du kjenner meg ikke. Så tør du ikke bestille meg rundt!”

(“How dare you speak so lowly of my brother. He is more a brother to me than you will ever be. I do not know you and you do not know me. So don't you dare order me around!”)

There’s a cheeky smile tugging at the corners of Mani’s lips. “I see you still know our language.” Snapping his fingers and waving his hand, he gestures for Sol to hand him his spear. “So let’s see if you still have our family’s abilities.”

Unaware of which abilities Mani is speaking of, Y/N’s puzzled eyes soon darken as her brother throws the spear in my direction. I don’t even have to blink my eyes once before the spear stops right in between my eyes, the sharp edge of the pointed tip pressing against an invisible surface summoned by Y/N. Her intent gaze is fixed on the spear but as I follow Mani’s eyes, I see they are not looking at Y/N but instead are firing arrows at the woman, Sol, standing next to him with a smirk.

“I told you, brother, that Y/N will always be our sister,” she smiles smugly, a voice so warm and an appearance so joyful it is as if I’m staring directly at centre of heaven. “No brother or sister of Mangata can harm another brother or sister, or their loved ones. That is how it is written by the master and these rules we must obey.”

With gritted teeth Mani has to agree with his sister Sol and as he waves his hand, the spear drops to the floor and I release a relieved breath. “Thank you. Got me worried for a minute there.”

“I didn’t come here for games,” Y/N claims in an electrifying tone. “I came here for my husband. I was told that you will release him if I retreat to Midgard. This I shall do. Now it’s your turn to keep your end of the agreement. Tell me where is Thor?”

“Ta med fangen,” instructs Mani to the guards. (Bring the prisoner) Thor is stripped of his robes, dressed in bloody rags as he struggles against the man dragging him across the floor. “Her er mannen din”. (Here’s your husband)

Y/N rushes towards him, kneeling next to the blond and carding her hands through his hair. His long tresses have been cut short, my brother almost unrecognisable. “My love,” she whispers into his ear while ridding him of the chains knotting his hands and feet together.

“We must go at once, Y/N. No more words, no more hesitation,” he urges her immediately, pressing a hasty kiss to her plump lips. “These are treacherous territories. Do not trust them, even if they are your family!”

Once standing on his two feet, he conjures a bolt of lightning and holds it in his hand as a weapon, ready to aim for Mani who simply claps his hands in amusement. Thor of course is oblivious to as why Mani does not seem to be threatened by his display of power.

“Søt,” he chuckles arrogantly as Thor’s thunder vaporises into thin air. (cute)

“Thank you. We will go now,” Y/N bids goodbye but it is already too late. Even with these few words, she has already fallen into Mani’s trap. Before she can hook Thor’s shoulder around her and turn around, Mani appears in front of her and slaps her right in her face.

With a malicious laugh he kicks a severely weakened Thor to the ground, waving over his guards to take him back to his confinement. After striking Y/N across the cheek a second time, I am exploding with rage. But I can’t move, I can’t speak, I can’t do anything to prevent him from hurting her again. I am nailed to the spot by an invisible hand, the two wolves barking at me with their vile teeth sharp and ready for attack.

“Forlat dem. Det er ingen å stoppe ham. Han er den eldste og vi må adlyde. Så lenge hun var fraværende og mesteren var syk ...,” Sol explains to me once our eyes cross and I understand she is the one holding me back. “Vi er like, du og jeg, Loki. Vi begge står igjen i skyggen av vår bror. Vi er begge formørket av våre kjære.”

(Leave them. There is no stopping him. He is the eldest and we must obey. As long as she was absent and the master ill... We are much alike, you and I, Loki. We both are left standing in the shadow of our brother. We are both eclipsed by our loved ones.)

Even though I don’t speak the language, I hear every word she speaks to me. “Who do you think help build Asgard? Where does all that gold come from?,” she asks me, no longer speaking in her strange tongue. “Mangata was the first city. The master and Mani helped Odin build his kingdom and his palace. And in return the master sent Y/N to Odin, so he could help her control her powers.”

“Sol is right,” Mani confirms in a hoarse voice. Y/N has started to block his hands with a force field of starlight, blows of stardust sending chills down Mani’s spine but they’re never enough to harm him. “Father and I created Mangata as much as we created Asgard. We were the first.”

Y/N can’t hold her defences much longer and once she takes a step in the wrong direction and gets hit by Mani’s spear, she falls down onto her knees, clutching her side where a golden substance is seeping from the wound. It is her blood, a rich golden hue befitting a goddess of the stars.

“We shall hold Thor here for as long as we like. The deal you spoke of is with the master, yet it is I who is keeping him alive. So it is I who decided whether or not the deal goes through.”

“I thought brother and sister can’t hurt each other?,” I shout at Sol, who appears to be just as shook as I am.

“It’s impossible,” she mumbles inaudibly. “There is no way this is possible.”

“It appears Asgard has made you weak, sister,” Mani grins wickedly, “I can only imagine what Midgard will do to you.”

Through gritted teeth, Y/N hisses back at Mani. “Jeg skal hente mine barn og bringe oss til Midgard. Min mann som venner der, helter som vil hjelpe meg med å beseire deg. Fordi jeg kommer tilbake, merk mine ord. Og når jeg gjør det, vil Mangata bli min igjen.”

(I will retrieve my children and bring us to Midgard. My husband as friends there, heroes that will help me defeat you. Because I will return, mark my words. And when I do, Mangata will be mine again.)

“Du kan ikke stoppe Ragnarok. Du kan prøve å stoppe meg, men snart vil andre fornemme din svakhet og komme for deg. Hel, Surtur,… De vil jakte deg og skade deg langt mer enn jeg har nå. Du tilhørte aldri Asgard. Du vil aldri høre hjemme i Midgard. Dine barn tilhører Asgard. Din mann tilhører Asgard. Men du tilhører her. Dagen du skjønner det og kommer til å krype tilbake, jeg vil være der du dreper deg.”

(You cannot stop Ragnarok. You can try and stop me, but soon others will sense your weakness and come for you. Hel, Surtur,… They will hunt you down and hurt you far more than I have now. You never belonged in Asgard. You will never belong in Midgard. Your children belong in Asgard. Your husband belongs in Asgard. But you belong here. The day you realise that and come crawling back, I willl be there you kill you.)

The Elemental opens a portal underneath Y/N, sending her tumbling in towards Midgard without much further ado. Yet before Sol can push me into the portal as well, I turn to Mani and Sol and the others one last time. “Y/N is the rightful heir of Mangata. This farce you’re putting up won’t last for much longer. Soon it will be you bowing down to her.”

“I don’t think so. Does she know you are in love with her?,” Mani bites back as the portal swallows me, Sol’s radiant glow obscured by Mani’s sickening dusk. “Because there’s no better weapon than unrequited love.”

“Go to hell, ditt svin.” (you bastard/swine/pig)

“I believe that’s exactly where you’re going, bastard sønn.” (bastard son)

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