#konungr

[deitysmuses]

"Elskerinne minn, I know how you are about your sporadic little pranks about the palace, though matters have turned rather tense within Asgard. Therefore, I ask that you refrain from employing your tricks for the time being."

“Isn’t it in times of tension, when a little mischief is needed to ease things?”

[men-iss-vess-ull]

me, some lowborn nobody who has killed 50,000 men with my own sword and taken 3/4 of the known world for my liege lord: "perhaps we should finish off the last tiny holdout where all our enemies are hiding"

Konungr Ragnar, during the one brief moment per day where he can squeeze a coherent thought out of his drooling retard brain: "let's withdraw all of our forces from the field to play games at my house :)"

[themirokai]

Let's have a bit of Emotional Support Raven fluff to start off the year, yeah? I combined a few different prompts for this story:

@mashumaru sent me this dapper bird.

@janimoon @altair214 and a sweet anon all sent me this lovely video.

@10moonymhrivertam tagged me on this fantastic post.

Thank you all for the inspiration, I hope you like the result!

~~

“Matthew. Attend me.”

“Oo. Gotta go,” Matthew said to the dream he was chatting with, and sprang into the air. He gained elevation quickly then angled himself toward the palace, where he felt Lord Morpheus’s pull. 

Matthew swooped through the ceiling and into the throne room. He landed on the steps and looked up at the dais. 

On the throne sat an enormous raven with eyes like the night sky. 

Matthew felt his jaw drop. “B-Boss?” 

“Matthew.” Lord Morpheus’s voice came from the raven’s mouth. 

“You’re a bird?” 

“I have, at this time, taken the form of a raven, as you can observe.” 

“Oh. Okay.” Matthew tried to think of a more delicate way to ask his next question, but came up short. “Uh. Why?” 

“Lucienne has suggested that it would be good for me to take some time away from the library and draw my inspiration elsewhere. Perhaps visit the waking world in a form I do not normally use.” 

Ah, that made sense. Lord Morpheus had been spending days in the library lately, looking for inspiration for new dreams and nightmares. Matthew figured he was probably driving Lucienne to distraction. 

“So you picked a raven?” 

Lord Morpheus shifted from foot to foot. “I thought perhaps that we might visit the Waking together. You could give me a ‘raven’s eye view’ as it were.” 

“Sweet! Yeah, I’d love to!” 

Lord Morpheus flapped his wings. “Shall we depart then?” 

“Sure! Where do you want to go first?” 

“I leave that decision to you.” 

Matthew tilted his head to the side. “Do you like poetry?” 

~~

Matthew cawed as they approached the huge old oak tree. He had learned that it was polite to give a warning before just landing in someone’s tree. Matthew alighted on a branch and paused to catch his breath. He’d had to fly fast to keep up with the beat of Lord Morpheus’s huge wings. 

“Crrronkponk?” Matthew called. “Are you home?” 

A caw came from another part of the tree and the old raven hopped down from a higher branch. 

“Dream Raven!” Crrronkponk cawed happily. “To what do I owe-” 

The old raven cut himself off with a gasp as he caught sight of Lord Morpheus and he bowed deeply. “Draumr Konungr!” 

Lord Morpheus blinked and cocked his head to the side before speaking. “Hello, Crrronkponk.” 

“Crrronkponk, this is my boss,” Matthew said. “But it seems like you’re already acquainted?” 

“I have heard tell of the Draumr Konungr from my elders,” Crrronkponk said, keeping his head bowed, “but I never thought to have the honor of encountering him myself! Forgive me, Lord, if I had known you were coming I would have had a great feast prepared! If you don’t mind waiting, I can retrieve some fresh voles!” 

“Oh, Boss, have you ever had vole?” Matthew asked. “They’re great!” 

“Your offer is most kind, but I prefer not to eat in the waking world. I believe you had intended poetry, Matthew?” 

“Yeah, Crrronkponk is the best raven poet I know. Crrronkponk, would you maybe recite something for us?” 

Crrronkponk raised his head with wonder in his eyes. “You wish to hear my poetry, Lord?” 

Lord Morpheus gave a slow nod. “Please.” 

“Oh! My grandchildren’s grandchildren shall hear of this! The honor!” 

~~

“That was most enlightening, Crrronkponk, thank you. I particularly liked the interspersing of the car horn sounds with the sound of doors closing.” 

“Thank you, my lord! You have an excellent ear. I am quite proud of that section.” Crrronkponk bowed deeply. 

“I do not frequently travel the waking world in this form,” Lord Morpheus said, “but perhaps Matthew can bring you to me sometime when you are in the Dreaming. I believe I would enjoy hearing more of your poetry.” 

“Oh, Draumr Konungr, it would be my immense honor! I will compose a new piece for the occasion! It will be my very finest work!”

Lord Morpheus inclined his head. “I look forward to it.” He turned to Matthew. “Shall we?” 

“Sure, Boss. Thanks, Crrronkponk!” 

“Thank you, Dream Raven!” 

With that Matthew leapt from the branch and Lord Morpheus followed. 

“You made him really happy, you know,” Matthew said when they were out of earshot. “Thanks.”

“There is nothing to thank me for, Matthew. You were correct that he is a gifted poet.” 

They flew in silence for a moment before Lord Morpheus spoke again. “Where are we going now?”

“Have you ever tried snow bathing?” 

“Snow bathing? No, I have not.” 

“It’s the best!” Matthew enthused. “You’ll love it, I promise. We’ll just cut through the Dreaming to get to a good spot.” 

~~

They landed in an open field covered with a few inches of snow and more falling. 

“And what does ‘snow bathing’ entail, Matthew?” Lord Morpheus asked. 

“You just do this!” 

Matthew flopped onto his side and began rolling around in the snow. Once he had a good coating on his feathers, he looked up to see that Lord Morpheus had not followed suit. 

“Come on, Boss.” 

Lord Morpheus tipped his head to the side. “I am not generally given to writhing on the ground, Matthew.” 

“Yeah, but you wanted a ‘raven’s eye view’, right?” 

“Well, yes, but-” 

“This will feel awesome on your beak and your feathers, I’m telling you. You’ll be able to make a great dream out of it!” 

Lord Morpheus tentatively ran his wing through the snow. 

“No, Boss, you’ve gotta get your face in there. If the body you’re wearing is a raven body, I promise you will like it.” 

Lord Morpheus gave an aggrieved sigh and gingerly lay down in the snow. Matthew rolled around some more to demonstrate. Finally, Lord Morpheus dipped the side of his head and neck into the snow. 

“Hm.” 

Matthew thought that “hm” might be pleasantly surprised. 

Lord Morpheus rubbed his head and neck into the snow more enthusiastically, then flopped onto his side as Matthew had done and began rolling around. 

Matthew lamented his inability to grin. 

“HRR HRR HRR.” 

I guess a raven body didn’t do anything for the laugh, Matthew thought before joining Lord Morpheus in basking in the snow. 

~~

When they had both been thoroughly doused, Matthew and Lord Morpheus ended up beside each other, laying on their backs, watching the snow fall. 

Matthew felt something touch his foot, and looked up to see Lord Morpheus’s enormous talon grasping his own. 

“Thank you for today, Matthew,” Lord Morpheus said. 

“My pleasure, Boss. Seriously. You make a pretty good raven.” 

“HRR HRR HRR.” 

Matthew loved the guy but there had to be something they could do about that laugh. 

~~

Check out this fantastic art of the raven poetry recitation!

Thanks for reading! The name "draumr konungr" came in part from this post and based on the translation website I used, I think it means "dream king" in Old Norse.

My Master Post for the Emotional Support Raven Series is here and most of the stories are up on AO3.

[thevagueambition]

1, 10, 13, and 22 for the history ask? C:

1: Favourite historical person

I already answered this one here. Short answer: Magnus Hirschfeld.

10: Pieces of art ( paintings, sculpures, lithographies, ect.) related to history you like most ( post an image of them)

It's probably no secret that I have a fondness for homoerotic neoclassical art, lol

Aesthetically I have other art movements that speak to me more (post-impressionism, for instance) but what fascinates me about neoclassical art is also the whole... god, like European obsession with the classics and how that intersects with different aspects of society and how like, there's a huge difference between studying what the classical world was actually like versus what people through history have thought the classical world was like and how that has been used rhetorically at different points in time and....!

I'm going to go with That One Minotaur Sculpture Where It Looks Like Theseus Is Riding Him (ie Theseus and the Minotaur, Antonio Canova, 1781-82). Aside from the pose being both amusing and genuinely erotic, the fact that it is eroticised in this way also talks to contemporary art theory and like, the homoerotic as part of the artistic ideal in itself and how classical subject matter was used to filter that?? Idk, there's just a lot going on with that sculpture and the culture surrounding its creation lol.

13: Something random about some random historical person in a random era

Ah, erhm... Gah, I find this one difficult, I'm more about broad movements than specific people...

According to her autobiography (which I have only read random snippets of, it can be found here in Danish, German, British English and American English), when Lili Elbe and Gerda Wegener first arrived in Paris, they stayed in the hotel room Oscar Wilde had been staying in when he died and they were inspired to reread a few of his works.

22: Random historical fact about the place you are at the moment

The first written reference to the village that would become Copenhagen in historical sources is in Knýtlinga saga, where it's referred to as Höfn or Havn (literally "Harbour").

Old Norse Sveinn flýði fyrst til Sjólands með þat lið, er undan hafði komiz ok honum vildi fylgja, en Magnús konungr sigldi þegar eptir honum ok kom at Sveini, þar sem heitir í Höfn; lá hann þar fyrir fám skipum; (source) Danish Svend flygtede først til Sjælland med de folk, der var undkommet og ville følge ham, men kong Magnus sejlede straks efter ham og traf Svend på det sted, der hedder Havn; dér lå han med et fåtal af skibe. (source) Quick English translation of the Danish by me Svend first fled to Zealand with those of the survivors who wanted to follow him, but King Magnus sailed after him at once and met Svend at the place that is called Havn; there he lay with a small number of ships.

This reference seems to check out with archaeological data as a village located around where central Copenhagen is today, from what I've read.

Of course the more famous early reference to Copenhagen is the second one, where Bishop Absalon was granted dominion over a slew of areas by the pope with "Hafnia" among them.

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Thanks for asking!

[human-antithesis]

Morðbál á flugi ok klofin mundriða hjól

Morðbál á flugi ok klofin mundriða hjól, ek sé úr fjarska. Ek vaki í skýja grjóts barðrauknis rǫðli. Sofandi nú vera setr vakin á ný af óðum undakólfum varðmanna Óláfs konungs. Margir skulu ok vera, ǫll dreyra drifi n hjǫlt drifi n að konungs síðu.

Vér drifum hvatt, þars heyra hátt vápnabrak knátti, — rǫnd klufu roðnir brandar — reiðir upp á skeiðar.

En fyr borð, þars bǫrðusk, — búin fengusk skip — gengu — nár flaut ǫrt við eyri ófár — búendr sárir. (Sigvatr Þórðarson, Nesjavísur 8)

Þvít ríkr konungr rekka, reyr undlagar dreyra morðs þás merkja þorðu magnendr, bjósk at fagna. (Jórunn skáldmær, Sendibítr 3)

Vor jǫfra yfirskjǫldungr – sem af mǫrgum er í heiðri haldinn ok enn fleirum ótta vekr – stýr þeim byrðung ok leið mitt líf um leið. Forðum hann fór of víða ok var sigrsæll í mǫrgum hjǫrvahreim. Skýrðann mann hann skal kalla, ok dyggvan þjón hins alls stýrandi, mér bíðr fylgja.

Ǫttuð ôrum skreyttum austr í salt með fl austum; bôruð lind af landi, landvǫrðr, á skip randir.

Neyttuð segls, ok sættuð sundvarpaði stundum; sleit mjǫk róin mikla mǫrg ôr und þér bôru. (Óttarr svarti, Hǫfuðlausn 4)

Drótt vas drjúgligr ótti, dolglinns, at fǫr þinni, svanbræðir; namt síðan Svíþjóðar nes rjóða. (Óttarr svarti, Hǫfuðlausn 6)

Hríð varð stáls í stríðri strǫng Herdala gǫngu Finnlendinga at fundi fylkis niðs in þriðja. En austr við lô leysti leið víkinga skeiðar; Bálagarðs at borði brimskíðum lá síða. (Sigvatr Þórðarson, Víkingarvísur 3)

Enn kvôðu gram Gunnar galdrs upphǫfum valda — dýrð frák, þeims vel varðisk, vinnask — fjórða sinni,

þás ólítill úti jǫfra liðs á miðli friðr gekk sundr í slíðri Suðrvík Dǫnum kuðri. (Sigvatr Þórðarson, Víkingarvísur 4)

Víg vannt, hlenna hneigir, hjǫlmum grimmt it fimmta — þolðu hlýr fyr hári hríð Kinnlimasíðu —, þás við rausn at ræsis reið herr ofan skeiðum, enn í gegn at gunni gekk hilmis lið rekkum. (Sigvatr Þórðarson, Víkingarvísur 5)

Rétts, at sókn in sétta, (snarr þengill bauð Englum at) þars Ôleifr sótti (Yggs) Lundúna bryggjur

Sverð bitu vǫlsk, en vǫrðu víkingar þar díki; átti sumt í sléttu Súðvirki lið búðir. (Sigvatr Þórðarson, Víkingarvísur 6)

Enn lét sjaunda sinni sverðþing háit verða endr á Ulfkels landi Ôleifr, sem ferk máli. Stóð Hringmaraheiði (herfall vas þar,) alla Ellu kind (es olli arfvǫrðr Haralds starfi). (Sigvatr Þórðarson, Víkingarvísur 7)

Þengill, frák, at þunga þinn herr skipum ferri (rauð Hringmaraheiði) hlóð valkǫstu (blóði).

Laut fyr yðr, áðr létti, landfolk í gný randa, Engla ferð, at jǫrðu ótt, en mǫrg á flótta. (Óttarr svarti, Hǫfuðlausn 9)

[nimblermortal]

Herra* Crawford is so careful not to swear in class or even read aloud if we swear

but in office hours he'll call the AC a son of a bitch

*came across this word in ON lately, it means something like sir/master/mister/lord. You know, the old German discrepancy where Herr has some connotations of respect that I don't associate with Mr. In context it was 'herra konungr', so I decided to go rogue and translate it as Mr. King. But I thought the ambiguity preserved nicely the interior conflict I have over calling herra Crawford one of: Mr. Crawford, Dr. Crawford, Jackson, Dr. Crawford Sr, Jacky boy... So I'm using herra Crawford now.

[bartholomaus]

Steh in deines Volkes Mitte, was sein Schicksal immer sei! Wie die Welt auch dräng' und zwinge, hier ist Kraft, sie zu bestehn; trittst du aus den heilgen Ringe, wirst du wehrlos untergehn. Bleibe treu!

Ich glaube an Deutschland und kämpfe dafür heute und morgen und in der Zukunft bis unser der Sieg ist.

Illustrious men have the whole earth as their tomb.

Allir vilja herrann vera, en enginn sekkinn bera ːkcdgkwː Þá mælti Ólafr konungr: Hvat brast þar svá hátt. Einarr svarar: Noregr or hendi þér, konungr!

Idyllisch muten die malerischen Bilder des Karpatendorfs an: Mensch und Tier auf nebelverhangener Straße, aus dem Baumwipfel erhebt sich ein Vogelschwarm nach einem Knall. Wie ein Knalleffekt werden auch die Sager eines Protagonisten das Idyll durchbrechen: „Wenn Gott gesund gewesen wäre und nicht geisteskrank, dann hätte er nur eine Rasse geschaffen“, sagt der Alte: Storch oder Hausmaus paarten sich schließlich auch nicht mit anderem. Später beschreibt er den Anblick eines KZs: „Wie ein Kloster“, wäre es ohne Stacheldraht.

Zwei alte Rumänendeutsche in Transsylvanien rückt Regisseur Gerald Igor Hauzenberger ins Zentrum seiner bemerkenswerten Dokumentation Einst süße Heimat: Johann Schuff, Siebenbürger Sachse und bekennender Misanthrop: Seine einzige glückliche Erinnerung scheint zu sein, wie er als 17-Jähriger – „Deutscher als die Deutschen!“ – mit der Waffen-SS in den Krieg zog.

„Tradition ist nicht das Halten der Asche, sondern das Weitergeben der Flamme.“ „Früher war alles gut, heute ist alles besser. Es wäre besser, wenn wieder alles gut wär“ „Pünktlichkeit ist die Höflichkeit der Könige“ "Es ist kein Zeichen von geistiger Gesundheit, gut angepasst an eine kranke Gesellschaft zu sein" "Erfolg definiert sich über Disziplin und Konsequenz" I reject your reality and substitute my own… wisdom.

[richo1915]

[true--north]

The past is not in the past. The history of Arendelle.

@gqa-lite our discussion gave me a push for an interesting research: before that, for me the history of Arendelle was somewhat more simpler. For some reason I thought that the Castle has the ancient part and the new extensions made by Runeard; and everyone has always lived there since the times of Aren. But no.

We have this passage in JDL:

"One day, ships arrived at the entrance to the Fjord south of the Enchanted Forest—wooden ships full of people who were determined to create a home for themselves near the water. Soon the kingdom of Arendelle came to be, and a magnificent castle was built for the royal family.

The newcomers were welcomed by the Northuldra’s ruler when he met with their king on a cliff as the sun set. The leaders firmly shook hands, and the meeting was seen by others only in hazy silhouette as they cast great shadows across the land."

And it's exactly the same version that was in the deleted beginning with Agnarr's narrator voice. We know that JDL includes many deleted details and elements from the previous version of F2. But I searched through the books (Dangerous Secrets and Forest of Shadows) and it seems we found another weak place in Frozen Lore: the relatives of the royal family and what had been in Arendelle before Runeard? And where had their previous capital been? This is much more than Hans question, let's put him aside for a while.

Dangerous Secrets:

"AND THIS IS MY GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-grandfather Eric. Will you look at that mustache? Talk about hair goals! And over here—that’s Great-Grandmother Else. I always thought she looked like a nice lady. The kind who sneaks her grandchildren cookies when their parents aren’t looking.”

I glanced over at Iduna, who was staring up at the paintings in my family’s portrait Room"

To me it seems like a long-living dynasty.

Also this:

"And Lord Peterssen hadn’t been so keen on letting me run around the village unescorted, declaring it was way too dangerous under our current political climate.

When a king died, a kingdom could go through a period of unrest. Neighboring countries could start sniffing around, looking for weakness. Even within the kingdom, some ambitious great-nephew or -niece of the former king might start getting delusions of grandeur and decide they had some kind of claim to the throne. If only that pesky son of the king weren’t in the way…."

The relatives are here.

By the way, it comes to my recent conversation with @lovewillthaw-j :yes, you were right, in the first year of orphaned Agnarr there was something tense in the air with the aristocracies, the commoners and the royal house. And it is clear that Regent Peterssen had to make efforts to calm the situation down.

But back to the topic, Forest of Shadows, it seems, agree with JDL:

"She wondered who had used this room. Arendelle’s royal family had lived in the castle for decades—ever since her grandfather King Runeard had overseen its construction when her father was just a boy. Perhaps this room had been a place of solace for a long-ago aunt or uncle."

Not so ancient castle and relatives.

"That they weren’t just a fanciful wish of her heroic grandfather King Runeard, who had built the castle."

The Ancestor. Aren seems to be like a jarl/konungr:

"And so Aren, our greatest leader besides King Runeard, who loved his home and people more than Anything"

The long line of the dynasty:

"Though Elsa had only been crowned queen three years before, Anna already knew her older sister would be remembered as one of the great rulers of Arendelle, like the ones who appeared on the tapestry that hung across from Anna’s bed".

Aren was a real person who had a sword, though it was not so magical, a helmet, a ship. He became a mythic hero later; for example "he was swallowed by a dragon" form the legend—the dragon turned out to be his drakar–the ship.

Arendelle had been existing and having a history.

"That’s a line from the Saga of Aren, written by an unknown poet".

"Arendelle’s history seems to be full of swords, as far as I can tell"

So, concluding: to me it seems like there was a brave konungr Aren who brought his people on drakars to the Arenfjord and founded his dynasty and kingdom and the whole land took his name Aren-delle, the Valley of Aren. (But I don't mean that it was a centralized absolutist state).

But apparently their first old stay was not where the nowadays Castle and the Capital stands, but perhaps, if we caste a glance at the map, more to the Southeast. But probably it could have been on some islands to the west of the Fjord, we can not know for sure. Southern direction seems to be more logical for me, though, because the Saga of Aren told us that the ancient Arendellians wanted to find a refuge in a place of waste solid ground.

Then, ages ago, king Runeard and his family moved North, expanding the borders of their possessions, wishing to claim the whole North for using. Perhaps they sailed along one of the big rivers to the east of the Arenfjord. I still think that konungr Aren was the sisters's distant ancestor, since it just fits logically into the narrative and the legitimacy of the ruling; plus the whole importance of him for Anna in Forest of Shadows.

The Dynasty and Arendelle to me obviously existed before the construction of the actual Arendelle Capital, and peasants lived here and there. I see it as that Runeard could not start everything from scratch.

But if coming back to the Hans question, maybe some relatives stayed to live where the dynasty first lived, before the new capital was founded and were not present there in the days of the Eternal Winter?

I find it convenient to think of the whole hystory this way.

(🎃A new source for villains or heroes for Frozen fan fiction unlocked: the old branch of the Aren dynasty strikes back🎃)

(It's like in the real life: Brazil, for example, built a completely new capital in a new place, and the whole government moved there. Or this story reminded me of the evil Russian King Peter who founded a new capital, St. Petersburg in the Northern lands, having expelled the indigenous Finno-Ugric tribe from the area of the city.)

[deitysmuses]

It's TODAY!

@lokatattur

It was a casual weekend, Madelyne had been roaming her Northern European home restlessly. Ryker close by her side to offer comfort and anything she could possibly request. In the time he was there, she felt more like royalty than he was. The due date having come and gone, her doctors were beginning to consider induction as the 40 week approached. Madelyne held out as long as she could, and thankfully so.

As she finished a fruit bowl and salad, loaded with pineapple as she had heard a old wives tale that it helped with inducing labor. She felt it. A gush of water splash her ankles and the freshly moped wooden floor of her breakfast nook. Madelyne glanced down slightly grossed out before realizing it wasn't an accident, but her water breaking. "Oh now you come." She muttered almost in disbelief that it was actually happening. When she finally processed the few minutes, her adrenaline and excitement kicked in. "RYKER!" She called from the hallway, as she waddled her way to the living room where he was lounging. "I think it's time." She excitedly announced.

With this, Ryker bolted into action and Madelyne was swiftly put to sit down on the couch. With a few short summons and calls, Madelyne's team from Asgard assembled and began to prep her. A mixture of Asgardian equipment along with some Midgardian were waiting in a room that they had specifically set up for the delivery. A room that could only be described as a luxuriously posh and sterile birthing suit. Madelyne nibbled along on a slice of cheese cake as the three Asgardian midwives began to check her vitals and prep the bed.

Around dinner time, Madelyne began to experience more firm and consistent contractions. With each wave that grew intense, so did her telekinetic out bursts. It had been a smart suggestion to bolt or latch down most equipment or furniture in the delivery room. Madelyne had even opened portals into the Goblin realm, only to frighten her attendants as she growled out orders for her pets to return when they tried to come through. "I forgot how DAMN PAINFUL THIS WAS!" She snapped, refusing any medication incase it were to affect the child.

10:47pm. Sarina Juniper Pryor breathed her first breath in this world. She had the most beautiful soft blue skin, and tiny tuffs black hair. Madelyne's first remark of her daughter was how much she looked like Ryker. Holding her daughter to her chest she could feel the cooling temperature on her warm skin. "She's beautiful....just perfect." Madelyne couldn't control the tears that spilled over, leaving her with one or two streaks along her cheek.

[themirokai]

Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

Hey thanks for the tag @darkisrising !

I’m going with the last line I edited after the discussion on this post.

“Crrronkponk?” Matthew called. “Are you home?”

A caw came from another part of the tree and the old raven hopped down from a higher branch.

“Dream Raven!” Crrronkponk cawed happily. “To what do I owe-”

The old raven cut himself off with a gasp as he caught sight of Lord Morpheus and he bowed deeply. “Draumr Konungr!”

Lord Morpheus blinked and cocked his head to the side before speaking. “Hello, Crrronkponk.”

I think that “draumr konungr” is “dream king” in Old Norse but if anyone has other info, I’d love to know.

Definitely not tagging as many people as there are words, but I will tag the folks who weighed in on that post. Thanks for your help y’all!

@ibrithir-was-here @welcomewithmetonight-thechaos @karalynlovescake @sans-seraph-sauntering (I can’t seem to tag your main?)

[ofodinn]

Continued from HERE | @konungr

How the desire to roll her eyes burned so hotly, she thought she man burst into flames at any given moment — but she will not succumb to his whims, his desire for compliments not given by the woman he now calls wife ( there are many stored away for him ; many which once rang true and held much meaning. yet not all tales are meant to be happy, or lasting ). Instead, a pointed stare is shot in his direction with such expertise, arrows would have pierced the bone-cage of his chest.

❛ And what makes you think you ever did? Any man can slay a beast – ❜

He didn’t even know what had prompted him to say what it was, maybe it was the fact that when he watched her fight, it always seemed to remind him what he lost. Sure, he was married, but it wasn’t like his wife kept him that interested, when she wasn’t giving him a son.  But, he knew that she had not approved of his comment, when she shot the stare in his direction. He knew that stare well.

But then her words made him unable to fire back. He could hear that voice inside telling him not to engage, the one that sounded how Bjorn had sounded when he was younger. But, he wasn’t that good at not saying what he thought.

“Excuse me? Any man cannot slay a beast. Name another man who would have dealt with you being difficult and had to fight a beast to prove it. I did it with one hand woman, and you may say that now, but you sure didn’t think that it was just a common thing then, hm? You agreed to marry me, did you not?” 

[alldaddyarchive]

/ whistles innocently / ♡

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                       Lips pressed to hers after the heat of the battle had subsided. Large hands gripped her wrists as he pushed her backward against the wall of the hut they’d found refuge in. Wounds were still fresh, BLOOD AND DIRT their musk as he allowed himself to indulge in the taste of her. Eyes closed, keeping his grip tight against her. The tension had been building up between them for weeks, blatant, fleeting glances aimed towards one another, as well as lingering touches that gave more than enough evidence of their attraction.                         One hand let go of her wrist, only moving to cup her neck in an attempt to pull her closer against him, desire laced in his motives. Finally, he managed to pull away from her, only to have their noses brushing against one another. Breath was heavy as he captured her lips in one more, smaller and tender kiss before they simply STOOD IN SILENCE - no words needed.

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Ek sá halr at Hóars veðri hǫsvan serk Hrísgrísnis bar

Ek sá halr at Hóars veðri hosvan serk Hrísgrísnis bar.

(Eyvindr skáldaspillir Finnsson, Háleygjatal 6)

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

(Bragi inn gamli Boddason, Fragments 2)

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

(Bragi inn gamlí Boddason, Fragments 3)

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

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

reyndr vas flestr í fastri fleindrífu - sér hlífa.

(Þormóðr Kolbrúnarskáld, Lausavísur 23)

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

(Eyvindr skáldaspillir Finnsson, Hákonarmál 8)

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

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

(Egill Skallagrímsson, Lausavísur 39)

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

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

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

(Eyvindr skáldaspillir Finnsson, Háleygjatal 6)

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

(Bragi inn gamli Boddason, Fragments 2)

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

(Bragi inn gamli Boddason, Fragments 3)

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

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

(Þormóðr Kolbrúnarskáld, Lausavísur 23)

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

(Eyvindr skáldaspillir Finnsson, Hákonarmál 8)

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

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

(Egill Skallagrímsson, Lausavísur 39).

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

[tcrvi]

@konungr replied to your post: Torvi isn’t so much angry anymore as she is sad...

She doesn’t have to be! Canon divergence is a mighty fine thing ;)

oh, we’re going canon divergent for sure. *salutes* joining that club.

(she’s still aware of canon, though. sigh.)

[asgardianhammer]

Is this compliment Mir time ??? Your the best Dad Thor we could have ever asked for, and just an absolute joy and ray of sunshine on my dash. Thanks for being so amazing and kind and all around wonderful