#maegtig

[scmildanach]

@maegtig​ ❤’d for a starter 

❝ Christ, because if it ain’t the Scandinavian Hippie, it’s his uglier, moodier, far less environmentally-friendly brother: Bobby the Berserker. The fuck you want? ❞

[helreginn]

The sounds of hooves trudging through soft earth was not overly loud but loud enough that Hel kept her gaze on the treeline. At a distance, she could see the glow emanating from the spiritual centres of all who lived nearby, even if she could not physically see beyond the trees themselves. This was fine enough until one of them became brighter, closer. She clicked her tongue against her teeth as she hopped down from her horse and gently brushed her hands over it’s side. It was not a normal horse. Or rather, not anymore. Where there should’ve been fur and hair and eyes and ears.. there was only bones. Unbound by flesh or muscle or tendons.. 

As she passed her fingers over it, the appearance of the horse shifted. Starting from it’s muzzle and ending at it’s tail, redish brown fur manifested itself where it should’ve been from the start. If anyone looked upon her horse then, they would see nothing wrong with it. Not even a leg out of place. She moved to the horse’s face and gently patted it’s cheek before whispering, “Bare with it, darling. You will not be an Omen today.” 

Just as the figure of a man broached the treeline and came into view, Hel looked up with a polite and innocent smile. 

@maegtig

[elvened]

@maegtig​ | MAGNI

DISEASE AND SICKNESS rotted away even the very air of the forest. It was almost SUFFOCATING to breathe in now. But Thranduil led Magni through the forest’s path. Lest they loose themselves to the darkness that had overtaken it. A fog seemed to settle in the morning allure. A faint light trickled in from the treetops above. A TAUNT that even the light of the sun was not enough to heal the crippled roots and vines that decayed before them now. The forest had been grande once. A great elven sanctuary. Lush with greenery and alive with the woodland spirits who inhabited it. The forest held an eerie silence. For the only sign of life they encountered on their venture was the distant echo of a crows call, and the buzzing of flies that had collected on the decaying carcass of a deceased fox.

Thranduil remains poised, his expression steely and untelling of the profound grief that ached at his core. And the FEAR he felt for his people. For they had pushed far back against the northern reaches of the forest. It was no longer SAFE. It appeared now nothing more than a vast wasteland of rotten sticks and wood. For they had not yet encountered the vile BEASTS possessed by the very sickness that surrounded them now. But Thranduil does not dare venture too far, lest he puts Magni at risk. When he reaches the borders of his own elves guard, Thranduil halts with a raised hand he flashes to Magni.

❛ We will go no further. There is a nest of SPIDERS to the east of this place and I do not DESIRE to encounter them. My guard keeps close watch on this border, to ensure the spiders do not stray TOO CLOSE to our residence. Though they have been quite the burden as of late. ❜ There is a deep frown pressed against perfect features, an icy stare turns to address Magni directly. He paces forward, and leans in close. His tone lowers to a whisper, as though the forest might be LISTENING.

❛ Radagast has done, all that he can. ❜ He pauses, and when lips part to speak again, there is the faintest note of FEAR upon his tongue. ❛ I KNOW it is him. I know it is the EVIL ONE whose claws have ripped at the roots of this forest. I do not speak so CANDIDLY to the woodland elves. But they have their suspicions, of that I am certain. ❜

[waswilczmin]

 geralt  was  certainly  not  someone  who  liked  to  fight  in  the  wild  when  there  was  no  promise  of  coin  behind  it  .  but  he  would  if  it  meant  he  would  have  peace  and  quiet  and  not  have  to  worry  about  sharp  teeth  in  his  neck  while  he  slept  .  there  must  have  been  something  nearby  ,  for  his  medallion  to  shake  as  it  was  now  ,  tapping  against  the  leather  strap  across  his  chest  .  something  was  here  ,  and  he  intended  to  find  it  .

 for  what  it  mattered  now  ,  it  seemed  he  had  to  .  he  could  feel  the  hair  on  the  back  of  his  neck  rise  and  reached  up  to  draw  the  silver  sword  from  his  back  .  next  to  a  tree  he  squatted  ,  cocking  an  ear  up  to  listen  ,  frozen  in  place  .

                      *  ━゜   starter  call   /   @maegtig​  .

[apogexnarchive]

                     SENTENCE MEME || ACCEPTING !!

@maegtig​ said  ❝  perhaps you shouldn’t drink alone.  ❞

Her gaze was critical, even when paired with the faintest upward curl of one corner of her mouth. As though she were amused by his audacity and simultaneously sizing every square inch of him up. Weighing parts of him together with his suggestion to determine if he was worth a second of her time or would be more befitting a future meal. It took mere seconds, if that, to complete such a study and if she was pleased with the result or not did not show on her face. 

“No? I quite like drinking alone.�� Her tone was light, casual, potentially welcoming. As she raised her beverage to her mouth and drank those icy blue eyes did not leave him. Once it was lowered, she offered a shrug. “I won’t turn you away should you stay.”

[gulldrengur]

@maegtig​

               ❝ Long live the King! Long live the King! ❞ ( from Magni post ragnarok because I HAD TO )

The voices of the one’s who are present fill the room, the torches warmth the place and there’s a smell of mead and food, they drum their foot to one sung ‘long live the king’ they chant over and over again. A prayer that he almost hates, -- almost.

He stares at the faces that surround him and so many are missing, lost forever, siblings, parents, uncles. Lives whose fire has been extinguished, is this the choice of the Norns?, For him to sit where his father once sat to rule over  kingdoms and watch over them? -- He looks from his golden throne, down where his three nephews are, Thrud, Modi, Magni. and there’s this smile on them, bright, radiant. to the point it makes him want to weep. His son Forseti at his right, with his hands tied together with a stern look.

He can’t handle it, he can’t hear the voices any longer so the now king, brought back after a tragedy looks at his people with sorrowful eyes. He presses his nose bridge and sighs and the world hold its breath when they see the god of peace mourn for what he had lost. “Instead of celebrate my name” he says softly, voice thundering and he remembers his brother. Whose thunder and smile has been a beacon for him. “And claim me as king, lets remeber those who we lost, your father, my brothers, my father. All those who fought in a terrible war. They are all gone, and I cannot forget them, none of us should. Their lives most always be sung, Their deeds spread around the nine kigndoms, do not let them die a second time”

[odisn]

Magni sends a raven but it’s just a note that says: get a phone

“   I  HAVE  A  PHONE ,    ”   he mutters impatiently ,  gesturing to his broken Nokia .

[endlessfables-arc]

       “ ....i try not to ask for help, i try not to reach out, but.... i need your help. ever since the lake, ever since i lost the sword.... things don’t feel right. “  ———————-  @maegtig​​ ⁞⁞ ❮ magni. ❯

[therelentless]

{ @maegtig​ ;; sc.

“I have no country, I have no home. I have no people. I’m like a little lost duck, floating about in the middle of the ocean.”

[sobelows-a]

❝ as above, so below -- that phrase is believed to be the key to all magic. ❞    /    @maegtig​.

[ofvergen]

A treat for @maegtig! 🎃

[guidesdead]

a starter for @maegtig​​ 

❛ i half regret the beers.  ❜

[povvertaken]

plotted starter for @maegtig​

Travelling through Scandinavian countries pouring over ancient manuscripts might not be everyone’s idea of a dream life, but Elisabeth Ingham had always been more interested in looking backwards. Doctoral research has given her the funding to finally explore the wild landscape that gave birth to Northmen. Her first week in Norway, she moved her meagre belongings into her student flat, and spent nearly every hour in the library of Oslo’s university, reacquainting herself with her rusty Old Norse. After studying in England, her Old English comes to her as easily as wiggling her fingers. Old Norse takes longer; she feels like an undergrad again, scratching notes in biro to remind her of the same mistakes she keep making. 

By the weekend, her lungs crave fresh air. What’s the point in being out here if I don’t live a little? Despite her scholarly air, Ellie has always felt more at peace out in the open than under the cloistered arches of libraries. The manuscripts they hold are beautiful, puzzles that require gentle coaxing to reveal their secrets. But the wild, dizzying landscape out here is what Ellie dreams of at night. Flask of tea in hand and backpack filled with maps and portable chargers and snacks, she heads out into the rural areas to escape. Her goal is a near by beauty spot; isolated, perfect for thinking. 

She’s been walking for several hours, the tea in her flask long since drunk. Judging by the Sun’s position in the sky, she’s well into afternoon and has no idea how to get back. The forest has a beguiling, enchanting feel to it. More than once she’s imagined branches reaching down, propelling her forward. It’s so easy to lose yourself in fantasy here, she thinks. A figure some way off catches her attention and she arcs her arms in wide waves. 

“Hi! Hello?!” 

She pauses, wracking her memory of the guidebook as her feet begin to sprint forwards. 

“Do you speak English?” She asks in faltering Norwegian. “I’ve away from the track.”

[vredeir]

@maegtig​,  meme,  ——  " you could bring him no hope? "

WHICH  MIGHT  HAVE  BEEN  THE  LEAST  QUESTION  IVAR  EXPECTED  TO  HEAR  FROM  ANYONE.     (  He  is  not  exactly  known  to  be  compassionate.  )     Which  is  why,  in  turn,  he  stares  rather  than  giving  an  answer  right  away.  Incredulous.  Wide  -  eyed     &     tilting  his  head  to  the  side.  He  never  stops  looking  at  Magni,  wondering  about  that  question.  Why  would  he  do  such  thing  ?  To  make  promises  without  knowing  what  either  the  gods  or  the  Norns  have  in  store  for  them  ?  Was  he  ever  given  hope  ?     (  Upon  recalling  what  his  relationship  with  Floki  was  like  -  straight  forward,  blunt,  honest  -  he  needed  that  more  than  being  given  hope  for  something  that  might  never  happen.  Except  he  kept  trying  nonetheless.  )     His  nose  wrinkles  before  Ivar’s  gaze  drops  again,  his  fingers  running  along  the  edge  of  one  of  his  throwing  axes  he  always  keeps  close  to  him.     (  He  currently  does  not  mean  to  wield  them  as  a  weapon,  he  rather  wants  to  sharpen  them  again.  )     ❝     Isn’t  hope  something  like  a  Christian  virtue  ?     ❞     His  lips  curl  at  the  thought.  Something  he  definitely  will  remember  to  find  out.  But  of  course,  that  does  not  answer  Magni’s  question.     ❝     I’m  not  trying  to  give  anyone  hope.  That’s  a  concept  some  people  might  mistake  for  a  promise  —  which  I  do  not  give  away  lightly.  If  there  is  something  you  want,  what  stops  you  from  doing  everything  you  can  to  get  that  ?  In  fact,  I  was  told  I’d  never  walk.  I  didn’t  need  hope  to  prove  them  all  wrong.     ❞

[odisn]

Misconception meme: ThOr iS a BiG dUmB bc he’s sentimental and goofy 😒

HONESTLY   that’s such a pet peeve .   I definitely love the sentimental and goofy aspects of his character but Thor’s a quick - thinker ,  he can speak many languages ,  he can outwit his opponents on certain occasions .   there’s such a problem of people seeing intelligence as this linear thing where like   ...   if u ain’t a certain thing ,  like ,  academically advanced ,  you’re inherently stupid .   and that’s not true at all ,  and there’s such fluidity in intelligence that often   ---   unfortunately   ---   gets ignored or misinterpreted .

and I hope I capture that across my muses tbh  (   for those of you that follow Eggsy ,  this is literally all I aim to do lmao   )   ---   like yes they’re goofy ,  they make silly mistakes ,  they say dumb things sometimes .   but they’re also intelligent in different ways that allow them to excel at certain tasks .   like Thor’s linguistic or physical intelligence that allows him to learn a bazillion languages ,  pick up nuances in voices ,  and spend his entire days training to fight and defend himself .

                        @maegtig    /    p.

[scmildanach]

@maegtig​ ( for Modi ) [ X ]

He sat in the open field; waiting. Lifeless bodies lay around him but Lugh looked elsewhere towards the horizon where the other still claimed the last souls of the day. Already the Valkyrjur had come to claim their own for Grimnir’s hall and the phantom horseman, Donn, rode to gather the children of this land. It was the same as it had always been. Wave after wave, Grimnir sent his people to die, as Lugh summoned armies of his own to repel the invading force that came from across the stormy black seas. Areadbhair was still now in his grip, as a new accumulation of voices echoed in whispered tones that were easily silenced by the wind. How gruesome this battle had been, but what difference did it truly make? After all, they were all weakening with the advancement of Mother Church. It seemed almost laughable that they were still fighting among themselves.

❝ One would think after bein’ beaten so many times, you’d get the idea, ❞ he called out, the familiarity in his tone announcing the other as the bear wandered over. Lugh made no attempt to engage with an any act of violence but instead merely pointed to the few deep cuts that now marred tattooed flesh. ❝ Those will fester without proper care. Areadbhair is kind to none,❞ Lugh paused monetarily as he stood to his feet, using the spear in his hand to support his weight, ❝   and I will not fight a fuckin’ cripple next we meet. ❞