#now that Fenrir has got what he deserves

[hel-phoenyx]

New Years Eve, Interlude (2)

Interlude on the New Year's Eve story (even though we're in february. Too bad for the new year new me symbolism but hey they needed to breathe) on our collab with @corneille-but-not-the-author and @soupedepates, because I can't use Fenrir for the remaining plot point I have anymore and I really need this to go in the right direction before we start new shit. Can't go for two more months of stalling now can I :,)

So today you got Kriss being Kriss.

"Call her, Tyr."

My baby brother lifts his head from his phone. We are eating, Fen already left the table to go play pretend with his polly pocket, so I don't get as annoying as I could be about phones on the table ; still, it is a bit nerve-wracking to see thos big dumb ass sulk on at least the thirtiest draft he wants to send.

"What do you mean ?"

"I said what I said. Call her. You can't stay no contact eternally. If this reaches May and you miss Qamar's wedding because of that, or go in and ruin it by your sulking, she will have a right to kill you."

He raises his eyebrow.

"... I thought you told me to disconnect for a while."

"Yeah, from bullshit. Not your friends altogether. I told you, Tyr, you can't play the avoidant part forever, it's just self-sabotaging. You got hurt, she got hurt, you guys need to talk it out. Sooner rather than later."

He sighs. God he looks so miserable. Staying at my place did him good, he regained some colors, put on some weight and started going to the gym again, as well as boxing. Brynja managed to pull him back together woth Valentines, what a godsend. He's talking to the gang of six, and saw Kaizarz and Oli recently ; I even heard him have a long conversation with Meili over the phone yesterday.

Well, Meili chewed him out, but it was deserved.

No, the only problem left is Domhildr. I couldn't contact her, he didn't try, they're still not talking, and I can see the toll it takes on him. But, knowing that idiot, he doesn't think much of a potential attempt.

He closes his phone, take a bite of the dessert. Gustav's cheesecake. I love my malewife and I love even more his cakes. All his cakes.

".... I don't see the point. She must hate me. Silence once is excusable, but for two months ?"

"Well you did fuck up and that is precisely why you must apologize."

".... Yeah I know. But she'd be better without me anyway."

Jesus Christ.

I get up, take his cheeks between my two hands. Force him to look at me in the eyes.

"Listen well, you sulking baby. Do you really think the girl that told you she loved you after fucking Oli on New Years and flirting with Sigismund Warsowar after that, people that in your reference are appently better that you, would hate you for the sole point you're being a little kid ?"

He blinks, but I am not finished.

"If anything she probably feels like YOU hate her for the very legitimate lashing out at you. I know that girl since she's eight, you know. She can't hate people for shit."

"Yet she hate Fenrir."

"Yeah but see, Fenrir deserves his new load of silent treatment."

He has a tiny, sarcastic smile.

"On that point we agree."

I remember when Gustav told me they ran into Kaizarz and Fenrir had his little tantrum. Apparently Tyr kept an ice-cold profile for him all evening after that and it's deserved. It's been years, dude, and Kaizarz ain't did shit except being a better friend than you, drop it.

"But seriously, Tyr, call her. I'm sure she's not even aware you're staying at my place right now, even if you warned the three others. Brynja litteraly told me you ask them to keep it for themselves."

"I-"

He stops. No argument, huh.

"The truth, Tyr, is that you're so afraid of a confrontation where she would tell you that she doesn't love you anymore, and you could only blame yourself for that. But the more you avoid this shit the more it has a chance to happen, and you can't avoid it forever."

He stays silent. Bullseye, eh ? I know you too well.

That should be something for your therapist, but you didn't talk about that with him, did you. So I, as the big sister in mechanical engineering, have to step up. And engineer my way in so you understand.

I hate seeing you like this, Tyr. And them, too. You were a group, once, with Meili, Oli and Kaizarz and I don't want it falling apart because it was part of my childhood, too.

I let go of his cheeks, sit down again.

"I can't do everything for you, you know. I gave news to your friends while you needed to recover, I tried to arrange something with Domhildr so it doesn't take TWO FUCKING MONTHS, I invited you to stay at my place so you wouldn't be alone with your thoughts. I am happy to help you, really, but you're turning 27 this year, act like it."

He sighs. Nods.

".... I should call her. Maybe."

"That's a progress."

".... Not today."

Il roll my eyes.

"That's less of a progress. Tell you what, I won't force you, or interfere for shit. Won't nag you about that either. But pull your shit together, Tyr, for fuck's sake. Or you won't have any shit to pull."

He nods again. I guess I have made my point clear.

Good. So I won't have to call Domhildr and tell her to get her ass here asap.

[felassan]

David Gaider on Fenris, under a cut for length:

"Fenris. Now, DA2 is a story all on its own but I'm not going to go there other than to sum it up as "we had just over a year and a half to make this". It's why I only wrote one follower, Fenris, and although it'll make his fans mad: I probably shouldn't have. Let me explain. The way we'd approach making the followers is brainstorming a list of concepts covering first the array of gameplay classes (and sub-classes) and then making sure they each have some skin in the game when it came to the story's conflicts - ideally having characters on both sides of the major ones. Why? You can't make a player care about the world, but you can make them care about characters who care about the world. It's the easiest way to provide hooks into a conflict, outside of it knocking on the player's door. Heck, it's probably better than that. Players will burn the world for approval. After that, we'd decide things like romances/sexuality. Then the writers would pick who they'd write. I always let my writers pick first. I figured they do their best work when it's something they're inspired to write... and they got so few chances at ownership, I wanted to give it whenever I could It's why I (reluctantly) let Patrick wrest Cole from my grasp in DAI, a character I'd created in Asunder. It's also why I let Jennifer take Anders in DA2, who I'd started in Awakening. In this instance, it meant I was left with the angry elven warrior character who nobody else appeared to want."

"It should have been my first clue that something was up. The second was how the artists had zero clue what to do with him. The art concepts were all over the place - from mages to crows to... well, even weirder. No matter how hard I tried to explain the idea, the artists simply didn't seem to get it Does this mean he was a bad character? Not exactly. Just an idea that probably deserved some re-examining. You can tell when an idea has a certain spark, and part of that is being easy to communicate. Sadly, there wasn't time for any re-examining even if it'd occurred to me. And it didn't, not yet. If it had, if I had time, maybe I'd have re-booted him as a templar. Someone pro-templar rather than anti-mage, who could give a personal hook into Meredith and give the templars some badly-needed humanity. But this falls into the shoulda-woulda-coulda category. I had a follower to write. Quickly. I struggled, at first. It was hard to get away from "Fenris hates everything, all the time". It felt very one-note, and I didn't know where to take him. My third clue, I guess. I also wasn't sure if I was the right person to write a former slave. I did know that couldn't be the center of his story. I did know trauma, however. How it can eat you up. How the hate and resentment is like drinking poison and hoping the other person dies. How it can infect your relationships. Fenris's trauma isn't my trauma, obviously, but here I dipped into a more personal part of myself than I'd ever done before."

"It gave me the center of his story I was missing, but wow was it uncomfortable. In a good way, maybe. I likely wouldn't have, if I hadn't been so desperate. In a way, I think DA2 had some of our best writing *because* of the timeline. It was raw, with little time to sand down the interesting parts. I wouldn't have done the "Fenris doesn't talk to you for three years" thing if I'd known we were going to cut all the reactivity initially planned for the time jumps. When that call was made, I campaigned to cut the jumps to a year, but there was no time for the revisions it'd need. So, um. Awkward. I used to get asked where the name came from, and I... don't remember? Obviously it's derived from Fenrir, but I don't recall why we picked that. Someone pointed at Fenris the Feared from Joe Abercrombie's books... and I did read them, so maybe the name lodged in my head? Wouldn't be the first time. Casting Fenris turned out to be easy. He was the first time I requested a specific VA and got him. (The other times were Merrill and then Solas, my two "I want these specific Welsh actors, please".) Why? OK, if you must know, I'd played a bit of Final Fantasy XII. I heard Balthier. "Yes, that." 😅 And Gideon Emery was a delight, as it turned out. Consummate professional, and that lovely gravel in his voice... good god. Bite the knuckles. There was a struggle to find the voice at the outset where I did my best not to say "just pls do Balthier" but he found Fenris on his own and it was amazing. Overall, Fenris turned out better than he had any right to, considering the rocky start. He had a lot of soul, a vulnerability forged by pain that struck a chord with a lot of players, and I'm glad. Do I regret anything? Probably having him live in a corpse-filled mansion that would never update. That's a hindsight thing, though, as again the cut to reactivity over the time jumps came late. Outside of that, maybe letting the player give him back to Danarius? Poor shock value and a waste of resources because almost nobody took the option. Good evil options are ones that are tempting to take. And the lyrium tattoos. Interesting concept, but they're probably why you'll never see Fenris in a future DA. He requires a custom body, and the tattoos make that expensive. It's why I put Fenris in my 4th DA novel - the cancelled one. Don't fret, though. He died in it, so this way he lives on. 😉"

[source thread]

User: "Wait wait how does he die in [the cancelled novel]??" David Gaider: "Gloriously, after taking up a cause he didn't believe in at first but then made his own, one that allowed him to rediscover what it meant to be elven." [source] David Gaider: "I’m not sorry about the novel cancellation. I’m the one who cancelled it. I am kinda sad we couldn’t make it work, though. Considering it was after I left the DA team, it would have been my final DA hurrah." [source] David Gaider: "From my perspective, it was kind of "well if you're never going to use him again, let me at least give him a proper send off" and the story required a glorious death... but I get that's not the story his biggest fans would want (which is Hawke + Fenris 4ever), so it's just as well." [source]

User: "You all did some incredible work with such a tight deadline" David Gaider: "I'm of the opinion that even if we'd had only another six months to bake, DA2 would be remembered as a classic and not either a flawed gem or underbaked sequel, depending on who you ask." [source]

David Gaider: "Just to clarify the "they're probably why you'll never see Fenris" thing, as it's spawned commentary: 1. It's the reasoning as was explained to me back then. 2. Obviously, if Bio *really* wanted to, they'd find a way around it. But it was a complication that meant he couldn't be included casually." [source]

[thepaperpanda]

The Zone Of Comfort || Joel Miller x fem!reader

Summary: As soon as Joel gets home, he has some concrete plans for what he'll do with you in his spare time

Warnings: SMUT

Word count: 1904

Authors: Cass & Fenrir

There was no way he could take his eyes off you, that was the truth. 

Upon returning home, he dropped his bag on the floor and locked the door; he didn't even think about getting refreshed.

The day had been filled with scummy, dirty work, and he was not only exhausted, but wanted to get relaxed first and foremost. He started considering other ways of dealing with his condition after realizing that the pills mixed with the old whiskey he had kept in a secret stash under the wardrobe were no longer effective.

Then there you were, bustling in the kitchen, in his kitchen, looking goddamn fine.

The world was hard to find yourself in, everything you knew one day crumbled to dust, leaving nothing behind, forcing you to leave in every way you could. Joel's side wasn't always easy, but it didn't change your love for him.

As soon as you heard his backpack hit the ground, you perked up. Finally, he was home. "Joel, you're back! I got some good food, so let's have a nice meal together."

"No rats' meat today, huh?" He laughed slightly darker than he intended to, while he approached you and wrapped his strong arms around your waist from behind. "Missed me?" As he shifted your hair aside to kiss the crook of your neck, his breath was a blend of cigarette scent and warmth. "Because I certainly missed you, Y/N."

The thought of it turned your face into disgust, but you soon smiled as he kissed you. Your hand moved into his hair. "That's what I always do, you know." Suddenly, you turned in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I always miss you and I’m worried every time you're out."

With a smug smirk, he buried his face in your neck's crook, still kissing you there, grazing his rough lips across your soft skin. "Oh, did you miss me?"

"I missed you so much," you giggled, stroking his hair. "I think you missed me too."

You were picked up and placed on the kitchen counter by Joel as easily as if you were a leaf. His hands began to stroke your legs through your jeans instantly. "Prove it then, little one," he dared.

It's not that you were surprised, just that you didn't expect this right now. You gasped and rested your hands on his shoulders. ”You missed me that much?”

The man did not reply, instead he drew his head back and looked at you, his eyebrows cocked, a cocky smirk dancing across his lips. "As you can see."

A smile spread across your face as you gently touched his chest. "I bet you missed my moans when you fucked me," you teased and slowly removed your shirt. "I bet that's all you come back for."

As you took off your shirt, he watched your boobs bouncing a little without saying anything. "What do we have here?" He murmured, cupping one of your breasts and gently squeezing it, strongly but lightly enough to not hurt you in any way.

"Something you really like." When he touched you, you couldn't help but moan. "Dinner can wait. Since you're back, you deserve dessert." Following those words, you tossed your pants aside. There was nothing else on you except your panties as you sat before him.

After stroking your waist with calloused hands, he slipped one of his palms onto your thigh to massage the flesh there. "The little one is so eager today. Are you already wet for me, hmm? Are you getting aroused thinking of me taking you on a dinner table?" Asked Joel, once again kissing your neck, he applied his thumb to your clit and rubbed you there through your panties. "Oh, yes. You are fucking wet," he grinned at you, gently biting the flesh on your neck, leaving a hickey there, and slipping his index finger beneath the fabric of your undies.

A quiet gasp escaped your lips as you shuddered. "Yes, I was eagerly anticipating your return. I couldn't wait for your touch and love. I imagined you touching me each night before sleep and each morning when I awoke."

Taking a step back, Joel started to unbutton his flannel shirt and removed it soon, not breaking eye contact with you for a moment.

"And you said I'm eager," you teased, swinging your legs innocently while watching him with the same innocent smile.

Having tossed his shirt on the floor, he returned to you, wrapped one hand around your waist and helped your legs wrap around his waist before picking you up, grunting deeply.

"Am I getting too heavy for you?" You raised an eyebrow, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Or are you getting too old for this?"

He placed you hardly on the top of the kitchen table and pushed the papers off before he stared into your eyes. "Just the smell of your wet pussy makes me crazy, baby."

Angrily, you huffed at the papers spilling on the floor, turning your attention back to him. "Then prove it, not just talk about it and ignore my work."

As soon as he unclasped your bra, he took it off. As soon as he finished, his lips locked around one of your erected nipples while his hand pinched the other.

"Fuck," you groaned, pulling his hair carefully with your hands. "I missed this so much, and I needed it so badly."

The hand that pinched your nipple slowly moved down your body, soon reaching your panties' fabric. As his lips continued working on your nipple, he slipped his hand beneath your panties and viciously rubbed your clit.

In an effort to get closer to him, you moaned and arched your back. After being away for so long, you craved his touch more than ever. "Joel! Please, I need you."

In an instant, he moved and started kissing your lips hungrily, slowly sliding his middle finger into your pussy, moving it back and forth while making out with you. His free hand unzipped his fly and unbuckled his belt.

You moved your hands to help him, while kissing him back just as eagerly. You weren't going to let him dominate the kiss so easily now that he was back.

It made Joel grunt loudly, as your tiny hands were helping him with his jeans. Having slipped his finger out of you, he brought his hand to his lips, licking and tasting your wetness while gazing at you, almost naked on the kitchen table, with your best deer-eyes fixed on him. By pushing your panties aside, he uncovered your dripping pussy, already glistening with the wetness he spread all over your clit with his hand moments earlier. With his eyes traveling back to your face, Joel smirked. "Who's a good girl, huh? Who's already dripping for me?"

While biting your lip, you replied, "I'm a good girl. I'm always waiting for you and thinking about you."

Joel spat on his open palm and jerked his already erected cock several times before spreading your legs wide. After sliding his tip past your pussy lips gently, he pushed hard enough to bury his shaft deeply inside your wet core, grunting at the long missed tightness. "Fuck."

As he filled you up and stretched your walls, you hissed in delight. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. As you kissed him, you murmured, "Fuck indeed."

As he kissed your lips briefly, he grabbed your waist, and quickly began fucking you, grunting and groaning at various times, looking at the place where your bodies were connected to see the bulge forming within your abdomen whenever he was pushing his cock in. "I'm so impressed with you, little one, taking me so well. You're a fine young lady, aren't you?"

As you pressed your hand against the bulge, you let out a loud moan at the pleasure feeling that sent shivers down your spine. "I always take your cock so well whenever you need it. Fuck, I love it."

As he increased his pace a little, he picked up one of your legs and rested it against his broad shoulder, massaging your calf a little while squeezing one of your breasts. "So tight, I love it," he praised within a husky tone. Soon, he pulled out of you, pulled you off the table, turned you around and pressed hard on your back, so you had to lay face down on the table. "Stick your sweet ass up, sweetheart."

As a good girl, you nodded and raised your butt in appreciation. Obviously, you didn't stop yourself from rolling your hips for Joel just to tease him.

He spanked you a few times, leaving red marks on your buttocks. He snarled, grabbing his cock and rubbing its tip against your slick folds. He grunted, "Did I tell you I love your fucking ass?"

Nodding, you grabbed the edge of the table. "You did. Many, many times."

Joel wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you close as he slowly entered you once more. "Oh, fuck, I love it when you got so fucking tight." His other hand grabbed your left hip as he was slowly bucking his hips into you.

Your moaning became louder as you said, "And I am all yours to fuck however you want! I love this thick cock abusing my pussy.”

The hand slipped under your belly, holding you there, moved to rub on your clitoris as he fucked you in the steady pace.

It was impossible not to whimper in pleasure as he made endless promises and praises for how good you made him feel as you moaned his name so sweetly.

Your warmness mixed with wetness, and your pussy's tightness sent him on edge. Soon, his pushes turned sloppy, and he started grunting more and more. As Joel pulled out his throbbing dick from you, he turned you around and jerked his shaft several times before cumming on your belly. "Fuck, Y/N."

You sat up and used your finger to taste some of his cum while moaning sadly at the feeling of emptiness. Your arm encircled his hand as you hummed. "Feeling better, sweetie?”

He wiped the last drops of cum from the tip of his cock with his thumb and sucked it clean, glaring at your body, still shivering from the pleasure you both shared. As he rearranged his boxers and jeans and zipped his fly, he casually replied, "Yeah, of course, that's what I missed." It wasn't long before he touched your swollen pussy again, eliciting another groan from you. "I love you so much. You're my only source of comfort."

After getting off the table, you walked to the kitchen and found a rug there. Before returning to him, you cleaned yourself up and put on your clothes. Wrapping your arms around him, you looked up at his face. "I love you too, and I'm glad I can help you feel better."

One of his brows cocked up. "What the fuck are you doing getting dressed?"

You blinked, whispering, "Uhm... As I'm planning to finish the food now, I'd like to dress appropriately."

A smirk spread across his face as he touched your cheek and stared deeply into your eyes. "Food can wait," he told you. "There is still a lot to make up, and I am not done pledging you yet."

[ms--lobotomy]

Since you tagged me in this poll I feel the need to answer with my thoughts for all of them. You know, for funsies.

40k Guilliman: pretty good option. He’s (somewhat) mentally stable and has talked it out with you beforehand. Though I am curious on where he acquired primarch-grade bondage equipment. Is that why it was planned months in advance? Was he spending all that time just trying out different kinds of ropes and chains that could hold him like some sort of kinky parody of Fenrir from norse mythology?? Also, he deserves sex that has him relax and not possibly shatter his partner’s pelvis, let that man rest. 8/10.

Corrupted Horus: We all enjoy a very evil and very charismatic man from time to time. And the chaos gods which are currently kinda wearing Horus’ body like a condom are one of the options presented in this poll. But before your mind gets carried away with the fantasy of hot mean DILF, we have to think: He’s still a DILF. And so his taste in music will be that of a Dad. So get ready for him to blast Imagine Dragons while sexily taking his shirt off. You plead for him to strip faster, not because you’re horny but because you hope that when he does so he’ll turn the rock & roll cover of Thunder off and fuck you properly. He won’t. 1/10.

Jaghatai: No words other than those of approval. No thoughts other than those of lust. 9/10.

Ferrus Manus pre-heresy: Not sure why you specified pre-heresy but maybe I don’t have enough imagination for a post-heresy lewding scenario, but I digress. So I feel that the sex wouldn’t be the main draw of the situation here, instead it’s more to do with trying to make a guy feel better about a body part that he wants to peel his metal-skin off of. Ferrus is a dude that has simultaneously given all of his children body dysmorphia (that they try to fix by replacing their body parts with tech) while also wanting to get rid of the most technological part of himself. And he won’t even tell people a direct answer about where he got the technological metal hands from anyway. This man is an enigma and the sex is just a backdrop for the true scenario; which is the Ferrus Manus character exploration that’s going on. So to judge purely by the sex itself it’s a solid 5/10.

Daemon Magnus: This dude will not only do all of what you specified. But he’ll also add Gale from bg3 astral plane type sex into the mix. The only limit is your imagination Babey!!! 11/10 (he may have used his psychic powers to mess with the rating).

Leman Russ: What’s not to love about a big scary man in a collar? What’s not to love about a living war machine getting restrained like they’re a simple animal?? Though him eventually breaking out of it would imply that my skills in Husband husbandry are poor, and that might make me kind of sad. 7/10 (would change it to 8/10 if you also put a muzzle on him)

Pre-Heresy Fulgrim: The number one rule of kink fantasy is that nothing will work out as perfectly as you want it to, something will always go differently than it did in your imagination because, fun fact, your partner is not a mind reader (and even if they were it’s not like they can control every action/reaction they do/have). If you fuck him he will be very very very disappointed in you and will act like a bitch about it. 3/10 (the sex stops midway through because you ruined his expectations too many times).

Rogal Dorn: The way im about to sexualise that middle aged man. Oh boy… well first of all I’ll- [REDACTED BY THE INQUISITION. SUMMONS A DAEMON OF SLAANESH IF THE TEXT IS READ OUT LOUD]. 9.5/10.

30k Corvus Corax: Now while he can’t be perceived, I can. In fact I am very perceivable. Unlike Corvus’ furtive emo outfits my fashion sense consists of wearing the most sparkly and shiny accessories all the time and in very large quantities. I dress as though I’m trying to sound like one of santa’s reindeer or a sentient human windchime. And my penchant to talk very loudly knows no bounds. So combining his extreme stealth with my extreme unstealth gives us the average of The Normal Amount Of Noticeability. Which would get us both arrested for indecent exposure. 0/10 because i don’t want to go to jail.

Sanguinius: also a pretty good option. Though I question how a man who had big issues with being deified by the mortal populace would feel about having his more “angelic” features worshipped. But I’m sure I can make it work. 7.5/10.

In conclusion: the vote goes to Magnus, but if he wasn’t there then Dorn would be attaining the title of “babygirl” real fucking fast.

Time to /finally/ answer some asks. This isn't a knock on you by any means, or anyone who's sent asks. I'm just not very good at it lol

Robby G: Listen. L i s t e n. This man is 1. the type to have a schedule for sex (nothing wrong with that if thats what people are into) and 2. the type to take it in the butt. He deserves it in the butt. Yes, he is a space war criminal. But wouldn't it be nice to put it in him?

Horse: I'm sorry, the image of an Imagine Dragons striptease is... enlightening as to the individual Horus is. He's the dad that hosts the barbecue parties. He's the dad that falls asleep watching TV. Hell, he probably wears Hawaiian shirts. (That last one's got me bricked up. Shit)

Jagh: This one got me. He fucking would be into leather, be it on him or his partner. May write a fic about it in the future. Dead serious

Ferrus: Ok, I'll admit it, this one was self-indulgent for me. Yes, Ferrus is an ass in canon. I also want him so bad, and that also entails helping him through some shit. (It's the "I can fix him" instinct.) Also, if his partner isn't ok with 17 inches, that's understandable. (Also also, I specified pre-Heresy because him coming back headless horseman style is kind of a pipe dream of mine)

Mags: Monsters are hot. Next guy

Russ: This one was a bit of a gift for my Russ fucker friend. You know who you are! And if you're a Russ fucker anyways, please be my friend

Fulgrim: This man has been through so many partners and he still doesn't understand kink very well, bless his heart. He's still gotta make sure everything goes the way he thought it would, otherwise what's even the point? Mm. Maybe he can be put with someone who makes him realize that it doesn't need to be that way.. ;v

Doorknob: Go ahead, sexualize the brick wall man. Put him in a maid dress. He'd like his partner to be a little rough, especially during... ahem. Encounters. Remember the Rogal Dorn position? Maybe not all the time, but fuck, this man needs to take it like his life depends on it.

Corax: Not for everyone, I get it. Especially if your clothes are like that. I applaud your fashion sense, you dress how I've always wanted to. But that fic's still rattling around in my mind. Thank you Raven Lady we all say in unison

Sang: You raise a very good point. I don't know how comfortable he'd be with focus on his more non-human qualities. But it can work. I have faith in you, battle brother.

[bugwolfsstuff]

I'm reading Magnus chase rn and also reading up on my norse myth.

And from what ive seen in myth is that they are insanely cruel to my guy, my girl, my one time horse, Loki and personally i think they deserve to go a lil bit batshit insane.

Like the gods (specifically Odin it seems) have straight up either killed or exiled or chained his kids

Like Hel got thrown into well Hel

The snake one whos name im not even gonna try to spell got thrown into the sea and is now coiled around the earth

Fenrir got chained up

Vali got turned into a wolf and killed Nari/Nafi. Then Nari/Nafi's entrails were used to bind Loki.

And to add insult to injury had snake venom dripped on him for eternity

Now I'm kinda half hoping that not all of these are canon in Magnus Chase.

But if they are Loki has to something fucking terrible for me to not be on his side.

And the other gods are going to have to be fucking saints for me to care about them.

Like he sounds like a fucking delight (genuine)

Im on page 80 of the first book but i do know a few spoilers (word of advice don't look at official art a few hours after you read about a mysterious character that doesn't get named lmao) like i know about Alex (her entire fucking backstory actually cus i stupidly read the wiki page) and i know Samirah (and have already fallen deeply in love with her) and apparently theres a talking sword named Jack that likes Percy's sword (dam not even outside his own series does Percy get a break)

[captain-mj]

Fenrir and Tyr

Previous parts here

Soap forced Ghost into therapy. He was not happy about it, but Soap promised him it would help. He wondered if he’d have to offer a reward, but Ghost didn’t fight very hard. Mostly, Ghost just pouted and made it very clear he was unhappy.  

Soap was surprised when the therapist told him what might help. It seemed a bit weird, but she insisted it would be helpful. So Johnny checked in to it. 

Ghost had shifted for the first time since he had unshifted. His giant wolf body was laying on the couch. He looked so sad and lonely. Yeah, he could try to play his lone wolf schtick all he want, but he could tell that Ghost needed interaction. And sometimes it was clear that humans were overwhelming. Shifters were unpredictable as Soap was still very worried on if Ghost would feel threatened or start fighting. 

So Riley the dog seemed perfect. 

She was an emotional support dog and she clearly took her job seriously. Riley walked right over to Ghost and sat in front of him. 

Ghost looked up and tilted his head, clearly confused. He shifted back and stretched. “What’s with the dog?” 

Riley put her head within reach of him. 

“She’s an emotional support dog.”

“An emotional support dog? Why? Do you need that?”

“No, she’s for you.” Soap smiled. “Try petting her.”

Ghost frowned but indulge him, petting her. He smiled at her and started to pet her more. He patted her side like a watermelon and when her tail wagged, he looked downright delighted.

“Well, aren’t you a ray of sunshine, sweetheart?” Ghost grinned.

Soap smiled. “Do you want to take her on a walk?”

Ghost nodded and went to get dressed. He still walked like a soldier and wore his mask, but there was something a tiny bit happier about him. A small softness to him. 

It was adorable. 

Ghost and Riley walked in time and settled to just… stand at the edge of the park. Both were in some sort of work mode. 

Soap thought it over and cleared his throat. He walked in front of them, posturing as a captain. “Now, you two have done a great job this past week. Successful smash and grabs, covert missions and being a very good boy and good girl.”

Riley wagged her tail at that. Ghost’s hips gave a tiny jerk exactly like he did when he tried to wag his nonexistent tail. 

“So, now I am going to give you your hardest orders yet.”

The tension was intense. Both of them watching him intensely. Riley had started to do tiny tip taps, though she was clearly trying her best to be a good service dog. Ghost started to bounce on his heels. 

“Have fun. Release!” 

Ghost and Riley immediately went running around. He chased her around. Soap noticed Riley slowing down whenever he got too far back. It was so much fun. Almost infectious. 

Soap started to chase them too. They got turned around until Ghost and Riley were both after Soap, both of them on his heels. They were almost at him when he did a sharp turn and almost lost them for a second. 

Ghost tackled him, slamming right into him. He pulled him to his chest and put one of his hands out to catch them. He panted on top of him before collapsing, laying all over Soap. 

Riley sat nearby, trying to catch her breath. 

Soap smiled, planning on telling her she’s a good girl, but Ghost was giving him a kiss before he had a chance. 

Ghost stood up and pulled Soap up. He smiled at him. Nice and soft. 

Maybe it would be okay. Fine. 

Soap got a call that night from Price. “We’ve arrested some people. There’s evidence to put them away, but not for long. His testimony could help.”

Soap took a deep breath. “He’ll do it if I give him the choice.”

“Are you going to keep it from him?”

“Absolutely not. He deserves the choice.” Soap sighed. “Just.. hate it. He deserves to be happy. Hard to let him be if he’s having to deal with this.”

“Soap, what has he mentioned about his family?”

“They’re dead. All I got.” Price was silent for a moment and Soap frowned. “Price?”

“I… may have found a lead on something.’

Soap glanced at where Ghost and Riley were laying on the floor together, watching a movie. “Explain.”

“Can’t be sure of anything yet, but I think there may be a relative of his somewhere. You mentioned to me that he may have kids, so I’m trying to figure it out. Young boy said to be part of Ghost’s family is all I’ve seen so far. Nothing concrete. I’ll get back to you when I get more information. Don’t tell Ghost yet. Don’t want to get his hopes up in case this is all fake.”

Soap nodded and looked at Ghost who was holding Riley close. “Of course. Hope to hear back.”

“I hope so too.”

[lone-wolf-lunagaron]

A Stranger I Remain (Open RP)

The sun was shining brightly over the verdant hills and Fenrir as usual,continues his way of going wherever and whenever it suits him and not caring if he was close to a settlement or in the middle of a trade route. He is currently sitting on the hill in the middle of area 4 that leads into area 5. He was simply content with himself and felt the calm breeze on his face… Then,a particularly unpleasant memory rushed into his head… In the citadel…That evening… the blood of his mate and unborn pups… the walls of his den… every inch of it…stained in their blood… their corpses… the very sight…haunted him… never again does he want to be remind of his failures as a mate…and as a father. Deciding to leave the verdant hills,Fenrir got up and ran towards the boarder of the verdant hills. After about and hour of running,he ended up getting distracted by blue lighting flashing in the distance,followed by the roar of an Astalos. From observing hunters fighting an Astalos, Fenrir knew if he ended up bumping into one,he’d be in for quite a fight. After about a while and Just before he could refocus on leaving the verdant hills,the fanged wyvern crashed into another monster and let out a yelp in surprise,then the two went tumbling down.

Soon after,The Lunagaron and the monster he crashed into stopped tumbling and separated from each other. Fenrir quickly got up to face the monster…His eyes widened at the sight of a Deviant…the Boltreaver Astalos got up as well… Already Fenrir was annoyed but he did not falter… Ice began to form across his body… his ears got longer… His back spikes grew longer…his claws bigger and sharper and the fanged wyvern stood bipedal and let out a loud roar that sounded like cold winds blowing in,followed immediately by an even louder howl. Then he charged at the flying wyvern…

The battle was long…the battle was bloody… The Boltreaver Astalos was still alive…although covered in numerous laceration wounds and bleeding heavily from said laceration wounds,it’s wings ripped to pieces… part of It’s tail sliced to ribbons… and much of it’s crest…torn to shreds… the fanged wyvern has claimed victory…although the lunagaron did not walk away from the battle without some injuries of his own… a broken claw,numerous scars across his body from the Astalos’s talons and a broken hind leg. While Fenrir knew he had to stop in order to recover from his injuries,he can’t… not while he’s out in the open… He coughed up blood and the fanged wyvern was whining from the amount of pain he was under from his broken left hind leg that he kept lifted off the ground… but he didn’t let that stop him from trying to leave the verdant hills and continued limping… after few hours of limping, Fenrir took a short break to lick his wounds… he started with the small cut on his right paw… then moved on to a slightly bigger scar on his shoulder that was bleeding a little… Now satisfied with his little excessive licking session, the Lunagaron slowly got up while trying not to worsen his leg injury. He shut his eyes tightly and gnashed his teeth from the pain of his broken leg. Unable to take the agony anymore, Fenrir howled out loudly in pain… Now back on his…er-three feet, Fenrir continued limping his way out of the verdant hills.

After hours of continuous limping,Fenrir could see Kokoto village in the corner of his eyes. Thoughts began rushing into his head… What if Kokoto village sent their hunter after Fenrir? Would they be hostile to him just passing by? Would they leave him alone? Are they aware of the name some called him… “Garm”? The Lunagaron always hated being called by that name. While he never ever bothered with getting to know the humans and wyverians,he did hear from somewhere the chief of Kokoto village was a legendary hunter until the 5 incident. “Hmph… probably deserved it…” The lunagaron muttered to himself. Then he let out a very loud but short yelp from sudden intense pain from his broken hind leg and he whined from the agony it was inflicting onto him… he was panting and quite heavily at that to catch his breath and calm down. The he decided to catch a small break,Fenrir laid down on his side and went to sleep in an effort to ignore the sheer pain and agony his left hind leg was causing him.

Part of Fenrir wanted to get as far away from the village as possible but at the same time… the lunagaron knew if he continued and passes by the village,his leg will never heal…and he’d be condemning himself to death… But after the amount of poacher camps he escaped from,after all the blood that stained his claws and canines… Why should he trust humans now? They’ve never given him good enough reason to trust them,and why should the fanged wyvern trust them now? Taking one final look at the too-close-for-comfort Kokoto village,the lunagaron closes his eyes and attempts to get sleep, still whining and whimpering from the sheer pain of his broken leg.

[umichenginabroad]

Alex’s Food Corner: Britain Edition

Now the thing that you have ALL been waiting for, the real reason to read the blog, the pretty food pictures. Now we all know about British “cuisine” but I will say that overall the food was pretty good. I sadly did not get beans on toast nor could we convince anyone in our group to get it and that is my only regret about eating out in Britain. Now let’s get into this. 

Fish and Chips:

Mhmm some good ol Fish and Chips. While we do have fish and chips in Iceland I figure I had to try some Britain. Honestly, these were aight. The breading on the fish was amazing. The fish itself could have been better but I’m also just not the biggest fish fan. The chips (fries) needed some salt but their texture was good. Overall it was solid for fish and chips but it could have used some work. 7.5/10 We were also really hungry cause this was our first meal so I was just starving. 

Chorizo:

For dinner the place we wanted to go to was packed and so we walked around until we found this portuguese restaurant. Their prices were expensive and so I got me some Chorizo and chips instead. The chorizo itself was actually cooked really well and had a nice kick to it. I thoroughly enjoyed the chorizo, it was a bit expensive though but that’s what I expected. 7/10

Fenrir’s Breakfast Biscuit:

Now I can’t vouch for this but Fenrir is saying that his breakfast was absolutely delicious. He got a breakfast biscuit  and hot tea. And while there is a separate tea section this one is going in here, the tea was good 8/10 on the tea. The biscuit was a bacon filled one and it was fresh and delicious. The bacon was cooked really well and the bread of the biscuit was so nice and just complimented the bacon’s flavor and texture really well. 8.5/10 

CHOCOLATE CROISSANT:

I have a soft spot for chocolate and sweets ok. The croissant was delicious and so fluffy with all the layers and stuff. The chocolate just added an additional layer of flavor to it and worked so well. I  loved this croissant and it was such a good breakfast, easy 9/10. 

Chicken Shawarma:

If you didn’t know this, Britain has a fairly large middle eastern population and thus middle eastern food. While in Borough Market I went and got me a chicken shawarma for lunch. This was some good chicken. I would’ve loved a little more pickle or vegetables in here, but overall for the price it was not a bad wrap 7.5/10

Paddington and Fenrir’s Nando’s meal:

When we went to Nando’s we got some food. I wasn’t too hungry so I just got to watch the new best friends eat their meal. They got chicken thighs and chips (fries) to share. Nando’s for those of you who don’t know is a South African restaurant that specializes in Portuguese chicken. It is really popular in the UK and it is a fast food restaurant that makes really good chicken. They have a whole spice chart and you can get your chicken as spicy (or not) as you want. They went for a lemon pepper which was on the more mild side. From what they told me though it was delicious. They ate the entire thing AND the fries with it. The chicken was really moist and the chips were really good too and had just the right amount of seasoning and a great texture to them. This might be one of the highest ratings that I have ever given on here and I think it is well deserved. If you ever go to the UK (I will definitely want to go again) you have to go to Nando’s. The easiest 9.5/10 I could ever give. It is one of the best meals that has been consumed while abroad, it was good chicken.

Observing this Croissant: 

While I was at the Royal Observatory waiting for my family to arrive I got a croissant and a tea. Fenrir in the spirit of the place we were at wanted to observe my meal. Honestly the croissant was pretty good. Not the best I’ve had, could have used chocolate, but it was good. I was also hungry so there’s that. For the croissant a 6/10. For the tea, 7/10. It was an alright tea, nothing special to it 

Burger:

I’ve given up with funny names at this point. This was the burger that I had with the family after the planetarium. It was honestly pretty aight. I did have to ask for more pickles though but it was good. The chips were honestly the star of the show though if I had to be honest. But I will give credit to the burger where it was due. 7.5/10

First meal back in Iceland

While this was back in Iceland I figured it fit just because of the timing. This was the meal that I got once I got back from all the planes and trains and I was hungry. It was a long day and this was a good meal. It’s a Chicken and Beef Shawarma on rice with some veggies and a pita. When I say I need this meal I mean it. It was so good and it tasted amazing. The meat was cooked really well and the rice just had a really good flavor to it as well. It could also have been the sleep deprivation and hunger but this is a solid 9/10. 

Alex’s Tea Time:

Welcome to a subsection of Alex’s food corner, Alex’s tea time. Now I wish I had some more things to put in here but I have already talked about some of the tea that I had. Tea is really big in Britain and so I had a lot of tea and it was good. I care a lot about tea and so getting good tea was really important for me.

Boba Tea:

While not technically tea in a traditional sense I figured this was a fitting spot to talk about it. The boba I got was alright. The milk cap was honestly not good at all. The smoothie part was pretty good and the tapioca was standard. I’m going to have to go with an overall rating of 4/10 though. 

Fancy Tea (TWG Tea):

This was the super fancy tea from TWG tea that I got. I got a blend called “Black Chai” and honestly it was amazing. I am normally someone who likes to put milk and sugar in their tea but honestly this didn’t need it. I did put sugar in it because why not, but it was delicious. The blend was beautifully balanced and the way they prepared it was to perfection. It was carefully steeped for just long enough and it was just the right strength. It was honestly so pleasant to drink and it reminded me that there is good tea out there (I’ve grown numb while being in Iceland). I honestly think this is like 9.5/10. I wish I got it with milk that would’ve probably made it the first 10 I have given. There is no rating that I can give other than at least a 9, but I think a 9.5 fits more. 

Tea2you Chai:

This chai was prepared a bit more formally and traditionally (at least I think so) in a more Indian style. I got it and they put milk, honey, ginger, and some other stuff in it. Honestly, it was delicious. I loved it. It was more flavorful than the other one but I did have to sip this one a little more slowly but it was good. A very solid 9/10

TRAIN STATION TEA:

Ok this one was just a thing for the normal person. It was a pretty good tea for how much it cost. It was just a solid cup of tea and the guy serving it was really nice and so that’s always bonus points. Honestly most of the people that I’ve talked to in Britain have been lovely and really nice. Anyways for just being a pretty good solid cup of tea this is going to get a pretty good 7.5/10. Honestly cost is the most thing holding a lot of these things back. 

Airport Tea:

The final one and for this one I am going to include the biscuit in it’s rating too. This was my tea and bacon biscuit I got at the airport. I was really hungry and tired at this point so there is that slight bias. The biscuit was alright, not as good as the cafe one. I’d give it a solid 6/10 though. The tea on the other hand was again a pretty solid tea so I’ll stay consistent with my rating for those given the price range and say 7.5/10 for the tea. It’s about the same quality and price as the train station tea.

Anyways I hope you enjoy this special edition of Alex’s food corner. Sorry that this post took so long to release, I hope you enjoyed it!.

Alex Shamoun

Robotics

Engineering in Reykjavik

[swisssadge]

Illogicalities in Saint Seiya

Prepare for a longish post. n.n

But I guess I just need to get this out. Because some of these are just so god-awful frustrating.As much as I love Saint Seiya - some blaring logic mistakes just HURT. And it hurts because the original series could have been so much more if so incredibly much potential hadn’t been wasted. Not every bad writing or mistake is because it is a child of its time (80s anime and their damsels in distres *glances at Saori*). 

So, as you’ll unsurprisingly notice, most points are from the original series. Because the spin-offs don’t suffer from the same amount of logic mistakes and do quite a lot things waaay better. And should I find even more things during a rewatch - prepare for part 2. n.n I hope to hear your opinion on what I wrote, and whether you agree or not.

-        What is wrong with the people in Sanctuary? There are two instances I can remember right now: How totally racist they are in the classic saga, and how mean they were the Sisyphus in the gaiden, blaming him to only have received the Sagittarius Cloth because of his brother Ilias’s state as a hero. In the classic saga, I can kinda understand because Saga is at the helm. But in Lost Canvas, Sage is Pope. Why did any of the higher-ups allow such mean people enter the service and Sanctuary of Athena – goddess of wisdom and justice? WHY?! I mean, yeah, the soldiers and Saints are just humans, and humans make mistakes, but come on. They should be at least better than that. Else, I don’t think they deserve to even be in Sanctuary.

-        So, the ages… Saint Seiya really got a problem with those. Firstly, 10-year old Shura doesn’t look like 10-year old Shura in that flashback of his fight against Aiolos. Next, I have checked Marin’s age; she’s supposed to be 16 at the beginnig of the series. And she trained Seiya for 6 years…? Dammit, she does look even close to 10 in that flashback when Seiya was brought to her! Besides, she never has the air of a 16-year old in the entire series. And who in their right mind would make a 10-year old teacher to anybody? Then, even though I don’t like it, I have to mention the Crystal Saint. So, Camus is 20 in the anime. Firstly, the Crystal Saint looks so old, that he probably had been older than Camus when he had been his student. Shame we don’t have confirmation of his age. Anyways, I guess Camus must have been thirteen to fifteen at least when teaching him. Geez… what the hell is it with young kids teaching even younger kids? No wonder Sanctuary was crumbling.

-        Remember that episode in which the new gruesome training is shown, where people even die? It really questions the Gold Saints‘ intelligence, if they by then don’t wonder if something might be wrong in Sanctuary. And they don’t. It needs the real Athena and five Bronze Saints to open their eyes. -.- Who's high and mighty now, Shaka?

-        I really can’t believe none of the Bronze Saints knew of the existence of the Gold Saints. After all, Hyoga (yes, I ignore anime-only Crystal Saint, who may be a chill guy but who only complicates matters and throws logic out the window) and Shiryu were trained by two of them. I can’t imagine their teachers not telling them. Plus, Seiya trained in Sanctuary itself. He’s bound to know, especially considering his friendship with Aiolia. And even worse, do you remember that one or two instances in the anime in which is hinted not even the Gold Saints themselves knew of each other’s existence? How fake Pope Saga acts all surprised and stating in an asking tone that Aiolia is a Gold Saint. And all while freaking Milo is kneeling in front of him in his Gold Cloth. And even Milo acts surprised after the rest of the Gold Cloths are revealed. HOW??? Yeah, thanks for nothing, anime. At least the manga and the new Episode Zero confirm that the twelve Gold Saints grew up together and that they all earned their Cloths prior to Aiolos‘ death.

-        Seika and Marin. Seiya’s sister and mentor. There are some issues I have with how several people seemed to suspect Marin being really Seika. Firstly. When would Seika have had the time to become a fully-fledged Silver Saint? She wasn’t even training back in the Kido mansion. Plus, she was still at the Kido mansion the day Seiya was taken to Greece. Remember that scene where she runs after the car taking him away. Oh, not to forget that Seika apparently vanished ONE WHOLE YEAR after Seiya left for Greece. And Marin is already a Silver Saint by the time he arrives there. Seika would have needed to have been in two places at the same time. Also, if Seika was in Rodorio village the entire time: Shouldn’t Seiya have encountered her by chance in the course of several years? I can’t imagine she stayed inside all the time.

-        Uhm, in the Asgard arc, Shiryu got buried by the same avalanche as Fenrir. So why did Fenrir die and Shiryu not? Shiryu even was beaten up by his fight with Fenrir, while Fenrir didn’t even have a scratch!

-        Um… in Omega… why are there already children of five to seven years training WITH CLOTHS??? I don’t get it. I seriously don’t get it. Where did they get those Cloths from? I mean, I can understand Ryuho, having inherited it from his father Shiryu. But the others? That Lynx Saint friend of Ryuho’s? And weren’t there a little Yuna and a little Soma too – in their Cloths? WHERE THE HELL DID THEY GET THEM FROM??? I seriously cannot imagine any child already earning a Cloth! Seiya had to defeat ten opponents to get his (and was about thirteen at the time). Sisyphus had to land at least one blow against Lugonis wearing the Pisces Cloth, as was probably fifteen-ish to seventeen-ish at that time. So why are suddenly children running around in Cloths?! Isn’t it enough that it is already claimed that the Classic Gold Saints became Saints around the age of 7? Sheesh. I like the idea Teshirogi brought in Lost Canvas far more. Sisyphus was about fourteen or fifteen, maybe sixteen by the time he fought Lugonis for his Gold Cloth. And he was the first, meaning that Aspros and Hasgard were even a little older when they got their Cloths. I don’t get it… I simply don’t get it. Well, at least, in the flashback of his training with Aiolos, Aiolia didn’t seem to have earned the Leo Cloth, and he seems to be six to eight years old back then. Though, duh, it contradicts official statements.

-        While writing a fanfic, a strange notion occured to me… Seiya and Cassios were both living with their masters, Marin and Shaina, right? And female Saints are required to never show their faces to any male, right? So… how the hell did they eat? I mean, didn’t they eat together? Because to eat, Marin and Shaina would have to put away their masks. Did they eat first or did they wait until their students had finished? But even so, the cabin’s are small… Seiya and Cassios would have had to look away the entire time their masters were having their meal. Gee… I don’t get it at all. What a shitty image that they shouldn’t eat together. I mean, they do have a bond as masters and students. And eating is part of the package, especially if said master and student live in the same cabin.

-        So, in the manga all of the bronze boys are siblings, sons of Mitsumasa Kido. That would mean, Seika is his daughter too. And we know that Kido fathered all those children so that Athena would have Saints at her side. My question: Why did Seika never train? Her being a girl is no excuse to me, because, well, Shaina and Marin. Unless Mitsumasa couldn't bring himself to send girls too. Still… with one hundred children, there are bound to be girls too. And if only the boys were sent, then they used that number rather loosely. Because then there wouldn't have been 100 children attempting to earn Cloths, but perhaps like what, 90, 80, maybe even only 70 or 60? Unless he fathered waaaay more than 100 children and kept going until he had 100 boys. Which would be, frankly, disturbing.

-        So, why did Aiolos have to fight any of the normal guards of Sanctuary in the first place? Gold Saints are said to move at the speed of light. And that speed should not be hindered by the barrier over Sanctuary, which only prevents teleportation. So, technically, shouldn't Aiolos have been even well out of Sanctuary before the other Gold Saints had even been alerted?

-        So, how did Aphrodite and Shura in Episode Zero already know Aiolos was a traitor? None of the guards could have been able to reach Pisces or Capricorn before Aiolos. Deathmask I do understand – after all, Aiolos had to go through Aphrodite, Shura, and had to patch himself up in Sagittarius. But Aphrodite and Shura? It would make sense if Saga had sent a telepathic message, but: 1., wouldn't that have given his identity away? And 2.: We never see him doing it, only dispatch some guards. So to me, he never did it in the first place.

-        We learn from several sources, the latest one being Episode Zero, that Saga was sent on a mission to keep an eye on Poseidon and his activities. That he kinda vanished while doing that. But then he turns up on Star Hill to kill Shion. I ask – how? How was he able to get into Sanctuary without anyone seeing or noticing him? ESPECIALLY if he needed to cross the Twelve Houses. Yes, according to Episode Zero, most of the Gold Saints were absent on their special training. But come on. At least Shura would have been suspicious. Plus, how the hell did nobody notice the explosion of Cosmos when he killed Shion? Unless it is canon that he killed Shion with a punch through the chest. If not, then I don't believe nobody noticed.

-        How is it that after the Silver Saint arc, we see nobody train for any Cloth anymore? You should think that with so many Silvers gone, Athena would seek successors. I mean, the war against Hades was drawing close! How on earth did NOBODY think of stocking up their ranks? Not Athena, not the Gold Saints, not even freaking Dohko, who after Shion's passing should be the most experienced one of the bunch. Yes, yes, focus could have remained on the protagonists. But at least a little something? Like one of the Gold Saints traveling around, finding possible new recruits? Some of the Bronzes perhaps helping with training possible future Bronze Saints? Marin and Shaina spar with some Silver Saint trainees? Also, some unused constellations would have made for quite some interesting Cloths and abilities.

-        That said – even after all the arcs, at least a couple of other Saints should be alive to fight against Hades and its forces. Right? So why are the only ones we see the ten Bronzes, the Gold Saints, Marin and Shaina? The only answer would implicate Shion has done a real bad job at maintaining Sanctuary, if after all the deaths in the Silver Saint arc, major part of its fighting force is gone.

-        And… h-how the hell is Hyoga DRIVING A FREAKING CAR?! At his age?!

 P.S.: I think the two most painful points for me are the one with Seika, how she absolutely cannot be Marin, but people still think she might be, and the one where the existence of the rest of the Gold Saints is revealed as this big secret, when it should be known by everyone. Those two blunders... they just hurt. They really do.

[carinyms]

We're three days from the Loki finale and I’m back to spout more meta and theories about episodes 5 & 6! It’s a long one (again.)

I really enjoyed episode five. People have complained that they felt it didn't do much to move the show forward, but one of the things I've loved most about this show is the time it takes to sit with the characters and learn about their backstory, their feelings. (I'm always a little bugged when critics say that an episode hasn't done enough to move the plot forward, because without adequate character development, why should I care about the plot?) I thought the pacing of it was really well balanced.

….and I have never been so nervous for a finale in my entire life. There’s a lot of reasons.

The first is just the fact that I’ve been waiting for this show for a whole year, and the anticipation and excitement of it literally helped get me through the pandemic--so when those final end credits roll I’m going to be a whole mess no matter what happens. (I really hope the rumors floating around about season two are accurate) I also just feel like it’s somewhat inevitable that this is our final farewell to Tom’s Loki, and like—I’ll never be ready, but especially right now, amidst all the rampant controversy around this show, I’m just not ready to deal with that. I have a *small* modicum of hope that this won't be the case, but it feels unlikely. Anyway, guess I’ll die.

I really want this show to stick the landing, so to say. I loved the last episode, but a lot of the response has been that it felt like a lull in the plot. I want this show to end in a satisfying bang so it can get the credit it deserves.

Also I’m a whole hypocrite eating my words from last week—I’m fully on-board with Loki/Sylvie now (not that I was ever really against it)--I’m not sure why I’m surprised. They’re so adorable and wholesome, and I’m in love with seeing Loki in love. It’s so precious. (Just as a PSA, if you’re not into them that’s chill, and you’re allowed to dislike a ship without trying to justify your opinion by labeling shippers as morally problematic. Selfcest isn’t a real thing, therefore there isn’t a moral high ground to stand on here. Okay? Okay.) Wherever it ultimately leads, their relationship is still a really sweet exploration of them both growing and learning how to love themselves and trust others. Also, them cuddling under a tablecloth is the cutest shit I’ve ever seen with my two eyes.

MY THEORIES:

I love Sylvie so much, SO MUCH — and she is 100% going to stab Loki in the back by the end of the next episode. I don’t think the betrayal is going to stick, and by the end they’ll both be on the same page again, but the conversations on trust have been way too one-sided for my comfort. If nothing else she's going to seriously consider it. Here’s one way I can see that going. Spoiler alert: it hurts.

Sylvie betrays Loki at one point—and we see Loki’s growth and arc come full circle as, even after being betrayed by the person he hinged his entire development around, he still believes in doing the right thing, in saving her regardless. It ends in a heart-wrenching self-sacrifice of some kind, and his actions serve as the catalyst for her full development as well. We keep seeing different versions of Loki die for their ‘glorious purpose’, just like how Classic Loki shouts the phrase as he was consumed by Aloith (RIP King, I love you).

Loki has already called Sylvie his glorious purpose (or inferred it). There’s been backlash around him saying that, but the way I see it, it’s less “I’m obsessed with this girl she’s my purpose now” and more “I believe that she’s the best version of us and I’m going to make it my purpose to help her succeed and be what the rest of us aren’t”. That’s why seeing all the other variant Loki’s at their worst in the Loki clubhouse (? what do I call this lol) only fuels him more to find her. I think about what Mobius told him: “You exist to cause pain and suffering and death, all so others can achieve the best versions of themselves”. I don’t think Loki truly believes he can be the best version of Loki — I think he saw Sylvie and thought, "it's her". He’s decided he’s going to help her achieve the best version of herself, but he'll do it giving her love and trust and devotion, rather than through betrayal, pain and suffering. He’s re-writing his pre-determined role, in his own small way. I’m so proud of him.

So who’s behind it all and what’s truly going on here? (This isn’t really one theory, more like a string of possibilities and I don’t really know how they’d fit together.)

I still think it’s another version of Loki. And if it is, I can’t help but appreciate the connections between his position dictating the end of time in the show in relation to Loki’s role in the Norse myths, where he’s the catalyst for the destruction of all things. It feels relevant, considering the whole idea that ‘the end of time hasn’t been written yet’ has come up twice now. That would be a fascinating tie-in to the mythology. (Also—Alioth looks like a giant dog. And Fenrir’s role in Ragnarok was devouring the world—I realize this is a reach but am I the only person seeing this connection?) The thing I really can’t predict is the motivation. What would cause a Loki to want to prevent Loki’s from changing? Was there something that happened in the sacred timeline this Loki is trying to preserve? (I also like the idea of us maybe seeing another version of Sylvie behind it all, but I’m just going to leave that rabbit hole alone. )

But here’s the theory I can’t stop thinking about. There’s a theory floating around tik tok (by user twelvepercentcredit) saying the ‘castle’ we see beyond Alioth looks like a place called the House of Ideas, something that appeared in a (discontinued?) Loki comic. Here’s the wiki page on it. Just looking at the imagery of this compared to the location we’re seeing in the trailers, it’s too similar to be a coincidence. The huge bookshelves, the towering ceilings.

Here’s a description from the wiki:

“The House of Ideas is also home to a library which archives the exploits of every hero who has ever existed in the form of books, written unconsciously by the collective minds of their believers. This collection is curated by Now and Then, two of the children of Eternity. Now and Then routinely seek out heroes to bring into the House of Ideas to bargain with them and give their collections more pages, therefore more time for adventures and exploits. “

And later on the page on how Loki ties in:

“Heeding the desire in Loki's heart to do more with his life, Now and Then approached Loki and brought him to the House of Ideas,[5] where they struck up with him the deal to give more pages to his collection of exploits, rewriting the Books of Loki with a hero's stories in exchange for an eventual hero's death.”

Are they gonna play with the exact happenings of this? I don't know, but it sounds pretty cool!

It would be gutsy to go this route with the show given how meta it is, but I love the idea of it. Would they put characters that embody the abstract ideas of “Eternity” “Now & Then” into the show in the last episode? I’m not sure. Something I could see as a possibility though is an alternate version of Loki having overthrown whoever was previously guarding the timeline, and Loki and Sylvie will have to take them down in turn, thus ‘releasing’ the multiverse to its default, chaotic state.

What if our Loki’s ultimate destiny, ultimate Glorious Purpose, is to release the timelines--restoring all the variants back to their original timelines--and remain in this place for eternity, guarding the timeline and ensuring the multiverse is allowed to exist in its natural state? It seems a pretty fitting role for the God of Chaos. It would also explain why whoever’s behind the TVA would be so desperate to eliminate all variant Loki, if that was his ultimate destiny.

It would be an effective way to remove Hiddleston’s Loki from the movie-verse without killing him, AND place both Sylvie and any other Loki variants back in the the main timeline for use in future films—which we know has to happen somehow, because Young Avengers is definitely happening, and Kid Loki has got to get out of the void somehow.

And yea, this outcome would hurt like a bitch. Because even though that would truly be a lovely glorious purpose for our Loki, he’d be alone. And the whole point of this show is that he doesn’t have to be alone! It would be a very poetic sacrifice for him to take on the burden of watching over the timelines alone for all eternity so that his other variants could be the best versions of themselves, but I really just want him to be happy. I will be crying my eyes out if this happens. I’ll be proud but I won’t be okay.

And this all is probably speculative nonsense and could go off in an entirely different direction. Who knows. All in all, I just really want to see Loki fully believe in himself and his ability, to truly absorb what he said about being stronger than he realizes, and to take control of his destiny.

WHAT I WANT (NEED) FROM EPISODE 6:

Let Hunter B-15 and Mobius team up to burn the place to the ground. She was nerfed in the time-keeper fight, I want to see B-15 kick some ass.

I kind of want Ravonna to escape and be a character that carries over into the films for her tie-ins with Kang? I want to see more of her.

Give Loki a new badass costume. I’m begging. If he’s gonna go down, he deserves to go down in something other than khakis.

And then I want to see him and Sylvie fighting side by side in matching outfits.

I want a Mobius-level hug between them. Or a kiss. Or both. But I want the hug more. And you know what? I want her to initiate the hug or kiss or whatever it is because I want Loki to experience receiving love and affection from others as much as giving it. He deserves it ok??

I expect Mobius on a jet ski in the post credits and if I don’t get it I riot

@marvel these are my demands.

As always, if you've made it this far I'd love to hear your thoughts!

[toloveawarlord]

Ch. 1

Pairing: Wren Blackwell x Jonah Clemence

Tagging: @plumpblueberry​ @starry-starry-night24​ @youreawizardharr​  (please let me know if you want to be tagged!)

A/N: Day 4 of the 12 Days of OCmas! Are Wren and Jonah as Star Crossed and Wren believes?

The tinkling of the bell above the door signaled their arrival. Too early for incoming influx of captains and merchants with documents to be reviewed and approved. Another two hours should have been free to work on overhauling the filing system that her boss had struggled to keep in order. She didn’t need to rush after hearing her son exclaim the visitor’s names.

“Uncle Fenrir! Uncle Ray!” The ten-year old’s voice echoed through the small building laced with surprise and joy. Abandoning his schoolwork for a chance to spend time with his two uncles. Amber eyes sparkled up at the two. Rarely did he get a visit from his family.

Fenrir beamed a grin at him, accepting the welcoming hug. “Reece, ya got taller!” He stopped by any time he came down to the ports, pitching in to help if Wren needed it.

Which meant today must be business. Never did Ray come by her work without warning. Placing down the files in their proper piles, Wren maneuvered through the chaos to emerge from the office. “Reece, you can go out for a break.” She didn’t want him to hear any military discussions, lest he want to join.

“Come on, I’ll buy ya a treat if it’s alright with your mom,” Fenrir offered to the eager boy, glancing to her for the okay.

It was like looking at two needy puppies. “That’s fine.” As Reece raced out the front door, Wren called to the ace with a serious tone. “No guns this time. I’ll kick your ass if you even think about it.”

She received a salute paired with wicked grin. “Yes, ma’am.”

“This time?” Ray questioned, emerald eyes moving from the vacant doorway to his sister.

“Reece is becoming increasingly interested in weapons ever since he was allowed to shoot Fenrir’s gun,” Wren replied with irritation. She’d agreed to teaching her son a little hand-to-hand combat for self-defense. At no point, had permission been given for him to wield a weapon.

Ray chuckled at her frown. “I count myself lucky that Fenrir came away in one piece.” His memories of a protective older sister when they were but children resurfaced with nostalgia. Though she came across as calm and collected, she possessed incredible fighting skill that could rival some of his chosen thirteen. 

The army would gain much if Wren agreed to join, but he knew that she would never, not with her son to protect.

The two moved into the messy office for privacy. Wren cleared a spot on the desk to sit while Ray claimed the only empty armchair. “What are you looking for?”

“Shipping manifests that could pass initial inspection but might be importing contraband.”

Wren cast a glance over the organized mess. “I’ll look into it. Though, it will undoubtedly take me a few hours. What is it that’s being smuggled in?” If she had a frame of reference, then it would make the search much easier.

“You know I’m not supposed to tell you that.” The investigation now a joint one. He’d have to explain to the Reds why he involved a civilian in a sensitive, top secret mission.

“If I know what I’m looking for, the box size and contents will be much simpler to find.”

Ray shifted to cross his legs, mulling over his options. Trust wasn’t the issue. He knew Wren would be discrete and quick. But involving her meant bringing up her name at the meeting with Red Army late tonight. Was it better to have some information than come up empty with those smug bastards? 

“Stop worrying. I want to help, so let me.”

He sighed. “Tainted magic crystals. They’re small enough to go undetected but a single one can cause massive damage. If the calculations are even slightly correct, the influx that has been reported could destroy half of Cradle. Wren, you don’t have to agree to this. I understand if you want me to walk away.”

A dire situation. Time sensitive.

Wren could see why he’d been hesitant to tell her. Part of her, the mother part, wanted to tell him no. Becoming involved opened her and Reece up to being targets. Her common sense wanted her to walk away.

But Ray would only come to her with something so dangerous if it weren’t his last option.

“I’ll do what I can.” 

The King of Spades relaxed at her agreement. “Thanks, sis. I’ll assign a soldier to keep watch here and at your home. Just as a precaution.” His gaze flickered to the large clock sitting on the wall. They’d made a detour here.

“Go on. I know how busy you are. I’ll come by with whatever I find,” Wren said with a wave of her hand. They hardly saw each other but on a few of his off days.

After the two officers left, Wren gathered all the shipping manifests that were within the last few months to pour over at home. She only took a break to cook a light meal and eat with her son before it was back to examining the documents. 

Night had settled in by the time she discovered anything significant. There were a handful of suspect items that had been flagged, but only one stood out. Regardless of her gut feeling, Wren took all of the evidence and would allow them to mark off the ones that were unneeded.

“Reece, I’m going to take some things to Ray. I’ll be back later-”

“I wanna come!” He cut her off, abandoning his schoolwork to scramble over the back of the couch. Amber eyes as big as a puppy, begging to for permission.

Wren reached out and brushed her hand through his red hair. Normally, it would be alright, but she wanted him nowhere near this case. “Not this time. I won’t be gone long. Stay here, okay?”

“Aww, but mom!” Reece protested with a frown.

“Please don’t fight me on this, Reece.” She pressed a kiss to his head as she gave him a tight hug. To admit it would be too hard, but there were more reasons than simply his safety from outside threats that she worried about.

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Soldiers at the gate had redirected her to Central Quarter. The two armies had convened, and she’d have to find Ray there. The neutral zone hadn’t changed much. Wren only came when she absolutely needed to. She’d chosen to live in the port town of Black Territory, far away from anyone in Red Territory.

The meeting had come to a close by the time she arrived. She’d been greeted by the 10 of Spades on his way out with a tip of his hat. Wren stayed in the foyer of the Civic Center, finding a nice pillar to hide behind. The Jacks exited next and following them the Queens.

Their boots were all that echoed throughout the large room. Their dislike for each other well known. As one came to a stop, so did the other. “Who’s there? The Civic Center is closed. You’re trespassing.”

Ten years.

It had been ten years since she’d heard that voice.

And it still caused her heart to throb painfully inside her chest.

His steps grew closer.

If she continued to hide, it would reflect poorly. Wren moved from her spot behind the pillar. With stiff movements, she passed Jonah without a word, instead moving to Sirius. “I brought what the King of Spades asked for. I was only waiting for him to come down.”

“He mentioned that. I’ll deliver them for you.” Sirius took the compiled documents and headed back for the stairs. He cast a worried glance back over his shoulder, but the woman was already heading for the door.

Don’t look back. Keep walking.

Her palm pressed against the door, but cool fingers wrapped around her other wrist. Wren tensed at his touch, wanting to pull away but found herself unable to.

“I’m owed an explanation.”

He was right.

“You drop out of school and disappear for ten years.”

Her reason one that he wouldn’t understand.

“Wren! Look at me!” A gentle, but firm command.

Emerald green met beautiful molten amber.

Wren swallowed down the lump in her throat. It hurt more than she’d imagined it would. Strong emotions that she’d bottled up and shoved deep into her heart, rattled in their cage, threatening to burst out. If they did, she feared she’d lose all control. “We were dumb kids, who didn’t understand that it would never work.”

Not even she believed the words that passed her lips.

“How could you possibly know that?” He wore so many emotions. Hurt. Confusion. Anger. She’d vanished. The day prior they were sneaking off during a break to be alone, and the next, gone. No explanation. No note. “I searched for you. I went into Black Territory against my families wishes-”

His family the catalyst of her disappearance.

But she couldn’t reveal that.

“Jonah, we’re different people now. You’re exactly where you’re meant to be, and if we’re being completely honest, the Queen of Hearts could never be with the King of Spades older sister. One thing or another always got in our way.” Whether it be his family or the Red Territory fan girls who hounded her for even speaking to him back in school. His duties joining the army would have broken them apart, and once Ray became the King, that would have done them in as well. “It’s for the best.”

He was still the Jonah she’d fallen in love with. His brows creased, not willing to accept that he couldn’t have everything that he wanted. “Did you think me not enough to protect you?”

It had little to do with protection. Wren tugged her hand free, shaking her head. “You would never go against your family.” She turned and shoved the door open to escape into the chilled night air. Pain blossomed across her chest. Her legs threatened to give out.

Return to Black Territory and try to forget.

As if it worked the last ten years.

“What is that supposed to mean?” He couldn’t simply give in. None of his questions had been answered. Jonah followed; his voice drenched in confusion. “This isn’t about my parents. You left me, Wren! Without so much as a word. I deserve to know why!”

She clenched her fists and whirled around to face him. “It’s always been about them, Jonah! Do you have any idea how many times your mother found a way to make my life miserable? She’s the one who had me pulled from your class, turned my teachers against me, and she tried to pay me off when--” Wren caught herself before she blurted out the one thing she refused to speak of. Emerald irises fell away from the shock on his features.

Their raised voices had drawn the attention of the Jacks loitering by the fountain and with them, someone who was meant to be at home.

“Pay you off for what?” Jonah couldn’t think of a single thing that would require an exchange of money.

“It doesn’t matter. I didn’t take the money, but I did leave. It’s over, Jonah. I think it’s better if we just pretend we’re strangers.”

“No. I refuse to leave things this way-”

A small hand slipped into hers. Reece wore a concerned expression. He’d never seen her so upset. “Mom?” He’d disregarded her wishes, following her all the way to Central Quarter, where he’d never been before.

Jonah glanced between the two. “Mom? You have a son?” It was dark but the moonlight illuminated the boy well enough.

Matching amber eyes met for the first time.

The missing piece walked right into the puzzle.

[hel-phoenyx]

New Year's Eve, Interlude

A little text with no incidence on the story because I am bored in the plane, still a part of @corneille-but-not-the-author's @soupedepates's and my collab

They've been blowing up my phone for hours now.

It started with Oli. They sent at least a hundred text messages. Started calling at some point. Oli is not a caller. I must have done something to deserve that.

Then it was Kaizarz. Seventeen missed calls in half an hour. The count probably exceeds the two hundreds now. Usually I would be afraid after the first twenty calls, because that means I would get an earful. It got to thirty when I collapsed.

It was nice knowing you, I told Oli Domi and Meili when that happened. I barely survived the scolding. And the hug afterwards.

I don't think I will survive his hatred.

Then it was Meili. He called once, Twice. Sent a text. Then ten. His ringtone is burgundian lullaby since I joked about our long-awaited aryanification. I can recognize it.

Meili is not the kind to be that insistant.

After that it was Brynja. And Aarni. Then Hector and Thorfinn. I picked up none of them.

Nothing from Domhildr.

Of course. Why would she call you? You hurt her. She told you she loved you and what did you offer her? Silence.

Did she say that to make me feel better?

She could never love someone like me.

I do not deserve someone like her.

I do not deserve her feelings.

I do not eat. Do not shower. Do not do anything. Kriss is the one blowing up my phone, now. I don't answer.

Just leave me alone. Stop clinging to me. What am I to you?

The second choice?

I hear a knock on my door. It's morning, judging by the sun's angle on my window. It looks like I fell asleep on my couch. Still in yesterday's clothing.

I would like not to answer, but the door opens without me wanting to. Behind it is the worried expression of my brother-in-law.

Relief seeps through his worry wrinkles when he sees me prostrated on the sofa.

"Thank gods! I thought you did something irreparable."

"......... Gustav?"

He nods, sits next to me. Brushes a lock of sweaty hair off my face.

"You scared Kriss to death, you know. To the point she told me where was the emergency key to your flat."

"what....... why?"

"Well, you're her brother. And even if she calls you a piece of work, she cares, so, so much about you, kiddo."

I can taste something on my mouth.

Blood?

"Don't..... Call me kiddo. Please."

"Too bad, you need to be a child right now. So I will treat you like one and ask you to tell me what happened to warrant such a crisis."

He's still smiling.

Stop.

Stop.

Stop.

"I've just.... Hurt people. Again."

"As one does. I'm not asking you to wallow in self-hate, said Gustav softly. I just want to know the context."

"........ Context is, I don't know how to communicate."

Gustav has a little laugh.

"That's not new."

"...... It's worse."

"I can see that. But you won't solve anything with despairing away in your flat."

His finger pinches my cheek.

"Hey, tell you what. Come spend a little time home with the kid and I. When Kriss returns you can tell her about all this, but in the meantime I'll brew you tea and get chocolate out and maybe we can bake you a cake, how about that?"

...

In fact

I would like that very much.

Seeing the family I don't loathe.

Forget all this for a moment.

But

".... Gustav?"

"Yeah?"

"Why all this? Are you doing this because Kriss asked you to?"

He smiles.

"Of course not. I have known you before her, Tyr. I care. And I will always, always, care."

I am sat on my sister's couch, mug in hand, while my nephew all-excited is baking me my favorite chocolate cake. I hope he's not messing the kitchen up, while his father is not here to look at him. But Gustav seems confident in his abilities.

He's now sitting next to me, his hand stroking mine. The good one.

"Goodness, he ends up saying. That is a fucked-up situation."

"I'm sorry."

"No, I am. I told Fenrir I saw you. Didn't expect him to do that."

"....... Me neither."

Gustav sighs.

"He got too far. And Domhildr... As much as I feel bad for her, she didn't exactly choose the right way. To tell you that, I mean."

"Was there even a right way?"

"I mean, there is certainly a better one than asking you to kiss her after Fenrir got to your head, and getting away when she heard your silence. Like, sure, you handled that poorly, and you will have to make things right. But this was.... Heated to say the least."

My eyes are fixated on the swirls in the tea. Black, no sugar, with cinnamon. Gustav's emergency bad day tea. Sometimes I can see a smiley face calling from me in the movements of the liquid.

I can't believe that face is truthful.

"I think.... She said that to snap me out of it. Why wouldn't she? Poly or not, there's people... Far more lovable than me."

There's Oli. There's Kaizarz. Fuck's sake, there's Sigismund. That I hope will manage where I failed. Making her happy.

Gustav smiles a little sadly.

"Dear me, Fenrir really got through your head."

"It's not Fenrir. Not only. It's also... I can recognise when people have had sex together, Gustav. I've tried to hard to see those hints on you and Kriss, you know. And yesterday... Oli and Domhildr..."

I sigh.

"I sound petty and jealous and I probably am but it cristallized the fact I am, once again, the second choice."

There's a silence. Gustav just looks at me for a long, long while. I can hear the kid having fun in the kitchen, probably mixing the cake batter judging by the noise. Before, finally, Gustav squeezes my hand.

"Tyrfing, you are not the second choice of anyone. You are my brother-in-law, Kriss's baby brother, Brynja's favorite person in all the world. You are Kaizarz's, Meili's and Oli's best friend. And it would look like you are, also, one of the people Domhildr loves."

His smile is shining like the sun.

"So please, don't put yourself down like this. You are, as everyone you love is, your own person."

It may be what kickstarts the crying.

[alwaysnforeverfangirl]

Dance Me To The End Of Love - Prologue

Introduction of the fic

A/N: this is my first fic in English so I apologize for the mistakes in grammar and way of writing. This is just the prologue so nothing really happens in here, it’s more of an introduction to the story of my OC. Although Fred doesn't appear in the prologue both characters will meet very soon. Hope you like it, Rach💖

Summary: Veronica Reed has a nightmare before the day her life changes forever. 

Warnings: torture, death, mentions of war, mentions of anxiety.

italics are flashbacks/memories

(gif taken from Pinterest)

There it was again. In her chest, hiding behind her ribs. The pressure that she had grow to fear. She whipped away the sweat on her forehead while releasing a sob that she had hold. The cold air of the night painted goosebumps on her skin when she moved the covers of the bed, her feet touch the carpet that decorated the floor of the room and she started to make her way to the kitchen to drink a glass of water.

Veronica Reed knew very well her condition. That's why she was so afraid of the anxiety that always came after remembering her father's death.

-Rabastan…

The voice of Alaric Lestrange was barely a whisper. In front of him a man dressed in black robes was giving him a wicked smile. Behind his long hair Alaric could recognize the features of his younger brother.

-It’s been a long time brother.- Rabastan’s voice was hoarse. He was moving around the place, searching for something while laughing at Alaric.- I didn't have the opportunity to give you my condolences on the loss of your wife.

Alaric’s body tensed up, thinking of the day Anna was brutally killed by Fenrir Greyback. She had fought in the war even though Alaric didn't want her too. They had a daughter and the thought of leaving her orphan haunted him, he had promised himself that she would have the loving family that he never had.

“She will grow healthy and free and she’ll understand what we fought for and why we couldn't hide away while the world we believe in was at risk.” With those words being said, Alaric Lestrange joined the Order of the Phoenix with her wife Anna Reed by his side. He knew she was right. He couldn't keep on running from his family and the atrocities that people like them were doing to the Wizard Community.

-She had an amazing magic ability for a mudblood…- The younger of the Lestrange brothers started to approach Alaric in a threatening way.- The child that you two had together… Where is she?

At that moment Alaric realized why Rabastan was there. He was furious about the fall of the Dark Lord and he definitely had heard about the rumors. Not only he was there to torture him like he and their older brother had done while they were kids. He was there to capture his daughter and found out if what people said was true. But Alaric knew that if Lord Voldemort followers were to find Veronica she would become a slave, and that’s the reason why he came back to the United States when Anna died. To protect their daughter and help her understand what she was able to do before anyone could use her.

-You haven't said a word yet dear brother. Has the cat got your tongue? - Rabastan left a creepy laugh.- You know pretty well what I’d do to you if you don’t show me where your daughter is.

-You’d do it even if I do as you say.

Rabastan smiled, he took Alaric’s face with his left hand and pointed his wand to his chest. This wasn't the first time both brothers were in this position, although usually Rodolphus Lestrange was behind Rabastan, with his chest filled with pride as the younger of the family showed the middle one what they called discipline. It had always been this way, ever since the three of them were kids both Rabastan and Rodolphus would haunt Alaric. They would hex him just because he was different, just because he didn't share the same ideas as his family. It got worse when he started Hogwarts and he was sorted into Hufflepuff. “Our family has been in Slytherin since that school was founded and now a miserable Hufflepuff…” Alaric would never forget the voice of his father and the disgust in his mother’s face. Both of his brothers made his life a terrible one until he flew from England, escaping from the pain that the Lestrange name brought him.

A red light came out of Rabastan’s wand and Alaric fell to the floor in pain. He could feel the cruciatus curse invading his body and he failed to silence a scream. In a wardrobe, near the window of the room a small toddler shifted at the sight of her father’s aching. The torture continued for at least five minutes and Alaric stopped trying to keep silent, he didn't want to give his brother the satisfaction of seeing him suffering but the stinging in his bones and skin was too much.

Veronica knew that her father would be upset if she got out from the place she was hiding but seeing Alaric crying of pain on the floor awoke something in her. In her chest a pressure started building and her body started to tremble.

-You’re going to die Alaric. Why not have a moment of peace before you go? Tell me where she is and I will kill you fast.

-Never…

-You and your stupid moral code. You really think that these people you defend are worth fighting for? That your filthy mudblood wife deserved a life?- The poison in the voice of Rabastan only increased when he saw how his brother was fighting the curse.- You refused to have a good life, to carry the honor of our family name, all of the glory that runs through our veins for what? A fair cause?

-I’ve never share our family beliefs…- Alaric’s voice was almost inaudible. Every inch of his body was in pain.

-Oh no, I know that very well…You and your choices throw dirt to our name ever since you decided to do the right thing.- Rabastan laughed, he kneeled in front of his brother and spoke to his face with anger.- You. Are. A. Traitor.- He spited in his face and kicked him in the stomach.

Right when Rabastan stood up the doors of the wardrobe opened up.

-Stop! Let him go!

Rabastan turned to look at the origin of the sounds and his eyes landed on a three year old. He sent the most horrifying smirk to Veronica and returned his attention to his brother.

-Found her.- He said to Alaric with a creepy smile.

Alaric looked at his daughter, she had her mother’s fire, her eyes were burning with anger and her breathing was accelerating. He knew what was gonna happen, and even though he was sure he wouldn't be able to see it, he knew for certain that his daughter was going to win that fight. While Veronica gave a regretful smile to her father for disobeying what he had told her earlier Rabastan’s wand emitted a green light and Alaric’s life left his body.

Veronica screamed and the window’s glass shattered. The light of the room became darker and everything started to shake. When Rabastan’s eyes returned to Veronica he could see clearly how the figure of a three year old transformed into a black cloud. A sudden strength pushed him to the ground and knocked the air from his lungs. Rabastan Lestrange couldn’t breath, his blood was burning and he wasn't able to do anything. He was sure that he would join his brother’s faith in any minute, but it didn’t happen.

-Same nightmare again?

Veronica put the glass down and turned to look at John. He had a tiring smile on his face and his hair was a mess due to having fallen asleep on the armchair of the living room. She tried to return the smile to the man who had raised her.

-I’d love for it to be a nightmare but we both know it isn’t.- Her voice was sweet, a perfect contrast with what was going on through her mind at that very moment.- It’s been the fourth time this week and I don’t like it. I feel like I’m losing control…

-It’s normal, given the times we live in. You don't have to worry, we’re gonna see Scamander and Dumbledore tomorrow.- John caressed Veronica’s cheek and she sighed.

-I’m afraid of it. I don’t want to loose control again, not like last time.

-You won’t do it. Try to rest. - He laughed at the bags under her eyes.- We have a long day ahead and I’m pretty sure you don’t want your first impression to be a bad one, and well, with that…- He pointed at her eyes and she whipped aways his hand.

-Fuck off…

Both John and Veronica laughed at her bluntness.

She did what he told her and decided to go back to bed. Tomorrow they’ll leave The States behind and go to England. The same journey that her parents did when she was born. The same moment in life. The same darkness over the world and the same determination to fight for what she believed in. Even almost the same group of people fighting by her side. 

She only hoped for her destiny to be not the same as her parents.

[of-stars-and-moon]

Remus and Eid ul Adha

Sooo remember this line from Muslim! James’ first Eid: “Oh no, what if Eid is on the full moon?” “It doesn’t work like that, Sirius.” The thing is, and I can’t believe I didn’t realize it before, while Eid ul Fitr always comes a day after the crescent moon, Eid ul Adha comes ten days after the crescent moon, that is three days before the full moon which means Remus spent every single Eid ul Adha with them in pain and discomfort over the upcoming full moon, so angsty headcanons here we go

Tw: mentions of character death

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On his first Eid ul Adha with them, Remus tries to pretend that he’s okay because he is scared that they might find the connection between his illness and the upcoming full moon, and also he doesn’t want to worry them. So he helps the others in preparing for the Eid party and doesn’t let them suspect anything. But because of the overtiredness, his health gets worse and he gets a fever the next day. Peter worries that he did something wrong in the dishes he asked the house elves to make, and Sirius is hating himself for not noticing that Remus wasn’t well, and James thinks that preparing for the party exhausted Remus and feels guilty because they were doing this for him and he doesn’t deserve this. Remus tries his best to assure them that it's okay but it doesn’t work. 

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In their second year, it isn’t much better, but Sirius notices that Remus looks tired so they tell him to rest and not help in the preparations. Lily, who has already figured out about his condition but not said anything, offers to help them instead and gives him some pain relieving potion. The next night, after he leaves with yet another excuse of his mother being sick, James is sitting in their dorm, staring out the window when he makes the connection between Remus’ monthly disappearances and the almost full moon hanging in the sky. As he gathers the others and they go through the books in the library to be certain, he can’t believe he missed this; he is usually attuned to the moon phases because of festivals and later when he sits in his bed, he wonders how for him, the moon was always a symbol of happiness and purpose. And how for Remus, it is nothing but a reminder of pain. He can’t stop the tears from falling, and as he hears the sniffles from the other two beds, he feels worse because he doesn’t know how to help his friends and he hates it.

When Remus comes back, they tell him that they know about him and he’s understandably scared but they will never forget the relief on his face when they assure him that it doesn’t matter.

(I am keeping this under the cut because it got a bit long)

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In third year, they spent most of the day of the Eid with him in their room because they know now that the loud noises in the common room will make him feel worse. Remus keeps apologizing to James for ruining his special day like this but James says that it’s great as long as his family is here with him. The next day, when Remus leaves, Sirius tells them his idea of becoming animagus to help Remus and so they start their research.

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In fourth year, Remus has headaches for a week going up to the full moon, so he has to go to the hospital wing on Arfah. They visit him on the morning of the Eid, and after that he sleeps for most of the day while they use this time to work on their animagus preparations in their dorm. At dinner, their friends ask them where they have been since they prepared the party but missed out on everything, but they don’t care because they are one step closer to helping Remus.

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A week before Eid in fifth year, they take Remus to the forbidden forest and reveal their animagus forms, and Remus can’t believe that they did this for him. He had come to Hogwarts scared that as soon as someone would find out about him, he would be expelled and lose everything, but his friends not only stayed with him, but they learnt highly advanced magic to help him, and he doesn’t know how to  accept this. And as he wipes away the tears and asks them why they did this, Sirius just replies, “For you” like it’s simple as that and maybe it is.

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Their sixth year Eid comes a month after Sirius tells Snape about the whomping willow, and it’s the quietest Eid since they came to Hogwarts. They, bar Sirius, did prepare a small party for the other students but they themselves don’t feel like attending. Sirius mutters a short “Eid mubarak” to James before disappearing for the whole day. At night, Remus finds him sitting on the rooftop, hunched over himself. Remus sits down beside him and Sirius seems surprised that he is here and as they talk, his surprise turns to disbelief as Remus forgives him. Remus does tell him though that he doesn’t know how soon he can trust him again and he doesn’t think Sirius should be there for the full moon in  some days because he doesn’t know what the wolf might do. Sirius wants so badly to come along to help, but he doesn’t argue because he knows he doesn’t deserve to be forgiven by Remus but he’s so relieved and he doesn’t want to fuck this up again. They go back in the dorm and sit with the others and things aren’t back to normal yet, but it’s a start.

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In seventh year, Remus attends the party because the pain isn’t that bad yet. Sirius stays with him and they stand in a less crowded corner and when Remus’s headache gets worse, Sirius leads him back to their dorm and they lay down in Sirius’ bed because staying with him helps Remus when the moon is close. 

“So, this is our last Eid here,” Sirius says, placing his hand near Remus’ on the pillow between them. Remus’ skin itches with the urge to hold his hand.

“Yeah,” Remus sighs.

“I hadn’t really thought about the fact that we will have to leave.”

“I can’t stop thinking about it lately,” Remus admits quietly. “This will end so soon.” He doesn’t know what’s going to happen after Hogwarts. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever get a job or if that will even matter when they are going at war. He doesn’t want to lose any of his friends.

“But not us,” Sirius says, bringing him out of his thoughts. He covers Remus’ hand with his, interlocking their fingers gently. “We’ll always stay together, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Remus agrees with a soft smile.

They stay in silence for a few seconds, staring into each other’s eyes, before Sirius whispers, “Re?” there are so many emotions in his voice; it feels like a confession and question together.

“Yeah,” Remus says and it feels like an admission and answer.

Sirius leans forward hesitantly and kisses him, and though Remus’ heart is beating so fast like it wants to jump out of his chest, an old sort of calm descends on him. His hand moves of its own accord to cup Sirius’ jaw and their lips fit together like they are meant to be.  

They gravitated towards each other and the crash was inevitable.

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After they leave Hogwarts and go out in the war, they try their best to enjoy every Eid and be with Remus on every full moon, but with missions and attacks and deaths and questions and doubts, enjoyable festivals and company during the full moon gets scarce. Remus starts working undercover to infiltrate Fenrir’s and spends the full moon with the other wolves, waking up in agony and wishing for the gentle hands that used to heal his wounds. And Sirius stays awake in worry, questions and suspicions creeping in his head.

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The first time Remus visits James and Lily’s graves is on the first Eid ul Adha after their deaths, after everything is shattered to pieces, after he lost everyone, after they were betrayed by the boy he loved more than anything. He hadn’t visited their graves since the funeral because it hurt too much to even think about it, but now he stands alone there, the bone deep ache because of the upcoming moon nothing compared to the tearing pain in his chest.   

[conaionaru]

Honor and Blood (Ivar the Boneless)

For every mother, every child, every brother

Synopsis: Everybody fins out what happened. Ivar loses his mind and plans to murder everybody in Kattegat till Vanya and his son show up.

Warnings: Ivar, Silas, mentions of murder, mentions of child murder, angst, drowning

Tags:

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Ivar sat on his father's throne, glaring at the ground, lost in thoughts. Ever since the night his son was born, he hadn't slept. He looked dead outside as he felt inside. His eyes were hollow, surrounded by dark circles, his hair was matted to his head from sweat and sticking out in some places from always running his fingers through it. His eyes are extremely blue, and his legs hurt like Hel.

But he couldn't sleep, wash or do anything else but curse his stupidity. He should have stayed in the hut, like he wanted to, the Ragnarsson shouldn't have listened to the healer and stayed by his wife's and son's side. But he was stupid and went to the Hall to celebrate with his brothers and the people.

Ivar returned to their hut in the morning only to find it empty. His wife and son gone, together with the healer. He threw a tantrum, screamed, cursed both himself and the gods. That's how Ubbe found him, trashing his home with the carved figure of Fenrir in his hand covered by the specks of blood that Vanya left behind during labor.

His brothers had to drag him out of the hut, scoring a few hits to their faces in the process. Hvitserk's left eye is not swollen shut, and Sigurd flinches every time he moves his torso too fast. Yet it did nothing to Ivar's state of mind. Aslaug and Ubbe stayed by his side, trying to get him to eat, drink, and sleep. But the youngest Ragnarsson was deaf to their words.

All he could hear was the last words Vanya told him. "Fuck you." It was said in the mids of their child's painful birth. She was in pain, and he took it with humor, and now it would be the last words that left her lips. If he had known that her tired, happy smile would be the last time he would see her, he would have stayed. He should have laid by her side, holding their perfect son, and watched her sleep.

Now all he ha left of her were clothes, the fading smell, and the necklace he gave her. She hadn't even worn it, and now it was one of the last things to remember her by. After Aslaug and Ubbe force-fed him, he busied himself, cleaning the wooden Fenrir from her blood. It looked like new, but he still saw the bloodstains on it.

Bjorn and the rest of his brothers created a search party, trying to find them, or their bodies. Ubbe only stayed behind in case he got violent again, but he felt numb, hollow. Floki wanted to reassure him that Vanya maybe just needed fresh air and got lost, but they both knew it was wishful thinking. Vanya was probably dead and their newborn with her.

Ivar hated himself so much; he wanted to rip his hair out and murder everyone in the kingdom. Starting with the healer who sent him away, when they found her, of course, then he would burn the man who asked him to stay at the feast longer to celebrate with them. The slaughter will then follow with anyone who could have seen or heard her, no matter if they did. And anyone who would stop him would follow. Expect his brothers and mother; they would search harder to sate his anger.

"Ivar." The blue eyes Viking looked up to see Bjorn walking to him with a grim look on his face. "Two farmers found the healer in the stalls."

"Well, then bring her here!" He spat back, but Aslaug watched Bjorn with a frown. He didn't look happy with the information he gave them.

Bjor sighed and shook his head. "She is dead, Ivar. Someone slit her throat and hid her in the straw."

"Brynja and Margrethe found bloodstains on the ground when they cleaned the hut as well," Sigurd announced, walking into the Hall. "They were by the door; someone tried to clean them."

Aslaug watched the sons of Ragnar crowded in the room, the silence in the room growing thicker. It was clear now; someone killed the healer and his her body. Which meant they wanted to kill Vanya and the child as well.

"Were all of the knights here during the feast?" The Queen asked, looking them over, but Hvitserk nodded.

He mentioned for the thralls by the door, that covered before Ivar in fear. He hit one of them when they poured his cup, so now they kept clear of him. "The thralls counted them—six men dressed in armor during the whole night. Silas was here as well; he didn't leave his seat at all."

Ivar scoffed at the information and dug his nails into the armrest. Aslaug put her hand on top of his, but he wrenched it away, ignoring her hurt expression. He had more pressing matters to attend to than heading his mother's feelings; somebody tried to kill his family. And they may have succeeded, and he had no one to blame.

Silas changed his clothes into some older ones, more fit for searching for his sister. Stithulf sat by the table, watching another knight clean his sword from the healer's blood. The bitch put up a fight and tried to kill the knight. But he got the upper hand and cut her neck open instead, which wasn't the plan. He was supposed to knock her out and pin the murder of the Princess and little Prince on her. A scrape goat they could all hide behind.

"Search wherever they tell you to look, steer clear of the water. It would be suspicious if you discovered the floating boat. The longer it takes them to find my nephew, the better. He will either freeze or starve." Silas ordered tying the neckline of his tunic. Stithulf huffed and downed his cup of wine.

"We should leave. We would survive and would be safer in Slegia. Could blame the heathens for the murders and declare war on them with Eckbert's help." He argued before glaring at the cleaning knight on his right. "If you just did what you were told! And cover that bruise on your neck, you idiot! You fucked up, enough, Pæga !"

The knight frowned at that and straightened his back in defense, not liking the tone the younger knight took used against him. "The pagan tried to claw my eye out and woke the Princess! What was I supposed to do when she wanted to strangle me, boy? Thank her and then rip the babies head off and kill its mother? I am a knight, not a monster."

"You are a useless tool, that's what you are. I gave you the most important job, Pæga. And you messed it up. I should have beheaded you with the rest of Father's old guards. But I kept you alive, and this is how you repay my mercy. Count yourself lucky if you survive the journey back home. Pretend to mourn and search for the corpses of my sister and her child!" Silas spat at them and marched towards the door. When he left the hut with his knights in tow, a shiver shook his body. The air was cold, and clouds covered the sky.

The pagans believed that their gods mourned the Princess's disappearance; they prayed to their false deities for her survival. Fools the lot of them, not even God can save her now, she drowned in the cold water of their homeland and left her child to starve on the boat. Or maybe crows will peck out its eyes and feast on his insides. Whatever end his nephew would meet, Silas needed to look sad. He pretended that he lost sleep over her disappearance instead of having the best rest of his life. Last time he slept this good, his father died.

"Come to the Great Hall! The Queen and the Ragnarssons have something to say." Called out a thrall as the people crowded outside the Great Hall and waited for the news. The ones who were searching the hills and forests would be informed later.

Silas walked by Stithulf's side with a fake grim look on his face. Inside they both celebrated their victory. Stithulf did tell Vanya that Silas needed to be the only option for King. He just didn't voice that murder was the way to achieve it. She paid the price with her and her son's blood. The ginger was the sacrifice needed to raise Silas higher. The bards would sing songs of her horrid "accident" for a few years and sing praises of Silas the Great until the end of times. And Stithulf would be mentioned in every song by name. Sir Stithulf, the Loyal, most trusted man in his king's court. He was so trusted he would be named the heir after Silas died, which by the number of enemies he made for himself wouldn't be too long.

All the knight had to do was support Siflæd's marriage, which put an end to Sila's engagement, leaving the King with no heir. A few more foiled betrothals like this one and Silas would give up hope and name him his successor. Any children Siflæd might sire with Ceolmund would "mysteriously" die, and he would be the only to option left. He deserves a reward for putting up with Silas.

"Dear people of Kattegat, as you know, Princess Vanya and her son have gone missing. The healer who stayed by her bedside was found today, dead. Someone cut her throat and hid her body in the stables, which means that someone planned to murder them. We must recover Vanya and the child soon. The weather is getting colder, and neither was dressed for the cold." Bjorn announced to the people who muttered between themselves their faces twisted in worry.

The good Princess was gone and her child with her, leaving behind her bloodthirsty husband, which meant nothing good for any of them, innocent or otherwise. "People of Kattegat!" Ivar cried out, crawling out of the Hall, tired of listening to Bjorn.

Aslaug runs after him trying to keep him quiet, but Ivar was determined to speak. "You all loved my wife; she fed you and cared for you. And now she needs your help. You all prayed for them to survive, not even a day ago. And now, my son and wife are in danger." He watched the crowd with calculating eyes, ignoring his aching legs, he had more important things to do. Prove a point and rescue his family.

"Somebody attacked Vanya and our child while they slept, an unarmed woman who just gave birth and a newborn child! We will find them, and I swear to you in their names that the culprit will pay. The worse state they are found, the more painful the killer's death will be! Hired sellsword, assassin, or whoever you might be..." He paused to let the words sink in. The crowd rioted, agreeing with his hateful rant. He leaned closer to them and clenched his jaw. "I'm going to fucking murder you."

The folks cheered while his brothers stood behind him, frowning at the threats he made. They agreed that whoever did it must die; everybody did, but Ivar's speech was different. He was unhinged, and it was surprising that nobody was killed by his hand yet.

The crowd scattered as they searched the town, shores, forests, and hills. Ivar stayed in his spot outside watching everybody leave while only his mother and Ubbe remained. He saw Brynja run by with furs in her arms if she found Vanya, the servant was a mess just like him, and that reassured him. At least he wasn't the only one losing sleep over her.

The Ragnarsson could hear some praying for their wellbeing. Ivar prayed as well, all the times he begged the gods so his child wouldn't be like him, and they answered. They gave him a healthy son and let Vanya survive the birth. Only to take them both away when he turned his back. How cruel they were to him, they took his legs, father, and now wife and son. He remained true to them all the time, seventeen years of worshiping them just like Floki taught him. And they took everything from him; they let him find love only to rip it away when he was happy.

A man walked the streets of Kattegat hidden under his grey cloak and hood with a sword strapped to his side. He watched the people run by searching for something, but moved out of their way and made his way into the Great Hall. He looked at the tall building and frowned at the tense atmosphere that surrounded it.

"I stand by my word, Brother! I will kill whoever is responsible!" Ivar hissed his breath fanning against Ubbe's face. But the older Ragnarsson didn't even flinch. Meanwhile, Aslaug poured herself another cup. She needed something to distract herself, or she would go crazy. The gods aren't answering her prayers; they won't give her a vision either. She blamed herself, Vanya saw her demise, she begged Aslaug to protect her son. And she dismissed her worries for delusion.

"All I am saying is that you should watch what you say, Ivar. I am not saying that they won't die. But killing everyone isn't going to solve anything."

"I am going to sacrifice them to the gods so they will bring them back! That's more than you are doing!" The sleep-deprived heathen spat back, throwing his brother's cup to the floor as a thrall run to clean the mess. "Might as well go and fuck the slave you all share."

Ubbe shook his head and pushed anything ivar might throw away from his reach. "I am making sure you don't go around murdering people and don't die before Vanya is found. If you think that I don't care, then you are mistaken. She might not have been my wife or the mother of my child, but I loved her nonetheless. She deserved better than having people slaughtered in her name."

Ivar scoffed at the words and leaned back in his chair by the fire. "I am looking for Princess Vanya!" A voice announced from the door. The Queen and her oldest and youngest sons looked at the intruder.

"And what does a wanderer want with her?" Aslaug questioned, climbing to her feet and walking towards the stranger that she felt she knew. He seemed familiar.

The man looked at her with his emotionless face. "The gods will. I am sure she must have mentioned me. The man in the fire, and the meadow."

Ivar scoffed and glared at him in disdain and anger. Rolling his eyes, he downed his mother's cup of ale. "You are the man from her dreams, then?" Aslaug's eyes widened, looking him over, better. The painted face and dark worn cloak with the sword at his side. Vanya dreamt of him so often and mentioned him to her; she almost felt like she had visions of him herself. The man nodded at the sarcastic question.

"And what's your name?" Ubbe asked, not believing the man at all. Yet the wanderer ignored the mistrust and answered honestly.

"Hoenir, after the God of Silence." He explained, looking at them with void eyes, waiting for the Princess to show up. "The Gods spoke to me and told me to find Vanya, to protect her."

Ivar glared at the wanderer and slammed his fist against the table, making the thralls jump in fright. "You failed already. My wife and our child were attacked while they slept. Their bodies aren't found."

Hoenir watched the prince fume and frowned. He didn't like the answer; he had been traveling from his home for months, and now the one he was supposed to protect is probably dead. "Are you sure she is dead? I dreamt I would meet her here, looking like a Valkyrie."

Ivar scoffed at that, while Aslaug asked him to help search for Vanya. He agreed and walked towards the coast, watching the waves his the shores of his new home. The sea was empty, and despite the dark weather, was it calm as a storm was brewing but not yet ready to destroy everything in its path.

Far away from the city on a small boat, a little child whined, hidden under a red shield embedded with seven arrows. The babe silently cried from his bed of fishing nets, waiting for somebody to pick him up. But no one listened to his delicate calls, only the ravens flying over the boat croaking but never swooping down to see what's on the ship.

Everything else was silent as the dark storm clouds gathered on the sky, hiding the sun from view. The waves softly hit the side of the vessel filled with a barrel of mead and apples. The child whined loud it's little hands reaching for the sharp arrowheads above his head.

A hand rose from the water; the fingers pale with a blue undertone. It clutched the side of the boat in a death grip. Next emerged a head of wet red locks and pale blue eyes with blue lips. The woman carefully hauled herself aboard the vessel and collapsed on her back, the whining child on her right side. She gasped and coughed up water watching the blackbirds circle the sky. Her eyes slowly closed, giving in to the desire to sleep while her hungry child cried next to her. But she was too exhausted to let alone breathe. She spent so much time under the water, sticking her nose out for air and holding onto the boat from below, steering it away from the knights' eyes. Her muscles screamed in protest while the arrow sticking from her shoulder throbbed in pain. With a sigh, she let the darkness consume her.

[bitchslapthatboy]

Even More HP Recs

Because, to quote CNN (who was decidedly NOT talking about this in any way), my totally random posting schedule is “An absolute shit show.” and y’all deserve some delicious goodness in the form of fan fiction right about now. At least until I post the next chapters or the world ends... whichever comes first. 

(And just so we’re clear, I’m betting on Armageddon.)

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Sink So Low (by Ciule): A Voldemort/Hermione fic that truly just blew me away. It's dark, fair warning. But it's incredibly well-written and a great look at a SANE Tom Riddle who relies on power and charm to get away with what he wants. This isn't necessarily a happy ending fic and be know that it does deal with some major triggers, especially in the first few chapters, but is definitely worth the read if you like exploring darker characters and agendas within the HP universe. (Complete)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21544054/chapters/51358246

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Praises (by cecemarty & LumosLyra): A triad fic starring Hermione, Thorfinn, and Antonin Dolohov that has left me speechless at it's deliciousness. Like seriously, do NOT read this in public it's impossible not to squeal in glee and squirm at the smutty, smutty perfection. It is a work in progress but they are very good at posting regularly and GAH, just read it. Like right now. (WIP)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25298110/chapters/61336096

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Little Moonlight (by Kittenshift17): A little one-shot with Hermione and Fenrir Greyback that just warms me right down to my toes with it's sweet (and sexy) little glimpse into their lives after the war. Just give it a read, I promise that you'll enjoy it. (Complete)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25211959

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To Serve The Most Noble House of Black (by Snaperipper): This one's really just getting started but is already well on it's way to being a thing of beauty. I can't say too much because I honestly don't know too much past what's already been posted but this is one of those fics that I JUMP on as soon as an updated is posted. It's GOOD. (WIP)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18204302/chapters/43064345

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Lies of War (by Freya_Ishtar): Even though they're currently on hiatus, this fic is really really fucking good and totally worth the read. It follows Hermione in the direct aftermath of the war finding out that Remus's body is missing and the hunt for him. It's technically a Remus/Fenrir/Hermione fic and let me tell you, it is GOOD. Really, really fucking good, y'all. (WIP)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14110776/chapters/32512794

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Dancer Adjusting Her Shoulder Strap (by adathoroughgood2018): This is one of the first fics that truly took my breath away (I'm actually in the middle of rereading it now) and it is HEAVENLY. It's a Dramione, my main ship because they should have been fucking endgame but God FUCKINg DAMN this is perfection. Like how could this possibly be the first fanfic they've ever written? It's perfect. Just read it, trust me. (WIP with only one chapter to go)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13515783/chapters/31000848

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Silence Miss Granger (by alyssarey): Okay forewarning, this is pure fucking smut. Like just straight fucking. I should know, I've read it SEVERAL times. Yeah, no shame here at all. But if you love a good Snape x Hermione smutty one shot, give this one a whirl under the cover of darkness. It's good if you're in search of something for a little me time. And it's LONGGGGGGGG for a one shot so it's definitely got the potential for multiple orgasms if that suits your fancy. *wink wink* (Complete)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20974706

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That's MY Bucky Bear! (by emma98): Okay, so this one is obviously not an HP fic but it is fucking GLORIOUS. It's one of the first de-aged avengers fics I've ever read and I LOVE it with alllllll of my fucking heart. While I typically ship Bucky with Darcy and Steve with Nat (or really anyone, let's be honest) seeing the interactions between kid Darcy and kid Steve just sets my fucking soul on fire. This is the perfect fic for a rainy day when you just need a little fluffy goodness in your life. (Complete)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10721358/chapters/23755683

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And that’s all I’ve got. Excuse me while I go procrastinate some more by browsing Netflix for three hours before settling on watching Schitt’s Creek again. For the third time this month. (Yes, I’m aware we’re only twelve days into the month of October.)