#the sandals are self explanatory

[vanillaboyfriend]

was watching this vod and this outfit...

[dreamgrlarchive]

Any diy beauty recipes for the summer?

Summer Beauty at Home 🎀

pretty soft feet scrub and mask ❤︎︎

1/2 cup light roast coffee grounds and 2 tbsp lemon juice

pretty self explanatory. simply mix this combo in a stainless bowl. after cleaning and soaking your feet in mildly hot water till softened, scrub with this mixture up to your calves. focus on your ankles and cuticles!! then let sit for about 5-10 minutes before rinsing (you can cover your feet with plastic wraps)

rinse with warm water and cover feet in your cream or lotion of choice.

i do this all year but the most during the summer since we’re wearing pretty open toed heels and sandals. 🎀

bright and glowing skin cream ❤︎︎

1 cup olive oil, 1 cup softened shea butter and a few drops of whatever essential/fragrance oil you choose

simply whisk or blend ingredients until whipped and soft

store in a mason jar and keep at low-room temperature

this after a long bath and good exfoliation, has my skin so soft and luminescent for over 24 hours 🎀

weightless scalp rinse ❤︎︎

1 tsp of lemon juice, 4 tbsp apple cider vinegar, 1/2 cup of warm water

wash your hair paying close attention to your scalp

rinse well and apply the rinse to your scalp with a nozzle tip bottle

lightly scrub and rub your scalp with the rinse and leave on for about 3-5 minutes and rinse with warm water

be sure to moisturize your your strands and ends with whatever you choose

during the summer my hair gets extremely sweaty, and greasy and after a while a wash just doesn’t break it down well enough. this rinse ALWAYS flushes my scalp out so well 🎀

softening hair mask ❤︎︎

1 banana, olive oil, raw aloe vera gel, jojoba oil, honey

mash together well and coat slightly dampened hair in the mask

leave on for about 15 minutes (i go even longer sometimes)

rinse well with cool water

then wash and condition

my hair is always so soft and bouncy after i do this. i usually do it when getting ready to do a wash and go 🎀

[archonfurina]

I'm really bored this evening so I decided to answer the questions I sent my taglist earlier. (If you want to be tagged in quizzes, picrews, etc, like that post!)

𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭…

01. a character you love. — her secret loneliness really struck a chord with me. she's used to putting on a cheery front & pretending everything is okay, which i can relate to.

02. your favourite food from your culture. — karelian pies originated from the karelia region, which russia took from us. the pastry is made from rye dough and stuffed with rice porridge. they're best served with egg butter, and it's really delicious.

03. what your dream apartment / room / house is like. — a small apartment that's easy to clean, but still has enough living space and is modern and minimalistic. i want a bedroom, a balcony for my cats, and maybe a sauna. i would love to have a couch, but because of my cat's peeing i probably can't.

04. your personal style or aesthetic. — i'm pretty basic most of the time. i wear leggings and a top and a cardigan. sometimes i actually put some effort into my looks and wear a skirt or a dress. in other things my aesthetic changes a lot. i like cutesy style but i'm also into witchcore.

05. a happy memory. — it was either mallorca or cyprus, our hotel had stables close by and me and my sister went riding a couple of times. instead of someone else guiding the horse and walking in a big circle like i expected, we went free riding on a forest trail. it was the first time i ever rode in the nature and it was amazing. the trail wasn't the easiest one, it had several steep climbs, which was also surprising.

06. your favourite way(s) to spend time. — playing video games, making gifs or graphics.

07. story behind your url / title / quote / description / icon. — everything else is self-explanatory (i like furina) but my title 'you're the brightest star in my universe' is something i came up myself. it's about a thai actor i used to like a lot, plan rathavit.

08. something that comforts you or brings you joy. — my otp. furina and neuvillette.

09. what you’re looking forward to. — SUMMER! i've had enough of winter. i want to see the sun every week. i want to go swimming in a lake. i want to wear shorts and sandals. i want to use sunscreen and a big hat. i want to feel the warmth on my skin, and see the beautiful nature blossom.

10. something else that’s important to you. — you reading this.

[pwupsii]

spring wishlist 🌸🎀

spring is just around the corner angels ! warmer weather is coming soon which means it’s officially time for us feminine girls show off our femininity 🎀 pretty dress are in sweatpants are officially out !

these are things i personally want for spring 🎀 but it’s a must for every pretty girl like yourself <3

- polaroid camera to take cute pics of yourself !

- digital camera to record / take pics of yourself & friends to capture da moment !

- ofc pretty dresses ! short or long da choice is up to you !

- pretty sandals / or heels whichever you prefer to go with your dresses !

- MAXI SKIRTS !! are such a must this year & so easy to style n comfy still feeling feminine !

- bows bows bows !! pretty self explanatory 🎀

- light natural makeup to enhance your beauty!

- FLOWER SCENTED PERFUME !! you wanna make sure you smell like a bouquet of flowers 💐

- crochet clothing, nothing screams warm weather than crochet clothes

- cute dainty jewelry bcus we all need more jewelry

- flower hair clip , keeps your hair up while looking cute !

- skirts !! so cute n makes you truly feel feminine n makes you look like a pretty flower 🌸

[total-television-productions-act]

kno doodles :3

pretty self explanatory but i'll do it anyway

doodle of a scene from "style awhile" where odie brings up his sister. i just think the line is funny. leonardo learns about the concept of women

screenshot redraw of the time where odie and leo beat up a bunch of crooks. needs more blood! odie has a MORNINGSTAR! he probably KILLED some of those people!

doodle of my sona bc, like usual, i drew these on call and my friends started talking about miraculous ladybug

casual odie :3 he didn't shave this morning. or put a bra on. he's at home give him a break

casual charlie, kinda. pov, he's just cracked the case

"casual" itchy. i wanted to draw my him but with his show-accurate outfit, which is. his sandals. biggie's not impressed

[shoheiakagi]

Letter D for Bandou, Dewa, and Shouhei on the ask game -bandousama 🔥😩

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Akagi: I already posted one for Shouhei here, but I will share another one! He once had a huge thing for a coworker who was in a relationship. Once he realized that they were having some issues with their partner, he didn't hesitate in being #THAT guy by giving them a shoulder to cry on and spend more time with them outside of the work. It doesn't take that long until he ends up taking them to his apartment after they clock out of their shift for the night. Shouhei wanted something more, but his coworker ended up regretting cheating on their partner and started to avoid him. Not really a dirty secret per se, but definitely not one of his best moments.

Bandou: has a foot fetish and indulges in foot play with his partner. While its not exactly rare for men to have a foot fetish, he’s extremely tight lipped about this and will never let the other guys know about it. He just can’t help it, dammit! When his partner comes back from the nail salon with a freshly new pedicure, he’s all over them, requesting to massage their feet. Like every other guy, he especially loves it when they paint their toe nails white and gets turned on when they show off their freshly painted nails while wearing a sexy pair of open toed sandals or heels. He doesn’t even want to think about how hard he gets when his s/o traces their foot across his chest, or when they keep their heels on during sex 🙃

Dewa: Almost all of the guys laugh about that one time where they were stupid enough to try hooking up with a customer in the bar, only to get busted by Kusanagi. But not Dewa. Dewa didn’t even get caught by Kusanagi. Dewa got caught by Mikoto. It was one of those days where Kusanagi was busy and left Dewa in charge of the bar. Coincidentally, none of the guys were around and he didn’t see Anna or Totsuka around. Now Dewa is not easily swayed by looks, but he couldn’t help but get charmed by this one customer who just came from their 9-5, eager to end their long day with a drink. Its been a while since he last got laid and the bar was pretty empty now, so Dewa decided to be a little spontaneous and loosen up, flirting with the customer who seems to be way above his league. A few drinks later, Dewa finds himself kneeling before the patron behind the counter, their legs over his shoulders. Dewa was so lost in the moment, he didn’t hear the approaching footsteps he hears a drawled out what the fuck? Dewa ends up scrambling when he looks up to meet Mikoto’s sharp gaze, extremely embarrassed that it was his king of all people who had to see him at his worst! He almost wishes that he was caught by Kusanagi instead. What makes it even worst is the lack of reaction from Mikoto. Where Kusanagi would have beaten his ass, Mikoto just gives him a long stare and walks off while telling him to clean up before Kusanagi gets back

Send me a homra boy!

[mallsharks]

Welcome to the Mall!

We're sharks in the mall, a fictive heavy OSDD-1b system. We also go by just sharks or delta for short, and we use they/it/vy/fir pronouns collectively. We also mostly use we/us/ours but use singular terms as well.

We are AuDHD and our special interests are horror, undertale, and science! We are also currently hyperfixated on a few different things, including Stardew Valley, QSMP, marine biology, and some more I cant remember rn lol, feel free to ask us about this stuff in our inbox! We're fine with any asks really as long as it's nothing invasive or weird.

Not a full list, just the most common alters who may post for now. Will update if need be.

🕊️ Hyssop (they/it/he) ;; 17 ;; oc + c!dream @pandoras-hound

☢️ Tubbo (he/they) ;; 18 ;; c!tubbo @gammaraygoat

🛑 Tommy (he/pog) ;; 18 ;; c!tommy

🕯️ Orion (he/him) ;; 18 ;; eburnean!tommy

🖌️ Sandals (she/they/he/neos) ;; 20s ;; ink sans + oc

🦈 Sharkie (they/vy/fir) ;; ageless ;; oc

🍃 George (he/him) ;; 20s ;; c!george

🪙 Foolish (he/they) ;; 20s ;; c!foolish

👑 Chrysaor (he/gold/blade) ;; old ;; c!technoblade

💛 Riot (ze/rot/nya + more) ;; 17 ;; brainmade 

💜 Lavender (any) ;; 20s ;; lust sans

💚 Daffodil (she/they/it) ;; 20s ;; c!dream, canon divergent @wollenheart

💙 Ghostbur (they/them) ;; unknown ;; c!ghostbur

Common Tags

#(emoji) post - Post made by a specific alter, won't always tag

#delta draws - our silly little art tag!

#delta rambles - self explanatory

(Might add more in the future if we want)

 Boundaries

We do not owe you any personal information about the body or any alters, what we share is up to us. 

Don’t start discourse with us, we will block and move on. 

We are not fictional characters, no matter how close to source any of us may be. Do not treat us as such.

We’re all fine with source mates, but please don’t act like we actually know each other if we’ve only just met.

Unless we're close, none of us are fine with flirting at all, especially any comments about the body.

DNI

Under 14 / Over 25 bodily (More lenient on the upper limit)

Proshippers

Fakeclaimers

Anti-MOGAI/xenogenders/neopronouns

purely syscourse/general discourse blogs

Friends with Lush Caves Collective (previously crowned constellations)

[rangileraaste]

Best places to visit in Jaisalmer

Best places to visit in Jaisalmer

An epitome of everything Rajasthani, from every postcard you’ve probably ever seen, the spectacular sandstone royal desert town of Jaisalmer is charming and mysterious all at the same time. Self-explanatory as a ‘golden city’, Jaisalmer’s fort is perched on a yellow sandstone ridge, keeping a watchful eye over the ever-spreading town beyond its walls.

Step into the fort for a vision of mediaeval prosperity that meets the 21st century in the thriving bustling township within. Havelis, Jain temples, curio shops, hotels and restaurants lie beside each other on cobbled narrow alleyways. Take a walk through the streets of old Jaisalmer for glimpses into the lives of locals, cooking or hard at work in skilled craftwork, art and sculpture. There’s something new around every corner here in Jaisalmer, from spicy food to handicrafts, so expect your walk to take longer than the distance warrants as you stop for a much-needed break at one of the rooftop cafes.

Get your taste of the local brew at one of the government-approved ‘bhang’ (hemp) shops outside the fort gates, but be prepared to get in line with a group of locals waiting in line for a glass. Head over to the pristine sand dunes for a camel tour through the barren Thar outside the city. If you’re lucky enough to be travelling in January/February every year, join in the Desert Festival revelry with dancing, folk music, camel racing and the odd turban-tying contest as well.

Walk through Jaisalmer fort

This unique living urban centre, formerly an ancient fort, is home to over 3000 people with shops, people and cows in honeycombed old houses on criss-crossing lanes. Walk past temples and shops and stop for a cup of masala chai on a rooftop restaurant for spectacular panoramic views. Perfectly shaded yellow sandstone walls take you back to a time of battles and reinforcements here.

Sunset in the Thar

The Thar is best explored aboard a 4×4, off over dunes, conquering sand hills one after the other. Get here early enough from Jaisalmer to watch the sun go down on what has to have been a spectacular day.

Lunch with Locals

Get friendly with a local family in Jaisalmer,getting to know more about their traditions and culture, as they give you a quick MasterChef session on Rajasthani food. Dishes could vary, depending on the season you’re visiting, from millet flatbread (bajre ki roti), legumes (fali) and stuffed pepper (mirchibada) to lentil-infused hard wheat rolls (daal baati). Enjoy your very own home-cooked Rajasthani meal with the family and don’t forget to take notes.

Camel Safari

Clamber onto your steed for the evening, a lumbering camel that gives you a literal description of why he’s called the ‘ship of the desert.’ Look out onto mustard fields that border villages on one side and fascinating sand dunes of the Thar on the other. Stop for a snack or two as the sun slowly goes down in the horizon.

When to travel Jaisalmer

The best time to un[travel] Rajasthan would be between September and April. Temperatures are cooler and tend to veer towards the colder side in December and January.

Summer, essentially from April is rather warm and temperatures actually go up as high as 45 degrees C in May and June. The monsoons last through to September and the weather can get rather humid here.

Pack the bag

• Light clothing and sandals with a large sun hat if you’re here in summer

• Warmer clothing and thermals if you’re here in winter

• Mosquito repellent and sunscreen

• Chargers and prescription medication

Top places to stay

• The Serai, Jaisalmer • Gorbandh Palace, Jaisalmer • Rajasthan Desert Safari Camp, Jaisalmer

Conclusion

The heart of Rajasthan the ‘Thar Desert’ also stands as a jewel in the crown of Rajasthan. It is also known as “Golden City”. Tourists are attracted by its sand dunes, landscapes and rich cultural Heritage.

Website:- Rangileraaste.com

[shoe-rankings]

Hello everyone I am here you apply Statsto shoes based on five categories that are on a five heart scale.

Maneuverability: How easy it is to remove the shoe.

Exs: ❤️ Thigh high lace up boots, ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ A Slipper

Hardness: How hard the shoe's material is.

Exs: 🧡 One use slipper from hotel room, 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡 Clogs

Sharpness: How sharp and pointy a shoe is.

Exs: 💚 Sandals, 💚💚💚💚💚 Stiletto

Grip: How easy it is to hold the shoe.

Exs: 💙Thigh high boots, 💙💙💙💙💙 Slippers

Emotional Damage: Self explanatory.

Exs: 💜 One use slipper from hotel room, 💜💜💜💜💜 Your mother's slipper

[katcoquette]

Too Many Games, 18+

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x f!Reader

masterlist | taglist

summary: requested by @iloveefictionalpeople! <3 you'd always thought jake played too many games, and tonight was no exception

★ word count: 1.5k

★ tw: smut 18+ I'm so serious, oral (f receiving), fingering, also this is my first smut pls be gentle, you are responsible for your own media consumption!

★ author's note: i dont have anything to say?? he’s just like so sexy?? except I have a lot to say firstly, this was a pain in my ass to get to tumblr because I wrote it on my phone last night at 3AM and was just frantically trying to get it all down, secondly PLEASE I was too mortified in the light of day to edit my night fantasies like LITERALLY could barely get through formatting so please let me know if there are big mistakes, thirdly... enjoy because I know I did ;)

It was late, most of the bar's patrons had already left satisfied and drunk off their asses aside from a small group of top gun pilots gathered around the dart board. You’d told Penny to take off early, promising to lock up and make it home safely on your own. You finished cleaning the last glasses of the night, trying to delay closing as long as you could for the men you’d seen frequenting the bar all summer long. Eventually, after closing all the blinds, you run out of tasks (and even made-up tasks) and decide the time has come to ask them to leave.

What a shame.

“You boys ready to go?” You offer a smile with it in an attempt to soften your bluntness, tossing a bar towel over your shoulder. They chuckle in response, one of them offering a “we’ll get out of your hair”, while the rest of them agree and start to leave.

All except one. Hangman.

He was by far the hottest of the group, and he had the ego to prove it. You loved the days when he visited the bar, always with some cheeky comment to you at the beginning of the night, and with every drink order thereafter. He kept an eye on you, followed your orders to throw people out, sent smirks your way in between shots. It had become a routine, a buildup, but it was one that you weren’t sure would ever extend beyond flirting.

He says goodbye to his friends and makes up some excuse to linger longer, fingering a dart absentmindedly while he waits for the bar to be fully empty. You sneak glances as you move around the bar, turning out the lights, and god if you didn’t wish those fingers were doing something else. You go back behind the counter and discard your towel.

“You planning on spendin’ the night?” You tease, hands planted on the bar as he finally makes his way over to you.

He leans in as far as the counter will allow, “I feel like playing one more game.” His eyes flicker not so subtly from your lips to meet your eyes. “Care to join me? We can make it interesting.” His signature cocky grin is firmly on his lips.

You touch your tongue to the back of your teeth and look up at him, considering his offer. “I’m intrigued…you’re on.” He holds out his hand and you take it, climbing over the bar to follow him back to the dart board.

“The name of the game is Strip Darts.” He announces, handing you a set of darts. “Do you need an explanation of the rules?”

You almost snort, “Seems pretty self explanatory.” He holds up his hands, a smirk on his face. “Alright, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You narrow your eyes playfully, then turn and throw the dart, hitting a space in the inner ring. You turn back to him with an innocent smile. “I believe that’s your shirt gone, Bagman.”

His jaw clenches slightly at the name, causing your smile to turn smug. “Need any help?” You quip, to which he responds with a sarcastic smile, and one shirt thrown to the floor. “My turn.”

He throws a dart and hits the outer ring of the bullseye. “That counts as two.”

“Bullshit.”

“Hey, you’re the one who didn’t want to hear the rules! Not my fault it bit you in the ass so early.” He winks.

“Fine.” You say, sliding off both your sandals. He narrows his eyes, but doesn’t protest at your loophole.

You hit the board again and are rewarded with his undershirt being discarded, leaving his chest on full display. You gulp as his arms flex to pull it over his head, unashamedly staring at his abs, and then trailing your gaze even lower.

He clears his throat, and your eyes snap back up to his. He’s grinning again. It was a challenge. He takes his turn.

Bullseye.

He puts his arms up in the air, as if he’s just scored a touchdown, and spins to face you. “That.” He emphasizes, pointing to the board. “Is worth three items of clothing.” The rules were obviously stacked against you, but you decide that won't stop you from beating him at his own game.

You undo the button on your jeans, keeping your eyes locked with his as you pull them down and step out of them. His smirk falters when he sees the thong you’re wearing. You cock your head, convinced you have the upper hand again, and start to unbutton the top you have on while walking closer to him.

You stop about a foot away, letting the shirt fall off your shoulders and onto the ground. You’re left in your bra and underwear. “That’s two.” You say sweetly, “Third’s your choice.” He takes a sharp breath in, and you realize then that the game of darts would be abandoned.

Now you were playing an entirely different game, and it was the one you’d been dying to finish all summer.

His gaze roam your body hungrily, all tension coming to a head.

His eyes snap back to yours.

And then he’s crashing his lips against yours in an unrestrained kiss.

His fingers unclasp the back of your bra without breaking from you, and you help him pull the straps off, letting it fall between the two of you onto the ground. Arms now free, you wrap one over his shoulder, hand splayed across his back in an attempt to ground yourself in this moment. His mouth leaves yours to move to your neck, leaving wet bites as he continues down.

You tilt your head back to give him better access and let out a moan as he gets closer to the curve of your breasts, your hand moving up to grasp at the hair on the back of his head. Your other hand grips his bicep.

“Jake…”

At the sound of his name he sighs, squeezing your tits then leaving one last mark there, causing your nipples to harden. One arm wraps tightly around you so your bare chests are pressed together as he moves back to your lips, his other hand cupping your chin while he kisses you.

His arms keep you steady as he walks you back toward the bar until you feel your ass hit the edge. When you do, his hand grips your ass, lifting you up onto the bar in a sudden move that startles a yelp and then a laugh out of you.

He takes a step back and smiles, a genuine, in-awe-of-you smile, as his eyes rake over your half-naked form propped up on the counter.

“God you’re so fuckin’ pretty. Look at you.”

You blush, “Come back.” You pout, extending your leg to brush over his pants. He groans at the contact, “Don’t have to tell me twice.” And he’s back in your arms. His tongue enters your mouth this time, and you reach down to unbutton his pants.

He chuckles against your lips, grabbing your wrist to stop you from undoing the zipper. He rests his forehead against yours as you both breath heavily, and, still holding your wrist with one hand, the other skims down your side, stopping just above the waistband of your thong.

“You’ve been teasing me a long time, sweetheart.” He snaps the band, causing your core to pulse. He gives you a chaste kiss. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you at this bar all summer eye-fucking me.”

You smirk. “There’s just something about you pilots.”

“Oh yeah?“ He encourages you, his fingers tracing the outline of your underwear, further and further down, until he’s moving the fabric aside to part your swollen lips. The cold air hits your area, and you feel like you stop breathing just as his fingers do. He’s waiting for you to say something.

“One pilot.” You admit, desperate for his fingers to touch you. He connects your lips at the same time that he pushes two fingers into you. “Oh god.” You moan into his mouth. “Not quite.” He answers between kisses. “But close.” You can feel him smirk against your lips as his fingers continue to work in and out of you.

“Fuck please.” You beg as he curls his fingers. “Please what, baby?” He rasps.

“I wanna feel your tongue.”

He doesn’t say anything, instead just smiling and giving you one more kiss as he pulls out his fingers. You almost whine at the loss of contact, but then he’s lowering to his knees, hands sliding down to your thighs.

You gasp softly as he pushes your knees wider, pressing kisses to your inner thigh. He looks up at you from his spot between your legs, and god he looks beautiful.

Your chest heaves with deep breathes as you wait with anticipation. He pushes aside the material of your thong for the second time, licking a deep stripe up.

Your eyes flutter closed in ecstasy as he sucks your clit, finding it easily. You lean back onto your elbows, and throw your head back. "Feels so good, Jake." You breathe out, already close.

He picks up on that, his finger replacing his mouth on your clit, "You're doing so good for me, aren't you?" He asks before his tongue moves lower. It doesn’t take much longer for him to send you over the edge.

When he’s done nursing you through your high, he stands up and leans over you, resting his chin on your chest as you lean, practically lay over the bar, barely able to hold yourself up. He notices and puts his arms behind your back, relieving some of the tension.

"You broke the rules." You whisper, still seeing stars.

“That doesn't count because I left your panties on.” He smirks, "Besides, I made the rules." His voice rasps in your ear.

“Please just fuck me.” You plead. He chuckles.

“We’ll save that for our next game.”

part two

[graphitesatellite]

hcs on what greek god/mythology character are the main 6?(ex:achilles,icarus,the fates,zeus,aphrodite)

ohhhhh dear requester how you spoil me -w-

buckle up kids cuz I have So Many Opinions

Asra

Hecate and Selene popped into my head immediately, being goddesses of magic/witchcraft and the moon, respectively. Hecate also has strong ties with the spiritual world and death and the moon (and necromancy oh-la-la), which seems to give her the most in common with Asra, but it doesn’t go much deeper than that.

I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention Hypnos, sleep incarnate, as a candidate, if only because I’ve been comparing the two in my head ever since I started playing Hades, but once again it really doesn’t go that deep.

You could also make a case for Astraeus, titan god of the stars, father of the traveling stars and the four winds.

But my official pick is gonna have to be Hermes, messenger of the gods, patron of travelers, roads, and astrology, notorious trickster, and the only Olympian capable of crossing the border between the living and the dead. Hermes, like Asra, was a precocious child, but his easy charm and resourcefulness made him very likeable. He’s commonly portrayed as an athletic, beardless youth, and one of his main symbols besides his winged sandals is the caduceus, a staff entwined by two snakes that’s able to wake one up or put them to sleep. Seems like a perfect fit to me.

Nadia

Okay we’re all thinking it so let’s just get it out of the way: Nadia is Athena. Association with owls, wisdom, strategy, handcrafts, creator of the olive branch (the OG peace offering), dispenser of the best advice, universally revered and feared — she is Athena. The only thing that doesn’t track is Athena is a maiden goddess and Nadia absolutely fucks.

So in that way we can compare her to Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty who also fucks. And Hera probably deserves a mention as the queen of Olympus.

For fun we can compare her to Artemis, the great huntress, or Themis, the prophetic titan goddess of divine order. If I had to pick anyone other than Athena, I would have to go with Themis. She checks the most boxes.

But yeah we all know it’s Athena.

Julian

Asclepius is the god of medicine, used to be a mortal doctor, so that’s pretty self-explanatory. And while he does have strong associations with snakes (nudge nudge) and bringing people back/coming back from the dead, I’m not entirely convinced he’s the best candidate. Where’s the Stress? The Drama?

Dionysus is a plausible choice seeing as he was also brought back to life after a violent death. Not to mention the drinking habit and the giant group of fanatic female devotees (I’m looking at you, The Fandom.) And honestly, Dionysus is pretty selfless for a god, having not only rescued his mother from the underworld but also the princess Ariadne (who he later married) from the island where Theseus abandoned her. I mostly hesitate because as the god of wine, he’s also associated with rage and violence, which are not things I can really see for Julian. He’s not a mad lad, he’s a sad lad.

He and Prometheus do share qualities of rebelliousness and self-sacrifice, but imo this one falls apart as soon as you realize Prometheus is the titan god of forethought. You could also try to link him to Apollo, father of Asclepius, another god of medicine, through his association with crows, but the story of Coronis doesn’t match up well with Julian either.

His time during the plague, especially around when Lucio died, makes me think of Daedalus, the master craftsman who built the labyrinth and was imprisoned in a tower by King Minos (it’s not important why). They both did manage to escape their situations and go on the run. It’s either Daedalus or Asclepius for Julian, hard for me to choose just one for him.

Muriel

I think of Muriel, I think of Atlas, mainly due to the tremendous burden they both carry. I think of Hephaestus and his somewhat self-imposed isolation (if I were him I wouldn’t wanna hang out with the Olympus fam either). I even think of Hades, bound to the underworld by shitty luck. But none of those quiet hit the target.

Artemis is a little bit closer, if only because of her connection to animals and nature. Pan might work if he wasn’t so jovial. This is a toughie, not a lot of Greek figures isolate themselves the way Muriel does, nor do they harbor so much guilt and self-hatred.

So the Minotaur is the next logical step I think. This is based less on the actual mythology and more on my interpretation of Asterius' story. Like Muriel, he was treated as if he was more beast than man, and he was eventually trapped in a bloody arena where his sole purpose was to kill.

Yeah I’d have to go with either an even more shredded Artemis or Asterius. You could make a good argument for Hephaestus but I personally prefer the other two.

Portia

My first thought for Portia is Atalanta, y’know the girl who was literally raised by bears. I feel like they have a similar feral energy, very fierce, very powerful, very determined. Unfortunately Atalanta is like, the only female Greek hero. I’ll include Artemis too, she and Atalanta were into a lot of the same stuff.

On the opposite end of the spectrum is Hestia, goddess of the hearth, feast, and sacrificial fire. I honestly think Hestia is too static of a character to properly represent Portia, but there is something to be said about her associations with fire, home, and food. There’s a facet of Portia that is very domestic, but it’s just a part of her overall personality. (And once again, maiden goddess, but Portia definitely fucks.)

Similarly, you could compare her to Hebe, the goddess of youth and cupbearer to the gods, but really only on the grounds that she’s one of the younger LIs, and that she’s spent time as a servant.

After some more digging around it’s pretty clear that Atalanta is my favorite option, I’m gonna have to go with her.

Lucio

The most obvious choice is Pan, I’m sure we can all agree on that. Literal party animal, literal goat man. Dionysus is also up there, but he’s really too good of a guy for Lucio, which is kind of nuts to say. You know you suck when a Greek god has the moral high ground over you. I feel like there are more and better options to explore.

For instance, Poseidon! A temperamental dick who does whatever he wants because he’s usually too dangerous for anyone to stop him. Literally all Poseidon does is hold grudges and cause violence for attention. Sounds a lot like someone we know, huh?

Then there’s Epimetheus, titan god of afterthought, father of excuses. One of the most mocked Greek figures, and for good reason. He’s the embodiment of a fool, not to be confused with The Fool. A fool as in an idiot. Like Lucio.

Zeus is also worth considering, because like Lucio, even though he’s in charge, he’s just the worst, literally the worst. Unfaithful, belligerent, narcissistic. Oh, Narcissus would also work now that I think about it. Let’s say it’s either Narcissus, or maybe Pan after all, since Pan is one of the only gods who’s ever been “declared” dead.

[calumsash]

are we still sleepover-ing? if so, what are your favourite luke outfits 👀

hell yeah we are! the sleepover never ends!

this was surprisingly easy for me? i have very specific 3 top looks that immediately came to mind and that i loved on luke so i knew exactly what to choose! let's begin!

in third place we got this absolute underrated look right here! im pretty sure we only got two pictures and there wasn't much talk about it which is a shame!! but the combo of the red (silk?) shirt over the sweater + blue pants is really nice <3

in second place it's every outfit that involves the smiley jacket :) it elevates it to another level of softness! plus im a big fan of the sandals so this was a no brainer!

in first place the one and only the wwj blue suit! i don't think i need to give a long explanation because this is self explanatory, he straight up looks good <3

honourable mentions: these two halloween fits!

sleepover time!

[sassycordy]

welcome to part two of me pretending to know about fashion ahah. usual disclaimer! this is just my own personal opinion on how i would dress rodney today, if you don’t agree with me that’s perfectly fine! also if it helps to imagine things better, i like the picture the team wearing these outfits around the age of 25 ahah.

ok so! to the left, we have his day to day outfits. if i had to pick a word i associate his every day looks with it would be “soft boy that doesn’t look as put together” ahha. the giant blue hoodie is self explanatory (he’s such a stereotypical nerd lmfao) and I think blue is his Best color (it matches his eyes <3). next up are the bottoms, and I personally don’t think any of the men on Stargate Atlantis would wear skinny jeans lol so i put rodney in a more wide length jeans cut! we have another outfit with the classic blue jeans (imagine them as baggy but stylish) + i added some beige (and a lot of other browns to his look) because its a color he wears a lot in the show and i think it suits him! now i had to add a stripped shirt and a nerdy shirt because c’mon its rodney lol. weirdly his shoes were the most difficult part of this collage lol. on one hand, i think rodney would try to wear sandals/berks because he’s lazy and doesn’t care much about his appearance but i also believe rodney wouldn’t be the guy to have his toes out (he’d find it so unprofessional LMFAO) so I went with the safe choice and gave him some white sneakers cause dammit rodney im giving you a brighter palette.

up next we have his vacation outfit and honestly again, this entire look is self explanatory. elizabeth definitely made him that t-shirt so ppl on the base would leave him alone on his days off ahah. i also gave him some of that classic rodney charm with khaki cargo shorts! and last but definitely not least, the dreaded pair of socks and sandals. unfortunately, in my heart …. i know he would wear this combination. (I was gonna say I can fix him but lets be honest, if john can’t do it I cant do it lol).

his formal wear was another easy one to nail as I think the show actually did rly well in this area (shocking I know)! he would love the classic black tux but i also think he would throw in a bow tie to spice his look up ahah. although he would stick to a black bow tie because of course he can’t go Too crazy. and for his more casual business attire, i went with a brown sweater vest! rodney is basically a 500 year old man stuck in young body aha so I think he would love the “grandpa” aesthetic (do we know anything about rodney’s grandparents bc idk i just get a vibe rodney might’ve been close to them).

accessories time! we have a black belt because again rodney = grandpa and i think he would wear belts. (don’t really have a reason, i just get the vibes). and lastly we have this simple black bracelet. rodney is definitely against accessories (too flashy for him) so i think this really simple bracelet (handmade by teyla) would be the only thing he would wear. and I think he would only wear it on special occasions like for his beach vacation ahah (its too dangerous to wear in the lab bc something could get on it and he’d have to ask teyla to make him another one).

andddd that’s it! honestly this one was pretty self explanatory and all things considered, i think the wardrobe department on atlantis did a great job with rodney! this series is all about modernizing the outfits, color palettes, and bringing more of their personality into their clothes (which definitely comes through for this one lol). i had so much fun putting these looks together! be on the look out for miss elizabeth weir.

[meiusoo-twistedtwst]

[Twisted Wonderland Theory] The NRC Students Uniform Shoes

(Images are snipped from the official website)

Dress shoes: Riddle, Deuce, Trey, Jack, Azul, Jade, Floyd, Kalim (I think they are like dress shoes in a way), Malleus, Silver, and Sebek

The people who wear dress shoes seem to hide something. For Kalim, we still don't know about that promise he made with Jamil. For Riddle, it seems that he's keeping the fact that he's still watching over Ace a secret. The others I think are more self explanatory.

Tennis shoes: Ace, Cater, Ruggie, Jamil, and Idia

The people who wear tennis shoes are fun and somewhat carefree. For Jamil, he seems quite happy when it comes to anything involving dance. For Idia, he says that he used to be so innocent.

Sandals: Leona

Leona is lazy, but does have a brain and uses it. Kind of like sandals in a way, sandals have a simple style, yet are very useful and pretty durable depending on what brand or specific style you buy/make.

Heels: Vil, Ortho (I guess), and Lilia

The people who wear heels are, I guess, dramatic, and somewhat strict. I say Lilia is strict at times, such as during training time. He also seems more strict when he's annoyed, shown in his lab coat personal story when those Savanaclaw guys said that he only relies on Malleus.

Boots: Epel and Rook

Seem weak (look, I'm sure some people thought everyone in Pomefiore was physically weak), but actually stronger than people think.

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This might be slightly inaccurate...

[gavierklavin]

@leigh-eludchorne the rankings, of which I joined and weighed in on a good half an hour late into it (and thus don't agree with All of the choices, but such is how it is) are as follows. Oh, and also, some of the crimes are... well, we got carried away. (obligatory content warning below the readmore for Crimes)

Crimes Tier List:

Based (aka honestly not that bad/shouldn't be a crime): Socks with Sandals, Forgery. Open container of Alcohol. Prostitution. Public Intoxication. Securities Fraud. Shoplifting. Tax Evasion. Vandalism. Pineapple on Pizza. Piracy.

Crimes (this is literally illegal) : Aggravated Assault, Birblary (burglary but for birds), Computer Crimes. Drug Distribution, Drug Trafficking. Embezzlement. Extortion. Involuntary Manslaughter. Money Laundering. Robbery. Telemarketing Fraud.

Okay Dude, sure (crimes but no pizzaz): Battery Assault, Bribery, Burglary, Credit Card Fraud. Contempt of Court. Disorderly Conduct. Drug Possession (medical marijuana), Minor in Possession of alcohol. Probation Violation. Theft.

Lame Crimes, pussy shit, do better (self explanatory): Accessory, Criminal Attempt, Conspiracy. Cyber Bullying. Disturbing the Peace, Fraud. Harassment. Insurance Fraud. Perjury. Solicitation. White Collar Crimes. Wire Fraud. Petty theft.

Actual Atrocities (what the fuck is wrong with you): Child Abandonment, Child Abuse, CP, Not Kissing the Homies goodnight. Domestic Abuse. Homicide. Homiecide. Kidnapping. Voluntary Manslaughter. First/Second Degree Murder. Racketeering. Rape. Sexual Assault. Statutory Rape. Animal Abuse. Inazuma (The Country in Genshin Impact.) Police Brutality. Slavery.

It sounds funny but is awful (seriously some of these names do not fit the severity of the crime): Arson, Driving under the Influence. Hate Crimes. Identity Theft. Pyramid Scheme, Crypto. Stalking

[justinewt]

Asgard’s Annihilation - MARVEL Rewrite Chapter Eleven

[MARVEL REWRITE-MASTERLIST]  -  [THE INFINITY SAGA]

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Summary: This was it. The fulfillement of the prophecy was approaching as the days passed and it was not to the pleasure of Thor, Frainn or even Loki. Prevent the Ragnarök or letting it happen? None of them seemed to be sure of the answer and of what to do but they would. At the right time, they would understand what they were meant to do, no matter how painful it was to them all.

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Warnings: Thor ragnarok spoilers, spoilers regarding previous marvel movies c.f previous chapters, sarcasm, angst, nostalgia (just a bit), death, fights, destruction, Hulk wanting to smash things, trickery, convulsions

After a couple weeks there, Anna and Loki had made this place their home. The Grandmaster was an exentric man to say the least, always dressed in bright colors such as yellow, blue and pink, and clothes with sequins on it. He seemed to love things that shone vividly. Always the center of people’s attention and well, as the ruler of this world, it wasn’t so strange that everyone had their eyes on him. Frainn thought he was a bit much, to be honest, but she rolled with it and faked smile at him, pretending to laugh at his jokes even if she didn’t understand what was supposed to be funny. It wasn’t perfect, but she was with her father, safe and sound in a not so threatening place where this Hela would surely not find them any time soon, so it wasn’t so bad after all. Frainn had her own apartments next to Loki’s, which was quite self explanatory on how much they got close to the Grandmaster. Huge, colourful rooms with seemingly expensive furnitures and trinkets here and there. It was a funky palace, litteraly, in a highly urbanized world with sky-scrappers all over the place. The goddess approached her room’s bay window from where she could oversee the whole city, looking down at people celebrating in the streets or doing whatever they were doing. She sighed and walked around her ridiculously big room, toward the dressing-room to pick a dress for the day. Life was a bit routine here, without much commotion or danger so she took the opportunity to put on clothes more to impress than to prepare for an upcoming fight, or any kind of threat really. She could act like royalty for a while, numbing herself with stunning dresses to make the people of Sakaar’s hearts miss a beat whenever they would lay eye on her. She took advantage of the situation and turned it into her golden hours. No worries. No fighting. Only parties, drinking and chatting with the bourgeois of Sakaar, on a backdrop of groovy and catchy electro music playing in the background. It was definitely something.

She chose to wear a long straight midnight blue dress made in soft leather. With an asymetric cape covering the top of her shoulders and flowing down her back, enhancing greatly her presence and charisma. The dress is sleeveless and her arms are bare, which she thus adorned with engraved silver and platinum vikings arm rings, as a tribute for all the mortal people that worshipped her. One of the arm ring was to honor her own father, with two snakes engraved, circling each other on her arm and biting the tail of the other, and of course, her wolf necklace glittered around her neck. The dress was a rather close fit from the waist up, which emphasized her breasts in an elegant and dignified manner and below the waist, it was looser, falling to her feet, almost hiding them completely but you could see the tip of her ankle-high lace-up sandals, with heels only a few inches high, making her slightly taller than she already was. She went back to her room, styled her hair loose, brushing them briefly, before leaving her apartments and walk down the hallways, guided by the loud voices and music. Her father was most likely already there, sharing inaccurate and romanticised versions of things that happened in his life, to charm and make his audience laugh, a glass of amber alcohol in hand. As soon as she arrived and people turned their heads to her, she sketched a tight smile and walked to her father. She sat next to him and she was brought the same exquisite liquor than the one her father was currently drinking. She greeted the Sakaarians seated near the two of them with a nod while Loki continued his story-telling. He was the center of the attention.

“There was a wormhole in space and time beneath me.” She didn’t recall this tale, assuming that it was surely something that happened before they met again in 2012. It wasn’t really important, she just listened distractedly, taking a few sips of her drink. “At that moment, I let go.”

Everyone bursted in laughter for whatever reason and Frainn only mimicked an amused smile. She looked around when she thought she heard her name being whispered somewhere in the room and her gaze fell upon no other than her dear uncle, Thor, his wrists tied to a big metal chair he was forcebly sat on. While the others were still laughing, Loki heard Thor calling out to him as well and his facial expression went down instantly, going from a big smile to an intense surprise, and apparently not a really pleasant one. He was getting used to this place and seeing his brother here was beyong unexpected. The god of thunder motioned them to come over to him with his head and as if nothing had happened, Loki and Frainn got up and walked in his direction. He repeated their names louder to get them to hurry and the trickster shushed longly to urge him to keep quiet. He didn’t want Thor to catch anyone’s attention by yelling their names angrily.

“You’re alive ?” Loki asked, as if the person in front of him wasn’t there and it was only an illusion.

“Obviously.” Frainn whispered, frowning at her father’s stupid question, even if she was as surprised as him to see Thor here.

“What are you doing here ?”

“What do you mean, what am I doing ? I’m stuck in this stupid chair.” Thor complained. “Where are your chairs ?”

“We didn’t get chairs.” Loki replied as the other goddess shook her head to confirm his statement.

“One of you get me out of this one.”

“We can’t.”

“Get me out– What ?”

“We can’t.” Loki insisted. “We’ve made friends with this man. He’s called the Grandmaster.”

“He’s a bit much, but we’ve gained his favor.” Frainn added, seeing her uncle’s stunned expression.

“The Bifrost brought us out here weeks ago.”

“Weeks ago ?” The frost giants nodded. “I just got here.”

“What are we whispering about ?” The Grandmaster suddenly chimed in the conversation between the three gods. Thor yelped loudly and Frainn and Loki stepped back in surprise. “Time works real different around these parts. On any other world, I’d be, like, millions of years old. But here on Sakaar…” Frainn and Thor frowned, observing the Grandmaster give a flirtious look to Loki. The goddess even though she was about to puke and just looked away until someone broke this awfully awkward silence. “In any case, you know this, uh… You call yourself Lord of Thunder ?”

“God of Thunder. Tell him.”

“I’ve never met this man in my life.”

“Neither have I.” Frainn added with a nod.

“They’re my family. He’s my brother–”

“Adopted.” Loki shook his head, cutting him off.

“Is he any kind of a fighter ?” Thor laughed at the question.

“You take this thing out of my neck and I’ll show you.”

“Now, listen to that. He’s threatening me.” The grandmaster smiled, playfully looking at him, straightening up the collar of his glittering golden jacket. “Hey, Sparkles, here’s the deal. If you wanna get back to Ass, uh, place, Assberg…”

“Asgard.” Thor grunted through his clenched teeth.

“Any contender who defeats my champion, their freedom they shall win.”

“Fine. Then point me in the direction of whoever’s ass I have to kick !” The Grandmaster gave a satisfied and excited look to Loki and Frainn upon hearing Thor’s determination and confidence.

“That’s what I call, contender.” He grabbed a long purple controller and smoothly moved it to the side. “The direction would be this way, Lord.”

“Ah ! Loki ! Frainn !” Thor yelled as he was driven away by the remote controlled chair, right to where the warriors were put, wherever this shithole was. Frainn sighed, passing her hand in her raven hair. She gave an insisting sidelong glance to her father and walked away. She heard him say her name but didn’t turn around, even when he came to walk by her side and the Grandmaster addressed them as they left the room.

“See at the games !” Her jaw clenched at his overly cheerful tone. Sometimes, she hated this place just as much she hated every single place she had ever lived in in her life, and despite her hundreds of years of age, it was a rather short list. Asgard, Jotunheim, Midgard and here, Sakaar. All of them were shitholes, and damn golden ones, but on all except Jotunheim, she wasn’t alone. Never.

Frainn got rid of her shoes and walked barefoot around her room, trying to clear her head. Loki had went in his own room next to hers and left each other alone. She put on something more comfortable, which was just her own suit  and sat down in front of the bay window, staring outside, crossed-legged. She let her forehead rest on the glass and breathed out. The game was going to start any time now and it would be weird if she didn’t show up so she stood up, used her magic to change her suit into a forest green silk cocktail dress, her necklace, which was already on her before hand and off she went to the windowed booth from which the noble people of the city, including Loki and Frainn, could watch the games along the Grandmaster himself, without having to mix up with the other inhabitants of Sakaar. They all were crowded into the huge bleachers around the arena, looking as tiny as a group of swarming insects from where they were. Frainn walked into the booth and saw her father grab a drink from a waitress’ plate. She could feel the smile on his face until he stopped suddenly, freezing. And she understood why. The special fighter the Grandmaster was so fond of was, the Hulk.

“I have to get off this planet.” He mumbled, panicking as he turned around and almost rushed into the Grandmaster who just walked in. Loki glanced at Frainn when he noticed her figure behind the excentric old man. She was looking right at him, arms crossed.

“Hey, hey, hey.” The grandmaster stopped him with his hand. “Where you going ?”

He pushed Loki to a long white couch facing the window and each of them sat at the edges, quite far from each other. Frainn observed the scene before walking up to Loki’s side, standing in his back as there were two guard in black and red armor beside them. His head slightly turned to the side but not enough to really glance behind him and she understood he had heard her steps. She frowned, narrowing her eyes as she looked down in the arena. Thor was turned to the booth, waving his weapon around at their attention and he was speaking, or rather yelling, to them. He wasn’t afraid of his old friend with him in the arena and this happening wasn’t in the Grandmaster's expectations of today’s fights. The ruler turned his head to both Loki and Frainn and while the trickster stared ahead of him, clearing his throat awkwardly, Frainn looked away, sipping on a drink she had just taken from a plate on a table nearby. Thor kept chatting with Banner, a.k.a Hulk, and eventually pointed at the booth to show to his friend who was in there. Loki. The latter stopped moving when the green guy layed eyes on him. All of a sudden, Banner rushed at Thor, growling and roaring loudly, hitting the god of thunder with his weapons and kicking him into the arena’s walls. The Grandmaster excitedly rubbed his hands against each other with a smirk until he witnessed Thor take over the Hulk for a moment. There was a silence. The whole crowd was quiet, carefully watching him approach the beast, slowly, stretching out his arm to him. Obviously, everyone was beyond confusion, especially the Grandmaster, but his smile was back on his face when the Hulk grabbed Thor’s hand and smashed the latter on the ground before throwing him away violently.

“Yes ! That’s how it feels !” Loki gave Frainn a start when he abruptly stood up, cheering at what happened to Thor. She locked her eyes on him and even the Grandmaster himself stared at him upon seeing his virulent and intense reaction. Loki smiled at him. “I’m just a huge fan of the sport.”

Frainn watched the Grandmaster laugh from the corner of her eyes, sighing in silence before looking back down at the arena where her uncle and former co-avenger were fighting each-other. The audience cheered at the fight. She felt quite bored, to be honest and couldn’t wait for it to be done so she could attend nothing at all and go to her room and stay there. But she had to look good to the Grandmaster so as not to ruin the place in Sakaar's society her father had secured for the both of them, even though she dared think, with the arrival of Thor and seeing Banner again, that they were probably not going to stay here much longer. Thor would never spend the rest of life here as a gladiator when his homeworld was under Hela’s oppression. And truly, Frainn wouldn’t either. If not on Asgard, she had to go back to Midgard, to be at Steve and Bucky’s sides. Her heart ached a bit at the thought of her two earthly best friends. Whenever they would get back to Asgard and be done with Hela, she would go straight back to Wakanda to see how was doing Bucky. She wasn’t worried because he had the help of the people there and she trusted them. She knew, deep in her heart, that they would manage to make him a free man again and not some brainwashed killing machine, which he was only because of what Hydra had done to him in the past. She shook the thought away. It wasn’t the time to remember what happened.

She was brought back to reality when her eyes caught movement on the side. She blinked and turned her head. The Grandmaster was staring at the contenders in the arena, up on his feet, his mouth wide open in shock. She looked and saw the Hulk lying on his back. Electricity was sparkling around Thor’s body. Thor rushed at the Hulk and the latter did so as well. They jumped and Thor punched Banner, sending a shock wave that swept across the arena floor, kicking up a high cloud of dust and rubble. The public then started to cheer at Thor, instead of Hulk and the Grandmaster didn’t seem to take it lightly. He stretched out his arm, a strange pink and grey controller in hand and pressed a button. Thor was suddenly shaken with convulsions and fell to the ground. The Hulk looked at his small opponent and jumped, so high even the ones in the booth almost couldn’t see him and he fell down on Thor, fist ready to send him to rest.

With a bunch of Sakaar soldiers in colorful armors, holding shiny gun-looking things, Loki, Frainn and scrapper marched to the Grandmaster’s throne or whatever, positioned in an arrow shape with Frainn at its head.

“I’m upset.” He started as the platform he was standing on descended to the floor. “I’m very upset. You know what I like about being upset ? The blame. Right now, that’s the mindset that I’m in. And you know who I’m blaming ?”

“Grandmaster, I can–”

“Hey !” He cut Loki off. “Don’t interrupt me.”

“Here you go.” A woman in armor standing beside him handed a golden stick with an orange globe at the tip. It was the thing the ruler used to melt people, literally.

“Why are you handing me the melt stick ? He was interrupting. That’s not a capital violation. Uh, where was I ?” He looked up at the three in front of him. “My precious champion has come up missing… and it’s all because of that Lord of Thunder. It’s all because of him. Your brother, and your uncle.” He pointed at Loki and then Frainn. “Whatever the story is. Adopted, or complicated or you know, I’m sure there’s big history. And your contender.”

“My dear friend, if you were to give me 12 hours, I could bring them both back to you. Alive.” Loki promised.

“I could do it in two.” The scrapper outbid.

“I could do it in one.” Frainn sighed.

“Let’s stop there. You know what ? I woke up this morning thinking about a public execution. But for now, I’ll settle for this sweet little… “who’s gonna get him first ?”. So, you’re on the clock.” He motioned them to get to work and bring him the two fighters. Frainn gave the slip to Loki and the scrapper and went another way, not losing time and teleporting in the city as she walked down a hallway. She knew they were certainly not in the building or any other so they had to be somewhere in the streets and, despite the scrapper, Loki and her had an advantage. They knew who the Hulk really was, what he really looked like. But by going straight to the streets, it was fair to say she was one step ahead of the both of them, flying solo this time. Outside of their golden tower, Sakaar was actually not this perfect. The streets were so crowded it was suffocating even for Frainn who was a head or two taller than most people here. She walked through the mass celebrating the Hulk without much difficulty, glancing around her, on the lookout. Walking past an alley, someone bumped into her and she turned around, frowning but her face relaxed when she recognized Thor, and Banner.

“Frainn ?” Thor smiled and took his niece in his arm. She hugged him in return after a couple seconds, surprised by the sudden warm gesture. He stepped back and glanced at Banner and her.

“He sent us out looking for you.”

“You’re going to bring us in ?” Banner asked, softly.

“Oh, certainly not, no. I’ll help get off this planet. I can’t stay here forever.” She waved at them to follow her. They reached a crowded square, full of people dressed in green, holding green flags or stuff in Hulk’s honor or something, repeating his name cheerfully. Frainn glanced at Thor and stopped, frowning when she didn’t see Banner near them. “Where is he ?”

“Banner ?” Thor called out to him, yelling his last name. He suddenly ran in a direction, followed by Frainn, after he spotted their small friend looking up at some weird beast growling at him. The two gods stood in front of the creature and suddenly, a little circle on its large neck turned blue and he fell to the ground, in the same way Thor had lost consciousness in the arena and they found themselves facing the scrapper, whatever her actual name was. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“I was gonna do that.” He said, pointing at the beast at their feet.

“Yeah, well, I did it first.”

“That’s good. What are you doing here ? Not bringing us in, are you ?”

“What are you doing here ? I thought you were leaving.”

“I got sidetracked, and came across uh, my niece.” She nodded, not seeming to care too much about this detail and looked him up and down instead, pointing a green piece of fabric he covered his head with.

“What’s with the…”

“It’s my disguise.”

“But I can see your face.” She stated, pragmatic.

“Not when I do this,” He grabbed a corner of his said disguise and covered his face with it. “You can’t.” He let go of it and looked at her. “Your hair looks nice. I like what you did with it. Change it? Washed it maybe?”

“Where’s Loki ? Where’s my father ?” Frainn inquired, cutting short to his pointless questions. The woman glanced at her before walking away, motioning for them to follow her with her head. She led them into a building and walked them down a green corridor. Frainn ignored them chatting as they got there.

“Look,” She stopped in front of a door and turned to them. “I’ve spent years in a haze, trying to forget my past. Sakaar seemed like the best place to drink and forget and to die one day.”

“I was thinking that you drink too much, and that probably was gonna kill you.” Thor added.

“I don’t plan to stop drinking.”

“Oh.” All three of them stared at her as she spoke.

“But I don't wanna forget. I can’t turn away anymore… so, if I’m gonna die… well, it may as well be driving my sword through the heart of that murderous hag. So, I’m saying that I wanna be on the team. Has it got a name ?”

“Yeah,” Thor said confidently as if hehad thought about before. Frainn and Banner glanced at him curiously. “it’s called the Re– Revengers.”

“Revengers ?” this name straight out of Thor's head puzzled her to say the least.

“Because I’m getting revenge. You’re getting revenge.” She nodded as he explained his thought process that made him come up with this team’s name. Thor turned his head to his niece and friend by his side. “You’re too… Do you want revenge ?”

“I mean, yeah, sure.” Frainn stated.

“I’m… I’m un– undecided.” Banner stuttered, looking up at Thor. Out of him and the two gods, he was the smallest of them three.

“Also, I’ve got a peace offering. You might not like it.” She said, glancing at Frainn. The goddess frowned as they all turned to the door and it opened, only to find Loki, seating crossed-legged, in chains.

“Surprise.” Frainn stared at him as the three others entered the room and observed Thor grab a can on a small table and throw it at Loki’s face “to check if he was really there”. She shrugged. It was logic of him to question the presence of his trickster of a brother in the room with them and not knowing if he was an ilusion of himself. He had done such things an awlut lot of times before and it wouldn’t be so chocking to find out he did it again. While Thor, and the scrapper, who Frainn heard to be a valkyrie actually, walked away, Frainn approached Loki who raised his eyes at her curiously.

“I’m starting to think you like being put in chains, father.” She taunted, smirking. He chuckled and nodded and she noticed his eyes gazing at something behind her. She looked behind and this something turned out to be someone, Banner, to be more specific as he entered the room in turn, adjusting his tight pants awkwardly, staring at Loki.

“Hello, Bruce.” He gave him a scarily sweet look.

“So, last time I saw you, you were trying to kill everybody. Where are you at these days ?”

“It varies from moment to moment.” Loki replied with a straight face to indimate him, and it worked as shown his eyes widening.

“Is that a Dragonfang ?” Thor asked the Valkyrie in the manner of a child.

“It is.” She walked to the center of the room while Thor went to take the sword out of its scabbard. “So, Sakaar and Asgard are about as far apart as any two known systems. Our best bet is a wormhole just outside of city limits. Refuel on Xandar, and we can be back in Asgard in 18 months.”

“Nope.” Thor retorted, standing next to her near the room’s bay window. He pointed at the sky with the Valkyrie’s blade. “We are going through the big one.”

“The Devil’s Anus ?”

“Anus ?” Banner rushed to the two warriors, mouth full, fruit in hand. “Wait, wait, wait. Whose anus ?”

“For the record, I didn’t know it was called that when I picked it.”

“Surely hope so, uncle.” The half-frost giant goddess declared on a light tone, chiming in the conversation from which she and her father were somewhat excluded

“That looks like a collapsing neutron star inside of an Einstein-Rosen Bridge–”

“We need another ship.” Valkyrie cut him off as he ranted about his scientific jargon staring out the window. “That would tear mine to pieces.”

“She’s right.” As they talked Frainn glanced at her father and frowned with curiosity upon seeing him observing the three others with a gaping mouth. “We need one that can withstand the geodetic strain from the singularity.”

“And has an offline power steering system that could also function without the on-board computer.”

“And we need one with cup holders,” She added, looking at the scientist before raising the almost empty bottle she had in between her fingers. “because we’re gonna die. So, drinks !”

She walked back to the bar, exchanging a few words with Bruce. Thor and Banner then high fived and walked to the scrapper to discuss the whole plan further under the silent stare of Frainn, standing  there in the room, near Loki, arms crossed.

“I don’t mean to impose–” When Loki tried to be heard, he was met with Valkyrie suddenly throwing her bottle against the wall, shattering it into pieces that spilled onto the floor. It gave Loki a start. Frainn scooted to the side, widening her eyes as she brought her hand to her face, following the trace of a cut made on her cheek with the tip of her finger. It reabsorbed and disappeared as quickly as it had arrived on her skin, but that didn't stop her from throwing a death stare at the Valkyrie. “But uh, the Grandmaster has a great many ships. I may even have stolen the acces codes to his security system.”

“And suddenly you’re overcome with an urge to do the right thing.” Valkyrie said with sarcasm.

“Heavens, no.” Frainn chuckled at her father’s smirk. “I’ve ran out of favor with the Grandmaster, and in exchange for codes and access to a ship… I’m asking for safe passage through the Anus.”

“You’re telling us that you can get us access into the garage without setting off any alarms ?”

“Yes, brother. I can.”

“Okay, can I just…” Banner whistled, motioning for Thor and the Valkyrie to gather around him. “A quick FYI.”

Frainn sighed, rolling her eyes. She was bored of waiting for them so she walked to the window to look outside, listening to their discussion with half an ear while gathering her hair in her hand using her reflection as a mirror in order to braid them in the meanwhile. She glanced at her father when she overheard her uncle mention a time he tried to kill the God of Thunder by turning himself into a snake to trick him into coming and picking him up. She mentally laughed as she shook her head softly. She was proud to be the daughter of the trickster frost giant and never would have Odin be able to break that. He hadn’t even managed to do something when Loki got close to Frainn when she was a young child, taking her under his wing after being reluctant to open up to the latter. There was this natural and deep connection between the two of them, like they were the same and were destined to take care of each other. She was his blood and flesh and she wouldn’t bare if something happened to him, something that wasn't a trick, something that wasn’t him faking his death for whatever reason. She didn’t want anything to happen to her either as she intended to live and not break her father’s heart again, like the time when Odin send her to allegedly die in Jotunheim. She felt her jaw clenched at the memory and breathed out silently, shaking the thoughts away.

“If we’re boosting a ship, we’re gonna need to draw some guards away from the palace.” Valkyrie stated.

“Why not set the beast loose ?” Loki taunted.

“Shut up.”

“You guys have a beast ?”Valkyrie asked, thrilled by the thought of it, not knowing that the beast Loki was refering to was the Midgardian man standing by her side. Frainn turned around and watched them going back to whispering to each other.

“We should talk.” Thor glanced at his adoptive brother, leaning against a wall while the latter was typing a code. Frainn stepped over the body of an unconscious guard they had just knocked out and face the closed door. Loki paused for a second, looking at the God of Thunder.

“I disagree. Open communication was never our family’s forte.”

“That’s a shame. You know, you should go to Midgard, there’s quite the discount on getting this upgrade there.” She said sarcasticly, keeping a straight face, grabbing a gun and walking past the door once Loki managed to unlocked it.

“Wonder who you got this sense of humor from, niece.”

“Really, I don’t know either, uncle.” Loki grunted softly at they jest about him while he and Thor followed Frainn.

“Hello.” Thor rose his voice to attract the attention of everyone in the room and they started shooting at the Sakaarian guards, who obviously returned fire so the three gods went into hiding behind narrow section of walls separating the entrance and the rest of the room.

“Odin brought us together.” Loki breathed out. “It’s almost poetic that his death should split us apart.”

Frainn looked at the floor, sighing at her father’s comment on their situation. She didn’t want that at all. She didn’t want the three of them, the only family she had, to just go separate ways. Which would happen, eventually, and it didn’t seem so strange that it did because she was aware of what decision she would make once this was all over. She would reunite with Steve and Bucky, on Midgard. But she had this childish hope that Thor, and Loki, would tag along and discover the world beyond Asgard’s endless waterfall with her. She frowned and followed them out of hiding to shoot the last guards still standing in their ways as they crossed the room and went to another door.

“We might as well be strangers now.” Loki kept going while he took care of unlocking this door. “Two sons of the crown, set adrift.”

She wasn’t included in any of her father’s previous statements apparently, well, obviously. He didn’t want to lose her again and she understood that he had genuinely suffered from what Odin did to her even if he tried to apologize, kind of, for it. Frainn followed her father when he went to walk through the door frame once he unlocked the door but she bumped into him the moment he stepped back, raising his hands. She looked ahead and saw why he had changed direction all of a sudden. A guard was aiming at him speaking aggressively in an alien language. Thor punched his gun as he was shooting so he was thrown violently against the ceiling and fell at Loki's feet.

“Thought you didn’t wanna talk about it.”

“Here’s the thing.” Frainn followed the two brothers into a windowed elevator to reach the garage’s level. Entering first and going to stand in the back of the lift, she let them stood next to each other in front of her. “I’m probably better off staying here on Sakaar.”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

“Did you just agree with me ?” It took Loki a few seconds to answer, processing what Thor just said and what it meant.

“Come on, this place is perfect for you. It’s savage, chaotic, lawless… Brother you’re gonna be great here.”

“Do you truly think so little of me ?”

“Loki,” Thor looked at his brother in the eyes and Frainn observed them, reading the emotions on their faces, especially Loki's. “I thought the world of you, even more since you’ve always meant the world to Frainn. I thought we were gonna fight side by side forever. But at the end of the day, you’re you and I’m me. I don’t know, maybe there’s still good in you. Seeing how Frainn is still loyal to you after everything makes me think there is still hope but, let’s be honest our paths diverged a long time ago.”

Loki seemed frozen in place for a moment, staring at the void, obviously moved and touched by Thor’s words even thought the latter didn’t seem to understand how vulnerable and emotional his brother was actually at the moment. But Frainn saw all of it, from the simple pain to the grief of their relationship. She felt how hard he was trying to keep it together in front of his brother and daughter probably because of his sole pride. He was hurt but Thor didn’t see it for some reason. He sighed as he nodded, looking ahead of him. He caught Frainn’s eyes staring at their reflections and knew she was aware of how he was feeling. He didn’t show it, not really at least, but he wasn’t so bothered that he let himself be sensitive in the sight of his offspring because he felt her support and he definitely appreciated it.

“It’s probably for the best that we never see each other again.” Frainn's heart sank hearing him say words he didn't really mean.

“That’s what you’ve always wanted.” Thor replied with a tight smile, patting Loki in the back. After a rather brief silence, he turned to his brother. “Hey, let’s do “Get Help”.”

“What is it ?” Frainn inquired.

“Get Help–”

“No.” Loki cut him off before he could proceed into trying to convince to do whatever this thing involved to do.

“Come on, you love it.”

“I hate it.”

“It’s great. It works every time. And we have to show her, she doesn’t know what it is.”

“It’s humiliating.” Loki retorted.

“Do you have a better plan ?” Thor asked.

“No.”

“We’re doing it.” Thor smiled as he turned to the door of the elevator, joining his hand in front of him.

“We are not doing “Get Help”.” The trickster insisted while proceeding to take the exact same position than his brother, facing the door. In the end, no matter how against the idea Loki was, Thor made him do it anyway. The moment the door opened and the elevator stopped, he grabbed Loki  under the arms and dragged him out.

“Get help ! My brother, he’s dying. Get Help ! Help him !” While he was yelling, he threw Loki on the guards using his brother’s heavy body to knock them out instantly. He was thrilled by it like a child which amused Frainn, who obviously couldn’t retain herself from laughing.“Classic.”

“Still hate it.” Loki groaned as he stood up.

“Oh no, that’s litteraly so funny.” Frainn declared, receiving a dramatic look of betrayal from her father.

“It’s humiliating.”

“Not for me, it’s not. Now, which one’s the ship she told us to get ?”

“The Commodore.” Loki said, pointing at the ship in question. At the Grandmaster’s image, it was painted in bright and extravagant colors. They started walking toward the ship when Loki generated a clone to stay beside Thor and walked away, grabbing Frainn by the arm, leaving a clone in her place also and brought her with him to what looked like a control panel. Frainn sat down on a crate and observed her uncle. It was just a matter of time before the latter realized who was really beside him and evidently, he uncovered the scam and turned around just to find his brother and niece a few dozen of feet away. “I know I’ve betrayed you many times before, but this time it’s truly nothing personal. The reward for your capture will set us up nicely.”

“Never one for sentiment, are you ?”

“Easier to let it burn.” He said with a big smile on his face.

“I agree.” Thor raised his arm. He held a little rectangle-shaped device in between his fingers and seeing Loki look around him and check on his back, she understood it was the device used by the Grandmaster to control his contenders, or slaves, really. She widened her eyes and stood up with a gasp when her father groaned and started to convulse as he fell to the floor, straight as a post while Thor walked over to him. The sight of the veins in his neck becoming proeminent was awful. “Oh, that looks painful. Dear brother, you're becoming predictable. I trust you, you betray me. Round and round in circles we go. See, Loki, life is about ; it’s about growth. It’s about change. But you seem to just wanna stay the same. I guess what I’m trying to say… is that you’ll always be the God of Mischief, but you could be more. I’ll just put this over here for you.” He threw away the device without getting his eyes off of Loki. “Anyway, all got places to be, so good luck.You coming, Frainn ?” 

“I–” She stared at her father, in pain on the floor while Thor stood up, ready to walk away and get it over with this whole ship theft operation. 

“What ? You haven’t told him ?”

“What’s gotten into you ?” She breathed out, looking at the God of Thunder. He was all of sudden as sarcastic as Loki and she could be on the daily basis.

“So you didn't tell him you don't intend to stay in Sakaar ? ” Frainn glanced at Loki, moving his eyes from one to the other as they spoke. 

“No, I didn’t.” She hissed through her gritted teeth. There was a brief silence and he shrug the subject off.

“I gotta go.” And on these words he turned around and left them on the spot. She swallowed heavily before rushing to where he had thrown the device he used to activate the disc on Loki’s back. She crouched down, grabbed it and deactivated the thing. When she heard the sigh of relief of her father, she went back to him and sat down on a crate, in front of him as he straightened up and got rid of the disc clutched to his suit. He looked at his daughter in silence for a few seconds before speaking up.

“You don’t want to stay here ?” He wondered.

“No.” She said, plainly. “I can’t stay in this place forever. It might suits you, but it doesn’t work for me and I don’t want to stay away from Steve and–” She cut herself off. She had never really told Loki about Bucky or most of what happened to her in this realm. “from my friends on Midgard, for too long.”

“Like Thor, you met a mortal, am I wrong ?” Surpisingly, the tone of his voice wasn't aggressive or bitter like he reacted to Thor talking about Jane when they went to the Dark World, 6 years ago now. His voice was soft. “There is nothing between you and that patriot cheerleader, though ?”

“No,” She laughed. “Steve is my best friend.”

“Show me then.” Frainn stood up and in less than a couple seconds, the whole scenery changed from the Grandmaster's garage to hangar’s room to which Steve, Sam and she had brought Bucky in 2016 before the fight against Tony and his team. Loki got on his feet and walked through the illusion, to get closer to the man in the red shirt to whom Frainn was talking to so intimately while her two partners were outside the room. “Why does he look a wild beast ?”

“He is not a beast.” She chuckled and changed the illusion bringing to another place. Wakanda’s labs. Bucky looked more groomed and clean and a little more rested too. “His name is James, but everyone close to him calls him Bucky.”

“Bucky ?” He frowned.

“James Buchanan Barnes.” She stated. Loki nodded, looking at his daughter while she shut down the illusion. They shared a look before being interrupted, sensing presences near them. There was a bunch of gladiators that escaped that were now standing there in front of them. A rock-man stared at them awkwardly in silence before finally saying something.

“Hey, we’re about to jump on that ginormous spaceship.” He declared with a soft but kind of high-pitched voice. “You wanna come ?”

“Well,” Loki took care of the talking and Frainn knew where he was going with this. What's bred in the bone will come out in the flesh, as they say. “you do seem like you’re in desperate need of leadership.”

“Why, thank you.”

All the former gladiators from Sakaar were gathered inside the ship with their “leader” A.K.A Loki Laufeyson, obviously, standing at the edge of the pontoon of the ship. She was outside of the ship as well, at the head of all the fighters standing inside. She looked ahead as the engine pierced through the thick fog surrounding the endless sea of Asgard. The Asgardians, who were otherwise crowded tight on the bridge, trying to escape their murderous princess.

“Your savior is here.” Loki yelled as they docked the ship and he came down in the middle of the crowd, wearing his golden horns, followed by his daughter. “Did you miss me ?”

“Everyone, on that ship. Now !” Frainn ordered, speaking as loud as she could so all her peers could hear her while doing great gestures to motion them to go to safety, inside the ship. Once there was a mass movement when everyone understood the directions, she trotted towards her father, going through the crowd to join him as he walked towards Heimdall.

“Welcome home.” The gatekeeper said. “I saw you coming.”

“Of course you did.” The god of mischief nodded. Further away on the bridge, a bunch of undead creatures got closer and suddenly rushed at them, snarling loudly. The bridge quickly became a war field. Blows were thrown here and there and arms were fired, tearing apart their enemies. Even random citizens joined the fight in an attempt to save their home from the army of the dead raised by no one else than Hela, Goddess of death whose arrival a couple weeks earlier put everyone’s lives upside down. Frainn, Loki, Heimdall and Korg looked up to the monumental golden palace of Asgard in which the two gods had been raised, as the most impressive, blinding lighting strike any of them had ever seen stole the show from the building. Frainn and Loki watched Thor fly down, toward the dead soldiers that were climbing up on each other to reach the god, with a smirk on their faces. Thor landed with his fidt to the ground, clearing the area in the blink of an eye. He stood up, electricity crakling all around his body. He rushed into the crowd of enemies approaching him, spining in the air at lighting speed, sending them all on their way. It was kind of a mess with everyone fighting somewhere on the bridge. Valkyrie arriving with the colorful ship that belonged to the Grandmaster, Hulk struggling against the immense wolf Fenrir and Loki and Frainn fighting off the dead army with their bladed weapons and powers.

Loki rolled on the bridge, dodging an attack and standing back up, he threw his crown of golden horns in an effort to catch it afterwards but feeling nothing falling back in his hand, he glanced to his right, only to see Frainn, looking proudly at him with the horns seated on her head. After a few minutes, the bridge was rather clear of the enemies and Loki and Frainn walked up to Thor.

“You’re late.” He said to Loki and Frainn.

“You’re missing an eye.” The trickster taunted with the seriousness of the battle, adding to the ironic dimension of the reunion.

“This isn’t over.” Valkyrie reminded as she walked by the three gods, her cape raising with the breeze. All four of them advanced in a line, panting loudly from the effort this whole fight made them do, facing Hela from the distance as she casually walked toward them.

“I think we should disband the Revengers.” Thor breathed out, met by the Asgardian fighter’s breathless nod.

“Hit her with a lighting blast.”

“I just hit her with the biggest lighting blast in the history of fighting.” He replied to his brother, pointing at his sister with his arm. “It did nothing.”

“We just need to hold her off until everyone’s on board.” Valkyrie said.

“It won’t end there.” Thor spoke with a solemn tone, staring at the witch ahead. “The longer Hela’s on Asgard, the more powerful she grows. She’ll hunt us down. We need to stop her here and now.”

“So what do we do ?” There was a silence and Loki turned his head to Thor, negatively shaking it as his voice rose.

“I’m not doing “Get help”.” Frainn giggled out of nervousness at her father’s comment while Valkyrie glanced at him, curiously, not understanding what he was talking about. Thor took a few steps, thinking about their next move to end this.

“Asgard’s not a place, it’s a people.” He turned around and faced Loki, Frainn and the Valkyrie. “Loki, Frainn… this was never about stopping Ragnarök. This was about causing Ragnarök. Surtur’s crown, the vault. It’s the only way.”

“Bold move, brother. Even for me.” Loki nodded before rushing back to the ship, on his way to get the crown of Surtur who Thor slayed earlier this year.

Frainn looked down at the bridge, sighing. She felt her heart ache a little, knowing that she was about to witness the destruction of the realm she grew up in, reduced to a vulgar dust floating in space. The shadow of the glorious and shining kingdom it was to this day. Despite the bad things that happened here and gave her some of the worst memories she had, she cherished the souvenir of her golden childhood here. She could hear the voice of her 10-year-old self trying to get Loki’s attention. She swallowed harshly and tightened her grasp on her spear.

“Shall we ?”

“After you.” Valkyried replied to Thor, supported by Frainn’s reticent and unsure nod. Thor let elictricity run through and all over his body, flying at Hela who threw a couple daggers at him, which he dodged by punching them to the sides, breaking them to pieces. While he attacked the goddess of death in close combat, Valkyrie ran to join him and Frainn let her Frost giant heritage show, turning her skin blue and eyes red. She observed from where she was, awaiting her time to shine in this last fight, watching Valkyrie kicking Hela and trying to reach with her sword. When the hag threw her away, turning her back to Frainn, the latter slammed the palm of her hands on the surface of the bridge, spreading a sheet of ice right to her, trapping her feet. Thor came back at her with a sword and attempted to stab her but failed as she let herself fall on her back to put pressure on the ice and crack it in order to free her limbs. Frainn stood back up and stared at Hela rolling over on the bridge, launching herself from it and spinning in the air, throwing blades at Thor, who lost balance because of it. Frainn gathered wind around her hands and cast it at her, forcing her to go back to Thor and Valkyrie, who greeted her with their weapons. While the fighter in the white suit took Hela in a solo fight, Thor was near Frainn and looked at her and Heimdall who was waiting for his instructions back on the ship.

“Go, go now !” Hela took advantage of the second he looked away to throw a spear at him. He grunted as he fell and Frainn attacked her with her own magical spear when she tried to prevent the ship from leaving Asgard. The goddess countered every single moves Frainn did but at least, it got her attention off of the ship and got her too busy dodging to do anything else than fight.

“Hela !” Skurge called out to her in the distance, armed with two huge guns that looked like weapons Frainn saw on Midgard. He had jump off the ship to keep her minions from getting on and killing the Asgardian people inside. She looked at him while dismissing Frainn, kicking her away. She grunted when her back hit the floor. Hela let some of her dead soldier get rid of him and walked, slowly, towards Valkyrie who tried to crawl to her sword, and Frainn who was just lying there, stretching out her arm to reach her spear. She looked down at her as her skin faded back to a pale beige and crushed her stretched arm under her boot. Frainn widened her mouth, letting out a single cry.

“Hela, enough !” Thor yelled, getting her attention so she would let his niece alone. The goddess turned to her fellow brother and stared at him. “You want Asgard, it’s yours.”

“Wathever game you’re playing, it won’t work. You can’t defeat me.”

“No, I know.” He confirmed, nodding as he caught his breath before pointing at the castle behind him while it started to break down in fire. Frainn straightened up and stared at her childhood home exploding when Surtur rose from within, roaring like a wild and enraged beast, because he was. “But he can.”

“No.” She gasped, distracted by what was happening to the kingdom she tried to take over, letting a window to attack her, which the Valkyrie took with pleasure, stabbing her in the back and pinning her down. Thor charged a punch with the elictricity running through him and hit the bridge. The piece of it on which was Hela broke and she fell with it in the sea beneath their feet. Frainn got back on her feet, observing the Ragnarök destroy her memories as well as the city. Maybe it was a way for her to leave her past behind so it would stop hauting her days but it still hurt to see all she ever knew get burned to the ground. Funny when you remember how much Loki used to repeat this sentence, but the truth was, he never wished this to happen. No. All he ever wanted was the respect and the consideration Odin denied him and let him believe he had to take it by force, by being cunning and deceiptive.

Hearing something get on the rainbow bridge, Frainn looked behind her and saw the Hulk standing there. She threw herself to the side when he started speeding up and launched himself from the bridge to reach Surtur, roaring almost as loudly as the huge flaming guy when he emerged from within the castle.

“Hulk, stop, you moron !” Thor yelled in vain. Hulk did not listen one bit and smashed Surtur in the head. Frainn jumped over the hole in the bridge to join her uncle and the valkyrie and at the same time, Hulk was effortlessly sent back to the bridge by Surtur and he crashed on its surface. “Just for once in your life, don’t smash.”

“Big monster !” The green man argued.

“Let’s go !” Valkyrie urged, putting an end to this fruitless conversation. The Hulk growled, unpleased by the fact that he wasn’t allowed to smash something. He ran toward the three Asgardians, picked them up in his arms and took off the bridge so strongly he reached the ship's pontoon and let all three of them go. What would happen below was no longer up to them, sad as that was. Witnessing their homeworld be reduced to nothing was heartbreaking for everyone gathered in the ship facing the huge rectangle window, behind Thor, Frainn, Heimdall, the valkyrie, Hulk and Korg who were all again in the front line to see this tragic show.

“The damage is not too bad. As long as the foundations are still strong, we can rebuild this place. It will become a haven, for all peoples and aliens of the universe…” Korg said, trying to cheer up the mood, until a blast of energy swept away what was left of their realm. “Now those foundations are gone. Sorry.”

“What have I done ?” Thor mumbled to himself.

“You saved us from extinction.” Heimdall stated. “Asgard is not a place… it’s a people.”

“The eye patch’s nice, uncle.” Frainn declared while pouring some liquor in clear glasses for the both of them. They were in a sort of fancy lounge on the ship, with subdued light and a bay window overlooking the vastness of the space. Thor gave his niece a smile as a thanks and turned to a mirror in front of him as he grabbed his glass. He observed the said eye patch he got from his dear sister slashing his eye with a sword, lovingly of course. The god turned around when he noticed a figure in the mirror and Frainn raised her eyes from her glass and saw her father standing near the door frame, looking at his brother.

“It suits you.”

“I know right, that’s what I told him.” Loki smiled slightly, glancing at his daughter as she took a sip of her drink, trying to keep it quiet for a second so Thor could say something.

“Maybe you’re not so bad after all, brother.”

“Maybe not.”

“I mean, how could he have me if he was so bad ?” The brothers gazed at her and she smiled proudly. Out of the three of them, she was the one that was the closest to being a kid, in their conception of what was a child.

“If you were here, I might even give you a hug.” Thor grabbed the cap of the crystal liquor bottle and threw it at Loki for him to catch, which he successfully did, proving to the god of thunder that he was really standing there in front of him.

“I’m here.” Loki stated, after a brief silence. They both took a few steps, getting closer to each other, staring in the white of their eyes and for the first time in her life, Frainn saw Thor and Loki share a hug. She could feel it was beyond needed, something that the two of them secretly craved all their lives but never happened and fulfilled this hole in their hearts until now. Frainn walked up to them and joined the embrace. All three had closed their eyes in this one of a kind moment, their foreheads resting against each other’s. This close and intimate moment had a power and strength none of them had ever experienced before and it was a souvenir they would cherish dearly. After what seemed like an everlasting moment was once again just a brief instant in their thousands years long lives, unfortunately and they soflty let go, stepping back before joining the crowd in the main room of the ship in which there was a seat, facing a bay window and which was like the throne Thor should have inherited on Asgard. While Thor walked up to his throne, walking through the crowd, Loki and Frainn joined him from the side, and went to stand in between the Hulk and the Valkyrie on Thor’s right.

“So, king of Asgard.” Thor paused at Heimdall’s statement and looked at their people gathered behind him and waved at them with a smile. “Where to ?”

“I’m not sure. Any suggestions ?” He looked at the people standing around him. “Miek, where are you from ?”

“Oh, Mike’s dead.” Korg informed Thor. “Yeah, no, I accidentally stomped on him on the bridge. I’ve just felt so guilty, I’ve been carrying hima round all day.” Suddenly, the small creature beneath his arm moved and chittered at Korg'’ surprise. “Miek, you’re alive ! He’s alive, guys. What was your question again, bro ?”

“If I can make a suggestion, I would like to go back to Earth, my king. Thank you.” Frainn spoke up, with much irony in her voice. Thor smirked sligthly, staring at the emptiness ahead of him, through the bay window. He nodded.

“Earth it is.”

[To be continued…]  

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Published (02/17/2022) by Andrea

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