#thor loves red meat

[taw-k]

How much do Asgardians need to eat? Because it has to be A LOT of food considering their strength, stamina, durability, etc.

Now I'm imagining a family dinner with the Avengers, everyone's got a generous plate of food, while throat hoofing down a whole pig and is still hungry.

How many calories would Asgardian animals have to have so that they could sustain the Asgardians because they love their meat and Asgard isn't very big.

I know theyr definitely import and export but still.

Imagine Thor and Loki working for the Avengers and getting lunch breaks that are too short to sustain them so they're constantly snacking and extremely unwell because they aren't eating enough 😭😭

[themodernwitchsguide]

altars for nordic gods

keep in mind that altars like these have very little historical backing, and this information is mostly for the use of the modern pagan. also pretty much every god can be honored with offerings of meat, mead, wine, and your own blood.

ODIN

Colors: grey/silver for justice; deep blue, black for magic; red for war

Offerings: nine sacred herbs (chamomile, nettle, fennel, crab apple, mugwort, plantain, watercress, chervil, betony), runes, food for ravens, poetry

Crystals: sodalite, lapis lazuli, amethyst, lepidolite, obsidian, labradorite

Animals: his ravens (Huginn and Muninn), his wolves (Geri and Freki)

THOR

Colors: yellow, white, grey for thunderstorms; red for war; blue for the sky

Offerings: rainwater, hawthorn, oak, garlic, onion, hearty meals

Crystals: fulgarite, blue quartz/calcite, yellow jasper, sodalite, obsidian, hematite

Animals: goats

LOKI

Colors: black, green for mischief; yellow/gold for wealth; red, orange when he is combined with Logi

Offerings: yellow rattle, birch, mistletoe, snake shed, cinnamon, dandelion, coins/money

Crystals: labradorite, jade, malachite, pyrite, citrine, bloodstone, gemstones, serpentine

Animals: birds, horses, snakes, foxes

TYR

Colors: dark blue, silver/grey for justice; red for war

Offerings: holly, mustard seed, bread, oak, ash, good deeds are especially emphasized with Tyr

Crystals: lapis lazuli, sapphire, red jasper, bloodstone, obsidian, hematite

Animals: wolf, dog, bear, eagle

BALDR

Colors: gold/yellow, white for opulence; sky blue, pink for beauty

Offerings: chamomile, daisies, white blossoms, honey, juniper berries, laurel leaves, sunflower

Crystals: sunstone, celestite, selenite, pearl, rose quartz, pyrite, milky quartz

Animals: foal

FRIGG

Colors: blue, silver/grey, white for the moon; yellow/gold for opulence

Offerings: cardamom, allspice, sweet wines, milk, handspun fiber, feathers, moss

Crystals: moonstone, selenite, celestite, pyrite, milky quartz, rose quartz, agates

Animals: falcons, hawks, geese

HELA

Colors: red, orange, black for the underworld; white, grey for the dead

Offerings: white flowers, apples, willow, dark chocolate, coffee beans, mushrooms, clove--leave food until rotten

Crystals: bloodstone, jet, onyx, obsidian, black tourmaline, volcanic stone, red jasper, hematite

Animals: owl, raven, dog, wolf

FREYJA

Colors: red, pink, white for love; green, brown for nature; gold/yellow for her cape; purple, dark blue for magic

Offerings: jasmine, rose, verbena, collecting cat whiskers, honeycomb, fruit, fresh flowers, chocolate

Crystals: amber, petrified wood, agates, garnet/ruby, pyrite, lapis lazuli, rose quartz, emerald, jade, tiger's eye, cat's eye, amethyst

Animals: cats, pigs, horses, falcons

FREYR

Colors: green, brown for nature; yellow/gold for sunshine

Offerings: grain, apples, bread, nuts/seeds, venison, anything phallic, antlers, birch, hawthorn, coins/money

Crystals: green aventurine, agates, petrified wood, jaspers, jade, citrine, zoisite, pyrite

Animals: deer/stag, boar, horse, bee

NJORD

Colors: white, blues for the sea

Offerings: fish, sea salt, shells, beads, tobacco, fishing gear

Crystals: aquamarine, larimar, gemstones, pearls, malachite, sodalite, azurite, iolite

Animals: seabirds, sea mammals

SKADI

Colors: white, light blue for winter; brown for the hunt

Offerings: raw meat, berries, nuts, clear liquors, pelts, antlers

Crystals: milky quartz, bloodstone, blue calcite, chalcedony, jaspers

Animals: arctic fox

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hihi!! Hope you're doing well! Please take rest and drink as much as water as you can (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Do you write platonic relationships? If yes, may I request headcanons of Lu Bu and reader being best friends :D

It all starts with reader approaching Lu Bu because she thinks he would like a friend to talk to. Now, they're from completely different timelines and somehow very close. It's a cute friendship because she's small and very friendly to everyone and Lu Bu scares people with just one look.

I hope this wasn't too much to ask. If you can't do it, it's alright!! Have a wonderful day and sending lots of love >:D

btw I love your works sm this is my first time requesting 😭😭😭

-The sudden pressure on his back did nothing to break his concentration as he continued to swing his halberd, working on his technique, as he wanted to fight Thor again!

-Ever since being returned to life, Lu Bu has been working hard, training even harder, wanting to have an even better match against his soul mate, the opponent he had always wanted.

-Your arms wrapped around his neck, giving him a small hug, “Hi~ Lu Bu!” he cracked the smallest of grins before swinging hard, splitting the ground in front of him, but also breaking his fourth halberd of the day. He wasn’t bothered, he had plenty more.

-You hopped down before he turned, ruffling your hair lightly which made you grin before he spoke, “You need something or you just hanging out today?”

-The pout on your face was cute as your hands came to your hips, “What I can’t just come and see my most favorite Lu Bu in the world?!”

-His grin widened, and to anyone else who didn’t know him, it would have been terrifying, but to people like you and Chen Gong, you weren’t bothered, he was just smiling!

-Seeing him smile, you grinned, “I came to get you, Chen Gong asked me to bring you to lunch! He found a hot pot place!” while wanting to continue training, hearing what lunch was, he agreed, plus he couldn’t say no to you.

-If anyone saw the two of you together, they would think he was threatening you, because you were an adorable cinnamon roll while he was… not.

-Your friendship was an oddball one, but many thought it was cute, big scary Lu Bu with tiny cupcake Y/N, but you got along great with each other!

-You were the only one that could sneak up on him and hug him without breaking his concentration and you didn’t care if he spent hours training, you didn’t bother him, and if he wanted you out of the way, he would tell you, but since you’re so small, usually he doesn’t care.

-Chen Gong was overwhelmed with tears when you first met him as he hugged you, sobbing comically that his lord had made a friend!! Lu Bu had been a bit embarrassed, which was rather amusing to see but only you and Chen Gong had seen it.

-Even Red Hair liked you! And Red Hair didn’t like anyone but Lu Bu; but you didn’t ride him, as he wasn’t your horse, but you could at least approach him without fear and he would let you hand feed him and brush him.

-Chen Gong greeted you both as you led Lu Bu into the hot pot restaurant, waving you over to the table he had gotten, beaming, “I ordered plenty of meat for us!”

-Lu Bu gave him a grin, and being the only other person that didn’t mind Lu Bu’s smile, he wasn’t afraid, seeing it more as praise and happiness.

-Anyone looking at your table couldn’t understand the mismatched trio seated there, you and Chen Gong were chatty and bright, while Lu Bu was silent and scary looking, but seeing him with the two of you, he didn’t seem so scary, he almost seemed like a stoic father.

-Lu Bu cracked a grin when you put some vegetables into his bowl, “Eat some veggies too!” only you and maybe Chen Gong could get away with that.

-But then again, that’s why Lu Bu liked you, you weren’t afraid of him, you just treated him like a normal person, because to you, that’s all that he was.

[justjams2003]

Sweet Savagery- 2

Paring: Dark!Thor Odinson x Slave!Reader

Summary: All your life, Thor's blue eyes have haunted you. You believed you outran him, but now all your hopes come tumbling down.

Warnings: Death of loved ones, violence, nightmares, non-con, p in v, degradation. Tell me if I missed any.

Word count: 1.8k+, Unedited

1st Divider by: @firefly-graphics

2nd Divider by: @cafekitsune

The throbbing pain between your legs overshadows the comfort of a bed after years of not having one. It feels as though someone has run lightning through your back and shoulders.

Your thighs are raw, and your shoulders are red with hand prints. Regular lovers would preen, they would show off love bites after a steamy night. But you’re left only with the signs of aggression.  

Moving feels almost impossible. Each of your muscles is stiff and worn. The morning wind blows through the windows and curtains, causing a chill to run down your spine.

You’re still on top of the sheet and the side you didn’t sleep on, has gone untouched. If it weren’t for your appearance and the presence of pain, you’d think last night never happened.  

You did not move until the sun was high in the sky. Not that it matters much, this time of the year, the sun has little effect. At least it hasn’t started snowing yet, but that can be expected in the following days. The need to crawl into the sheets is overwhelming, but the dryness of your throat is more substantial.  

Each move is agony, but soon enough you find the remains of your nightdress. Though now, it covers even less than it did before. A choice must be made. Go through the mad king’s closet and find something to fear, but risk angering him? Or risk the guards seeing more than they should? With a sigh, you open the door ever so slightly.  

“Sir?” Your voice is coarse and faint, but still, you go on. “Could you perhaps ask a maid for some water?” You question if they even heard you, but it’s clear at least one of them had when they start marching away. Soon after, you heard a knock and let the maid in. It’s a short, stout, older woman who seems to enter in a flurry.  

“Oh dear! I cannot tell you how strange it is to see someone in His Majesty’s room. Or even be in here!” You can’t help but furrow your brows, has she never been in here. “My apologies, dear, we had a hurried meal made for you. You must be starved, it’s already mid-noon!” She pulls off the silver lid from the plate.  

On the plate, are an assortment of cheeses, meats and fruits along with water and wine. Your stomach grumbles for the first time in years. After being starved for so long, your stomach had grown numb and used to scraps.

“Just look at you! So strange, so strange.” She mutters to herself, pouring you a glass of water.  

“Would it be rude of me to ask why my presence is so strange?” You ask after taking a big gulp of the liquid. It eases the pain and soreness and makes it must easier to ask the questions burning in your mind. “Surely His Highness has had other guests?” A frown forms on your face when she shakes her head.  

“Oh no, dear, His Majesty himself is only seen entering and leaving his room once a day. And when he does have a person over, they...” It appears that she refuses to continue speaking.

A chill rushes through your body at her words. Violent images flash through your mind. “Not to worry, dear, if he’s let you stay, I’m sure it means you’re special.”  

Suddenly the cheese tastes sour. What if he has something planned far worse than any other people? “I’ll have one of the maids bring you a dress when they pick up your dishes. How long do you think you’ll be staying?” She asks with an unknowing smile. “I fear I might be staying forever.”  

Every day it was the same ritual. He would beckon you over with the fall of his hammer. And after taking off his cape and armour, he would take you like an animal. As if you're prey, he's claiming as his own property. A wild beast tearing you to shreds and at the same time causing a tear in your mind.

He's the only interaction you had throughout the day. Besides, of course, the simple hello, thank you and goodbye to the maids. These four walls are all you have.  

Morning and night, the quiet creeps into the corners of your mind. The balcony helps, yes, seeing the villagers go about their day. Doing their daily tasks, surely begging for the sweet silence you have now.

What they don't know is how cruel it can be. If you counted the moons correctly, it was a full 2 months before you finally caved.  

After another night of grunts, pull and push, your body acted much quicker than your mind. Reaching out to the only form of contact you have. Grabbing the king by the wrist before he can scatter away like so many nights before.  

"Thor, please...stay." You can't believe you uttered the words. It feels almost strange to hear your own voice. What's even stranger is his reaction. He doesn't even waiver in his actions. He pulls the sheets back, allowing the both of you to crawl underneath. And now, in the silence, you're not sure why you asked him to stay.  

His blue eyes, still the exact same shade of thunder blue, still glow in the dark. So beautiful, so dangerous, so enticing. What is it about them that lingers so? And why does nobody else seem to notice them like you do?  

His golden locks are lightly coated in sweat and even after so many nights you still haven't gotten used to his beauty. "Please say something." It's all you manage to mutter. It's barely above a mumble and yet even in the dark, you can tell he's heard you.  

"What would you like me to say?" His voice is just as coarse as your own, in contrast though, it carries so much more authority. His years of battle seem to ooze from him. "Anything. I fear the quiet will kill me before you do."

Now you've really done it. The solidarity has made your tongue loose. You hope to cover it up with a chuckle, but the deep furrow in his brow shows that he does not find it amusing.  

"I will not kill you." He keeps his words sparse as he leans back against the headboard with his back. "You can't blame me for thinking it." He scoffs at this. "If I wanted to kill you, I would not be making love to you." His words hold a sense of humour as if it's the most obvious thing in the world for him.  

Now you’re the one to scoff but bite your tongue. If he believes that to be making love, it’s no wonder he’s left without a wife or child.  

"That's not what the maids say. People tell me I'm the only one to have spent a night with you and live. They won't even speak of what remains of the others." You relay to him, for some reason growing comfortable. Or maybe you've gone just a bit mad yourself, here, alone.  

"They are not you." The words speak volumes unmatched. Still not satisfied, you press on. "I should be no different from them. I should mean even less than them." This seems to be the wrong thing to say. For he has the same look as your first night. Guilt. His heart opening just so slightly. He reaches to touch you, softly and without malicious intent.  

Lightly on the cheek and then tucking stray hairs behind your ear. "Sleep. I will have someone show you the castle tomorrow. I feel your solitary confinement will cause you to get in trouble."  

That morning, just like every morning before, you find yourself alone in the room. Yet for some reason, the crumpled sheets next to you bring a warm fuzzy feeling to your heart.

Some slight form of domestic bliss through the rabid ruthlessness of the king. And yet, now you're questioning if he even is such a mad king.  

If his forced violation of your body can ever be looked past, what has he done? In the two months spent there, he has not lifted a hand against you. He’s been much kinder than any of your other owners.

But is the violation worth it? Is it worth a full belly, clothed body, warm bed and wrists free from chains? Where must you give in and embrace the life you’re sworn to live now?  

A knock disrupts your mind, and you start the same routine every day over. Except today, you decide to wear the prettiest dress that the maids had given you. Braiding your hair, which has grown so long after many years of neglect, in the only way you know how.

You’ve never been in a castle before and judging the architecture of Thor’s room is anything to go by, it’ll be gorgeous. 

It was, to say the least, beautiful. Each wall and roof has intricate details. Golden touches and marble floors. Statues made of colossal size, each celebrating Thor or one of the higher-up men.

Pillars made of stone and granite of enormous size, hold up roofs as tall as mountains. They showed you the great hall, the kitchen and the gardens. Which are filled with mostly dead bushes now due to the winter air.  

The library is huge, and it makes you yearn to force yourself into each one of the written stories. Just how badly you so wished you could read; never have you had the opportunity to be educated. What truly sent your adrenaline flowing running is the training arena. Your maid, one of the younger ones seemed the most excited about this area.  

There is a platform to watch, and you can’t help but laugh at the silliness of it all. “Why do you laugh? I do think this is a good past time.” She’s not entirely wrong, heavyset, sweaty men, bigger than any other kingdom you’ve seen before, clashing muscles and swords. Dust flies in a storm and then suddenly stops.  

Those piercing blue eyes, you recognise from anywhere, enter the arena. They all salute him before returning to their training. Now, they spar. They form a circle around Thor. Each of the knights gives it their all, attacking with their years of skill and hours of training. It has little effect; he throws them off with ease.  

Like the nights you know so well, he doesn’t even break a sweat. The other men are in comfortable clothes, some even shirtless, but he is still in his usual full armour.

It comforts you knowing he can leave over 6 foot tall, over 20 stone men, groaning in the dust, and yet he chooses to keep you well. “My Lady, I do not know how you handle all that each night.”  

A blush coats you from your cheeks to the tips of your ears. It’s as if he heard you at that very moment, his eyes catch yours. He smirks and, at that moment, slams a guard, full speed, into the wall. The guard, who now looks small in stature, falls to the floor with a thump.

He grabs onto his body as groans of pain leave his mouth. His pain ripples through the arena. Everyone can feel that his bones cracked. After hours of training, this act seems to be the end of it.  

Thor finally speaks a word, it’s a loud boom, even if he doesn’t yell, it echos all around. “Pathetic.”  

[sigyn-foxyposts]

Yes I am doing the 2nd generation of the norse gods, so their children or just the younger kiddos! Please I know these aren't all of them :')

And remember that to me, they're all around the same age and grew up together and the couples I've written up is what I personally see working out. Sorry Narfi 😭

Plus this is just for fun and I like to experiment!

Here's a small recap on who they are and how I kinda see them too! :))

🤍Roskva and Thjalfi:

Thjalfi and Roskva, were the children of peasant farmers. When Thor and Loki are invited to stay a night at their house and Thor shares with the family the meat of his goats, which he can resurrect provided that their bones are intact. Thjalfi sucks the marrow from a leg bone from one of the goats. When Thor finds out he becomes enraged. As a result, Thor maintains Thjalfi and Roskva as his servants. Later Thjalfi proves to be a scary good runner!

I personally think Thor after taking in the siblings treat them as equals and so does his family! They'd probably get along with Thor's children too, as I'd imagine they're around the same age. Thjalfi is a good brother to Roskva and is protective of her! Which Roskva appreciates and finds annoying. Thjalfi makes himself seem more braver than he truly is too. (Reference to when he got chased by she-wolves)

💙Magni, Modi and Thrud:

Magni, Modi and Thrud are the children of Thor, all sharing Thor's strong traits and some red hair! Modi and Thrud's mother is Sif while Magni's is the joy in Jarnsaxa! Thrud is a possible valkyrie, a female warrior as her name was mentioned in a list of the valkyries. Magni only at the age of three years old, was said to be the only Aesir god strong enough to lift the jotun Hrungnir's leg off of Thor. As a reward for his strength, Hrungnir's horse Gullfaxi is gifted to Magni by Thor.

I can imagine that the sibling dynamic is chaotic between these three. It consists of a lot of drama, all thanks to Modi! But let's not be too harsh on the guy, I'd imagine Modi is jealous of his brother and sister, especially Magni because he is "the favorite". Magni not wanting any trouble and being responsible tries to fix the conflicts his brothers sourness makes. And Thrud, Thrud was a wild child, she definitely had her fair share of fights. But in the end they all love each other as siblings!

💚Narfi and Vali:

Narfi and Vali are the sons of Loki and his wife Sigyn. They are minor deities, with nothing to their characters, but modern people say Narfi is the god of wrongdoings and Vali possibly the same, if not something else. The only story we have is of their fate, which is tragic! Narfi met a grisly end when the the gods as a punishment for lokis crimes, turned Vali into a wolf, who then tore Narfi apart. The now wolf Vali ran off to Jotunheim.

I've always imagined Vali being the one always in charge of what they would do. He would always be protective of Narfi and like Thrud a wild one! He loves causing mischief like his father but stops when things get too far. Narfi was always shy and hiding behind his brother, he barely spoke but that didn't mean he didn't want to join in on the fun!

💛Forseti:

Forseti is the son of Baldr and Nanna and he is the god of justice and reconciliation. It's stated that his is the best of courts and all those who come before him leave reconciled. This suggests that he is skilled in mediation and is in contrast to his fellow god Týr, who "is not called a reconciler of men.".

I'd imagine that forseti is that calm and collected kid, that is also very clever and smart! Basically the well behaved and perfect kid a parent could ask for. He most definitely sees Tyr as a role model and is better at helping out with conflicts between his friends. Sorry Magni we know you tried.

🤎Fjölnir:

Fjölnir is the son of Freyr and his wife Gerdr. Later in life he became a legendary king of Sweden and he was claimed as the progenitor of the Swedish Yngling dynasty, reigning from Gamla Uppsala. Fjölnir was said to have drowned in a vat of mead while visiting Peace-Fróði, a similarly-legendary king of Zealand, the Danish island. Fjölnir was then succeeded by his son Sveigdir.

I'd imagine that little Fjölnir over here was quite erogant, but never with bad intentions. He was geniuanly very kind and shares a common trait with Vali and Thrud, being a wild child! He was for sure a brave one of the group.

[annachum]

Okay

Some other Sigyn variant ideas I just came with

Valhalla 1986! Sigyn ( I love that movie a lot okay )

. Sigyn is a beautiful Light Elven with curvaceous figure, ginger curly hair and also turquoise green eyes.

. While still a Valkyrie/Volva, Sigyn doesn't go with Thor and Loki to that mission in Utgard cuz she got some important businesses to take care of back in Asgard. Ofc she sends Loki some extra supplies and snacks, including pumpkin pies. Bless

. Good friends with Sif, who got long honey golden wavy hair and a beautiful and badass Harvest goddess and warrior ( like in the Norse Myths )

. Sif also doesn't go with Thor to that adventure in Utgard cuz she got important harvest related businesses to do in Asgard

. I can totally see after that adventure, Sif blesses the Nordic kids' village with abundant harvest that year, and Sigyn personally appears to those 2 kids to bless them with good fortunes ( kinda like the fairies in Sleeping Beauty in some ways )

. Valhalla 1986! Sigyn defo reminds me of Glinda from the 1939 Wizard of Oz movie in some ways. Bless.

Justice Friends ( a spin off of Dexter's Lab about superheroes and villains with some inspos from some of Marvel and DC's superheroes - ITS GREAT )! Sigyn :

. Okay, an idea is that Valhallen's adopted younger brother Logi comes to visit his brother....only to challenge Valhallen to some ' totally radical music duel in Asgard ' and all in Asgard

. Cue the Justice friends show up to Asgard and are AMAZED by the festivities and such

. Justice Friends! Loki ( aka Logi ) defo gives me several vibes of Prince in some ways.

. Anyway, while Valhallen is rocking away with his hammer guitar, Logi whips out his MAGICAL VIOLIN

. Sigrid ( aka Justice Friends! Sigyn ) is amongst the crowd cheering Logi on....until Valhallen and Logi's music duel turned into a CHAOTIC FIGHT

. A number of attendants TRIED to cease the fight until Sigrid flies between Valhallen and Logi and goes, ' THAT IS IT! ENOUGH OF THIS TOMFOOLERY! Come along, husband. ' * drags Logi away *

. Logi : But, my sweet Sigrid! Please don't be angry! I only made for a tussle with my brother!

Sigrid : * still dragging Logi away * I still had meat pies at home ready for you, dear.

Logi : 🤩🤩🤩🤩🥺🥺🥺🥺

. Yeah Sigrid is still a light elf, and she got auburn red curls and looks kinda like Lily Cole and Penelope Featherington in some ways. Sigrid gives me vibes of Ms Keane, Glinda the Good Witch and also Millie ( Helluva Boss )

. Yeah, the Justice friends are impressed with how Sigrid can keep Logi in check and went back to their apartment on Earth for a much needed rest that evening.

🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

@jonquilclegane @iosonounapersonamiao

[unityrain24]

Mod Pizza Orders

Thor: doesn't get exactly the same thing every time, but goes something like: red sauce (extra) or bbq, mozzerella, asiago, parmesan, literally every meat option avaliable except the anchovies, maybe a few vegetables but mainly meat, hot honey on top, thick crust to hold it all because it's HEAVY

Loki: cauliflower crust or regular thin crust, pesto sauce or mushroom pesto sauce, asiago, balsamic marinated mushrooms, artichoke and/or broccoli, basil, salt/pepper, fig glaze, possibly italian plant sausage

Tony Stark: regular thin crust, red sauce, mozzerela, parmesan, possibly muenster, italian sausage, pepperoni, olives, sometimes mushrooms

Bruce Banner: the maddy pizza (sometimes with olives added), or garlic bread

Natasha Romanoff: changes every time. Sometimes she'll do a caesar salad, sometimes she'll recreate russian mockba (russian-style pizza that is topped with mackrel, tuna, sardines, salmon and onions), sometimes she'll make something fancy with the specialty sauces, sometimes she gets a plain pepperoni pizza

Clint Barton: regular thin crust pizza, red sauce, pepperoni, sausage, can't tell if he'd absolutely love pineapple or absolutely hate it

Bonus- Peter Parker: plain maddy (plain cheese pizza)

personally, my mod pizza order is regular thin crust, red sauce, basil, mozzarella, asiago, roasted red peppers, salt/pepper. I'm not huge on pizza but when i do have it i like mod, and whenever i eat it this bounces around my head

[girlfromasgardsblog]

Bare

Thor x Amora

It was rare but the full fledged army of einherjar, unparalleled in its prowess and fighting on the battlefield, needed her on the front lines. The enchantress could enchant a man to eat sand and cut his own heart with a flick of her finger. And it was known to everyone on Asgard that the woman who had men wrapped around her fingers, couldn’t resist Thor herself. The god of Thunder and Prince of Asgard had summoned her to the battle of Harokin. He wasn’t aware the enemy had spelled weapons and fire breathing from their swords. She had enchanted the enemies. Their blood boiled and they fell down, burning from the fire of their own swords. She created Hel on the war field.

And Amora was exhausted. She could barely walk, but still managed to get inside her tent. Her bones and muscles were swollen, hurting like it was her last day of thousands of years. With shallow breathing and leaving trails of blood on the threshold of tent, she stumbled but caught hold of the table. Drenched in blood seeping from her eyes and nose, a side effect of using dark magic for a prolonged period of time, she stripped out of her silk and stepped into the tub. The warm water soothed her skin, and calmed her nerves. She looked at the bar where some ale and dry meat was spread along with candles.

“Thanks. I love it how you respect my feelings.” She low-key said, settling her chin on the rim of the bathtub.

“Do not come and hold me like I’m a weakling when I’m done with magic Thor! I clearly remember you saying that with a knife in your hand, who am I to defy you Amora? I wouldn’t do anything that makes you feel weak. You’re one of the strongest one I know” Thor answered with a smile, a cup of ale resting in his hands as he watched her, with admiration and something he couldn’t decide.

“So when are we having the meeting for next war strategy?…Thor?” She snapped her fingers, tilting her head to look at Thor sipping ale as he laughed, face red as a bloomed rose.

“Speak up? Odinson!”

Thor hissed, then said, clearly relishing the vista before him. The candle lights flickered on Amora’s bare body. “That’s…” he pointed a finger towards her, “that’s in my brain now!”

[faewitchsdeities]

𝕺𝖉𝖎𝖓

𝕺𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊(𝖘): Oddin, Othin, Woden, Wodan, Woten, Alfodr, Valfadr, Sigfadr, Yggr, All father, King of the gods

𝕲𝖔𝖉 𝖔𝖋: War, veterans, death, wisdom, knowledge, and poetry.

𝕾𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑 𝖉𝖆𝖞(𝖘): Wednesday (Names after him [Woden's day]), as well as Yule and other holidays

𝕽𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘: Son of Bestla and Burr, father of Thor, Hodr, Bragi, Baldlr, and Ullr

𝕰𝖓𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖊𝖘: Fenrir 𝕾𝖞𝖒𝖇𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖒-

𝕬𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖑(𝖘): Crow/Raver (usually in pairs), wolves (usually in pairs), eagle, and the eight legged horse Sleipnir

𝕺𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗: Lightning bolts, poetry, Gungir (his mighty spear), Valknut (the knot of those who've died in battle, the triple horn symbol, all seeing eye, prophecy, self-sacrifice, storms, logic, fate, healing, and justice.

𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖗(𝖘): Blue, Cobalt Blue, Red, Black, Grey, Purple, and Orange

𝕰𝖑𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙: Air

𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖊𝖙: Mercury

𝖅𝖔𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖈𝖘: Sagittarius

𝕾𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖆𝖗 𝕲𝖔𝖉𝖘: Zeus 𝕺𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘- Honoring soldiers, donating to vets, paying respect to warrior/vet graves.

𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖘/𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖘: Apple (crab) Ash leaves and wood Black pepper corn Beech Cedar Dragon's blood Elm leaves Fennel Ferns Horehound Maiden hair Mandrake Margoram Mugwort Nettle Oak Parsley Periwinkle Pine Plantain Polypody Thyme Tobacco Valerian White daisies White Sandalwood Woad Wormwood 9 sacred herbs

𝕱𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖘: Asparagus Beer and meads (good booze) Eggs Garlic Leeks Meat (pork, bird, game especially red meat like beef) Smoked salmon

𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘/𝖈𝖗𝖞𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖘/𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖘: Agate Amber Amethyst Carnilian Citrine Gold Hawk's eye Jet Onyx Smokey quartz Tin/metal

𝕺𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗: Lightnight bolt imagery, fortune telling tools (runes, pendulum, tarot, ect.), crow/raven feathers, black silk, wooden bowls, cosmic tree imagery, crow/raven ×2, wolves ×2, eight legged horse and ofc Odin statues/imagery, 𝕴𝖓𝖛𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖐: Aids in spells for curing the sick, calming storms, turning weapons against their attacker/dulling any blade, making women fall in love, knowledge, wisdom, strength, reincarnation, creation, poetry, storms and lightning, victory 𝕬𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊: Tall and strong older man, usually seen with a wide brimmed hat, a cloak, and an eye patch. Has a long beard and is almost always depicted with his 2 ravens and his 2 wolves 𝕷𝖔𝖗𝖊/𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘:

~From the earliest times he was a war god, protector of heroes; fallen warriors joined him in Valhalla. But he was also the great magician among the gods and is associated with runes, knowledge, wisdom, and veterans. He is concidered king of the gods/Aesir, the "All Father", and both trickster and protector of Asgard and Midgard. Though he is the son of two giants, he is Aesir, probably because his grandfather (esentially) was one of the first gods. With his mother decending from Ymir and his his Giant father was decended from Audumbla. -The Nornes carved runes into the wood of the tree Yggdrasil's trunk, to influence the fate of destiny. Odin became envious of their ability -but the runes don't show themselves easily- To prove himself, Odin was pierced to the wood of the great ash tree, where he hung for 9 windy days and nights, refusing any who offered aid. Finally, Odin fell off the tree and into the well below, screaming as he clutched the runes to his chest, and at the end of the 9th night -after teetering on the edge of life and death- he understood the runes.

With this knowledge, he was able to heal, quell grief, make blunt even the sharpest blade, break any felters that may bind him, hold/catch arrows mid-flight, turn poison onto another, protect others from naked flame, quench fury, quiet winds, storms, waves, and the seas, to drive witches and the Nornes mad, too keep friends from harm in battle, to walk and talk with those who have hung, to make a warrior invisible, to know all Aesir and Elves, to make a woman lust and ensure a maiden stays, and finally an ability he would not tell. -At the bottom of the well Odin was told by Mimir that he could drink from its knowledge-giving water, but only with the sacrifice of one of his eyes. His eyes were pale blue and were the color of the sky on a winter's day, when the frost is still on the ground. His eyes could pick out the tiniest bird miles and miles away, across the frozen tundra, if a human or god looked him in the eyes, they could not but feel a kind of awe. But, in the end, he did have two of them. So, he plucked out his eye and the head of his uncle allowed him to drink the water.

Odin instantly saw everything that had and will happen, and though there was good and bad news, he simply laughed with happiness when he saw the joy that would come to him. -He has two ravens; Huginn (thought) and Muninn (memory). He sends them out at dawn and they fly all over the world, before returning home at dinner to report back what they had seen -Odin was lonely during his travels and battles so he created Geri (greedy one) and Freki (ravenous one), and they stand by his side and ensure the Aesir king's safety and its said they populated the earth with their offspring -making wolves and dogs- -Loki's eight legged flying horse child -Sleipnir- was given to the king as a gift. It's teeth are inscribed with runes, and it has the ability to gallop through all skies and seas with its many legs, super-strength, speed, durability and endurance.

[katoninefandoms]

Cottagecore Fae/Magic AU

Steve is a Faerie. He’s run away from civilization, human and fae. He’s tired of trying to meet all the expectations. He’s not strong enough for a human, or pretty enough for a fae. So he runs. 

He loses himself in a Forest. He follows the footpaths, letting them guide him, and he comes across a clearing. The Forest sends wind to tousle his hair and coo at him. It shows him to a small cottage in the clearing (a la, sleeping beauty), and it lets him stay. In return for protection, Steve will help all those the Forest leads to him. 

He’s barely settled when his first visitors come. Gods, they are; Thor and Loki. Steve does his best, setting up beds for them and trying to make filling meals out of what little he’s managed to gather. But they are patient. They are only here to oversee the land. That Steve is willing to share what little he has is beautiful. Before they leave the next morning, they each press a blessing kiss to his forehead. 

Steve sets up little shrines in his garden for them, and slips into a routine. He figures out where all the good things are. He forages and sets traps for the small animals. He’s not worried about the meat, though, he can have mushrooms. 

While he’s working in his garden one day, maybe a few months later, another creature comes to the clearing. It’s a huge White Wolf, a shifter, and Steve bows to him in deference. His white fur is matted with blood and he has no front left paw -- it’s not a new injury, but it does mean he’s not so stable while hurt. Steve quickly gets salve and bandages to help. He patches the Wolf up and brings him inside to one of the beds to make him comfortable. When he’s finally well enough, Bucky shifts back into a human form to thank Steve and kneel before him. “Thank you, Fair One.” Steve pulls him up and just makes them breakfast. 

Bucky prefers to live as a Wolf, so he retreats into the Forest, but he stays in the area. He visits Steve often, bringing meat when he does. They bond quickly, and Steve loves to see his friend. 

When the next visitor comes, Steve thinks she and Bucky won’t get along. Another shifter, but a red Cougar, Natasha is competition to a Wolf. But she needs a safe place, so Steve houses and feeds her. She and Bucky get along like fire and kindling. The three of them spend the winter bedded down in Steve’s cabin, since storing up for the season is easier with all three of them doing the work. When spring comes, Natasha and Bucky go out into the Forest to hunt and live their best animal lives. But in winters, they come to stay with Steve. 

Years pass, and Steve only has to help a few wounded animals, point a couple of lost humans in the right direction. But one night, he hears wagon wheels rolling through the forest. It echoes in his clearing and his cottage. He gets up and runs outside to look, but he sees nothing. He follows the sound and the Forest’s guidance, and finds another clearing, and there is a Witch and her coven, her brother and husband, moving into another secluded cottage. Steve realizes he doesn’t know where the Forest gets the cottages, but he’s stopped questioning the Forest a long time ago. Wanda almost hits him with a protection spell, but Steve introduces himself as a steward of the Forest, and she grins, having found kin. She shows Steve Pietro and Vision, and he helps them get moved into the cottage. He promises to help if they should ever need it, and they offer the same. Over the next few days, the new neighbors meet Bucky and Natasha, and Steve shows them the good places to get certain plants. 

Another homesteader is not far behind them, an alchemist, perhaps a mage. Steve doesn’t know. He meets Bruce once, and while he does bring the man vegetables from his garden at the end of summer every year, they’re not very good friends. Bruce keeps to himself mostly, though Steve does sometimes hear odd howling and other sounds from that part of the forest every so often. Wanda promises he’s nice, though Steve gets the feeling she doesn’t see Bruce much, either. 

Over the next few years, there is a recurring visitor. A black Panther, who comes in the night. Steve catches him one night, sleeping on the cottage’s doorsteps. Steve leaves food for him, but he never stays long, always disappearing back into the Forest by dawn. Finally, one night, Steve stays up to catch the Panther’s arrival. He offers him a bed, but T’Challa is wary of the Fae. Steve mentions his friends, the other shifters, if T’Challa needs a safe place to be. In the morning, T’Challa leaves in a direction opposite of his usual, going deeper into the forest. The next time Steve sees him, it’s with Bucky and Natasha, and he can’t stop grinning. 

More years of the same helping animals and lost travelers. But his family grows closer, Natasha and Bucky are officially a bonded pair, their Pack has grown with T’Challa, the Coven invites the other four for celebrations of their holidays, and Steve invites the others to celebrations of Fae holidays. It’s good. The Forest has provided, the gods have blessed. 

But despite it all, Steve is… kind of lonely. 

Fae pass through; two Feathered Ones, a hawk and a falcon that land on Steve’s roof. But he recognizes them immediately and bows. Clint and Sam are not shifters like Bucky, Natasha, and T’Challa, they are Fae, not human. But they have two forms. They spend several nights with Steve, and Steve asks them so many questions about how the Fae realm has changed, how everyone is doing. Nothing has changed much, not like the Forest, which seems to always be growing and changing. The Pack comes to check on Steve when Bucky realizes he hasn’t seen Steve in the woods for days. 

The Feathered ones take to the Pack easily. They don’t want to live like Steve, in a human cottage. But this Pack is very beautiful to them, better than a Fae Court. They nest near Steve’s cottage, but spend their time foraging and hunting with the Pack, eventually joining it. 

Even the Fae aren’t staying. 

But Steve keeps leaving his offerings and working his garden, foraging from the land. Magic flows through the Forest, decades pass, the family grows closer. Even Bruce is brought more into the fold, though there are weeks where he will disappear -- that’s when Steve hears the sounds. He doesn’t dare investigate, because if Bruce wanted them all to know… he’s had plenty of chances to get the others involved. Steve won’t push if he’s not ready. 

More years, more time with family, more loneliness. 

One evening, Steve is leaving to go out into the forest. It’s dark, and it’s his favorite time to go hunting for mushrooms. They glow when he comes close, so it’s much more fun to forage them at night. But as he’s going, a tiny Faun bursts from the Forest giggling and squealing as he chases fireflies. He freezes when he sees Steve, and Steve freezes, too, not wanting to scare the poor thing. He waits for an adult Faun to follow, but there isn’t one. When Steve asks, the boy confirms that he’s lost. Steve gets Peter a blanket and a mug of tea, and sits with him on the steps to wait for his father. When no father is forthcoming, Steve uses magic to amplify Peter calling for his father, letting the boy’s voice echo through the Forest. He knows the Forest will make sure the right creature hears. 

An adult Faun bursts into the clearing minutes later, clearly concerned. Peter rushes to his father, joyful and relieved. Steve bows to the Faun, once he has his attention. He introduces himself and offers the man and his son beds for the night. Tony thanks him, explaining that they are having to run for humans. Steve gives them dinner and beds, promising they are safe. 

But he can’t sleep. He can’t stop thinking about how terrified Tony seemed, but how much Peter loved the forest. He thinks about Tony’s warm chestnut eyes. He doesn’t want to see them go. He just feels it in his heart, in the way his forehead tingles when they’re near, that he’s supposed to keep them. He spends the night putting together baskets of provisions for them, in case they don’t want to stay. 

In the morning, he passes over one of the bundles to Tony, but his hands are still on it. Steve looks up into Tony’s eyes, and he feels his forehead buzzing, almost. “The Forest never lets anything harmful come here,” he promises. “You’d be safe. I… would you like to stay?” And Tony seems unsure, but Steve begs, “Please, stay?” 

Tony can’t say no, and he and Peter stay. Tony says they’ll only stay until spring. But come spring, he’s helping Steve add onto the cottage. The lumber and other materials they need appear from nowhere at the edge of the clearing. But it’s perfect. They send thanks to the Forest every day. They build and together, they take care of the Forest’s lost souls. 

Wanda and Vision have boys that come to play with Peter, the Pack comes and helps with the building, Tony makes good friends with Bruce. And Steve isn’t lonely anymore. The Forest provided, the gods blessed. He leaves offerings and thanks for them every night, and they even return the summer Steve and Tony officially pair. They both kiss Steve’s forehead before leaving, and Steve just can’t stop grinning.

[sensitivelittlevorta]

Enterprise Season 1 Episode 1 and 2 Broken Bow

1:42-1:50 Dude, that looks uncomfortable. Also, the way he pushed his ass through like he was swimming.

2:06-2:15 what the hell was stored in that thing no way that was just the weapon?! I thought that’s like a silo and there is just food in there?! But no?

2:40 OH MY GOD THE THEME SONG OH MY GOD I LOVE IT. HOW COULD I HAVE FORGOTTEN THAT THEME SONG?!

6:20 Klingot… Gringotts

7:20 Ooooh, the creepy smile doctor

7:45 isn’t dying because of wounds you got in battle but not in the actual battle actually pretty bad for a Klingon and you won’t go to whatever-it-is-called or is it the same? For the norse it is bad, I remember Thor telling Sif that in the fourth Thor movie.

8:22 (this is terrible, because of mouth movement or translating issues of idioms which don’t exist in other cultures they sometimes have to change sentences and they changed ‘knock you on your ass’ to ‘über’s Knie legen’ which literally translates to laying someone over their knees (so you can spank them (in a disciplining way)) but you can imagine what I thought when he figuratively said he wanted to spank her…💀 )

9:18 oooh, soval didn’t like being called out

10:20 Theee dooooooooggggg. Riiiiighthhtkjadk. They had a dog on board in this series!1!!!!1!!!!!!!

14:30 POOOOOOORTHOOOOOOS111!!1111!11!!!111!!111!!!!!!!111!11

18:20 why does the Enterprise have a disc slot…? Although it looks more like a snow shovel in this shot.🤣

20:04 is the Chinese food in San Francisco in 2150 authentic? Is the food there now authentic?

20:25 What do you think is in your normal day food? There’s literally bugshit in some candies. Don’t be so shocked about the droppings of some alien animal to be used as medicine.

21:27 that grin. That godamm grin. Also I think it made Archer doubt his life decisions for a split second

21:28 I remember that scene!

22:50 yeah… I definitely remember that scene… what a funny joke… third hand… funny… why? he doesn’t even have three hands🥲

24:10 I really wonder if we will still eat meat regularly in 2150. The number of people who don’t is rising, but how high will it rise in the next 100 years?

25:04 how many times did she have to try that?! Also, Archer is not impressed but very amused.

31:00 The Vulcans are out there and really think they know everything and are allowed to dictate the humans how to live life. What about meddling with other species? Oh yeah, my bad. That’s only forbidden until the species can use warp drive. After that they can just tell others what to do and what not to do. This really makes me hate Vulcans, but pretty sure that’s wanted, so…, good writing?

31:31 wäääähhhh!

31:46 wääääh. I don’t want to look at that! Please close him up. I don’t care about his lungs.

35:10 those green guys’ skin reminds me of those red rubbery running tracks. Also, I hate it when they speak a different language and require me to look at the screen to read the subtitles, I have no idea what they said in the beginning because I was looking at my phone

36:20 those jackets look awful. Ugly snake leather jackets

37:03 and you just know those Rigellians are smaller than Klingons?

38:45 are they naked? Are they clothed? Are they both?

39:40 gosh. I remember that scene and I am pretty sure I didn’t like it

40:04 please don’t say anything Trip. You have no idea what’s going on.

40:22-40:43 I told you! don’t say anything! If T’Pol says that, then please believe her. And she is right with interfering. Please don’t gimme anymore secondhand embarrassment.

41:03 can you at least give me one thing an enclave can mean?

43:27 pretty sure being bigger than an alien doesn’t mean you’re also stronger than them or that they don’t know how to turn that against you.

43:45 dude what? Why? Girl?! Why? I wouldn’t want to get kissed by some random alien that’s holding me captive… no matter how attractive they seem to be… Especially when she looks completely different after it!

44:09 and very close contact can’t just be skin contact? Like cheek on cheek? Or just hand on hand? Does it need to be the head? Can’t you just hug him? Why does it always have to be something sexual?

46:18 she dead. (also what kinda run was that steppystep over her and then steppysteprun XD)

46:47 you really should remember where you parked your car. My father taught me that since I was little. I thought Vulcans and Humans of the 22nd century should know that.

52:00 Why is this so sexual? I have no idea what they’re talking about because I am too busy feeling unwell because of that sexual massage thing they have going on.

52:25 why did she just shortly smear the cream on his back and then went to his legs? Surely, he is very capable of doing his legs himself. Can you please smear it on his back? Again, shortly back to the back and then suddenly his shoulders and his ears. He can do that himself? Just smear it in a nonsexual way on his back, please?! Now that we can’t see her doing his back, she is doing his back? They just show the sexual parts, yes? And the normal back one is off camera? Of course. And then he just leaves. Are they even allowed to leave yet? (imagine that with Archer and Shran though. In the same weird sexual way, but they just talk normally about their mission and then leave, and the audience is just hungry for more)

53:23 yummy…

53:43 (why are his legs less hairy than his chest? Is that normal? That’s a serious question, I have no knowledge about stuff like that)

45:30 is it logical to do that?

58:45 safety belts seem to be a good idea in general on board of starships. The amount of times people fly out of theirs seats on those series is way too high to not have seatbelts xd

59:49 that’s the Caretaker's array

1:01:20 Hoshi is about to get a panic attack

1:01:30 is that their tractor beam?! When was the tractor beam invented? That’s just two gacha claws on strings? How do you even aim that? If you miss with them, you have to retrieve them and shoot them again. I love it.

1:01:55 is that making fun of themselves because in the other series their displays also look like that?

1:03:38 would it? I thought nothing beats accidentally killing an alien when you just wanted to stun them…

1:03:58 sounds like you have a few squirrels in the controls

1:06:10 how you know that wasn’t killing?

1:11:08 disco!!! Where’s the music though? That was an elevator? Just more reason to wonder where the music was.

1:11:45 *snickers* *snorts* *starts laughing out loud*

1:13:10 why do those people always claim to know more about someone then the person themselves? I mean it makes sense in this setting with timetravel and all that, but in general, why do they think they know more? They can’t look into their heads, so why do they say that? Just to impress or frighten the other? I would be neither impressed nor frightened. Although I would be frightened to be in those situations in general 😅

1:15:10 is the timethingie going on in there also changing the way sound moves or why can’t neither of them locate the other by the origin of their voice?

1:15:25 that looked like it should have crushed his skull

1:16:00 eeeww

1:15:49-1:16:05 first scene: green running track guy has a strange hold on Archers uniform

                second scene: green running track guy suddenly has Archer in a strange chokehold

                third scene: green running track guy suddenly doesn’t have Archer in a strange chokehold anymore

1:16:25 same. I would be glad to be in one piece too. His face and hands though

Absolute shock on his face of having been beamed and he's still in one piece.

1:17:48 that smile…

1:18:13 The information is in his DNA?! That is small. Very small.

1:18:47 but I want to know what he said?! Tell me, Hoshi!

1:18:54 POOOOORHTOOOOOS. Awwww, his little tail is wagging so hard it’s just a ‘woosh’. Little baby boy.

[wyrmfedgrave]

1914: The Work.

"Mighty Odin laughs upon his throne¹,

Claim(ing) his children² for his own.

The voice of Thor resounds from on high,

(As) armed Valkyries ride (in) the sky:

The Gods of Asgard³ their powers release,

To rouse... dullards from (their) peace.

Awake,... hypocrites & deign to (see),

The actions of (your) "Brotherhood of Man⁴."

Could your shrill pippings... impair,

The warlike impulse (found) there?

Where now the gentle maxims of school,

The Cant⁵ of preachers & (their) Golden Rule⁶?

What (can) feeble... doctrine... sway?

Too long restrained... bloody tempest breaks,

Midgard⁷, beneath the (tread) of warriors shakes,

On to death, Berserkers⁸ bold!!

In acts of (red) bravery... die!

Who cares (for a) heaven (full) of priests,

When only warriors... with Woden⁹ feast?

Flesh of Schrimnir¹⁰ &... cup of mead,

Are for him who falls in martial deed:

Luckless boor that passive meets his end,

Never in Valhalla (will he) contend¹¹.

Slay, brothers, slay!!

Bathe in crimson gore;

Let Thor... view the sport once more!

All... thoughts fad(e) in(to) mist,

Attack or... resist.

List,... Alfadur¹² to the clash of steel;

How (a)like does each swordsman feel!"

Notes:

1. Odin's main throne was in Valhalla. But, he had another, lesser known seat of office.

This was called Hlidskjalf (high seat with a view) & it allowed the 1-eyed God to use seidr (omniscience)!

There, 1 could look into the other realms. Such as when Freyr (lord) did so, when he peeked into Jotunheim - & fell in love...

It's described as being inside of Valaskjalf (Shelf of the Slain), Odin's home.

Freyr, BTW, is the Vanir (friends?) God of peace, rain & fertility. Though from another race of Gods, he lived with the Aesir - as a 'hostage!'

2. In the Christian Bible, there's 2 versions of the creation event.

But, in Norse myth, there's different Gods present at man's creation.

The only God present in both versions is Odin.

He was the 1 to breathe life into 2 tree trunks found at the beach. These were named Ask (ash tree) & Embla (elm, water pot or vine?)

3. Asgard (Gods's 'fort'?) was home to the Norse Gods. Several divine homes are located there.

Places like Alfheim (Elfland), Gladsheimr (bright home), Idavollr (splendid plain), Noatun (ship port?), Vingolf (friendly hall) & Valhalla are all located there.

4. Here, Lovecraft shows his disdain of Immanuel Kant's book Perpetual Peace & the growing inter- national peace movement.

Kant was a major German philosopher.

Hate much, Lovecraft?

5. Interesting word: It describes any hypocritical or sanctimonious speech on political, religious or moral.

It's also all about particular slangs, lingos & science terminology!

"Beam me up, Scotty?"

6. The Golden Rule, of almost all religions, is to treat others as you want to be treated. It got this name because there's value in being respectful & caring with 1 another.

7. Midgard (middle earth or 'fort' wall?) is the Earth. It named the "wall around the world," a defense from Ice Giant attacks!!

Where's Thor when you really need him?

Making movies...

8. Berserkers were unruly Norse warriors who fought in a trance-like fury!

Some would fight in the nude - unhindered by either, wounds or weather.

Others bit their shields or roared like banshees!

Often, they attacked both, friends & foes - which led them be outlawed.

Think about that for a 2nd...

A successfully violent & martial culture that's scared of no 1 - except 1 of their own!!

9. Woden¹³ is the Anglo-Saxon version of the Scandinavian Odin. He's also king of their Gods & leads the nightmarish 'Wild Hunt!'

But, all of these divinities are of Germanic stock. Local languages account for the variant spellings.

10. Schrimnir is now spelled Saehrimnir (sooty sea beast). Both, however, are the names of the magical boiled meat served in Valhalla.

The beast (walrus?) is slaughtered each evening to feed the Einherjar (warriors who fight alone?).

Then, the beast (boar?!) is resurrected again - til the next evening...

11. Cowards & those who died in bed or from disease weren't welcomed in Valhalla. Only heroic warriors could expect to be taken there.

However, only half of the slain actually went to Valhalla. The rest went to Folkvangr (field of the host), hall of Freya (the lady).

Freya was the Goddess of love, war & magic. She's also an Aesir 'hostage' & was originally a Vanir Goddess.

12. Alfadur (all father) is another name for Odin.

But, long after Ragnarok, an Alfadur is supposed to recreate some of the lost worlds.

The whole 9 worlds aren't mentioned.

This sounds like a major error, since it's Balder who's supposed to do that.

But, perhaps, Alfadur is a title that passed down to Odin's son...

It could be this error that confounded Lovecraft's translation.

13. Anglo-Saxon Woden is also known as Uuoden in Old Saxon, Wuodan in Old Dutch, Weda in Old Frisian & Wuotan in Old High German.

All these various names go back to the old Proto- Germanic Wodanaz, meaning "Lord of the Frenzied."

Odin seems to translate as "lord of inspiration?" But , it can also mean "lord of the delirious or raging."

Next: Part 3 The Work continues...

[loveforpreserumsteve]

Love Grows (demon!Bucky and pre-serum!Steve omegaverse au)

26

SALT, HE FOUND, even a few grains of it, made food inedible. "That's perfectly normal," Dr. Pierce said on his fourth visit. "When your body needs it, the aversion will disappear. Meanwhile, obviously, no salt. Trust your aversions the same as you do your cravings."

Steve didn't have any cravings though. His appetite, in fact, had shrunk. A small glass of orange juice and a slice of dry toast for breakfast – that he usually vomited up soon after – some unsalted crackers for lunch, and steamed vegetables and a piece of rare meat for dinner. His routine was very solid from his day to day. Even when it came to Peggy bringing over her vitamin-enriched shakes that were watery, cold, and sour.

"What's in it?" Steve asked.

"Snips and snails and puppy-dogs' tails," Peggy said, smiling.

Steve chuckled. "That's fine. But what if we want a girl?"

"Do you?"

Steve shrugged, "I'll be happy with whatever they are."

"Well there you are."

Finishing the drink, Steve said, "No, really, what's in it?"

"Milk, a banana, some spices and herbs..."

"Terrigen root?"

"Some of that," Peggy confirmed, "Some of other things too."

Peggy brought the drink every day in the same cup, a large one with tiny red stars, and sat at the kitchen table while Steve drained it. Steve supposed that the drink wasn't so bad when he got some company while he drank it. Because, as it turned out, Hodge was spending his days filming commercials, auditioning, and going to callbacks.

Normally, Steve wouldn't have had an issue with Hodge being busy with work. But it seemed as though ever since he became pregnant, he'd been clingy and lonely. Which had never been who Steve had been. Not even when he was a loner in school who had more bullies than friends. Steve had always been very independent and enjoyed his alone time.

Except for now.

Because, now, Steve wasn't dealing with his own loneliness but also Hodge's. Loneliness that gunked up the bond and left Steve feeling cold.

One day, Steve got into a conversation while waiting for the elevator with Mrs. 12B, herself, Laura Barton. The end of it was a brunch invitation for Hodge and him for the following Sunday, but Hodge vetoed the idea when Steve told him of it.

"I'll be shooting the Old Spice commercial," Hodge reminded. Then, he teased, "Got pregnancy brain already? I thought you'd start forgetting further along."

Shrugging, Steve leaned against the doorframe as he watched Hodge shave the shadow of stubble on his face. "I just thought it'd be fun, y'know?"

"Well," Hodge sighed, rinsing the razor, "Even if I wasn't working, I'd need a day to rest. I've just been so busy that I could really use a break."

"Right, I know," Steve assured. Worrying his lower lip, he repeated, "I just thought it'd be fun."

A few nights later, Hodge had broken a dinner and theater double date they had made a few weeks earlier with Sam and Riley. Sam playfully made a big fuss about them canceling, but it still nagged at Steve and made him feel guilty. Not only for canceling, but for not having anything interesting to put in his next show. He was tempted to tell Sam to just forget it all. Steve even thought about calling the gallery owner, Thor. Of course, he didn't, but it was close.

But what got to Steve the most was when Hodge kept putting off dinner with the Erskines. Sure, the older couple knew that they were busy, yet, it got to Steve. Made him emotional. Maybe it was the hormones from the baby, but it still made him cry as he texted the old man. After all, he and his wife were like family to Steve. Especially with his real family being out of state.

And then the pain started. It started off small and subtle. A cramp here, an ache there. At first, Steve assumed that it was just gas. However, he quickly grew alarmed when a sharp, stabbing sensation pierced through his abdomen one morning.

It was enough to thoroughly frighten him as he doubled over in his pain. Reaching for his phone, he instantly dialed Dr. Pierce's office's number. The older alpha immediately wanted to see him, so Steve made his way to his office. He was still wearing his flannel pajama pants and one of Hodge's old, faded sweatshirts, not caring one bit what people thought of him. Hell, he could barely walk upright, what did he care if people took notice of what he was wearing and whether he was presentable, his baby could be in harm!

"You'll be fine," Dr. Pierce assessed after examining him. Helping him sit up, the older man assured, "It's just some normal expansion of your pelvis to better fit the baby. No need to worry."

Sighing in relief, Steve admitted, "I was afraid it might be ectopic or something."

"Ectopic?" Dr. Pierce quirked a brow. "I thought you weren't going to google symptoms."

"I couldn't help it," Steve tried to reason. "I've never felt anything like this before."

"Well, that's because you've never been pregnant before," Dr. Pierce smirked. "But remember not to do it anymore. It'll only worry you."

"I know," Steve sighed. Holding his abdomen as though he could protect his baby this way, he promised, "I won't."

"Now, I'll see you next week," Dr. Pierce decided, walking him out to the receptionist. Before Steve could get scheduled, the older alpha assured, "The pain will go away in two days."

Unfortunately, the pain didn't go away in two days. In fact they were worse and grew worse still, as if barbed wire was wrapped around his uterus and no matter how he moved, those little spurs tugged and stabbed at everything surrounding it. There would be pain for hour after hour, and then a few minutes of relative painlessness that was only the pain gathering itself for a new assault. Tylenol did little good for him and he was afraid of taking too many. Sleep, when it finally came, brought awful, terrible dreams in which he was ripped apart from the inside out by his baby chewing their way out of his womb, or him being torn apart by dozens of cannibal babies with stormy eyes and dimpled chins.

"This happens sometimes," Dr. Pierce said a few appointments later. "It'll stop any day now. Are you sure you haven't been lying about your age? Usually it's the older patients with less flexible joints who have this sort of difficulty."

At home, Peggy sat with him and said, "You poor thing. I can't even imagine. But don't fret, dear, an omega who used to live in 7F had exactly the same kind of pains, and so did two other beta women I know of. And all of their deliveries were easy and went off without a hitch, and they all had healthy babies."

"Thanks," Steve said, but his face grew pinched and wan and shadowed. He looked awful, he knew that he did. Even though Hodge and the Sousas insisted otherwise. Even with the great Angie Martinelli complimented him of his glow despite her not knowing he was expecting.

All the while, a twin lasso tightened around his heart the way that the barbed wire did to his uterus. And he couldn't help but wonder where Bucky was and what he was doing. He wanted to be around the alpha while also not wanting to be around him. After all, he didn't want anyone to see him in this state. Especially not Bucky.

[judethebrood]

PT 1/2~~

Violet. Grilled cheese. Frog hat. Weather. Papillon. P.T.V. Stardust. Insomnia. Horse & fish. River. Thor. Costumer service. Hairdye. Backyardigans. French Music. Weed guy. Emo poser. Tiddies. Art school. Dogsitting. Vomit. "The water tastes like rocks". Depression messes. Cranberry and turkey sandwich. Jealousyyy. Alèjandro. Bat pin. Bus stop. Rocks. Wildfire. Walls. Thorns. " Only it would never work out". Stars. "Cherry love bomb". Monster Ultra Red. Boba. Death's head moth. Bedroom door. Dagger?? Teal boots. Hugs. King for a day. Veggies. Minifridge. Mullet. Amber. Telephone lines. Super freeze. Haunted. Vamps. " Like...4 albums". Fishnets. Theatre kid. Lipstick for 3.5 hours. Welcome to the internet. Jude law. Binder hell. Septum. Swimming. Mutual hate. Penguins have teeth. Grunge is emo. Summer house. MCRX. 4:53:42:19. Headfirst. Second wind. Goat. Crop top. Comicon. Scars. Woodpecker. T. Eyebrows. Moo. Prom. Slush. Canadian brownies. January 20th. "Like 5 concerts". September. California. Leeches. German shepherds. Adam & Loki. Shower. Layer up. Asthma. " My ribs just hate me". Paper basket. Toonie. Seperation. Trophy father's trophy son. July 25th. Purple shades. Space hoodie. " Body type is a scam". Pickle jar. Sander's sides. Heather. "Where are yoouuu? ". Bathtub. Bird island. March snow. Tattoos. 2 a.m. " Mail you a hot dog". String lights. Scythe. Red marker. Apple music. Art school. Clown car style. Cowboy. "Well, that was racist". Aspen or Ash. Licence plate shirt. Bird skull. Vulturing?? "Are parties fun?". "We're the same fucking person". Streetlights. Yuzu. Halloween. Haribo sour snakes. Knapweeds. September 22nd. iPhone. Lollipop. Nosebleeds. Tigertail. Chocy milk. Trout. Burrito. Trailer park. Brown. Snackies. Trail. Passport. Lesbian-Trans pipeline. Brendan Rogers. Miraculous. ICP. House. W33d. Default Carmel. Shane SMH. Peanut allergy. Lofi. Roleplay. Dermatologist. Southern accent??? "That's the autism". Blue hair. Dahlias. "K-pop in the kitchen". Filters. beans. Internet tsk tsk tsk. Fishing. Toque. Thrifting. Clay. Barbed wire tatts. Caffeine. Magnus archives. This is home. Markiplier. Twix. Streetlights. Chocolate rum. Pugs. Maple ice. X box. 5 am. Rattlesnakes. Gee. Clown. Red hoodie. Showers. Hair bleach. The till. Alexa. Me-crow-avé. " tHeRe'S A BeE??" Trash bears. Cartman. The bus. Bleeding hearts. Sushi. TØP. Aussi lemonade. Pencil case. Nymeria. Ouisau. Paper stars. Bucket hat. Closing shift. Cards against Humanity. Finals. Mt. Dew. Psoriasis. Poodle. Handyman. Little Italian Grandma. Dead horse. Mr.Clean. Hank. "Is that the Anti-Christ??". SunChips. Sewing. Mugs. "We have the meats". Aquarium. Grocery store sushi. IT chapter 2. Wallet. "You can't murder him, he's my ride tomorrow". Bloodwork alone. Doctor's note. Till. Vegan restaurant. Mango. Sleepover again. rose gold headphones. Annual Tuesday sale. Chocolate crossiant. Ukulele. August. Chicago. Baseball babysitting. Selfie spill. Photogenic. The sixth sense.

[charnelhouse]

Hey Char, I know your thing is for Thor, but would you write any other Hemsworth characters? I just re-watched Extraction and it's such a "netflix" movie if you know what I mean, but this time I felt things for Tyler Rake, like, dude really needs a hug

A/N: Tyler Rake x F!Reader. I gave these lovahs a super soldier backstory because straight up he would not have survived that bullet wound. Smut on a table. Idiots in love.

It’s not that he doesn’t love her. It’s that he does. 

You can’t have two mercenaries together. It’s suicide. It’s a target. But he comes back to her. Every. Fucking. Time. 

He staggers through her door with blood painting his face or sheeting down his thigh and she puts him back together. Sometimes it’s her who comes to him. She finds him like she’s got a piece of herself inside him. A North Star. A bit of telepathy. She falls into him - lips quivering around some half-hearted description of whatever injury she has. She’s inhaled toxic fumes or gotten a stab to the gut that should have killed her, but didn’t. He attends to her. He attends to her in all sorts of ways.

No matter the wound, they live.

It’s because of who they are. What they’re made of. 

Ten years ago, two soldiers were sent to Lab 406 and made durable. Tyler remembers all of it. She doesn’t. She buried it somewhere inside her where she cannot inspect it or touch it or bring it back. She refuses to relive it and it’s not like Tyler would ever ask her to. 

They were reborn there. Hard as diamonds. They can still die, of course, but not very easily. He should have bled out on that bridge, but he didn’t. He should have drowned, but no. 

He’s seen her come back from five bullets to the torso. He’s watched her nearly succumb over and over again and it still fucking breaks him because he always believes that each new time will be the last. 

“We’ve got nine lives, Rake,” she husks from a bed in El Salvador. There’s a needle in her arm supplying her with fluids. A janky heart monitor that beeps and beeps. The bandage around her ribs is smeared in rust-red. Their hideout now a makeshift hospital. 

He slips his thumb across her cheek, he sweeps it over her lower lip that’s parched and dry. “We’re out of them, baby,” he murmurs. 

But they never are.

***

“This isn’t smart.” He grunts as he shoves her back against the edge of a table, as he digs his fingers into the meat of her thigh and makes her whimper like she isn’t already made of steel. 

“No,” she pants against his mouth, tongue licking inside the cup of it. She grasps the hinge of his jaw to drag him down against her and he follows. He pins her to the table, covering her with his body. He pushes her knees apart before pressing into her and oh - it’s hot and wet and knot-tight. He drags his hips back before driving forward with a ruthless snap - forcing a gasp out of her that’s bruised with pleasure. This feels just like a fight. A cyclone of webbed energy and passion and too much.

“Is this what you want?” he rasps as he fucks her - thrusting in short, blunt strokes that punches the breath from her lungs. He’s not even sure how it went from him opening his door to him on top of her like this. His sweats are around his knees. The cups of her bra are rucked down around her stomach. 

He’s mad. He’s furious. She’s put herself in danger again. She’s come to him when she shouldn’t have and he’s got a whole Russian syndicate on his ass and still she found him.

She clings to him, her fingers digging into his ribs, the heels of her feet knocking against his lower back. “Yes,” she replies. “I want you, Tyler. I just want you.”

He pauses for a moment. She never calls him Tyler. It’s Rake or dumb ass or fucker, but never his first name. He presses against her, hips at a slow grind, cock pulsing and twitching deep in her cunt where she clenches around him. He looks at her - eyes searching her desperate face.

“You found out,” he realizes - almost resigned. She blinks at him, cocking her head a little. 

“Nik,” she replies. “Nik told me.”

He sighs and attempts to draw away from her, but she doesn’t let him. She wraps her arms around his neck and yanks him back to her heaving chest. He nearly tumbles off the table, his hand shooting out to grip the edge of the wood to balance his weight.

“She was sure you were dead,” she says in a hushed voice - her breath warm against his ear and his bristly cheek. “Shot through the neck…the river. You kept it from me.”

Not even accusatory…just sad. She’s sad, which is an emotion he has rarely seen overcome her. It stuns him.

“I was sure you were alive.” She trails off, mouth opening and closing as she searches for the words. Finally, she whispers. “I-I would have felt it. If you were dead…I would have known.”

He grimaces. Maybe - he should have guessed the reason for her visit the second she’d shoved her way through his door. Her expression had been one of relief and then she’d basically climbed up his body, curling herself around him like a wild vine. She’d cradled his face and kissed him so roughly, it vibrated through him, straight to his bones. He thought she was just there to fuck, which was usually the case. 

He feels…anxious. A bit confused.

He’s still inside her, still holding himself up by a forearm so he won’t crush her smaller frame. He’s also weirdly touched. He had always thought he was the one more worried for her while she brushed off every single wound dealt to her person. Now - it was quite apparent, he’d been wrong. She could be scared for him. Upset. 

“I lived,” he says gently as he strokes her thigh and then her hair. “I’m okay.”

He can feel her pull back an inch before burying her face into his neck. She’s panting a bit, nosing at the underside of his jaw and then she places a soft, wet kiss against the knotted scar from that nearly-fatal bullet. He shivers - reflexively thrusting shallowly into the warm wet clutch of her pussy. 

“When Nic told me, I came running,” she reveals. “I didn’t-didn’t even think.”

What can he even say to that?

I’m pleased. I’m surprised. I didn’t think you were capable of that kind of fear.

He lifts himself up - placing both of his forearms on either side of her head to bear his weight. He regards her quietly - devoutly - a little bit more in love with her despite himself.

He decides to change the direction of the conversation, focusing on the very neon red fact that she shouldn’t be with him when he’s in a spot like this.

“Sweetheart,” he says. “It’s dangerous,” He runs his knuckles across her cheekbone - the furrow between her brows. “It’s not safe for you here.”

“When is it not?” she retorts, her eyes gleaming a bit too brightly. “You’ll need back-up.”

Of course. 

He drops his face into her shoulder, exhaling long and loose and she digs her knees into his waist, squeezing him. She combs her fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp. “Let me fight with you,” she pleads - moving against him, her lower muscles bearing down upon the length of his cock that’s sunk to the hilt. “Let me, Tyler.”

He jerks a bit at the sound of his name off her tongue. He’s going to come from this and won’t that be embarrassing? He can last hours fucking her rough and brutal, but the second she holds him like he’s something fragile, he crashes headlong into his peak. 

She has never told him i love you, but sometimes she tries when they’re in moments like this. It’s on the tip of her tongue just as it is on his. They’re incapable of saying what they mean, especially to each other. They communicate through physical acts. 

Fucking or fighting or both. 

Usually, both.

“Alright,” he relents because he has never refused her. She wouldn’t leave if he asked. In fact, he’d have to forcibly manhandle her out of this hideout and she’d just clamber onto the roof or unlatch a window. “But you’ll listen to me,” he growls. “You’ll be safe.” 

“As houses,” she quips before he edges his teeth across her earlobe - the lovely line of her neck. It’s back to the races - the temptation of the finish line within reach. He eases himself out of her, leaving just the tip before he plunges right back in. 

“Oh,” she gasps. “Oh - Jesus, Ty.”

“Like that?” he coaxes. “Does that feel good?”

Her head falls back, her mouth parted around his name and damn he doesn’t know when the pace of this changed. When this sex became so fucking tender even if he’s still railing her on top of a dining room table. 

Because she showed her hand. Because she came to you when she thought you had died. Because she was so terrified at the idea of losing you that she tracked your ass down to the middle of fucking nowhere in frigid Eastern Europe.

He cradles her cheeks - eyes boring into hers as he takes her in powerful, deliberate strokes, rolling his hips as she lifts her pelvis - the head of his cock stabbing deep as she cries out. They’re good at this together just as they are good at being partners when they take down an enemy. It’s strategized and it’s a dance and it’s her guessing every move he’ll make and be right.

If he could fuck her open, he would. If he could brand her with his fingerprints, he would. If he could make her come again and again without a moment to breathe, he would. 

Their life has been unforgiving and all he wants is to please her, to save her, to make her his. 

“Tyler,” she begs into the hot press of his kiss. “Tyler.”

To him, it sounds like love.