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Bright Star (2009)

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                                           ❀     HIATUS ANNOUNCEMENT     ❀

hello lovelies ♥

so, one reason i haven’t been super active is that i honestly lost a ton of muse when i switched face claims. another is that i’ve been relatively uninspired when it comes to writing in general. i’m not sure if it’ll come back. and, even if it does, i don’t know if i’ll come back here. 

i have the absolute best writing partners in the world and i treasure you all. but this website and the community constantly bring me down. a lot of it is pressure and judgements that i put on myself, and i’m working on getting better with that ( in all aspects of my life really  ---  yay for therapy ). but we all know how toxic this place can be. and right now, i need a little less of that.

so as of now, i’m extending this break indefinitely.

as for my main partners, i’m happy to write with you all still ( once i get some muse back ) but just not here. most of you already have my discord, but if you don’t, feel free to ask me for it. 

you are all wonderful & beautiful souls. thank you for writing with my all these years. i’m truly lucky to have been able to meet so many amazing friends here and i wish you all the best. 

with love,

robin ♥

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Loki, ready and willing to be king of Asgard. Sigyn, realizing that means she has to be queen:

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HEL ( sinnhelmingr​ )

          Reaching out her hands to the infant, Hel can’t keep the smile from her face. Despite the early hour and Sigyn’s languor, the boys are wonderfully active, alive in a way she has not seen in some time. Her brother is tiny, and warm, and oh so squishy, the children so different from those she grew up with. Resemblances remain, however, as she watches the other press on after the stumble. Their father’s determination shines through, though she still sees so much of Sigyn in the pair. “Here’s hoping he doesn’t try to take a bite. He might find the chicken is more likely to return fire than a shoe.”

         Váli climbs into his sister’s embrace. Little hands clinging to her arms, to the cloth of her shirt. Then he reaches for her hair. Small, unsteady fingers tugging not yet too hard on the dark locks. 

         ❝ Well if that happens, he’ll learn not to do it again. ❞ Sigyn replies easily, however her gaze drifts to the chicken, following the creature closely in case she has to jump in and protect her child from it’s assault. Luckily, they’re patient enough with the boys and have yet to need to defend themselves. ❝ Careful, he’s stronger than he looks. ❞ She adds, noting the grip Váli has on his sister’s hair.

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LOKI ( loptgangandi )​

It is not their first kiss, no. But to Loki, it feels brand new. He had given himself over to Sigyn in every way he knew how, but the one crucial part shrouded in secrecy had held him back. Now, all reservations are gone ;  she knows his name and his title, knows that he loves her. And he kisses her – something he thought he would never be allowed to do again – and he takes her near-hesitant delicacy and deepens it, pouring out his entire heart in the gesture. His adoration, his fear. His relief from the burden of secrecy and his boundless joy to be here, in this moment, with the first person he has ever wanted to walk with into the future.

When they finally stop for breath, he settles his forehead against hers in a silent request not to draw away from him.

             ❝ I didn’t think I would ever … ❞  he begins, and then catches himself – or perhaps the words catch in his throat, and he must take a moment to swallow them back and divert his thoughts from the direction they were headed. It would do no good, anyway ;  they are here now, together once more, and there is little to be gained in dwelling on those terrible possibilities he had been entertaining for the last few weeks.

He closes his eyes and smiles, sighs, and sits back slightly to recompose himself. One hand remains by Sigyn’s ear, idly cradling one of the flowers that had bloomed in her hair. And when he opens his eyes again, he is still smiling softly.

             ❝ … No. Doesn’t matter. This is what’s real, and I will not take it for granted again. ❞

          She does not pull away, nor does she have the desire to. Her smile is wide and bright, cheeks pink with fresh blush. The petals that his fingers brush seem to brighten with his touch, and more continuously sprout, and will surely do so until her hair is nothing but flowers.

         ❝ Yes, ❞  she agrees softly.  ❝ I could not stand to be apart from you again. ❞  She can feel them; those three delicate, dangerous words on the top of her tongue. The urge to speak them growing worse with each touch, each whisper. This is what’s real. However dreamlike the night may seem, it is real — they are here, together. And she wants nothing else, nothing other than him and his love.

         Laughter erupts from the opposite side of the patio, briefly drawing her attention back to the party.  ❝ Loki, ❞  there’s hesitation,  ❝ Can we — well, unless you need more time out here. I would like to dance with you. Again. ❞  She laughs quietly, remembering how terrified he looked when she had approached him earlier.  ❝ I promise you will have more fun this time. ❞  A promise she intends to keep. Tonight, tomorrow — however long he will have her.

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ATHELSTAN ( apostatan )​

                 IT  IS     getting   dark   and   the   north   is   dangerous   on   its   own   merits   in   winter   ,   but   at   night   ,   when   the   cold   and   the   animals   roam   free   ,   it’s   akin   to   suicide   to   be   out   without   a   shelter   .   or   the   least   a   campfire   .   he   had   thought   he   could   make   it   back   to   kattegat   in   time   ,   had   thought   he   had   budgeted   for   his   time   .   but   he   hadn’t   accounted   for   the   sudden   heavy   snow   that   had   swept   through   ,   leaving   the   ground   powdery   and   and   difficult   to   traverse   .   he   was   starting   to   get   properly   concerned   for   himself   when   he   saw   the   glow   of   a   fire   in   the   treeline   and   made   his   way   toward   it   ,   hoping   whoever   it   was   had   a   hospitable   soul   .   what   he   had   not   expected   ,   though   ,   was   a   beautiful   woman   sitting   alone   .   a   small   frown   creases   his   brows   as   he   takes   in   the   sight   ,   steps   slowing   to   look   around    .   no   ,   no   one   else   that   he   can   see   .   he   lowers   himself   to   the   fire’s   edge   across   from   her   ,   setting   the   kill   he’s   made   beside   him   ,   head   tilting   as   he   looks   at   her   . 

                ❝    you’re   alone   .    ❞   it’s   not   quite   a   question   ,   but   it   isn’t   quite   a   statement   either   .   ❝    are   you   sure   that’s   safe   ?    ❞   his   own   words   hold   no   ill - will   ,   no   threat   ,   only   a   gently   worried   curiosity   .   all   the   same   ,   he   reaches   his   frigid   hands   to   the   fire’s   warmth   .      

          She does not pry or push,  simply allows the stranger to decide on his own whether or not she can be trusted. And as her invitation is accepted, she quiet adds a few more sticks to the fire. They would burn quickly, however there is plenty of kindling around them.  

        ❝ You needn’t worry. ❞  She reassures gently, his concern for her is touching, to say the least. He is a kind man, not one that would see her harmed  --  that much is obvious.  ❝ I am never truly alone. ❞  Never a truer statement, as her wily companion keeps an eye on her. Even when he is hiding among the trees; she catches the big, ambiguine eyes of a fox as it passes and smiles before turning to her visitor.  ❝ And if I was, I do not mind the solitude. ❞ She leans back, settling comfortable as she extends her feet toward the flames; warming her frigid toes.  ❝ You are alone as well.  Are you sure that’s safe? ❞  

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taking a wee break my lovelies. i promise it won’t be too long 💕

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🌻🌼🌷🌸🏵️🌹🌺💐🍀

Some flowers for anyone not feeling their best today

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THOR ( gildedruins​ )

“ do you want to try? ” it’s so rare that those past their childhood have any interest in mjolnir ; it’s an impractical weapon,  for those who don’t possess thor’s command over thunder & lightning. “ you might like it! ” 

❝ i might. ❞ she grins, ❝ after all i am no stranger to wielding a hammer, thor. ❞ though the sheer size of mjolnir may prove her ambitions too great. far different from those used in her father’s forge. ❝ if you think you could part with it for a bit, that is. ❞ 

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THOR ( gildedruins​ )

“ i’m a good teacher.  you’re lucky to have me,  really. i’m very in demand. ”  it’s true,  but mostly by the horde of small children that find him on the training grounds,  begging to spar with the mighty thor. “ you’re just going to have to trust me on this one. ”

❝ i believe it. ❞  she laughs, though it’s an honest answer. his skills for battle are well known, and it would not surprise her to learn that there are others who would seek out his teachings. ❝ while we’re at it, maybe you could teach me how to use that hammer, as well. ❞ 

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“You are not a young God You are an old God, with wrought-iron bones and teeth gnashing You are an ancient deity And you refuse to be forgotten.”

— C.E.F., “You are not a young God” (via c-e-faustus)

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@sagnaevi​ ( Loke ) sent:  "Slap me, Sigyn." /loke

She considers the request, though she has no real reason to slap him; he hasn’t angered her at all. The opposite, really. However, he is asking for it. Literally. And  ---  being the dutiful wife she is, she should oblige him, shouldn't she? 

It’s quick, but strong. If the lingering, bright red hand print on his cheek is any indication. She smiles up at him, batting her eyelashes as if to convey her announce. ❝ Better? ❞ 

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               Nine worlds I knew, the nine in the tree,                                                       with MIGHTY roots beneath the mold.

independent norse mythology MULTI MUSE. including; Frigg, Týr, Jörð, Narfi & Vali private && selective. mythology/asatru && headcanon based. multi verse && ship. marvel friendly. loved by robin (c)

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