#helvíti

[kominfyrirkattarnef]

Well, someone wouldn’t do well on tumblr

[diaryoftruequotes]

The hours are numerous and the clock seldom measures the time that passes inside us, the real lifetime, and because of this many days can fit into a few hours, and vice versa, and numbers of years can be an imprecise measure of a man's lifetime, he who dies at forty has perhaps actually lived much longer than he who dies at ninety.

Jón Kalman Stefánsson, Himnaríki og helvíti

[kynvillingur]

HELVÍTIS KANARNIR MAÐUR

[ao3feed-narlie]

Always on the run

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/FCrz4PV by writing_universe_of_an_unlabelled After world-famous lawyer Stéphane Fournier walked in on his 14-year old son Nick making out with his rugby mate, he makes a quick decision. Helvíti boarding school, the only way he could "save" his son. After growing up the first thirteen years of his life with his grandparents, Charlie came out. A big mistake because he never should have. Because they then send him to the Helvíti boarding school because they "couldn't have someone like that in the family." Now, Charlie just turned 15 and Nick's 16 and they've been friends from day one. That's when they decide to run away Words: 1033, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Heartstopper (TV), Heartstopper (Webcomic) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper) Relationships: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson/Charles "Charlie" Spring, Nicholas "Nick" Nelson & Stéphane Nelson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Alternate Universe - Boarding School, Coming Out, Falling In Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, I'm Bad At Tagging, Happy Ending, CW Conversion Therapy, Friends to Lovers, Running Away, Freedom read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/FCrz4PV

[hatari-translations]

Who was the lead singer at Iceland Airwaves that replaced Matthías?

Davíð Þór Katrínarson, also known as Svarti Laxness, the artist who previously collaborated with Hatari on Helvíti! I hear he was great.

[hjartasalt]

i wish i knew how to say hell yeah brother!!!!!!!!! in icelandic bc hell yeah brother!!!!!!!!

Helvíti já bróðir 😎

[octuscle]

Hi there

Do you have any cases from Reykjavik. Always wanted to go but never had the chance. Heard it’s awesome but expensive

I would have a small suitcase. Have fun with it!

When you open the case, it stinks of sweat. Cold, acid man sweat. In the suitcase are sports clothes. Soccer shoes, soccer jerseys. Sweat and cum encrusted jockstraps. Yeah! They are to your liking. You hold one of the jockstraps in front of your face and take a deep breath. Fuck, so horny! You have to jerk off. So quickly into the bathroom. You stand in front of the mirror, take another deep breath of the stench and start to work on your boner. Your little hairy cock grows in your hand. Clean-shaven and immaculate. You can't take your eyes off this monster. And notice how your claws become the hands of a piano player. Delicate. Manicured. Tattooed. Tattooed? The tattoos move up your arm. True works of art on well-trained arms. You can hardly stand it anymore. You're about to come.

Fuck! You have really messed up your bathroom. Your cum sticks everywhere. You take a towel and wipe the mirror. And look in your reflection. Water-blue eyes in which you want to sink. Af öllum álfum! Hvaða helvíti er það!

See to it that you have your hotel room in order by the time of the press conference. You don't want to read in the newspaper tomorrow that a professional Icelandic soccer player has jerked off in the bathroom of his suite.

[eemoo1o-animoo]

Baldroy: So, you’re telling us that you can speak almost every language?

Sebastian: Yes.

Baldroy: Alright, then. How’s about Spanish?

Sebastian: Mi nombre es Sebastián, y soy simplemente un gran mayordomo.

Baldroy: French?

Sebastian: Je m'appelle Sebastian, et je suis tout simplement un sacré majordome.

Baldroy: Italian!

Sebastian: Mi chiamo Sebastian e sono semplicemente un gran maggiordomo.

Baldroy: Japanese!

Sebastian: Watashinonamaeha Sebasuchan de, watashi wa shitsuji no jigokudesu!

Baldroy: Icelandic!

Sebastian: Ég heiti Sebastian og ég er einfaldlega helvítis þjónninn.

Baldroy: WHO THE FUCK SPEAKS ICELANDIC?!

Finnian: Um, Icelandians.

[a-bee-wizard]

so i somehow missed that hatari didn't die when matti left

new guy is the guy who raps on helvíti

i guess that's fine. helvíti is the odd one out on that album as it isn't about the evils of capitalism and/or bdsm.

it's also not really a character song like 14 ár or hlauptu. it's just about hell ~in general~

it's also a song about hell that doesn't really reference the divine comedy, which strikes me as odd. hatari is honestly pretty high brow usually (their society of the spectacle bit for example).

listening to him sing spillingardans on iceland airwaves 2023 is a mixed bag for me

i think he has potential, but afaik this was his first performance as "the general" character so i HOPE most of my issues will resolve naturally as he gets used to the role

my main issue is that he yells when he should scream. matti would make noises with his throat that sounded like he ate a cheese grater before going on stage, whereas new guy has the same cadance as someone yelling homophobic slurs at a soccer game

what i think is happening is that he is using the front part of his mouth instead of using his stomach/chest/diaphragm. (<- i don't sing but i do martial arts and have lots of experience screaming and hearing other people scream)

he also doesn't really feel like a general on stage. too jumpy. more like a schoolyard bully, due to the soccer game-type yelling?

this performance specifically reminded me of chain chomps in mario. wawawawawawawa.

again, i think most of this COULD be nerves

and like he is in fact NOT matti, and ultimately that WILL mean changes.

i'm excited to hear any new material written for new guy specifically, and hear him play to his strength. mattis strength was VERY specific, so its not weird or bad or anything that he isn't able to do it as well as he did

just please don't rap. i can't deal if hatari turns fucking rap metal i CANT

im also excited to see where he takes the character of the general. mattis general was always more of a charismatic cult leader than a high ranking military officer to me. with this new guy they could play into the more militaristic aspect maybe? that could be fun. really go to town on the military cosplay bdsm vibes, lmao.

i feel like i need to hear a proper song written for him and his vocals, recorded in a studio to really pass judgement.

but i don't immediatley hate it.

???

release an EP or something, a new song? PLEASE LADS. IM DYING.

[deltastorm101]

shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals <3

owo alright let's do this, i'll just do my ongoing yearly playlist creatively called january - december 2024 :D

helvíti - hatari, svarti laxness because i am so back in my hatari era, did you know svarti laxness was a pseudonym for their new lead screamer davið, they made this song with him years ago

ruoska - käärijä, erika vikman because käärijä is my MAN and i'm secretly hoping for a new song that goes back to his roots a bit? nevertheless this song slaps

bounce - THIRST because i went through a bit of a phonk phase at the beginning of the year

thousand pound butterfly - machine girl because of my recent neon white obsession

my barn my rules - MCR-T & horsegiirL because it goes hard

[b3gxcryz]

Oh you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me-

Who even brought you back? Also how?

And why?

vinsamlegast farðu bara aftur til helvítis og vertu þar..

Well, let’s just say I got a good deal from an…”old friend” of mine!~ Of course it came with a rather obvious price tag, but it’s nothing in the grand scheme of things really!~

Ich gehe auf keinen Fall dorthin zurück, Bausatz. <3

[helreginn]

Disclaimer: If there is no verse for your muse’s given story/tv show/world etc, don’t be afraid to ask me about making an au or verse backstory for it for Hel! I’m always up for finding a way to accommodate our muses

*~*~*~*~*~* Main Verse ERAS*~*~*~*~*~*

Járnviðr:

Youngest of all her siblings, Hel spends her days in the Iron Wood running amuck with her brothers. She follows quite literally in her mother’s footsteps, trying to emulate the chieftain. Her father tells her stories of the worlds she will one day know. It’s a quiet life but it’s safe and peaceful. In her woods, amidst the trees and wolves.

Asgard’s Rule:

Hel is older. Not by much, but enough that she understands. Her powers have emerged and they have the potential to be more volatile and destructive than any other gift given god. The Æsir, now fearing the power of Loki’s family, stole her away from her safe haven. The horror that slew Narfi was intended for her too. But death is not so willing to die. As a last ditch effort to see her banished, they threw her into the underworld. Left her there to rot. To hide the embarrassment of being unable to kill all of Loki’s children, much less a little girl, they backpedaled. Fast. Pretended this had been the plan all along. For Hel had been raised to lead by her mother. She would surely be able to breathe new life into a forgotten realm. This realm, forged anew, would bare her name.

Helvíti:

Both ancient and still a child, Hel is angry at Odin, the Æsir and the worlds. The people of Hel have come to know it as such, but what comes after is a matter of who you ask. They would say it is a home, but to it’s queen a prison. Despite acquiescently stepping into the role of queen and caretaker, Hel became more than a little unhinged. About to unravel at any given moment.

Hel:

Throughout the realms, Loki and Angrboda’s monstrous daughter has been deified. Her plight is still shaky. Her powers have grown beyond her control and more than ever, the things she’s seen are wearing at her mental stability. Slowly - but surely - she is coming into her own. Even death needs training wheels, afterall.

Helheimr:

There is a readiness in her, a quiet calm captured in the heart of one that is motionless but never still.  It’s clear now who and what she is.

Ascension:

It’s time now, for all things to rest and for death to return to the worlds. Her time is done and the sentence passed. Sickbed holds her like a mother cradling her child. Though some of her family still lives, Hel herself is nearly gone.

*~*~*~* Alternate Realities *~*~*~*

Níðhöggr:

As they did often to women, and even still in some places today, Hel was given as a wife to one of the Æsir. Following in her parents’ footsteps, she bore him a monster. Barely formed scales and glowing eyes clouded the begrudged parents’ first sights of their son. In a rage of disgust and misunderstanding, Níðhöggr’s father threw him into the depths of Náströnd and kept Hel from him for years. As much as she did not love her husband before, the goddess regarded him with utter contempt and always mourned the loss of her son after. That is, until she learnt how to bring about sickness. An outright sudden death was far too suspicious, but illness gave her plausible deniability. He was dead by the next high moon and Hel returned to find her son.. changed but her love for him was in no way diminished.

I am become death (“Evil” AU):

Having fully embraced her affinities and giving up every ounce of care she has, Hel becomes something of a darker parody of herself. They punished her for monstrous acts, so monstrous she became. She kills for sport, and not with her gifts. No, that would make it too fast, too easy. Everything the Æsir feared, she will bring to fruition.

Switch Blade Attitude (Human AU):

Hel has been born anew. A human, unaware of the life she once led. A gift from those that would see her suffering end - If only for a single lifetime. She lives in a decent sized house in the woods with her parents, Ganglati and Ganglot. In this life, Hel’s into rock and band Tees. Science is where she excels. Attempting to understand things at their very core had always been her way. In all her lives. She studies hard in school and has many opportunities available to her. But mostly, she just wants to find the thing she cannot place. The thing that is missing. Family. A different family. Her real family. The memory of them could not be carried into her mortal life, but her soul could not forget. Despite this, she leads a happy life. There is so much of the world for her to see and experience. She dances ballet and plays guitar and makes friends all the time. Her parents love her and will not be taken away. It’s not what she had in her true life, but it’s good. She is currently attending USC’s Keck School of Medicine in progress towards her PHD in Biomedical and Biological Sciences and Master of Science in Stem Cell Biology and Regenerative Medicine. Her name is Helena Smith.

What could’ve-should’ve-would’ve been:

Odin adores Loki. They may not be brothers by birth but they are by blood. When a prophecy threatens to shake this bond, Odin puts his trust into his brother, that he will not let his children become what has been seen. Hel and her kin remain in the Iron Wood. Allowed to grow up and grow old. Her powers take a different affect as a result of being nourished and loved as she was supposed to. She is not only acknowledged as goddess of death, but also life - as she had always been. Wherever she goes, the air breathes easier, the plants are greener and everything is brighter. Death is still hers to command, but it is not all that she is known for.  Without the trauma of the Underworld and the loss of her family, her childhood, she is happy. She is bright.

*~*~* Pop Culture Universes *~*~*

American Gods:

*spoilers ahoy* Mr. Wednesday and Mr. World; The gods -new and old- align themselves behind these two men. And Hel couldn’t care less. She is more than a god. She is the physical embodiment of death. And as such, she is completely indifferent to either side of the coming war. It doesn’t hurt that Hel owes allegiance to both. And neither. Afterall, both sides were the side of her father, so she sides with the middle and the two.  In her down time, she wanders. Roams the worlds above her own. Mostly she keeps to herself. But there are times she is more easily found: The passing hours of twilight. Days when the sun is stolen by clouds. She tried to escape the gloom of Hel only to find herself more comfortable there. When other preternatural beings see her, she is happy to treat them as if they were of her own Pantheon. All that belonged are scattered and shadows of what they had been. So she clings to anyone or anything resembling her own kind.  Her pseudonym for the new gods is Ms. Hallow.

Disney’s Descendants: 

Hel is the human daughter of Hades *ba dum tss*. Life on the isle hasn’t been particularly kind to her. The days are long and the company isn’t good. She never dreamed of a life beyond her misery. Was almost certain being rescued by her father (and thus taken to the underworld) would be worse. When King Ben mandated Mal, Evie, Jay and Carlos be sent to Auradon a new hope was born. That she too might one day escape the misery indirectly earned by her parentage. ((I wrote this like D1 MAYBE D2. I don’t know if I’d keep this plot anymore having seen D3 but I’m more than willing to revisit it if any Descendant rpers would ask. :)))

God of War:

It is a weird time for Hel. Death has and will always exist; Second only to life. But Hel, daughter of Loki and Angrboða.. May not. And there she is anyway. Before those that were meant to come first. Hel knows her time is borrowed. She may be an echo of a maybe, almost, not quite potential thread. But she's not about to let that stop her causing confusion and mayhem in the meantime. She is maybe her father's daughter, afterall. {{ALT FC BECAUSE WE DO NOT ERACE POC IN THIS HOUSE!!}}

History’s Vikings / The Last Kingdom:

It’s easy enough to pose as a princess in an age where records are not as readily available. Her clothes are cleaner, she stands (despite her small size) taller and is educated far better than most. The name Áfríðr has become her mask, something to lure unsuspecting men, women and children into a false sense of security about her. Few all question her story. And why would they? With a handmaiden and manservant that rarely leave her side, jewels aplenty and a hubris only gods and royals possessed, who would disbelieve her story? Hel isn’t always subtle, there are those that have sight and can see her for who she truly is. She doesn’t mind so much, enjoys playing with their heads. She might sit too close to a fire, drink too much, act reckless with weapons or speak of things she shouldn’t know. But it rarely comes to anything. Her presence distorts things, makes a sane man mistrust his own mind. Anyone who does acknowledge her true identity, is welcome to speak openly with her. But dare they tell another who she is, her home will receive another soul. Word cannot spread that she is where she is, for the gods do not like a wandering death.

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit/Tolkien:

Long before the first age, Hel lived peacefully in Valinor, among the Maiar and the Valar. Occasionally mingling with the Aratar. Namely Námo with whom she shared a duty. But.. not yet. Not until the age of men. Whereafter she was to take the dead and keep them in a place much more secret than the hall of Mandos. Manwë had told her that Eru in his wisdom believed that for the brevity of life to come, it was important for Hel to know them and experience their worlds a little more before she was ready to take them. Hel was never entirely convinced that was the reason she awoke so far ahead of her task but she was content growing into herself before she was tasked to look after others. As such, she had much time to wander and be merry. Befriending many of the Ainur. Her favourites among them were Nienna and Melian and Nessa - in no particular order. And she spent the bulk of her time between the hall of Mandos, the gardens of Lórien and the halls of Nienna. Much to several of the Aratar’s chagrin. When the elves awakened and Melian left for Middle Earth, Hel, having no true duty or home yet followed some time after. When Melian and Thingol became one with the trees, Hel did not worry and spent her time learning the ways of the elves and listening to the birdsong. Knowing her dear friend and -by this time- token of her affection, would return. And by the time she had, Hel had carved a place for herself, near to the door of night at the westernmost reaches of the world. By the time she found her friend once more they were both much changed. One a queen and protector and the other an unseen guide and keeper. She has a hall called Elvidnir back home and another much less grand and far more discreet in the forest of Neldoreth. It is hidden by a great magic. Only visible to those who are granted sight of it by Hel or Yavanna. It is where she stays when she visits her old friend in Doriath. When seen by others dwelling in the girdle of Melian, they might notice an unrequited affection there, between Hel and it’s guardian but it remains unspoken. Later, when all she knew in Doriath were gone, Hel befriends Annatar. Sauron, by another name. She knows he hides things but doesn’t mind. Much like Manwë, it is hard for Hel to see the evil in some people. And only time will tell if she chooses to follow his path of darkness when the time comes. For now she is happy just being old and secretive, watching the descendants of her loved ones thrive and bloom.

Marvel:

Hel - named ironically from the same source as her disinherited aunt Hela - is the daughter of Loki. She was something of a secret. Her adoptive grandparents Frigga and Odin knew of her but after a falling out with Odin nobody had seen her in some years. Weirdly enough it is Heimdall who keeps best track of Hel. He knows that she is still around, wandering in the shadows. ((This is a mini verse. And I would prefer if our threads were in any other verse if possible. Marvel is not kind to the rich stories of Norse legend at all {But so many of my favourite rpers are Marvel only so.. Needs must}))

Once Upon a Time:

Hel was born as Helena Harris, the daughter of a Knight in the Kingdom of Arendelle. Her father wanted her to know how to protect herself, so she’s handy with a sword. She was visiting a cousin in Misthaven when the first dark curse was enacted. In StoryBrooke, she was given a new life as Loretta Ealdwode; a full time nurse. When the curse broke, she continued to practice medicine, becoming a figure of safety to the patients under her care during so much chaos. The spell showed her that she was very good at being a carer. To the point she wanted a child. Which was not a hard people to come by, given all the kids left behind in the curse without parents. She fosters three, Liza and Charlie Dorwell and Tallulah Smith. She spends most of her spare time at Gran’s, helping her kids with their homework and keeping out of all this good/evil nonsense. When StoryBrooke became null and the fairytale characters returned to their world, she went home and did not get caught in the second curse. (that she can remember)

The Almighty Johnsons:

In the absence of Eva, Hel returned once more to the cosmic abyss in wait for the next potential god or goddess vessel to come of age. Idunn came first, as they knew she would and then Gefjun, Nótt and Sunna before it was Hel’s time to return to the mortal world. Charlotte Weiss. 21 and mostly alone. Her ceremony was most like Snotra’s. There was no Oracle to explain who she now was, no family or friends to support her in a change that she didn’t understand. There was only Hel. It took exactly 39 days for Charlotte to remember Eva. 39 days for Hel to show her. Hel’s life had been difficult enough before they sailed away, she would not allow her chance at humanity die again. It was not hard to track down the Johnsons and the other gods. No, the hard part was getting them to give her a chance. Ingrid was the first to welcome her with a smile. The rest, she is still trying to wear down.

The Mortal Instruments / Shadowhunters / The Infernal Devices:

Hel is a thousand year old Warlock. Her magic is a vivid purple and her mark is a pair of feathered wings. They are a pale grey, and small - serving her no purpose as they’re too small even to fly with. At one point (the one she refers to as her very lowest), she tried to carve the wings from her back. Thankfully, she was talked down by a kindly old woman who mistook her for an angel. She still bares a scar at the base of her shoulders. In the twenty first century, and given the evolution of Warlock culture, Hel grew more confident in her unique mark. Sometimes she dyes the tips of her wings different colours. Much like Magnus, she is cheeky and sarcastic but loyal to the bitter end. She happily follows Magnus’ rule as High Warlock of Brooklyn. Ruling isn’t something she’d willingly choose anyway. When needed, she fights well and to the bloody end.

The Vampire Diaries / Originals: 

As an unseen force behind many of the mystical tribulations faced by quasi mythic beings, Hel was there for most of it. When Qetsiyah created immortality, it was Hel that gave her blessing. Washed her hands of Amara and Silas’ fate. When Esther birthed a race of undying creatures, she was there. Listening. She is the unsung voice of others. To whom a witch calls when nature’s laws are being broken.  It’s only too easy to mistake her for a Vampire. Hel bears all the given traits; Stories of an age long past, inhuman abilities, immortality and the like. But there are no blackened veins beneath her ivory flesh. No fangs that fall from her mouth at the scent of blood. There is only the visage of a young woman, small and lovely. If not a human, the most reasonable thing to call her is a witch.

Supernatural:

The timeline’s a little hazy. Was Hel born before or after Gabriel pretended to be Loki? They both know but neither will say. As far as all are concerned she is his daughter and he is her father. The fact she is a Norse Goddess and in possesion of the same sliver of death as the pale horseman himself is really neither here nor there. She might not be the most welcoming to the other angels but she won’t hesitate to help them either. For her maybe father…

[robsth0r]

Food Fight (Loki x Reader)

A/N: I have been thinking about writing this for a long time but haven’t had the time to do it but i finally got to finish it!!

Warning: Nudity (non sexual), a little kising but mostly fluff.

Word count: 1728

I open my eyes rolling over looking at the red glowing numbers. 01:55. I groan but get up as I can feel that I aren’t gonna be able to sleep any time soon. My warm feet hit the cold floor of my bedroom as I silently walk to my door. The door handle feels cold against my warm hands as I creak the door open soundlessly. I walk out of my room into the hallway closing the door behind me. My stomach growls eagerly and I sigh. Well, food it is.

I walk to the kitchen opening the fridge to see if there’s anything easy and soundless to make. Well there’s leftover pizza- oh anyways it’s Nat’s pizza, and I am not gonna make the mistake of eating it again. I looked over the food quickly, deciding nothing special was there moving on the cabins. 

Before I get a grip on the handle of the cabin a couple cool hands rest on my waist. I smile to myself as I feel the familiar warm feeling in my stomach.

“Darling, what are you doing up this late?” Loki’s voice is a little raspy but no less soothing. I turn around to face Loki looking up at him as I am standing very close to him. In the dark I am only able to see his silhouette but his presence seems to make my whole body relax even more.

“Couldn’t sleep. Decided to go see if there was any food.” I say, my voice only slightly above a whisper. I relax into Loki placing my head on his chest, sighing. His hands go from my waist and over my shoulders, hugging me.

“You remember the brownie ingredients we bought with Peter earlier this week? How about we bake that?” He mumbles into my soft hair, and pulls away from the hug, letting his hands slide down to my waist again. I smile up at him at the thought of newly baked brownies. 

“Yes! I would love to.” I say slightly more energetic than last time I spoke. Brownies would make anybody less tired. Loki chuckles slightly at my outburst but proceeds to find the ingredients. Meanwhile I get two bowls and find the recipe we found on google the other day.

“Okay so this recipe says we should start with mixing the wet and dry ingredients in two different bowls,” I say gesturing to the two bowls I have just placed on the table, “I’ll take the dry and you’ll take the wet?” Loki nods, moving over to the larger bowl.

I pour sugar, flour, cocoa powder, powdered sugar, chocolate chips, and a little bit of salt. I mix the dry ingredients and Loki comes over and I take my bowl, pouring the dry ingredients into his bowl with wet ingredients.

As I am mixing in the ingredients together a big cloud of flour comes over me. I shriek at the sudden flour explosion. Loki bursts out laughing and I turn to see him standing with the flourbag in his hands and flour all over his right hand. I open my mouth in offense and put my hand on my chest as if I were taken aback, but before I get to say anything Loki digs his fingers into the flour once more, splattering it on me again.

That is the last straw for me and I pick up the cocoa powder and throw a hand full onto Loki. His face lights up in surprise at my suddenness and he flinches covering his face with his hands spilling loads of flour on the ground. At that we both start laughing hysterically. 

We both take handfuls of flour and cocoa powder getting ready to fire at the other. Right before he throws the flour at me I go to hide behind the counter making him miss me. I hear a muffled “Helvíti!” making me giggle. When Loki rounds the corner of the island counter I throw a surprise shot at him making him shriek before throwing loads of flour at me who is on the ground laughing.

“I give up! I give up!” I yell through my giggles making Loki stop the throwing, squatting down to me sitting lightly on top of my stomach. He wipes my mouth for flour and leans down, kissing me lightly. I relax at the touch of his lips and my hands land in his hair, combing it as our kiss deepens. When our lips part we both catch our breath and I feel a smile creep onto my lips.

“We should finish the brownies.” Loki says sitting down next to me. I sit up slowly with a sigh. 

“Yeah, we should.” I just answer. Loki gets up on his feet stretching his hands for me to take. I get up and we both go over to the brownie dough. I find a big pan for the dough while Loki turns on the oven to make it ready. The dough gets into the pan and we set it into the oven.

After I set a timer for the brownies, Loki and I just look at each other. Our hair is messy with both flour and cocoa powder in it and our clothes are covered in the ingredients as well. I giggle a little walking over to Loki wrapping my arms around his waist.

“Should we take a bath? I don’t think I can go a minute more with cocoa powder in my hair.” Loki says with a smile looking down at me. Not looking back I nod and he pulls back and takes my hand in his.

We walk down the hallway till we reach Loki’s room. As we enter the familiar scent comes over me and I take a deep breath relaxing. Loki leads me to the bathroom, closing the door behind us when we walk in. We get the water running and we both get undressed ready for the bath. 

“You first, my love.” Loki says gesturing to the big bathtub. I get into the hot water exhaling at the touch of the water. Loki folds the dirty clothes together, putting it into his laundry basket before getting into the tub with me. After getting all the way into the tub he starts moving over to me sitting himself behind me hugging my naked body. I lean into him feeling more relaxed than ever with Loki planting soft kisses on my jaw and neck. The butterflies in my stomach are going wild as I turn my head kissing Loki’s soft, perfect lips once again. God I’m lucky to have this magnificent person as my lover. 

We sit like that with Loki holding me for a little while till we remember we have to be quick with the brownies being in the oven and all. It seems we both remembered at the same time because just a moment later Loki stretched his arm over the edge of the tub grabbing the shampoo.

“May I have the honor of washing your hair?” Loki asks teasingly, making us both laugh a little. I nod eagerly, wanting nothing more than getting all the flour out of my hair. He starts massaging my scalp getting the shampoo into my hair. After that he washes it out, making sure there is no trace of flour left in my hair. We switch and I wash his hair.

We get out of the tub not long after Loki grabs two towels, throwing one at me which I catch easily. We get dry and it then hits me that I don’t have any of my own clothes with me. 

Loki seems to catch up with my thought process letting out a small “Ahh!” before disappearing out of the bathroom, while I take on my underwear. He returns with a handful of clothes, throwing them on the closed toilet seat. He hands me one of the many Thor t-shirts Thor has given him after he came to Earth to live here. I let out a little giggle at the memories of Thor’s puppy-like body language everytime he sees his beloved hammer on a shirt and how he will always scream “See! Y/n! There, Mjölnir on a shirt!” everytime.

We take on our matching pajama pants and I take on the Thor t-shirt, while Loki takes on a t-shirt with his helmet on, or well the t-shirt I gave him a few months back before we even started dating. My phone starts beeping from Loki’s room and I look up at Loki with a grin knowing the delicious snacks are ready at this very moment. I jump out of the bathroom excitedly earning a laugh from Loki.

We walk out of his room and back to the Kitchen which smells purely of brownies. I run over to the oven like any other child would have done looking through the glass “window” of the oven. They look done.

Loki has taken the pot holders on ready to take the brownies out. I open the oven for him, letting him take the pan out. He sets it on the counter next to the stove and I get a knife ready to cut it in pieces. I cut the brownies and I take up a piece for Loki, handing it to him.

“Here you go, my love.” I say as he takes it. I take a piece for myself as well and we both take a bite and as always it is amazing. Never disappoint. We eat a couple pieces more each when I suddenly feel a wave of tiredness come over me. Loki notices my change in body language and starts cleaning up after we have eaten and puts the brownies into the fridge of course remembering to leave a note close to it so there will be something when we wake up. The Avengers are brutal when it comes to food.

Loki comes over picking up my half asleep form from the chair I have sat myself on while he was packing down the brownies. He lifts me to his room laying me on his bed putting the covers over me and lays down next to me.

“I love you Y/n.” Loki whispers, kissing my forehead, making me snuggle into him even more. Like that we both fall asleep in each other's arms.

[lubotomies]

eddsworld icelandic dub

þannig þetta er helvíti? hvílík sjón!

hvað myndi ég þurfa vini fyrir þegar ég á þessu að halda?

ekki andlitið! 

ekki vera svona kjánalegur, svoleiðis gerist bara í kvikmyndum.

yey! ég er vinsæll!

já, þett’er ég... heyrðu... ég-ég verð líklegast ekki hérna mikið lengur þannig mér fannst ég ætti að heyra í þér. já, akkúrat. já, með auka ansjósum, takk.

ég hata þig, þú hentir mjólkinni minni! mjólkin var útrunnin! ÞÚ ert útrunnin! hvernig dirfistu! veistu hvað? til fjandans með þetta!

ég legg til að við hendum Tomma í það. hljómar vel fyrir mér. eða þá, við gætum ýtt á þennan stóra, rauða takka sem er klárlega merktur ‘ef um er að ræða uppvakningafaraldur, ýttu á þennan takka til að opna hliðið til þess að frelsa alla/eða rauðhærða borgara sem eru fastir hér inni’ ...hendum Tomma! ég hata ykkur öll svo mikið.

en ég hélt að við... ég hélt að við værum vinir?

ekki vera kjánalegur, bara Tommi getur vaxað skegg. ég á við sjúkdóm að glíma!

geimkettirnir munu drepa okkur öll! drepa okkur öll? DREPA OKKUR ÖLL! DREPOKUÖLL?

þú tókst þátt í paintball leik notandi ALVÖRU byssur!

og ÞÚ ást þessa böku!  nei, ég gerði það ekki! jú, þú gerðir það víst. ég gerði það ekki! jú víst. nei ég át þessa böku ekki! sjáðu til, þú heldur á henni... þarna... ó. ó þú ert góður.

af hverju?! af því að ég er vinur þinn, rassgatið þitt! að auki er ég með neyðarkókið. Múhaha!

hvað í nafni þessarar gómsætu skál af Eddsworld morgunkorni varð fyrir bassa minn?!

jæja... þá er kominn tími á því að ég fari. við gleymum þér aldrei, Tord! þér né minningareyðandibyssunni þinni... ah, svo margar minningar! ...ég trúi ekki að Tord sé að fara... já, Edd, ég þarf að fylgja draumnum mínum og búa mér nafn í stóruborginni. hljómar vel fyrir mér! ... hver... er ég...?

[hatari-translations]

Bubbi Morthens - Beðurinn (The Bed) - transcript/translation

Dusting off another old request! This one features Bubbi tackling global warming.

Icelandic transcript

Leiðtogar jarðar loforð sviku gefin Hvísla, "Gerum ekkert meðan lifir efinn" Þeir vita að lygin er banvænn leikur Ljósið sem sest er eldrauður reykur

Við erum öll fram af brúninni að renna Undir draumnum er beðurinn að brenna

Hafið það súrnar og sólin hún grætur Svíður hagann og brennir rætur Þú mátt gapa en græðgin er verst "Gera ekkert of mikið, þú veist það manna best"

Ekki lengur spurning einhverju að nenna Undir draumnum er beðurinn að brenna

Á Netinu siglandi í sjokki horfum á Segjandi elskan, komdu, þú verður að sjá Leiðtogar þjóðar fastir frösum í meðan fólkið planleggur til helvítis frí

Við öngu björgum með blaði og penna meðan beðurinn okkar allra er að brenna

Enginn afsökun, verkin verða að tala viljir þú börn þín fái sín börn upp að ala í veruleika mínus hamfarir og dauða Þar sem skógurinn var er aðeins jörðin auða

Og þú sérð ekki sólina glaða sig glenna Hulin er reyk meðan beðurinn er að brenna

Teningnum kastað, tíminn er á þrotum Þurfum ekki loforð gefin í einkaþotum Milljónir á vergangi, maðurinn er ey Dylan sagði syntu, annar sekkurðu sem steinn

Og við vitum öll hverju er um að kenna Undir beði okkar allra er jörðin að brenna

English translation

The leaders of Earth betrayed promises made Whispering, "Let's do nothing so long as doubt remains" They know that lying is a deadly game The setting light is a scarlet smoke

We're all slipping off the cliff Beneath the dream, the bed is burning

The ocean sours and the sun cries Singes the fields and burns roots You can gape but the greed is worst "Don't do too much, you know better than anyone"

No longer a question of if you can be bothered Beneath the dream, the bed is burning

Surfing the internet, we look on in shock Saying, honey, look, you have to see The leaders of nations repeating phrases while the people plan their vacation to Hell

We won't save anything with paper and pen while all of our bed is burning

No excuse, we need to see action If you want your kids to get to raise their kids in a world with less disaster and death Where there used to be forest, there's only barren ground

And you won't see the sun happily beaming It's shrouded in smoke while the bed is burning

The die is cast, our time is up We don't need promises made in private jets Millions of refugees, Man is an island Dylan said to swim, or you'll sink like a stone

And we all know what's to blame Beneath all of our bed, the Earth is burning

Translation notes

Bubbi refers to sailing the Internet, which is not a usual metaphor I've heard, but English of course already has the concept of "surfing" the Internet.

The quotes around "Don't do too much, you know better than anyone" are just my guess that it's meant to be what the greedy are saying to each other, based on how I'm interpreting it - there's nothing else indicating that it's a quote, so I could be off.

[hjartasalt]

Klappið má fokka sér allt kúl fólk hatar Klappið. Ég byrjaði að fá "Skráðu inn pin númerið þitt" í hvert skipti sem ég reyndi að fara inn í það þó svo að. Ég hafi aldrei skráð neitt pin númer. Ég þurfti að henda út appinu og downloada því aftur til að geta skráð mig inn með símanúmerinu mínu. Og þegar ég reyndi að slökkva á því að nota pin númer við innskráningu, viltu vita hvað þetta app gerði? Bað mig um pin númer. Sem ég. Hafði aldrei skráð. Það sama gerðist ef ég reyndi að "breyta" pin númerinu mínu. Ég var farin að henda út og downloada þessu appi tvisvar á dag. Klappið er afsprengi Satans.

ÉG FOKKING HATA KLAPP APPIÐ!!! Ég var alveg með pin sem ég stillti sjálfur og það var alveg nógu óþolandi núþegar að þurfa að stimpla inn pinnið í hvert skipti sem ég vildi tékka á strætó en svo laggaði appið svo djöfulsins mikið að ég þurfti alltaf að setja inn tvisvar hvert og hvaðan ég ætlaði að fara en síðan skitu þau algjörlega upp á bak fyrir svona circa tveimur dögum þegar ég ætlaði að skrá mig inn með pininu og helvítis fokking appið sagði að ég væri með rangt pin ég hata klapp!! Að minnsta kosti þarf ég aldrei að skrá mig inn til að nota hjólið mitt