#lofn's blessing

[dark-and-kawaii]

⋆｡˚⟡⋆ In His Arms So In Love ⋆⟡˚｡⋆

As he held her against him, their bodies moving as one, he couldn't help but marvel at how well she took him each time. How his cock fit her perfectly, like the gods had crafted them both with the intention of them joining like this.

⋆˙𝜗𝜚 — Pairing: Zevlor x OFC

⋆˙𝜗𝜚 — Content: NSFW - Romance - Tender Love - Nipple Play - Lactation - Creampie - Tender Loving Zevlor - Comfort - True Love - This Is So Soft And Wholesome - Big Dick Zevlor - Stretched Nicely - He Knows How To Fill A Hole With All That Cum ♡

⋆˙𝜗𝜚 — Artist Credit For The Image @cinnasalmon ♡ ♡ ♡

He was enjoying her, the way she felt pressed up against his chest as she kept his lap warm with that pretty little ass of hers. The way she ground her hips into him, her slick folds dragging painfully slow against his length. His pre-cum and her nectar mingling together, painting her in his scent, and hers on him.

The way her breath was ragged and uneven in his ear while she called out to him, “C-commander~♡”

He liked the way her fingers felt, buried deep in his hair, holding him so close to her… As if she was afraid he would suddenly vanish...

Not a chance in the nine hells.

Not once has he strayed from her side since the events in Baldurs Gate, he swore to himself a new oath that he’d always be near. Even in moments when dread gripped his aged heart, fearing his end was near… Zevlor believed fervently that even in death, he would find a way to continue guarding her- to never be far and leave her alone.

Zevlor had her and he was going to keep her, no matter what…

Lofn was so petite in his arms, so delicate, that he was certain if he squeezed her just a little too hard he could break her. The way her body trembled under his fingertips as they roamed her soft skin, one squeezed her thigh tightly, keeping her spread nicely on his lap. His other hand had settled on her chest, where he massaged her breast softly and tugged on her perked nipple every so often.

Zevlor’s ears twitched as the sounds she made, his eyes locking on her flushed face. He saw how her mouth went slack, drool trickling down her chin, as she let out the sweetest of mewls, “N’Z-evlor~ ha~ ♡ I-I- aaahh~ nn~”

When he pinched and rolled her sensitive nipple between his thumb and index finger, tugging it away from her gently, he watched as the smallest dribble of milk spilled forth from her chest. As it slid down her chest, the milky white substance sticking to her smooth skin, he was almost tempted to lean down and taste it, to run his tongue over the trail it left and lick her clean.

Those infernal eyes found hers once more- their gazes meeting as she nodded weakly, “P-please~ I want you to~”

How could he deny her?

Zevlor leaned forward and flicked his tongue against the perky bud, a groan leaving his mouth as the taste of her milk graced his tongue. It was like the finest ambrosia he had ever tasted. With a low growl, he latched his mouth onto her breast, sucking and lapping at the milk that came forth.

As he did, he could feel Lofn tighten her grip in his hair, pushing him into her further, her body shuddering as his warm, wet muscle danced around her nipple.

All while she kept grinding herself on him, her body moving slowly and her movements shaky. Her walls were soaked, her arousal sticking to his fat cock, and each time her folds slid over his tip, she had to stop herself from sinking down onto him. Each time his cock grazed her clit, her brow furrowed and her eyelids fluttered closed. Zevlor heard her moans become louder and more frequent as she became impatient, eager to take him in. He could feel the wetness of her pussy grow, the fluids coating his cock and dripping onto his thighs…

… Zevlor’s long lashes flutter as his eyes drift up to the woman in his arms, and his mind races- his heart skipping a beat.

Gods above, she was the most gorgeous woman- the most beautiful soul- he had ever laid eyes upon. It nearly brings him to tears thinking about how blessed he is to have her- how lucky he is that the Gods allowed him to have her.

Even though he was older- had lived for many years and had been through so much turmoil- she made him feel young. He felt as though he were a young man again, who was experiencing all these sensations and emotions for the first time…

Life had never been easy for him due to his infernal heritage, society branded him as a hellspawn, unworthy of affection, a creature that should be chained and locked away. But to her, he was not some hellspawn, but rather a protector, a handsome man who deserved everything and more, the only man worthy of her heart. His horns, often seen as marks left by a devil, were to her but a beautiful crown that rested upon his head...

Lofn’s love for him made him feel worthy.

And Zevlor- a man who had lived so long without affection, a man who had resigned himself to the fact that he was never meant to know love… Was in awe when Lofn confessed her feelings to him back at the grove… A part of him had felt bad, thinking she deserved a much younger man, one of noble blood like she. But, then she’d express how no other man could ever live up to him, how no other man would ever compare or make her feel whole as he did…

A small, quiet whimper catches his attention- bringing him back from his thoughts. And he sees how her lower lip quivers as she struggles to get the words out, “mn’Z-Zevlor, please- I- I need you my love~” Lofn was having trouble keeping her words coherent, her fingers and thighs trembling.

That look in her eyes, those ethereal silver-azure irises that seemed to glow in the dimly lit room, was pleading, desperate, and oh so needy. His hands settle on her hip and somewhat swollen stomach, his thumb rubbing circles into her skin as his mouth left her nipple, a quiet pop being heard as her breast bounced from the sudden release.

With a deep rumble in his chest, Zevlor leaned back, the hand on her stomach coming up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, and he whispered teasingly knowing it’s what she enjoyed, “Speak clearly my darling, or do you need me to move inside you to get your voice to work again?”

Lofn was quick to answer him, her tone wavering, her eyes watery, “Y-yes~ please! I-I need you inside of me, need you to make me yours- again~ I want to be full of you- mmnnn~ I-I need you, Zev- Commander~”

His breath hitches, and Zevlor swallows thickly as her words- as she calls him by his title goes straight to his groin, his cock twitching and pulsating beneath her. It took everything in him not to throw her on the bed and fuck her into the next age… He had to control himself, Lofn was pregnant after all and the last thing he wanted was to cause harm to their unborn child.

With his hands still on her, he guided her onto his cock, their duet of moans harmonized as his thick head parted her silky lips and entered her tight warmth- stretching her deliciously. Lofn arched her back while he continued to help her down his cock, “Ahha~ Zevlor! ♡ it-it’s s’good~ so good, you f-feel- AH~!”

She could feel each ridge- each bump, as his cock was forced deeper into her, massaging her plush walls so perfectly. She could feel his girthy member stretch apart her velvety insides, making room for himself within her, and her body shook, her walls clenching and spasming as his cock rubbed against her most sensitive areas.

The sensation of her clenching around his cock made his head spin. And as he reached her deepest point, the base of his cock resting snugly against her dripping cunt, his tip kissing her womb, Zevlor let out a deep groan, “By the Gods Lofn, you-“ he couldn't help but moan, his breath shaky as he spoke, “-I- I love you, my dear heart- my light-“

“Zevlor~ I-I- love y-you too~ ha~ s’much, Z-Zev~ ♡ so m-much~ i don’t think I could make it with-without you here~ ♡ haaa~ m-my love, my protector, my Commander~ a-aahh~ ♡ n-now, p-please- m-make love to me- make me cum- make me yours, a-again~ ♡ and again, my heart.”

He could refuse her nothing.

His large hands gripped her hips, and he guided her slowly along his cock. Lofn could feel his tip rubbing her cervix, the pressure pushing her over the edge- her moans loud, echoing throughout their shared chamber, her head thrown back in pleasure as her eyes fluttered shut.

But Zevlor- oh, his eyes stayed locked on her, watching the way she looked as she was filled by him. Her scent- her sweet smell was intoxicating, always making his mouth water and his throat go dry. She was of noble blood, a princess- heir to the Thay throne… A formidable woman who soared through the skies on the back of a dragon, closer to the gods than most. Commanding and powerful, she exuded strength. Yet in these quiet moments alone, she was nothing more than a puddle of vulnerability in his lap, a mess of a woman- a beautiful and fragile doll that fit him like a missing puzzle piece.

Their every touch was a verse of poetry carved in flesh, a visceral sonnet of their entanglement. Their bodies moved with grace, with each caress and thrust, scripting a love story in the very flesh they were made from.

And as her breasts bounced up and down with every gyration, as her moans became a song in his ears, Zevlor was sure this was what the heavens must be like.

As he held her against him, their bodies moving as one, he couldn't help but marvel at how well she took him each time. How his cock fit her perfectly, like the gods had crafted them both with the intention of them joining like this. He watched the way her folds swallowed his cock, her lips stretched around him, and he could see her juices drip down him… It made his thighs tremble- his tail curling around her waist as the tip of it caressed where his child rested.

They were both oh so close to that sweet release, he could feel the way her walls fluttered and tightened around him, sucking him deeper- pulling him into her. the familiar tight feeling in his gut grew, his cock twitching and pulsing within her- the head swelling and rubbing her insides.

Her eyes opened as she gazed at him through half-lidded eyes, a weak smile on her lips as she saw the expression on his face, and her hand reached up, brushing against his cheek, and she whispered, her voice soft and tender, “Come, m-my heart, cum inside me- make me yours, a-always~ ♡”

And, he knew she was right there with him, ready to fall off the edge. So, with one final thrust, his hips rising up to meet her as she ground herself into him, he released inside of her- filling her to the brim, “Lo-Lofn.. ha-hngg-“

His hot and sticky seed shot deep into her, coating her womb- painting her insides white, the milky substance leaking from her as her body twitched and trembled.

As his orgasm rocked his body, his mind went blank, his vision fading to white, all he could hear were her sweet moans-her cries of ecstasy as his name slipped from her lips.

He could feel her walls pulsate around him, squeezing him- milking him for every drop of cum, and her legs shook as she came- her orgasm washing over her as her whole body tightened and stiffened, her breath stuck in her throat. His tail kept her from falling back, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist, keeping her close to his chest, until finally, they both relaxed, and she collapsed in his arms.

Her head resting on his shoulder, her eyes closed, her breathing shallow, and Zevlor smiled weakly as he pressed a kiss to her sweaty forehead.

They were not merely lovers, nor were they but a couple- but rather a single soul, divided and given to two bodies, bound and fated to walk through eternity together. Forever connected- forever in love.

[ladybrythwensinclair]

Hail Lofn

Hail to the Goddess of Forbidden Love Blessed are we who have been sheltered by you from hatred Hail to the Gentle One Holy are all who love despite oppression Hail to the Mild One She who softens the hardest hearts Bless and walk with us this day

[varinsson]

My Eivor is a he/him.

I don't care what yours happens to be. I'm not going to come in and disrespect it however, it's a non-issue if it makes you happy and comfortable with playing.

When it becomes an issue is if you come swarming in and scream at me for daring to play the version of the same character except with a penis and otherwise presenting male. This is the one I'm comfortable with, it's a version of trans joy for me in many ways.

Odin was a male-presenting, shapeshifting all-fucker in a lot of instances noted for his feminine traits more than once; Loki was another male-presenting shapeshifter with a penchant for mischief and being the mare who bore Sleipner, and Freyja has a cloak of falcon feathers that lets her turn into a falcon that she lends out to those who need it (Loki borrows it once to rescue Idunn too.) Let's not even get into Lofn, the god that oversees the "unions of those for whom marriage is forbidden" with the blessings of Odin and Freyja both.

But. You really expect me to just go "Yeah, bruh, sure, it's a female name so the character is obviously female" when the og mythology plays fast and loose with gender.

It doesn't work like that.

Anyways, the E in my name is for Eivor. Alec Eivor. Nonbinary. Male pronouns.

And a lovely little nod for the game that I fell in love with, that gave me a huge chunk of my family history and to be a glimmer of hope for my trans siblings: names have changed genders before (Shelly, Marion, and so on), you alone define it in the end.

Don't let someone else define it for you.

[uncomfortable-writers]

I just wanted to kindly ask are you going to be doing a part4 of Lofn’s Blessing. Thank you.😊 May Allah bless you.💗💗

Hello! I don’t think I will be continuing the series unless I find some inspiration, my apologies lovley. Lots of love to you <3

<3

[yascaret]

my favorite hobby is inventing new outfits with which to torture tide wraith

[storm-called]

about me

they/them | 24

feel free to call me Rook or Jackdaw

- @rookfern​ is my main blog (and my handle for most things)

I’ve been playing Guild Wars 2 since February of 2019, and I’ve been a part of the GW2 community here for just about as long as well. I write silly little stories about my characters sometimes and even draw them on occasion. I also take commissions (commissions are currently closed).

my characters

main crew:

Glaw Stormcaller (they/she/he; commander; catalyst) [tag]

Rookfern (she/her; pact marshal; Aurene’s champion; soulbeast) [tag] [tag]

Wren Polack (he/him; pact captain; holosmith) [tag]

Brynhildr Hroarkin (she/her; bladesworn) [tag] [tag]

Stagthorne (he/him; general nuisance; deadeye) [tag]

Sari Ruinweld (she/they; medic; guardian) [tag]

Helter Skelter (she/her; astral ward associate; demon hunter) [tag]

queensdale academy crew:

(same universe as main crew, just unaffiliated)

Agent Nexus (she/her; thief) [tag]

Beren Sahl (he/they; engineer) [tag]

Ilkiodora Baelforge (she/her; elementalist) [tag]

Mjoll Stormdottir (she/they; ranger) [tag]

alt crew:

Fíondorach (he/him; commander; Aurene’s champion; harbinger) [tag]

Basar Stormdancer (he/him; mirage) [tag]

Tomel Moonshadow (she/her; thief) [tag]

Miwa Tsang (she/they; jade-tech engineer) [tag]

Ophelia Targen (she/her; noble; necromancer) [tag]

Pyrisous (he/him; fernhound lycanthrope; warrior) [tag]

Sablewick (she/her; former mordrem; revenant) [tag]

miscellaneous:

(all in main crew universe unless stated otherwise)

Lady Lofn (she/her; forgemaster) [tag]

Floki Hroarsson (he/him; hunter; deceased) [tag]

Bitter Hewnfell (she/her; ash legion centurion) [tag]

Brulas Drakenettle (he/him; blood legion soldier) [tag]

Fika Breakwater (he/him; gladium) [tag]

Marad Larskald (she/her; firebrand) [tag]

Picah (xe/xem; journalist) [tag]

Coyote (he/him; dolyak rancher) [tag]

Frogbit (she/they/it; thief; mischief maker) [tag]

Caspian Primrose (he/him; holo-drama actor) [tag]

Operative Shrike (they them; bounty hunter) [tag]

Marcius Day (he/him; scrapper; honorary charr) [tag]

Camphyr (it/its; strange beast) [tag]

jokesy characters:

(characters who are there just for the fun; no real place in my canon)

Starry Bright (she/her; tempest; blinding object) [tag]

Bless Your Heart (any pronouns; firebrand healer) [tag]

other links

Broken Oaths (the massive fanfic centered around Glaw before they became the commander, set during the Icebrood Saga (heavy spoilers); completed)

my other fandom tumblrs:

@krembles​ (Dragon Age)

@rook-rising​ (Flight Rising)

@thisisthegay​ (Star Wars)

If you ever see me running around in game, feel free to say hi!

[lokeanwelcomingcommittee]

I was wondering if it would be inappropriate to have Loki has my dedicated patron at my Handfasting next year. And if so, what would you suggest to dedicate my Handfasting to him? He is my only patron and I want to dedicate my ceremony with him

Hi! Congrats on your handfasting!

Asking the gods to bless your partnership is common, and there's evidence that historical heathens did it too. Snorri lists both Vár and Lofn as goddesses people turn to regarding marriage, and Þrymskviða includes a ritual where Thor (disguised as Freyja) participates in a ritual calling upon Vár to bless the bride. There's debate over whether the ritual in Þrymskviða was something people actually did in pre-Chrisitian times, but at the very least it wasn't so off as to appear totally illogical to Þrymskviða's audience.

We're not limited to asking specific gods for specific things, so you'd totally be able to ask for Loki's blessing instead, or in addition to Vár's.

In terms of dedicating your handfasting itself to Loki...Now, your life and relationship are your own, and you should do what seems right to you, not some random person on the internet. I am merely offering my own personal thoughts, not telling you not to do something you feel really strongly about. But personally, speaking only for myself, I feel like there's a significant difference between asking for a deity's presence and blessing and actually dedicating the ceremony to them. And personally, I would not dedicate my wedding/handfasting to a deity.

My relationship is between me and my partner. The ceremony was for me and my partner. I did not get married to honor any outside entities, and placing anyone above my partner on that day would have felt wrong. I'm not a Christian who lives to submit my entire being, much less my partner's, to the will of one particular god.

Speaking of which, if you are going to do this, you should maybe go with your partner's ideas on how to go about it over those of a stranger on the internet. Even if your partner isn't religious, it's still their ceremony too, and they probably have aesthetic or symbolic preferences even if they don't buy into the spiritual aspect at all. And if they are religious, they probably have their own ideas about how it should go down.

Again, just my own opinions, as someone who has done the whole marriage thing. Do what works for you and your partner. I wish you a happy handfasting and happy relationship!

- Mod E

[wood-warder]

FFXIVWRITE 2021 #26: SILVER LINING (MAKE UP)

In any other hunt, Pjel would have thought it a blessing that Aja felt no need to discharge one of her weapon's cartridges. The creature crows its last when Aja rips her arm back and tears her blade out from between its ribs, then collapses and shudders into stillness on rust colored earth. She can already see the victorious pull of her grin, the silent looks like I won this time stare that she can read even through the dusty and smokey air beneath the mountain. In this instance, Aja does not hold onto it: when their eyes meet and check one another, it becomes apparent to the both of them that something is amiss.

Pjel digs the tip of her barely sullied blade into the ground, and Aja gives hers a few rough swings to clear away the blood. Between a flurry of levin-fast swipes and slower, bone-breaking swings, the beast barely stood a chance. It was not a small thing by any means: it stood at least a head taller than Pjel and was at least three times that in length, from snout to tail. Their eyes hold a few beats, breaths still relatively even despite the climb it took to get here, before Aja finally breaks their silence.

"Huh." She adjusts her pince-nez as she rounds the giant reptile to join Pjel near its maw. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that wasn't as half as mean as I was expecting."

Pjel grunts in affirmation, already fumbling through her pack for the scrap they'd pulled off the hunter's board. Together they regard the neatly drawn image of some bipedal lizard with a jagged maw and tiny arms, and cast doubtful glances at the carcass before them. The shape is correct, more or less, and the notes they'd been given back in Tailfeather did point them towards the mountain behind the dragon's tower. Pjel had never seen a volcano before but even with the ash and vague, sour-rot stink that wafted through, she still found it a little more pleasant than the bitter cold of Ishgard.

Aja's voice brings her back to focus. "The tail's wrong. Look - this one's got a... is that a club?"

They look. The hard muscle of the creature's tail ends in some manner of appendage, clenched and claw-like, whereas their sketch seems to lack it entirely.

"Perhaps... they missed it." Pjel frowns even as she says it, already shaking her head. If it had attacked one of the hunters, then surely they would have taken note of such a thing. "And look. The face. Does this seem right?"

Again, they look. A variance in color can be expected from time to time, be it from weather or artistic liberty, but the drawing lacks the hard ridges that make up the jaws and crown of their corpse. Most frustrating of all, the longer Pjel looks at the bill, the more obvious it becomes that while similar enough in the general shape of their bodies, the thing they've slain clearly not the thing they were meant to hunt.

Aja laughs, and the jab of her elbow has a little more bite than usual. "A little too eager, are we, Pjel? Don't think this'll fool the guild, or Lofn at that."

"That wasn't--"

Rocks tumble and clatter somewhere nearby. Two pairs of ears turn sharply and are followed by two pairs of eyes. The volcano's belly is wide, far wider than Pjel would have imagined possible, and its paths wind out and around crags and ridges of rocks that turn skyward at some branches and burrows deeper still at others. They'd followed this one down one such path, around a ridge of rising stone. From over its crest not ten yalms away, another pair of eyes watches them. This beast is taller still than the one at their feet, and though its forearms are as tiny if not smaller than its slain lizard-kin, its scales ripple with greater bulk. A wet sheen coats a maw crammed end to end with pale teeth the size of daggers and Pjel slowly realizes that the steady rumble of the earth around them is not the only sound that they hear.

Again Aja laughs, unsheathing more of her own teeth. "Found it."

[jotun-appologist]

Blessed Midsommar to all

May Gerd and Freyr insure bountiful harvests and fertility this year

May Eir’s grace heal the sick, and Hela tend to those who fall

May Freyja guide the honored EInherjar to Valhalla

May Odin bless us with wisdom in this year of conflict,

May Braggi and Loki bring us ample entertainment and laughter, 

May Balder’s light grace the world\

May Nott grant us peaceful nights to look at the stars 

May Frigg inspire us to love one another

May Lofn and Sofn aid those who love in vain or in conflict

May Njordr and Ran bless us with calm seas 

May Skadi Help us to fight global warming

May Hodr teach us that there is beauty and love even in the darkness

May Tyr and Forseti bring justice and order to the world

May Vali protect and avenge the downtrodden

May Eostre sleep easy as we welcome Sol and the symbolic light of Baldr in for this summer season

May Mani smile on us at night

May Jormundgander bring fish to the hungry, Fenrir bring strength to the weak, and Sleipnir speed things along back to joyous times.

May Sigyn teach us loyalty, 

May Sif teach us that beauty come from within,

May Jord teach us that this world we live in is the only one we have. may we learn to cherish her

May the Union of the Vanir and Aesir teach us that we are stronger together and that racial divides only cause chaos and death,

May the gods bless the reminder of this year to turn around for the better!

[magick-with-a-k]

Witchy Knowledge with Waya!

⚔️Norse Deities⚔️

Hi guys!

By popular demand, here’s a list of Norse gods and goddesses, their correspondences, and some offerings for them :)

~As with all posts, this is my take, my opinion, my knowledge. If you make your magick in a different way, great! Don't hate on other ways of the Craft. As I say again and again, there's no wrong way to witchcraft.~

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Air/Sky

- Gods: Kári, Njord, Odin

- Offerings: Air related plants, chimes, music, and feathers

Animal/Nature/Earth/Plant/etc

- Goddesses: Jord, Idun/Ithunn, Fjörgyn, Freya/Freyja, Skadi, Sif, Zisa

- Gods: Freyr, sometimes Thor

- Offerings: Plants, stones, gems, earthy foods, acts of kindness towards the earth and animals (volunteering, cleaning up trash, planting trees, etc)

Arts/Music/Dance/etc

- Gods: Odin, Bragi

- Goddesses: Freya/Freyja

- Offerings: Handmade art, dances, songs, wine

Chaos/Discord/Strife/etc

- Gods: Loki

- Goddesses: Vali/Váli

- Offerings: Rotten fruit, messy art, dead plants, blades, bones, blood, anger, mistletoe

Childbirth/Children/Fertility/Life/etc

- Gods: Lodurr, Njord, Freyr

- Goddesses: Eostre/Eastre/Ostara, Freya/Freyja, Frigg

- Offerings: Play, children’s toys, breast milk, baby dolls, fresh fruits, warm blankets

Communication/Messages

- Gods: Hermod

- Offerings: Writing implements, paper, prayer, communication

Death/Underworld/Afterlife/etc

- Gods: Odin, Ve, Vili

- Goddesses: Beyla, Freya/Freyja, Hel, Irpa, Rán/Ran

- Offerings: Deadly herbs, pomegranates, Fire, rich soil, gems, death, antiques, mistletoe

Fall/The harvest/Food/etc

- Gods: Freyr

- Goddesses: Sif, Zisa/Cisa

- Offerings: Apples, wheat, honey, scythes, sickles, seeds, grains, bread

Fame/Renown/Riches/Wealth/Heroes/Athletes/etc

- Gods: Freyr, Tyr

- Goddesses: Saga

- Offerings: Statues, gold, coins, prayers, adoration, laurels

Fire

- Gods: Loki

- Goddesses: Sol

- Offerings: Fire herbs and stones, bonfires, candles, coals, metals

Home/Hearth/Family/etc

- Goddesses: Frigga

- Offerings: Fire in a fireplace, love, brick from a home, pinecones

Justice/Judgement/Law

- Gods: Baldur, Forseti, Tyr

- Goddesses: Ullr, Syn

- Offerings: Scales, scythes, righteous acts, silver

Knowledge/Wisdom

- Gods: Bragi, Odin

- Goddesses: Gefjon, Mimir, Saga, Snotra, Vor

- Offerings: Books, writing, studying, researching, apples, tea, coffee, silver

Love/Beauty/Sex/Marriage/Women

- Gods: Baldur

- Goddesses: Freya/Freyja, Frigg, Gersimi, Lofn, Sjofn

- Offerings: Romance, love, sex, self love, roses, flowers, brushes, sweets, candles, mirrors

Luck(bad and good)/Changing Luck

- Gods: Freyr

- Offerings: Aventurine, clover, dice and cards, liquor, green candles, apples, almonds

Magick/Prophecy

- Gods: Loki, Odin

- Goddesses: Frigg, Saga

- Offerings: Anything purple, plants for psychic enhancement (like mugwort), tea, mirrors, crystal balls, crone, maiden, and mother statues, triple moon sign, moon glyphs, runes

Moon/Night/Darkness/Stars/Dreams/Sleep/etc

- Gods: Mani

- Goddesses: Bil

- Offerings: Moon Art, herbs related to the Moon, good sleep, silver, Moonstone

Peace/Joy/Hope/Harmony/etc

- Gods: Baldur

- Offerings: bright flowers, sweet songs, smiles, laughter, play

Protection/Healing/Medicine/etc

- Gods: Heimdall, Thor

- Goddesses: Eir, Eostre/Eastre/Ostara

- Offerings: healing and protective herbs, protective runes, citrus fruits, self-care, baths, keeping yourself well-maintained

Spring

- Goddesses: Ostara, Idun

- Offerings: Greens, seeds, songs, eggs, blooming flowers

Summer

- Gods: Odin, Thor, Loki, Baldur,

- Goddesses: Sumarr, Freya

- Offerings: Sun art, sweet wine, sport and play, summer herbs

Sun/Day/Light/Time

- Gods: Dellingr, Loki, Odin

- Goddesses: Sol

- Offerings: Sun art, herbs gathered in the daylight, mindfulness, hard work, cool drinks, hourglasses, watches/clocks

The Hunt/Archery/The Wild/etc

- Goddesses: Skadi

- Offerings: Fresh meat, water, dog/hound statues, arrows, antlers, walking in nature, burnt offerings

War/Warriors/Victory/Men/etc

- Gods: Odin, Thor, Tyr

- Goddesses: Baduhenna, Freya, Hariasa

- Offerings: Blood, blood stone, blades, bones, war water

Water/The sea/Rain/Sailors/etc

- Gods: Njord, Odin

- Goddesses: Baduhenna, Nerthus, Rán

- Offerings: Sand, shells, clean up of water areas, meditation, blessed water

Weather

- Gods: Njord, Odin, Thor

- Goddesses: Baduhenna

- Offerings: Rainwater, enjoying the weather, prayers, dance, cotton

Winter

- Goddesses: Skadi, Vetr

- Offerings: Berries, bonfires, meat, hard liquor, warm drinks, winter herbs, mead, furs

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Hope you enjoyed this post! Look at my earlier post for the same list, but with Greek deities! Blessed Be 💕

[w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l]

Lofn (MUSE)

Sexual Orientation: Lesbian 

Gender: Cis Woman

As a minor goddess of love, Lofn is sweet and gentle, a kind soul for those who need her. As a handmaiden of Frigga, she is loving and attentive towards those in need of her assistance. She is the goddess in charge of forbidden marriages, at one point being for couples of different statuses or ones where no dowry was able to be paid but now being more focused on same-gender marriages which is a blessing in her mind as she herself has always been more keen on men than women, not wanting anything to really do with men in a romantic sense as well as a sexual sense. 

She is in charge of helping people rid themselves of shame regarding their desires and favors the bold and may bless them with luck. She is a protector of the underdog, those betrayed by their lands, families, or clans even to this day. Her favorite foods are “guilty pleasures,”  things you love that aren’t good for you, and feels as though none of life’s simple pleasures should not be seen to be “guilty” or “shameful,” seeing it as there’s nothing to be ashamed about so long as you enjoy it. 

Lofn is a member of Frigga’s court, The Ásynjur court, a court full of Goddesses of Asgard who have no husband, owe allegiance to no man, and hold Queen Frigga as their highest authority. She has no desire for a man in her life, though a woman would be different.

(fc is Stefania Ferrario) 

[dark-and-kawaii]

OMG KIWI YOU NEED TO TELL ME ABOUT ZAVRIK

What would you like to know about this sweet cinnamon roll, my lovely Jelly ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜!?

His name is Zavrik (Zah-vrik / Zah-v-reek),

Zavrik wasn't born with a dragon egg hatchling like most the family was. Instead, he became the rider of Skjaldrynn, the great red wyvern of his great grandfather Merciel. Skjaldrynn had only ever been ridden and tamed by Merciel, not even Lynnania could sway the beast. So when Zavrik became the next rider of Skjaldrynn, the people of Thay, including Korgus, saw it as fate. They believe that Zavrik is a prodigy destined to sit the throne of Thay, even mirroring some of the old king’s (Merciel) traits and appearance.

Master swordsman thanks to his father, and has learned the ways of perfecting fire magic which was passed down from his Thay bloodline. Immune to fire, heat, and lava thanks to his bloodline being connected to the ancient red dragon.

Enjoys a good fighting competition and will hastily challenge any that think they can best him.

Thanks to his charming personality and good looks, he is very popular amongst the the women & men- but he has his eyes set on someone already (you’ll see at the end ♡).

Due to almost not making it during childbirth, him and his mother have a very close/unbreakable bond. She had always feared of losing her precious son which led her to seek the aid of Bane to place a protective ward on his soul that even granted him Bane's blessing.

His personality is a perfect blend of Lofn and Zevlor. A true gentleman, loyal, noble, and a fierceness that burns as bright as a fire and as hot as dragons breath. He earned the scar on his lip from protecting a female slave from her abusive owner. She was being tormented, beaten, and as the man was about to strike her with his whip, Zavrik jumped in the way. After killing the man, he had threatened any and all who dared try and stop him from freeing her (he even offered her a home within Thay).

[ladybrythwensinclair]

Hail Lofn

Hail to the Mild One Hail to the Comforter Hail to the Match-Maker of happy marriages Bless and walk with us this day

[bradypnoea]

For I Do Not Fear The Dark | englishbutter | (10/10) - 110k | Oct ‘14 - Jun ‘15

The winter has been one of the harshest in living memory, and Sigyn knows that not all of her family will live through it. So when a blue-skinned and red-eyed monster comes in the dead of night with an offer beyond her wildest imagination, Sigyn has no choice but accept if her family is to survive. Taken to a castle in the north with secrets around every corner and a mysterious visitor that sleeps on her bed, Sigyn finds that there was far more to this bargain than was on the surface.

Note: (In honour of the impending release of the Loki miniseries and my sceptical optimism for it, I'm highlighting a few canon-adjacent Loki works that can pass the time between new episodes or, if you're like me, distract from new content long enough to miss the first wave of inevitable Discourse.) englishbutter describes this work as "A Logyn retelling of the Norwegian fairytale 'East of the Sun and West of the Moon,'" though I can only attest to the fantasy epic carefully detailed here. This rendition of Sigyn has the weight of her entire family to consider against every experience in the early arc of this work, and the looming consequence of her failure never drifts far from her mind. Over time a mysterious feature of her circumstances grows ever more enticing, and the consequences of Sigyn's hallmark intelligence sets her on a harrowing, violent path that will leave her, and Jotunheim, forever changed.

- Masterpost on Author's Tumblr | @englishbutter - - Author's Twitter -

Now. I must move now. I cannot wait for any longer.

My mother has a long memory, and she has said to us all a thousand times over that this winter is the worst she has ever seen. It started snowing in October, and even I, likewise blessed with an excellent memory, can never recall such an early snowfall. The cold weather is yet another blow after much of our harvest was washed out by a heavy rainstorm in mid-September. The morning when we woke up to the rain pounding on the roof will be burnt into my memory forever. Hnoss, the youngest of my six sisters and just shy of fourteen decades, had woken up before the dawn. She had never quite grown out of waking up early like my other sisters and me.

“Father! Mother!” she calls. “Look at the rain! It’s falling so hard….”

Her voice rang through our tiny farmhouse — a single room separated only by wicker walls that are more like screens than anything else, keeping the work and food area isolated from the place where the nine of us sleep. My parents share the good bed; my sisters and I sleep on the three straw mattresses pushed against the wall, huddled together like a litter of kittens sharing in each other’s warmth.

“Rain?” Father asks.

Hnoss nods, her blonde curls bouncing in excitement. “Lots. Buckets of rain.” She wiggles her fingers to illustrate.

I don’t think she quite understands the implications of what heavy rain means for us — a family who relies on the harvest to survive through the year.

My father sprints to the door, pausing only to pull on his shoes and a shirt whilst the rest of us sit upright.

“Heavy rain?” the second oldest of my sisters, Lofn, mutters furiously, jamming her feet into her own shoes. “It can’t! Not this close to harvest!”

Vár, who my sisters and I have all agreed takes the pessimistic view on life more often than she should, says, “The weather doesn’t care. We should hurry; salvage what we can.”

“What is it?” Hnoss asks. “It can’t be that bad for the harvest. I mean, everything’s underground, isn’t it? Why would the carrots care?”

No one answers her. We all follow Father out of the door, sprinting through the rain to our three fields. The leftmost is a stone’s throw away from the wood that surrounds our land, and it is flooded, the water coming up past my ankles. I run towards it. Hnoss follows me, and comprehension seems to dawn on her face as she sees how urgently we are scrabbling in the mud, and the crops that have been overturned by the rain.

Continue reading on AO3...

[uncomfortable-writers]

Lofn’s Blessing 3 (Ivar x Reader)

(Gif credit to owner)

Fandom: Vikings

Character: Ivar the Boneless

Persona: Christian!Female

Word Count: 672

A/N - A little shorter than the others, still trying to figure out what direction to take this in, I hope y’all enjoy though! <3

Read Part One and Two here!

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It was late in the evening. The candles in the room glowed softly filling the room with an oddly calming atmosphere, it was the most relaxed you’d felt since you’d arrived in Kattegat, although that wasn’t going to last long.

You’d just finished saying your nightly prayers, still kneeling on the floor by your bed there was a single, booming knock at the door. It confused you since you weren’t expecting visitors, nor should anyone be visiting at such an hour. The person on the other side of the door didn’t wait for instruction to come in; just as you stood up Ivar entered the room, that same blank expression on his face which quickly wiped away as he watched you stand.

“What were you doing?”, he asked relaxing onto the door frame, looking quizzical and accusing. “Saying my nightly prayers, your grace”, you answered, respectfully bowing your head. You awkwardly played with the bottom of your white nightgown, feeling slightly embarrassed at the lack of clothing in front of the Lothbrok. Ivar’s lip curled up in a disgusted sneer, he looked at the floor and spat, “We do not worship false gods here (Y/N), you will stop that at once and-”, meeting your eyes once again his blue ones forced feelings of unease and fear into your thoughts, “-and if you embarrass me again in front of my people you will regret it”.

“I did not mean to offend you, my lord. I was tired and I needed to rest”, you watched as Ivar hobbled over to you, you were sure your heartbeat and the sound of his crutches meeting the floor were the loudest things in the room. Close up the young king was even more impressively terrifying: his pale skin accentuated his ravishingly good features, like his dark, prominent brows which added to the menacing expression he held now. He stopped a few feet away from you. A toothy grin showed off his pearly, white teeth. You knew he was tall but only now did you understand how tall he truly was as he towered over you. “Of course you didn’t, little one”, Ivar said casually, stretching out a hand to touch a strand of your (H/C), hair, you repressed the urge to flinch away from him, “But next time there will be consequences”.

Letting silence fall in the room Ivar looked into your eyes. He was enjoying revelling in how uncomfortable he was making you.

“I understand King Ivar”, your eyes dropped to the floor in inadvertent submission. Although this pleased him, he wasn’t done terrorising you. He needed to drive his point home. Raising his hand he pretended to inspect his fingers, “The servant girl you brought with you, what is her name?”.

Your heartbeat stuttered in your chest, you’d heard whispers back in England about how cruel the young king could be, but you weren’t sure to what extent you believed it, “Rose, my lord”. Ivar’s eyes flickered between his hands and to your face, a mocking smile formed on his face, “It would be a terrible shame if something were to happen to Rose, wouldn’t you agree?”,  he raised an eyebrow conveying his silent threat which was received loud and clear. Your stomach churned from the increased anxiety and you choked back bile, “It would be King Ivar”.

Ivar could tell you understood by how pale your face had turned, he knew he couldn’t punish you for you weren’t legally his yet. Satisfied that the message was received Ivar started to move towards the door, “I’m glad you agree, Rose is lucky to have someone like you”. You just wanted Ivar out of your room but he stopped in the doorway.

Tilting his head over his shoulder he spoke with what appeared at surface level to be a genuine smile, although you were starting to get the gist that all was not as it seemed with the man, “I hope you rest well, I will see you in the morning for breakfast. Welcome to, Kattegat”.

[yascaret]

FFXIVWRITE 2021 || 3. Scale

“I don’t think you’re ready for it.” Baghak’s tone is just as chiding as it is amused as the pair of them ascend the narrow stairway to the Kestrel’s deck. 

“I am.” Lofn insists, her ears pinned back, her face twisted into a deep frown. The ship’s crew, for all their accommodations, have remained steadfast in their insistence that she not step foot on the deck. It’s too much, they have told her--each of them--countless times. You’ll be sick. Worse yet, You’ll be scared. Each denial has only bolstered her resolve to break free from the ship’s belly.

“Lofn.” Baghak’s hand closes around her wrist just as she reaches the door, and it is only because this is the first time she has ever heard her true name from the bangaa’s lips that she glances over her shoulder. Baghak looks at her evenly, and Lofn meets her gaze with the same dogged determination that had pushed her from her bed for this in the first place. A tense silence follows, and then the bangaa laughs, giving her a hard slap on the back. “Right. Go on, then.”

She takes more comfort in Baghak’s blessing than she’d like to admit, but spares it little more thought for now. The lock clicks, the door opens easily--easier than she’d expected, all told, given how fiercely they fought to keep her below deck-- and for the first time since the Estersand, Lofn feels the sun on her face. For half a moment, she closes her eyes and drinks in the warmth, the rush of fresh air as it unrests her hair in great, steady gusts born from the speed of their sailing...

There will be time to enjoy it later.

“Oi!” A voice calls from across the deck. A young, female hyur with roughly-cropped brown hair that Lofn has only seen a handful of times starts toward her from a nearby mast. A hand reaches out. “Back inside! You’re not--”

With the urgency of a hunt, Lofn darts forward, too fast for a hyur to even dream of catching up. The deck is wide, but it only takes her two, perhaps three moments to reach the railing--at which point she lurches, nearly tumbling over it from the force of her sprint. Beneath her, an unfathomably vast expanse of nothing stretches between them and the ground, the trees and buildings below naught but grains of sand next to the limitless blue in which they sail. It is all so small. She is small. Her heart drops, and then she fills her lungs with crisp, cold sky.

“Frightful, eh?” Baghak takes place beside her, clawed hands curling around the wooden railing.

“No.” Lofn stares at a distant, hazy smear of green on the horizon; a forest--or perhaps a jungle. “I am…free.”