#support: odin

[princepsumbra]

"SHHHH! 'lo, milord! as much as your presence charges the very essence of my undying soul, i must ask for immediate silence!" hushed whispers (yes, whispers) float across the room to greet him, and with a proud flick of the wrist, odin points out his latest project — one that appears to be an unassuming wooden chest at first glance. "you see, lord leo, this new spell i've crafted demands it. so, please. i must ask you to keep your voice down. you make take a seat over there."

he waits for the prince to settle in. then, with a wide grin, odin struts toward the chest. he places one foot atop it in a dramatic display of theatrics, and announces:

"on this fated day, we celebrate the hallowed hour of thy momentous birth, o'bearer of greatness! you, whose valor and wisdom carves the very fabric of our world! it is only right, then, that you are bestowed with a legendary gift, worthy of your most illustrious pursuits-!"

the chest's lid swings open with a loud bang! (oops). within, a monstrous plant unfurls, its verdant tendrils writhing and snapping like serpents disturbed from slumber. one tendril nearly smacks odin across the chest, eliciting a mumbled curse as he dodges the strike. "not to worry, milord! it's friendly," the mage reassures, approaching cautiously. he extends a hand in demonstration, gently stroking one of the plant's giant petals. gradually, its growls subside into gentle purrs, seeming to relax under his touch akin to a tamed beast.

the plant, now calm, sways gently, its colorful foliage shimmering under the faint light filtering through room. "it only hates loud noises. i learned the hard way."

...he shall not elaborate.

When it comes to Odin, Leo takes nothing at face value. It may sound cruel, but it's a hard-learned truth, one Leo will not easily forget. There's a motive behind every flashy move and dramatic turn of phrase.

So when both trunk and retainer appear, Leo nods his acquiescence for total silence. (The whispers are a nice touch, admittedly.) "That's the second time today I've been ordered to sit somewhere," he murmurs, claiming the aforementioned chair.

Prince folds his hands neatly in his lap. Ah, there are the theatrics. It's truly a nice speech; he doesn't expect anything less than the heartfelt exaggerations. 'O'bearer of greatness' could work as an alternate epithet should he ever desire a change.

Leo's out of his chair before the first tendril finishes unfurling. Immediately, he raises a hand, incantation on his lips in preparation to defend his retainer. Disaster does not yet befall them. Odin's reflexes are as quick as his wit; Leo nonetheless keeps his hand up. One blond eyebrow raises in dubious agreement. "I'll take your word for it."

Low vibrations soon replace deep growls. Slowly, Leo lets his hand fall. Now that the danger has (mostly) passed, he can truly assess this legendary gift.

"Did you create this on your own?" Measured steps carry him forward, until he's peering over Odin's bent shoulder. "What an incredible feat of skill and magic. Is there a meaning to the different colors, or was that purely for aesthetic? Either way, you should be proud of yourself, Odin."

Leo risks crouching beside his friend, also extending his fingers in greeting towards the waxy leaves. "I can honestly say I've never received a birthday gift like this. Thank you, my friend."

[chosenoneofdusk]

lo, at long last, she hath arrived! she whom he cherishes above all others in his heart. she, who leaves blooming flowers in her wake, casting rays of light upon the dark and dismal corners of the earth. she, starlit ophelia, his very pride and joy! his beacon amidst the tempestuous storm of darkness, a guiding light to those who have lost their way, even unto him, who sometimes loses his way himself.

odin stands before her, exuding the majesty of a proud father. a broad smile stretches across his face, illuminating his features with a warmth that contrasts his imposing presence. arms spread wide in a gesture of welcome, and his voice, deep and resonant, booms out for all to hear.

"hark! what vision graces mine eyes? could it be?" a pause, a grin most brilliant. "the chosen heroine, in all her glory! in this most welcome twist of fate, dusk meets dark once more, and all is well in our fabled world."

he remains there for a moment longer, statuesque and poised until he can bear it no longer. odin sweeps her into his arms, and plants a loving peck on her forehead.

"welcome, ophelia. you don't know how overjoyed i am to be reunited with you. now, come! let us get you settled in. you'll need to tell me about your trip in great detail. spare nothing."

Exiting the carriage that had carried her from port to fort, a lone presence stands by the gates. It is a face she could recognize even in her sleep, without need to behold the figure for some time. The one who had given her the fateful tome that had revealed her destiny upon her, the courageous soul who would tear asunder the world if she but asked. How she had missed him when he departed for the school, and to see him now, alight with joy, brought a kindling of warmth she had so desperately needed. 

Her cape, made of the twilight upon which she derived her name, billows from behind her as she reaches her fated encounter with the one who had given her life and blazed the trail she now stepped upon. Seeing his arms spread to welcome none other but her, all the weariness from travel fades as she makes a delighted squeal to see him, before remembering herself and her composure as a chosen one.

“It could only be that which has been written in the stars! It is I, Ophelia Dusk, come to lay claim to my destiny! To accomplish such a feat what could the chosen do but seek out her master on the path that so few dare tread?” She feels eyes rolling and there’s a crowd of whispers, but this moment is not for the bystanders of fate. It is for the two heroes.

She shrieks in delight when she is brought into her father’s arms. Wrapping her own around his neck, she buries her face in his chest. This was what she had missed most in the time her father had been gone, his letters only quelling the loneliness that stirred her soul. Tears threaten to gather at her eyes but do not spill. “I missed you, Father, more than you’ll ever know.” At his words, she smiles. It had been a wondrous trip, but the destination was infinitesimally better. “Very well! As the captain departed from the port closest to home, the wind picked up and WHOOOOSH! Nohr had vanished before I even had a chance to say farewell to the land of my birth, but as a true heroine, I stood true and held fast to my intentions! It stormed and stormed as we traversed the sea, but I used my channeling powers to quell the thunder and make sure we arrived to port safely. But just because we had arrived safely did not mean our troubles were over yet! O’er mountain and valley I traveled by carriage, seeing much of this wondrous continent, before we were set upon by bandits! However they were no match for my magic and finally the heroine’s journey ended with reunification with the blade of darkness and fellow chosen one!” 

[laslow]

[ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 ] : sender is helping the receiver through a panic attack / severe anxiety. bro what if we were each others rocks during these troubling times

For you, I would

His hands won't stop shaking.

Inigo stares at them as if in a trance, fixated on the staccato rhythm. Battle aftermath is never easy in the best of scenarios; now, after facing near defeat at the claws of a seemingly endless horde of Risen, reality has settled in his chest like a stone.

How can they fight against creatures made from fell magic? How can they possibly avenge their parents when they can't be sure of surviving the next hour?

A band tightens around his ribcage. He can't get a full breath, can't hear past the blood pounding in his ears--

Movement catches in his peripheral. Inigo starts, hands scrabbling for the sword laying discarded in the dirt next to him. Foolish, stupid idea to disappear into the treeline alone. But he needed the space, needed to panic in peace, where no one else could see Inigo the Invincible crumble.

Fingers curl around the blade's hilt, soil gathering underneath his nails. Rising onto his knees, he whirls, weapon half-leveled at the approaching, blurred figure. He doesn't remember starting to cry, but he blinks his tears away regardless, relaxing only fractionally when his vision settles, revealing not another opponent, but Owain.

Inigo's hand spasms, sword dropping unceremoniously back to earth. "H-hey, Owain." His voice cracks and he curls further in on himself, chin touching his chest, shoulders caved.

Of course it's Owain who finds him at his lowest. There's a joke in there somewhere, one Inigo would make in happier circumstances. But right now he can only tremble, and cry, and nearly buckle under the weight of his own fears.

There's a rustle, followed by a sudden presence at his side. Owain's quiet, for once, perhaps feeling some of the same dread coursing through Inigo's veins. A heartbeat passes, then a new weight settles on his shoulders.

Pink head lifts just enough. No trace of mockery lines the other boy's face; instead, his brows are pinched in concern. It's enough of a reassurance that Inigo can feel the crushing despair lighten, breath by breath.

"Thank you, my friend."

[nohrslittleflower]

[ approval ] -  "i commend thee, lady elise, for your choice is as a rare gem unearthed from the depths of antiquity, a treasure that glimmers with the radiance of thy discerning soul!"

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Elise can’t help but immediately break out into giggles. She’s always entertained by how Odin can manage to say the simplest things in the most complicated way. It’s fun. She’s glad he still does it, even here. 

Though at this point it would probably be really weird to hear him talk normally.

“Thank you! Your selection is as… um… as astounding as the gleaming nights star, brighter than the rest in its splendor of darkness!” She nods confidently as she finishes, beaming up at her brother’s retainer. She’s a little out of practice in speaking Odin-talk ‘the dark tongue’, but she thinks she got it close enough! She’s pretty sure! She hopes! Only Odin would really know if that was true or not though.

[swordsmanoftranquility]

[ Splash ] he's admiring the beautiful, three-tiered fountain — a stunning and regal creation, with ornate stonework worthy of the highest praise! as fate would have it, odin leans in for a better look, only for his brooch to slip from his cape and plunge into the watery depths below with a splash!

he swears under his breath and swiftly plunges an arm into the icy waters, fishing about for it as he mutters to himself. fingers swirl about until he finally manages to retrieve the item with a triumphant (and loud) "AHA!"

it is at that precise moment that odin locks eyes with a stranger he does not recognize...whom he assumes has witnessed the entire spectacle. but he is hardly embarrassed. instead, odin flashes a bright grin, waving the man over with a free hand and motioning toward his now-damp brooch.

"another fiendish trap seen through by the ever-vigilant odin! dark forces may try to pry this precious brooch from my entrusted grasp, but they shall not prevail! come forth, good sir." he waves a soggy, white feather at the other. "shouldst thou need to make a trade, i, humble odin, shall be more than happy to assist thee in your collection quest."

Zihark takes a step forward to stop the strange blond man from falling into the fountain, but he doesn't seem to need to intervene, as the cloaked figure emerges from the water holding a...

An extremely soggy looking feather brooch.

The swordsman can't help but to note that it must be from a bird not acclimated to water, given how... drenched it is now from a mere few minutes at the bottom of the fountain.

"... Fiend... ish trap?" The other man speaks with a flair that is seemingly overacted. What part about falling in the fountain due to dropping his own brooch would be considered a fiendish trap?

"Ah, nevermind. I think you were just a bit clumsy. I don't know about dark forces or all that," Zihark winces, reaching out to take the soggy feather. The water still dripping off of it is almost offensive, but he can't turn down a good offer, especially not when this man seems to mean him no harm.

"I'm not really on a quest for these trinkets. But I'll happily take yours... Odin? I presume," He laughs off the man's strange wording, and tries his best to be polite. No use in being rude without prior reason, "The name's Zihark."

[sieglinde-freud]

playing fates again this is how its going

[nostalgia-tblr]

i'm so ambivalent about frigga! on one had i think the MCU treated her very poorly and so fandom should build her up and give her some more 'oomph,' on the other hand what fandom has done with her also annoys me because it apparently decided she's the good parent to be contrasted with her husband even when they did the exact same things.

so i always have the urge to "support" her by making her problematic in one way or another. and strange. she deserves to be strange.

[perfectharmonyloveschaos]

I love the absolute chaotic adoptive sibling vibes Atreus and Thrúd have. Thrúd went from being the youngest kid to having an even more chaos gremlin younger brother to wreck havoc with and I think its great cause then you have poor Skjoldr in the corner panicking 24-7 ever since those two became friends. Atreus and Thrúd should be allowed to enable one another.

[spriggan-lover]

More "Odin Eidolon in Ducktales 2017" stuff. And can you tell I totally used DonDaisy kiss from the actual show as a reference to just draw a DonOdin version of it, because that ship rocks and I'm so normal about them hahaha. 😳

Also it's too late Odin, Scrooge knows you're gay for his nephew and so do the kids too.

(Odin's Ducktales 2017 design belongs to @marziafantasia94 !)

[emblemxeno]

Can you imagine if Owain, Inigo, and Severa shared an Emblem bracelet or even just were just in Elyos for some reason with new aliases i’d love them to keep being recurring characters it’s so fucking funny lmao

[bellaaldamas]

@stupidrant this is the official, SMS approved (hopefully) gif everyone should use whenever they encounter a fandom troll.

[princepsumbra]

are you with crab milord?

Leo casts a surreptitious glance at his retainer, who continues to dutifully read over student essays before scribbling a grade atop the parchment. There doesn't appear to be anything serious bothering Odin, nothing that would account for the unusual silence of the last half hour.

Which can mean two other things: one, Odin is truly concentrating on his work, or two, he's mulling over some question in his mind but hasn't yet found the proper way to voice it.

Leo reaches for the next essay in his own stack. He's barely read the opening sentence when Odin finally breaks their tranquility.

With crab?

Slowly, Leo sets the paper down. Stares at Odin.

With crab?

He's used to odd questions and phrasings, has grown quite adept at sifting through the flowery language for the root meaning. But this? For the first time in years, Leo's at an utter loss.

Wait. A frown pulls at his lips, a crease wrinkling his brow. Is this some kind of...euphemism for something?

Corrin's not with child again, is she?

No. She'd tell Leo before anyone else. He discards that thought as quickly as it arrived, shaking his head in bewilderment.

"Odin," the prince eventually says, "what are you talking about?"

[machiot]

Alright, now who's THIS clown? Does anyone in this day and age really still say "hoy"? He doesn't look like an old fogey, hell, he looks younger than Griss, but maybe he's like Veyle or Zephia and older than he looks...?

Or maybe he's just a weirdo.

"It's Marni, short for nothing! If my name was any longer, my enemies wouldn't be able to say it when I'm killing 'em," Marni smumbles. "If it's easy to say, then it's easy to praise me, too!"

[laslow]

w-w-aswow??? hewwo??? c-can yuo heaw me?? waswow aw yuou there??? uwuw waswow pwease! caww out my dawk nawme!!!

So far, he's avoided most of the shenanigans going on around the monastery today. No time like the present to catch up on grading assignments! (Which, he could have finished earlier, but this last failed date left him more melancholy than usual. Probably something to do with the lovely lady throwing a perfectly good piece of lemon cake in his face.)

Even now he can still taste the chocolate frosting that landed on his lips. The things he endures for love are worthy of epic ballads!

Laslow sets his quill down, then stretches out his wrists. He eyes the remaining stack of papers; not so many now that he can't enjoy some fun before returning to the grind.

Standing, he's about to scoot his chair in when he hears it. Eyes narrowed, he pauses, waiting for it to sound again--

He sighs. That voice is unmistakable, even in whatever tone that is. "Odin, I have never wished I couldn't hear you more." Laslow creeps closer to the door. "Careful, now, or my--" Damn, how did Odin come up with names on the fly? "My Dazzling Door Opening art will knock your socks off!"

[rui-bean]

Loki Fic recommendations.

Folks, if youre a fan of Loki or Thor or just mcu norse, you would be doing yourself a justice by reading Ásgarðrian Galdr. In my opinion, this is the best fanfic ive seen that capture the complexities of the odinsons family’s dynamics, political troubles, and their angst with each other. Its a long fic, and theres a decent chunk to take in, in the first few chapter, but stick around. I swear it is beautiful.

If you have time, please check this out and give kudos. The author deserves some love for writing and completing this fic. And join us as we cheer our author on as they continue writing.

[unityrain24]

nono no you see thor ragnarok didn't follow the strict Thor Movie Formula, that's why it turned out that way.

This is how Thor movies are supposed to go:

Typical Thor Movie

Odin's (racist) Monologue to start it off, Genocide is Cool guys, i swear

usually consists of condemning a race, beating them at battle, stealing an important artifact of theirs

again, wooo genocide so cool

Pan over Asgard directly after said monologue

Close-up pf Heimdall's eye

1 (one) shirtless scene of Thor

Thor and Loki "madness" talk

Odin talking over Frigga in a deleted scene

Odin talking about birth-rite, duty, honour, etc.

Thor's face squished against glass (this is a must)

Jane running to Thor as he's unconscious as a harmful object/force is coming at him

genocide = cool & effective (unless loki thinks about it)

Loki assumed dead at some point in the film

Thor and Jane kiss passionately at the very end and it's awkward for me

cool music