#torxnn

[asgardianhammer]

[ $ ]— Whatever hope he had harbored of avoiding this discussion, for another year at least, it had vanished entirely when defiance in features and words arise in his daughter.

Expected, yet more ferocious this time.

' So, you don't want to tell me anything about him, and Parker can't go with you. How exactly do you expect me to be comfortable with that? Or keep you safe for that matter?'

[0fasgard]

❝  What's  this  nonsense  about  you  having  a  gun?!  ❞   Brows  furrowed  ,  making  it  𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑  that  she  had  already  spoken  to  her  father  about  it.   ❝  No  guns.   Your  cousins  are  enough  of  a  set  of  loose  canons.  ❞

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎  𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂  𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆  𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓.   |   @torxnn.

[hollustu]

･˖·✦ 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝑷𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝑰𝒏 𝑴𝒚 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 ... 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑻𝒐 𝑴𝒆. — A COLLECTION OF EDITS. of important people to Sigyn. feat. @torxnn.

[raregcms]

Torunn and Francis for the kid meme

Name: Robert Anthony Barton

Gender: M

General Appearance: While his frame is relatively slim, he has long legs and is quite tall in adulthood. He gets most of his looks from his mother's side, with golden blonde hair and bright, almost surreal blue eyes. However he is also absolutely covered in freckles and has his father's dimpled chin.

Personality: To call him a sunshine boy is an understatement; he is friendly, cheerful, and outgoing, almost to the point of being frustrating for his parents (especially Francis). He's always on the go and needs to be kept busy or else he finds his way into trouble.

Special Talents: Grandpa Clint taught him to balance starting from about six months old.

Who they like better: Neither, he is doted on by his parents and he adores them both.

Who they take after more: He is frustratingly similar to his grandfather Thor.

Personal Head canon: When he was born, Robert weighed almost eleven pounds -- big for a normal baby, but later discussions revealed it wasn't uncommon for Aesir. That didn't stop Torunn from breaking Francis's bow hand squeezing it while she pushed; the metacarpals of two fingers and his thumb were snapped, putting him on the reserve list for almost as many weeks as Torunn was made to rest after their son was born.

Bonus Headcanon: Has generally gone by 'Bud' or 'Buddy' since he was a kid; 'Robert' sounds like an old man's name and his dad always got a funny look when somebody'd try to call him 'Bobby'.

Face Claim:

@torxnn

[stjornubarn]

Torunn  flops  onto  Astrid’s  bed  with  a  dramatic  sigh.  “I’m  so  bored!  Let’s  go  and  do  something  fun!”   |   @torxnn.

𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐌  𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆  𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒  𝐍𝐎𝐖.   Stuck  in  New  Asgard  ,  with  not  much  to  do.   Mother  had  said  that  there  was  still  𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉  𝒕𝒐  𝒅𝒐  ,         so  many  of  those  tasked  with  building  were  busy  at  work.   She  wanted  to  help  ,  but  the  request  from  her  father  to  just  take  the  day  to  rest  was  something  she  was  𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒕𝒐  𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒆  ,  if  this  was  a  blessing  ,�� or  another  one  of  his  lessons  meant  to  teach  her  patience.   Something  she  struggled  to  grasp  some  days.

Torunn  ,  however  …  Was  very  much  a  𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆  𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕  like  herself.   The  two  had  been  close  friends  in  their  youth  ,  growing  together  made  that  easy.   She  always  had  the  𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕  𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈  ,  when  it  came  to  promoting  mischief  for  the  two  to  get  themselves  into.         And  Astrid  did  enjoy  a  good  bout  of  mischief.   She  was  the  daughter  of  the  God  of  Mischief  after  all.

❝  Have  you  unlocked  mind-reading  as  well  as  your  father's  natural  talent  with  storms?  ❞   A  playful  smirk  curled  her  lips.   Nothing  but  𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆  𝒂𝒏𝒅  𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏  for  her  dear  cousin.   ❝  I've  been  bored  out  of  my  wits  ,  I  think  I  might  just  go  mad.  ❞   She  hadn't  gotten  to  see  much  of  Midgard  until  now.         Mostly  staying  on  Asgard  until  that  had  no  longer  been  an  option  for  any  of  the  Aesir.   ❝  Perhaps  some  stretching  of  our  legs  will  help  us  find  something  to  chase  away  the  boredom.  ❞

[theceruleanskye]

When Hope left the Salvatore School at 15, she never returned. There was a freedom in being home with the wolves. When Hope graduated high school, she attended college to earn an art degree. Her current project was THE LONGEST LINE, which was time-consuming given that she was doing it on a 30" x 36" canvas. Hope had asked Torunn 【 @torxnn 】 out for the day to avoid putting more work into her project and to not lose it on the twins.

❝ So the twins showed up at my door yesterday morning. . . ❞ It was no secret that Hope and the twins weren't on good terms.     ❝ It has been just under 24 hours, and I'm already three steps away from murdering them.❞     Hope says the words softly as she holds an iced honey cinnamon latte, which didn't impress her. Threatening murder in a place that holds a large human population required some sense. The twins are stressed, which leads to a hell of a lot more useless arguments. STARTER CALL

[tenacityprevails]

@torxnn || From here

"Yeah, I'm Bucky. Prefer James now, though." He replied, offering a lopsided smile, though it might've come out strained. Bulgaria was long since passed, and James' hair was a decent bit longer now. The girl's name wasn't something he was familiar with pronouncing, and might've been butchered when he said it.

"I guess we were like brothers, Torunn. He did defy orders to find me, back in the day." Mentioning Steve was a bit of a sore point, but the man did find it particularly amusing that she called him 'Uncle Steve'.

[l4dys1f]

"...In my defense, I was left unsupervised."

        𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘  𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐎  𝐁𝐄  𝐀  𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄  𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐄  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐀  𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄  𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄  𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑.   Arms  crossed  over  her  front  ,  while  a  𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚  𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉  filled  her  lungs  before  she  let  them  out  again.   It  wasn't  that  big  of  a  deal  ,         in  the  grander  scheme  of  things.   But  it  also  helped  @torxnn  to  realize  that  it  was  time  for  Torunn  to  start  taking  𝒂  𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆  𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆  responsibility  in  things.

        ❝  Well  ,  I  hope  you  know  that's  only  gonna  work  for  a  little  longer  kiddo.  ❞   Especially  in  the  life  𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓  𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚  lived  ,         she  was  going  to  need  to  start  walking  through  knowing  she  wasn't  going  to  𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆  𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏  all  the  time.   ❝  Hell  ,  I'm  not  really  gonna  be  able  t'call  you  a  kid  before  too  long.  ❞   Slight  sadness  peaked.   A  special  thing  they  shared  that  would  be  over.   ❝  You  know  ,  it's  mine  and  your  dad's  goal  that  you  don't  need  the  supervision  …  right?  ❞

[wormholxtreme]

@torxnn | said Tackle hugs Kaylee!

Watching the young goddess come her way, Kaylee dug her heels into the ground and opened her arms wide. "Tory!" she beamed wrapping strong arms around her friend. "How are you!? How's Asgard?"

[felttheburden]

"Happy Birthday Hope!" Torunn smiles as she hands her best friend a cupcake with a lit candle on it for her to blow out and a present containing a gold necklace from Asgard that has a sword charm on it.

Ever since the tragic day that was her mother's death, Hope has rarely enjoyed any holidays or birthdays. But this year was special as Hope was turning twenty-one years old. When Hope woke up in the morning and dressed, she knew a guest was downstairs, and the number of heartbeats had changed between Hope brushing her hair and her teeth. There are only a few people that Hope cares about who have keys and entrance clearance. Everyone in her extended family would get together later for dinner and presents.

Hope pulls her long auburn hair into a ponytail before braiding it into a single strand to keep it all together and make it easier to manage for the day. Hope heads downstairs once the end is secured with a thin, clear rubber band. On the way downstairs, Hope notes that the music she had put on last night still plays softly throughout the downstairs. Hope sees her long-term friend, Torunn, in the dining room with a cupcake and a gift. One was oddly shaped, and Hope couldn't wait to rip into it.

❝ I better get to cupcake first. I'm starvin'. ❞ A smile came to her lips as she bent her head to be at eye level with the cupcake. ❝ 1. . . 2. . . 3. . . ❞ Hope takes in a large breath of air and then blows it out slowly toward the flame that had been dancing in the morning light. Hope takes the cupcake from her friend. The smell of caramelized sugar, strawberry compote, sweet frosting, and chocolate.

Hope unwraps the paper from the bottom of the cupcake, revealing the moist chocolate sponge filled with a lovely strawberry compote. Pearly white teeth sink into the cupcake, getting vanilla frosting on the tip of her nose. A hum of approval is the only sound that can be heard as she chews and swallows the first bite. This is what I'm talking about for breakfast. If only I could do this every day. The idea of being an adult who could have sugar for her breakfast every morning was lost on her.

❝ This is the best breakfast. ❞ Hope says this about almost everything that she eats. Her protein intake was higher than that of a human, but that makes sense when one considers that Hope was an animal. ❝ Okay, I can't wait any longer. Please let me open the sword-shaped object. ❞ She loved anything sharp and could stab people. Hope sets the cupcake on the tabletop with the paper underneath it. Hope rushes over to get the gift and rips into it as carefully as she can so as not to get cut.

The Uru metal was dense but shined brightly in the light. It wasn't heavy to pick up. Hope admires the hilt down to the blade. ❝ This is beautiful. ❞

         𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆 & 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐊

[fortitudina]

@torxnn requested a starter from Natasha.

ASGARD. IT HAD always been a realm that had brought small fascination to her. The stories Thor had shared over the years about his home had made it seem truly magnificent and had filled her with awe. When the realm had fallen, Natasha had felt a great sadness for her friend's sake. She knew what it was like to be without a home, to feel you had no place to go.

Thor had kept Torunn quiet for a long time. Perhaps it was because of her inability to have children, or it was to keep Torunn safe from the potential dangers. However, Natasha was vigilant and kept her eyes on many things. She was an agent through and through, watching things and keeping herself alert for intel was key.

When Thor had finally told her of his daughter, Natasha knew why. He trusted her to know and, should anything happen, to find and look after Torunn. Thanos brought about many changes during the battles, and when she should have died, she found herself back again. She wanted to keep it low-profile, though, so let it remain with others believing she was still dead, giving her the chance to seek out the lost Thordottir, bringing her to sit in a library, jotting down notes as she waited for Thorunn to make an appearance.

[asgardianhammer]

torxnn asked: “Papa! Wake up! It’s morning!” (From baby Torunn)

[ $ ]— A few minutes before the words reach him he had already heard the persistent pitter-patter of small feet, burrowing his face a bit deeper into the pillow and sheet tugged to cover the majority of his face.

Soft, rolling rumble is created as response, a quick teasing peek of one still sleep-riddled eye, before hoarse voice produces a whine of sorts.

' I don't wanna...'

Grin threatens to rise, the majority of ballooning cheek obscured by the sheet that is tugged even higher.

[starwrittenfates]

✨ 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 // @torxnn — spotify wrapped starter call. ↳ “Do It Like a Girl” by Morgan St.Jean

"You wish you could do it like a girl, do it like a woman. Counting our money, then raising a child when you said we couldn't. Did it in heels, I'd love to see you try."

[hollustu]

I don’t understand what anonymous is. I want you to know in over the past fortnight ish that I’ve gotten to know you, that you have the best Sigyn rp account I have ever seen. You’ve captured her perfectly to the point I believe she is the real Sigyn

JJ you put so much thought into Sigyn, along with your heart and soul and truly does show. You’re one of the sweetest people I have met on this hell site and I’m super lucky to have met you. Keep doing what you’re doing! Love you!

𝑨𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚  𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅  𝒎𝒆  𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓  𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆  𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍  𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕  𝒉𝒐𝒘  𝑰  𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚  𝒎𝒚  𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓.  |   ALWAYS�� ACCEPTING!

˚‧⁺  ･˖·✦   ───  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐒𝐎  𝐒𝐎  𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇  𝐌𝐘  𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆!   This  seriously  made  me  want  to  cry  𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔  𝒐𝒇  𝒋𝒐𝒚.   I  spend  a  lot  of  work  trying  to  make  her  unique  ,  while  also  still  holding  true  to  who  she  is  in  the  basic  lore.   That  nice  thing  about  that  fact  that  there's  not  that  much  𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓  her  ,  this  gives  me  a  lot  of  room  to  play  and  𝒃𝒆  𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆.   It  also  helps  so  so  much  to  have  the  𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆  mutuals  like  yourself  to  help  bounce  ideas  off  of  and  write  some  amazing  stories  that  help  to  𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  who  she  is.   I  am  so  honored  to  hear  this  is  your  favorite  portrayal  of  Sigyn  ,  as  yours  is  my  favorite  portrayal  of  the  lovely  Torunn.

[raregcms]

🎲 kiss for Francis!

Tory gets... A kiss in the rain

It's been a bad day, pretty much all around. They were trying, no one could say they weren't -- but this world wasn't theirs. Each of them had to acclimate in their own ways, and some were having an easier time than others. Azari's parents were intrigued and warm towards him; Pym's father was wary, but his mother had welcomed him with open arms. James had the opposite problem, but an extra uncle, a namesake, who was more than happy to bond with him. That left Francis and Torunn... The latter had carried such deep resentment for her family that the bonding experience wasn't going particularly well.

Francis had watched both of his parents die. It was hard to look them in the eye knowing they weren't even together, in this world.

Now, they were just heading back home. Torunn was angry, ranting in such colorful language Francis could only snicker softly and try to make sure she was heading in the right direction. Whatever Thor had said this time had really set her off, the storm clouds gathering overhead mirroring the dark clouds in her eyes. There was no reasoning with her when she got like this -- just let it blow over and stay out of her way.

That went fine, until the first patters of rain started to fall. Big drops quickly turned from sprinkles into a deluge; Francis broke into a half-run, hurrying toward their building, before he realized Torunn wasn't with him. She'd stalled, hands balled at her sides, shoulders hitching in a way that made him immediately come back to her. "Tory--"

"I just ... I wish I could hate them... the way I hated my parents for leaving me behind... It isn't fair..."

"I know." His hand brushed away the hair that had plastered down to her cheeks, averting his eyes from the tears that mingled with the rain streaming down her face. "And it's not fair of them to expect you to pretend everything's okay. But you're not gonna go through this alone."

"Cross your heart?" God, her voice was so small, so sad. Nothing like the headstrong warrior she so often propped herself up as... the mask had slipped, and the scared girl had emerged.

His hand pressed to her cheek, brushing under her eye. "And hope to die."

It wasn't a first kiss, but it was the first that really meant something.

[the-mjolnir-owner]

“Happy Birthday papa!” Torunn beams as she presents him a cake of his favourite flavour and decorated with candles for him to make a wish and blow out.

It's Thor's birthday! @torxnn

"Thank you, love. Did you bake the cake yourself?"