#I am both Norwegian and fluffy

[wormzandgutz]

can we see ur fursona o-o

Norwegian forest cat, because fitting

#I am both Norwegian and fluffy #my posts #fursona #fursona art #my asks #luckychatons

[sage-writes-n-coins-mogai]

What do the symbols in my bio mean? The answer is —> Here

Hi there! I go by many names but can call me Sage, Florian or Fable, but you can also refer to me as The Herbalist, The Kitty or The Archivist. I use a lot of pronouns but my favourite ones are they/he/xe/it/stim/doll/cat/thon and prefer neu and masc terms!

I am a medium support Autistic chrono adult, permaregressor/transage child (0-10) with ADHD, Changeling Copinglink and a Norwegian Forest cat therian!

I run this blog to share the terms I made for my own fun and share my thoughts with you!

I’m Objectum and like to talk about about my plush girlfriends or other objects I’m attracted to between coining posts (I’ll make an introductory for my beloved objects soon!)

I’ll occasionally make SFW omegaverse roleplay posts sometimes. (Link to my omegaverse introductory post coming soon!)

I’m also Dissconnomei: dissconnoblankydependant, dissconnoherbalist, dissconnogreeneyes, dissconnofreckled, dissconnopet, dissconnoArchivist dissconnopermachild, dissconnodiapered, dissconnoyoungtraumage, dissconnoballjoint, dissconnothirdpersonspeak

If you want to get to know me a little more: here :3

Do not interact if:

You are T3RF, rad-fem, rad-exclus, gender critical, trans-med etc. “Gold Star” Lesbians (FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF-)

You are a conservative/right wing/trad wife

You are a proshipper and/or don’t believe fiction effects reality (IT FUCKING DOES THANK YOU)

You are a Radqueer

You are a pro/neutral/complex-contact Pedophile/Zoophile/Necrophile other harmful nonconsensual paras and/or think it’s okay to act on these paraphilas

You are transabled, transrace, transharmful and/or use your transage identity to excuse or justify pedophillic acts

You are anti-chronosian/agere

You condone, defend or support any of the above.

Before you follow:

I am Chronosian and an age regressor and I will post or reblog posts relating to both, you care learn more about it here

I support the reclamation of transage and transspecies

I am a nonhuman so I would prefer to be referred as a cat, doll, witch, harpy, shapeshifter, xip, mammal or some combination of that please and thank you ^w^ (if not than you can refer to me as a boy but not a man)

My blog is 13+ minimum, if you’re 12 and under I would advise you to not follow my blog or at least ask before doing so, there’s nothing particularly inappropriate about my blog at least as far as I can tell, I just don’t want young kids interacting with me but I’m not as strict about it as to put it in my DNI.

I will reblog things and I may make posts related to paraphilia stuff, but nothing that would be considered NSFW

I’m not a discourse blog though I may reblog anti-radqueer stuff mostly to signal to potential radqueer/transrace/transabled followers that they’re NOT welcome here in

I will do TW for posts featuring the basic trigger list (gore, r*pe, death, drugs, smoking, alcohol etc.) I have a taglist, if you don’t want to see certain content, or only want to see the content you followed me for, please feel free to block tag

My beliefs/stances:

I am a sunset paraphile / fluffy paraphile

I am Catqueer / Devqueer / Amaidequeer / Eepyqueer / Hugqueer / Paxiqueer

What I post about/What you can request:

I specialise in Chronosian, Objectum, Xeno/Neo AGAB, Dissconnomei, gender systems (please provide flag and base definition) and X4X terms but :

Headcanons (Mogai, agere, general etc.) about characters from The Owl House, Welcome Home arg, The Arcana: A Mystic Romance, Rise of the Guardians (2012), The Magnus Archives and Nimona (you may request characters from other medias/franchises but please provide pngs 🙏)

Constellic/Vesil/Aldernic

Therian/Otherkin/Fictiokin

Userboxes, especially “This user is [insert mogai identity)

PFP specifically LGBTQIA+ ones

What you can’t request from me:

NSFW/Kink related mogai terms it’s just not my thing

Gore related terms, again not my thing

Charic genders they’re far too time consuming for me and my executive dysfunction only lets me do so much

I HAVE A RIGHT TO REFUSE REQUESTS FOR ANY REASON OR EVEN NO REASON AT ALL

My taglist:

tagging-triggers (posts with possible triggering content)

reblog rebound (just reblogging)

reply rebound (replying to asks!)

giving credit where it’s due (reblogging to use userboxes, flags, dni banners etc.)

sage is getting personal (sharing my life a little :3)

sage ponders (sharing my thoughts/rambles/headcanons)

Lily dearest (posts related to my plush QPP, Lily)

sage in roleplay (omegaverse related posts)

sage recommends (recommending other’s fanfic, blog or art)

sage writes (fanfic links/writings/poetry)

sage is a poet and they know it! (poems)

sage draws (art, edits etc.)

sage’s gender coins (gender coining)

sage’s liom coins (term coining in general)

sage’s reclaimation coins (coining reclaimed terms)

#pinned post #dni list #the owl house #taglist #requests are open #chronosian #chrono peculiar #objectum #osor #posic #posic community #vesility #pro liom #mogai friendly #constel #constelic #therian #otherkin #xenogender #gold star lesbians do not interact #sunset paraphile #devqueer

[that-cartoony-villain]

Bells Hellcats

After the last episode I had to think more about this random thought I had some time ago about the Bells Hells as cats

Laudna was acting like a scared kitten after her ressurection so I couldn’t stop thinking of her as either a black cat or a sphinx, they’re both misunderstood by their appearance but they’re the loveliest creatures in this world

Orym gives me Bengal cat vibes because they’re very active and agile and color pallete wise they’re very warm

Fearne clearly is a Norwegian Forest Cat, big fluffy and beautiful, looks like is a cinnamon roll but could kill you type

Imogen would be a Balinese Cat, they seem shy at first but are loving companions, the breed also has beautiful fur which is appropriate with Imogen’s pretty hair

Ashton is a Mixed stray because they can seem aggressive sometimes but is very nice to the people they like (am I talking about the cat or Ashton?)

FCG fits Maine coon vibes since they’re easy-going, loving companions, curious by nature and just loves to chill with the people they love

And last but no least, Chetney seems like a Persian, cats that don't mind being alone and are a little weird sometime. But also Lykoi because they're called werewolf cats and i thought that was funny

Anyway these are some random thoughts from someone that loves the Hells and also cats so if you have other breeds in mind please share them with me!

#cr c3 spoilers #critical role #bells hells #laudna #imogen temult #orym of the air ashari #fearne calloway #ashton greymoore #fresh cut grass #chetney pock o'pea #hellscats #i didnt put guests or npcs but if you think about something let me hear about it #i wish i could draw to make this into an au because theyd look adorable as kittens #specially laudna #nevermind me just watching critrole

[casual-therian]

... well sh-

Ok so i am aware I'm a cat therian, that ain't changing. But now I'm confused if I'm a Maine Coon or a Norwegian Forest Cat... Or both. All i know is that I'm fluffy and a bigger breed of domestic cat on that end.

... and a King Cheetah but i ain't talkin about that rn

... abd most likely more but I'm trying to figure those out rn

#pixel rambles #cat therian #therian #feline therian

[thetimecrystal]

angel, daylight, fluffy, and any of them you're dying to be asked!

cute asks

angel; do you have a nickname?

i get called meeks and meekie a lot! plus melis (powdered sugar in norwegian!)

daylight; favorite album of all time?

answered here!!

fluffy; ocean or mountain?

oceans!! i live close to the coast; it is magical to look upon and just zone out!

glow; list the top 5 things you like about yourself

i like my creativity

i have been really growing into/finding myself lately

i also enjoy my own passion and how much fire i have

my hair!!! growing it out long again and dying it has been so much fun

i have been getting better at eating proper meals more than once a day and i am very proud of that

lovey; what is your favorite flavor of macaron and ice cream?

both are very easy! lemon! and also salted caramel. plus pistachio

#thank you dusky!! #hope you and your family are safe in the storm! #asks #duskythesomething #mica speak #food //

[livealittleoc-cb]

“I am not uptight or cold I just know when to buckle down and be serious.”

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.: Jörmungandr [Leif Hove]

⋆｡°✩ The World Serpent in Norse Mythology

⋆｡°✩ He's in a up && coming esports team

⋆｡°✩ In "human" form he's from Oslo Norway, in Astria he's from Fatroica

⋆｡°✩ He/Him | Queer, Demisexual, Poly | 24 [Human Years], thinks he might have been around since the sea has... | 03/17 [Pisces] | 6'1"

⋆｡°✩ He is:

chill

cold

straight faced

serious

doesn't take shit from no one

tall man energy

will smack a bitch if tested

can be a soft cuddly teddy bear

has his own way of showing he cares

Mythology Creature Information / Form Stuff

⋆｡°✩ does not feed like gods do!

⋆｡°✩ tends to be floating around in pools or lakes

⋆｡°✩ as a creature of mythology they can smell && sense emotions well but the smell/sensation of lying is the strongest he can depict

⋆｡°✩ he has a bit more of strength then a normal human and is stronger then most gods and supernaturals

⋆｡°✩ he can change his "human" apperance [height, eye color, hair color, etc.]

⋆｡°✩ each creature has a human name they go by, his is Leif

⋆｡°✩ when in his creature form they can get up to around 7'1"

⋆｡°✩ in his creature form he has teal snake like eyes, he has teal scales along his arms, legs && neck, his hair is straight, long && dark brown, his nails are permanently painted sea foam green, he has no tattoos or piercings in this form, he has prominent scar over his lips that goes diagonally, he may also shift into his full form which is a giant sea snake/serpent with teal scales, fangs, teal eyes, he also has gills in this form

⋆｡°✩ when not in astria or the human realm he resides in the asgardian realm [asgard]

⋆｡°✩ in his half && half form he is his normal 6'2", has no tattoos && piercings, his eyes are a darker teal or might be dark brown, straighter longer fluffy hair, his fangs are normally out, scales cover his whole back, neck && arms along with gills on the side of his neck

Extras

⋆｡°✩ natural eye color: teal

⋆｡°✩ eyes might glow green blue when near the ocean

⋆｡°✩ has no tattoos or piercings but thinks of getting some in the future

⋆｡°✩ likes: video games, peace, books, quiet, sleeping, greens, beiges, browns, cottage core, swords, medival stuff, swords, pools, swimming

⋆｡°✩ dislikes: humans [they're annoying && selfish to him], being inturrupted, smoke, burns

⋆｡°✩ languages: norwegian && english

⋆｡°✩ he has a thicker norwegian accent when speaking

NSFW

⋆｡°✩ he has an abnormal rut, which is the 9th to 11th every other month; he will get a little more aggressive, less shy && maybe a bit more whiney && vocal, wants to breed

⋆｡°✩ switch, slight dom lean; some of his kinks are oral [receiving], marking [giving && receiving], breeding [giving], size kink, impact play [giving], praise [giving && receiving], hair pulling [receiving], orgasam control [giving && receiving], auralism, choking [giving], face sitting [receiving], over stim [giving && receiving], edging [giving && receiving]

⋆｡°✩ hard nos: feet, watersports, wasteplay

⋆｡°✩ he is willing to try hard and soft kinks he is just a tad but shy about certain things and the smallest bits of insecure so he might need a bit of a push

⋆｡°✩ both his eyes turn army green when he is arroused

⋆｡°✩ safe word: fish

⋆｡°✩ uses 🎏 on dash

Relationship Statuses

⋆｡°✩ in front of his computer and tired

⋆｡°✩ single [0/3]; uninterested

⋆｡°✩ friends: Angel [little demon 🙄], Loki [a liability 😒], Set [okay i guess 😰], Anubis [ally 🥰], Jay [i love you but please stop- 😵‍💫], Ace [i love you but please stop pt.2 😶]

⋆｡°✩ family: Hel [little tiny sis 😍], Fenrir [little shit- 😐]

Tags

⋆｡°✩ relationship tag(s):

⋆｡°✩ friend tag(s):

⋆｡°✩ family tag(s):

⋆｡°✩ music tag(s):

⋆｡°✩ inspo tag(s):

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faceclaim: @/christiangilbrt on ig

#profile.txt #🎏 jörmungandr.txt

[monsoonblooms12]

Kjæreste (King Liam x f!MC)

Summary: They have a day all to themselves full of love and cute moments of togetherness🧡

Kjæreste: (Norwegian) Dearest, Beloved One; Term of endearment for one's romantic partner😍

A/N: This is the giveaway prize for my lovely @parkdoesthings who won a place in my followers and birthday celebration giveaway. Wren, I hope you like it and the way I used the prompts you gave me. Writing them for the first time made me nervous as well as happy. Really hoping that you like this🧡

Prompts used: @parkdoesthings gave me the prompts "I missed you, so much" kisses + dessert. In addition to these, I have used Prompt 3, 14 and 16 from this prompt list by @creativepromptsforwriting. Feel free to send in more requests, I am always accepting!🧡

If you enjoyed the story, please like it, leave a comment or reblog. Your feedback keeps me going🤎

Pairing: King Liam Rys X f!MC (Odette Dawson)

Word Count: around 2K

Rating: General

Category: Fluff

Triggers: A few curse words (Just 1 or 2)

OTHER WORKS

The golden hues filtered through the strains of the satin drapes, filling the place like the aroma of a freshly brewed cup of coffee. The birds taunted each other playfully, all lost in their plays. A few of them beckoned her to join them.

She certainly would have, if she had those mystic spells, radiating sparkles on clicking her fingers, turning into an appealing blue jay, adorning herself in the summery blues and whites, just like the sky right now.

She had been lying awake for quite some time now, sleep being a long-lost pal. The silk of her covers ran like water under her fingers, and if it were someone who had not been accustomed to it, the sensation would have been enough to cradle them into a deep siesta.

Finally, she pushed herself to get up. The gentle sloshing of water around her as she gently placed down herself into the dreamy tints of the bathroom soothed her senses. Closing her eyes, she felt as if she was in a pond amidst a forest, all alone enjoying the tranquillity, as the woody scents dazzled her senses and the solitary rose petals caressed her skin.

It was unwinding and comforting, not to live by a schedule, blabbering all day around with stupid dignitaries or argue about some variety of apples.

Ugh, Apples! 

The only downside of marrying the king of Cordonia that she could think of. She could go on about her list of grievances she had with apples, but right now, if she thought about them for a second more, she would throw up.

And when in Loire Valley, never think of those gross little piece of mischief, she made it her motto.

Especially when they make you vomit.

The soft pink fabric fluttered in the merry breeze, the net covering her hands, making her look as elegant as the chandelier that now adorned her majestic room, every thread glowing like diamonds on a bracelet.

She gives a twirl, she wants to feel the fluffiness of the holiday, but yet she couldn't.

Not when there is someone she has been waiting for, eagerly, unabatingly.

Now and then, she would pick her cream-coloured cellular, glide to the balcony, leaning down to make out the appearance of a car, her chestnut brown locks dancing joyfully.

A shrill cajoled her out of her reverie, and her heart leapt to a beat of joy.

The soft music playing in the room seemed even more melodious to her as her feet lead her to the doorway with a swift dance-like motion.

She opened the door, the dazzling smile brightening up her face like a 100-watt bulb.

Only to find the waiter standing there with her breakfast.

Her face fell as if it was not a royal buffet, but trays full of apples in front of her.

And when the waiter blushed thinking that he was the reason for her joy, her anger built up like the pressure in a pressure cooker.

She knew a stream of rudeness would escape if she opened her mouth, hence she sealed her lips, put on the exercised smile and stepped aside for him to enter.

Breakfast was other-worldly. She had quite forgotten the sheer deliciousness a classic French breakfast carried in itself.

Her mouth was an adobe of butter, chocolate and coffee, and all her objections vanished with a bite of that melt-in-mouth croissant.

The weather showed a solemn change as the white were replaces by greys and the golden slowly muted down.

She didn't really love rains, any season for that matter, but she could deal with everything. She decided to go down for a stroll, deciding that she had little to do in this room all by herself.

The softness of the Earth under her shoes, the multitude of colours in front of her soft brown eyes, the splendid fragrances filling her nostrils, the melody of nature playing in a loop in her ears and the sweetness of the solitude making her heart flutter.

All her senses were enamoured as she twirled around the gigantic flower garden.

A golden yellow butterfly greeted her by landing on one of her fingers, wanting to hold her finger and take her on a tour around her adobe.

Both of them silently exchanged a few words, and Odette happily agreed to get enamoured by the fluttery beauties and silky petals.

But she hadn't taken a step when two palms softly covered her eyes. She was startled but knew better than to scream. Her heart told her that it was someone she knew and not someone who would try to harm her.

As if someone would even be able to get past the heavy security

Her ringed hand gently reached for the hands which were still placed on her eyes. She felt them, a metallic feel of a ring, gave her a serotonin boost. Her heart danced and the smile that was waiting for its chance finally spread on her face, making her look like a goddess.

With a gentleness equal to the one when they were placed, Odette removed the hands, didn't even bother to open her eyes and kissed the person behind her with so much love that one would have melted into golden honey by its power.

But he didn't.

Their love wasn't cancelling out each other, it was multiplying to become so powerful that it would engulf them forever.

Placing the foreheads together, Odette finally opens her orbs, which shone like brilliant diamonds, to look up at the person whose arrival she awaited. The blush that spreads on both of their faces is automatic.

He twirls the stray lock that adorned her beauty around his finger, his hand, the ringed one, tightly wrapped around her silk regalia.

"I missed you so much! You know how impatient I am, and yet, you made me wait." Odette whines lovingly, the smile never leaving even through her complaint.

"I am sorry, Ette! There was an emergency apple-themed event-"

Odette's eyes narrowed, and an unamused pout took the place of the preceding grin.

"Can we please skip the apple talks, please? I did not come here to escape about those vomit-inducing pieces of shit."

All the while, Liam chuckled, always amused by the thought that out of everyone, he fell in love with that gorgeous lady who hated apples.

"Soo... Now that you are finally here, what are we supposed to do? Just stand here staring at each other?"

"I mean, that wouldn't be bad either."

"C'mon, Li! I didn't travel all the way to here to stand and stare at you. I already do that, every time, at Cordonia." Even though she had spoken it matter-of-factly, it made him blush and grin.

Even more because he had been doing the same, every moment she had been with him, right from the day he met her.

But he had always been a hopeless romantic, she had not.

Whenever Odette told him that he was the one who had made her realize that love and soulmates actually exist, his heart would start running a marathon in his chest. He still couldn't comprehend how someone like him had ended up getting someone like her as his queen.

Every poem, every romantic song, pales in front of the hues of their love, and since words were not enough to express it, he made sure to show it to her, every day, every time, every moment of his life.

"We will do whatever you want to do! This vacation is all about you, after all." He said as she linked her arms into his, but not before she made a wordless promise to the butterfly that she would come back and go on the tour.

As Liam led them towards the car, Odette pulled him back.

"Not the car, Mr Rys. Loire valley has enigmatic forests, and if we are not doing a forest trail, we will seriously miss out on the greatest beauty, the beauty of nature."

And he was in awe, again.

This is the side of Odette that makes her the queen he wanted by his side. How much respect and appreciation she has for everything, especially nature. He happily gave in to her demand.

The soft crunch of some dried leaves and the earthy scents enveloped the area. It wasn't secluded, now and then, the excited chirps and melodious tweets of the feathered beings spread through the air.

Odette's eyes joyfully travelled all around her, the multitude of chrome spreading a happy surprise through her heart.

"My Queen"

She looked up at him, their browns dissolving into each other.

"You know what these hues remind me of?"

"What?" She asked in a silent whisper.

"You."

"Your colours. The multi-chrome of your attributes, and the elegance they add to your persona. They make you charismatic"

"Liam, Yours is the only colour I want to get painted in."

Their lips meet like muscle memory, without any initiation. It was a reflex registered in the record book of their cerebrum.

Their thoughts entangled, arm around each other, the trail ended before they realized. They were now standing in front of the eight o'clock café.

"It isn't eight o'clock yet, but there is something special I've got arranged in here for you." Odette winked, pulling him in.

A few silent whispers later, Odette took Liam to the secluded first floor of the café, only for him to get the surprise.

The arrangement was a large table with his favourite board games, Carcassonne and Scrabble, neatly arranged on it. If he had been a kid, he would have screamed up and down, and circle danced with her.

No one had ever done something like this for him, and he doubted someone ever would.

Well, except her.

The next hours were filled with mindless laughs, funny fights, fake waves of anger and joyful screams.

The voids between those were filled with delicious coffee and melt-in-mouth gelato that had been specially arranged, again by Ette.

She had ordered flavours he had not heard of, and with the constant consumption, he had become a fan of the chocolate fondente flavoured one.

Utterly tired of the endless rounds of gameplay, they finally took their leave while thanking the people their generously for bearing their shenanigans.

Who would have guessed that board games would be so much fun even after years of not playing?

Not them, definitely.

"Just one more spot, and then we will go back, I promise." Odette winked, again.

He doubted if he would ever be able to refuse to her enigma even if he wanted to. One look and he would do anything to make her smile the way he likes.

The surprise that emerged in front of him posed such a stark contrast to the one before that for a moment he felt like he had got a tour of the polar opposites.

His eyes travelled up to the dazzling Ferris Wheel, standing majestically up before them.

"Just executing my idea of experiencing opposites in a day, that's it."

He wanted to kiss her as his life depended on it. But before he could get hold of her, she was already rushing towards the ticket counter, and he followed.

It was the last ticket, and gladly, they had managed to get it. They rushed to enter their cabin, hand in hand, adsorbing the cheerful air around.

The view that met their eyes was heavenly, like a piece of God's adobe fixed neatly amidst the man's land. Their eyes shifted once outside, and the next minute they found themselves staring at each other, eyes sparkling like stars of the endless sky.

She was his flower moon, the happiness and love she brings to his life matching with the fertility and flowers May brings with itself, which is what the Flower Moon symbolizes.

She shines differently from everyone, a unique sight for anyone who lays their eyes upon her, dazzling brilliantly.

The brilliance that pales every obstacle, every pain with the power of her love, she was destined to stay with him forever.

The wordless promise he made holding her hand, that he would fight with the worst if it was to keep her in his heart's labyrinth.

She was the one who made his heart beat, after all.

PS: Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have a great day ahead! Love, Manamee🧡.

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[official-weasley]

The Extraordinary Dragon (Part 2/6)

A fluffy story about Charlie training a dragon with a sad and mysterious past.

Warnings: dragon abuse Word Count: 2,266

“Are you ready?” Matthew was standing with me by the gates of the reserve, his arms crossed on his chest and looking like he will burst from excitement any moment now.

It’s been a week since I found out that I am going to work with a 1-year-old Hebridean Black. That, however, has been the only information Matt has given me. He has been awfully secretive about this dragon and no matter how many times I asked him about it he just told me not to worry and that I will have all my questions answered once the dragon arrives.

Today was that day and I couldn’t help but feel nervous. Not only because I didn’t know what to expect and the whole thing seemed to amuse my boss very much but also because this was a Hebridean Black – my favorite breed of dragon.

We don’t have a rule book here in the Sanctuary but we do have a few protocols we have to obey.

Wear your protective gear at work.

If you get injured, stop what you are doing immediately and find a healer.

No matter how vicious the dragon is, try to stay as calm as possible because they sense fear.

We don’t get promoted but are assigned to dragons based on our experience.

In the first year when we arrive here, we work with researchers to observe dragons – learn about their behavior and eating patterns.

In the second and third years, we either get assigned to Common Welsh Greens or Antipodean Opaleyes. If we are doing great with the latter, our superior might assign us to one of the fliers so we can start training to fly on a dragon.

That is a crucial practice for working with dragons later on because part of the daily routine is to take them out for a flight. The training usually lasts for 6 months and then we have to pass the flying exam – which I passed with flying colors on the first try, of course!

Then in year four we usually continue with Opaleyes. I was lucky enough to get a chance to work with two Chinese Fireballs.

In years five and six we are assigned to a new breed, the Swedish Short-Snout, and we train with the healers to learn how to heal and recognize symptoms if the dragon we work with shows any signs of sickness.

For me, that dragon was a Norwegian Ridgeback. I wasn’t experienced enough to work with the breed but due to a shortage of dragonologists, Matthew assigned the dragon to me anyway, and even though it wasn’t the easiest dragon to work with I had a pleasant enough experience with it that I now visit its habitat a few times per month to say hello.

In year eight or nine we can sign up for an exchange program. It means we go and work in one of the other dragon reserves. My wish was to work in the Swedish Reserve for one year and I was over the roof when my application was approved.

My boss wanted me to apply to the Chinese Reserve so that I could work with Fireballs since I have already dealt with them but I heard that even though the Swedish Reserve mostly works with Short-Snouts they had a Peruvian Vipertooth and a Ukrainian Ironbelly.

I know I shouldn’t have gone against my boss and try and work with dragons I wasn’t ready for but I just couldn’t help myself. I knew I would be less monitored there and nobody would tell me I can’t work with a certain dragon so I had to try.

Working with a sick Norwegian Ridgeback was harder than trying to befriend a Ukrainian Ironbelly. The latter looks like it’s going to eat you at any given moment but they are harmless even though they are huge compared to the other dragons.

Because I got a certificate of successfully taming both a Vipertooth and an Ironbelly, Matthew was so impressed that once I got back I was assigned to work with 3 different dragons.

I couldn’t believe that he allowed me to work with a Peruvian Vipertooth and not one but two Romanian Longhorns. I nagged him to assign me to one of those dragons for a year before my year in Sweden and he always said I wasn’t ready. But when I came back with the letter from my Swedish trainer, Matthew couldn’t believe how well I did and decided to give me a chance to work with dragons completely on my own.

I have been working with Hel, Lasair, and Rocker for over a year and I am doing great. All three of them listen to me and I have no trouble going through their daily routines. They trust me and I have learned so much from them in such a short amount of time. And apparently, it shows since my boss assigned me to the Hebridean Black.

“I would love to say that I am ready but the look on your face concerns me.” I lifted an eyebrow at him, my palms getting sweatier.

“Look, for how many years have you been begging me to let you work with a Black? Now you’re trying to chicken out?” He smirked.

“No, of course, not. I am just curious why the sudden change of hearts. Isn’t it too dangerous? Aren’t I unqualified to take care of a Hebridean Black?”

“Asterin.”

“What?” I turned my head to him, with more questions in my head than before.

“The dragon’s name is Asterin.” He explained and nodded toward the gate where 7 wizards appeared along with a big cage with a dragon chained inside.

We hurried to them and helped them unload the dragon. I had so many questions. We have never received a dragon that was chained or that needed so many people escorting it. What was Matthew not telling me?

They told us not to take the beast out of the cage until we reach its assigned habitat. Matt called 4 of my co-workers to help levitate the cage to a secluded area that was going to be Asterin’s home for the next 3 months.

Every time we get a new dragon to live in our reserve, we put it far away from the rest of the dragons so that it can get used to the environment change first before it’s introduced to other dragons. Then we determine if the dragon is capable of living with another of its breed – we never put more than 3 together – or if they’d prefer to have their own habitat. After those 3 months, the proper training can begin.

“I need some answers.” I frowned at my boss when we were left alone with the new dragon.

“Okay, so the dragon was put through a lot. She has trust issues and is very untamed for her age. She doesn’t want to fly and barely eats anything.” He explained.

“That’s why she’s so small for her age?” I leaned to the right to get a glimpse of Asterin behind Matthew.

“Yes.” He nodded.

“But I don’t understand. The dragonologists that brought her here are from the MacFusty clan. They take care of Hebridean Blacks, why was she brought here and where did they get her from?”

“They found her.”

“What do you mean they found her? You don’t simply stumble upon a dragon!” I furrowed my brows.

“But they did – abandoned in the forest close to their reserve. They heard her cries. She had both her wings broken and half of her teeth were missing.” Matthew continued.

“That would explain the not eating and flying part.” I could feel the heat on my face. If she was found like that someone had to hurt her and then just left her. How could someone do something like that to such a beautiful creature? Why would they hurt a dragon?

“They tried taking care of her,” Matt explained further, “but after not making any progress for more than half a year they contacted me.” He locked eyes with mine and it seemed he was trying to read my face.

“What’s with the look?”

“You know that you need 15+ years of experience to work with a Hebridean Black here.”

“I do. That’s why I asked you about 50 times in the last week why did you pick me?” My heart was racing, knowing I will finally get the answer to my question.

“I didn’t.” Matt cleared his throat.

“What?” “I didn’t pick you. They did.”

“Who? The MacFusty family?” I don’t think I was ever this confused – this didn’t make any sense. I knew about the clan. They were famous for taking in Hebridean Blacks and taking care of them before releasing them into the wild but there was no way they could know about me.

“They knew that the dragon needed better care and even though their property is expanding they reckoned it would be better if the dragon is moved to a bigger reserve,” Matthew said. “They contacted the Swedish Dragon Sanctuary and they recommended the dragon to be transported here, into your care.”

“The Swedish Sanctuary?” I said more to myself than to him.

“I guess they were impressed with how a 27-year-old tamed a Ukranian Ironbelly as if it was no big deal. And your trainer, Oskar, found it amusing when you called them extra large Cruppies.” Matthew playfully shook his head.

“Well, they are. Their size is just deceiving.” I defended my statement.

“Charles, you must’ve done something to impress them so much that they thought of you when they found out about Asterin’s situation.” Matthew put his hand on my shoulder and winked at me.

“And you just agreed?” I narrowed my eyes at him. I still couldn’t believe it. They singlehandedly picked me? They thought of me to help the dragon?

I took a deep breath. I was prepared for anything when Matt was keeping all of this a secret from me but I didn’t think that this involved me on such a large scale. This was a great honor, an honor about which I didn’t know how to feel. I am good with dragons but I am not that good, am I?

It rarely happens that a dragonologist is recommended to be assigned to a dragon, especially if they are 28 years old. I’m still learning. I am still observing and studying the dragons and now the MacFusty family knows my name?

I rubbed my eyes thinking I was dreaming. This opportunity won’t only escalate my career and make my day-to-day more fun, it will also make my dream to work with a Hebridean Black come true.

“I don’t know what to say.” Was all I could muster.

“Just enjoy it, Charles. I know how much you like a challenge.” He tapped me twice on the shoulder and walked away.

I swallowed thickly and looked at the dragon who was standing still and being aware of every speck that moved.

“Hi.” I waved slowly. “My name is Charlie and I’ll be your buddy for the foreseeable future.”

The dragon’s tail started to move from left to right and I was pretty sure that if I took a step forward I would get scorched.

“It’s okay. I mean you no harm.” I bowed my head, maintaining eye contact, and then sat on the ground. “See, if you want you can eat me right now.”

I looked at Asterin’s claws which were dug deep into the earth beneath her paws. It meant that she was tense and stressed and didn’t believe a word I said to her.

“I can leave if you want. Just let me come back so I can give you some dinner.” I started to stand up but a roar straight to my face made me sit back down.

“Okay, okay. You do not agree with me leaving. I understand.” I lifted my hands in defense.

I felt like my heart was going to escape my ribcage any moment now. I wasn’t scared. I was thrilled. I could see that this was going to be a tough challenge and I couldn’t wait to see how everything will unfold.

I sat still and had a staring contest with Asterin for the next 3 hours. My bum and back were killing me but I didn’t care. The dragon didn’t move a muscle and her claws were still dug deep into the ground.

“Asterin, it’s time for dinner. How about you let me stand up?” I motioned with my head to the sky – it being dark, that’s how long we sat together in silence.

The dragon didn’t move nor blinked so I inhaled sharply and without exhaling stood up slowly, maintaining eye contact. Asterin let out a silent growl but didn’t roar, which was a good sign. I backed away and once I was out of her sight I hurried to get her food. Hebridean Blacks love venison so that was what I was going to get her.

As I was heading out of the food supply hut, I grabbed a bag of apples just in case Asterin is a vegetarian like Crystal.

The whole way back to the dragon I was debating whether or not I should stay and observe her eating or should I just leave her alone. I wanted to see if she will even want to eat and if it’s painful when she chews the meat.

My decision, however, didn’t matter when I came back with the dinner and Asterin was nowhere to be found.

#charlie weasley #charlie weasley harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #the weasleys #dragon boy #charles weasley #hebridean black #dragons #a dragon story #charie weasley hphm #dragonologist

[muwi-translates]

Collar x MaliceドラマCD「美女と野獣たち」 

Collar x Malice Tokuten Drama CD - Beauty and the Beasts

Spoiler free. Characters: Yanagi Aiji, Enomoto Mineo, Sasazuka Takeru

**Please don’t move this translation or claim it as your own.**

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Yanagi: A long, long time ago, in a place far away, there were three princes who were turned into beasts. One was transformed into a ferocious wolf, another was transformed into a shivering, trembling Chihuahua, and the last one was transformed into a fur... furry cat.

Enomoto: Nobody aside from the first person was a ‘beast’- And why am I a Chihuahua?!

Sasazuka: And I’m a cat. Not the mixed ones, I hope. Am I a Chinchilla? A Persian or a Ragdoll? Norwegian Forest Cat?

Enomoto: ...Why do you know so many cat breeds?

Yanagi: It’s probably common knowledge.

Yanagi: There was only one way to break the curse. And that was to obtain the love of a human woman.

Enmoto: Wouldn’t that be pretty hard for Yanagi-senpai?

Sasazuka: It is easier for Chihuahuas and cats to get closer to women. They’re easier to get a hold of.

Yanagi: The princes were cursed because they had ignored the request of an old woman who had wished to seek refuge overnight. ‘Be kinder to other people, helping others will benefit yourself as well’.

Enomoto: I bet Takeru was the one who chased her off. Yanagi-senpai and I probably got implicated. I didn’t even know the old woman even stopped by!

Sasazuka: My game is starting to get good. If you’re not going to shut up, just go die.

Enomoto: Then pause it!

Yanagi: Will they be able to recover their human forms safely?

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Yanagi: In short, let’s start working out our battle plan. [Howl]

Enomoto: If we just need to be loved by a human woman, then there’s a few ways to do that, right? Uh-- how are we gonna get women to like us with animal bodies? If you think about it, isn’t this a really bad situation? What kind of roleplay is this?! Where did these princes and beasts come from?! [Barks]

Sasazuka: Before that, I just want to confirm something.

Yanagi: What’s wrong, Sasazuka? [Barks]

Sasazuka: Ever since we started, what are these noises I keep hearing every time we talk, at the end of our sentences? [Meows]

Enomoto: Wow, Takeru… you’re so evil...

Sasazuka: I don’t want to hear that coming from you. That barking is so loud.

Yanagi: It looks like this is our setup.

Sasazuka: This is annoying. I hate this. Can’t even talk properly.

Yanagi: Then, starting from now let’s just change it so that the noises are gone.

Enomoto: We can change it?! You should have said so from the beginning!

Sasazuka: How idiotic. Anyway, Mineo.

Enomoto: What?

Sasazuka: Go find a woman in the neighbourhood and bring her here.

Enomoto: Uh, Takeru-kun? That line is uh, is going to cause a lot of misunderstandings.

Sasazuka: I can’t do it. I’m finally up to the boss fight. Even if I turned into a cat, I’m going to continue my game.

Yanagi: As expected of Sasazuka. How are you still able to control the joystick?

Enomoto: Yanagi-senpai, you shouldn’t worry about that…

Yanagi: Really? I think that’s a very powerful piece of technology.

Enomoto: Guh! Yanagi-senpai’s become more serious after turning into a wolf!

Sasazuka: Anything will do, just go!

Enomoto: But there’s a snowstorm outside, why would there be a woman just wandering around?

Sasazuka: Just plough through the snow then. Isn’t that better? There’s that song, “the dog is happy, running around the garden”.

Enomoto: “The cat is curled up under the kotatsu”-- Wait, if I go out there with the body of a Chihuahua, then I’m just gonna get blown away! [1]

Yanagi: Aah. It would be pretty sad if that body got blown away.

Enomoto: Y-Yanagi-senpai… doesn’t it matter if I was blown away? 

[Knock knock]

Yanagi: Did you just hear something?

Enomoto: Maybe a guest? Oh, looks like they’re saying something.

Enomoto: “I can’t continue any further because of the snowstorm outside, can I stay here overnight?”

Sasazuka: We’re busy, later.

Yanagi: Sasazuka, did you even listen to what I said earlier?

Sasazuka: I did but I forgot about it already.

Enomoto: What a coincidence! It sounds like it’s a woman! Is this the will of the heavens?!

Enomoto: Welcome! Don’t be shy, come in! And then, love me! ...Hm? Are you not coming in?

Sasazuka: Idiot-- it’s cold! Shut the door.

Yanagi: Wait, first of all I think seeing talking animals surprised her too much. We should give her a rundown of what happened...

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Yanagi: ...And that’s what happened.

Sasazuka: In other words, we’ll let you stay the night. In return, you’ll pay with your body.

Enomoto: W-W-W-W-What are you saying?!!

Sasazuka: What? Is there a problem?

Enomoto: I’m asking you to think more about the wording!!

Yanagi: You guys are always so… I’m sorry for being so sudden. You can stay here, but because of the situation, could you help us?

Sasazuka: Yanagi-san, she looks scared.

Yanagi: Well… I look like a wolf… on the outside.

Enomoto: Ah… he looks like this right now, but he’s actually not a scary person.

Yanagi: How do I say this… I’m just... surprised.

Sasazuka: That said, this obtaining love thing is too vague. What exactly are we supposed to do?

Enomoto: We just have to raise our favorability to her, right?

Yanagi: If that’s the case, should we start with deeper interactions with each other? Sasazuka, you have the most pleasing appearance, can you try? 

Sasazuka: Roger, let’s get this over and done with.

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Sasazuka: Well, it’s not like I can’t let you touch me. After all, I am a cat now. When it comes to human-to-cat communication, this is the first thing we should do.

Sasazuka: Not over there! More right--ooooh, that, right there... Meow~ guruguruguru… Hah! W-Wha--, what was that just then!? ...Don’t mind me, pet me again! Meow~ guruguruguru... meow~ Ugh! Hey, what is this, why can’t I resist animal habits? Even though it’ll be bad if my chin is touched, and my eyebrows, it’s too relaxing... --Hey! What are you doing? Don't touch there! Don't touch, don't touch! Why did you choose that--uh, goo...I. Said. Don’t. Touch.

Enomoto: Sasazuka… you just ruined the atmosphere...

Yanagi: Then, Enomoto, you go.

Enomoto: Got it!

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Enomoto: Even though I look like an adorable Chihuahua right now, listen, I am in fact, a dependable prince! Once I turn back into a human… I… give you a dress. You have such a cute face, but you dress so poorly that it’s a waste. It should be more… elegant, and dazzling… and look warm… oh! I’m not just saying this so you can lift the curse, I’m really saying it for your sake! Eh, what? What are you holding… [sound of something being thrown, barking, chasing said item and running back panting]

Enomoto: …! What did I just do? I couldn't help but fetch the ball! [ball is thrown]

Enomoto: My body’s just moving by itself! Geh-- stop! But I’m so happy! I’m so happy!!

Yanagi: Favourability has gone up, I’m sure of it.

Sasazuka: He’s completely being treated like a dog. Yanagi-san, it’s your turn next.

Yanagi: The difficulty is so high… I have no idea what to do.

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Yanagi: Having said that, it’s only natural that you’d be afraid if you saw something like this in front of you. Don’t force yourself, you must be troubled if you’re suddenly asked to love someone. Rather, I’m sorry to involve you in such troublesome things. You don’t need to take responsibility, just relax. Hm? ‘Let me touch your fur’? I don’t mind but, I’m not a Chihuahua or a fluffy cat, so it’s best you don’t expect something soft. It’s warm? Is that so. I’m glad that I’m able to share some warmth with you. I’ve never realized that people’s hands can be so warm.

Yanagi: You’re not afraid? You’re a kind person. You’d treat someone like me like a person too? If I wasn’t like this, I’d be able to talk to you with how I originally was. Thank you. Because you can touch me without fear, it makes me feel that this look isn’t too bad.

Enomoto: … The atmosphere is kinda really good. Has the story finally turned into ‘Beauty and the Beast’?

Sasazuka: Go back to the game before I get kicked by a horse [2].

Enomoto: Uh-- huh…

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Yanagi: In short, um… Everyone, it’s good to change back to our human selves safely.

Enomoto: Love or not, the last part was a bit confusing.

Sasazuka: Whatever.

Yanagi: That aside, what are you going to do next? We changed back, and it was all thanks to you. If it’s possible, I’d like to return the favour.

Enomoto: Eh? You don’t have anywhere to go? Are you all on your own?

Sasazuka: That’s why you’ve been travelling.

Yanagi: Then, just stay in this castle. It’s just a room, there's plenty more. There’s no issue.

Enomoto: As expected of Yanagi-senpai! Well said.

Yanagi: Hm? You don’t need a room? Then where do you plan on stay-- my room? You want to live with me? I… don’t mind, but is that okay?

Yanagi: I see. If you trust me then it’s fine. This time, let me touch you as a human.

Enomoto: Huh? Eh?! Waitwaitwait, what’s with this development? Yanagi-senpai’s the sole winner? That said, where’s everyone gone?!

Sasazuka: Who cares? I don’t. I’m going to go play games.

Enomoto: Ugh… this is ridiculous!

Translator’s notes: [1] Both lines are a reference to ‘Yuki’, a warabe uta (traditional Japanese songs like nursery rhymes). [2] People who are ‘kicked by a horse’ are those who disturb the romantic air of others.

#otome game #drama cd #otomate #collar x malice #cxm #mytranslations #chinese #drama cd translation #yanagi aiji #enomoto mineo #sasazuka takeru

[alicedopey]

Gratulerer med dagen

Fandom: Vikings

Genre: Fluff , Modern AU

Pairing: Harald x Reader

Warning: None

Words: 1785

Summary: You haven’t been feeling well because of a loss and Harald wants to make you feel better for your birthday.

A/N: This is written for my dear @gearhead66​ to celebrate her birthday. I’m sorry for the delay, love and I hope you will like it. Huge thanks to my other half here @naaladareia​ for the wonderful moodboard.  Also, I took the liberty to imagine lockdown was over everywhere. 

Harald looked at you, sleeping peacefully in the care while he was driving. You needed to rest, this year had been rough enough – and it was only halfway done. Losing your aunt had been hard on you and this broke Harald’s heart every time he read some sadness in your eyes. He knew how it felt to lose someone dear. His parents had died in a car crash when he and Halfdan were teenagers, and they only had one another to rely on. They never really felt at ease with anyone apart from each other and it was still like that today… well, until he met you.

You represented what Harald had craved for his whole life, a woman to love who would love him in return. Right now, he wanted to do everything in his power to keep you happy and satisfied – hence his plans for today to celebrate your very special day. It was a good thing lockdown was over in the USA or everything would have been ruined.

After the funeral, he knew he had to take you far away from your place. He suggested to go and visit his family, meaning Halfdan in Norway.

“What about my dog?” You had exclaimed.

“We will take him, of course.” He smiled. How could he leave behind the fluffy thing that brought them together?

The day you met was still on his mind. You were walking two dogs when he first saw you, smiling and laughing at their antics. He liked you instantly, even more when he got to know you. First, he had invited you for coffee a few times then for dinner when he had tried to cook a nice meal at his place. Trying was the word since their main course had ended up burnt in the oven. You had laughed and promised to teach him a few things. In the meantime, he bought some sweet things for you to enjoy.

It’s been a year now and he had felt it was the right time for you and his brother to meet. Halfdan had always been the odd one but you got along quite well with him. Well enough for you to trust him to take care of your dog for the day while the two of you were away. His brother was good with animals, not with women. Harald could not even count the number of girls he had scared away. He was a free bird, enjoying women from time to time but never committing. So, he often mocked his brother for searching love so frantically. Harald did not care and kept searching. Now, he had finally found the one and he would not let go.

Here he was, driving from Oslo to his secret destination. He had woken you up at dawn this morning and you had not stopped grumbling until he had told you that you looked like the dog you used to take care of. You had struck out your tongue at him and hopped in the car in silence. Then, you had fallen asleep instantly.

The sun was high in the sky when they finally reached Trondheim. Perfect. He parked the car and gently shook you awake. You slowly opened your eyes.

“We’re there, love.”

Rubbing your eyes, you threw a look outside to try and guess where you had stopped.

“We are in Trondheim. Do you want to get a closer look?”

“Why not?” You both exited the car. Harald put his huge backpack on and he gave you yours.

“First stop?”

“Lead the way, Sir.” He kissed you softly and took you by the hand. You stopped in front of a huge cathedral.

“Wow…this is beautiful”. You whispered, in awe.

“It is, isn’t it? This is the Nidaros Cathedral. Want to get inside?”

“Please.” You almost pleaded. The moment you set a foot inside the Cathedral, you were amazed by its architecture, a beautiful mix of Roman and Gothic styles.

“It was built from 1080 to 1300 and had been the place where the Norwegian Kings are crowned since the Middle Ages.”

He knew he had captured your interest, then. You were really fond of history.

“So, Harald V was crowned here?” You asked and he nodded. “I guess it means that you would be crowned in this Cathedral if you ever became Harald VI, King of all Norway.”

Harald rolled his eyes. “You definitely watch this show too much.”

But he liked it as well and the way you would compare his life to the ‘real’ Harald’s life. He did not mind because he was assuredly more in luck than the lonely king you were so fond of.

Harald let you wander around the place and take a lot of pictures. He sometimes added some historical comments to which you listened intently. When you went out, it was noon. Your stomach grumbled loudly.

“What?” You said when you saw he was smiling. “You woke me up really early and I did not have time to eat. I’m hungry.”

“Then I think you will like our next stop.”

To your surprise, Harald did not take the direction of the town center. “Don’t worry.” He explained when he saw your interrogative stare. “I know a better place than here. The town is really nice, and I promise we will come back someday, but it is too noisy for what I have in mind.”

You went back to the car. Harald drove for a few miles before parking in a beautiful green valley full of trees surrounded by a lake.

“Let me introduce you to the Golden Road or as we call it, Gyldne Omvei.”

“Harald, this is breathtaking.” He chuckled lightly and kissed your forehead.

“Let’s go get some lunch.”

You found yourself in front of a nice little restaurant, Gulburet. Inside, it looked like a farm. It was warm and cozy.

A middle-aged plump woman welcomed you. “Hallo, vellkommen.”

You let Harald do the talking then you sat down at a nice wooden table.

“I know it’s not much but I can assure you will like it. The food is really good and they have a lot of Norwegian specialties.”

“My dear, dear King Harald…” You set a comforting hand on his. “I love it. You couldn’t have pleased me more.”

They were served different homemade meals: soup, bread, goat cheese from the local farms and a large piece of Fyrstekake, an almond and cardamom pie. The meal was simple but absolutely delicious.

Afterwards, he watched with a tender smile as you listened to the stories told by the host, giving a good impression of farm life over a 100 years ago. The stories, told in English especially for you, had caught your attention and you were listening to every word that came out of her mouth. It was a relief to see you so enthusiast about something after the troubled times you had to go through.

When the story was finished, you fiercely hugged him. Harald simply hugged you back and you stayed there for a while, enjoying each other’s embraces.

“Ready for more?”

You tilted your head upwards to look him in the eye. “We are not done?”

He shook his head. “Far from it. Brace yourself though because there will be a lot of walking.”

He let go of you and handed you your backpack. “Argh walking?”

“Yes, grumpy girl.” He kissed the tip of your nose. “I promise you won’t regret it though.”

He was right, you did not regret it. Harald took you to Inderøy where you visited two medieval churches and there also was a lot of hiking. It did not bother you. The trails were not that difficult to walk on and the landscape was so beautiful. It was this wonderful mixture of valleys and mountains, green and blue in front of your eyes with every step you took. That could easily make you forget you had been walking for hours.

“And there’s our final stop.”

You lifted your head at Harald’s words. The sun was slowly setting down on the valley, its numerous colors being reflected in the lake downwards.

Lost in the amazing view the Norwegian landscapes were offering, you did not hear Harald coming near you. He circled your waist and set his head on your left shoulder.

“You like that?” He kissed your ear, tickling your skin with his beard.

“It’s wonderful”. You whispered, putting your hands over his. “This day was wonderful…thank you.”

“Everything for you, my sweet…and I’m not quite done yet.”

He made you turn around and you discovered he had set down a whole picnic on a blanket.

You looked at him, amazed.

“So that’s what you’ve been hiding in this huge thing all day.” You exclaimed and lightly punched his shoulder.

“What can I say? I’m a man full of surprises.”

He helped you sit down on the blanket and took place near you. Then he filled two glasses with champagne before giving you one.

“Gratulerer med dagen, my love.” His glass clinked with yours.

You watched him closely, tilting your head on the side. “You just wished me a happy birthday, right?” He nodded. “Harald, thank you for today, for all of this. I didn’t know I needed it but it helped a lot.”

As you took a sip of champagne to fight back the emotions that were invading your heart, Harald squeezed your hand to comfort you.

“You don’t have to thank me. I did it gladly and I would do it again without a hesitation. Losing someone is never easy and it also made me realize how unbearable it would be for me if I lost you. I could not imagine my life without you. In fact, I want to tell the whole world that you are mine as much as I am yours.”

You gasped as Harald pulled a little velvety box from his pocket.

“Harald, are you…?”

He opened the box to reveal a white gold ring set with diamonds. “Y/N, will you marry me?” He asked with his deep hoarse voice that always sent shivers running down your spine.

“Oh…err…of course. Yes! Yes! I will marry you!”

Your half full glass fell on the blanket as you threw yourself in his arms. You exchanged a few kisses, laughing and crying at the same time. Then Harald put the engagement ring on your finger. You admired it, your eyes still full of tears.

You looked at your Northern man before saying “Jeg elsker deg*, my King.” His eyes widened so much you laughed. “Yes, I did some research. I can speak Norwegian too, you know.”

He chuckled. “Jeg elsker deg også**, my Queen.”

* Jeg elsker deg: Je t’aime

** Jeg elsker deg også: Je t’aime aussi

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#vikings #fanfiction #sydneysbirthday #harald finehair #harald x reader #King Harald #fluff #birthday fic

[imaginesmai]

Thor - New Asgard

Requested by anon C from my Fluff Alphabet. Since you didn’t really said if you wanted a descripition or a small fic, I made a small fic! I hope you like it!

Plot: life in New Asgard is peaceful, but the past always comes back.

“This is ridiculous” you sighed frustrated, even if you knew you weren’t trying at your fullest. “Another night with no bites. I don’t know why I even try any more. I can’t provide for us, we’re gonna die”

You squeezed yourself between Thor and the wooden rail, that let you enjoy the beautiful sight of the Norwegian countryside in front of you. Instinctively, he opened his right arm and let you cuddle against the plush of his body, resting your head against his shoulder. He smelt weirdly well, something between pine and nature.

Affection was something hard to show those days; or years. It felt wrong to do so, while the rest of the humanity cried for their lost ones. But Thor chuckled, and you felt a twinge of guilt at the affection pulling at your heart.

“It’s not necessary, you know that” Thor teased. “I called Domino’s five minutes ago”

“Forgive me for trying to eat something healthy for once”

“If we did, you wouldn’t be cuddling me so much”

You swallowed your smile and hugged his middle close. Since the last Thanos attack, Thor had been having a hard time. Which meant that his muscles and tamed beard was gone, and instead came his soft belly and big thighs. That wasn’t necessary bad, because he could still carry you around when you were too tired to talk and his cuddles were no longer interrupted by you being uncomfortable with his hard muscles.

Thor was more than happy to be able to make you smile in times like that, and if it meant he had to eat more than usual, he was happy to complain.

A soft breeze made your hair move with the wind, and Thor’s fuzzy jacket seemed the most perfect thing in the world. Your hand made its way under it, and Thor chuckled.

“Make yourself comfortable, my lady”

“I am. Very, actually” you hummed. “When is the delivery guy coming?”

“Give it one thirty at least”

Living away from the world had its pecks, too. You had to drive one hour to go to the nearest supermarket, the closet thing you had similar to internet was an old rusty TV with a game console, and the telephone didn’t work. The good thing was, that after everything that had happened, you had time to heal.

It was silent for a while in New Asgard, the kind people who inhabited the small village ready to go home and rest with his families.

Thor reached to gingerly brush your hair being your ears, his fingers threading in your hair in a way that lingered several beats too long.

“Everything will be alright” he assured you, even if you had not said anything.

“I don’t know if that’s true” you said, voice muffled by his jacket. “You’re leaving”

The truth that had been dying to leave your lips since the first moment in the morning had finally done it, and you didn’t feel an inch better. Thor knew that you had heard the conversation about reversing the snap, and the possibility of him leaving New Asgard to travel back in time. In your opinion, he had everything he needed there; he had you, a new village to rule and people who were faithful, who didn’t blame him for what happened to their planet. But Thor was, Thor. Precious, hurting, beautiful and sweet. He had been your guardian angel since you met in Odin’s palace for the first time, when you were just a mere visitor to the castle. And you had never known a more selfless person.

You leaned in, his beard tickling your face as you very timidly brushed your lips against his. It was too bushy and made you itch.

Thor watched you with sad, wise eyes. You had had the argument about him leaving that morning, early in the sunrise when he had woken up to an empty bed. And even if it pained you, you knew he was right.

“I’m sorry” you mumbled. “I didn’t – you know I don’t like it. But I understand it”

He cupped your face, pulling you back against his face as he opened his mouth to you, kissing you harder. His teeth scrapped against your bottom lip and your heart leapt into your throat. Your fingers threaded into his messy braids and, as he came up for air, you rested your foreheads together. His blue and brown eyes both seemed to twinkle at you.

“I’ll be back” he promised you, again. “I’m not gonna be defeated three times by him.”

“And I bet he doesn’t want to see me angry. He better not touch a hair of your beard”

“Will tell him that” Thor roared with a loud laugh. “They won’t stand a chance against you, my love”

The argument about letting you fight poked at your tongue, but you swallowed it before you could say anything. Thor had already lost so much, that you understood that he couldn’t stand the sight of you in the battlefield.

You lifted your legs to strangle him completely. Arms around his neck, noses inches apart, everything seemed to be on its right path. His soft belly got in the way, but instead of being an obstruction, it was like a fluffy cushion to rest on. Thor’s hand rested on your ass, making you inch closer until you could kiss again.

Desperately, you didn’t want it to feel like it was your last one. So you enjoyed it like if you were just two lovers before going to bed. The sun was almost down by then, and there was not a single sound. But you didn’t move, only your lips against him.

When you stopped, you didn’t return to your original place by his side, but turned your head to tuck it between his shoulder and neck, placing there a small affectionate peck. Thor rested one of his arms on your thigh and hugged your waist with the other. The sea rocking you both to sleep was the only thing in the background.

“I’m going to fix everything” Thor talked again. You took a second to cherish the king that laid behind his words, that was just barely resuscitation with the new opportunity. “And then I’m going to teach you how to fish properly”

“And we’re going to make homemade pizzas” you added, smiling with your eyes closed.

Thor hummed in approbation and closed his eyes too.

You ended up falling asleep on him, dreaming briefly about a world where Thor wouldn’t have to go to war for the third time. Where Loki was still alive and pranking both of you with the meanest pranks, only to go soft once you talked to him seriously. A world where everyone had a chance to live, lucky enough to be together like Thor and you. In your dream, there were smiles and laughs, people being happy and Thor gripping your hand.

There was no pain or suffering, no tears shared late at night or screams at the deaths. Only love, Thor and happiness.

You woke up by voices, and when you opened your eyes, you saw Thor accepting the pizzas with one hand while still holding you with the other. And you smiled, because you were sure that your king would fix everything and come back home.

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Miraculous Team and the Batboys- Mundane Monday and Plot is Connecting Maybe

HEY so thank you all for waiting, puppy plus work being mobbed is hell, so this took forever to get brain power to write... oh well.

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Marinette was on guard when she came into class. Her meeting of the “End Gabriel Agreste” Club with its core four members—herself, Chloe, Nino and Sabrina—went well. They were now 15% away from their goal.

Apparently Felix snatched up 3% on his own and gave it to MDC while she was away. Apparently it was his way of a peace offering… or a bribe not to kill him on sight. She wasn’t sure which… yet.

Properly awake and with her favorite drink (blend of dark roast, cream and a tiny bit of Energy Mayhem Special) she was good for the day. Everyone had their usual orders in their seats.

She raised an eyebrow when she noticed a text from Red Robin on her phone, currently a rose and bird emoji label.

RR: So, scale of one to ten, how bad is it if I accidently figured out your partner?

Marinette took a deep breath at that, checked the classroom (Nino was off with Kitty Section debating how to fix the ‘off’ bit of the rift in Rose’s latest song—something about it not ‘punching right’ and Luka being busy with his other band, Chloe and Sabrina were currently fighting Bustier in her office, Alya was conspiring with the Girl Squad on Lila’s end since she wasn’t in, Max and Kim were obviously eavesdropping on that conversation while Nathaniel was off in his own world). Damian still hadn’t come in, and Adrien wasn’t in yet… she wondered if her Chaton was going to sleep in for once.

LB: Please tell me you haven’t told your team

She kept her breathing steady, not letting panic overtake. That would alert people she didn’t want knowing, to looking, which leads to suspecting and rumors and theories and she’d like to avoid that entirely—especially since she still can’t really lie.

RR: I have a feeling you would kick us all out if I did, so I haven’t.

Marinette sighed, tension leaving her shoulders.

LB: Good. Keep it that way as long as you can, okay?

RR: They’re detectives, once they have the pieces they’ll put it together… also, why is your team so easy to figure out?

Marinette winced at that.

LB: Dumb Magic Rules.

Like the one that training a wielder young will prevent corrupting them to use it for personal gain. Like the one where a Guardian cannot be a True Guardian until they connect to the entire Box or Set of kwami. Like the one where Fu can’t give up being Guardian until she’s fully fledged… and that means until she can reclaim the Nooroo and Dusuu and heal Dusuu’s miraculous. That when she does—when she does Fu is gone.

She kept her breathing steady. nothing that they wouldn’t see as Typical Marinette Fretting Over Orders… not that they knew she had those cleared for the month.

“Good morning Dupain Cheng.”

She put her phone away easily, quick to keep up Typical Marinette (no plotting or superheroing here, just Typical Marinette, Baker’s Daughter and Keeper of Secret Drink Menu).

“Hi Damian, how was your weekend?”

“Annoying.” She winced at that. He didn’t exactly have friends here, and time differences are a horrible strain on them… Maybe Ladybug should keep an eye on him… just in case. “I hope yours was adequate.”

She was really wondering who taught him French today… he was being less him and more… stuffy than usual.

“I just needed some time away...” Honestly, she needed a lifetime away from Bustier and Hawkmoth… Lila was manageable (now).

“I am glad you were able to then.”

She was wondering where her deskmate went and why he wasn’t looking at her… Maybe she overdid it last week? She—no. She is stopping her analysis brain from going off and---

“Hello Marinette,” grinned obviously Not-Adrien. Seriously—how did they all fall for it back then? Body language, facial tics, accent—its all wrong.

She narrowed her eyes, not aware that Damian was doing the same beside her.

“Aw, didn’t you miss me?”

Nino came over then, scrunching up his nose as they both could tell Fake Adrien Agreste from the real one with ease now.

“What are you doing here,” Nino was definitely tired… He was not applying his sleep schedule quiz results at all. She was so lecturing him… lunch. She could pencil it in for lunch after wrecking Felix for taking Adrien’s place for the day.

“Oh, good to see I-Love-You Girl isn’t the only one that grew a brain since I last saw you all.” Felix raised an eyebrow at Damian, lingering. Plotting. “You’re new.”

“American Transfer, leave him out of whatever’s going on in that thing you call a brain.” Marinette was not going to deal with an akuma over this. Nope. She was not dealing with that again—or a series of Akuma… God she was going to kill Felix personally if he did. Chloe was untouchable as the Mayor’s daughter, but him? She could take him down again.

“And where’s my bro?”

“Your precious Ladybug,” He sneered, “didn’t cast whatever she did last time, and he’s home sick since his allergies are acting up. I figured it’d be as good a time as any to pull our old switcheroo to keep his Father-Farthest away.”

Marinette twitched at that. She knew she was forgetting something… She sent a quick text to Red Robin.

LB: Why didn’t you tell me it was Mr. Pigeon irl, not video!

RR: …you thought I figured it out from a video?

Marinette rolled her eyes openly at her phone, ignoring Nino as he threatened Felix with his own brand of Bro Shovel Speech.

LB: detectives, most of our battles are caught a decent amount on video, and most of Paris knows that Mr. Pigeon makes him sneeze. Really not a hard recon.

RR: I think you are overestimating my willingness to watch amateur video at length when I can outsource.

Marinette huffed at that.

LB: So you trusted them to not miss major clues when you were all working on different things and would miss key connections?

RR: we’re on the same page as a team. Plus, I get better info filtered with my apps

LB: Magic Fucks Things Up

RR: I’ve noticed.

She looked up to see Damian staring ahead, and wondered if she did something, or didn’t or—NO! Bad Marinette—no going down Rumination Ruin until its time to sleep. She needs daytime for Plotting, Nighttime for Anxiety and Regrets to run wild.

She kept her attention forward when class began, pointedly Not Talking To The Gremlin but not busting him either—she wasn’t going to get Adrien in trouble. Bustier may not notice the abuse signs, but a few other teachers had, and were given the ‘heads up’ by Nino and Chloe and Sabrina.

Lila was the only one unaware of the switch when she left during lunch to drop off a few deliveries her parents asked her to handle when the rush hit. Mostly to one elderly home, and one to her favorite Rescues Only center.

(if she was seen cooing at Lord Murder—yes she knows that’s a Bad Name but the giant kitty amputee was named that years ago before she was found and stubbornly refuses all other names. So, Lord Murder (Never Lady, she hisses at that) it was.)

She blinked when she saw Damian walk in on her checking the Lord Murder’s prosthetic.

“Hey Damian.”

“Dupain Cheng.”

Marinette nodded in acknowledgement and hoped he didn’t catch her calling Lord Murder “the lord and master of murder, the most deadly kitty in existence, and yes, clearly the most cunning of kitties to manage to scratch Mean ol’ Jean with the new paw when it doesn’t even have claws, because you are The Lord Murder, kitty of cuteness and wrath to all unwanted bath times.”

He was watching her then. “Lord likes you.”

Marinette raised an eyebrow, as yes, her favorite rescue (sorry Chat) likes her. She’s the one who argued them into letting them try out prosthetics and handled the funding (officially as MDC) and may have gone overboard on checking everything from the fits and materials and… yeah, okay, she could admit that the giant fluffy Norwegian Forest home in a millisecond if it wasn’t for the health code violation (soon… Gina mentioned she might stop renting out her old house soon as the current group was only a quick temp and she didn’t want someone else living there that wasn’t like family… and something about her Lost Son using it for the moment. Maybe she could convince Maman and Papa to let her do house sitting is she breaks out the Kitten Eyes.)

“Yes. Yes she does.”

Then Lord slow blinked at Damian. She wasn’t sure if she sould be offended or worry her favorite might be adopted by someone else, or glad that it was a serial pet adopter that actually took care of their pets and would be just as nuts as her about making sure Lord Murder was happy and healthy.

“I see she likes you too.”

She could feel Tikki dying in her bag… yes, she was being… awkward. She got it…

“Anyways, I should get going, still have a delivery to do and all so…”

She didn’t, she just really had no idea how to broach the Awkward that was Damian Greyson at the moment.

“See you tomorrow.”

That got him to pause. “Tomorrow?”

“Uh, gymnastics for the rest of the day, making up for what I missed so…”

“If you see the Other Grayson, tell him he is not to hug you.”

Marinette raised an eyebrow. “I…” Brother, father, maybe cousin or legal guardian or friend of his father’s. Too many possibilities, too much to spiral on that she can’t right now. SO.

“O. okay then.”

“Good.”

Marinette waited for him to leave the room, looking at a Too Amused Lord Murder.

“Don’t you start with me, I know I’m a mess on a good day. And no, I’m not overthinking this time Lord, I’m planning, there’s a difference… And no, its not an Alya Plot.”

Those went sideways too fast.

She left with ease and froze at the text from Red Robin.

RR: Can we meet up tonight? No traces that way.

She sent a time and place and –If no akumas happen.

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THANK YOU ALL FOR WAITING. it has been a hellish time at work and extra shifts and war-zone lately on top of Precious Puppy Bonding and Care. As always, edits when I can get there and any comments or things you'd like to see expanded on more, leave a comment and I'll try to work it in if it flows.

As you can see, Plot Lines are converging soon.

Big Question though--what kind of Lila Exposed By Class do we want/are angling for? I can go legal or social backlash, blacklisting from Agreste brand, or some combo, or keep it a background element as I don't like how cannon Lila is written and the characters altered to make her bad lies work, so...

Other inquiry--do we want Dick to see Marinette take down someone (probably trying to rob her) on her way out of her gymnastics place on her way home using a few Obviously MIxed Gymnastics and Specific Brand of Martial Arts that feels oddly familiar to Nightwing who tells Red Robin and for him to groan as 'Coffee Angel, Why!' and then the next day its 'oh. Coffee Angel is also That Woman's Granddaughter. It all makes Sense now.' (as i hc Gina as probably busting a few drug, weapons, and human trafficking rings on occasion as how she met Jason back in the day) OR for him to only see the end as Nightwing and stare as she took them down and used her earbuds as 'makeshift handcuffs' while she's calling Sabrina as "I'm fine, no dodged their hits and yes i didn't get gassed this time... yes I'll let the medics look me over and no i'm not going to vanish before they get here unless Akuma, Yes if that happens i'll go to the hospital after--Look, i think i saw a shadow just move. I'm going on Akuma-mode now so... Thanks!" before running to meet up with Red Robin and have it take meeting Gina and looking between Gina and Marinette and how she responds to Jason trying to spar with her and then it clicks? I can go either way, but... Tim figures them out quick and straight up says at one point "I mean, Queen Bee after Style Queen, inverse colors... I've seen the multiverse, I had her pegged after seeing her in the bakery last week." All while Not Telling The Bats as Marinette's team doesn't even know and he has a feeling (correctly) she'll react Badly if she isn't the one to tell him before he comes clean, and ears her bolting as 'no support, team leader, and often absentee and likely disabled mentor, civilian life was a wreck for two years and her civilian safety net is only JUST reforming... hm. That's Famil--Oh.... well... wait until trust is there and let her move on that front, try not to set her off and offer help in what she'll allow--or risk pissing off the demi-goddess of creation and his Coffee Angel. Which he'd like to avoid, please and thank you.

Yeah, Tim is definitely going to Project on Marinette in this.

Also, I see Jason or Dick as Getting Marinette is InvolvedTM next... and Damian being the one to confirm the suspicions.

Prefer Jason Big Brothering or Dick "New Sister Mode Engaged" to suspect she's a temp hero? (Jason via Have You Seen Her in a Spar--and it's Gina's Granddaughter vs Dick 'Her Moves are Too Familiar, Maybe Ladybug uses her as a Body Double and trains her?' as the first Suspicion Arisen among the Bats.

#maribat #daminette idea au #miraculous team and batboys #my writing #my writings #how do you tag #long post

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My Twisted Wonderland Ocs Bio

Note: My Two TW OC’s are based on the sun drop flower and moonstone from tangled. ~

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Quote: “The moon speaks yet the sun is silence...only hears my voice with no reply.”

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Full name: Opal Lucine Stone ( オパール ルシネ 石)

Kanji: 音��瑠 琉志安 寿都音

[O] 音- sound, pitch, tone

[Pa] 羽- plumage, feathers

[L] 瑠 - lapis lazuli

[Lu] 琉- lapis lazuli

[Ci] 志- intention

[Ne] 安- peaceful

[S] 寿- longevity

[To] 都-metropolis

[Ne] 音- sound, pitch, tone

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Meaning of Opal: Gem or jewel

Meaning of Lucine: Moon or light

Nickname: Ms. Stone (address to all her students), Ms. Opal (address to college staff), Opi (address to Cyra)

Age: 27 (physical age)

Birthday: October 18

Zodiac Sign: Libra

Status: Alive

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Height: 5’5

Weight: unknown

Hair color: Opal

Eye color: Grey

Blood Type: O

Occupation: Literature Teacher at night raven college (Masters degree on English Literature)

Personality: Serious, Cold, responsible, respected, strict, smart, heartwarming, elegant, friendly, neat, and sometimes mysterious

Languages: Norwegian & Japanese

Studying languages: French & Spanish

Relatives: Sun (mother), Moon (father), Cyra (younger sister), Nova (???)

Crush: Divus Crewel

Hobbies: Writing poems, spells, and studying other languages

Favorite Food: unknown

Strengths: leadership, challenged, determine, creative, success

Flaws: Sometimes a hermit, worry, sometimes not organized, not sleeping early, cyra’s permission on begging, stubborn, self-distance sometimes, overprotected, frights, tricks, and afraid of mistakes.

Any scars, birthmarks, etc: None

Trivia:

-Most of the nights, opal has a conversation with his father talking about her days at school and Cyra’s usual adventures.

-Every night opal goes to check on Cyra to see everything is alright. She’s overprotected over Cyra.

-She sometimes goes overboard when she caught her students not paying attention to class or not doing their work. She summon these rock spikes when she’s in a very bad mood. You do not wanna piss her off while she’s teaching. Strict mode level survival.

-She’s right handed.

-She will always be interested to learn more about anything and talks about it too. Pretty much a nerd I guess ^.^”

-In magic, she usually control elemental powers like water, earth, and ice. And a slinch of dark magic. Not too much or her inner dark powers takes over. Tried to learn fire but failed.

-After the split as nova, she can no longer hear or communicate her mother. The sun. Only she could hear her father, the moon.

-Can summon rock spikes with or without her chants. No wand required.

-Sense her sisters presents with her moonstone earrings. Glows if Cyra use her dark magic.

-Both Opal and Cyra don’t discuss their past to no one, their hidden powers, Nor as nova.

Quote: “I always ended up learning something new today. I want this exploration to surprise me with a bang! ~”

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Full name: Cyra Lily Stone (シラ ゆり 石)

Kanji: 詩蘭 利利

[Cy] 詩- Poem

[Ra] 蘭- Orchid

[Li] 利-cleaver, adventurous

[Iy] 利- cleaver, adventurous

[S] 寿- longevity

[To] 都-metropolis

[Ne] 音- sound, pitch, tone

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Meaning to Cyra: Sun, lord, or throne.

Meaning to lily: Flower

Nickname: Cy (addressed to opal), Ms. Cyra (addressed to teachers and staff), Sunshine (Vil)

Age: 17 (physical age)

Birthday: October 18

Zodiac Sign: Libra

Status: Alive

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Height: 5’4

Weight: unknown

Hair color: Medallion Yellow faded to light blonde

Eye color: Brown

Blood Type: O

Occupation: 2nd Year at Night Raven College

Dorm: Pomefiore

Personality: Curious, creative, adventurous, smart, bright, happy, friendly, cheerful, open minded and shy sometimes

Languages: Norwegian & Japanese

Studying languages: French & Spanish

Relatives: Sun (mother), Moon (father), Opal (Older sister), Nova (???)

Crush: Vil Schoenheit

Hobbies: singing and spells

Favorite Food: unknown

Strengths: Mannered, responsible, kind, freewill, fun, supporter, and challenged

Flaws: Daydream, stubborn, sometimes gets herself in trouble, not asking for help, distraction, doubts, awkward, lies, habits and childish sometimes

Any scars, birthmarks, etc: none

Trivia:

-During daytime when she’s alone, she speaks to her mother the sun. Telling her adventurous days and her friends. Along with opal.

-After the split as nova, she can no longer hear or communicate her father. The moon. Only she could hear her mother, the sun.

-Right handed

-Sometimes Cyra tap in her dark powers, she calls them the reverse chant which it connect to opals powers. However it goes dark, forbidden and dangerous. Simular to nova’s power before the split. She can’t control it thus opal helps her control it. Using her black rock chant. Only use her reverse chant on dangerous situation.

-Extrovert

-Sense her sisters presents with her sun stone necklace.

-In magic, she usually control elemental powers like fire, earth, and a bit of dark. Not too much or her inner dark powers takes over. Tried to learn water and ice but failed.

-Loves anything that has to do with fluffy stuff

-Animal lover

-Hidden power, healing. No wand required.

-Both Cyra and Opal don’t discuss their past to no one, their hidden powers, Nor as nova.

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Opal and Cyra’s Background: The tear of the sun and moon, falls into earth and creates one human being. They call her “nova”. Nova was curious about everything she sees, touches, everything. She communicates the sun and the moon about what she learned, about things she sees, her feelings, everything!! Every village she goes to, people welcome her with open arms, along with that she learns about the world, people, cultural, magic, everything. However this price were the sun and the moon emerge their powers into one is quite, dangerous. While growing up, her powers gets stronger and not easy to control. One day while helping a few villagers on farming, all of the sudden her powers starts to go haywire and burn the stock. A few homes, injuring people. Nova was devastated and was crying apologetically for all the damage she’s done. Every villager was in rage and kicked her out, she grab her stuff and ran off in fright. Words spread fast and every villager home, are in fear or angered. Calling her witch. “No need a witch in our home, you are cursed.” The bright women lost trust in people, weep for this pain to go away.

Meanwhile the sun and moon felt guilt that her daughter are going some difficult times. Blaming at theirselves for creating a life that they wanna share in a world we’re other life forms could enjoy. “I learned so much about the humans while observing them from the distance. I wanted to be part of their world but I can’t. I am a planet. A moon. And the sun. We gave a piece of us to that world and everyone is afraid of it...” moon said. “The world is not ready for that but I don’t want our daughter to suffer. What if we split the powers into two?” The moon looks at the sun in surprise: “Two? Would that problem be worse for our daughter?” “No, It’s overwhelmed that she has to hold our powers but if she split into two. One will hold the sun and the other the moon.” The moons is flabbergasted by the sun response but has a problem. “If we proceed of doing that, would her memories fade? And one or the other won’t hear us?” While thinking out loud, they didn’t notice their daughter was hearing the conversation, “I’ll do it. I don’t want people to hate me or cause any danger to anyone. If this is the only way I’ll do it. Please mother. Please father. I want this nightmare to end.” In conclusion, the sun and moon agreed and asked nova to chant for the split to start: “

“Listen to my voice. We are the sun and moon. We want the world in peace,

till the end of time..We will balance the chains. With our powers of light and dark. Our fate rely on me,till the end of time.

Till the end of time.”

The chant worked, before splitting she calls her sun half Cyra Lily Stone. And her Moon half Opal Lucine Stone. “Remember our memories, don’t let it fade. Be peace and no harm. Wise but no evil. It will be a struggle but please be together as one....” she splits and two emerges. The moon speaks to her daughters: “Opal, your sister won’t hear me. And so as Cyra speaking to your mother. We don’t want you to suffer no more. Second chance of life we gave. Be wise but no evil.” Opal looks up to her father: “We won’t screw this up, we’ll have a better life and make you and mother proud!!” Cyra looks up and speaks: “What opal said, we’ll control it!!” After the talk opal and Cyra got up and walked away. Put their horrible memories passed them and moved on. Ended up finding a home to stay and re try to fit in. Opal was interested in English literature so she pursuit her career. While Cyra was in home school, Opal was teaching her everything what she’s has to know and importantly controlling each other’s powers. 7 years passed and opal received a masters degree on literature and started to looking for a job soon as possible. While Cyra was wondering around the village looking at stuff her eye catches. Opal met this man named Ashton Vargas outside her hometown while searching for a job, he recommended night raven college since according to him, his headmaster are hiring some staff who are either have a bachelors or a masters degree on any teaching majors he’s looking for. Opal accepted the offer and went to college to talk to the headmaster. She got accepted and had to move in. She told Cyra the news but Cyra wanted to come. Opal Lied to her saying it’s private college and won’t allow outsiders to visit. She left with her belongings but Cyra followed her. Cyra got distracted and when she looked back, her sister is gone. While trying to remain calm, something knocked her off . Leaving her unconscious, once waking up...her life is about to get more interesting and adventurous. As for opal: students to teach and headaches.

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Opal & Cyra Outfits~

#twisted wonderland oc #stone sisters #opal lucine stone #cyra lily stone #Will add Chibis Overbolts and Outfits later on #twst #twst oc #Twisted Wonderland OC

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A modern Agnarr & Iduna AU for @the-spastic-fantastic

and the last day of Agduna Week, organized by @queen-iduna-of-arendelle and @legacy-from-lies Thank you! I am excited to have new fic to catch up on!

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They took a trip to Norway for their fifth anniversary.  Really it was a honeymoon; after their wedding ceremony on a Saturday, Iduna went back to residency on a Monday.  And then it was boards and the pediatric clinic right afterwards. Sometimes she bemoaned the holidays built into Agnarr’s high school teaching schedule and the freedom it gave him to research vacations and read for pleasure and not get vomited on.

“I think that just means I picked the right job. We're not royalty. You didn't have to choose medicine like your father." He rubbed her feet and brought her dinner; one long shift was about to bleed into another and she too often forgot to eat and depended on a Coca-Cola and a Cliff bar to make it through.

 But he knew she was good at it; she already had a reputation for instinctive diagnoses and had caught appendicitis twice based on nothing more than "my tummy hurts." He was proud of her work and of her, and if they had to wait five years to celebrate their wedding, he would make it an amazing trip.

 Which was how they ended up in Norway, a place both had longed to see after reading A Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Slartibartfast won an award for it; it had to be good.  And Agnarr had some ancestors who had emigrated from there in the 1800s. He liked the idea of seeing the land his forefathers had left.

 In the days preceding, he read aloud from Hans Christian Andersen as Iduna packed her bag. After wearing a long coat everyday to work, she was enjoying picking out clothes.  She paused in her folding, head tilted. "He's Danish, not Norwegian."

 He stopped reading, his glasses falling down on the bridge of his nose. She knew this look of patient exasperation was one he gave to his students. "I'm claiming all of Scandinavia as my birthright." He pushed his glasses back up and she saw the corner of his mouth twitch into a smile as he smoothed his beard, trying to disguise it.

 "Ok, my king. Please proceed if it pleases you." She bowed solemnly and he continued to read: mermaids and snow queens and ugly ducklings.

 They saw the fjords from a terrible boat ride that made Iduna seasick and hiked to waterfalls that made them both gasp at the sheer beauty of it all. They climbed to the top of a lighthouse that thrilled them with windy views and delicious salt air.  They rode on docile Fjord horses and then joined a group of retirees for a Northern Lights excursion, their hands curled around mugs of hot chocolate that Iduna was more excited about than the astral splendor they had stayed up half the night to watch. 

 "Ag, there are hunks of dark chocolate in this.  Entire pieces." She moaned and he laughed.

 "Glad to know both the chocolate and I elicit the same physical reaction in you."

 She snuggled closer, her hand high up on his thigh. "Oh let's freak out all of these old people on vacation. Quick, put the blanket over us and we can pretend to get up to something."

 "Just pretend?" He asked, eyebrow raised. She laughed at that, and then gave a shriek of protest when he leaned over and took a large gulp of her hot chocolate.

 He gasped "Hot!"

 "Serves you right!" She covered his mouth with a kiss, and whispered into it. "Trust me, I'm a doctor. I know how to kiss it and make it better."

 She loved the loved lingonberry jam at their bed and breakfast which made it all the more heartbreaking when she threw up her toast from just smelling the lutefisk on Agnarr's plate.

 "How can you eat that? You know they use lye, right? The same stuff that murderers use to dissolve dead bodies?"

 Agnarr choked a little and put the fish down. "I think you're making fun of my people. Please, respect my culture."

 "I'm going to respect the heck out of the sauna.  When do we go?"

 Oaken's Sauna had rules posted in English and Norwegian right outside the door. After they stripped to nothing and wrapped fluffy white towels around themselves, Agnarr moved to open the sauna door, but Iduna held him back. 

 "Wait, I haven't finished reading." She put a hand on his shoulder to stop him, enjoying the feel of his bare skin.

 "Anything important?" He turned back around, looking at the sign he had previously ignored.

 "Yes.  Don't let your skin touch the wooden benches, don't stay longer than thirty minutes, leave earlier if you get a headache. Oh, and consult a doctor before going in if you're pregnant."

 "Got it.  Pretty sure I'm not pregnant." He looked at her, expecting to have heard her laughter.

 But she frowned, considering.

 "Are you consulting with yourself? Wait are you - "

 She looked up at him, uncertain. "Well, I don't know that I'm not. I usually know by now that I'm not. "

 He suddenly felt like he was already in the sauna, sweaty and lightheaded, but also thrilled with the possibility of something new. "Maybe we should...find out?"

 "I’m probably not.  I would know, right? I would feel it, even this early? Or have noticed? Implantation bleeding? Cramping?” she was talking faster with each new thought. “I've been told I’m the best diagnostician in the clinic; how do I not know this?"

 Agnarr put his hands around her waist. “We passed a pharmacy on the way over. I’ll go run back and get a test. Stay here, and relax. Maybe even in the sauna. I’m sure five minutes won’t be a problem.”

 She looked at him, horrified. “I don't want to hurt our baby!”

 He shrugged with his shoulders, keeping his hands on her waist. “It would be so early anyway, I'm sure it's fine.”

 She pulled away and shook her head.  He stepped forward, following her, trying to offer his comfort. “It will just give it superpowers or something.”

 “Ag, be serious! If I'm pregnant my first act as a mother can’t be to recklessly disregard our daughter's safety!”

 “Now it's a girl? Is she in college yet?”

 He stopped when he saw that she was actually worried.  He led her back to the changing room where they put their clothes back on and walked to the drugstore, and then to the bed and breakfast for Iduna to take the test.

 He stood next to her, running the tap to make it easier to go under pressure.

 She peed, and he set a timer on his phone for three minutes.  She turned the stick over in her hand so she wouldn’t watch it as it made the declaration of “pregnant” or “not pregnant.”

 “I know we stopped trying to not get pregnant. But I didn’t think it might happen so fast. Are you ready for this?”

 “Iduna, I’m ready for anything with you. If it happens now, that’s great.  If it takes longer, that’s fine too.” He paused. “Are you ready?”

 She smiled, somewhat unsteadily. “Yes, I’m ready.”

 The timer sounded, and Iduna flipped the test over. “Gravid? What does that mean?” She showed it to Agnarr.  “What does it mean?!”

 “I have no idea.  Hold on, I’ll type it into google.” He fumbled with his phone, and she grabbed his leg.

 “Why don’t you speak the language of your people?!”

 “I’m from New Jersey.  I’ve learned more Italian through osmosis than Norwegian from my ancestors.  Google is going to have to help us.”

 Iduna stood and washed her hands. “Why is it taking so long? Don’t they have wifi here?”

 “Pregnant. Gravid means pregnant.” He laughed. “You’re pregnant.”

 She laughed in a short burst, and then longer. “I guess I can’t go into the sauna. I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a baby. I’m pregnant!”

 Agnarr lifted her up and spun her around, then set her down with a kiss.

 “That’s good; that’s really good.  I wasn't eager about rolling around in the snow after sweating with a bunch of strangers. But I would like to see you in just a towel again.”

#agduna #agnarr #iduna #modern AU #frozen #mama and papa arendelle #frozen fan fic #agduna 2020 #agduna week 2020

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Obviously no pressure, but if you wanted to share your ideas on house pets, there would be great interest from at least one person. But headcanons are closed and I totally respect that (this very ask aside sorry). No pressure to do anything!!! just wanted to let you know that it seems like fun info.

Sans (Undertale): Strongly inspired by a fantastic fanfiction I can’t recommend enough, he has a cat affectionately named Catsup (Norwegian Forest Cat). Of course he does. Pretty typical story here, he more or less went to a shelter, locked onto the biggest, fattest cat there, and filled out the paperwork to damn her to a life of having a pun for a name. He...may have only gone to the shelter because he was hardcore struggling with depression and his brother read somewhere that pets can help a little, but that's...that’s neither here nor there. Catsup turned out to be a perfect fit for Sans in spite of his initial attitude of, 'I'm only doing this to make Papyrus happy'-- she's probably just about as chill and lazy as the skeleton himself, content to flop over just about anywhere, anytime and hang out. Her laidback nature was a blessing for Sans, a first-time cat-owner who didn't really know what he was doing or what she needed right away. A more high-maintenance cat probably wouldn't have been as forgiving and there'd have been a lot more stress on everybody before he got it figured out. Now, he considers Catsup his best little pal and doesn't even need to be reminded to change out her bowls and her litter. He's surprisingly responsible, when he actually really cares about something.

Catsup’s Quirks: Likes it when you gently slap her belly, always gravitates towards the room with the most people in it, often appears in unusual places that it seems like she shouldn't have been able to get to

Papyrus (Undertale): He...begrudgingly missed working with the Canine Unit once the Royal Guard was officially disbanded... It took him awhile to be able to openly admit he was interested in getting a dog, and when he did, he had standards-- it had to be a smart dog, one that could learn tricks and follow rules, unlike a certain annoying creature that’s plagued his life and home and special attacks in the past!!! So he did a lot of breed research, found a local, ethical breeder for the kind he was looking for, and went to pick out a pup. Spike (Border Collie), so named for his incredible coolness, is a perfect fit for his energetic skeleton friend and loves to run, exercise, and learn new tricks all the time!

Spike’s Quirks: Learned to wipe his feet before coming inside just by watching Papyrus do it, hams up his tricks and sometimes does them without prompting, never leaves the park without an impractically large stick to bring home

Sky (Underswap Sans): You will literally never get him to admit the real reason he got a dog companion because he knows in his heart of hearts that it’s such a silly reason... He saw a video online of a dog delicately eating a watermelon and while most people would’ve had a kneejerk reaction of, “I NEED TEN,” but not gotten any, he had the same reaction and just...talked himself down to one. And so came Poff (Samoyed), a big ol’ floofer who’s a lot like her master when it comes to levels of energy and affection. She’s happy to follow him around on patrols, training sessions, and even through obstacle course...so of course, she tends to get very dirty very quickly. Luckily, Sky’s diligence in grooming her keeps her coat as white and fluffy as her namesake!

Poff’s Quirks:  Loves baths, tap dances at the mention of treats, doesn't chew her toys and just hoards them instead

Paps (Underswap Papyrus): He wasn’t really in the market for a dog, himself. He was just along for the ride when his bro was picking up Poff, when he happened to hear the most hilarious sing-screaming sound he’d ever heard in his life. He followed it all the way to the little fellow who would soon be known as Smoochie (French Bulldog), and he sure seemed upset about...something? He never really figured out why, he was laughing too hard from hearing a sound like that come out of something so small and weird-looking. He didn't try to adopt Smoochie that day, much as he loved his sound, but he found himself going back to the shelter a couple times just to check on and play with him. After two or three months with no one else adopting the little prima-donna, he figured he might as well commit and take him home. He's a fun little dude and Paps hasn't regretted it for a second, but he's forever in denial about just how much of a Dog Dad he's become since. It's totally normal to carry your dog around in the hood of your sweatshirt, isn't it???

Smoochie’s Quirks: Screams a lot, will eat food out of peoples’ hands if they’re not paying attention, jumps higher than it seems like he should be able to

Jasper (Underfell Sans): Like most things in his life, he didn’t put a whole lot of planning or forethought into getting a dog. He was out one night, decently drunk, and a friend of a friend of a friend of a coworker was talking about this dumb dog he had that was supposed to be a guard dog but couldn't do it worth a damn because he was too friendly. The guy was yammering about how to get rid of it and something about that struck a chord with Jasper. It was pretty soon after monsters surfaced and maybe that's why it felt...important to him? He was probably just drunk and emotional and soft that he even stepped in or said anything, but it is what it is. He’s a skilled enough conman that it didn't take him long to talk the guy around in circles until he was willing to pay Jasper for the privilege of taking this animal off his hands and in short order, he was almost bowled over by the big dog that planted its paws on his shoulders at their first meeting. Jasper immediately renamed him from something cliché and 'intimidating' to Tubbs (Rottweiler) for how heavy the goofy bastard was and then brought him right home. His brother wasn't particularly pleased and swore he would not be caring for this beast, but he never had to; Jasper kinda missed having something trusting and affectionate to take care of, and Tubbs has been daddy's little fatty ever since.

Tubbs’ Quirks: Shreds even the heaviest duty toys, lays on people as if he were a lap dog, drools rivers if somebody's eating food around him

Pyre (Underfell Papyrus): Who am I to defy literal years of fanon...? His first meeting with Doomfanger (Persian) was about as clichéd as it gets-- a scrawny, dingy, scraggly and matted cat scurrying out of an alley in the rain. She went right up to him and, well... it was love at first mew. He scooped her right up, bestowed a fittingly intimidating name upon her, and took her home with him, in spite of the fact that she looked more like a mutant rat than a cat at the time. After shaving the mats off, bathing the dirt away, and getting her some regular food, though, Doomy actually ends up being an exceedingly beautiful feline! He credits his attentive care and grooming for her pristine, silvery fluff and will brag about it at a moment's notice, but he's just ever so slightly in denial about her sweet and gentle nature. Doomfanger is a vicious killing machine, a true apex predator that nothing stands a chance against! That's...that’s obviously why he carries her around so much... And why he plucks her away from any other animal that comes near her like some sort of mother hen-- he's minimizing the bloodshed! If he let her loose, there would be no survivors!

Doomfanger’s Quirks: Meows in peeps, avid shadow-chaser, extremely receptive to handling

Mal (Swapfell Sans): Hey, anyone remember FGTC? This one cameo’d in that fic, she may seem familiar~ So...he wanted a pet. At first, he thought a cat would be good, fierce independent hunters that they’re reputed to be...but after spending time with a lot of cats and not really clicking with any, he was forced to concede that he was just more of a dog person. In hindsight, of course that’s what he was looking for: a loyal companion to (literally, ha!) dog his steps and follow his orders. Before he can actually, intentionally start looking for one, though, the universe works its magic and he finds one digging around in the garbage out behind the house. The emergency vet he brings the scarred and skeletal stray to tells him that, judging by her injuries, she was probably bait in some dog-fighting ring somewhere and got thrown away when she wasn’t useful anymore. Well. Fuck that, Princess (Pitbull) deserves better than that, and she’ll have it! He takes on the duty of nursing her back to health and earning her trust and it isn’t long before she shows her true colors as the loviest sweetheart of a dog that ever was. She’s utterly useless as an attack/guard dog, but her barks are loud and intimidating, and she obeys commands at the drop of a hat, so Mal doesn’t hold that against her. She goes with him just about anywhere she’s allowed and he shows her off with the same enthusiasm you’d expect for a pedigreed Best in Show dog.

Princess’ Quirks: Wags with her entire butt, will kiss the moment someone’s face is in range, barks at doorbells both real and on TV

Rus (Swapfell Papyrus): He didn’t mean to get a cat, not really... He was just following along with his brother when Mal was kicking around the idea of getting one, and Mal may not have clicked with anybody there, but he sure did. Actually... Kitkat (Manx) may have picked him and he’s just along for the ride. Kitkat was kinda young at the time, a little smaller than all the rest and also...no tail??? But what a personality, loud and playful and super sweet and...when it was time to leave the shelter, he just...he couldn’t bring himself to do it without her, he was in love! It’s mutual, at least-- she latched right onto him pretty much instantly and is pretty much never not with him whenever he’s at home, following him around from room-to-room.

Kitkat’s Quirks: Bone-rattlingly loud purrs, loves to play fetch, prone to 3AM zest for life and zooming all around the house accordingly

Slate (Horrortale Sans): I actually wrote about this one! But the gist of it is...he likes cats. Eventually got confident enough to go get one and zeroed right in on the weirdest-looking, least adoptable cat in the shelter he volunteers at. Slinky (Cornish Rex) was deaf, kinda ugly, and a whole lotta weird, but hell, she’ll fit right in at home, yeah? And so she does! She wrecks a lotta shit and is loud as hell, but stuff is only stuff and Slate’s never had an issue with noise. Actually...she really helps him out with his sleep and focus issues, it’s hard to drop off or dissociate when you have a cat in your lap, yelling at you at batting your face because it’s Play Time or Dinner Time, wake the fuck up!!! She’s a bastardous gremlin, but he loves her to bits.

Slinky’s Quirks: Clumsy and bad at judging distances, loves ankle-looping, insists on sniffing all people-food but never actually tries to eat it

Papy (Horrortale Papyrus): Following the trauma of the underground and the ensuing massive outpouring of empathy from humanity at large, monsters were made aware of many therapeutic resources that they could take advantage of, one of which was therapy animals. Papy naturally thought this was a wonderful idea...for other monsters, who were of course far more psychologically-damaged and not quite so good at enduring as himself. But...his brother does volunteer at an animal shelter, and he goes to visit him on occasion so he's made friends with a lot of animal people. This is how he hears about a therapy dog in need of a new forever-home due to complicated circumstances with her former owner, and well... it would be rude not to offer the Lady (Borzoi) a place to stay! He’s surprised by her appearance at first, having expected something more like a golden retriever or some kind of shepherd??? But he's very quickly charmed by her and actually feels more than a little bit of kinship with her no stranger to being long and oddly proportioned, himself-- and they're both doing their best to make it look graceful instead of weird. Since Lady proves to be a sweet and gentle-mannered dog, Papy just sort of...never bothers trying to find other accommodations for her. She’s welcomed wholeheartedly into their home, which she repays with plenty of unconditional love and effortless emotional support!

Lady’s Quirks: Spins in circles when excited, very polite when begging for table scraps, never barks but howls often

#cinaminamin #headcanons #undertale #sans #papyrus #underswap #us!sans #us!papyrus #underfell #uf!sans #uf!papyrus #swapfell/fellswap #sf!sans #sf!papyrus #horrortale #ht!sans #ht!papyrus

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Queening a Pawn, 15

Summary: During the Time Heist, Loki stole the Tesseract and escaped. He did not expect, however, to be pulled through a Time Loop that delivered him to a Midgard more than a decade older, wiser, and bitterer. Having just lived through his unsuccessful attack in New York, Loki must learn to live in Midgard after the defeat of Thanos (post-Endgame). The question is, who is Loki without a quest for a throne or total domination?

Pairings: Loki x OC

Notes: I have so much to do! So, of course, I’m procrastinating. Whoop!

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Loki watched closely as Delilah picked up her trilling mobile phone for what was the twelfth time that morning. With a small smile, she read the accompanying text message and then sent back some appropriate response. The phone was back on the coffee table a second later, and she moved her Knight against one of Loki's pawns.

"You're popular today," he mentioned casually, staring over the rim of his coffee cup.

Lilah shrugged. "I guess so." Her phone buzzed with a phone call. She eyed the caller ID and sent Loki a smile. "I have to take this. Don't cheat!"

With little more than a hop, she was on her feet and pacing around his small kitchen with her phone, laughing at something that was said on the other side of the line. Loki narrowed his gaze, pondering what the ruckus could be while he switched her Queen around the board. When she sat back down to the game, she rolled her eyes and righted all of the pieces to their original position.

"Hey, Pygmy Puff?"

Both Loki and Delilah tilted their heads curiously at the sound of Tony's voice. Apparently his AI was learning new tricks.

"Yes, boss?"

"Don't be mad," Tony's voice prefaced, "but something's getting delivered to your place as we speak. It's really pretty, though. I think you'll like 'em."

The woman hesitated before answering. "I thought I told you no more gifting–"

"But it's your–"

"Tony, it's just–"

"Pleeeease," the disembodied voice pleaded until Delilah groaned.

"That's not fair," she argued, but he was still pleading. "Fine. It's fine. You win. Thank you," she acquiesced, knocking one of Loki's bishops off the board.

"You're welcome, Honeybee. Take it easy, you hear!" Tony said a quick farewell before cutting off.

Loki stared curiously at Lilah who anxiously tapped her fingers down on the solid dark oak of the coffee table. He quickly moved his Queen into position. "Checkmate," he announced, easily. "You're off your game today. Everything alright?"

"Yeah, I–"

"Oh," Tony's voice came back in. "And, happy birthday."

Lilah instantly winced at the wide-eyed expression Loki suddenly acquired. "I-it's your birthday? Today's your birthday?"

"I… well… yeah, but… it's," she struggled to find a suitable explanation for failing to mention this important occasion to Loki when she caught the edge of his lips curling upward. "And, you already found out, didn't you?"

He let out a deep chuckle that thrilled and annoyed her in equal measure. "I know everything, darling." With a darkened smile, he stalked forward across the coffee table to the comfortable armchair she was sitting in. Delilah leaned back, swallowing thickly when the demigod did not stop short of her seat, but instead towered over her until her back was pressed against the overstuffed fabric. Loki's lips skimmed her neck as he reached around her, but before he could make any real purchase on her twitching pulse point, he had leaned back, holding a brightly wrapped parcel between them. "Everything," he restated, huskily, drawing a shiver from her spine.

Loki gestured the parcel and Lilah reached for it with timid hands. The box was a cube, perfectly wrapped in shimmering green paper with a golden bow. A tag dangled from the bow declaring To the prettiest of Queened pawns on her natal day with all my love. May your judgement be swift and mercy, eternal. xo. He raised his eyebrows at her when she didn't do anything further than turn the box in her hands.

"It's so pretty," she began, "I don't want to ruin it."

"Aren't you curious?" He asked, teasingly, shifting her aside until he was sat on the armchair with her on his lap. He pressed a kiss to her temple the second she got settled in and sighed. "Don't you want to know what I think is an acceptable gift? You might have your own micronation to take care of now."

"You're really excited about this and I'm not sure if that's a good thing," she mused, though she settled back against his chest, delicately peeling away the paper that seemed to be held together with sheer force of will and complicated pleating patterns. The paper fell away and she was left with a black box, roughly the size of her hand, with some small hinges at the top. Her fingers worked the delicate hook catch and let the box open with a pop. Her fingers fished out a glass orb, containing a multitude of colored glitter, surrounding many crudely drawn little figures frozen perfectly in time.

"I might have had some help with that. I mean, I did do the whole magic bit, but I suppose credit where credit is due."

"You just have a little minion army, don't you?" Delilah laughed.

"Of course I do, pet. To make pretty things for you," he retorted in a whisper and lay a chaste kiss on her lips. "Keep going."

Another dip in the box came up with a smaller velvet box she promptly opened. Two medallions rested on a dainty silver chain, etched with a set of runes on each. "I know that one is yours," she thought aloud, tracing her finger over his High Asgardian rune. "Is that mine?"

"Clever girl," he whispered, carefully sounding out the runes. "I may or may not have made it with the sole purpose of protecting you."

"What? How?"

"Pray you never find out, love." Another kiss to her temple and he helped affix the chain around her neck with nimble fingers. Delilah offered him a smile, absorbing his enthusiasm and returning it in a kiss, her hands carding through his shortened locks with a dreamy sigh. "There's something more."

She scraped the bottom of the box and produced a black collar, with silver clasps and a circular medallion hanging from the middle. Lilah could barely contain her laughter. "It's cute, but I don't think it will quite fit, Lokes."

"It's not for me, I assure you." Loki rolled his eyes, though he was still smiling like a fool. "Or you, though I am tempted to make you a soft velvet thing such as this for research."

"Then, what… Delivery?" Her eyes widened with excitement.

"Yes, perhaps that was what Stark meant when he–" 

She had already flown off his lap, clutching her glass globe and making haste through the door. 

"Will you wait for…? Oh, Norns, she is incorrigible." 

He made after her with a quick pace, sliding to a stop in front of her door. The glass orb was already on display on her bookshelf, and she was carefully bending over a box with airholes and a large red bow on top. She made a whimpering sound as she glanced over at him, almost vibrating with excitement. The bow was undone and the top hastily discarded. From amid a high-pitched coo, she pulled out a charcoal and black Norwegian forest tabby cat, small and sleepy, and impossibly fluffy. "I see you've found Einherjar."

"Einherjar?"

"Asgardian army. These cats are of Asgardian descent and they're surprisingly good guards, so…" he trailed off, balancing back and forth on his heels, anxious. "Do you like him?"

"I will kill anyone who dares hurt my baby." The kitten was purring contentedly, a single paw onto Delilah's cheek.

Loki shot her a genuine smile. "I'm glad. A little concerning, but glad." He stuck his hands in his pockets of his dark trousers to keep from fidgeting. "May you live an eternity longer, darling." Her lip quivered suddenly, hot tears spilling out the corners of her eyes, unbidden. "What did I say wrong?" She shook her head vehemently, and all he could do was wrap his arms around her, making a little parcel out of Delilah and Einherjar he was meant to keep away from harm. "Have I done something to upset you?"

Delilah sniffed, adjusting the fluffy bundle in her arms to free a hand to wipe at her eyes. "I'm sorry, it's just been a while since I had such an extravagant birthday." She hiccupped a sniffle. "I never let Tony throw me a party or anything because I didn't want my parents...," she trailed off to Loki brushing his fingers down her cheek.

"Oh, love. If you think this is extravagant..." He let out a sigh and smiled devilishly at her. "I am going to shower you in pretty things and baubles and gems... I will make you blush to think of the treasures you have." His nimble fingers carded through her short, shaggy locks, surprising himself in how much comfort he gleaned from simply doting over her. "I want to promise you a world you can mold to your whim–"

"Loki–"

"I'm simply saying that I want to, not that I am, darling." He kissed the very tip of her nose, smiling genuinely at her giggling, eyes shining with mirth. "Now, I promised I wouldn't say anything but…"

Delilah sighed knowingly. "Party?"

"Yes, Loud and large and obnoxious and you are late for it." Loki ignored her loud complaints, making a show of putting the kitten down onto the fluffy carpet before attempting to herd her out the door. He humored her resistance just long enough to justify throwing the slight woman over his shoulder and marching a screeching Delilah down the relatively calm corridor.

#Loki #Loki MCU #Marvel #MCU #MCU fanfic #MCU fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #Loki x oc #Loki x ofc #alternate timeline #time heist #we're fixing this mess #fix it