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#the hitman;sköll
mythvoiced · 1 year
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' eh, sure, you're cute. ' she circles skoll, inspecting him. 'I don't know how nae-gil can say you're hotter tha my man, though. he's super wrong. ' (please tag Alex in this)
@astremourante & @theimpalpable | the girls are fiGHTIN~
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The standing still to have what he assumes to be someone strong enough to at least hold her own against him - judging by physique alone - and maybe even overpower him is the easy part here.
The standing still as a whole usually isn't, but Sköll is entertained enough simply watching her circle him that it seems to keep him busy.
Firm-footed, feet well-planted onto the ground beneath him. It's not quite a stance, he doesn't feel particularly threatened - he never does - but he doesn't seem intent on giving off the vibes of someone willing to gossip here, either.
"Oh well," a shrug, performed with the clumsiness of the vibrant manic being he has the capabilities of portraying himself to be, the immortal who doesn't feel pain and enjoys throwing himself head-first into scenarios in which he most likely would get hurt in, was he not equipped with everything designed to make his impulses that much easier to follow.
The word 'jittery' taken into a dozen different directions.
He's not fretting, he's not nervous - god, when is he ever - and he's not impatient either. He's thrilled, if anything, that's why the quick rise and drop of his shoulders, the smile pulling at his lips, the teeth on full display, the comical turning of his head to keep her in his line of sight.
Why wouldn't he be?
Nae-Gil called him hot. Behind his back, to a stranger he doesn't particularly care for, but he did. He complimented him, he appreciated him, he found something in Sköll worth noting to whoever the hell she is, worth noting enough to set him a step above some other random stranger he doesn't care, interested enough in the comparison to make sure she knows Sköll comes out on top.
To think that Nae-Gil doesn't think of him when they're apart, well, it's a thought he hadn't particularly anticipated entertaining one day.
He imagines, factually speaking, logically, realistically, he at least thinks about him once, just about when he decides to wander his way again - he refuses to believe in coincidences even during occasions they may seem the more logical option, his being logical, realistic, factual, only happens when it serves him.
But the idea that he might otherwise simply slip out of the other knight's mind as if a pebble only worth humming at in acknowledgement when their paths do cross, well...
Let's not get into how that made him feel.
This is much better, after all.
"Taste is taste," he drops, stopping the rocking back and forth on his heels he'd barely noticed he'd slipped into, to grin at Amelia, unperturbed and delighted. Hello kind stranger who's made his day.
What a shame Nae-Gil thinks her man is uglier than him - he'd say if he wanted to lie straight to her face.
"And mine is superior, I bet Nae-Gil is hotter than your man by at least a thousand times more than he claimed me to be," he leans in, twinkle in his eyes, broadening of his smile. He loves challenges.
He loves starting shit.
"Show me the guy."
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mythvoiced · 11 months
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-. The Hitman
Sköll | 650+ | He/him
Another immortal knight! And even secretly someone's younger brother~ but while he knows where she is, she thinks he's dead. But that aside, meet Sköll, named after the wolf in Norse mythology chasing after the sun to devour it, frivolous, loud, restless, and insensitive to pain due to a birth defect, paired with the granted immortality he's the only knight on mythvoiced to know the origin of, and you have a weapon of mass destructive who laughs as he gets through dozens of men and doesn't feel either stabs nor bullet wounds. Except that he kind of doesn't give enough of a shit to be your weapon of mas destruction and is literally just here to fuck around, find out, and smooch the shit out of @theimpalpable 's Nae-Gil~ ♥
TW: death, pain insensitivity which means likelihood of not avoiding injuries, injuries, violence, mania, sexual undertones, wip+ Tags below ♥
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mythvoiced · 2 years
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💯, 👠, 🍬, 😉, 💑, 💘 (for Sköll, Flubber will be taking notes WIUEHDUH)
@theimpalpable | sex+romance headcanons!
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💯 What is my muse’s ideal date? ANY DATE, HE’S A LOSER!!!!! I CAN’T STRESS THIS ENOUGH, HE’S A STOOPID LOSER!!!!!!!!!!! Also, not gonna lie, I think he’d like to do the classics, lunch date, cinema date, amusement park date, he’s kind of got the mentality of teen flick protagonist when it comes to dates, he just likes the classics, I wish I could do something about it, but why deny him—Although, I think, dates in which one sits down to eat are his least favourite, he still likes them, but they’re a little lower down the list because of the lack of mobility he’s granted? And the distance, more often than not, a table separates the daters, and even though it’s sweet, just holding hands across the table is not how much physical contact he usually prefers. So, walking hand in hand arms smushed together at the amusement park? Absolutely ideal. (Also, he will play footsie at EVERY restaurant, without exception). Making out like teenagers in the back rows of a cinema? Why, do sign him up.
At the end, though, if he had to pick one particular date, one and one only, he’d like a day spent just… walking and exploring. Doing a wide variety of activities, mostly on the move, maybe visiting things not visited before, then returning home and getting all cosy under the covers.
👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like? I do not think Sköll’s had a whole lot of serious serious relationships. He’s got commitment issues generated mostly by the fact that he can’t sit still, and most people who look for a serious relationship are looking for someone who want follow a whim and not get back to him for a week because he’s god knows where, in a hole maybe, I have no idea. He’s jittery, he needs to move on, he’s difficult to keep a hold of, most would and have described him as ‘too difficult’, a ‘handful’, if you will. It stung a few times, now it’s just irritating because it’s boring hearing the same thing over and over again.
His last serious relationship, to get back on track, was probably relatively recent, not that Sköll wouldn’t have dated even in less tolerating time periods, it’s simply easier now than it was then to engage in serious relationships because there’s half a thought that it could potentially last for a life-time. Not what Sköll is looking for (I mean, Nae-Gil aside KLFJGFGHLK!), but it makes the dating scene more likely to harbour opportunities for something that lasts with at least one party wanting it to last. This is not to say Sköll treats relationships with the idea of cutting ties at the first given opportunity, his lifestyle just doesn’t suit some poor lad just trying to settle down.
Which I think his last boyfriend to have been like, just a poor lad, another poor lad trying to hold Sköll down long enough for Sköll to figure out whether or not he’d want to return to this man on the regular. Problem is, Sköll also approaches relationships with the subconscious mentality of his status in life over a potential boyfriend’s. The immortality, even if he has the idea that it won’t last forever. His past. His knowledge of the supernatural.
Yet, oddly enough, I can’t imagine him too well dating supernatural beings, not quite sure why. So, his last serious relationship was with a mortal, most likely, and as disastrous as ever. He’s mostly broken up with, rather than him doing the breaking up, which was the case here too. And it was sad, it’s always sad, because the men Sköll dates are, more often than not, good men (because if you’re a dick while in this context, Sköll will fuck you up on behalf of the people who’s had to date you and not been equipped with the skill-set Sköll has to not consider you a threat). He hates having to make them go through it. But he’s also looking for affection and intimacy, so he can’t… stop.
🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch? Embarrassing to say, because most of my muses would argue, it depends on the partner with only a slight preference with a given direction, but Sköll is a sub, for the most part. He’s not a sub in the sense he’ll fully submit, he just likes the being held and being moved and being desired in a particular way that comes with this preference. Would he switch? Absolutely, because it’s just natural to find yourself in other scenarios as well, but sub is definitely his go-to. Also because his favourite positions go hand-in-hand with his being a sub (future Lena who will queue this keep this line in challenge-).
😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks? 👀 Alex, I adore you, which is why I shan’t chicken out of a meme I reblobbed myself and signed up to meself- NOW, I don’t usually seek out the actual name of a given preference of this nature for my muses, because I don’t want to put them under a specific name and prefer just sort of? Going with the mentality, the sensations (emotional) that are being sought out, but Sköll keeps forcing me to break my patterns, so, full chest, praise kink. IT’S—Not kink kink level, the way it’s portrayed in fan fictions, but he just… he likes it. And not just sexually, he’s just wagging his tail hoping someone would go up to him, pat his head, and tell him he did well, he’s a mess, is it the unintentional parental neglect? The unwitting ‘you can’t do anything right’ taught by all those times he’s been held back? No idea, but it’s there, and… ;;
I guess he also? Likes to take his time, if this can count in this context? He’s a mess, he can easily go from gentle love making to using his teeth, no matter the direction in which he’s going on that spectrum, he likes if it lasts a moment.
💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner? Kindness, but not gentleness, and if gentleness, not softness. Sköll doesn’t know how to hold something in his hand that is pure and fragile, doesn’t know nor is he particularly attracted to kindness that is soft, to a mouth that never bites. He doesn’t have to fight him, but large-eyed stutters, he doesn’t know how to deal with them. He’s not built to treat with enough gentleness, he’d argue, someone like that would just shatter in his hands. Not to mention, he just doesn’t really know how to apply his own intense mind into a dynamic that would balance out softness.
He would never date someone below the age of 25 max and even that’s being generous, he’s just painfully aware of his advantage age-wise on most mortal men, and approaching anyone in their early twenties for romantic advances, sexual advances, feels downright criminal, he’d arrest himself, honestly (which is also something considering he looks like he’s in his early twenties, no one knows he’s over half a millennia old, so he just looks like a dilf hunter).
A bit of bite, as previously insinuated, just enough for Sköll to know that he’s not dating a pushover, he doesn’t harbour any true judgment towards yes-men, he just thinks they should date someone that isn’t… like him. He’s not one to take advantage of others, even accidentally, because he never drags people into things without asking first, sure, you’ll probs be forced to witness some things, but that’s because he forgets to give heads up on the crap he gets up to, the whims and impulsive decisions he ventures into taking are solo runs unless you vocally and directly and clearly express wanting to tag along. So, a pushover just… wouldn’t work with his personality.
Someone who knows how to breathe out every now and then, who isn’t even more tensed up than he is on most days, not because he doesn’t like the occasional workaholic (they’re loads of fun to help winding down, Sarang would agree btw-), but because if they’re both (or all) moving at 3495687690 miles per hour, they’ll crash, Sköll is very easily enabled to be even worse than he usually is, so if you’re terribly stressed as your default state of being, Sköll won’t be deterred from approaching you, it’ll just end in an explosion.
Someone who is!! FUN!!!!!!!! WHO HAS ENERGY!!! Who feels like going along with his nonsense, or start some nonsense of his own, BUT, energy with some common sense because Sköll lacks too much of it. He’s got the wits, he’s some common sense too, don’t get me wrong, it’s just that… well, tying back to the enabling thing, + and + equals +, the room is on fire.
I think all in all? Someone established in their skin who doesn’t mind occasionally doing something weird, who’s kind and potentially gentle but doesn’t break easy, Nae-Gil, it’s--- oh my god--
💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it? Kithes~ Huggles~ Head on your shoulder~ Arms around arm~ Hand holding~ Subconsciously picking up habits and integrated them way too seamlessly into his own sets of habits because he just likes watching and always ends up imitating, in one way or another, Sköll seems intent on portraying his love by trying to swallow the essence of his partner into every crack of his soul.
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mythvoiced · 1 year
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-. the way i actively keep forgetting Sköll's a hitman, it's in his tag, he's out there, getting paid to kill people, and he doesn't even give a shit about it, won't ask questions, might not even kill the target, might just take the money and leave because, like, what are you gonna do, kill him?
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mythvoiced · 2 years
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@theimpalpable​ | “ kiss me, then. ” (Nae-Gil to Sköll, I'M...PLS FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS IF IT'S TOO FORWARD OR SOMETHING, he just, wELL IUWHEDIUHWED LOVE YOU) two word starters
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Sköll is most horrendous at taking orders.
That he survived as long as he did under the Order’s thumb was mostly generated by the fact that, other than sending people out on missions and hating when they don’t kill targets as they’re told, they don’t actually... give a lot of direct orders.
Kill the target, fulfil this very specific task and, oh, right, don’t run away.
Last one he kind of seriously fucked up in fulfilling because here they are, but doesn’t that just further drive the point of the first line home?
Sköll doesn’t do well with orders, he barely even takes suggestions seriously.
But when it comes to Nae-Gil, most of his ideals and usual habits and rules fly out the window anyway, so what’s one more break away from existence as he’d shaped it for himself, when this is what he gets for it?
Sure, it probably was neither meant as order nor as suggestion; as a whole, the occasional order on Nae-Gil’s part wouldn’t probably bother him much, he gets a kick out of making Nae-Gil smile, gets a kick out of keeping his attention on him, gets a kick out of just about anything the other former Knight has to offer, and as such, if this can further get him into that direction, all the more power to Sköll and no one else except Nae-Gil himself.
A suggestion, he also doubts it to be, it lacks the question mark at the end.
Perhaps it’s the usual tease, the usual push and pull, the usual smile that turns both their faces into half-snarls because they’re both animals spat back out by life who like to chew on their prey for a little longer than necessary, or not at all, depending on whichever whim led them.
It doesn’t matter.
Nae-Gil promises a kiss if Sköll follows through and that’s all that matters.
If Sköll had things going his way, he’d hardly break out of this space, anyway. It’s gotten to a point where he doesn’t know for a fact if he’ll manage to let Nae-Gil go again. If he won’t trail after him with bullshit excuses just to have his eyes on him for the nth last time, if he won’t take a week of not hearing his voice before he’d lazily and casually try to figure out where he’d last made his presence noted to some innocent locals.
He likes it, so what?
He likes him. Addicted to something about the way he smiles, about that crazed look in his eyes that reminds him of blood and broken bones and the fact that they’re both here when the Order would rather they weren’t.
He pushes himself up, there where he’d been lazying on his side, head propped up by his scarred hand as he admired Nae-Gil taking up residence in a bed that isn’t even his, but might as well be, so long as nobody notices someone had broken into the penthouse.
He pushes himself up to hover over Nae-Gil, a hand finding familiarity to rest on his chest, there where his heart beats and shall for as long as... well, who even knows how long.
If Sköll had things his way, he’d drain the lake to pour it into Nae-Gil’s soul.
He pushes himself up with nothing of the subtlety he doesn’t possess and only stops to grin down at the other, before he moves down and finds his lips with his, an easy way for him to return to his favourite place. 
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mythvoiced · 2 years
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@ofgentleresolve​ | ♥ | Ray & Sköll
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“No, no, no, being rude to people is like... my least favourite thing to do,” he lies, “I’m so nice, it actually weirds people out, how nice I am, what makes you think I’d be rude to a gentle, racist, bigoted, smelly old hag?”
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mythvoiced · 2 years
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@tewwor | continued
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A side-glance, a double-take, mild surprise not too intent on being accompanied by the kind of shock one should offer, when the doubt reigns that what is being insinuated is that Insung had taken a knife to the eye in a similar fashion to the one Sköll isn’t quite sure yet he actually wants to follow through with.
But Sköll is no stranger to the atrocities humankind has so greedily and happily gathered out of its own wits and then put to practice, creating tortures of the likes no other species would ever possess the mental prose to think up.
No, the eye for an eye, the quid pro quo, take it as positively or negatively, as violently or friendly as you may, is reserved for the one being to claim itself superior to the others. And perhaps, it is that very tendency for violence that makes humanity so inclined to think of itself so great.
It, and all species that function as vague deviations of it.
Like Sköll.
Well, not really, but just to drive the point home...
He takes the knife and continues to watch Insung as if he’s trying to decipher something out of how many strands of hair fall at his temple, read a personal story out of the gesture with which he beats around the bush of what Sköll is implying he’ll do next. Sort of as if he can’t decide whether Insung is amusing to watch, fun to be around or someone who grew a second head between Sköll’s request and his re-acknowledging of the other’s presence.
He fixes his posture to face Insung. The knife sits semi-familiarly in his palms. He’s used one before, will use one again, but a weight in his hands is never how he’s preferred to handle... what was it, ‘vengeance things or whatever’. He snorts.
He uses the knife as a pointer, an extension of his hand, and shoves into the space air is occupying directly in front of Insung’s face, all with the smile of someone recounting an inside joke to himself.
“I might,” he says, keeping his tone somewhere between an unspoken ‘I definitely will’ and ‘do you seriously think I would?’. The tip of the blade draws a circle in the air as Sköll’s wrist begins to spin it with the care of someone that isn’t him.
“What’s that about personal offence, though?” The blade stops, instead mimics tracing the scar already drawn over Insung’s right eye. “Is that what this is? Does that mean you won’t watch if I pull through with this?”
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mythvoiced · 2 years
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@theimpalpable​ | "I don’t think about the past, it’s always there anyway." WILD CARD UwU <3 MITSKI LYRICS
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"That is such a healthy outlook to have, cheers, I’ll drink to that,” and with that Sköll lifts the completely cold thermos he’s been carrying around the whole morning, filled with nothing but the sweetest Sangria he’s somehow managed to get his hands on.
That’s a thing about Sköll, once he actually manages to get his hands on alcohol he likes, he’s not letting it go that easily. Not even while vaguely existing around this poor woman who most likely would prefer him to have less sweet and alcoholic beverages to leave a distinct scent on his lips.
Or so he assumes.
He doesn’t drink to get drunk, after all. He’s sniffed nail polish once for the effect, but each brain cell that might have killed was simply instantly repaired, and alcohol undergoes a similar process, worked through far too quickly, managed by his body with the speed and strength of being a being very much immortal and mostly insensitive to... well... just about anything.
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He pulls the can off his lips with an appreciative noise bubbling at the back of his throat. It’s sweet. If it wasn’t as sticky sometimes, it’d be heaven on earth. Or, alternatively, it would be if Sköll wasn’t already getting bored of it.
He looks at the thermos with a small frown.
“Say, where can I throw this away?” He shakes the can in front of Lexine, as if it wasn’t clear what he meant, considering it’s the only object he’s keeping on himself... today. “It’s officially part of my past and I don’t want to think about it anymore,” he starts chuckling towards the end of that line, more at his own nonsense than wanting to bubble laughter at the woman’s expense. 
“You know, you really shouldn’t! Keep moving, keep looking forward. What good can constantly thinking about the past do? You’ll miss out on all that the future has to offer. Like this trip I’m about to have to the next ice cream parlour to mix flavours into a new flavour I’ve never had before. You coming?”
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mythvoiced · 2 years
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@repetiita​ | "I slept with him to get VIP tickets. This bussy is unstoppable." unprompted
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There’s a moment of silence as Sköll busies himself with the ice swimming in his glass. It’s meant to add something to the drink, he guesses, ‘on the rocks’, as they say, to remove the bite, change the flavour, whatever.
To him, it’s either way. He simply enjoys chewing on the cubes loudly enough to have the noise shattering around the inside of his jaws rival the loud club music throbbing in his ears.
He swallows ice, doesn’t stop to wonder if he just lacerated his own throat, and lowers the glass from his lips, it, and most of the liquid that's still swaying around the edges. “Good for you,” he nods, motioning to his seating companion with that very same glass, uncaring of the alcohol that splatters across his fingers as he gestures with not a care in the world, for fabrics or appearances.
“What’s the point of having an established set of skills if you don’t put it to work. Remind me to hire you for similar scenarios.”
He leans over, closer, feigned drunkenness or simply his distaste for pretending he doesn’t move or do whatever it is he feels like, the moment he feels like it. Straight into personal spaces and into the smirk quirking the corners of his mouth upwards, as he smacks his chin on the other’s shoulder.
“Was he easy? Like, to get him to it, was it easy? Or did you actually have to, wait, what’s that word middle-aged men use to justify their ‘adventures’ with underage women, ah yes, seduce him?”
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mythvoiced · 2 years
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"I'm not telling~" But the way his body leaned into Sköll, his head tilted to the side to show a bared neck and collar, low moan-like sighs and a look. He always let his body do the talking. A learnt skill, without touching the other. "... D' ya want a demonstration or do I gotta tell you how I had to get that old fucker t' choke on my–"
@repetiita | unprompted I-
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Sköll lifts his glass and presses the side of it briefly against the other’s lips in a vague attempt to shut him up.
He’s neither stranger to vulgarities, nor does he find discomfort as a primary reaction to them. Be honest and bare, for all he cares, he’ll welcome the crude reality of the way your thought process unwind itself, easily over societal attempts to choose words wiser than whatever first impulse might prompt you to say.
He likes listening to them, even.
But more than that, he likes watching.
Touching.
Worshipping with his gaze what he chooses to worship in any given moment, finding rivers and ponds marking Kihoon’s throat as if reading a map offered by the breaking fingers of a siren’s cadaver. 
He could trace his own against it, or stay with his chin propped on his shoulder and simply admired to unveiling and unfolding of a practiced dance from the perspective of someone who knows very well how every further second spend staring is a new second towards trouble.
Sköll isn’t stupid.
He’s just very fond of stupid ideas.
He moves closer until the tip of his nose is a few breaths shy of burying into Kihoon’s skin. “You know what? Sure. Tell me.”
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mythvoiced · 2 years
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-. the sexiest part about Sköll is knowing he thinks himself hot shit, and he’s the unmovable object and the unstoppable force in your life, you can stab him and he’ll ask you if he can keep the knife, he bullies er nurses, if you insult him to his face he’ll laugh at you, if you try to come at him with malicious intent his usual response is ‘you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid’ BUT THEN
give him a sliver an ounce a tibdit a hint of genuine gentleness of intimacy of softness and he’ll fall apart like that toothpick i lost and found split in half because my cats found it and ripped it apart
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mythvoiced · 2 years
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-. About Sköll...
What gets me most about this absolute madman is the way he outwardly seems to take absolutely nothing seriously but inwardly... it’s exactly the same; I’ve had characters who say they don’t care but care a whole lot, and I’ve had characters who said they cared but are literally Nathaniel, Sköll gives absolutely zero shits so openly, so vulnerably, he’s one of the muses featured on this grubby wee blog of mine who’s most experienced with the wildest of things just because he literally found no valid reason not to try that very stupid thing and honestly?
As an immortal muse, why the heckity crackity would he not pursue such a life, why is he the only one here who puts his immortality to good use. Is it a guaranteed permanent immortality? Of course not! His and the knights’ overall lore is still pretty much and heavily inspired by The Old Guard, and the idea that the guard’s immortality could just poof any day without forewarning is implemented here too, sooner or later Sköll might actually find that he’s still very much bleeding and then? Then what? Will he stop fucking around?
Absolutely not!
But then again, his not taking things seriously or actively engaging in dangerous and/or stupid endeavours just for the fuck of it, does not mean he can’t handle matters seriously and with the attention and care they deserve if he chooses to. He just more often than not makes the conscious choice of living life as if nothing mattered!
Oh, is that corpse? Oh, wee, how silly! Oh, are you way into your pregnancy and just found out your husband is cheating on you with some random girl you’ve never even heard about (D.AYS reference lmao)? Dang, bestie, that sucks. Nothing matters! He’s hysterical! No, I’m not kidding, he’s... he’s so manic half of the time, I have no idea what went wrong.
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