Daniel Fleischhacker

oracuelum‌  ✦  ( ᴇʟғ ):

Tranquillity seems misplaced in a realm such as this. Etched into these very walls is the imagery of war, battles fought and enemies conquered, down to the most minute of details. A tapestry of glory by bloodshed woven into prideful gold. Outside, the courtyard plays host to that of a makeshift battleground  —— Aleina had witnessed them on her wandering of the palace, warriors consumed in the heat of training, the furious clashing of the blade against blade rang out amidst cries of passioned rage. To die by the blades embrace was, of Asgards belief, the greatest honour. 

Hers was a world of peace, an empire built of gentle marble and coloured glass that would illuminate the dancing light of day.  “ —— Peace, too often is confused with weakness.” King Uldrik had told her when she was but a small girl. “Those that mistake us for weak. NEVER do so again. Strength does not equate a need for violence, or cruelty.” Those words had circled through her mind as she watched the sparring warriors. He had, King Ulrdrik, always been such a formidable man. So full of wisdom, and wrath and unyielding strength for one who was also so soft and so kind. As a child, she could not fathom how this man, he who had taken her in, raised her as though she were his own and whose tender hands wiped away her tears, could have layer upon layer of BLOOD upon those same hands. Now she was older, wiser and more capable of understanding. To rule was to balance a delicate scale of love and fear, for there was no kindness without cruelty and no crown without weight. King Uldrik had held balance to that scale his entire life.  His son could do with learning such things. If he was not so arrogance enough to pay attention.  Malius, the kings oldest son by birth and heir to the throne. A vile man-child, entitled and hungry for power. Aleina was glad not to be present in whatever diplomatic conversations may be going on, to be away from the Alfur prince and his incessant mewling was a blessing. She browsed, scouring the shelved titles, though not looking for anything in particular. Asgardian literature was largely unsurprising. Detailed documentation of past war and political history filled the pages of these books and while she did not find such things boring exactly, she knew a great deal of it already, surely this realm held more than a blad and a tankard of ale.  A sudden surge, a shift in the energy of the air flowed through the ground and coursed through her. Magic, she knew it instantly, so ingrained was it to nature of her being that it was unmistakable. The sensation grew, prickling pleasantly across her skin, it drew her forward to it and on instinct, she followed. Curiosity ever-growing her footsteps lead her on, drawing a corner she was met suddenly with the source of flowing energy. So different was it from the rest of Asgard, a rhythm that flowed almost entirely separate. Approaching from behind her eyes glanced over the many books surrounding the figure, books far older than those stacked on the surrounding shelves, parchments and scrolls of old knowledge —– aeons worth of documentation on the realms, runes and ritual and transcripts she had never seen before. Perhaps he was a scholar.

 “Excuse me.” She said softly, shifting around so that she may enter his line of sight. Her own eyes fall unto the casted spell in wonder, the circling runes afloat before him and a small flicker of delight graces her features. “Amazing.” She murmurs, a curious, yet enthused gaze as her eyes study the runes carefully for a brief moment before she blinks, regaining her focus to him. “Forgive me, I had not meant to interrupt you” Straightening herself, Aleina bows her head apologetically. 

a younger loki might have  startled  at her sudden appearance,  but not today’s loki.     the younger prince of asgard simply exhales softly,  lips pursed,  as bright green eyes slowly flick over to his unexpected visitor.

she’s not of asgard,  that much is more than certain ;    loki vaguely recalls being told of the delegation arriving from alfheim today,  so she must be among them ... a light elf.      but there’s more to it than that ... something  ethereal  that intrigues the realm’s young seiðrmaster :    she feels ...  magickal.     a  KINDRED  SPIRIT,  perhaps.

“  you are hardly interrupting,  ”     the liesmith admonishes,  dropping his free hand to close the pages of the ancient jötun text.     “  i’ve found my answers.     i was merely trying to identify the realm from whence this text originates ;    father would not tell me,  & mother is not here to assist me ... so here i am.  ”

meaning ... he hadn’t wasted his time asking odin.     he knows that the allfather has  no  care  for his younger son’s scholarly pursuits ;    he has chosen to funnel all of his time & energy into perfecting his golden son for the throne.     part of loki is relieved to not have the god of the hanged breathing down his neck day in & day out ... & yet ...

“            to what do i owe the pleasure of a visit from one of alfheim’s delegates?  ”

stormweathered‌  ✦  ( ᴏᴅɪɴsᴏɴ ):

SILENCE. Silence stretches between them after those words, and his chest heaves in uneven, deep breaths; his brows knit together tightly, and his fingers curl tight into a fist. 

There’s a moment that burns vividly in his mind: a moment when THE CHILD came to him so distraught, made him PROMISE to do what MUST BE DONE if he turned bad —— then, he had only thought it to be the worries of one who has found out what he ONCE WAS and worried about going down the SAME PATH. 

He had faith in him, then. But does he now? 

❛ All-Fathers help me, ❜ he utters with a steadying breath, trying to still the savage anger and grief that war fiercely in his mind. It’s only then that those brilliant blue eyes focus in their fury back on his brother.  ❛ I should take you back to Asgardia myself. Let judgment come to pass in our halls. ❜  He huffs out a breath.  ❛ But Odin is gone. And thus your judgment falls to ME. ❜

His shoulders are rigid, and he —— stalks PAST Loki, heading to the door.  Gods, he needs time to THINK.   His warning is heavy, angry, but at least —— not explosive.

             ❛ —— do not try to find me before I find you. ❜

“  ... very well.  ”

loki does not protest,  for such is  only  fair  given the  BOMBSHELL  that he has just dropped onto the stormbringer’s unsuspecting head.     in fact,  it’s the  BEST  POSSIBLE  OUTCOME  for the situation that he can imagine,  for thor’s anger is more than  legendary  among the ten realms.     the trickster does not dare to even  move  until he is certain that his brother is  GONE ;    at that point he  𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑻𝑺.

all it takes is a wave of a hand to twist magick around his form & pull him to another part of the realm.     he hits the ground running,  stumbling,  falling into the frozen comfort of his favorite snowscape in norway   (  somehow the chill always helps to clear his head ;    must be a  JÖTUN  thing  ).     the silvertongue breathes in shakily.     coughs.     the cold stings his throat for only a moment before his heritage seems to  catch  up  to  him  & remind him that  THIS  IS  HOME.

that it could be worse ... but it could be  much  better  if he weren’t ... himself.

          & loki howls with the frigid winds.

I feel your absence in the marrow of my bones.

Helaena C Moon @  http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/ (via hapless-hollow)

oracuelum‌  ✦  ( ??? ):

@seidrborn​

These gilded walls had always been strange to her. Asgard was a kingdom known for its might and power and it spared no effort in flaunting such a thing wherever the opportunity arose Still, Aleina had always found it is beautiful in its own way. Beauty could be found everywhere, one need only open their eyes a little wider.

Matters of politics, diplomacy and government had brought them here, to this kingdom of towering gold. King Uldrick of Alfheimr and Prince Malius had visited many a time prior, but for Aleina it was her first, Uldrick had insisted she come along much to her anxious ecitement. Malius was less enthused buy the notion “ ——Things a woman has no place in. Let alone an adopted pet.” He had hissed at her with a sneer of arrogance. He hated her and she him.  

They were elsewhere now, consorting with the All-Father and his eldest son, though Aleina could not recall his name. She had no interest in partaking in such talk anyway and so she wandered halls, a ghostly figure against golden walls. The glow of her image reflected in their welcoming warmth. Purposeless steps drew her to the great archway of the palace library. It was seemingly empty, quiet and the soft tap of her steps echoed through the labyrinth of shelves as she drifted between them, studying the titles etched into the spines in search of something to occupy herself with.

the solitude of the library & its vast shelves is ideal for a budding  SEIÐRMASTER.     behind closed doors he can freely practice,  take  joy  in the art that he has been mastering for easily over one thousand years now.     asgard ... does not exactly  shun  practitioners of the magickal arts,  no ;    but ... they are also not  welcomed,   either.     men especially are supposed to fight with their physical strength,  something that loki silvertongue has little to no interest in.

he remembers it vividly,  his first encounter with such ideals.     his mother had taken him out to a festival being held on asgard for the delegation from vanaheim,  & there had been a surprising amount of women there.     in his young mind it felt odd for so few men to be present & practicing!     & from the sidelines he had heard it :    one einherjar had whispered to another the word  ERGI.     it had been later that he had asked frigga the meaning of such a thing ;    watching her beautiful face fall before she had taken his shoulders & told him  never  to associate himself with that word ... it had been  so  hard  that it burned itself into the young trickster’s mind.

(  ergi.     unclean.     unmanly.     no  prince  of  asgard  should  ever  be  those  things.  )

but he remains  gifted  with  magick,   &  SUCH  MAGICK  IT  IS!!

runes dance in the stagnant air,  hovering over the young prince’s diligent hands as he  pulls  them  one by one out of the book that rests innocuous upon his lap.     it is a language that predates knowledge that he can access with ease,  so loki is doing his best to try & translate it with both his allspeak & a touch of his magick.     a  touch  seems to be ... well.     the brush of the hand of a  JÖTUN,  at least judging by its size!     the very  air  feels charged with a magick that none in odin’s household has truly been able to understand ... not even  FRIGGA  has been able to offer insight into how loki has been able to become so strong so quickly!     free manipulation of seiðr,  a knack for telekinesis,  even the power to  CHANGE  FORM ... never before has there been one born to the royal house who is as talented as loki.

in truth?     it makes the young trickster feel somewhat  isolated.

——he is  DIFFERENT,  &  painfully  so.

the sound of footfalls upon the stone floor barely reaches his mind,  busy as it is flitting between the older unidentified runes on one side of him & the modern asgardian ones on the other.     with a flick of his wrist he spins the runes about on an invisible breeze,  forcing his magick to pull from its ancient wellspring &  𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒.

“  ... this is ...  𝑶𝑭  𝑱Ö𝑻𝑼𝑵𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑴.     why would——?  ”

( OOC. )          okay but hear me out ...                         into  the  unknown                         but with loki instead of elsa

anonymous  spoke  𝑻𝑯𝑼𝑺:     “  just wanted to say i hope you’re doing well ♥️  ”

( OOC. )          i’m doing  okay  for now ... hunkering down in preparation for a blizzard & nursing a headache.     nothing much to report aside from that.     i appreciate you asking,  though.

@sigrvif​  spoke  𝑻𝑯𝑼𝑺:     “  how can you just walk away?  ”

his back remains to her for a moment as the sting of her words sets into his shoulders,  pulling them taut.     the air about them is thick,  & not simply with emotions :    magick  pours  off of him in  RIVULETS,  unseen for the time being,  cloaking him almost in an attempt to offer himself some sort of  comfort.     for her words thorn more harshly than any reprimand from the allfather,  any barb from his thunderer brother ...

“  ... sigyn.  ”

he turns slowly,  muscles coiled tight & head held low.     defensive.     not  piteous,   no ;    loki silvertongue is  never  a creature to be  PITIED.

“  ... can you not understand that this is the right choice?     that i must free you of your vows to me to  protect  you?     that ... what i do ... i do out of  LOVE?  ”

there is the familiar sweet taste of a  lie  underneath the bitter truth that he so freely gives her,  but that offers little solace to the god of mischief now.

Too many nightmares fill this head

Helaena C Moon @ http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/ (via hapless-hollow)

@theymakehistory​  spoke  𝑻𝑯𝑼𝑺:     “   ⚔️ - rosie  ”

“  it is hardly as bad as it looks.  ”

as one of the jötnar loki is  quick  to  recover  from most physical injuries ;    however,  that does not mean that he doesn’t look terrible until that time passes.     not only that,  but it is simply too hard for mere mortals to do grievous harm to him!     so  what  could  make the wily trickster bleed quite like this is ... a mystery,  & he’s choosing to remain  mum  about it for now.     don’t want to frighten off his only form of assistance,  anyway.

“  i cannot reach stephen at the moment,  as he is  OFF  REALM.     as soon as i am able,  however,  i will be on my way.  ”

    𝐖  𝐈  𝐍  𝐓  𝐄  𝐑    𝐒  𝐀  𝐆  𝐀  ! !      here glows the moon of winter nights      risen   for   a   king      yet   to   come

HAIL   LOKI   SILVERTONGUE.

ind. / pri. / sel. / mat.. conjured by ARLO. temp. (c) kingsleigh.

@lceknir​  spoke  𝑻𝑯𝑼𝑺:     “  waning  ”

WANING :    what is your biggest regret?

“  ... why must i even  mention  this?     should it not be  CLEAR  ENOUGH  by now?    my evident inability to destroy that monster  THANOS  is currently the owner of such a dubious title.     unless that is not a  regret  & counts more as simply a  FAILURE,  then——  then i cannot say that i regret a single thing.  ”

from the work of  amanda lovelace  ,  the mermaid’s voice returns in this one   (  consider supporting the author  ) .  pronouns  (  he , she , they , i , etc  )  &  tenses can be adjusted as needed

“ i’m dropping my sword ” “ i’m not sure which of us i’m trying to convince ” “ there was no one i could have told ” “ there was nothing i could have done ” “ do you ever find yourself nostalgic for the life you never got to have ? ” “ do you ever find yourself nostalgic for the person you never got to be ? ” “ i never meant to be here for so long ” “ when will it be my turn ? ” “ who was i before you ? ” “ you can’t fix someone else ” “ you were the first one i believed ” “ i don’t mean to frighten you ” “ i would seriously consider drinking the atlantic whole if only you asked me to ” “ what wouldn’t i do for you ? ” “ i wish you had been my first love ” “ you were always my favorite wreck ” “ why wasn’t i smart enough to stay away from you ? ” “ this isn’t that kind of fairy tale ” “ cages are still cages even when they’re designed to look just like castles ” “ staying with you is nothing more than muscle memory ” “ how can you just walk away ? ” “ sometimes we have to feed ourselves lies just to live ” “ i still have every part of myself ” “ you don’t get to say it’s my fault for staying ” “ i’m but a work in progress ” “ i’m still alive and therefore so is hope ” “ i’m my own sunrise ” “ be stronger than the villains ” “ your voice could sink spaceships ” “ you need to try anyway ” “ you have been known to pry the scabs open  ,  bleed them out ” “ i woke up the next morning and i did not feel brave ” “ we talk about survival like it’s a thing that makes you stronger ” “ i was a bird before this ” “ i remember everything ” “ my healing is ugly ” “ there always exists more than one opportunity for you to grow ” “ i meant to break open to make room for stars ” “ it’s time you give yourself a fair chance ” “ it was never as pretty as you like to pretend it was ” “ i’m used to it by now ” “ don’t ever take anyone’s bullshit ” “ you did not disappear unnoticed ” “ your scraped knees will always mend ” “ just keep singing yourself to sleep ” “ eventually your monsters will stop haunting  you ” “ you are not sad forever ” “ maybe the difference between remembering and hurting is just me ” “ does your pain have a voice ? ” “ you are worth spoiling ” “ when i was a child  ,  i used to believe anyone ” “ you did all you could do ” “ now you must learn what it means for you to live ” “ i’ve never been a river nor a lake for you to peer into ” “ my story has never been your story ” “ rip this page out and keep it with you ” “ be victorious in everything you do ” “ disturb the gods  ,  if that’s what it takes ”