When she sings she sings come home
When she sings she sings come home
I stormsvarte fjell jeg vandrer alene
In storm-black mountains I wander alone
Over isbreen tar jeg meg frem
I make my way over the glacier
I eplehagen står møyen den vene
In the apple orchard stands the old man
Og synger: når kommer du hjem?
And sings: when will you come home?
Men trærne de danser
But the trees they dance
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I was feeling like a bit of slightly-angsty isolation this thursday, so...
AU where, instead of a double transmigration happening, RokSoo transmigrated to ogCale's body, but ogCale was put into a newly made double of his body and confined into a dimension pocket.
And just, no one knows about it and he can't get out until certain conditions are reached. For example: that someone finally gets rid of WS.
Luckily for him, RokSoo and company are rather fast to kill the white star. It only took them two years, way better than in his previous timeline.
Although, those are still two years in which og!Cale, the 40-year-old war soldier turned an 18-year-old time-traveler, had to spend trapped in that place. Completely alone except for the occasional god checking on him, and a few animals a god had the kindness to let for him. (It was Loki, but no one is going to call him out).
Og!Cale is a person who loves easily and deeply but, contrary to his true nature, someone who lived through decades without deep boundaries to gave him feedback. Whether it was during the war that took everyone he knew from him, or before that, with the family he choose to stay at distance and love them from the side-lines. He lived so long without feeling genuine care, making any emotional bond that isn't one-sided, that he's hungry for them.
Being in the past, where everyone he loves hadn't died yet, where they will live, and being so close— just a dimensional door away, really— but not being able to see them, hear them, nor even talk to them... It hurts.
He's happy and so, so glad. They're alive. They can laugh and eat and breath again— and, someday, he will see them again. Even if they don't know how to act with him and is uncomfortable. Even if, most probably, they don't know he's not there and don't miss him, he will see them again.
So, yeah, he's fine with this situation. He accepted this.
That doesn't mean that the waiting doesn't suck. He, a freedom loving person, trapped in the godly version of a safehouse. Most of the days it's only he, his thoughts and the ridiculous massive library Athena managed to fit in here. And his friends, the animals, of course.
Inside of that lonely place, of course, Cale gets attached to the animals that are by his side everyday. He was already an animal lover, to begin with. The little guys who just go through their lives being absolutely adorable and are more loyal than most people around... How can he not love them?
Besides, Athanasia, the griffin, gives the best cuddles he has ever had.
He gets used, eventually. It's not like he never had lived in a big house where the only beings around wouldn't speak more than three words to him. (Well, at least the animals try to talk with him. He just needed to learn what they mean.)
And Cale can do whatever he wants here. If he wants to play the violin or paint, do acrobatics or keep his training, he can just do it. There's no need to hide. No need to restrain himself.
There's no one here to get sad at her memories. No one to spread rumors about 'skills' or 'talents'. No one to turn his interests into weapons against his own family by comparing Bassen to him.
Eventually, it feels like a different kind of freedom here.
—And then he gets out.
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It's Mother's Night.
Usually on this day I make a post celebrating my Disir - ancestors and mothers and grandmothers and aunts. I thank Frigga. It started a few years ago when I was pregnant - something I never thought I could be.
And then my baby was stillborn. And I continued celebrating Mother's Night, but this time I thanked Frigga for welcoming my baby boy into her halls, hoping that one day I might meet him. And so it went.
This year, I for whatever reason, ran across a Mother's Night post on another platform that mentioned Sigyn - Loki's wife. It talked how she is a mother who is worth mentioning, as her children are driven mad and slain for their father's misdeeds, and how she mourns her sons. How she is considered a goddess of compassion for the grieving.
I had never considered this. But for some reason, it brought me to tears tonight.
I have always had trouble finding information re: the Norse pantheon and their views on stillborn or miscarried babies. I found one or two sources that were probably UPG regarding them going to Frigga's hall, warmed there at her hearth by the mothers who have gone before me, and obviously I've clung to it. I never considered working with other gods who have lost children in general, who might not be at first glance someone considered for a mother/parent type.
I think I need to start an altar piece for Sigyn and Loki.
(edit: it shouldn't need to be said but Nazi/far right/tradwife/quiverfull type folks aren't welcome on my posts. You'll be blocked. Thanks.)
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Okay so I’ve seen all those people talking about how mobius probably (definitely) has a family on the time line and that Loki will have to take him away from his family.
And this reminded me of something
I watched this show called the Orville which was a show reminiscent of Star Trek (the first seasons not that great but the next two seasons are really good)
SPOILERS BTW
In one episode in the newest season this character called Gordon accidentally goes back in time and while waiting for his coworkers to help him back he meets someone and starts a family with her. In the end they have to take him away from his family because your average time traveling reasons “your from the future so it can’t work” sort of thing.
That episode made me really sad and I don’t think I can handle that sort of thing again.
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Mobius sing
Guys, Owen Wilson did sing early years. So Mobius can actually sing on asgardian. Just imagine that drunk fellas at some cute ancient party apocalypse 😄😉🧡💚
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