bro keep this between us but your vibes are luscious as fuck today

For @order-of-kinky-beeings  🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹

hey, bro? are we vibing? are we connecting on the spiritual plane, bro? your aura is striking. can i kiss you deeply, dude?

@asgardianhammer​

               NEW ASGARD OR THE REALM ETERNAL, Vidarr knew better than to deem his people most properly habituated in such certain sense amongst the heaving lull of the lands that they had then called home. No. Asgard is the people, not the place. That despite it, what they had come to lose and what they had chosen to let go, they had yet to lose themselves; still, they remained in the boisterous ardor of their meat and mead… of spirits great and spirits proud -------- and even all the more so with what warranted the fire of their mirth. Thor. Their mighty ALLFATHER. Savior of them all. And they were all gathered to celebrate him as he just as well deserved to be so. How they found a moment’s quiet with each other was surely a work of a crone—that where it came down to a jug shared between them, Vidarr just hummed as his own mull grew to taunt at him as he patted the wooden lid of the hefty chest that had lugged on to place and between them.

Amusing, surely... through all those years not one glimpse he had offered to them—save for his promise. Save for the fate that he took it upon himself to carry alone. Now that which endeavor came in burning failure, it then turned into some new burden that Vidarr clung on to bear. How he had a face to show was the greater work of the crone --------- necessity brought them together, though for all the days that his sorrow rooted itself into the hollowed bones of his chest, Vidarr was overcame. A CROWN now his was nothing more than a debt that he was trying to pay; that he found himself of better use within the same doom that the Norns had augured against him. At the very least, his heart was right; he was no coward --------- but at most, his mind wasn’t… he was nothing but a FOOLISH boy who had thought himself too high. That while he had thought that he had long shed himself of such meager prides—of dreams of grandeur and glory—regret was just as much of a claw that surely furrowed into the droughted earth of his person and clawed on for the falling void. Fenrisbane. No. He was a FAILURE. And blessed was he who still had his brother that had made things right for the sake of them all.

“I'M SORRY… I...” words found themselves rooted in the slight slur of his sputter. “I’m sorry I could not be much…” what pause that came with the lull of his mind’s lament finally faded into the deep rumble of his own weary voice. What use was he? His hands? He could carve the oldest tree and pray into its newborn beauty to keep Thor safe, but it was Thor who’d save him still. Them. Them all. And that for whatever his absence had palled onto them was nothing more than empty hurt. What use was he? No. Thor. Thor has always been the MIGHTIEST of them all—and it would be Vidarr’s penance to learn. So with a grunt, he pried open the chest that held his gift; ore. One of their best—ore meant for a king...THEIR KING--------- all once stolen by a prince who had turn part of it into the scars he now wore around the cords of his forearms to chase the beast that ended up something of his own doing after all. “--------- but maybe... perhaps… if you are to forge a weapon anew, please call for me—I-I’ll help you…” Vidarr finally spoke, his eyes moving up to meet his brother’s in a low shimmer of quavering humility. “… I could not protect you… I—” Vidarr’s chuckle was weary—but still warm. A fighting ember. An unwavering resolute. 

               “--------- please. If you’d want me, I’d promise to fight by YOUR SIDE instead…”

Odin: ‘All hail the rightful Lord of Asgard. The Savior of the Realms. All hail Allfather Thor.’

Vidarr:

jon in finale closing scene (requested)

            TO THE MAN WHO DREAMS OF COMFORT BEYOND what summer winds licked against bared skin, winter must feel so sweet --------- well, save for the man who found himself swaddled against the fire with the desperate need to be caressed by heat. He’ll curse at the long night… and he’ll curse at the wolves that wept for the same grip of winter’s frigid heart. To need. To want. It was the force that drove that which whose heart learns to beat. And to where the divine found themselves capable beyond mundanity, their only difference was though they are bound by duty, they are untethered by the fear of immorality --------- in fact, it was in pomposities that their LEGENDS comes to be.

            Though still, as Vidarr’s own thought seemed well enough to provide, the Aesir only offered quite the cynical chuckle. Amused—though not much of a mockery… well, at least until he tilted his head at the other with a gentle smile. The playful feign of his judgement up to fore. “Have you met another god… 

                        --------- or is this pompousness more of a personal and divine REVELATION?”

@valadhxfndr

“I sometimes wonder if my life being mostly spent as a mortal man offers me some sort of external perspective on god hood–––but I’ve found really that the only thing it serves to do is show me how pompous divinity can be sometimes.”

HE HUMS quietly to himself, the porch of his cabin now occupied by present company as he absent-mindedly speaks as the philosophers of ancient Greece once did ( or so he imagined ).

“Godhood is strange no? Being born a god would likely negate such a thought, but godhood is strange to me. Not so much foreign anymore but even still it doesn’t really follow the same rules of mortality…does it?”

the story goes, or the way that I was told: there was a K I N G that always felt too high —— and then he fell too low. and so he called all the wise men to the hall, and begged them for a G I F T —— to end the rises and the falls. and here’s the thing; they came back with a R I N G. it was simple and was plainly unbefitting of a king. engraved in black it had no front or back, but there were words around the band that said:

                                      ———— just know, this too shall P A S S

                        [ INDEPENDENT || MYTH + FANDOM ]                                                 VIDARR ODINSON

I love love LOVE LOOOOVE your new promo, banner, theme, icon, EVERYTHING! it's gorgeous!!

thank ajshdhaksjdasd ;u; i burned my entire house to gas up my CPU for it 

the story goes, or the way that I was told: there was a K I N G that always felt too high ------ and then he fell too low. and so he called all the wise men to the hall, and begged them for a G I F T ------ to end the rises and the falls. and here's the thing; they came back with a R I N G. it was simple and was plainly unbefitting of a king. engraved in black it had no front or back, but there were words around the band that said:

                                      ------------ just know, this too shall P A S S

                        [ INDEPENDENT || MYTH + FANDOM ]                                                 VIDARR ODINSON

done with the revamp. here’s to another two years before i change it again because it is WORK jfc

                                                        𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖇𝖞 ♚ charlie.                                                             est: june 2014

                ALONE  and  LONELY                 are not the same thing.

                                  — but sometimes,                                   I get CONFUSED                                   about which I am.