#Skadi Frost

[riveramorylunar]

𝕽𝖊𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝕺𝖋 𝕬𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖑'𝖘 𝕾𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘

Series Masterlist, (Chapter 23)

Pairings: Leonora Lesso x Reader, Ariel x Daughter Reader, Prince Eric x Daughter Reader, Queen Athena x Granddaughter Reader, king Triton x Granddaughter Reader, Ariel's Siblings x Niece Reader & Melody x Sister Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Teasing and fluff

Pet Names/Nicknames: Little Siren, Nora, Sweetie & kiddo

Word Count: 2,765

Y/N pulled Lesso through the halls of the castle. "Slow down Little Siren" Lesso said and Y/N stopped. "Sorry I'm just excited to show you around" Y/N said as she turned around to face Lesso. "It's alright just don't walk so fast" she said and Y/N nodded before walking slower. Y/N stopped in front of a white door before opening it. "This is my room" Y/N said as the two walked in to the bedroom.

"It's beautiful" Lesso said before she walked over and sat down on the king sized bed. "This is a pretty big bed for just one person" Lesso said as Y/N walked over and stood in front of her. "Yeah I roll around a lot I have a hard time falling asleep if I'm by myself" she said and Lesso took hold of Y/N's hands. "Just know if you ever have trouble sleeping when break is over and we have to go back you're always welcome to come to my room alright" Lesso said and Y/N nodded. "Thank you Nora" Y/N said as she leaned down and kissed Lesso passionately. Lesso pulled away before falling back onto the bed taking Y/N with her. Y/N gasped as she landed on top of Lesso. "Nora what are y-" Lesso cut Y/N off when she rolled the both of them onto their sides. Lesso wrapped her arms around Y/N and pulled her even closer so that their legs were tangled together. Y/N nuzzled her head into Lesso's chest as she sighed. They smiled at each other before leaning in. They kissed before cuddling up to each other and falling asleep. There was a knock on the door a couple hours later before it opened. "Sweetie lunch is re- oh nevermind" Ariel said as she saw Lesso and Y/N sleeping peacefully. "Hey what's going on" Melody said as she peaked around her mother. "Awww they're adorable" Melody said. "Let's leave them be" Ariel said as she grabbed her youngest daughter and shut the door behind them.

Y/N stirred as her eyes fluttered open. She looked up to see Lesso's eyes still closed. "You're staring you know" Lesso said in a raspy voice causing Y/N to blush. "N-no I'm just admiring" Y/N said causing Lesso to open one of her eyes while smirking. "If you say so Little Siren" Lesso said as she rolled into her side before wrapping her arms around Y/N. She stroked a few strands of hair out of Y/N's hair before pecking her on the lips. Y/N smiled before she scooted closer. "Good morning sleepyheads" someone said causing them to look towards the doorway. Eric was leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded while smiling. "Good morning what are you talking about" Y/N said as she sat up as well as Lesso. "You slept through the whole day yesterday" he said as he pushed himself off the doorframe. "Breakfast is ready by the way" he continued before leaving while shutting the door behind him. "We should go" Y/N said as Lesso fell back on the bed before groaning. "This bed is too comfy though" Lesso said and Y/N giggled as she got up off the bed before Lesso could pull her back down. She walked over to her closet and opened it before walking in.

She looked through her dresses when she felt arms wrap around her from behind. Y/N tilted her head to the side as Lesso started placing kisses all over her neck. She grabbed Lesso's hands and interlocked their fingers together. "Which dress are you going to pick" Lesso said as she rested her head on Y/N's shoulder. "Don't know I can't decide" Y/N said and Lesso pulled away before walking up to the dresses. Y/N sat down and watched her girlfriend search through the dresses before stopping at a light sea green dress. She took it off the hanger and turned around. "How about this one" Lesso said and Y/N stood up before walking up to her. "It's perfect" Y/N said before she stood on her tippy toes and kissed Lesso on the lips.

Y/N came out of the closet as she held the dress up before walking over to Lesso who was sitting on the bed. "Can you" she said before turning around. Lesso stood up before resting on of her hands on Y/N's bare back. Y/N shivered at the touch as Lesso zipped the dress up. She leaned down and kissed Y/N's bare back. Y/N blushed brightly as Lesso turned her around. "Beautiful Little Siren" Lesso whispered out before leaning down and kissing Y/N on the lips. They made their way out of the closet and the bedroom before heading towards the dining hall. The two walked hand in hand through the halls when they reached the dining hall. "Ladies first" Lesso said and Y/N rolled her eyes before pulling Lesso with her. "Well hello you two" Skadi said as she smirked. Lesso pulled out a chair and motioned for Y/N to sit down in it. Y/N sat down as she smiled. Lesso smiled back before sitting down next to Y/N. "You guys looked absolutely adorable sleeping together all cuddled up" Sparky said and everyone looked at her. She looked around before her eyes widened in shock. "Uh you guys didn't hear that" she said as she took a sip of her drink. Y/N and Lesso looked at each other before chuckling.

After breakfast everyone got up. "Hey Y/N sweetie there's a couple surprises waiting for you in the throne room" Ariel said and Y/N looked at her mother in confusion. "What do you mean" Y/N said and Ariel looked at her husband. "Just go and see" Eric said and Y/N walked off towards the throne room with Lesso. "They're like glued to the hip now" Flounder said causing everyone to laugh. "Well they do get to do what they want here unlike at the schools" Skadi said as she looked at Flounder. Y/N and Lesso made their way to the throne room. Y/N opened the door and walked in. "Y/N/N" someone shouted before rushing over and picking Y/N up. They spun in a circle before setting Y/N back down. They cupped Y/N's face as her eyes widened in shock. "Aunt Aquata w-what are you doing here" Y/N said as she was still in shock. "Well we all decided to come home because we missed you all and look how you've grown" Aquata said and Y/N frowned in confusion before she looked over her aunt's shoulder to see the rest of her aunt's and three uncles plus her grandfather and grandmother.

"Now who's this hottie" Aquata said and Y/N looked back to see Aquata looking at Lesso. Y/N stood in front of Lesso with her arms out. "She's off limits" Y/N said as her eyes started glowing while she narrowed them. "Wait is this the woman your mother was talking about" she asked and Y/N nodded. Aquata shouted in excitement before pulling Y/N into a hug. Lesso was just standing there frozen in place as she watched the scene unfolded in front of her. Who knew Ariel had so many siblings she didn't that's for sure. Aquata pulled away before grabbing Y/N's wrist and Lesso's wrist before dragging them towards the others. "Guys this is the woman Ariel was talking about the one Y/N is dating" she said as she stopped in front of the others before letting go of Y/N and Lesso's wrists. "So you're the Dean of Evil" King Triton said as he stepped forward. Lesso just looked at him still in shock. Y/N looked up at Lesso before grabbing her arm. "Nora" Y/N said causing Lesso to snap out of it. "Yeah I am but you can call me Leonora or Lesso whichever one is fine" Lesso said and Triton smiled before shaking Lesso's hand. "I like her already even if she is the Dean of Evil" Aqilus said as he nudged his brothers causing them all to chuckle. Their sisters all rolled their eyes before looking away. Triton just sighed before looking at Y/N. "Glad you found someone kiddo I'm proud of you" he said as he ruffled Y/N's hair up. Y/N swatted his hand away as she looked away blushing brightly.

"I see you guys met Leonora" Ariel said as she walked into the throne room with the others. "Yeah we did and you didn't tell us she was this hot" Aquata said causing Attina to smack the back of her head. Aquata yelped as she grabbed the back of her head. Y/N just rolled her eyes before grabbing Lesso's hand and dragging her to the farthest side from the group. "I'm sorry about them" Y/N said and Lesso smiled before lifting Y/N's chin up. "Don't worry about it Little Siren it's fine" Lesso said as she tucked a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear. She leaned down and kissed Y/N on the lips causing someone to wolf whistle. Y/N pulled away and hid her face in her hands. Lesso looked over to see everyone looking at the two. She watched as Ariel smacked the man with reddish brown hair on the shoulder. "Alright that's enough stop teasing your Niece" Queen Athena said and nodded. "Yes mother" they all said and Y/N giggled quietly before she looked back at Lesso.

"Sorry to disturb you two but I hope you don't mind me stealing my granddaughter away from you" they both looked up when they heard Queen Athena's voice. "No not at all" Lesso said as she pecked Y/N on the lips before walking away. "You're coming with me" Athena said as she grabbed Y/N's arm. "Ariel, Aquata and Arista dears would you please join us" she said and the three followed their mother and Y/N out of the throne room. "And you miss Dean Of Evil you're coming with us" Attina said snapping her fingers. Lesso was dragged out of the throne room by the rest of Ariel's sisters causing her to growl. "Oh don't growl" Attina said as she rolled her eyes. "You'll be back with Y/N soon enough" she said as Skadi joined them. "She doesn't like anyone touching her besides Y/N" Skadi said causing Attina to look at her. "Shouldn't you be in Arendelle" she asked and Skadi shook her head no. "In a few days I will but not for the next 5 days" Skadi said and Attina raised her eyebrow.

Queen Athena pulled Y/N towards her room before shutting the door. "Where's the closet" she asked and Y/N pointed towards the double doors. She watched as her grandmother walked in the closet. "What's going on anyways" Y/N asked and Ariel sat down next to her daughter. "We're having a ball" Ariel said and Y/N looked up at her mother confused. "Why" Y/N said and Arista giggled before plopping herself down on the other side of Y/N. "I don't think we need a reason to throw a ball" she said as she leaned back on her hands. Queen Athena came out with nothing making the three frown. "Aquata dear can you go fetch that one dress" she said and Aquata's eyes lit up. "That one" Aquata said and her mother nodded. Aquata rushed off shutting the door behind her. "Now you why don't you go take a shower alright" Athena said and Y/N stood up. "Yes ma'am" she said causing her grandmother to roll her eyes.

Y/N walked out of the bathroom in just a towel. "Come come" Athena said and Y/N walked over and sat in front of her vanity when the door opened. "I got it mother" Aquata said and Y/N looked up before her eyes widened in shock. She tried to look over her shoulder but Athena moved her head back so she was facing forward. Athena started brushing out Y/N's wet hair before blow drying it. She slightly curled Y/N's hair before braiding some of it. She grabbed some hair accessories and put them in. "Alright you can turn around now dear" Athena said and Y/N turned around. "Makeup time" Arista said as she hopped off Y/N's bed. "Where's your crown sweetie" Ariel said and Y/N pointed to a suitcase. Ariel stood up and walked over to the suitcase before opening it. She took the crown out before walking over and placing it on the vanity.

Y/N came out of the bathroom again and the four stopped talking when they saw Y/N in the dress. "wow you look absolutely sweetie" Ariel said as she walked up to Y/N. "Thank you mother" Y/N said as Arista handed the crown to Ariel. Y/N bowed her head and Ariel put the crown on her head. "Now you're ready" Ariel said as she kissed Y/N's cheek.

They all made their way to the ballroom after getting ready themselves. They all heard music playing already as they stood at one of the entrances. They all made their way down the stairs before stopping at the second flight. Y/N looked over at the other side and she swallowed the lump in her throat. Lesso was standing on the other side wearing a suit that was black. She still wore her dark smoky makeup though. She was holding a black cane in her left hand as she stared at Y/N as well.

The others had already made their way down the rest of the stairs and waited for the two. Lesso snapped out of it first before walking causing Y/N to do the same. They met in the middle and Lesso smiled down at Y/N who smiled back. "Shall we my Little Siren" Lesso said as she faced forward and held her arm out for Y/N to take. Y/N took Lesso's arm before they made their way down the rest of the stairs. "You look beautiful by the way" Lesso whispered into Y/N's ear and Y/N blushed. "Well you look handsome" Y/N said causing a blush to cross Lesso's face.

Everyone clapped when Y/N and Lesso finished dancing. "I can never get enough of your dancing My Love" Lesso said as she leaned down and kissed Y/N on the lips. "EW" all the kids shouted causing everyone to laugh. Y/N pulled away and rested her head on Lesso's chest as she looked at the kids still standing near them. "Let's go sit down" Lesso said and Y/N nodded. The two made their way off the dance floor before walking over to a table and sitting down. Y/N watched as people started dancing. Y/N rested her head on Lesso's shoulder as she interlocked their fingers together. "Would you two care for a drink" someone said causing them to look up to see a man holding a tray of champagne. Y/N took to glasses before handing Lesso one. "Thank you" Y/N said and the man bowed before leaving. Y/N looked over to see red liquid in Lesso's glass now. "Nora did you turn the champagne into wine" Y/N said and Lesso didn't answer instead she took a sip. "You did" Y/N whispered out and Lesso smirked before leaning over and kissing Y/N on the cheek. Y/N just rolled her eyes as she took a sip of her champagne.

Two hours later Aquarius walked over to the two huddled closely. "I hope you don't mind me stealing my niece from you Lesso" he said and Lesso raised an eyebrow. "Aquarius let them have their alone time" Adella said as she walked over. She dragged Aquarius away as the two watched. "Why don't we get out of here" Lesso whispered into Y/N's ear causing her to smile. Lesso stood up as she set her empty glass on the table. Y/N stood up as well before taking Lesso's hand. They walked out of the ballroom and towards the garden as a few pair of eyes followed them.

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[whiterosebrian]

I've made another pair of illustrated pages for my beginning grimoire. I recently made my personal introduction to the giantess Skadi, and I got the sense that she very much welcomed me. I'm definitely thinking that I should work on gradually building relations with Skadi, Freya, Odin, and Freyr before I seriously consider reaching out to other entities--I don't want to reduce animism to a monster-collecting game!

#skadi #heathen #witchblr #paganblr #pencil sketches #skadi goddess #giantess #jotunn #skathi #skadhi #wolf #archery #archer #eagle #mountains #mountain range #frost giant #heathenry #pagan #wizardry #wizard #grimoire #illustrated book #animism #pencil sketching

[shuttershocky]

what are great niche unit but fun to use in arknights?? im thinking to raise fun units to diversify my playing style when im bored with my team of beat-it-with-statsticks

You've come to the right place!

First off is Ebenholz. Arknights has many nukers, but (so far) only one of them quite literally erases enemies in the blink of an eye. He's gotten a reputation for being bad due to Mystic Caster mechanics making him quite unwieldy to use, but honestly once you've gotten the hang of his S3 you start seeing many ways where the ability to snap one dude out of existence without even a chance to fight back is quite useful for strategy.

Ebenholz's burst damage is even so large that there's a Trials for Navigator clear that involves using him to skip both Andoain's and Emperor's Blade's defensive fart clouds: he simply erases their HP from full to 0, putting them into their phase 2 animation before they can fart and keeping the stage gas-free.

Next up is Dorothy. Trapmasters in general are my favorite Specialist class and I've got Robin and Frost both kitted out too. Dorothy takes it to the next level with her S3 being able to create chain reactions: if an S3 mine hits another S3 mine with its explosion, the second mine will detonate as well. With clever trap positioning and knowledge of enemy routes, Dorothy can hold entire sections of a stage by herself, if not outright solo them.

Also Dorothy users in CN claim that her module upgrade is actually insanely broken. At module level 3 it doubles her talent numbers from +20% ATk at full stacks to +40%, which takes her over 1000 ATK. It's such a large jump that it actually matches the damage output of buffing base Dorothy with an S2M3 Skadi Alter at E2L90. Combined with the ability of her traps to crit, and Dorothy has the highest possible DPH in the game (her S1M3 trap can crit for 9k physical damage lmao). She also happens to have an ATK interval of 0.85s, faster than even Marksman snipers, so that huge ATK buff makes the actual operator a fearsome damage unit in her own right.

"but Siege is powercreeped" shut up. Go use S3M3 then buff her with Warfarin and Aak and watch as she deals 7k physical damage per hit, smashing even Patriot's Shieldguards and Plastic Knight's shield minions to bits. It heals the soul.

Also, Siege mounts a comeback with her upcoming second module, where Siegepipe matches the DP generation of even Flagpipe while also being able to fight completely automatically by both of them running S2. It's an insanely strong opening move and is definitely going to be my vanguard combo of choice when it comes to Global.

"Waaahhh waah this boss is kicking my ass!" well have you ever thought about just not playing with that boss at all?

Heavyrain is the first, the only, and probably forever will be the only operator able to give camouflage to other units. It is not balanced. As long as your units aren't blocking anything or aren't under sources of enemy True Sight, you can get away with some of the dumbest, most ridiculous cheese you can pull on a boss. Hide from the Emperor's Blade's fart clouds. Hide from Andoain's map scan. Hide from Sui-Xiang's massive tail. Hide from Minimalist's bomber drone looking to stun. If they have a targeted skill, you can cheese it.

Oh come on you knew this was coming

#Arknights

[nildespirandum]

Thank you to everyone who has been patient during dry spell, and who has continued to send well wishes and kind thoughts. I cannot tell what it has meant to me.

Story is 18+ only

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The cold hallways of Skadi’s great fortress, where it stood as guardian between the realms of the living and the dead, were predictably stark and massive, all hewn from meteoric rock by a combination of the crude strength of giants and draugr and the magicks of Hel. While nothing to the splendor of Asgard’s palace, or outhouses if it came to that, Loki silently admitted that there was a rough grandeur to both its scale and the gleaming texture of the stone which, along with a few floating orbs of glowing ice to give light, were as close as there came to anything hinting at decor.

No doubt Skadi considered interior design beneath contempt, which was just as well for Loki was certain her taste would leave everything to be desired.

Leaving his cell had been insultingly easy. No guards stood outside of it nor was any elaborate spell or clever cantrip used to keep him within. Loki had touched the blank side of the lock’s hasp on the interior with the tip of a black claw, scraping it in circles to cause the lock to pick itself. The spell was one that he had created in his youth when he and Thor were oft times sent to their rooms to ruminate on their misbehaviors.

As if Loki were ever inclined to guilt or Thor to thought.

Loki peeked out, as did Nora. She no longer even came to his shoulder, so she stood under his arm.  They each looked up the hall and back, and then at each other.  With her head tipped back, Nora’s throat was rather appealingly displayed to him, making him wonder how hard he could bite the side of it with his fangs before it would cause her the unpleasant sort of pain…  And could he make her enjoy even that….? 

And could he…?

Closing his eyes to take a moment to gather his thoughts from where they had sunk, Loki realized that not only had the transformation to this primitive Frost Giant form done wonders for his poor, wounded cock, additionally it had woken in him the Jotun enthusiasm for mortal flesh.  Combined with his own - and here he beat back the word that wanted to come to the forefront of his mind - fascination with Nora, it would make for a dangerous distraction.

“Are we going to go for it or…?”  Nora was still looking at him, brows raised, soft mouth wet and ever so slightly open.

“I don’t know that this is the time or the place,” Loki said, trying to sound unwilling though he knew his tone was more smarmy than disinterested.

“I mean, should we go, you big weirdo.  I know some people are turned on by dungeons but they probably aren’t literal dungeons.”  She frowned slightly.  “Though it wouldn’t be an option for most people back home, even if they were into literal, actual dungeons.  In which case I’m not sure-”

He could tell that her nerves were getting to her and that she would go on like that indefinitely if not stopped.  Carefully, he did not quite touch her lips with one of his newly grown black talons, since he was unsure how sharp they were, and nodded.  

“Right, yes.  We should get on with it, then.” 

Also, wrong. For in his case, literal dungeons seemed to be a turn-on, presuming Loki was interpreting that human expression correctly.  He’d certainly spent enough time in them to develop not a fetish or rather, at least a lack of squeamishness about what was appropriate or even enticing to do within one.  

He held the cell door open, allowing Nora to slip under his arm, and then carefully shut it.  Despite that care, the metal on metal on wood of it seemed to ring out like a carillon in the still and silence. 

Peering within each cell as they passed proved that they all were as empty as the hallway.  At its end nearest to the metal gate that separated them from the stairway up and out there was a massive lock-up that looked as if it were designed to hold dozens.  

Within was the only other prisoner they had seen, who seemed to be asleep or unconscious beneath a pile of furs in a back corner.

Nora pointed towards the pile, then made a gesture towards the lock on the cell door.  

Absolutely not, Loki thought, walking on.

Her now so tiny hand hooked around his wrist, as her fingers could no longer come close to closing on it, and pulled.  Where before her touch had been warm now it burned.  Burned through tough, blue skin, through muscle, to bone, where it seemed to ignite his marrow, lashing him with fire on the deepest level possible.  

He was wonderstruck how much he craved the pain, the ache.  Wanted to know how if her cold little hand caused that much fire what might her mouth do?  Or Bor help him, the sure venomous wet between her lips, between her legs. 

Turn him into a pile of tumescent ash, Loki rather suspected.  

“The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?” Nora whispered.  

“As someone with far more enemies than is the average, I can assure you otherwise,” he whispered back, leaning down close to her ear, trying not to sniff her skin.  Even when blue and bedecked with horns a prince should keep a little of his dignity.  

“Still, Skadi is… her people are…” Nora stopped and looked down at her dress and frowned.  “They aren’t very respectful of their prisoner’s persons.  It would feel shitty to leave someone here.”

Her voice was less than steady, less than Nora.

Not liking to consider what that might mean, Loki tucked her tone away for later questions when they were free. “That may be so, but she wards the borderlands between the living and the dead and trust me, there are plenty of true criminals, necromancers, graverobbers, and multiple fashions of the ambulatory dead that she has good reason to hold imprisoned.  Also,” he added, “this is not a prison break, it is more in line of espionage, which means the fewer involved the safer.”

“If someone is being held here at least it would be more of a distraction for the guards to be chasing them and us,” she countered, sounding more like herself.

“That never really works the way one thinks it will.  Besides which, don’t think I don’t know that you simply want to release whoever it is for a bit of revenge on Skadi and her hamfisted chambermaids.”

“And you, of all people, have a problem with that?”

“On the contrary, in more typical circumstances I would be all for it, but we are on a mission, as you might recall.”

“Normal circumstances?  What normal circumstances would… never mind, I just remembered who I am talking to, which considering the current state of both of us doesn’t say good things about my sense of reality.”

That was, Loki thought, feeling the weight of his horned brow and again noting her sartorially created cleavage, an understatement.

“Plus, I’m not sure I wish to be rescued by such noisy people,” came a voice that most kindly might be described as sepulchral from the pile of furs, which shifted about and then fell off the figure that rose from beneath them, stretching tall enough that skeletal fingers scraped the ceiling. “What good would come of it, if I were to then be talked to incessantly?”  Dark, blue-skinned, and of a size of an Asgardian, with glowing green eyes, and a decidedly undead thinness draped in a shroud rather than a shift, it took Loki a moment to recognise the woman for what she was.  

“Disir…” he let the word trail away, sliding his foot to the right and shifting his shoulders so his vast body was between her and Nora, though he trusted Skadi would not hold such a creature in her fortress were she not sure of being able to keep it contained.

“One of,” she nodded, “Hlökk.”  She moved towards the front of the cell, her motions quick yet stiff, as if from the cold.  Rather, he knew, it was from her muscles being desiccated, her sinews dust, her entire self animated by will and spite rather than life.  With a final, swift jerking motion she stood all but resting against the cold iron bars.  Close enough that her papery blue flesh began to wither from its influence.  Standing effortlessly on the tips of her toes, she peered into his face, a smile of cracked teeth and parched lips flashed, and then retreated.  

“I have not seen a Jotun of your type since I was a young girl newly in the service of Bor, and they were ancient and few then.  Those last died upon my sister’s spears, or so was thought.  But you,” she, without Loki’s scruples, took a deep, sniffing breath, leaning her head back and opening the corrupt cavern of her mouth like a cat to taste the smell of them upon the air.  

“You look of Jotunheim yet smell of Asgard, giant.  Or is that her?”  Quicker than he could see Hlökk stepped twice to the right so she could aim her nose towards Nora.  “No,” the Disir dismissed.  “Mortal. Full of death and decay. But you, you are-”

The Aesir had few enemies that they feared, for to die in battle against a worthy foe was their greatest good.  The cannibalistic, ever-dying, never-dead Disir, cursed by Bor to crave the flesh of those they formerly served, were at the top of a very short list.  Though only a handful in number, stories of their enormities and disgusting habits had been used to keep naughty Asgardian children from creeping from bed late at night for eons.

Naughty Asgardian children other than himself, of course.  The boogeyman or haint had not been born that could have kept young Loki from wandering the halls and secret rooms of the palace under cover of friendly dark.    

“Keep your nose to yourself, Disir, this is one god you will not gorge upon.  Come along,” he then said to Nora, gesturing towards the stairwell.  She frowned and seemed inclined to argue when the Disir ran her long, dehydrated tongue over her lips.

A sound like dried leaves being blown across stone.

“Aesir and Jotun flesh as one.  A delicacy untried by me or any sister of mine….”

“Right,” Loki knew there were bars and his magic between the Disir and his becoming her supper and he did not care.  Lifting Nora’s little self into his arms, he ignored her protests and took three long strides when behind them the Cursed One whispered.

“The Bók Lífs og Dauða .”

“Wait,” Nora said.

Loki took another step.

“What else might Odin’s Trickster changeling want in the hall of his most implacable enemy?”  The words were spoke soft and thoughtful as were, “How helpful might it be for one to know just where the Giantess kept such a treasure.”

Loki whirled about, stalked back to the cell, realized he was still holding Nora who was now within reach of the Disir should it choose to reach its spindly, iron-muscled arm through the bars, and quickly put her down and placed himself back between them.  He realized it was a false gallantry since he was what the nasty thing was interested in getting her teeth into.

“Let me guess, you know where the Book is, and in return for your freedom you will tell me where to find it?”

Nodding, glowing green eyes managing to look amused, the Disir said, “And you give me one of your toes.  I am well past starved.”

“Absolutely not!”

“What the fuck?”

Loki and Nora’s protests tangled together.

The Disir leaned against the bars of the cell, picking at her gray and broken nails, “Ragnarok is coming early season.  I would think one little piggy would be small enough payment to put the Twilight of the Gods off by a few hundred millennia or more, Odinson.  Your father’s favor would be the least of your rewards for such an act.”

He looked down at Nora, who spoke in a quick whisper.  “Do you know who she is?  What is she talking about?  Why does she want one of your toes?  What the hell is wrong with everyone in space?”

It was a good question.

He had a better one, for the Disir, “Why should I trust you?”

The Disir spoke, this time in Ancient Asgardian rather than the All-tongue, so Nora could not understand.

“Trust is for naifs and babes, I shall give you my Word of Bond upon mine and my sister's unlives.  Take it, Trickster, or walk your little mortal through the endless halls of Elvidner until she freezes or you are caught and she is dragged to Skadi’s bed to die serving there, and you back to the witless brutality of this pit, that shall end in your skinned body being hung from the battlements.”

With a sigh, Loki answered back in the same language, “Well, if you put it that way, I suppose I’ll still have nine more.”  He reached towards the lock and then halted, “I choose which one I give up.”

The Disir inclined her head.  Graciously.

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[clockys-soul]

Frostbite, The Black Frost.

A quite peculiar Frostreaper, Frostbite has a mutation called Blackice which causes his scales to be coal black instead Snow White!

He bonded with a young Skadi when she and her father had taken a trip to the surrounding mountain range where she found the little hatching.

They were instantly drawn to each other as both stood out amongst their kind Skadi being the only one who has black hair in her family and Frostbite with his black scales.

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[hexora]

Winter Associations

Snowflakes: Symbol of uniqueness and individuality, each snowflake is considered magical.

Icicles: Used for spellwork related to clarity and insight.

Winter Solstice: A powerful time for rituals celebrating the return of the sun's energy.

Evergreen Trees: Symbolize life, protection, and continuity during the cold months.

Yule Log: Burned during Yule celebrations for prosperity and protection.

Holly: Represents protection and brings good fortune during winter.

Mistletoe: Used for love spells and protection against negative energy.

Frost: Associated with transformation and purification.

Frozen Lakes: Symbolize stillness and reflection.

Northern Lights: Magical displays in the winter sky, believed to hold spiritual energy.

Wolves: Guardians of winter realms, associated with intuition and instincts.

Candles: Lit for warmth and enlightenment during the dark months.

Hot Cocoa: Used in kitchen witchcraft for comfort and grounding.

Spiced Cider: Associated with abundance and the warmth of hearth and home.

Winter Faeries: Spirits that thrive in the winter, known for mischief and playfulness.

Fur and Wool: Materials associated with warmth and protection.

Citrine Crystals: Linked to the sun's energy, bringing positivity during the dark season.

Winter Animals: Bears, hibernating creatures, and migrating birds symbolize survival and adaptation.

Warming Herbs: Cinnamon, ginger, and cloves for spells related to warmth and protection.

Frosty Windows: Scrying through frost patterns for divination.

Winter Moon: Perform rituals under the light of the cold, bright moon.

Snowy Owl: A symbol of wisdom and magical insight.

Snowball Fight: Playful energy and bonding with nature spirits.

Winter Gardens: Indoor plants associated with winter magic, like poinsettias.

Silver Bells: Used in spells for communication and summoning spirits.

Sleigh Bells: Carries a sense of joy and celebration.

Ice Skating: A ritualistic dance for balance and grace.

Winter Goddesses: Invoke deities like Skadi or Persephone for their winter aspects.

Fir Needle Essential Oil: Used in aromatherapy for grounding and focus.

Frozen Waterfalls: Symbolize the temporary pause in the flow of life.

Snow Hares: Represent transformation and adaptability.

Crystal Snowflakes: Used in rituals for clarity and purification.

Winter Altar Decorations: Incorporate seasonal items like pine cones, acorns, and silver ornaments.

Winter Winds: Believed to carry messages from the spirit world.

Ice Magick: Creating and using ice symbols in spellwork for stability and stillness.

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[daveykimy]

Chinese Folk Religion: Snowy edition

Recent snow storms where I live has got me thinking: is there a deity responsible for snowfall and winter in traditional Chinese religion?

You got Frau Perchta/Holle in Germanic folklore, Yuki-Ona in Japanese Shinto folk beliefs, Skadi in Norse Paganism, and Morana in Slavic mythology, but I haven't ever heard of such a figure from my elders growing up.

So for this one, I had to actually use my limited Mandarin skills to do research, along with some help from more fluent family members and friends.

It turns out there are more than one traditional winter & snow deities in Chinese folklore. The reason I personally didn't hear of any is because, again, Chinese folk religion is extremely regional. There are central major deities that are uniform but the rest all differs from region to region. Han Chinese people have always spread out across several climate zones, from tropical to sub-arctic. Understandably, Gods and Goddesses associated with weather will differ from region to region. My Chinese side of the family hailed from a region where snowfall isn't very common, and winter isn't normally extreme. But look towards regions north of the Yellow River, and it's more upstream valleys in the Han Chinese heartland, it's a different story.

Teng'Liu: The Spirit of Snow and Frost

The first deity I can find is a figure named Teng'Liu (藤六). This is a male deity associated with snow itself. The "Liu" part if his name is the Chinese character for 6. Snowflakes typically have six arms/branches regardless of pattern. In Chinese numerology, the number 6 is also a number with "extreme Yin energy" (极阴). Snow itself is a thing with a lot of Yin energy too, as it's formed from water. Those familiar with Chinese cosmology should be familiar with the element's association with the cardinal direction of North. Which, again, is attributed with Yin. Thus explains why many forms of his folk names contains the number 6.

There is a folk ritual (which thankfully hasn't been practiced in over a century), which in Northern villages they used to offer up a young girl to this snow deity as a gift to appease him. The unfortunate girl would be tied up in a sack and left to the elements in the cold.

Teng'Liu occurs often in poetic works of literature as a stand-in for "snow". A fitting example is a work from Song dynasty writer and poet Yang Wanli, where he mentions "The Azure Lady pulls along Teng'Liu, as the Sun wilts away as she shakes (him)"** The meaning is obvious, but he mentions an Azure Lady, which takes us to another deity.

Qing'nu (青女）: The Azure Lady

The second deity associated with snow and winter is a Goddess called Qing'nu, or "The Azure Lady", "The Lady in Turquoise", "The Lady in Blue", depending on the translation. She seems to be much more well-attested in ancient religious texts in addition to poetry and seems to predate the emergence of Teng'liu.

Attested in Huainanzi, a text compiled around 139 BC, "...three moons into autumn, Qing'nu emerges (from her home), and makes frost and snow fall..."

She is also mentioned as having white hair in a lot of classical Chinese poetry.

In traditional Chinese folk beliefs, Qing'nu resides in the moon and is a companion/handmaiden of the Moon Goddess Chang'E (嫦娥). Every year at the end of autumn, she will emerge from the moon palace to perform her duty: to bring winter, frost, cold, and snow. She will descend upon Mount Qing'yao (青要山), where she will bathe in the waters there to purify herself. She will then start playing her seven-stranded lyre and snow and frost will fall upon the earth to cleanse the land of impurities and diseases (until they come back next summer).

BTW Mt. Qing'yao is an actual mountain in Henan Province. The mountain itself does play a rather big role in traditional beliefs and in Taoism. In fact, there is a hill adjacent to the mountain named Qing'nu's Peak (青女峰), where on the peak there stands a pillar-like rock. In local folklore they say that lone pillar looks like a slender lady, standing atop the mountains looking down upon the earth. It marks where the Goddess herself stands every year to bring winter. The locals call it "the maiden's rock" (闺女石).

Legend has it there was once a gorgeous palace at the foot of this mountain where Qing'nu would stay in temporarily during winter. This could possibly be a reference to some type of structure used as a shrine or temple. Today only the spring that flowed in the palace remain. The very spring that, according to folklore, that the Goddess herself bathes in to purify herself. Today, young ladies from around would make pilgrimage to that spring to welcome her arrival on 14th day of the ninth month. A second pilgrimage would also be made on 13th day of the third month as she is supposed to leave and return to the moon. (the dates are the dates in the Chinese lunar calendar).

From these we can see while those deities are all associated with snow, they are seen by the people as very different. Teng'liu is very embodiment of the weather phenomenon, kind of like Jack Frost in American folklore. The fact there were rituals to appease him means that he is seen as a very unpredictable and volatile force. A spirit which has to be controlled under strict orders from a higher Celestial deity (天神): Qing'nu. Think of her as the Chinese counterpart to Frau Holle, a spirit attributed to making snow fall but not the snow itself. Or rather, think of those two like Helios and Apollo in Greco-Roman mythology. One being the sun itself and the latter being the one who pulls the sun across the sky.

This was fun, i hope all you folks who are trying to connect to their ancestral beliefs found this useful.

**translation might be off, sorry. Middle Chinese is difficult even for fluent speaker who studies old literature, plus this was Middle Chinese in it's poetic form.

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[tears-of-amber]

DEVOTIONAL PRAYER TO SKADI:

Listen to the howl of the wind, and embrace the brisk air lovingly.

Laugh when things look grim, under the twinkling Eyes of Thiazi.

So let Her be hailed the snow-haired Goddess Skadi.

Who hunts the rugged mountains on trusty skis.

May I honor You in these darker months, but also when day is bright.

May Your strength guide me when dim is the sun, and the ice and frost glitter white.

Hail Skadi!

I am the original writer of this devotional prayer, so feel free to reblog and use in your practice but don’t post anywhere without credit! -Velvet Rose

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[noodleofwriting]

Blood Upon the Snow

Word count: 6,814

Summary: The full flashback from Before the End of Time (TVA Loki fic I'm wrapping up). Loki and his love go into the forests of Asgard in the dead of winter to find an Asgardian child lost in the mountains. Ending up in a fight for their lives, both reveal their true selves and come together as one in the heat of battle. The myth of how Loki got his horns.

Warnings: Gore, intense fight scene, angst, bookended in fluff

The playlist I made while writing this linked here

Spoilers: The only spoilers are in the Epilogue, so if you haven't seen Loki S2 E6 just don't read that part.

Author's notes: This kind of just ran away from me while writing a fic inspired by Loki S2 E6 (coming soon!) -- but there are no spoilers for most of this. This all takes place before the first Thor film.

For this, I leaned a little more towards Norse myth, where the love interest/reader is heavily inspired by Skadi, goddess of the mountains and hunting (and skiing, interestingly, but that's not represented here). That being said, if you like the reader to "wear the pants" of the relationship, this one is for you!

This was truly my imagination running wild with easily my favorite fictional character of all time, Loki, as a love letter to him and the myth he comes from. I hope you can feel the love as you go on this adventure with me!

ALSO: Thank you all so much for the support for my first fic I posted a few months ago (linked here)! It means so much to me that people enjoyed it. I'm getting more comfortable with posting fanfics, now, so expect to see more in the future. The fact that some of you enjoy my unorthodox approach to fanfic makes my heart so full and grateful.

Loki held her to his chest. Her smell mixed with the freshness of the air coming in through their window — a cool Asgardian summer night. He could feel her relaxing into him.

She looked towards their bed, where he had put his helmet moments before. The long horns coming from it curled away from the bed, white and streaks of brown matching the rich earth tones of the bed, gold contrasting in a way screaming of the old world and power.

“Do you remember when we got those horns?” She asked.

“How could I forget?”

It had been one of the deepest, most harsh winters that Asgard had experienced in centuries — as if a curse had fallen over the land and made it permanently frosted. The snow had gotten so deep that a child had gone missing, running into the forest to play and not home when they should have been — evening beginning to come over the land.

The child’s mother had come begging to her, as most of the Æsir had gone to battle in another realm. It had just been her and Loki at home, helping to move cattle between fields. Or, rather, Loki was there for moral support while she worked her magic, singing to the cattle and them responding like she was speaking their language, butting each other and blowing out steam as they trudged through snow coming up to their withers behind her.

The mother had come right up to her, casting him a wary sideways glance as his love gently grabbed the woman's arms, steadying her. The mother then described her son running into the forest and not coming back, despite her calling for him and being gone longer than he had ever been before.

By the time she had looked over to Loki, he knew they had already said that they would find the boy.

The mother cast another weary look to him, turning to her and worriedly whisper-speaking to her. He was sure she was whispering something about how Loki couldn’t be trusted with something this important, that he always caused chaos wherever he went.

His love calmed the woman then, walking them over to Loki.

“I would trust him with my life.” She gave him a knowing look. “He wouldn’t let anything happen to you boy,” to which she then looked to Loki expectedly, tilting her fur-enrobed head to the mother.

Loki stuttered over himself trying to get the words out. “O-of course. We’ll bring him home to you.”

After settling the cattle, they moved to the stables to grab their horses.

Loki came up beside her, speaking low.

“Are you sure about this?”

To his surprise, she looked to him with foreboding, no admonishment in her voice.

“This could be dangerous, Loki,” she looked ahead and began to take her draft horse out of its stall, absentmindedly rubbing its muzzle. “We can’t not go out there, though.”

He recognized her demeanor — quiet, introspective, serious.

“A premonition?” Half-whispered as they stood between their horses, fully saddled. Ice crystals blew through the barn, making his horse shake its head, pressing into his back.

She cast him a wary glance. “I don’t know yet, for sure. But we need to be exceptionally careful.”

Looking out to the forest on the edge of the city, where spruce was white with snow clinging. She sheathed a long sword into the scabbard on her saddle, the horse adjusting to the sudden weight.

“This is the kind of forest that doesn’t want to be disturbed,” she spoke, “and we’re disturbing it.”

He took the hint and followed suit, sheathing his daggers. She had always refused to take a weapon into the forest outside of a battle, and it made his intuition twitch to see her doing so now.

When they rode out to the edge of the forest it was exceptionally quiet save for the disrupting of the snow, their horses making paths through it. His horse was struggling, a couple hands shorter than hers, which moved through the feet of snow with ease. She never lost that look on her face, though — whole body tense, eyes moving between the trees.

An owl moved from one tree to another, catching a rodent. The small scream reverberated through the trees, stilled only by its echoes fading.

Loki realized he was holding his breath, then, and gasped to breathe normally again. A billow of his breath crystalized in front of him.

Her horse was suddenly next to his, and she reached down to grab his hand. Looking up to her he was met with an intensity that screamed eternal, screamed ancient in a way he had never seen in her before, as if he were looking into the eyes of a wolf.

“I love you,” she spoke, steam billowing from her lips, “stay alive”.

Loki swallowed hard, looking up at her, in all of her beauty and wildness. He reached his hand up and caressed her head, pulling it down to his, lips meeting. The freezing cold left for a minute while they kissed, her lips full and warm against his, fortifying him.

When she pulled away from him, there was a red tinge to her cheeks. Their faces hovered for a split second.

“I love you,” he repeated, “stay alive”.

They moved into the forest, feeling the difference in light like a cloak as the forest enveloped them. He quickly found small footsteps dredging their way through the snow, leading deeper and deeper into the trees. They followed them.

Loki noticed that he had lost count of how many trees they had passed after a while, all looking identical to him save for the occasional gnarled knot or branch that he would duck under.

A quiet so profound it felt like a blanket followed them, making him jump every time a vole or bird would move by them. She, however, never startled, as if she had known they were coming long before an animal would make itself appear. She would twitch her head, cocking it one direction or another, like a dog catching a sound in its soft ears, pinpointing it.

They stopped after making their way close to a mile, where the tracks of the boy stopped.

Snow was kicked up in a several foot radius, like something massive had come from the side and bowled the child over.

She jumped from her horse. Moving to the disturbance cautiously, crouching down, she ran her fingertips over a few drops of blood, moving it to her lips. The bloodied snow stuck to her lips and her tongue darted out, taking it into her mouth.

Loki had never seen her do this before, but didn’t question it. He sat in the saddle with baited breath waiting for her to say something.

When she looked up to him, her face said it all: it was the child’s blood.

“What do we do now?” Loki spoke, breaking the silence that had lasted between them the entire way through the forest.

Standing up, she looked towards a tree to her left, where massive claw marks dug into the bark, revealing the lighter pulp underneath. Her fingertips ran across it. Immediately she jolted as if struck by lighting; she whipped her head up, back stiff, eyes wide as a gasp choked out of her.

Loki leapt off of his horse and came to her side, grabbing her by the shoulders, fingers digging into the fur of her cloak. He spoke her name, shaking her slightly.

She took in a shuddering breath, turning to look at him. Her eyes were wide and crazed, shaken, as if she had seen a ghost. Her voice came out stuttering over itself in a way he had never seen from her before. For her to be this shaken by something could mean Ragnarök itself was in the forest, a great wolf waiting to swallow them.

“Whatever took him was touched by a dark force — something I’ve never felt before.”

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

“What do we do?” He asked.

She looked to him again with that intense stare, the look of premonition.

“We kill this thing,” she said, “whatever it is, it a scourge on the land. It won’t stop with one life.”

The massive path of whatever this creature was moved onwards from them, towards the sharp black mountains that were a few more miles out from where they were, uphill.

They mounted their horses and made their way up the mountain, a solemn silence between them.

By the time they were approaching the edge of the forest, their horses were breathing heavily, steam coming from their backs. They had made their way into the upper mountains, where trees mostly gave way to rocky cliffs, creased with snow blowing over them. Ice shards blew into his face, no forest left to soften the wind. It was bitterly harsh and cold, the kind of place that only some of the most extreme and terrifying animals and monsters would reside in — or the land of frost giants, Jötunheim, from whence he came. A shiver rang down his skin at the thought of this birthplace.

Soon after they had cleared the trees and were up into the mountain, a boulder came into view — pressed up against the stone was the boy. His clothes were tattered, a large gash across his chest.

“There he is,” Loki gasped.

She immediately hushed him.

“It’s close,” she whispered. “It wouldn’t have left him.”

Just as the words left her mouth, the rustle of something large came from across the mountainside.

At first, Loki couldn’t see anything.

Then it moved, a mass that had looked like the shadows of many trees making its way towards them. An immense beast, with gaping, blood-coated teeth and several pairs of horns jutting from it. It towered at least fifteen feet above them at the shoulder, covered in snow-white and mottled grey scales. Several sets of reptilian eyes set on them, pupils narrowing as it began to circle them. Its eyes glowed red, a black smoke trailing from them.

A bilgesnipe, but not one like Loki had ever seen before. This beast was several hundred pounds more massive than any he had seen, and it reeked of a dark magic that Loki couldn’t place.

Loki looked over to her. She was looking towards the child.

“Protect the child,” she said, voice flat and low.

Before Loki could say anything, she moved back and ripped her blade free — one of the finest of the dwarves’ creations, a large broadsword forged with several metals, a hilt of gold.

He decided to trust her in that moment, his body flowing warm with his magic as he removed his daggers from his steed and sheathed them. He then ran to the child, concealing himself from the beast in the meantime. It felt unnecessary, though, for as Loki turned from his partner, he heard a guttural yell come from her, beckoning the beast over.

Glancing back, Loki saw their horses disappearing to the trees as she growled to the bilgesnipe, making animalistic growling sounds that he couldn’t recognize. It took the bait, bowing its head low before beginning its charge towards her.

Loki forced himself to turn his head away and focus on the child, fallen haphazardly against the rock.

The boy looked worse than he had from a distance. Blood smeared on the rock behind him, like he had been thrown against it. The wound on his chest seeped blood, soaking his soft wool shirt. Loki carefully moved the boy upright, feeling the warm wetness of blood on the back of his head, kneeling down to cradle the child in his arm. Loki bent his ear down by the child’s mouth, watching his chest for any sign of breathing.

Shallow and labored, the child was breathing. Loki gasped in relief, resting his hand on the child’s chest. Swirls of green emitted from his fingertips and into the wound, beginning to heal it ever so slightly. His magic was limited when it came to healing, but it didn’t matter — this boy was hanging on by a thread and Loki was not going to let him die.

Loki whipped his head towards the battle that was unfolding between the bilgesnipe and her. She moved close to the beast, staying just out of reach, forcing it to careen its head faster past its limit. Knowing she couldn’t take it head on, she was coming down on its back where she could, the hide exceedingly rough and difficult to get through. Her blows barely drew any blood. She had shed her outer coats, leaving a thin shirt and hide pants — also leaving her vulnerable to the beast. The smallest miscalculation in her movements and the monster would be on her.

Bilgesnipes were more a thing of legend than of fact — they were rarely seen and feared tremendously, like a dragon without its wings, lurking in the dark mountains and taking cattle that had lost their way as a snack. Their size alone made it almost impossible to take one down unless you had several men and a ton of luck, even with Asgardian warriors. Seeing her take on the creature alone terrified him — one wrong move and she was gone from him forever, the only person he had ever loved.

Her movements were almost unnatural, leaping away right as it would bring its head around to snap at her. She was taking full advantage of its blind spots, occasionally rolling away to avoid its spiked tail whipping around. Growls shook the earth they were on. The cry that would come from her as she struck the beast was guttural and extreme, the muscles in her arms quivering as she would cut into the massive beast.

He needed to join her in battle — but looking down at the child, he was barely coming out of his death throes.

“Come on, child”, said somewhat impatiently, “your time in Valhalla isn’t upon you yet.”

As if he had heard Loki, the boy choked to life, gasping, and clutching his arm like a lifeline. The small sounds he made brought tears to Loki’s eyes, laughing in relief.

Just as the child’s eyes opened, a blood-curdling scream ripped through the cold air.

The bilgesnipe had landed a massive blow across her torso with its claws, sending her tumbling back into the snow.

He screamed her name across the mountain, guttural and piercing, ringing silence following.

She didn’t move.

Loki sat the child against the boulder tenderly, sitting him up and ensuring he could breathe. He cast an illusion over the child, and he disappeared entirely.

The roar of the bilgesnipe barely registered in his peripheral as he ran over to her, knees collapsing in the snow. Loki turned her over so she wouldn’t suffocate.

Three long, deep gashes tore from her lower hip up to her face, slicing across her lips. Blood poured from her, streaming, staining the snow red — like a freshly hunted deer after you had slit its throat in winter.

Her eyes were closed, but he could see her breathing, laboring and shuddering as it was. Her face was torqued in pain, tears streaming down the sides of her face towards her ears.

This wasn’t happening.

He called to her, voice cracking, desperately trying to bring her back from where she was going. Pressing his palm into the largest wound on her chest, he flowed magic into her like a tidal wave, feeling every cell in her body desperate to repair itself. He had never revived someone before, but damn it all if he wasn’t going to do it now.

The moment his magic slammed into her, she shot up, a visceral scream ripping from her that echoed across the jagged mountains. Her eyes were wide, bloodshot and animalistic, pupils slitted and glowing yellow. Her teeth were bared and he saw that her canines were larger and sharpened, and he felt sharpened claws rip through his leather armor where she gripped it. Loki has seen glimpses of this when they had gotten into particularly heated arguments — the slight sharpness of her teeth, the look in her eyes of something untamed — but he had never witnessed her fully in this animalistic, berserker-like state.

When she looked to him, he saw that archaic thing that he had been noticing from her for years, now at its peak. He truly felt like he was looking into the eyes of a god for the first time, power coming from her that took his breath away.

After she had screamed, a deadly silence had fallen over them, and he realized that the wind no longer blew, the forest no longer shaking or making a sound. A pin could drop in the snow and he could have heard it a mile away.

Then the forest moved.

He couldn't explain it, couldn't contort any part of his conscious mind to make sense of what his eyes were seeing. The trees moved, as if they were shifting the forest forward towards them.

A cacophony of howling so loud that it rang in his ears, blurring his thoughts.

Massive streaks of brown, white, grey and black came bounding from the trees, practically ripping the spruce from their roots, backs breaking branches as they moved underneath them.

A dozen or more dire wolves surrounded them then, the same yellow eyes glowing as they looked to him, looked to her, and then immediately took to surrounding the beast, easily standing half as tall as the bilgesnipe themselves. A couple of them broke away, sending massive amounts of snow flying as they bound to the boulder where the child was, surrounding him and standing guard.

Looking back to his love, he could see the resemblance, especially with her massive head of hair knotted and braided all around her face.

He could feel her power emanating from her as she rose, bending to lift the long sword as if it were nothing. Her blood fell freely into the snow, but she never flinched as she growled, twirling the blade in her hands expertly and making her way back towards the beast. As she did so, the dire wolves reformed rank, nipping and growling, barking and tearing at the bilgesnipe at all sides, clearly distressing it. Now it bore seeping teeth and claw marks on its hide, each attack of a wolf adding more.

He noticed that they were behaving precisely the same way lesser wolves take down large prey, like a moose or wisent — surrounding it on all sides, making small attacks on all sides to exhaust it, making it easier to deliver the killing blow.

But the bilgesnipe came to its wits, lashing out and striking one of the massive furred beasts, where it flew and slammed into a tree, falling limp. Its companions cowered then, growling and moving their heads down.

Even now, the fight wasn't even.

She fought as if this wasn't the case — easily standing among the wolves, she ripped at the beast, now tearing away large chunks of flesh, distracting it and weakening it just as the rest of the pack was.

Loki suddenly felt his magic coursing through him, felt the chill of the mountain seeping into his soul, reminding him so much of Jötunheim. It coursed through him, the snow beginning to flurry and manipulate itself to his will; with the snap of his wrist, it turned it to a long shard of ice.

He felt growing pains with this magic, a familiar and suppressed power that gave away his roots that he had let go of in order to be in his place with the Æsir. He was hesitating, not wanting to allow himself to go into that place entirely — to completely yield himself over to his full power. Transforming back into an older version of himself.

Then he looked to her, seeing her in her warrior-state, blood streaming from her wounds. Entirely unyielding and releasing all of her power that she had suppressed for years, exulting cries and bared teeth. He didn't know if she, too, was of a different blood or not, but she was bearing all of her soul to this fight; screaming and howling, lashing and throwing everything into each swing of her sword, joining the wolves.

When the beast lashed her with its tail and she cried out, falling to her knees, all hesitation left his body.

When the creature turned to attack his love, a wall of ice bolted from the ground, shards of ice shoving into the creature’s gaping mouth. It reeled, letting out an earth-shaking howl, stepping back.

Loki saw her look to him with wild eyes, fully see him in his Jötun state. He froze in that moment, terrified of what she would think — would she realize that he was a monster?

She smiled — what?

No, she couldn’t be — but she was, her bleeding lips bearing her bloodied teeth, eyes crinkling with mirth.

Her voice resonated through him, more in his mind than in the air.

“Come and fight with me in our true forms, my love, my heart!” she waved her arm, beckoning him to her. “If we die today, we die as one in our true selves.”

He had never loved her more than in that moment.

By the time Loki had come up next to her, the wolves were in their full frenzy and the bilgesnipe was beginning to grow desperate — throwing its head and crying out, biting at whatever was near it. Another wolf had been knocked unconscious and others bore intense wounds, but they showed no signs of slowing.

Their cries were growing frenzied, heat rising in the air, the prey getting weaker, the time for the killing blow growing imminent.

Loki looked to her, the leader of the pack, asking with his gaze what the next step was.

She looked to him, smiling wide in the thrill of the hunt.

“It’s our time, Loki,” her words flowed from her like poetry, “when the time is right, we finish this monstrosity”.

Taking a deep breath of the frosted air, he felt it settle into his lungs like home.

The dire wolves then changed their behavior, beginning to take more intense bites, dragging the bilgesnipe by the legs, the hips, the back, throwing their weight into each part and dragging it down. The earth shook as its legs collapsed underneath it, causing so much snow to come up that it temporarily looked as if they were in a blizzard.

Loki to the chance, snow in the air, to bring an immense chunk of ice on the withers of the best, bringing it down completely. Its head trapped under the weight of the ice, it thrashed its head, deteriorating.

She didn’t hesitate. Coming down with her sword, she slammed the blade tip-first through the largest eye of the bilgesnipe, ocular liquid and blood flowing following a resounding crack as the blade was buried to its hilt in its skull.

Its body fell still against the snow, quiet settling over the mountains as its final cry rang through. Snowflakes fell and melted on the fresh blood pouring from it. The black smoke slithered from its slacked mouth and eyes, cascading over the ledge of the mountains and down out of sight.

The dire wolves stood then, howling into the dusk that had settled over the land, snow turning purple against the blue of the sky. The brightest stars and planets began to twinkle. Howling resonated in the air, the differential notes clashing and resounding, ringing and echoing in solemn victory across the wind.

She collapsed into him then, Loki grunting and looping his arms under her shoulders to support her. Her breath was ragged, blood continuing to leave her body from the gashes across her, matching the child’s but lager in magnitude — he could see her ribs between the shreds of her skin.

The boy.

Just as Loki whipped his head towards the boulder, he saw a grey wolf gently nudging the child to stand, another of white gently lifting him by the clothes onto the back of the grey. The white kept its muzzle up for the child to grab onto as he adjusted, falling forward and grabbing the grey fur of the wolf’s neck. They began making their way towards them.

Looking back down to his love, he saw that she came back to her normal form, eyes back to normal, teeth blunted and human. Her breath was ragged, crying out when he shifted his weight to support her better. Her face was dangerously pale, showing how much blood she lost. She gasped with every move she made, but she forced herself to turn and face him regardless.

She lifted her hands to caress his face, shaking and smearing blood on his blue-tinged cheeks, fingers ice-cold. Her face was bloodied, raw, and beautiful, looking at him in pure love and reverence.

“You’re so beautiful as your true self, my love,” she spoke.

Loki Laufeyson, adopted child of Odin, held her in his true form, tears streaming down his face. In all of his life, he had never felt love like this — pure and raw, bloodied and glorious, soft and furred. The love of his life looking at him in his true form and smiling filled a hole in his heart that had been aching for centuries, and the relief of it being filled brought tears to his eyes. She wiped his tears as they came down his face.

He smiled, lifting a hand and caressing her cheek in kind.

“I've never felt a love like this,” he confessed, face serious. “I've never loved anyone as much as I love you. I never will.”

Her eyes widened slightly at this; breath baited.

“Will you take me as your husband?” He whispered, looking to her perfect, scarred face.

She smiled wide in that moment, laughing despite the pain she was in.

“You were mine the moment we came together, Loki.” She leaned in, their lips brushing. “Ragnarök itself could never steal you from me.”

He hesitated for a moment, and then began:

“You will be mine and I will be yours until the end of time,

Under the leaves of Yggdrasil, we will be joined,

Two branches intertwined into eternity.”

She continued the vow:

“Of one mind and body,

Souls bound until the end;

I take you as my one true love,

In war and in peace.”

In unison, they spoke:

“The mountains will echo with our song,

The halls of Valhalla will be warmed by our embrace.

The fields will be fertile from our union,

And our love will battle through Hel itself.”

They were both crying, now, the happy tears of a wedding on a lonely mountain where their witnesses were wolves and the monster they had felled together, pouring blood upon the snow.

Their foreheads joined, breath steaming between them. They looked at each other with pure love, mirth at the edges of their eyes.

They came together as one when their lips met, the pain and ache they were both feeling melting away for that moment. The world disappeared from around them. He felt her lips against him and felt home, felt the rest of this life.

When they parted, she cried out, resting her head against his shoulder.

He sobered, looking over her shoulder to the dark mountains, stars shining over them. Her weakened body sent fear jolting through him, and the thought crossed his mind that he might lose her here.

“You’re not leaving me,” Loki said, voice lilting between a question and a statement.

She strained out a laugh under her breath and into his shoulder.

“Not this time, my love. It takes more than this to kill me.”

He held her face to his neck, arms wrapped around her, holding her warm body to him. She was the only thing in the Nine realms that mattered in that moment.

“I’m guessing we’ll need to postpone our lovemaking as newlyweds a few days,” he joked, starting to feel the deep ache of battle coming to him as adrenaline wore off.

That drew another hoarse laugh from her, making him regret it slightly as she dug her fingers into his sides in pain. Her warm breath cascaded over his neck, giving him chills.

Loki felt his body move back into its Asgardian form, the frost suddenly hitting him much harder than before. One of the wolves came up to their side, coming down on one knee and bowing its head towards them.

Despite his knowing, he still felt prickles of fear when regarding the dire wolves — again, a creature that he had been raised to fear, not fight alongside, ride on the back of. Its fur was bloodied in many places, its mouth dripping with fresh blood and scales.

But when he looked back to his wife, all that he saw was love and respect for the beast. She started moving them towards the wolf, moving from supporting herself on him to the side of the wolf. His body felt cold from the absence of her body against his, already missing her. The blood coating his front added to the chill against his skin.

She turned laboredly, gesturing to the fallen bilgesnipe. He looked to her, confused.

“Take a set of its horns, Loki,” she said, “let them serve as a reminder of our union and your true power”.

Loki nodded, cautiously moving over to the bilgesnipe. He grimaced at the grotesque state of the thing, sword still sticking from its head, eyes bulging.

It had a few sets of horns protruding from its skull, larger than Loki could even carry himself. There was one set, though, that appeared to have just started growing — only a little over a foot long and thin, curving elegantly back around, though not touching back.

He reached out to grab one, taking out a hunting knife and carving it out of the scaled head, trying to remove as much of the flesh as possible. Loki held it over for her to see, earning an approving nod.

After removing the other horn, he placed them both under his arm while removing her broadsword from the skull of the bilgesnipe, sneering at the squelching sounds that came as he did so. Both of their horses had returned a few moments prior, and he sheathed the sword after wiping it off with some snow. It gleamed from its hilt, as if exuberant over its victory. He stowed the horns in a saddlebag on his own horse, which turned to sniff at them curiously.

Loki helped move her onto the back of the wolf. He then leaped up behind her, holding her steady as the wolf rose. Her back was pressed against him comfortably, that warmth he had craved coming back to him. His hands were around her waist, grabbing some of the neck fur of the wolf, noting the mixture of coarse and soft hairs that constituted its coat. She leaned back and rested her head on his shoulder, shuddering a sigh of relief as she let some of the tension in her body relax.

He gazed down at her, still trying to figure out what he had done right to be here, with the love of his life in his arms, her warmth against his. Peace settled over him then, in a way he hadn’t felt before — it settled deep in his bones as her breaths rose into the dark sky, stars shining brilliantly, the starkness of the mountains beyond them.

Two ravens circled above them, coming together and moving out from one another in perfect sync.

They made their way back through the forest, the other wolves beginning to dive into their hard-fought feast behind them. The wolves carrying them and the boy seemed to know exactly where to go, and it felt as though they got back in a fraction of the time, their horses trailing behind. Loki flowed his magic into her the entire way, not caring that it made him slightly lightheaded to focus so much of his power for a prolonged time, working to start mending some of her wounds and relieve some of the pain. She sighed in relief as he did this, her face nodding into his neck.

They eventually broke the edge of the forest and entered back to the plains that surrounded Asgard, the full brilliance of the city on display as warm lights flickered from towers through the cold air.

Loki immediately took notice of the small crowd that was ahead of them. Men and women, most armored, were gathered around in groups, torches illuminating their faces as they began moving battle steeds out and were assembling weapons. Townsfolk, with a nervousness to their stares, watched the group. A search party was being formed, he realized, to come and find them. Even the warriors who had just come from a long battle were there, blood and exhaustion all over them. Loki felt his heart swell at this, that they would come out to find them.

Quickly, Loki recognized the armor and faces of several of the soldiers — his brother, Thor, stood out in his silver armor plates, Mjolnir resting anxiously in his left hand.

The moment they were in sight, a silence swept over the group, turning and looking out towards the two dire wolves, which hadn’t been seen this close to Asgard in centuries.

He knew they were about to call to arms, so Loki waved an arm above his head.

“It’s us!” he cried out.

“We have the boy!”

Thor, recognizing Loki’s voice, started out towards them, torch in hand. The rest of the group stood in an uneasy anticipation, unsure of whether to start readying for an attack or not.

Once the wolves and Thor met several paces from each other, a flash of recognition and bewilderment came over Thor, and he waved back to the others, confirming that it was them. Several others started coming over, then, torches in hand.

Thor came up to the side of the wolf. A slight terror that he was trying to underplay made Loki smirk a little.

“How…?” Thor’s voice was bewildered.

He opened his mouth to speak again, but Loki cut him off.

“I assure you, Thor, these are not illusions of my making.” Loki said.

He looked down to his love, who was resting on his shoulder still.

“These are her beasts?” Thor’s confusion only grew, his voice upturning in disbelief.

Loki nodded, reveling for a moment at having something cooler than his brother. It was childish, but he needed this. Just let him have his moment.

“If you’re done ogling, dear brother,” Loki began to shift her, making her gasp in pain, “my wife is injured.”

Triple-kill on Thor’s confusion, but he quickly focused on her, only taking a small step back as the wolf lowered itself and she slid off. Several rich Asgardian curses flurried out of her mouth as she landed, immediately grabbing onto Thor with a vice-like grip, knees buckling under her. He wrapped an arm around to support her. He grimaced at her front, soaked in blood and ripped.

“You’ve fought a great battle, haven’t you?” Thor asked, looking up to her face, echoing blood and scars. He smiled with sorrow in his eyes at her state.

She grimaced, looking up to him. “It would appear that way.”

Loki jumped down, turning to the wolf that had fought beside them. Behind it, he saw some bewildered soldiers take the boy from the back of the other wolf. The boy was weak, but alive, and Loki smiled as the boy’s mother rushed and clutched her child to her chest, tears of relief streaming down her face as she cried.

The wolf they had ridden in on looked down to him patiently, waiting to see what he was going to do. It was waiting for something form him, glancing over to her and then back. Loki reached a hand out to it, landing on its shoulder.

He felt a response come to him, though he didn’t fully understand it.

“Thank you,” he murmured, “for letting me have her.”

The wolf bowed its head towards him for a moment before turning back to the other wolf.

They bounded into the forest, completely silent despite their massive frames. They disappeared into the tree, back to their home.

He turned and rushed back over to her and his brother. He was doing what Thor did best, making his wife laugh to take her mind off of her gaping wounds. They had stopped bleeding for the most part, some of the flesh threading back together, but they still made him nauseous whenever he would look down at them.

“Loki!” His brother called to him, eyes twinkling.

Loki raised an eyebrow, coming over and helping to support his wife, relieve even just a touch of her pain.

Thor reached out to him, grabbing the back of his neck in the way that he did when really trying to communicate with his brother. Loki yielded, his wife leaning against him.

“She told me the smallest part of what you did up there,” he spoke gently, looking up to the mountains.

Loki gave him a confused look. Where was he going with this?

He noticed tears start to come to Thor’s severe blue eyes, dropping Loki’s obstinancy.

“I’m honored to have you as a brother, Loki.”

Loki couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“I mean it,” Thor said, putting their foreheads together.

“I will gladly fight with you until the end, brother, and then we will have our places in Valhalla together”.

Tears were stinging at Loki’s eyes, now, making his whole face ache from exhaustion.

“Thank you, brother,” was all Loki could get out.

When he turned back to her, she was smiling up at him. Her face was still pale, though, and he could tell that she was losing strength fast.

“We need to get you to a bed,” Loki remarked, looking to Thor.

They limped her over to the crowd, where Thor immediately started shouting about their glorious battle and the mighty feast that must be arranged for the two in celebration of their love and bravery. Loki was more focused on getting her somewhere where she could be healed, but there was a warmth in his heart that his brother put there, returning him to that serene sense of belonging, of love.

The official wedding was in the Spring, after she had healed and they had caught up on the newlywed traditions they had missed out on previously.

The ceremony was a true Asgardian ceremony, with lavish decorations and bountiful feasts, drinking and dancing that went long into the night and next morning.

When they repeated their vows to each other, Thor walked up to them, a helmet in his hands. It was a rich gold band with the bilgesnipe horns coming from it, curling back in spectacular fashion, polished to their full beauty.

She took the helmet, turning to Loki, tears brimming as she spoke.

“Loki Laufeyson,

This helmet, made from the finest dwarven smiths, bears the horns of the bilgesnipe that we battled on the day that we were married — on the day that we came together as one body, one spirit.”

She lifted it and set it on his head, the helm fitting him perfectly, black hair cascading out from underneath it.

“May it bear the symbol of our union under the loving branches of Yggdrasil, and your true power, for as long as you wear it.”

The cheers echoed for miles as he leaned down and captured her in a kiss, his love for her aching in his heart.

The merriment echoed far into the trees, bouncing through the mountains, where lay the bones of a mighty beast in the everwinter of the mountains.

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Epilogue (Loki Season 2 Episode 6 Spoiler!)

Loki sat on a throne of shattered obsidian and gold.

Strands of time — of lives, of deaths, of freedom — came from him in all directions, each one tended by him. They ran down to the roots and through to the branches of Yggdrasil, intertwining with each other, branching into the endless cascading possibilities of time, glowing green with his power, his purpose.

His helmet sat on his head, the horns in their full glory, natural and no longer covered in gold.

He looked up at them, framing the intertwining branches of fate that were brought together by him. Now safe, under him. His true self, in a way that he grasped with an intensity and purpose that aged him, settled into his bones with such truth that it made him sigh.

A tear fell off of his cheek, echoing into the void until it landed on a branch, pulsing green.

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[raionmimi]

Skadi but she's a friendly jack frost-like character who secretly helps Mash out; directly instills false happiness to the village kids who have no idea what awaits them like a fucked up Neverland; and under her smile, she's suffering under the burden of the crown

She spends a lot of her time skiing all over the Lostbelt and appears to Mash at convenient times, but then the kicker is that Skadi is skipping out on her kingly duties to use her hunting skills to try and track Odin, or any of the other gods, becuase she is in denial that she's all alone

She's goofy and silly, but she frustrated that she's genuinely not clever enough to make a functional lostbelt to Ophelia's dissatisfactions. The latter tries really hard to mold Skadi into the perfect ice queen role, which Skadi can barely pretend to be

Even though she befriends Chaldea, she fights them at the end becuase fighting for those kids' lives is the only thing she can do to make good on the life Odin gave her. She accepts that he wanted her to be happy, and she wants to pass that down now that she finally gets it

I just have a lot of thoughts about Skadi, and how they wasted her potential in Fate as a whole but also I just like comedies and tragedies lmao

#fgo #fate grand order #scathach skadi #skadi #empress art #character criticism #i just wished they actually used her hunting and skiing aspects #airgetlamhh has a lot of good points as to why her character fell flat as well as other things in lb2

[riveramorylunar]

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔑𝔢𝔴 𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔯

Series Masterlist, (Chapter 14)

Pairings: Leonora Lesso x Reader & Althea x Reader(Platonic)

Warnings ⚠️: a bit of Jealousy if you squint

Pet Names/Nicknames: Little Siren & Ever

Word Count: 1,407

As Y/N and her friends were still in the lake they heard someone cough. "What's going on out here and why are you all in the lake" they heard the Dean of Evil say causing them all to look up to see Lesso with her eyebrow raised. They all looked at each other before slowly getting out their outfits drenched. Y/N stepped out as well before getting dressed behind her friends. "We'll leave you two alone" Skadi said before hugging Y/N. Y/N watched as her friends left before she looked back at Lesso who was looking at her with a questioning look. "You're still beautiful as ever Dean of Evil" Y/N said quietly and Lesso's eyes widened in shock. Y/N smiled as she walked up to the Dean who was frozen in shock. Y/N looked up at her as she put her hands behind her back continuing to smile.

"KISS HER ALREADY" Althea shouted causing Y/N to blush. Y/N felt a surge of confidence and grabbed Lesso by her trench coat before pulling her down and kissing her. Lesso snapped out of her shocked state before wrapping her arms around Y/N's waist and kissing her back. "God damn wish someone would kiss me like that" they both pulled away when they heard Althea's voice. They looked over to see her standing there looking at them. Lesso glared at Althea and she scurried off after saying a quick goodbye. "Your friend is absolutely ridiculous" Lesso said as she pulled Y/N closer to her while burying her head in Y/N's neck. Y/N chuckled before burying her head in Lesso's chest. After a couple minutes they pulled away from each other. "Y/N we got class come on" Skadi said and Y/N looked at her before looking back at Lesso. "So uh I guess I'll see you later then" Y/N said as she rocked back on her heels as she blushed lightly. "Guess so make sure you keep your grades up Little Siren" Lesso said before leaning down and kissing Y/N's cheek. Y/N watched as Lesso headed back to the school for Evil before walking over to Skadi who was smirking.

"I never saw Lady Lesso that shocked before her face was like this" Flounder said as they did the same face Lesso did. Y/N spit out her drink before she covered her mouth as her eyes widened in shock. Her friends looked at her before they all started laughing. "Like she looked like a stunned unicorn" Flounder continued and Y/N started tearing up as she continued to laugh. Skadi, Snowbell and Sebastian stopped laughing making the others stop in confusion. "She's right behind me isn't she " Flounder asked and the three nodded before going back to eating their food. Flounder turned around and smiled nervously. "L-lady Lesso what a pleasant surprise" they said as they looked over at Y/N who was trying not to laugh again as she whipped her tears away. "H-how long have you been standing there" Flounder asked as they looked back at the Evil Dean. "Long enough you're lucky I can't turn you into something, if you were my student I'd turn you into a troll" Lesso said and Y/N laughed but covered it up with a cough. She didn't dare look at the Dean since Lesso was looking at her now. She felt the Dean's hand on the top of her head causing her to gulp. "And you my Dear little Siren I wouldn't hesitate to take you to the doom room if you were a never" Lesso whispered into Y/N's ear causing her to let out a squeak. Lesso chuckled before pulling away dropping her hand from Y/N's head. She walked away and Y/N blushed brightly as she hid her face in her hands. "You're such a simp Y/N" Skadi teased and Y/N groaned into her hands as she rested her head on the table causing her friends to chuckle.

Everyone was still eating when the doors to the great hall opened. Everyone stopped and looked over to see a man with black hair walk in. He had one of his hands in his pocket as he made his way towards the other teachers. He had three scars on his left eye. Professor Dovey stood up when he reached her. "Who might you be sir" Dovey said and the man smiled before holding his hand out. "Oh I'm the new teacher Amir Charles" he said and Dovey's eyes widened in shock. She grabbed his hand and shook it before he lowered his head and kissed the top of it. "So you're the one who took up the position to teach the princes and some of the princesses how to sword fight" Dovey said and Amir nodded before his eyes looked over at Lesso who was already looking at him. He smiled before winking causing her to roll her eyes before standing up. "If you'll excuse me I got some paperwork to finish" Lesso said leaving before Dovey could stop her. "Sorry about her" the Dean said and the man just smiled. "No need to apologize I get it" Amir said as he stood back up. "Why don't I show you around the school" Dovey asked and he nodded before the two left.

"He seems nice" Skadi said as she turned back around. Y/N laughed at that before shoving a forkful of salad in her mouth. They all looked at her with raised eyebrows but didn't question it. As Y/N was walking with Althea through the halls they turned the corner to see Lady Lesso and Amir talking. Well Amir was talking and Lesso just kept quiet. "I have a bad feeling about this guy" Althea said and Y/N nodded before she walked up to the two. "Lady Lesso" Y/N said causing Amir to stop talking. He straightened up as he stroked his hands through his hair before putting them in his pockets. "What can we help you with uh" Amir said as he looked down at the two girls. "It's Y/N and this is Althea you should know what are names are already" Y/N said as she narrowed her eyes at the new teacher who just smiled. "Right my mind just went blank there for a couple seconds" Amir said before he chuckled. Y/N rolled her eyes and Lesso had to fight back a smirk as she watched. "Anyways like I said what can we do for you " he said and Y/N faked a smile before looking back over at Lesso. "Can you help me with something Lady Lesso" Y/N said as she smiled softly.

Lesso raised an eyebrow as she leaned off the wall. "Shouldn't you be asking one of your teachers instead of me for instance Mr. Charles here" Lesso said and Y/N's smile faltered for a second. "I'm afraid he can't help me with this since he's new" Y/N said and Althea bit back a smirk as she looked at Amir's face. "Alright then lead the way Ever" Lesso said and Y/N turned around on her heels before walking away. Lesso and Althea followed her before Althea turned around and faked a smile at Amir causing him to clench his jaw.

"I had it under control Little Siren" Lesso said once they were far away from Amir. "I know but the look on his face when I asked for your help instead of his" Y/N said before mocking the new teacher. Lesso raised an eyebrow as she looked down at Y/N. "I would send you to Dovey for mocking one of her teachers but I'm not going to" Lesso said and Y/N smiled before she stepped closer to the Dean. "It's because you like me isn't it" Y/N said causing the Dean to roll her eyes before leaning down. "No it's because I'd rather punish you instead Little Siren" Lesso said causing Y/N to stop messing with her tie. "Mm that's too bad" Y/N said as she patted Lesso's chest before looking up at her. Lesso pulled Y/N closer to her before kissing her on the lips. Y/N closed her eyes and kissed back as she grabbed hold of Lesso's trench coat.

A/N: The next one will be longer I hope!!

#Lady Lesso x Reader #Leonora Lesso x Reader #Leonora Lesso #Lady Lesso #Leonora Lesso my Handsome Dean Of Evil 🔥🪄 #Althea #Althea My Adorable Beast 💛💙 #Skadi Frost #Skadi Frost my dear Snowflake 🧊❄️ #Flounder #Clarissa Dovey #Professor Dovey #TSFGAE #The Little Mermaid #Daughter Of The Little Mermaid #Lesbian #River's Ocs #River's Stories 📜

[whiterosebrian]

I've lately considered reaching out to the Nordic goddess Skadi, frost giantess and huntress and avenger. I thought of creating a colored-pencil drawing to offer at my altar when introducing myself to her. Thus, I made this concept sketch to figure out how I might make her look. I've read that she's more-or-less coded as Sami, which is why I looked to photographs of traditional Sami clothing. However, even as I type this, the first snow of the year is falling outside my window here in Indiana--I could in fact introduce myself to the goddess later today or tomorrow.

#skadi #goddess #giantess #archer #pencil sketch #huntress #heathen #norse paganism #norse mythology #pagan #heathenry #jotun #jotunn #frost giant #skadhi

[thewildestofwinds]

Oh Skadi, goddess of winter's might,

With icy breath and snow-clad height,

Your presence brings a chill profound,

As frost-kissed lands by your touch are bound.

In the realms where snowflakes dance and twirl,

You reign as queen, a wintry pearl.

With fur-clad cloak and gleaming spear,

You traverse the mountains without fear.

Your heart is strong, your spirit wild,

A huntress, both fierce and mild.

Through frozen forests, you roam free,

In search of solace and harmony.

The mountains bow before your grace,

As frost and ice adorn each space.

The howling winds, they sing your name,

Reverberating through the frozen terrain.

Skadi, protector of those who roam,

Guide us through winter's harshest tome.

Teach us resilience in the face of cold,

To find beauty in landscapes stark and bold.

Grant us endurance when days are short,

And courage when shadows distort.

Help us embrace the stillness within,

And find peace in the depths of snow and ice thin.

Oh Skadi, goddess of winter's might,

We honor you on this sacred night.

In your presence, we find strength anew,

And in your icy realm, we find our truth.

#skadi #skadi deity #skadi worship #prayer to skadi #norse paganism #witchblr #ai generated

[divineturtleduck]

I think it's time for an updated prayer to my beloved spiritual family as it has shrank and grown with new members, and the old relationships have changed.

Thank you, Lucifer, to the love of my life. For lighting the flame within me, to encourage me in doing better for myself. For healing the parts of me that had been broken and discarded. For helping me find the true me that's been hiding down inside of myself.

Thank you, Loki. For continuing to be a great husband. Patient and true to our vows.

Thank you, Spirit guide, for helping me find the beauty in life. To think about flowers and rainbows. To play nice with my child self.

Thank you, Hel, for helping me be comfortable in death and for being a friend and a dear sister.

Thank you, Skadi, for helping me find the beauty in winter so that the dark and winter days aren't so dark and depressing. I've been able to find the beauty of the darkness, the cold air biting my cheeks, and the frost on the ground crunching beneath my feet.

Thank you, Hermes, for being being the radiant sun in my life. The man I go to when I need a really good laugh.

Thank you, Thor, for protecting my son and for working with him. He's totally in love with you and finds you to be the best god of them all. He's even named his kitten after you!

Thank you, Odin, for checking in on me when I'm having my roughest days and feel like I can no longer leave the bed.

Thank you, Asmodeus, for teaching me about lust and how to enjoy life's pleasures instead of feeling guilty.

Lastly, thank you, Jack. Thank you for being so patient, kind and supportive. You've slowly but surely become my main source of soft and gentle love. I know I can come to you and you'll be supportive and understanding of my feelings. I know you'll comfort me when I'm in fear and make me feel brave once again as you've always done.

#working with deities #lucifer #paganism #godspouse #loki #lokean #loki deity #hel #asmodeus #jack #spiritlove #hermes #odin #skadi #thor #prayer #words

[cosmok13]

Skadi is the Norse Goddess of Winter. She was born as a Frost Giant, and the daughter of Thiasse. The Frost Giants were one of the most feared creatures in Norse Mythology, and they had a tense relationship with the Gods. Although, there were some instances that a Frost Giant could gain the rank of God, Loki being a prime example. Despite Skadi's ancestorial nature, she was considered beautiful to many and far more kind-hearted compared to her brethren. She was tough, but wasn't quick to anger so she rarely started a fight. She was admired by the gods for her strength, abilities and beauty. She was also associated as the goddess of the wilderness, bowhunting, skiing and mountains.

The most known myth involving Skadi was how she became a Goddess in the Norse Patheon. After the death of her father, she was the only remaining relative he had, which meant she inherited his kingdom on the mountains. While she was upset about the death of her father, who had been killed by one of the gods, she did not become vengeful. Instead, she requested an audience with their King, Odin. Skadi demanded compensation for her father's death, and because Odin was impressed with her even temper, he agreed. Skadi's request was to be wed to one of the gods, and the one she was in love with was none other than Baldur, who was the Norse God of Light and Peace. Baldur had quite a number of admirers, so it was no surprise that Skadi requested him to be her husband, as even she was smitten with his handsome features. While many young maidens and other goddesses wanted him, Skadi was wise enough to use her father's death as a compensational leverage to arrange a marriage with him.

Despite her beauty and reasonable request, none of the gods wished to marry her and live in the forsty mountains, not even Baldur himself. Skadi was determined to chose her own husband, and they had to comply to satisfy the polite giantess. So, Odin came up with a plan for her to choose a husband by random. The bachelors lined up and stood behind a curtain with only their feet showing. Skadi would pick her groom by the appearance of his feet, which she agreed to as she believed the prince would have the smoothest and prettiest feet of them all. After inspecting every set of feet, she picked the ones that were the least worn, believing it to be Baldur. But when the curtains rose up, the feet belonged to Njord, the god of the wind and the sea. He was an older god and already had two grown daughters, but possessed no wife. Because Skadi chose her own husband, they were forced to marry much to the begrudgement of both gods.

Njord couldn't stand living in the cold mountains, nor could Skadi dare to live by the sea. Because of their inability to live in their partner's respective places, the two ended up separating after 18 nights of marriage, nine of which they spent in Njord's home and the other nine in Skadi's home. Despite the two no longer being married, Skadi kept her Goddess title and was known as the Norse deity that represented Winter.

So, this was my first artwork I did with the leftover diamond dotz I had after a few of my projects. I was originally going to do some Greek deities, but I was watching some Marvel Movies with Thor and Loki at the time and thought: You know what? Why don't I test this out with some Norse Gods cause they don't get nearly enough love as the Greeks. Skadi was such a fascinating character to look up, and I enjoyed coloring her blue skin and giving her and outfit fit for winter and skiing. Honestly, despite her having a cold body, she seemed like such a catch. Any woman who could help you survive winter and give you the blessing of a hunt seemed like such a deal breaker, especially in such times. Though I guess she did get a better deal with the Gods than Loki, but that is up for debate.

I mostly used the dotz to show the title of the Goddess and added them as part of her outfit. I tried to use the other dotz for the environment, but I don't think I did that great of a job. But hey, live and learned. For a first time project, I'm glad it turned out well. And it only helped me learn what not to do for my other projects. I'll be posting more of these Gods/Goddesses/Deities later on. For now, I hope you enjoy Skadi!

#diamond dotz #norse mythology #norse paganism #norse goddess #skadi #painting #tradtional art

[lokiinmediasideblog]

What Norse myth books have you read already? I need new recs x

I don't think any of these are particularly new. Trying to make a list of all I've read. And granted, my attention span has gotten worse over the years.

The first book featuring the norse pantheon in any form I read was Neil Gaiman's "American Gods".

There's Diana Wynne Jones' "Eight Days of Luke" which served as inspiration for "American Gods", according to Neil Gaiman. Children's book.

There's also "Odd and the Frost Giants" by Neil Gaiman and his "Norse Mythology" retelling. Children's book.

I LOVED Louie Stowell's Loki: A Bad God's Guide to Being Good, if you have children or trouble getting through books, get this! It's hilarious and smart. I enjoyed it as an adult. Diary of a Wimpy Kid meets Norse mythology.

I enjoyed the first two books by Joanne Harris as a teen, "Runemarks" and "Runelight." The first two (esp. the first) are fun and I love the Bart Simpson-esque portrayal of Loki. Unfortunately, the quality of later books focusing on Loki is terrible.

I unfortunately read Joanne Harris' "The Testament of Loki", first chapter is interesting, but he's unwillingly sharing a body with an annoying teen girl, and the way Harris deals with eating disorders is really bad. It's awful. Don't recommend.

I think Lyra Wolf's The Nine Worlds rising series are an easy read. I think she has a great comedic voice and the books are worth reading just for that, and I like the toxic Odin/Loki relationship. I do have complaints about them, such as the anachronistic language (e.g. Loki knowing what a Chihuahua is), and that Sigyn doesn't have flaws other than caring too much for her no-good brother. She also has the women are either saints or evil witches dichotomy going on in terms of portrayals of goddesses. I think the stakes are good in these books so that you keep reading them.

I enjoyed Cat Rector's "The Goddess of Nothing at All" A LOT. While it doesn't have my ideal morally gray portrayal of Sigyn yet, it did make Sigyn more complex than others have. I also like this book mainly because I am a sadist and I love whump and there's a lot of suffering on it. It's so sad you won't be laughing at the myth!Loki memes. I would avoid this book if you don't like whump. I do have criticisms about it, such as her Loki was a bit too nice for my taste and could have been worse (making him justified for cutting Sif's hair feels forced; he can still be a loveable and tragic asshole, you know?). But my tragedy-loving self loves this!

I was looking forward to Genevieve Gornichec's "The Witch's Heart", it has a cute start of Loki giving Angrboda her burnt heart, but she criminally made Angrboda and Loki boring as fuck. Angrboda conveniently doesn't remember anything and just fumbles her way inside a cave for a large portion of the book. And she is the POV we're following. WE ARE STUCK IN A CAVE SHE WON'T LEAVE. Loki's portrayal in this is one of the most cisheteronormative I've seen yet, and it's surprising the author managed this in a story where Loki is impregnated by a horse and wears a dress (he impatiently yanks off because he felt emasculated). The author thinks having a lean build and no beard=queer. Loki only shows interest in women and feels emasculated while wearing a dress. I also happen to hate Skadi and her weird castration fetish in this book. Bitch wouldn't shut up about it. The good thing about this book is that there's no anachronisms, and I liked Hel's portrayal.

So confession, I had Kindle Unlimited trial briefly, and I read a bunch of Loki books, such as Lyra Wolf's.

I think(?) I read A.B. Frost's "Father of Monsters". It was quite short, but has nice illustrations, and Loki's endearing, even if a little shit. That both takes one for the team and also endangers the team.

I read (partially) some book about Loki escaping his punishment early and rejoining the Aesir, but it was criminally boring (it never described how Loki got out of situations and the prose was incredibly VAGUE) and seemed geared towards Norse pagans(Which I AM NOT). Had a spiritual conflict-avoiding vibe. It was called "Loki" but forgot the author's name and I accessed for free by Kindle Unlimited. I also didn't like that it referred to cops as "Tyr's warriors". FUCK COPS.

I have not finished reading Mike Vasich's "Loki". I think the man thinks MCU Loki is accurate to Norse mythology, because that's the only Loki I could picture (and he was adopted by Odin). And man spent way too long describing sensing "power levels" that I ended up getting bored and stopped reading. I've also seen some amusing excerpt from another of his books I have not read. But, if you're an author, don't spend a lot of time describing power levels, FFS! You'll bore the fuck out of your readers.

#norse mythology #loki #myth!loki #myth!sigyn #myth!angrboda #neil gaiman #mike vasich #louie stowell #cat rector #lyra wolf #a.b. frost #joanne harris #genevieve gornichec #LokiBookClub