#mischiefmodig / o1

[magnusmodig]

𝐒𝐎 𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 in the universe and its many realms. and even more rarely within that did the norns allow such fates to be within thor's grasp or meager control. so soon was ASGARD displaced of its throne atop the NINE REALMS did cosmic sovereign find himself displaced from his people altogether. in his hands a few rudimentary items. in his ears the ringing voice of another creature's parting sentiments.

. . . in his veins the resounding hollow of an emptiness within ; the distractingly familiar void of the wind and electric current humming throughout .... everything.

air caught in the lungs of the mighty thor. pulse skipped a beat in the breast of a man not meant for such disquiet. still did thor find that one strange thing led way to another , for the sound of another soul stepping through the opposite end of the .... ( head craned upright . against the glare of light , thor squinted. ) tower roused his mind and heart before it could be torn asunder.

squaring his broad shoulders , thor stepped around the bend. ( &. was met with raven hair and a green cape so heart-wrenchingly asgardian that were he man of less stature thor might have just cried for joy. )

❝ loki? ❞ thor called to the brother who seemed not to see him nor sense the dawning of thor's presence. &. finding that such matters perturbed him , thor called for him again before finding his boot fell swift if only to find himself by younger brother's side. ❝ are you alright? where— ❞ a short glance around them. atmosphere , certainly. not space. ❝ where is our vessel? the STATESMAN? ❞

@mischiefmodig / it 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐒 .

#( ic . ) — son of odin . the crown is a heavy burden for thee . #( closed . ) — locked in father's vault . #mischiefmodig #mischiefmodig / o1

[fellstcr]

⚔️ // there was a stillness of night that could not compete with the day. a tranquility found only beneath the stars and the coolness of a dark sky. despite this , byleth had found herself a restless spirit , and though the chill of winter nipped at her nose and fingertips , its BITE was almost a pleasant sting.

she drew her coat further over her shoulders , pinning the grey fabric into something of a shawl. her sleeves fluttered like dark wings yearning for flight beneath the golden shimmer of twinkling tree-lights and a flurry of a snow-swept breeze.

the largest moon , waxing crescent , still shone its silver light across the frozen waters of the lake all the same. even if the blue sea star was nowhere to be seen in the sky above , the same as the last .... ( something in her ached with longing ... a pain wedged between her fourth and fifth ribs , cutting as quick as the icy air. )

...a flicker of movement not so far from her caught byleth's eye. a shadow of a figure , tall and unfamiliar to her. another person. it seemed after all she was not the only one to wander so late at night.

@mischiefmodig / hearths rising ; plotted .

#⚔️ ic. / crest of flames. #⚔️ thread. / closed. #mischiefmodig #mischiefmodig / o1 #event // hearths rising 2023