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Chapter 74 - Yelana's surprise and Anna's special journey

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The Norting was over and the Northuldra left the hall to return to the camp one by one. Ryder and Honeymaren were the last to leave and she glanced back at Elsa, but she was still standing by the stairs with her sister, Yelana and Alena, engaged in conversation. Honeymaren turned away sadly after a moment or two and slipped out through the door just as Elsa saw her.

While Anna spoke enthusiastically of the meeting house, Elsa had become rather pensive. Unfortunately, there had been no more opportunity for her to speak to Honeymaren. Not to mention that if tears had flowed from both of them, it would have drawn unwelcome attention to them, especially to the young Northuldra. Uncomfortable questions might have arisen and that could well have had a negative effect on Honeymaren. But there had to be something Elsa could do to arrange a secret meeting with her. Suddenly an idea occurred to her.

“I'll climb up to the top of the tower, Yelana, if I may. I need to think about something before we talk about your ideas,” she said.

“Of course, Elsa, just go up and have a look around,” replied the woman addressed, and Elsa began to climb up cautiously, not really trusting the cantilevered stair structure.

But nothing wobbled or swayed, everything was very sturdily built and she gained more confidence. Her steps quickened and just before she reached the platform she was almost running.

Then she was under the pyramid-shaped roof, holding on to the thin balustrade and looking down to spot Honeymaren. She discovered her just before she would disappear among the bushes. She was the last one down there and no one else was in the clearing. Honeymaren turned around one last time and Elsa waved at her with her arms raised, hoping to be seen, because she didn't dare call down loudly because of the others down in the hall.

Just as Honeymaren turned around, she saw Elsa standing at the top of the tower out of the corner of her eye. What was she doing there? Elsa was flailing her arms frantically. Honeymaren waved back a little uncertainly with a hand at her side until she suddenly realised that Elsa was trying to communicate something to her through gestures.

First a finger pointed at herself, then she pointed at Honeymaren while her mouth moved, silently trying to tell her something. Apparently she feared that someone was listening when she called out. Then she pointed several times to the south, towards the camp, and finally hugged herself. Honeymaren had understood. Elsa wanted to meet her later at the camp to talk and … was the self-hug supposed to mean that …? She nodded overtly and repeated the finger gestures with a smile, only in reverse. And at the end she threw Elsa another kissing hand and waved happily.

Elsa breathed a sigh of relief. Honeymaren had understood and agreed. She absolutely had to talk to her tonight and be with her before she left for her journey perhaps as early as tomorrow morning. Only the exact location in daylight could still be a problem.

Behind her, she suddenly heard footsteps on the stairs. It was Anna, who now also stepped onto the narrow platform and tried to look around. But two people at once hardly had room up here.

“Wow, great view from here … you can even see over the treetops … and how sturdy and yet filigree everything is built. That's some impressive construction for the Northuldra, don't you think, Elsa? Is that why you are so pensive? But well, I'm curious what Yelana will tell us about it and her ominous plan. I'm already curious.” Anna tried to make a little more room for herself, but to no avail. “It's a bit cramped up here for two, isn't it? Would you rather we went back down?”

Elsa nodded. “You're right, it is indeed. It's probably only meant as a lookout, like on ships. There's only room for one there, too. You go ahead, there's no other way,” she giggled.

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“You've already seen everything inside here, so let's go around the building and you could take a closer look at the construction,” Yelana said. “Afterwards I'll tell you about my idea, which might be a little crazy.”

When they were all outside and followed Yelana on the tour, she first told them a bit more about the purpose of this house and what the side entrance was all about.

“I noticed that too when I was looking at everything before the meeting. Why is it that you don't have any noaidi anymore, or was it that … Gyda?”

“Well, sort of, but that was decades ago, before a magical mist trapped us, but she was cast out for certain reasons I won't go into. Before that we had someone without mention of a full council of elders. However, when the old King of Arendelle started a war with us, many of them died in the battle,” Yelana explained. “But now we have peace with Arendelle, thanks to Queen Anna and Elsa.”

Alena nodded thoughtfully.

“Times have changed and if what you said about Honeymaren is true, Alena, and the changes that will happen to her once she takes her position, then now that I think about it like this, I feel that perhaps my idea is not so far-fetched. I was now allowed to be a guest in Arendelle for a longer period of time and was even given a place in the royal council, as a mediator between the two peoples. What if the Norting were to take on a completely different role in the future? One in Arendelle, in a very similar building, only much bigger, combined with the modern architectural style of Arendelle and that of the Northuldra. It could be a meeting place, a focal point to our people and market place for our crafts and trade more generally.”

“But that's quite a wonderful idea, Yelana!” said Anna enthusiastically. “In fact, I could think of quite a few other things that would bring our two cultures even closer together. I'm beginning to understand what you meant by 'new possibilities and opportunities for the future'.”

“And you still have people who know about the unique architectural style?” asked Elsa. “Because this new building in Arendelle would have to look very similar, be just as special, and have just as much of an effect on the visitors there as it did on us today.”

“There are only two left to whom the knowledge has been passed on orally, but they are too old to do anything themselves.”

“Would our builders then, and there would not be many who would come to visit, be allowed to inspect the building here more closely in person and speak to your two elders here on site?” asked Anna.

“True, Anna, the best way to ask such questions is to see the problem with your own eyes. You might as well make some first drafts and take lots of notes,” added Elsa

“I don't think that should be a problem,” Yelana confirmed. “Ultimately, it's still my decision and I don't think Honeymaren would mind either. Well, it looks like I'll be needed in two places in the future.”

“But that's fine, Yelana, and it would only be for a year,” Elsa said, “Your people love you and would miss you if you left them to live in Arendelle in the future. I saw that clearly in the hall today.”

“Alena, I also noticed a certain thing you mentioned when you were in your trance,” Anna interjected. “The peoples in the far north, who, like the Northuldra, also call themselves the People of the Sun, actually speak different languages?”

“There are, as far as I know, as many as eleven languages and sometimes it is really difficult to communicate,” replied the noaidi.

“Oh, I can well imagine, especially because you have no writing of your own, as Yelana once told me. In Arendelle we can learn foreign languages from books and teachers who know languages. In Arendelle, too, we know different ones, from visitors and emigrants from distant kingdoms.”

“Think of Sorenson, Anna,” Elsa interjected. “What if we set up a university in the new building, as he once casually called it. It could become not only a place of getting to know each other, but also of knowledge,” Elsa enthused. “And that would be the perfect place for him as a scientist, if we give him a leading role there. As you know, he was still thinking about staying in Arendelle.”

“Good idea, sis. Besides, what if we don't set up the future royal council there, instead of holding it in the castle? Do you think that would be possible?” asked Anna.

“Interesting thought. In principle, as queen, you'll just have to decide. As for that, I hope Kai is successful.”

While the sisters were still discussing and exchanging thoughts, Yelana looked enthusiastically back and forth between the two of them, because she would never have thought that they were both so fired up about her idea. Alena, on the other hand, was lost in thought, trying to reconcile what she had seen in her trance on Honeymaren's journey with what had just been said.

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Further south in Snoob …

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“No, it's really no problem and we are delighted to help. Just take all the sacks with you, because our silos are full to the top due to the last three good harvests. So we have no shortage of grain,” the baker said to Kristoff and Karl, “and thanks to the windmills, grinding into flour is also much faster than it used to be when I was still learning the baker's trade.”

“You have windmills too? Haven't seen any at all,” Kristoff commented.

“They are up on the plateau where there is always enough wind. Did you know, Your Highness, that windmills were invented by Queen Iduna of Arendelle?” asked the baker and Kristoff nodded.

“Of course, she was after all the mother of my … betrothed, Queen Anna.”

“Sorry, that was a silly question of mine. It's just that I like to tell that story more often. We owe a lot to her invention.”

“I can understand that, but tell me, so many bags and all the other food that was donated to us today, we can't even transport them all with our cart. Can you take them to the collection point for transport to the capital? Karl knows where that is.”

“Of course, I'd be happy to. Is there anything else I can do to help?”

“Thanks, but no thanks. We're done for the day with our tour and I'm sure Arendelles citizens will be very grateful for your generosity.”

Kristoff and Karl said their goodbyes and left the bakery after Kai's brother had told the baker where the hall was from where transport was to be made in the morning. Karl had led his brother to the Baron's estate two hours ago and he had not yet returned.

“Let's go and see how Kai is doing,” Kristoff suggested and Karl agreed.

A little later they were standing in front of a stately mansion and asked the servant for admission when he opened the door.

They only had to wait a short time in the richly decorated entrance hall, which radiated a rural charm and presented oil paintings as well as some trophies of the hunt on the walls. In the middle, a wide staircase led up to a gallery, from which two corridors branched off to the left and right. In the center hung a huge oil painting showing the baron and baroness. While he stood beside her in a dress uniform decorated with several medals, with his hand on her shoulder, she sat in a flared, bouffant dress in pastel red and had her straw-blond hair pinned up. They both looked at the onlooker with smiles.

She looked relatively young to Kristoff, no older than her mid-thirties. Unfortunately, he had not had the opportunity to meet her last time and so he approached Karl about it.

“She's not as young as she looks here, the painter has embellished it a bit,” he grinned. “I don't know her exact age, but be sure that she is not much younger than the baron himself,” Karl said quietly enough so that only Kristoff could hear.

The servant returned and led them into the drawing room, where they saw Kai and the baron sitting engrossed in conversation. They both stood up as they entered and the baron immediately approached Kristoff to give him a warm welcome, grasping both his hands.

“I am pleased to have you visit me here and welcome you to my humble estate, Your Highness. My wife sends her apologies and would certainly have liked to meet you too, but she is feeling unwell today and has had a bit of a lie down. Please join us,” said the baron with a welcoming gesture. “Welcome, Karl. How is Hanna?”

“Very well, Your Excellency, thank you for asking.”

Kai bowed slightly to Kristoff as he stepped closer and took a seat beside him in the wide armchair.

When all were seated, the baron asked, “May I offer you something to drink, Your Highness? A glass of wine perhaps, or a glass of sherry?”

“Thank you, Baron, not necessary, but perhaps a glass of water?”

The baron instructed his servant to fetch what was requested from the kitchen and immediately began to address the conversation with Kai without further ado.

“We have agreed that I will take care of our queen's request as early as tomorrow morning and I feel very honoured to be able to help Arendelle in this way. In fact, I already have my own eye on a candidate from our little town for a council seat and I'm sure he would be proud to be invited to the audience at the castle.”

“That is excellent news, baron. Thank you for your help,” Kristoff replied.

“Of course, it will take some time to reach the mayors of all Snoob's settlements and elect their candidates. It is a task with great responsibility, requires many conversations and tolerates no mistakes. But I am sure in a few weeks there will be enough candidates for the queen to choose from.” He paused for a moment and then added, “For the military issues, especially the navy, you might also want to visit the naval base to the south with this request, it's only about half a day's ride from here.”

Kristoff had not yet had much experience in expressing himself appropriately to a baron in such important matters, but he knew from last time that he was very friendly and obliging. Moreover, he knew what was important to Anna and what had happened when she dismissed the old royal council. Therefore, he chose his words carefully.

“Her Majesty will be very pleased, because it is essential for her to form a new council as soon as possible. Arendelle needs people who are one hundred per cent loyal to their ruler and who, together with her choices, will make smart and wise decisions for the entire kingdom.

She will undoubtedly be very happy about this development, Baron. I will think about your suggestion of visiting the naval base, thank you very much for that advice.”

“May I take this opportunity to ask how it actually came to the dissolution of the Royal Council, because that was it, wasn't it? Kai could not give me any information about that.” The baron, who was sitting directly opposite Kristoff, looked him straight in the eye and leaned forward slightly.

Now Kristoff suddenly felt in a predouille, for this was a highly precarious question from the baron and actually he should have expected exactly that; he thought. He pondered feverishly and felt pinned down by the baron's penetrating gaze. As friendly and affable as the baron had seemed so far, with this one question and the way he asked it, he proved that he was not the baron of Snoob for nothing. Kristoff had been a little deceived, he now realised.

�� He thought back to that day when he had witnessed the chaos in the council hall and how some council members literally attacked Anna verbally. Kristoff thought he could still hear the reverberations of the shouting and Anna's loud reaction to it. He still felt the shiver that ran down his spine when Anna had Monrad taken away for treason and announced her clear and at the same time irrevocable decision.

“Well, as you can imagine, dear baron, I was present at that day's council meeting as crown prince. I will not go into the details here, but the queen could not help but make this decision. The capital was in direct danger and there had been cowardly and brutal attacks on the farmlands and elsewhere. Our citizens were in turmoil and the role of the council would have been to support their queen, stand fully behind her and help her make the urgent decisions that needed to be made. But unfortunately that was not the case and the queen had to crack down. She made, in my opinion, absolutely the right decision.”

There was absolute silence in the room for a few moments and Kai had held his breath during Kristoff's words, looking at him hopefully. Such moments could be the test of a crown prince. But now Kai relaxed again and smiled inwardly. Kristoff had done his job well, justifying the queen's decision with confident and diplomatic words, and beyond that, even coming to her defence. “Bravo, Your Highness“; thought Kai.

The baron had become thoughtful, lowering his gaze as he leaned back in his chair again, probably trying to imagine this situation right now.

“Yes, you are right, Your Highness. In such a perilous situation, one has to rely on the wise advice of all who are entrusted with it. If the royal council fails to do its job, or even works against its queen, then its members have forfeited their council seats.” The baron finally nodded. “The queen has acted wisely and I understand now. Thank you, Your Highness for your honest words. The queen undoubtedly has a wise and faithful betrothed by her side in you, my congratulations. You are to be envied.”

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In the north, the sun had hidden above the enchanted forest and seemed unwilling to show itself again. Thick grey clouds hung over the treetops and it seemed darker than it was then under the thick blanket of mist. The birds had retreated to their nests and the other forest animals were busy looking for and hoarding supplies for the long winter.

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When the sisters returned to camp with their escort, Elsa found that many Northuldra surrounded Honeymaren, asking questions about her journey and what to expect. Advice was given and help was offered. As the noadi had predicted, the first volunteers had stepped forward and offered to accompany her.

Elsa saw no chance to talk to Honeymaren undisturbed, let alone exchange caresses before they parted. She sighed and Yelana did not miss her glances at the young Northuldra. She therefore took Elsa aside for a moment.

“It's difficult for you, isn't it? I can see it.”

Elsa looked at her and just nodded. Words were superfluous here. Yelana put an arm around her shoulder comfortingly.

“Maybe you should think of something else and take a chance.”

“What do you mean? What chance?”

“I spoke to Alena yesterday and she told me all that happened at the fifth monolith and also about how you were able to see your mother again with her help. Think about it … Alena will leave tomorrow together with Honeymaren and today is the last opportunity for a whole year to ask her for something. Who knows if Alena will even come to visit us again, because she also told me that at her age such long journeys are increasingly difficult for her.”

Elsa looked at her broodingly for a while and Yelana pushed her head a little closer with her eyes open questioningly and her eyebrows raised, as if to ask “Well? No idea what I might mean?” and then suddenly a light came on for Elsa.

“Anna!” she groaned and Yelana nodded in satisfaction.

Elsa hugged her and said, “Oh, Yelana, thank you so much! That is the most wonderful idea I have ever heard! I must find Alena right away and ask her if she can do it for us and then I must explain it to Anna somehow. She'll probably hardly believe it.”

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“Are you sure I can do this, Elsa? I mean, you're the fifth spirit and have magical powers, but I'm just normal human,” Anna said when they were on their way to the monoliths.

“Anna, you're not just 'normal' at all, think about what you've already achieved and that you never give up. You are the other side of the bridge and the nature spirits have confirmed you in that.” Elsa stopped and took her sister by the shoulders. Then she looked deep into her eyes.

“Alena is preparing a potion that will make it easier for us to be in a trance with our minds and travel to the in-between world. Besides, we'll stand together on the great stone, the direct link to this world. Just think what a huge and unique opportunity this is for you … not only will you be able to see Mama again and even talk to her, but for the very first time you will be standing inside Ahtohallan without the slightest danger of freezing to death! You wanted to accompany me there back then and now you can, even without any effort. I promise you, you will be thrilled!

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Honeymaren was surprised that Elsa didn't appear, perhaps giving her hand signals again, but then she saw Alena walking towards the monoliths with her drum in her hand and a bag over her shoulder. What was the noaidi up to? Go on another dream trip before they both left tomorrow? Honeymaren excused herself to the surrounding Northuldra and promised to be back soon.

She strolled leisurely in the same direction as Alena at first, then ran after her as she crossed the edge of the forest.

“Alena, wait. May I go with you?”

“Certainly, Honeymaren, although I don't think you'll have much entertainment with me.”

“You go into a trance again … about tomorrow's journey, aren't you? That's why you brought your drum.”

Alena shook her head. “That's for an entirely different reason. Elsa wants to take her sister, the queen, on a spiritual journey to her mother, and they need me for that, because I'm only here for today.”

Now Honeymaren was surprised, and that explained why she hadn't seen Elsa again, when it was she who had insisted on meeting her. So that's why this sudden change of heart, because of her sister; Honeymaren said to herself and paced broodingly and silently beside Alena.

Shortly afterwards, they all met. The sisters wondered at first why Honeymaren had come along, but it soon cleared up when Alena explained.

“It will take me a while to prepare the potion, you three can talk in the meantime,” she said, rummaging various utensils from her carry bag, including some small chopped wood, tinder and flint.

“Can I have a word with you, Elsa? Alone?” asked Honeymaren, standing up.

Elsa nodded and excused herself to Anna, who knew very well what this must be about for obvious reasons.

“You go ahead … I'll watch Alena in the meantime.”

The latter was building a small fire and was now waiting for enough embers to form.

A few steps away, Honeymaren said to Elsa, “If we want to meet tonight, I know the perfect place for it, one that almost no one knows about and one that is not easily discovered.”

“And where exactly?”

“See that hill back there with the big ridge behind it?” Elsa looked and nodded. “Go to that hill after dark and keep to the right. Soon you will discover a hidden lake. You won't miss me, because I'm already waiting for you there on the shore and then I've also built a fire. Maybe I'll also catch a few trout that we can roast … we'll see.”

“All right, Maren, sounds good and I'll come. But let's better go back now, Alena seems to be ready in a minute.”

Alena just took a lot more out of her bag and Anna wondered.

“Tell me, how deep is your bag, all that stuff you're getting out of it?” laughed Anna, watching Alena with interest as she poured her special herbal mixture into the guksi and crushed it with a small mortar before adding some water from a small leather bag and tipping it into the pot, which she then placed in the middle of the embers.

“Well, everything you need for a trance like that. This is my prepared travel collection and doesn't take up that much space. Everything else will be added on the way,” Alena said, stirring the slightly simmering green brew with a reindeer bone.

Anna felt quite different when she saw and, above all, smelled it.

“And I'm supposed to drink that then? That's disgusting!”

Alena laughed. “It's not as bad as it looks, believe me,” she said and Elsa confirmed it to Anna when she came and sat down next to her. Honeymaren remained standing next to her for now.

“Alena, can you be with us later and can lead us to Ahtohallan? I'd love to show Anna,” Elsa said and Honeymaren's eyes immediately widened.

“Wait a minute, you're going to Ahtohallan too? I want to come with you there! No Northuldra has ever been inside the glacier, not even close.”

“I'm afraid that's not possible. I will only accompany you so far that you reach the in-between world. Everything else you must ask your mother's spirit. It is she who has the direct link to Ahtohallan … and no, Honeymaren, unfortunately the potion is not enough for that, nor my powers for three instead of two trance travellers. It is very exhausting for me, you must know.”

Honeymaren nodded with a pout, “Too bad …”

A few minutes later the potion was ready and she poured it back into the guksi to pass to Anna.

“Blow a little on it, it's still very hot. After that you just have to close your eyes and put your hand on one of the big monoliths. I will …”

At that moment Elsa interrupted the noaidi and told her a slight change of plan.

“Alena, we will use the fifth stone and sit together in the middle. You can sing your joik from the top then.”

“But I thought only the fifth spirit was allowed to step on this stone. You know what happened a few days ago.”

“That's true, Alena, but Anna and I together form Ahtohallan's bridge, the interface between man and the magic of nature. The two of us are the only ones who can do that without danger. And as you know, the fifth stone is the direct path to Ahtohallan.”

Elsa was right and nothing happened, not even a glow from the symbols on the other four monoliths. They both sat with their legs crossed on the star in the middle and Alena started her joik and drummed to it. Honeymaren stood next to the noaidi, who had also sat down at the edge of the large hole in the earth.

Elsa slowly drank half of the bowl and passed it to Anna. She pinched her nose and gulped down the green concoction as fast as she could, after which she screwed up her face in disgust and threw the guksi carelessly aside.

“Close your eyes and just let Alena's joik and rhythm carry you away. Concentrate on it completely and relax. You don't have to be afraid at all, Anna, I’ll be there with you the whole time and soon …”

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Anna didn't notice at first how she slipped over into the trance, she only saw grey light behind her closed eyelids and thought it was the daylight she was still perceiving. She wondered if the whole ritual would work here, because after all it was Elsa with the special abilities and not her. At the beginning, Anna wasn't scared of what would happen, but then the grey turned into a bright silver that wafted and moved.

Usually, Anna was not afraid of heights and had even climbed onto the castle’s roof once, but what happened next took her breath away since she couldn't believe what was happening. Anna was frightened to the core, rowing her arms in the hope of finding a foothold somewhere. But there was absolutely nothing she could grasp and instead thought she was falling into groundlessness. Anna had to gag. At least that's what she thought, because she quickly realised that her body was not reacting as she expected. She couldn't feel it at all.

Moments later, she noticed that she was floating in place, above an infinite green grassy plain far, far below her, with a wide river winding through it. Nothing here apparently had substance or weight. So her body and her sensations had been pure imagination. She turned her head to the side. Elsa hovered right next to her and grinned at her.

“Why are you grinning at me like that? You could have given me a heads up, couldn't you? That wasn't funny just now, Elsa!”

“Sorry, sis, I forgot that because of my magic I'm better prepared for unexpected things and therefore easier to cope with. It should be clear to you that we are not here at all, Anna. Our spirit, our soul is the one who is traveling into this world, while our body is still sitting motionless on the stone. Here in this timeless world you only need to think and you are already in motion. But if you want just take my hand and I'll guide you.”

Anna thought it in jest and in the next moment actually held her sister's hand.

“Wow, this is actually so easy, but then how do you explain that we can talk and hear each other when we don't even have a body here?”

Elsa tapped her temple, “Only in here, Anna. Our minds are connected, so to speak.”

“I still don't understand how that works. How can that be?”

“I haven't given it much thought until now and just accepted it, it's just the way it is. Go ahead and try it out, sis, so you can get a feel for it. Absolutely nothing can happen, because Alena is watching over us and guiding us to our destination. Oh and don't worry about time, because it passes many times slower here than in the real world.”

“Oh no, I'd rather not. I'd just like to get to Mama as soon as possible to give her a hug and tell her all the things I couldn't.”

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Just like last time, they floated down to the entrance of the glacier, only this time there was no magical bell of mist visible. Instead, Iduna was already waiting for them in an aura of light and Elsa wondered if Mother was actually watching their every move from here and thus, as she promised her then, watching over her daughters.

When Anna recognised her figure, tears of joy immediately flowed down her face and Elsa was deeply moved by her spontaneous reaction. Her sister must have thought of a heartfelt embrace, because while Elsa slowly floated down, she was already in Iduna's arms, crying.

“Mama … “

Iduna also had tears in her eyes when she could finally hold her Anna in her arms.

“My darling … oh how I wished that we would meet again one day, even if it is only this way. Let me look at you.” Iduna held her at a little distance and looked her up and down. “How grown up you have become and you look almost like I used to in my gakti. I'm so proud of you for being the Queen of Arendelle now, my darling. Elsa, come here to me too … I want to hug you both.”

Iduna finally held her two daughters together in her arms, Anna sobbed into her shoulder and Elsa internalised every second of this reunion together.

“I've already told your big sister that I'll always look after you both and I haven't let you out of my sight for a moment. What you have achieved together is just unbelievable. I am so proud of you both, especially that you have finally found each other again after all these years apart. Papa would be so happy about that.”

“'Papa? Do you know where he is? Is he … okay? I mean, like you, Mama?” asked Anna, looking pleadingly into Iduna's blue eyes.

“I'm afraid I don't know, little one,” she replied, stroking her cheek tenderly, while Elsa, still half in an embrace, sadly bowed her head.

“I've wanted to ask you the same thing all along, Mama, but events never really allowed it,” she said, and Iduna looked at her sympathetically.

“I know, my little snowflake, I've always felt that, but couldn't answer it myself. Perhaps Ahtohallan has only protected his own, since the beginning of time. You two are my direct descendants and therefore half Northuldra. But your papa, as much as I loved him …”

For a few moments, each looked down at the ground in dismay, not saying a word, and loosened their embrace again.

After a few moments, Elsa broke the silence.

“I couldn't stand it when we found the shipwreck, Mama, and from the remnants of the water of the dark sea in the ship's planks I restored the memory of your very last moment with the help of my magic. I needed to know what had happened to you both and why you had sailed to Ahtohallan. We both wondered and saw that terrible moment, heard your last words, felt the love for each other and learned the true reason for your journey. To find out the truth about my magic … of Ahtohallan.”

“I saw you begin it, Elsa, and also saw the ice sculpture of me and my Agnarr form. But I could not watch that moment to the end because the memory of our deaths was simply unbearable to me,” Iduna replied sadly. “But what you don't know is that just before the cold waves came over us, I saw a vision of the two of you in the sea, grown up and finally reunited. I called out to Gale, as I did when I rescued your father, thinking Ahtohallan had shown me, but alas I received no reply. I was still going to tell Agnarr and he hugged me, but then …”

Anna began to cry again and Iduna took her in her arms comfortingly.

“Can you tell us more about the time before, Mama? Did Papa know at some point that you were a Northuldra and saved him?” asked Anna, sniffling.

“Oh yes, my child. I told him everything that day and we also talked about you two. I felt it was a great mistake to keep you apart for fear Elsa would not be in control of her emotions and magic. Agnarr and I agreed in the end that once we were back, everything would change. And do you know why, Anna?”

“Why?” she asked softly.

“Because we both had faith in you that you could hold up the world with your love. We wanted to tell you all about Elsa because you were beginning to grow up. Your Papa still had doubts because your sister could be overwhelmed by her feelings, even for joy, not just for her anxiety. But I told him that if anyone could help Elsa, it was you, Anna. Agnarr finally agreed with me and said there was hardly anything you couldn't do. Agnarr and I had every intention of telling you everything, Anna. We loved you so much … both of you, and we believed in you. And I still do! Come here, you two, and let me hug you again.”

“Thank you, Mama, for everything and for always being there for us,” Anna said through tears and Elsa added, “and also for never giving up believing in me.”

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They talked for a long time, shed tears and rejoiced together. Finally they could ask Iduna all the things that had been on their minds for a long time and got all the answers about why and what had happened in detail. Elsa and Anna poured out their hearts and when Iduna began to take Anna on a mental, fantastic journey into the past and also into the in-between world here, Elsa left the two of them to themselves and did not want to disturb.

Elsa thought and was satisfied, more than ever before. At some point Anna returned from this journey and the moment had come to ask Iduna one last question.

“'Mama, I would like to show Anna Ahtohallan and what I experienced there before I became the Fifth Spirit. Anna wanted to come with me then, but I thought it was far too dangerous. So I just sent her away with Olaf and I think she was pretty upset about it.”

“You bet I was, even Olaf was. He of all people didn't know such feelings yet and couldn't believe you just put us in that ice boat any more than I could!”

“I'm sorry, Anna. I just wanted you to be safe and I made the way back to the Northuldra camp out of ice.”

“But then we ended up on the river by the earth giants and fell into a dark cave, all because of you, Elsa!”

“But it wasn't planned that way, Anna. If you hadn't left the path, and you must have, then …”

Iduna interrupted them both abruptly. “Please stop arguing!”

Affected silence fell and they both realised that they were about to ruin a wonderful moment. They apologised ruefully.

“Well … I don't know if that's possible, Elsa,” Iduna finally said. “But I know why you ask and also what your reason was for sending Anna away. You couldn't have known it at that moment, but your sister wouldn't have survived the cold there. So your hunch was right, and Anna, in the end Elsa's action was a good thing, because otherwise you wouldn't have been able to free the forest and the Northuldra with her help. Everything happened in the end exactly as it should.”

Iduna did some soul-searching for a moment and then continued speaking. “'However, I am sorry that you had to think that your sister was dead, Anna, because she went too far. You remember that lullaby I was singing to you when you were little. I mean, so were you for a while, Elsa, and frozen. But Ahtohallan didn't allow it in the end because your sister, at the risk of her life, managed to right the wrongs of that time.”

Iduna sighed, “All right, we could go in as far as the Hall of Memories, and provided Ahtohallan helps me, you could see your experiences there again, of both of you. As you know, Ahtohallan is a river of memories and nothing is forgotten there. But I won't take you deeper into it, even I am not allowed to, because all the memories slumber there until the beginning of time.”

Elsa and Anna looked at each other questioningly and then nodded excitedly at Iduna.

“Well, wait a moment …” Iduna closed her eyes and her aura weakened a little, even flickered a bit, but it only lasted a second or two, then she nodded. “We can go.”

~~~

It hadn't gotten much later when they both came out of the trance, though they felt like days had passed. Anna sat quietly, a rapt expression on her face, while Elsa looked at her, smiling.

“There you are again,” Alena said from above. “Have you seen all you wanted and are you satisfied?”

“Oh yes, Alena, more than that,” Elsa replied half aloud, “it was a magical experience and obviously very special for Anna.” She looked around, “Maren left already?”

“Yes, a few minutes ago. She wanted to go back to the camp.”

“Oh crap,” Anna said suddenly and the other two looked at her in surprise. She opened her eyes and looked at her sister. “We forgot to ask what happened to Kolgrimr …”

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Far down, at the deepest point of the glacier, where not even the semblance of daylight penetrated the thick ice, two frozen figures stood close together. One could have mistaken them for two banished memories if one stood in front of them with a torch in this absolutely deadly cold, but it was Kolgrimr and Gyda who had fallen into oblivion here.

However, what the onlooker wouldn't see was that both were still alive and kicking and trapped down there in eternal torment. Punished until the end of time and possibly also a morbid pastime for Ahtohallan to listen to their thoughts sometimes. But not only that, for Ahtohallan had made sure that both could hear each other's thoughts and berate each other eternally for their failures.

Ahtohallan ensured that their minds stayed awake and experienced day after day all that caused them the most torment and did not eventually succumb to madness. Every single day began over and over again for both of them.

Kolgrimr relived all the moments when he had failed, when he was always just about to reach his goal and still missed it. Each time he experienced the evil pranks of their invisible yet extremely effective ghost, who later turned out to be Honeymaren. And he was even more annoyed that he had been so stupid not to think of her brother Ryder, whom he could not sense and who had set the ball rolling by freeing his sister. If only he had killed him; he thought ruefully. At the end of the day, the same scenes repeated themselves over and over again, the fight at the fifth monolith, which he lost and where he was deceived by Elsa, whom he hated so abysmally, and she - in spite of all his efforts - finally achieved the liberation of Ahtohallan.

He saw her standing before him as the fifth Spirit in her radiant robe, heard Anna's laughter again and again watched the errant throw of his battle staff with the sharp blade on it before the earth giants grabbed him and his mother at the end and carried them away. Kolgrimr felt abysmal anger and equally great regret for himself. He imagined how everyone laughed at him and how absolutely no one would remember him in the years that followed.

Gyda, on the other hand, was plagued by a draugr that followed her wherever she went and lurked in the shadows. She lived through all her fears since the time when her husband left her, took her son away from her and she was cast out by the Northuldra.

She saw her son lying drunk in the tent with his new ally who wanted to be king, along with all his men who lay snoring around him in the camp. She witnessed his multiple failures and the careless way in which he had failed to stop his prisoners from escaping, on the very ship this Thord had arrived on.

She began to reproach her son and give endless advice on how he could have done better if only he had listened to her. And then he would angrily yell at her to shut her mouth and finally stop her annoying nagging. And all this repeated itself over and over again, day after day, and would go on for eternity.

For this was Ahtohallan's punishment for the unspeakable atrocities committed against his charges, the Northuldra, and the innocent people of Arendelle. For the death of Iduna and the attempt to kill her daughter, his fifth spirit, and ultimately for the betrayal of Ahtohallan himself, for Kolgrimr had separated him and the nature spirits from the world and wanted to banish him forever in order to rule himself and thus bring disaster to all.

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always-andromeda · 2 years

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HELURRRRR I hope ur having a wonderful day!!!! Or night BUTTTTTT now hear me out I was listening to hellfire from hunchback of Norte Dame what if the riddler(Dano) felt that way of the reader 👀👀👀 but the reader also felt the same way? If yk what I mean but if u don’t or can’t write that’s fine 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 I hope you have good day/ night :))))

Hellfire | Edward Nashton x GN!Reader

Edward Nashton x GN!Reader

Word Count | 893

Author’s Note | I need him to pine over me. I need him to feel the most eerie obsessive possessiveness over me. And I need him to feel soooo guilty. Edward Nashton is not a want anymore he’s a need. Also, even though my requests were closed by the time I got this, I listened to the song and got such a little burst of inspiration so I couldn’t just be like “ahaha no.” So indulge in my fantasy and pretend this boy wouldn’t absolutely die over having a one night stand lol.

Warnings | allusions to smut near the end, Edward is unhinged and possessive, nothing else I can think of!

How dare you look at him like that. Like he could ever mean anything more to you than what a fraction of a night could offer. The way you sway hypnotizes him. The bleary eyed glazed over, weary haze that seems to hold everyone in Gotham hostage. It's a look he's become so familiar with since you started working in his building. If you weren’t so eye-catching, Edward Nashton might not have thought twice before passing right over you. After all, you're the only reason he came to this godforsaken bar.

He might’ve allowed you to escape. But you had luck on your side. Or perhaps a curse. Depends on your persuasion.

Either way, creatures like you cannot possibly comprehend the darkness that engulfs this city; the darkness that he will eradicate. He will set you free.

You don’t go for guys like him. Can’t tolerate nervous little outcasts who stare from across bars at pretty people, imagining what they’d do instead of just doing it. Maybe if daylight were peeking through the windows and he was at his day job, he’d stay like that. But it seems the shroud of night gives him courage to properly approach you.

“Could I get you a drink?”

“No,” your smile is tight and close lipped. It signals to him that you’re smart. That he’d need to work a little harder to see the real grin that he bets is right underneath the surface.

Edward muses, “Good choice.”

“Hm?” You heard him make some sort of sound. Of course he mumbles to himself. Even if he'd had a drink or two, he was still the same nervous Edward you'd barely spoken to more than a handful of times in the break room.

He clears his throat, “Nothing. I was just thinking…it’s a good choice.”

You laugh once, not finding an ounce of amusement other than in the way he fidgets with the hem of his jacket. Still as clueless as ever.

“Why? Were you planning on doing something to said drink?”

It’s a morbid joke that Edward waves off ferociously. His face pinches up in disgust, “I would never hurt someone like you.”

As if there’s a spirit behind those thick rimmed glasses that could hurt someone. And you were simply fortunate enough to not be considered a target. His tone sends a chill up your spine and inspires a fluttering flame deep in your belly.

The Edward you knew from the accounting department wouldn't hurt a fly. He simply hunched over his desk, working through numbers you were sure you'd never understand. He's not exactly a threat. But still unknown enough to you that you weren't sure which psychical sensation you'd let take over.

“If you’re trying to pick me up…I’m not sure if that’s a good reason for me to actually trust you.”

“Then all I ask is for your time.” The words come out like a promise. Curled around the edge of the sweetest little smile you've ever seen. Colored lights flashing off his glasses and staring right through you, Edward looks almost boyish. A shadow of some sort of child you may have recognized within yourself.

It has you following at his feet as he drags you to a bathroom. Has you clenching your teeth through a wince as he lifts you on the countertop and pushes you all the way back against the wall with the sheer weight of his body. No matter how much he had towered over you, it had never once struck you that he could be this strong. But you bend at his will and submit to the fire igniting inside as he kisses you.

The rough pad of his thumb holding your chin in place, it allows the warm muscle of his tongue to take control of the situation. He's obviously inexperienced; dry lips only being helped by the spit he can't control. Yet he's nowhere near nervous as he paws at the most hidden corners of your being under the dingy bathroom light.

His frantic mouth pauses long enough for him to whisper, “You have a choice.”

You miss the lingering taste of alcohol as he pulls away only slightly, “I do?”

Edward's voice shifts into something different. Firm and eager to pry into your darkest secrets. “You can choose the pyre of this city. Or you can choose me.”

It's an intensity that only fans the flame; turns it white hot and blistering. This single bathroom is far too small to hold all the energy that has built between you and him. The air depletes so quickly, your brain won't even let you second guess how this will snuff out in the end. Because, surely, it will. Connections like these rarely leave their subjects unscathed.

Would it be so bad to submit to his untamed power? To let him wrap himself around you entirely? To feel him suffocate you with all of the love he can possibly manage to give? Put it that way and it sounds as romantic as it does dangerous.

Still, you reply breathlessly, “You. Only you, Eddie."

This time, he is clear as day as he says, "Good choice."

As his mouth returns wetly to your pulse, all you hear is him giggling, the jangle of his belt being unbuckled, and the relentless pounding of a roaring hellfire consuming you.

#paul dano #danonation #danocel #the batman 2022 #the batman #edward nashton #dano!riddler #dano!riddler x reader #edward nashton x you #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x y/n #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

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ducky-died-inside · 1 year

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This was my English assignment that i way overdid. Enjoy :D @starry-night-rose @s-mpeterparker @nocturne-the-raven @iisaabelaa @nort-the-simp @justiceiv @minion-tampons @lovelivelaughing @decommercializedfebreeze @kerstynn @willowbeepz @alex--turner @duckysdammspam @ask-qiqi @jessepinkmanfanboy15 @crazedfangirl14 @faeriegutz @k1ttysart

Btw, the names are stolen from the seven murders ocs, but they aren't necessarily the same people :D

Be Careful What You Wish For (Because You Might Lose It All)

Tw: death and blood :D

I knew that splitting up would never end well. I’d seen enough movies and read enough books to know that for a fact. So, since I know this so obviously, can anyone tell me why I am running alone like a bat out of hell? Where has everyone else gone? Did they all get lost in this maze of books and candles, or am I the only one apart from them? These questions raced through my head as I raced through the halls, coming to a split.

“Hello?” I called down either hallway. “Please, Derek, Victoria, anyone! Where are you?!”

I heard a familiar voice call back at me from the right hallway. “Larke? Is that you?”

Relief flooded through my body as I recognized the voice as Derek’s. I’d been wanting to find him the most and it would’ve destroyed me if he had been caught. This was true of all my friends, but Derek was different. He had been with me for years and we knew everything about each other. It would be like losing my other half, losing my heart.

I was quickly going down the right hallway when I heard him yell, pained and anguished. It spurred me on, making me run faster than I thought was possible. I heard him again. It was close, and as the hallway turned, I saw him.

“Help-”

His voice was meek, cut off by the butt of a knife handle getting slammed onto his head, making him fall over, unconscious. A dark stood over him, holding said knife and breathing heavily.

“Let. Him. Go.” I tried to keep my tone even, but underneath, I was panicking.

“Why would I do a thing like that, bug?” The figures voice was gravelly and low as it turned towards me, eerily familiar. “You helped take everything from me, so now I’ll take everything from you. You clearly care for him, and right now he makes fantastic leverage.”

I felt the blood drain from my face. I did recognize the voice. I knew the figure standing over Derek. In fact, I had lived with him for half of my life.

“Dad?” As he stepped forward, I stepped back and my face contorted into a mask of shock and surprise.

“Now, now, little bug. Don’t look so surprised! You knew this would come eventually, didn’t you?”

I recoiled at the nickname, staring into the eyes that I see everyday when I look in the mirror. “Dad, please. It’s me you want. Just let me wake him up, and I’ll go with you. Please, we could be happy again.” I had wanted him back for so long, but now I wish he had just stayed away. I wish he had stayed gone.

He scoffed, tightening his grip on the knife so much, his knuckles turned white. “Happy? Do you really think we could be happy together after what you did to your mother? After what you did to me?”

I felt my gaze turn stoney as I seethed at him. “Don’t you dare bring my mother into this. Her death was not my fault and I’m not going to let you deface her memory like this! This isn’t what she would’ve wanted!”

I don’t know what I expected my dad to do after that. Maybe give me a hug; an apology for this entire mess; let me get Derek awake and moving, and let us get the hell out of this trap. Instead, my dad’s eyes narrowed and he let out a chuckle, low and deep. “What she would have wanted doesn’t matter anymore. She’s gone now, and I intend to fix it!”

I felt anger bubble in my chest. “Killing me or my best friend is going to fix it? How does that even work?! Why have you waited so long for this? You could have fixed it years ago instead of leaving me! You left me parent-less, blaming a scared 10 year old girl for her own mother’s death! It has been over a decade since I last saw you and now you come back with this revenge bullshit?! How the fuck does that make any sense?!”

“I am fixing everything! You wouldn’t understand how much it has taken for me to get to this point!” The hand holding the knife gestured wildly around the room.

“I understand that you’re insane! I understand that you’ve let everything brew up inside you since the accident! I understand everything!” I breathed heavily, my throat scratchy from yelling. I hadn’t even noticed until this point, but hot tears were streaming down my face. “I went though everything you have gone through. I felt all the pain. I’ve felt since since I was 10 and I realized you were never coming back. I felt it when I was waiting in the hospital, alone and covered with blood, to see if my mother had survived. I felt it ever since that car went off the road with me in the back seat. I felt every single moment of it.”

I saw my fathers eyes flicker, but his gaze seemed to burn brighter with red hot anger once he was over his moment of empathy. “You know nothing of the pain I endured! I-”

“I spent years praying that you would come back, wishing, wanting someone to tell me it was going to be okay. I went to her grave on her birthday every year since, alone. I got my first job, alone. I graduated high school with no one in audience for me. I made friends,” I looked at Derek, still unconscious on the floor. “But I needed that parental light. I needed you.” I glared back at the man who had deserted me for most of my life. “You want to talk about pain? Let’s talk about pain.”

I could tell anger was rising in both of us, and I knew that this wasn’t going to end well. My suspicions were proved correct when he turned away from me and kicked Derek in the chest. My friend gasped out in pain, immediately waking up. He sat straight up and the man behind him grabbed him by the arm, forcefully pulling him to his feet. He swung Derek into a position where he had one hand on Derek’s shoulder, and one holding the knife dangerously close to Derek’s neck. “Alright, bug. Let’s talk.”

Any fury in me was immediately doused. He couldn’t bring Derek back into this. “No. Leave him alone. This is between you and me, not him.”

“No, you wanted to talk, let’s talk. I think that we should start with how it feels to lose someone closer than your mother. Someone you would do practically anything for.”

Derek looked at me with wide eyes, pleading for me to do something. “Dad, please.” my voice was shakier than I would ever like to admit. “Just let him go. We can talk about this like civilized people, ok? Can’t we?”

My dad started laughing again, drawing the knife closer. "That's the thing about friends isn't it."

I shook my head, confused. "What are you talking about?"

"The more you love them, the more it hurts when you let them go." He grinned maniacally. "Allow me to demonstrate."

Even with everything that’s happened in my sad, sorry life, I’ve never felt more scared then in this moment. Derek shied away from the knife, but that ended up doing more harm than good. The more he squirmed, the more marks the knife nicked into his skin, leaving long, thin trails of red on his neck and blood trickling down it. He grimaced at the pain, his eyes welling up with tears.

“PLEASE!” I screamed. “JUST STOP, YOU’RE HURTING HIM!”

My dad let out another laugh, this one more maniacal. “That’s kind of the point, bug! I mean, how can I prove what this pain feels like without showing you a taste of it?!”

I saw Derek’s movements starting to get sluggish, energy draining out of him like a battery as the knife nicked him a couple more times when he thrashed to close to it. I was about to scream again when Victoria burst into the room. I watched her take everything in, and I saw the exact moment when she laid her eyes on Derek. I saw the realization wash over her when she too noticed that he was barely moving, despite being in a situation where he would normally be fighting his hardest to get out.

Distracted by the entrance of Victoria, my father let Derek’s body slump to the floor. I could see my friend shaking with barely visible breaths, but they were there nonetheless.

Police sirens cut through the air, and my dad panicked. He dropped the knife and ran out of the room, and back into the twisting maze of corridors and hallways. I looked over to Victoria, because I know for a fact I didn’t call them.

“I called them when I heard Derek scream.”

“You heard that too?”

“Yeah. I guess I must’ve just been further away. The only reason I was able to find was because you were fighting with your dad.”

I nodded and turned my attention back to Derek. His face was pale and his breathing was shallow. He smiled somewhat deliriously up at me. “Hey Larkie. Are you good?”

I felt a new spring of tears burst out of me. “Am I good? Derek, you’re the one who’s not good. I don’t… I don’t know how to help y-”

He shushed me quietly, bringing a wobbly finger to my lips. “It’s ok. You don’t need to help me anymore. I don’t feel a thing. It’s all numb. I’m ok.”

A deep panic settled into me. “No, Derek! You’re going to be ok! I just need you to stay awake for me until we can get help for you, ok? Can you keep talking so that I know you’re still alright?”

He nodded, but his eyes started slipping shut almost immediately. I smacked his cheek lightly, trying to get to open his eyes again. Over my panic, I could hear Victoria, trying to attract whoever was out there. Derek’s eyes flitted open, just barely. He seemed to be looking at something just above my head. “Derek, can you please talk to me? I need to know you’re still there.”

After a second, Derek spoke. “She looks just like you.”

I looked behind me, but the only other person there was Victoria, and we look nothing alike. “Derek, who are you talking abut? It’s just me and Vic, alright? Just me and Vic.” I needed to keep him talking. “What’s your favorite color?”

He snorted. “Larkie, I thought you knew this already.”

“Yeah, I know, but how about you tell me one more time, ok? Please?”

“…It’s green.”

His words had started to drift, but I was determined to keep him awake. “Ok, now what do you do in your free time?”

“Video games, books.”

“What do you like about books?”

“…”

“Derek, can you answer me?”

I looked to his face and I saw it was completely slack. There was no emotion frozen there, just a trail of blood from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were dull, the light that made him so fun to be around completely gone, faded from the world. His ever-fidgety hands were still and somewhat warm, though his body heat was dying out quickly. “No. Nonononono. Derek!” I screamed, shaking him by the shoulders. “Derek, please, you have to wake up. You have to wake up!”

I felt someone grab my shoulders and start to pull me away from Derek’s body. I tried fighting it, hitting their hands and kicking my legs, but it didn’t work. I looked back into the eyes of my assailant and I saw Victoria, her eyes rimmed with tears. She pulled me into a tight hug, rubbing my back as I sobbed into her shirt. Her body shook with her own cries into the night.

I lost everything I had ever wished for.

I lost something very important that night. I didn’t lose another mom, not having another one to lose. I didn’t lose my dad, for I had lost him a long time ago. I didn't lose in the girl who let me sob in her arms and had never seen me cry even though I had met her two years ago.

No, instead I lost my best friend, one who had stayed by me for years and had shown me so much support.

#tw death #tw major character death #i made myself cry and traumatized my english teacher with this :D #tw blood

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heartshapedbubble · 2 years

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Soul Cather and Spring Heated Wine with a child reader who really looks up to them and is just absolutely clingy? Along with being just a ball of sunshine please?

this is such a cute ask😭!! here you go anon 💕

norton campbell soul catcher and luchino diruse spring heated wine hcs with a child reader🧲☠🦎🍷

art creds: @/w3w1w7ags on twt

norton campbell/soul catcher🧲☠

soul catcher nort is already well known in the town, especially by the kids - and they LOVE HIM

they're obssessed with chasing him down whenever he's running and jumping from roof to roof, point their fingers at him and yell whenever they spot his figure moving around, and always beg him to stay longer

norton finds it really cute, he just can't resist the puppy eyes of the local kids and always stays longer if possible

tbh soul catcher nort is one of the rare nortons (if not the only one maybe?) that knows how to deal with kids - he never had them nor does he intend to for now but he knows they're often better company than any other egoistic adult out there - basically peter pan of idv to sum it up

he actually named the group of kids and him "el escuadrón increíble"

quite literally the big brother of every child from the town :') think something like jack frost

so when he sees you shyly approaching him, your eyes twinkling, he knows just what to do

he finds you so cute and bubbly, a little being full of adrenaline lol

^you got yourself the nickname "fuego vivo" from him because of your energetic personality

always telling you to not feel so anxious and be more confident, he wants you to think of him as a big brother/friend rather than a mythic hero you may portray him as in your head

almost always notices you stalking him a bit longer than the other kids but never says anything, and he uses that opportunity to show off and do more acrobatics than usual

kinda nosy so he often just pops up behind you like "what are you doing :)" when he sees you playing with a toy or reading a book, it's all out of pure curiosity though! also he has all the time in the world to listen to you ramble about various interests

if he sees you being particularily upset, he's going to do any funny trick to make you laugh

as i mentioned in my other norton hc posts, he's very bold and daring, meaning he often does various risky acrobatics like hanging from balconies, climbing up houses etc.

...and he often offers to do the same with the kids! quite strong too so he can put two kids on his shoulder at the same time and balance of a railing or something

soul catcher loves seeing people happy, and you're no exception! he enjoys seeing a bright smile on every child that looks up to him :)

art creds: @/karunota on twt

luchino diruse/spring heated wine🦎🍷

there is not a (professor at least) luchino that's good with kids😭

i mean, he doesn't hate them in any way - he just has no idea how to properly deal with them - think of that "you want a beer? HE'S FOUR!" audio

the spring is reserved for adults only, so when he notices you sneaking in and swimming in some of the pools, he's quite troubled since he's scared of you getting hurt

tries to bait you out of there by giving you candy or offering you toys but to no avail

he's now stuck with a little gremlin beside him who runs into the ladies carrying towels and steals grapes from the serving plates

he IS annoyed as you embarrass him in front of the guests often but he just can't say no to you okay, he finds you really cute (and a bit annoying at the same time)

notices you inspecting his robes but doesn't do anything about it until one day you yank the long piece of fabric hanging off his shoulder with full strength, almost making him fall down (after that he started being way more careful and would even flinch if you waved your hand near him)

thinks he's not the best role model for a kid, both by his appearance and acting so he feels guilty - has no clue why you look up to him either since in reality he doesn't think that high of himself

keeps you hidden from the guests and main pools while they're crowded and when it gets late and people leave he lets you swim in them

one day you propose him the idea of playing water polo together since it's boring to swim around alone

at first he's like ???? since he's not a huge fan of sports and the springs are used for relaxing after all but eventually he gives in woo

you're always asking him questions about his scales and even called him a dinosaur once

steals snacks from the plates so he can give them to you once you arrive

you're basically glued to him 24/7 - either you beg him for piggyback rides or cling onto his leg as he's walking, and ask him soooo many questions. luckily he's a walking encyclopedia so he tries to provide you with every answer you need

shows you the frescoes on the walls of the spring while carrying you around and tells you various facts about them since he's also passionate about art!

realizes that the spring feels way less lively without you entertaining him with your shenanigans and is actually excitedly awaiting your arrival every day

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Here's a writing prompt for you. The North Wind messes with a character for your choosing and ends up getting more than they bargained for.

This has been in the queue since late August! I hope this was worth the wait, Anon!!

Title: Windy Days Word Count: 841 Characters: the North Wind, the Raincoat Girl CW: Mild Language Use

Raine ran forward, dragging the kite line behind her. She's has been trying to fly her kite all afternoon, but for some reason, the poor thing just wouldn't leave the ground...literally. The diamond shaped cloth slid across the rocky pavement pitifully, as if it was too tired to lift off the ground. Raine stopped with a huff. This just didn't make sense. She walked over to her kite and picked up it up to inspect it. The kite wasn't damaged, nor was the line; so, what was going on?

"Hello, little girl," a chilling voice called out.

Raine looked around. She didn't recognize the voice and doubted the Craftsman built an outdoor speaker recently. She looked and looked, and noticed a crow perched on one of the tall hand sculptures. It looked down at her with its golden eyes, grinning a toothy smile. Raine didn't like the way it gazed at her, even more so with that creepy smile.

"Trying to fly a kite on such a stale day?" the crow asked.

Raine nodded silently, unsure whether to answer out loud or flee back into the Nest mansion.

The crow flew down from its perch and changed its shape. A tall, humanoid, shadowy creature with an angular head took its place. It still had its golden eyes and toothy smile, though there were now two mouths stretched across its face. It placed its long, feathery fingertips together and hovered just above the ground. "Do you know who I am, little girl?" asked the shadowy creature with a sickening excited smile.

"N-No?" Raine answered honestly.

"REALLY!?" The wind monster lunged towards her, just stopping in front of her face. "Then, allow me to introduce myself. I am the King that Rules from the Skies, Master of the Four Winds, the Lord of Storms and Despair!"

"Henry?" Raine squeaked out.

"What?" the wind creature scoffed, "No, you stupid child! I'm the North Wind! King of the Skies, Master of the Winds, and Lord of Despair!"

"Henry?" Raine continued, "the hurricane that blew past here a few years back and, apparently, did a lot of damage?"

The North Wind blinked at her. "What in the world are you talking about, child? Do you have any idea how hard it is to make a hurricane in northern waters?"

"But, if you're the master of storms and hurricanes, shouldn't that be easy for you?" Raine countered innocently.

This was probably the first time in a very long time that the wind entity felt humiliated by a child. They gawked at Raine, then gritted their teeth in fury. "How dare you! You want wind? Fine!" The North Wind thrusted an arm into the air. A vortex of wind soon appeared, spinning around with the same amount of anger as its master's temper. "Behold! Fear my powers over the elements!"

However, Raine did the opposite. She squealed gleefully and clapped. "Wind! Yay!!" She took her kite and tossed it gently in the air. It soared quickly into the air with Raine doing her best to keep the line steady.

The North Wind stared at her. Normally, children and adults alike, ran in terror from them, especially whenever they caused a weather phenomenon to suddenly appear. But, the raincoat girl's cheers of delight and joy of finally being able to fly her stupid kite made them confused. They purposely made the air around the Nest still, just to mess with her. They hoped to get an easy scare, or a new plaything, while they flew past the Nest. But, this girl...

"FOOLISH CHILD!" the North Wind bellowed, "DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? DO YOU!?" Their vortex died down and was replaced with a wild gale and lashing rain. "I AM THE GODDAMN NORTH WIND, DAMN IT! HOW DARE YOU TREAT ME LIKE SOME SORT OF GAME!" Crackles of lighting and thunder boomed from the wind entity's outburst.

Raine looked back at the North Wind."But, I thought you wanted to play?" she said, pulling her raincoat hood over her head.

"You-!" The rainstorm died down, along with the winds and the thunder. The North Wind lost, and they didn't like to lose. They could just simply hurl a bolt of lightning at her, out of sheer anger; but, North Wind was too stunned by this child's oblivious indifference to try. Where was the fun if their new plaything wasn't even remotely afraid of them? "Ugh, horrid girl. What is your name?"

"Raine," she answered calmly, "Uh...the girl in the yellow raincoat; and um...inhabitant of the Nest, I guess." She gave the wind lord a small curtsy.

"Raine...what a lovely name." The North Wind hovered towards her and bowed lowly. "We'll meet again." The North Wind sneered and flew away at their embarrassing failure.

Raine watched them leave sadly. No one else at the Nest would play with her, and the one being that did just left. She looked back at her kite and sighed. Then, she went back to running it again. Hopefully, it'll actually flew this time.

#little nightmares #the Raincoat Girl #the North Wind #dream granted #short dapples

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atomic-taco-muffin · 7 months

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The nort brothers with a powerful baby sister true pacifist au:

Y/N: say I've been cheating on my husband I fucking dare you

Waiter: *claws at her hand* let me go monster!

Fenwick: ! *turns around and walks out*

Hana: good idea fen..

Iris and Amber: *comes home from school*

Hana: how was school girls

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bikervietnamies · 1 year

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Getting on the Road: Bikers in Vietnam

Cycling or riding a motorcycle while on vacation is quickly gaining popularity as a trend that appeals to travelers of all ages who want to experience a destination more thoroughly and authentically. Given that there are over 30 million motorcycles and numerous bicycles in the nation, Vietnam trips are exceptional in this regard.

Although there are some bad roads and the public transportation isn't always reliable, the nation is quite bike friendly. Cycling enthusiasts who are daring and bold can benefit from this. Exploring on a motorbike can also be a terrific justification for staying longer at your preferred beach or even booking a few nights. Vietnam on motorbike

Why a bicycle?

Vietnam has some of the worst traffic in Southeast Asia, making navigating the streets of Hanoi and Ho Chi Minh sound like a nightmare. However, your bike (motor or cycle) will fit through the traffic with ease, and you'll have no trouble finding nice parking spots all across the city. Many buses and ferries that travel more away on Vietnam tours let bikes to travel, making it simpler for you to get to your desired location.

For the budget-conscious traveler who wants to stretch their dollars and possibly see the hidden gems of cities or popular tourist destinations, biking is a terrific option. Depending on how much time you have, biking in Vietnam will allow you to visit some "off the beaten path" locations in addition to the typical tourist hotspots.

It is incredibly affordable to buy, rent, and maintain motorcycles and bikes in this place. You can find a bike or motorcycle repair shop on almost every corner, but you might be surprised at what they use to fix your tires!

How to Execute

Although renting bicycles in Vietnam is affordable, local bikes are so prone to breaking that they might as well be built of dreams. Spend your money on a Chinese bicycle and make sure the firm you hire from is respectable. Bringing your own bike is the most convenient option, but be cautious because high-tech features (like your meter or your drink slot) could still be stolen even if the bike is chained up.

If you're lucky, you might find a great-condition Honda or Vespa when looking for a motorcycle. Make sure you are familiar with motorcycle maintenance and negotiating (read, nag until the prices go down). Westerners are respected and well-liked, although pricing will be higher.

Additionally, search for Vietnam tours that have bike or cycling in the schedule. You can count on stunning views, the energy of the sun on your back, and a clear path in front of you.

Some Reminders About Safety

Wear a helmet whether you are riding a motorcycle or a bicycle at all times. Make sure the horn on your motorcycle or bicycle is functional as well. You'll need it to navigate the congested city streets, and they're useful on open roads as well.

Make sure you have access to clean drinking water at all times. Bring bottled water or keep some purifying tablets in your backpack.

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organizaxion · 5 years

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now that it’s the 18th and the log off protest is over, may i just say

AAAAAAAAAAAA NORMURA NO

#THE NEW TRAILER FUXKING KILLED ME #LEAVE MY CHILDREN ALONE #HOW DARE YOU FINALLY SHOW MY DAUGHTER ONLY TO NORT HER #SORA IS IN SO MUCH PAIN NOOOOOOOO #😭😫#shut up brooklyn #kh 3

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thesolotomyhan · 2 years

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Mi chulaaaa I neeeed your opinion on what song(s)fit/reminds you of each of your favorite Narcos Mexico and Narcos men/women, I need inspo for a playlist and why not ask you🙇🏻‍♀️🙏🏼❤️

ay mi amor , alright now listen here, i feel honored you would even ask me this but at the same time im quaking at the thought of you asking me for my opinion lol also im sorry i may just be dumb as a rock but i didnt know if you were asking me what song reminds me of them generally?? as a narco? or what song reminds me of them when they are in a relationship?? so idk i went with the latter but by all means yell at me if you wanted something else and not this lmaoo

right- and before you proceed lol i may have gotten carried away from excitement of you asking me but i held myself back from dropping all of the songs i have on them in case i was going too over the top heh

- amado: ella es mi mujer-banda carnaval shit makes me drop onto my knees thinking about him with this :(,,,

tu mirada en la mia-marco antonio solis,,,

hasta la miel amarga-luis angel

- benjamin: mi complemento-los huracanes del norte or como un huracan,, simplemente gracias-calibre 50

-chapo: el amor soñado-los tucanes de tijuana,, mi mayor anhelo-banda ms

-ramon: niña de mi corazon-la arrolladora,,

tu-los elegantes de jerez,,

te metiste-ariel camacho

-mayo: alma enamorada-chalino sanchez,, (or florita del alma)

creo estar soñando-luis r conriquez,,

me esta gustando-los recoditos (such a fuvking vibe when he realizes how much he loves you in the begininng of your relationship)

and if youre still reading on mayo and decided to read this too im so sorry for my ramble here but la fiesta-los dos carnales,, gives me so much serotonin imagining it with mayo because the lines "te dare mil besitos en mi camioneta" and "no tengo una jeepeta, traigo una ford 70, si quieres me quiTO MI TEJANA NEGRA" JUST FUVKING SCREAMS MI GRENUDOS NAme and i need someone to pls PLEASE tell me im not the only one thinking that with him and this pinche cancion :(((

-guero: mi amor inseparable-los tucanes de tijuana

-rafa: adoro-bronco,,hasta que amanezca-joan sebastian (iykyk >:)

-miguel angel: serenata sin luna-jose alfredo jimenez (ohH i am telling you all now that i stand by my argument this song def screams his name the hardest,try me ,,, si nos dejan-antonio aguilar

-horacio carrillo: millonario de amor-sergio vega

-enedina: si no es contigo-el recodo (nOW I KNOW you all saw how damn straight devasted she was when she lost claudio so do not even utter a word to me if you cant vibe this song with her,, i have laid my case down

-arturo: te ofrezco un corazon-el recodo

-barron: diles-bad bunny,ozuna (its just something about this whole vibe that fits him like a damn glove),, or even la droga-bad bunny (idk for some reason it made me think of him lmaoo

-kitty: desesperados-rauw alejandro ,,,,

oye mi amor-mana (listen idk why ???? but i can somehow picture him with this song lol)

#i am missing some others and im sorry for that haha #asks #wh0r3foramado #this was fun to do lol thank you for this activity <3 #i—- also forgot to add links and im sorry about that too lmao

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longliveblackness · 3 years

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So you mean to tell me that someone down your ancestry line survived being chained to other human bodies for several months in the bottom of a disease-infested ship during the Middle Passage, lost their language, customs and traditions, picked up the English language as best they could while working free of charge from sunup to sundown as they watched babies sold from out of their arms and women raped by ruthless slave owners.

Took names with no last names, no birth certificates, no heritage of any kind, braved the Underground Railroad, survived the Civil War to enter into sharecropping.

Learned to read and write out of sheer will and determination, faced the burning crosses of the KKK, everted their eyes at the black bodies swinging from ropes hung on trees.

Fought in World Wars as soldiers to return to America as boys, marched in Birmingham, hosed in Selma, jailed in Wilmington, assassinated in Memphis, segregated in the South, ghettoed in the North, ignored in history books, stereotyped in Hollywood.

And in spite of it all someone in your family line endured every era to make sure you would get here and you receive one rejection, face one obstacle, lose one friend, get overlooked, and you want to quit? How dare you entertain the very thought of quitting.

People, you will never know survived from generation to generation so you could succeed. Don’t you dare let them down!

Give this to your young people who don’t know their history and want to get weak!

It is not in our DNA to quit!

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¿Así que estás intentando decirme que durante El Paso Medio, alguien en tu línea de ascendencia sobrevivió a estar encadenado(a) a otro cuerpo humano por varios meses en las profundidades de un barco lleno de enfermedades y que perdieron su idioma, costumbres y tradiciones, que aprendieron el inglés u otro idioma a lo mejor de su capacidad mientras que trabajan gratis desde la salida hasta la puesta del sol mientras que miraban a los bebés ser vendidos de los brazos de sus madres y a las mujeres siendo violadas por los dueños?

Tomaron nombres sin apellidos, no tenían certificados de nacimiento, no tenían herencia de ningún tipo, afrontaron con valentía el Ferrocarril Clandestino, sobrevivieron a la guerra Civil para dedicarse a la aparecería.

Aprendieron a escribir con nada más que voluntad y determinación, se enfrentaron a las cruces en llamas del KKK, evertieron sus ojos a los cuerpos de gente negra que estaban colgando de los árboles.

Pelearon en Guerras Mundiales como soldados para regresar a America como niños, marcharon en Birmingham, mangueras en Selma, encarcelados en Wilmington, asesinados en Memphis, segregados en el sur, clasificados en el ghetto en el norte, ignorados en libros de historia y estereotipados en Hollywood.

Y a pesar de todo eso alguien en tu línaje familiar soportó cada era para asegurarse de que tú llegaras hasta aquí solo para que cada vez que recibas un rechazo, te encuentres con un obstáculo, pierdas un amigo y te pasen por alto, ¿te quieras rendirte? ¿Cómo te atreves a pensar en rendirte?

¡Personas que nunca conocerás sobrevivieron de generación en generación solo para que tú pudieras triunfar! ¡No te atrevas a decepcionarlos!

Pásale esto a la juventud que no saben acerca de su historia y quieren hacerse los débiles.

¡Rendirse es algo que no está en nuestro genes!

#blacklivesalwaysmatter #blacklivesmatter #blackgirlmagic #history #blackhistory #culture #english #spanish #read #share #black children matter #like #blackpeoplematter #follow #long post #honduras #writing

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bigfrozenfan-fanfics · 3 years

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Chapter 10 - Skalastet

Links: Chapter overview, Character list, Map, Glossar Rating: M over all Publishing cycle: each Friday at 6:00 pm CEST dst/UTC +2:00 on (link)

Remarks: all my chapters contain carefully selected music tracks. It’s your own decision if you want to use them or not while reading. The purpose is to musically support the respective mood of the plot. If you can please use a browser for reading (not the Tumblr app) due to the text formatting and music.

Ryder stood there with arms crossed, leaning against a kota and watched their friends from Arendelle talking to Elsa. The wrong moment to disturb Kristoff for a serious talk; he thought. But maybe that was just as well. He pondered and weighed his options, but he just couldn't decide what to do.

He was constantly thinking about what he had learned at the Norting, and he was now very worried about all of them, but especially about Kristoff and his great love, Anna. If this son of Gyda, what did Yelana call him ... ah yes, Kolgrimr, was capable of all these things then ...; Ryder could not and didn't want to imagine what could happen then. His father had patted him on the shoulder and congratulated him on his first Norting in adulthood and that he was proud of him. But he almost wished now that he hadn't known about any of this. What was he going to do? Should he just ignore Yelana's warning and warn Kristoff and the others anyway, or wait and see? What if they stayed here in the camp a little longer? They would perhaps unknowingly find themselves in great danger. Would they even believe this story and warning?

Behind him he heard soft footsteps rustling in the grass and turned around. In front of him stood his sister with her battlestick in her hand.

“Fancy a little Skalastet?” Honeymaren asked cheerfully and grinned broadly, “You need some practice“. But her grin quickly evaporated when she noticed his depressed mood. She came closer and put one hand on Ryder's shoulder. “What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost.”

“Me? No, there's no ... everything's fine. But stick fighting? Now?” Ryder warped the corners of his mouth.

Of course, it had been a long time since they competed, Ryder knew that and he also realized his sister was right about it. Since the forest had been liberated there was no reason to defend their home against soldiers from Arendelle, they had already returned to their home. But he could still remember too well the bruises Honeymaren's battlestaff had inflicted on him often. She was just one of the best fighters among them, fast and agile. Most of the time he had no chance against her, even though he wasn't so bad himself as he thought. Honeymaren nudged him in the side with the end of the stick and grinned mischievously.

“Oh come on, do we have to do this?” he asked.

“It keeps us fit,” she replied, grinning a little wider. It had been too long since she had shown him which of them had the say in the duel. But of all of them he was still one of the best training partners, she had to admit. She took two steps back, whirled her stick over her head and looked at him challengingly. “Go on, get your staff.”

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And Ryder sighed, “All right. But let's not overdo it like we did last time.” He walked the few steps to their kota and grabbed his long polished birch stick.

They walked a little way until the trees were a little closer together and started to tactilely stalk each other. “Come on Ryder, try to hit me!” She took her staff in her left hand, turned it casually around her wrist, and then went into a defensive stance.

Ryder dared a lunge and tried to hit her, but was too slow. His staff missed Honeymaren by far, she only had to take a step to the side and in one flowing movement effortlessly gave him a slap on his wrist. He cried out briefly in pain.

She laughed. “Come on. You can do better than that.” She bounced on the ball of her foot and made the stick spin around her waist.

Ryder looked at her grimly. “Whatever you say.”

Then he grabbed his battlestaff in the middle and struck with the ends of the sticks in quick succession, alternately, sometimes above, sometimes below. And each time, she parried his strokes, but moved further back. They danced around each other and the sequence of strikes accelerated. Sometimes he struck, sometimes she did. They jumped and ducked to avoid the opponent's strokes. Of course, both of them took light hits every now and then, that could not be avoided, but that was the purpose of the exercise, to be faster and more accurate.

The forest echoed back from the clacking sounds when their sticks met. They circled each other while searching for a gap in the other's defense, skillfully avoiding the surrounding trees. It was a constant back and forth, neither of them slowed down noticeably.

“Slowly I'm getting the hang of it again,” Ryder pressed out at some point, coughing but triumphant.

Meanwhile a few Northuldra, attracted by the sounds of the fight, had gathered nearby and watched their dance from a proper distance. Most of them cheered on Honeymaren, but there were also some voices shouting the same to Ryder.

Honeymaren slowly but surely gained the upper hand and pushed her brother back. In a desperate stroke, he raised his stick and swung it against her shoulder. But his sister was able to duck in time and in the same movement pushed her battlestick with force against his stomach area. However, he pulled his belly in just in time and made a leap backwards, directly between two trees standing relatively close together.

Honeymaren had intended exactly that, and with quick short strokes drove him back even a little further behind the two birches and then jumped forward. But not directly towards him, instead to the trunk of one of the two trees. She pushed off there, repeated it on the other tree trunk and in this way was six feet high in no time. Only now she jumped directly towards Ryder, the battlestick raised high above her head. This was a dangerous situation for any opponent.

Ryder followed her movements with his eyes and showed himself surprised. But in reality he had foreseen her move, timed the right moment and then whirled his staff around behind his back. He took advantage of the momentum, let it slide through in his palm on the other side, held the end in time and pushed the staff upwards. He hit Honeymaren at the thigh with force, causing her to groan in pain, and therefore took her out of her balance. Her intended strike missed its target and she hit the ground behind him and rolled to the side. Ryder, standing with his back to her, laughed out loud and raised his battlestick with both hands triumphantly over his head.

He was about to turn to her with a grin when a forceful strike against his feet took him off his legs and he crashed hard to the ground. His staff slipped out of his hands and rolled towards Honeymaren. She cleverly caught it with her tip of her foot and delivered it into her free hand with momentum. Ryder stared at her speechlessly.

“Well, little brother, you'd better watch your guard,” Honeymaren said, grinning but out of breath, and with these words held the ends of both sticks to his throat.

In the background, loud howling and the clapping of their audience could be heard. She finally took both sticks in one hand and with the other grabbed his arm to help him up on his feet.

Ryder rumbled softly, “Next time it will be different, for sure.”

They reached out conciliatory hands to eachother, but Honeymaren didn't let it be taken on whispering in his ear, “Dream on, little brother ...” when she pulled him to her.

One moment later, they both had to laugh loudly about it and walked exhausted and satisfied between the still clapping Northuldra. Some patted Ryder on the shoulder and one even gave him the compliment that he was getting better and better and it had been a great fight.

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Arriving at the camp, they first laid back their battlestaves, then Honeymaren looked at him with a serious expression while she rubbed her thigh where he had hit her. “You can't hide anything from me, Ryder, you know that. I know you too well for this. There's something important on your mind today. Please tell me.”

Ryder put his head back and closed his eyes for a moment. Then he looked at her with a forceful look. “All right, but you have to promise me it's just gonna be between us, okay?” His sister pulled her eyebrows together and then nodded.

“I promise. So ... shoot. I suppose it has something to do with the disappearance of the men this morning, doesn't it?”

“How do you know?” Ryder asked and looked at her in amazement.

Honeymaren tilted her head and looked at him reproachfully. “I'm not naive. I overslept today and father woke me very late. If he had been in the camp, he would not have hesitated so long, as angry as he was at me. So what happened?”

Ryder sighed and nodded. “Yes, you're right. There's been a meeting, a Norting. My first, as you can imagine. Yelana called it out and told us something I can't handle.”

“So that's it, a Norting.” She lowered her eyes and had a bad premonition. She felt her stomach begin to contract and said in a low voice, “Tell me.”

“Not here. Let's go somewhere quiet and unobserved.”

“Let's go into our kota,” Honeymaren suggested. He nodded and as they sat inside, Ryder told her in a low voice everything he now knew. Honeymaren listened very attentively and her face became visibly gloomier.

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“Hello, Kristoff. Do you know where Elsa is? I was going to check on her, but she's not in her kota and I haven't seen her anywhere else,” Myrtha asked, who just stepped next to him. Kristoff looked up and rose. He now noticed another woman standing behind her.

“Hello, Myrtha. She's with Anna right now and hasn't been gone long.” He pointed in a direction where the four monoliths stood at the edge of the forest. “They were going to the waterfall to have an undisturbed private conversation. Sisterly conversations, I guess.”

His eyes fell on the small wicker basket she was holding in front of her. It was full of little birch wood boxes of various sizes, some of them open and filled with all kinds of pastes in greenish colours, next to them were various small bundles of herbs and a small mortar with a wooden pestle. The woman behind her carried a small bucket of water, and also some cloths and leather straps over her arm. He raised his eyebrows questioningly.

Myrtha noticed his looks and smiled at him. “Oh, that's not all for Elsa. I'm just making my morning rounds. There are always minor injuries and it is my job as healer to make sure everyone is comfortable. This is Ikka, my young assistant, by the way. I teach her everything.” Ikka gave Kristoff a shy nod. “Is everything all right with Elsa? What is your impression?” Myrtha then asked.

“Everything seems to be fine again, as far as I can tell. At least physically.”

“That's good. Some exercise will certainly do her some good. I'll come by again this evening, but I must be going now.” She nodded at Kristoff and left.

When Ikka passed Kristoff, she hesitated briefly and smiled shyly at him, but said nothing and then quickly scurried after the healer. Kristoff looked after them, thought for a moment and then shook his head before he sat down again.

“She likes you,” Olaf said after a few moments and smiled at him.

“Who?” asked Kristoff, who was already thinking about something completely different.

“Well, Ikka of course. Didn't you notice her looks when you talked to Myrtha?”

Kristoff laughed. “Yes, I noticed. But she's still young, and I'm obviously very attractive to her. She also doesn't know that I'm already engaged.”

“That's true,” Olaf confirmed, and fell into Kristoff's laughter.

“Which part of it do you mean? That I'm so attractive?”

Both snorted with laughter.

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I hope you have enjoyed this chapter! Please leave a comment if you liked the story, I would be pleased to read your opinions, even criticisms. If you want to be tagged as soon I publish the next chapter please let me know.

Remarks: For the training scene with Honeymaren and Ryder my beta reader and I would have liked to have a fanart of HARU (@ xlayers), but since Ryder is not yet available as a model I took the liberty to make a small edit based on Jin Kim's concept art. It's just a pity that Ryder was apparently not intended to be handled with a fighting staff.

Tagging: @karma26 @whether-near-to-me-or-far @annaofthenorthernlights @igotelsapregnanthelp

#frozen #frozen2 #frozen3 #fanfic #epic novel #the broken bridge #chapter 10 #bigfrozenfan

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imagine-your-kh · 3 years

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Hello, I remember you doing some headcanons about Norts sharing a bath with their S/O and can I ask for some more headcanons for that, but with young Xehanort only? And A bit NSFW-ish, if it's not a problem c: thanks in advance ^^

❣️ Note : reference of that request ,

⚠️ Warning : nsfw-ish (lime),

Xehanort!young :

• You needed to know each other for a while and had sex more than once for him to accept to bathe with you

• He installed himself in front of you, not daring to look at you at first

• He tried to play it cool, but he was actually shy

• After a few minutes, he would be more relaxed and even teased you with the bubbles or comments

• If the mood was for that and if you were close, he would tease you in another way with his foot first, watching how you reacted to his approach

• If you were receptive, he would come closer and used a hand instead

• Leaning on the edge of the bath, his chin in his hand, he would use the other to caress your body, maybe with a sponge at first

• But soon enough, he would be too excited to tease you...

#xehanort #young #young!xehanort #reader #bath #lime #kingdom hearts #imagine

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handlewcaare · 3 years

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When one read the comic books, being a teenage hero was a helluva lot easier than it was.

Spiderman didn’t have to watch his grades gradually plummet with each “emergency” meeting the Avengers set up for him. Nor did he have to turn in half finished homework because he forgot to do it when he ran off to handle a Behemoth of a beast. It was smooth sails for the likes of some friendly neighborhood vigilante.

Badd wished it was that simple.

He couldn’t complain it was all that rough. Kids at school knew of his devestating strength, so much so that a few would text him about a monster nearby. At times, he’d handle a monster in exchange for a free tutoring session for a class he was struggling in. It was a fair exchange, a life for a decent test grade.

Some people at school would greet him, but he was hardly popular. If anything, he was just as good as company as a cardboard cut out. Someone to briefly pause what he was doing to stoically pose for a photo-op. Though, some people just assumed he wasn’t as friendly as the stature he put on.

“Badd, right?”

His brow arched, momentarily breaking the signature snarl he naturally adorned (it wasn’t a scowl, it was just his face). The voice came from a girl who’s face was speckled with a constellation of freckles. He knew of her, that she was a new transfer student from H-City, but he never got to know who she really was.

“Ya know anyone else that looks like me?”

“Yeah,” the girl remarked, “hate to say it but a pompadour isn’t exactly a unique feat of yours.” Despite his frown, she went on to resume, “I was gonna ask if you had a spare hair tie.”

Out of all the things she could have asked him to do, she asked for a meager hair tie. She might as well have asked a practical mountain of a man to do her makeup. What an odd thing to ask, “how the hell do ya know I even have one??”

What should have been a snide remark about how he always had a spare hair tie for his little sister was accented with a shrug, “The girls in my track team say you do. I don’t mind using my shoelaces though—!”

“Ya can do that??” He implored as he surrendered the hair tie that was nestled within his pants pocket, “wouldn’t it be flying out of yer hair or somethin’ ?”

“You just have to know how to tie it,” after she briefly gave her thanks, she secured her dark hair within a high-ponytail. After a beat, she made a full presentation of the bun atop of her crown. “Ta-da! How does it look?”

“Like a pineapple.”

What insult would have made girls scoff or bark out a bigger insult at him only prompted a wrinkle from the girl’s nose as she laughed. Her grin radiant, almost contagious for a guy renowned for his intimidating glare. It didn’t take the girl long to skip back to her team—‘thanks Badd!’ She would chirp over her shoulder—and he offered a small wave of goodbye to her.

To say it had been the last time they spoke would have been a blatant lie. The girl, who’s name was revealed to be Hikari, would be variant in her greetings. Some days would just be utter small talk: ‘how are you?’ ‘Fine, you?’ ‘Could be better,’ and other days would be exclusively full of excitement. Most notably were they the days that she had just finished her track season or after practice:

“—what I’m saying is that Ayame started acting funny when she dropped the baton,” Hikari said as the two of them sat along the edge of the rooftop during lunch. Her brows furrowed as she plucked a piece of grilled salmon out of her bento box and set it over for Badd to eat.

“Ya still won though, right?”

“Yeah, but it was like something startled her? I can’t say what exactly, but she got a little frazzled after the tournament,” she hummed as she pursed her lips, “maybe ‘m overthinking it.”

“Ya gotta bad habit of that,” he quipped as he took a bite of the surrendered salmon, “she prolly jumped cus she dropped it.”

As it turned out, that wasn’t wholly the case.

The more he talked to Hikari throughout the months in school, the more exposure he got from Ayame. How she often would ask for one of her friends to come with her to the bathroom or how she would stay longer than an hour or two after practice. He wasn’t a psychologist, but Hikari’s concern became more understandable.

Once he was invited to eat lunch with Hikari and her track team, that was when he met Ayame.

As always, Hikari was rather jovial with introductions. Her excitability practically lightened the mood, even when some girls felt a little unnerved to be around a guy who could easily crush a monster’s skull with an indestructible weapon. Those girls he left very well alone for their comfort. The others were met with his gruff nature, he wasn’t sure whether Hikari told them he had a soft spot or not, but Ayame was the one who stood out the most.

The girl was kind and soft-spoken. She loved talking about her cat named Sakusa and she couldn’t help but find pictures of Tama to be an absolute delight. Though, Badd couldn’t lie, Sakusa was just as adorable.

The thing was she couldn’t afford to look him in the eye, nor could she barely manage a tone beyond a small murmur. When Badd would growl out a ‘huh??’ over a mean jest, she would flinch instinctively. Such a response evoked a small ‘sorry’ from the bat-wielding hero.

Lunch became rather awkward between them after that. Fortune came in Hikari’s emotional intelligence, otherwise Badd would have tried to make some means of dramatic compensation. He picked up a giant bouquet of roses for Zenko’s concert when he missed her piano recital once.

It wasn’t until school was no longer in session that he caught a glimpse of Ayame retreat to an older man. Her arms folded across her chest, though the heightened bark of the man made her flinch once more.

The man could have blended in well with the white collar types: nicely trimmed suit, slick back hair and an expensive pair of gloves that would have made Amai Mask green with envy. Their insignia was rather reminiscent to a bamboo lily.

He didn’t just have money, he had money to buy himself out of consequences.

By now, the grip around his signature bat became rigid in a white-knuckled grasp. His storm merely accented with a twirl of his instrument to rest atop of his broad shoulder.

“—and I told you to do the dishes!” The older man exasperatingly barked, “the hell were you doing??”

“I just...” Ayame paused as she shuffled closer to the masonry, “I h-had practice okay? It’s not a big deal—“

“It is a big deal!” His voice was now a tornado that swam tension within the air. His face was beet red and his fists practically quivered from the intensity of his own storm, “I had my fuckin’ brother over and—!”

Without a hint of hesitance, Badd rammed the hilt of his bat directly into the man’s diaphragm. The sheer velocity of his strength evoked a shriek from Ayame and a wheeze from the stranger. Had he known he shattered a rib or two, he probably would have offered a menacing simper.

“Do Yer own damn dishes next time,” when the man attempted to scramble to his full height, Badd hadn’t hesitated to step in front of Ayame. It wasn’t everyday he handled an abusive shithead, but they were marginally easier to handle than a stray papermache volcano come to life.

As the man scowled, his glare dripped over to Ayame, “this isn’t over—!” Once the threat had seeped, Badd simply let his metallic instrument slam into the concrete. A cobweb of weight bloomed under the strain.

“You bet Yer ass it is,”

This was a monster, no doubt, but he had heard from Daichi that some monsters liked to isolate their victims. Norte dam syndrome or something like that. As soon as the man retreated, Ayame began to present signs and symptoms of that.

“He wasn’t going to hurt me,” her voice was distant compared to the staggering man who retreated with a very polite warning. “He was just being an ass, okay? You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know what bein’ an ass is,” Badd scoffed, “and that wasn’t it.”

Being an ass meant Hikari poking fun of Badd crying in the middle of Zenko’s piano performance or Badd poking fun of Hikari not knowing how to do algebra, but being able to chemistry. Neither of them would have dared to clench their fist at the other, let alone make the other flinch in response.

Ayame only shook her head, “no, he just... he didn’t mean it.”

“ ‘s that what he tells ya?”

“Of course not, I—“ she sighed, her small shoulders slumped when she practically hung her head, “look, I know you’re supposed to be a hero, but he’s just a guy. You must have bigger priorities, right?”

Bigger priorities meaning bigger monsters; nothing like the abusive asshole nextdoor. Badd couldn’t help but wonder if that was really what being a hero meant to these people, that they were just as fictional as their comic book alternatives.

Whether the answer was blatant or not, it didn’t matter, “I don’t want ya gettin’ hurt, so call Hikari and stay with her, alright?”

“W-What are you gonna do??”

Badd simply unbuttoned his uniform jacket and let it draped over his shoulders.“ ‘m gonna go be a hero.”

It was a slow day at the notorious deadman detective agency. The gentle hum of the fan being the only company the detective had, among the various files of cold cases he tried to decipher in his day off. He didn’t mind the breaks, rather he milked them as often as he could, but they could be rather tedious at times.

Fortunately, his answer came in the form of his phone vibrating against the table. The caller ID consisted of a simple “Badd”. Chances were that the kid needed someone to pick up his sister or ask about homework he didn’t understand.

“Well, good afternoon to you too,” Daichi hummed leisurely.

“Ay, real quick!” If Badd hadn’t been huffing so much, he wouldn’t have assumed the intensity of the situation required a running start, “ya know anyone who’s got a flower on their gloves?”

There was a pregnant pause when Daichi tucked the phone along his shoulder. What sprawled evidence files had been tucked into their respective cabinet drawers, yet there wasn’t anything that could have resembled a nondescript flower. Aside from the insignia a murderer had carved into the wood of his victim’s furniture.

“What kind of flower was it?”

“Iunno??” Badd grunted, seemingly vaulting himself over a fence from how the chains rattled under his weight, “like a Lily or somethin’ ??”

Had his blood not been lethargic like tar, it would have ran glacial through his veins. He never quite noticed how reminiscent it was to a lilac flower, only that it was scrawled and messy. Though, it would have been a bold assumption to make Badd would keep him alive, “You’re planning on going after him, aren’t you?”

“Yep!”

He figured.

Hastily did Daichi retrieve his beige coat and slid his arms through the sleeves, “don’t do anything like kill him. I’ve been looking into cases like—!”

“Ah, I gotta go. I think I see him!”

“Badd, wait-! Wait, did you hear—?!” When the line was cut off to evoke a triad of monotonous beeps, Zombieman hissed a curse under his breath when he rushed to grab his keys and head to C-City. He didn’t even bother to shelf his evidence back when he bolted out the door.

Kids, he swore...

#one punch man #opm #metal bat #metal bat OPM #character study #Zombieman #Zombieman OPM #what kendall writes.#A.k.a. Badd respects girls and fights abusers #all while his uncle exasperatingly tries to collect evidence

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