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disgracedvessel · 9 months

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Celebrations bear the risk of inviting ill omens, according to her grandfather. Those of the Loptr Church do not pay tribute to honor the anniversary of one’s birth. Each day is a victory pried from the remorseless hands of those who wish to extinguish their existence. The very act of living is the start of a revolution.

But exceptions to rules could be made especially when they were set in place by the Archbishop.

Prince Julius is one of them. Sara has been told he is special. Being special though has never won her any friends and she hopes this time will be different. It has to be because Grandfather has never gone to such lengths to introduce her to anyone before.

Hands tightly wound around a gift for a boy she has never met, she stands at the edge of the Belhalla’s gardens. Gradually, she acquaints herself with the scenery and voices. Flowers blossom in colors that Sara didn’t even know they could, lining every walkway as far as her eyes could see. It makes her skin crawl in excitement.

The adults leave their children unsupervised for the most part, busying themselves with food and conversation. None of the children her age have much interesting to say. With the exception of one or two, they are unlearned in magic while those who have begun their studies have little to show for it aside from a few sparks.

However, it does surprise Sara to discover that Grandfather had not mentioned Princess Julia with silvery hair so similar to her own. One by one gifts are offered up to the royal children and she realizes that she was not given a second present for some reason.

Only when the boy with cherry red hair is finally alone does she approach him. Earlier, it had been difficult to get a proper look at him due to the crowd of small bodies surrounding the two twins.

A silence overcomes her, confusion writ across her face as if she cannot identify something.

"You're so ordinary," Sara voices in disbelief as soon as the thought occurs. "You're Prince Julius?"

Ordinary.

It sounded coarse and ugly, like a shattered window and the whistle of the invading wind. Julius had been called many things in his few years - special, beautiful, talented, a scion from birth, a long-awaited messiah - but never ordinary. He stares with the faintest wrinkle in the otherwise smooth skin between his eyebrows as if he’s never even heard the word before. The one who had uttered it looks like his sister, so he can’t call her ugly too, but he doesn’t recall having seen her face around the castle before, and for a fleeting moment they each try to figure the other out.

“You must not understand what that word means,” he settles on a reasonable explanation, and he smiles radiantly, eager to help, eager to show off. He is, as his tutors have told him time and again, quite bright. A reader by the age of five.

“Ordinary is the opposite of what I am,” he says with the guileless arrogance of children, the kind yet to grow thorns. “The whole country wouldn’t bring me gifts on my birthday if I was ordinary. Didn’t you bring me something, too?”

He reaches out his hand, still smiling, his eyes sparkling. "Usually they're left in the parlor, but if you wanted to give this one to me in private, then I won't tell. Then I'll send you along to my sister."

Most who found him were looking for her. She could be so terribly elusive.

#shadoll #// when I saw the setting you picked for this ask this morning I was so excited to reply #// if you want to do a few more back and forths for this exchange I don't mind #// I haven't had much reason to think of what julius was like pre possession #// but I think he was definitely less insufferable and mean #// charming in the right light #// though also subconsciously feeling like he was put in a box away from everyone else

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johannestevans · 1 year

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what’s your favorite story you’ve ever written (or top 3-5 if you can’t pick one)?

Ah, you know, Anon, every few months someone asks me this, and every few months the answer is completely different, because it just depends what I'm in the mood for lately.

The benefit of being an ADHD-autistic workaholic obsessed with writing is that I write a huge array of different stories, I've written literally thousands of them; the drawback is that I forget a lot of it once I've written it, and I move on to other things, and only remember it when I look back.

And that's even if I was good at picking favourites in the first place, which I'm not!

Divine Bodies and Gellert's New Job are regular favourites of mine, but others I'm far less consistent on.

Of my original short stories, of which there are a few hundred, these are my favourites right this moment, having scrolled through, and those that I'm most proud of:

Gellert’s New Job — 21k, rated M. MB. Gellert Osgodby has worked as a business manager for the King family for nearly a decade when an error in judgement brings his employment to an abrupt end. Lucien Pike, a rival kingpin, employs his services instead. On Medium / / On Patreon.

Divine Bodies — 9k. MB. The god Freyr expects good work from his priests, but gives good rewards. Magical HRT for a loyal trans masc priest! Featuring Esben. On Medium / / On Patreon.

Confession and Penance — 11k, rated E, MB. A priest takes a hands-on approach to addressing a worshiper’s poor working habits.Tiernan, a manipulative workaholic who only ever relaxes during Mass services, is taken aside by Father Mullen when it all gets to be a bit too much. D/s, BDSM-approach to enforcing self-care, spanking, painplay, bit of a priest kink but it doesn’t go into that aspect too much, faith. Also some anal. On Medium / / On Patreon.

Agreements and Curses — 20k, rated M, MB. A young man is dispatched to a fae land and joins the princes’ retinue. As part of an exchange program between the magical city from which he hails and the fae island state of Einsamal, a young man is sent as a child to explore fable and adventure, and in the process falls in love with one of the princes. The prince, a child of Loki, faces his own trials. With Princes Loptr and Fenris, Boniface Nottingham, and Loki. On Medium / / On Patreon.

The Widower’s Garden — 12.5k, Rated M, MB. After a man is widowed, his husband begins to appear at the foot of his garden every night. Content warnings for horror, violence, trauma, infidelity, nasty guys being nasty. On Medium / / On Patreon.

#musings

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swiftscion · 9 months

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"You were with the Prince of Light during the war."

Sara beckons like a mirage at sea, perched on the sturdy railing of the ship, hair painting the sky in billowing waves of lilac. The salty winds kiss her face and gulls overhead herald the journey with raucous song.

This girl is nothing more than a stranger, but Sara's smile insists their meeting not to only be coincidence. Though her tone of voice maintains its characteristic lightness, she recognizes her reluctance to seek answers to questions she had not cared to ask until now. Her own voice has never sounded so foreign to her.

"There is something I must know. When the Archbishop was felled, what became of his body?"

It does not matter to her in the way it should. Most people would be beside themselves when faced with the death of a relative. For as long as she has known Lord Leif, he only speaks fondly of King Calf and Queen Alfiona, his grandparents. Yet when Sara was informed of her grandfather's passing, she had only wished it had been by her hands instead.

She sighs then, forces herself to take a short breath before speaking again, "I would like to confirm that man never crawls out from the grave he was sentenced to."

"Why the hell should I care?" Is the simple truth to her answer. For every bit of mysticism Sara carries about her, Larcei has coolness in doubled quantities. Her arms cross over her chest. Her body shifts its weight onto one leg. Her eyes the color of the homes burnt down beneath Grannvale's flag flitter with only the tiniest spark of passion. She is disinterested, not just in what became of the former tyrant, but in what Sara has to say.

Because she isn't stooping to Larcei's level. She grants her grandfather humanity by assuming there was even a grave to begin with.

"They don't make tombstones for imperial dogs," she continues, flicking her head to keep her bangs out of her eyes, "and he was worst among 'em. Death was too good for that bastard..." and a proper burial even moreso.

"Last I checked, we let his body rot away within the castle walls." A smirk flashes over her mouth, though its edge is barbed with red-hot anger. The wailing souls of all she failed to protect claw at Larcei's ankles, singing their harrowing chorus until a single word emerges, spoken in perfect unison: 'Revenge.'

Speaking with Sara just has that kind of effect on her.

"I haven't forgotten the pain he caused for people... All the innocent lives he took! Stealin' kids from their families... The way I see it, that entire empire is a pack of lowly beasts! If I had things my way, I'd put them through every ounce of suffering they caused for everyone else!"

Because a sacrifice made on another's altar has no legacy to leave behind. But not with Larcei. She remembers, and as long as she remembers, the blood spilled for Loptr will not go unavenged.

When the gravity of the Kia wielder's words finally settles in, her smirk stretches wider. There is a detail she neglected to consider as rage seized her sights, but now that the venom has been spat, she can ponder it proper:

"And if you're implying he ever could crawl out of death, you agree: that whole order isn't human."

#IC #ASKBOX #SHADOLL #toasabbamvitatham2023

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illicien · 1 year

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A Crown of Frost (Snippets)

Let’s be clear, this is the real reason I’m back on this site. I have begun chaos and I refuse to post it yet, so instead I must scream into a void as I shake everything around me violently.

This idea has been burning in my head for a little bit and I am utterly obsessed with Jotun Loki at the moment (which is the whole point of The Frozen Branch series). So what did I do? I decided to play a little “Everyone Loves Loki!” ... Sort of.

Let’s be honest, I’ve been around reading fic absently for years before I even made an Ao3 account. At the time I looked at my past writings and went “oh dear god, no, I should never write fanfiction again” so that took a good five-ish years to get over. But I’ve seen a lot of Loki’s changes through fandom, particularly with regards to ships, and man! I love ships! I love all the ships! So many ships!!

I haven’t even decided how this one will end, frankly. But I have a couple little snippets from a couple of different chapters to share, since I’m planning to break it down... sort of by ship.

Not all of the ships involved have snippets for sharing, yet, so this isn’t all there is to expect. ❤

Below the cut for snippets!

Intro Snippet:

On the branch of frost was born the snowflake of Jotunheim, with skin the colour of Midgard's daylight skies and hair darker than the coals of Muspelheim.

From a realm known for its unforgiving climate and brutal people emerged whispers of a beauty unrivalled in all the realms - and naturally, such a thing was coveted. For many years the whispers grew, truths and fictions weaving into a tapestry of an idea.

So when it was announced that the heir to the throne of Jotunheim - the very tapestry woven into the minds of the nine realms - would be meeting with potential suitors from across the realms, it was no surprise to find each realm well represented.

(A/N: This fic, as you may have noticed, began with intentions of being a fairytale. And... then I added Darcy and it went off the rails really quickly. I love you, Darcy.)

Darcy and the Giant Snippet:

"Alright, lay it on me. What are you looking for here? There's some stuff going on, and you kinda called three of them out about not loving you or something so… what's the political situation?"

"Thor is the biggest political situation." Loptr sipped their drink, looking thoughtfully at it.

"Oh yeah, big guy, gorgeous hair? Oh who am I kidding, everyone has gorgeous hair here…"

“You would consider Thor to be… big?” Loptr responded with clear confusion.

“Right, talking to a giant. Duh.”

(AN: When you’re the human in a land of non-humans, things get kind of weird. And Darcy didn’t bring a shovel to this snowy world.)

Thor’s Grand Proposal Snippet:

“I meant what I said before. I want peace between our people, Your Highness. We’ve been in conflict as long as both of us have been alive. For the sake of our people, and our children.”

“That isn’t what I asked,” Loptr chuckled, their lips quirking upwards. “I understand what you want from marriage. But what do you want from me, Prince Thor? And what do you require from a spouse?”

“Oh, yes of course!” Sitting back as food was placed in front of him, Thor rubbed at his leg under the table briefly in an attempt to reorient himself. “I require a bride if only to mother children - though, I believe-”

Before he could even finish speaking, the figure across the table shifted some in shape, chest filling out and a somewhat more feminine curl of hair managing to fall over her shoulders.

"Yes, I do believe I can fulfil that purpose just fine."

(A/N: I love Thor a lot, and Thorki is about as classic as Loki ships get! But oh gosh, I’m not used to writing this big softie. I’m getting some practice in elsewhere, and hopefully this whole segment will tighten up better!)

Tony’s Adventures in Bartending Snippet:

“You can just call me Tony. Anthony is a little overly formal, don’t you think?”

“Says the one who keeps calling me ‘Your Highness’.”

He tilted his head at the other before Loptr snagged his drink right out from under him, taking a sip. He sat up, giving the heir a surprised look, before smirking.

“Okay. Point. Am I getting that glass back?”

“No. You were going to bartend for me, Tony. And you may call me Loki when we are alone.”

Well, that was another surprise. Shrugging, he got to his feet and made his way around the bar, bowing teasingly.

“As you wish, Loki.”

(A/N: Hello, I love them friends. Any time Loki and Tony over in Collared start hurting my heart, I pop back over to this segment because this is the energy I love from these two. I feast.)

The Secrets Stephen Seeks Snippet:

"You seek a spouse to fill a void in your soul, Stephen?"

"A spouse?" Stephen leaned forward in his seat to look at Loptr, watching them intently. "I didn't come seeking a spouse. I came seeking you, Loki."

Loptr looked slightly taken aback by that and the sorcerer couldn't help but smile softly.

"You came seeking the rumours," Loptr responded, collecting themself again.

"Mmm, yes. But not the rumours of Loptr. As you've pointed out so astutely, I seek knowledge in all things. What need do I have for beauty and power?"

(A/N: Oh. Yeah. The ship that inspired me to finally pick up an Ao3 account and WRITE. Working on both IronFrost and StrangeFrost separately in one fic has been fun, it feels like it really breaks down what I love about IronStrangeFrost!

But this is all I’ve got for you for blips for now. Back to trying to finish up the next chapter of Collared, no more procrastinating... probably.)

#Loki (Marvel)#Loki-centric #Loki Fanfic #TaserTricks #Thorki #IronFrost #StrangeFrost #Fanfic Snippet #work in progress

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ao3feed-thor · 1 year

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Bluebird

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/tAkyvIc

by TheAngryKimchi

When Thor is young he gets engaged to Prince Loptr for political reasons. The two little Princes loathe each other at first sight and the evening goes to Hel because of their childish antics, not mature enough yet to understand all that is at stake and rely on the future, fruitful joining of the pair. Due to the catastrophe of their two, and only, meetings the Princes are kept apart until their wedding day. When Thor gets the news of his imminent nuptials, centuries later, he takes off to other realms, drinking and fucking his way through the last year of his freedom, dreading a life spent at the side of such a loathsome, irritating, snarking creature. There, he happens upon a Jotun unlike any he has ever seen before--a gorgeous young scholar that has nothing in common with the aggravating Prince and so, in a last act of rebellion, Thor decides to pursue and woo him, getting himself involved in a relationship that has no future but a due date.

Words: 3506, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English

Fandoms: Thor (Movies), Loki (TV 2021)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Loptr, Volstagg (Marvel), Fandral (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Hogun (Marvel), Laufey (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Odin (Marvel)

Relationships: Loki/Thor (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Arranged Marriage, Jotunn Loki (Marvel), Intersex Loki (Marvel), Intersex Jotunn (Marvel), Fantastic Racism, Secret Identity, (of a sort), Single-sex Jotnar, Casual Sex, Anal Sex, Loss of Virginity, Vaginal Sex, Unreliable Narrator, Thor learning how to love

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/tAkyvIc

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #thor

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wixiart96 · 5 years

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Here are a few sketches from that Au, with this loki and thor I decided to take a different approach, then usually, I was highly inspired by Brother Bear movie 😉

I'd imagine this prince loptr being kind of energetic,talkative and friendly like Koda but slightyl sly and charismatic similar to kid loki from the comics 😋

Meanwhile Thor is a bit stuck up and he rarely has fun, since he has been prepared by Odin and the royal court to be a proper prince and later a proper king of all the realms(and the pressure to not let his father down is huge) him escaping to Jotunheim with a help of a certain witch Amora 😏 is probably the wildest thing he has ever done in his life, so in a way they both find eachother and realise what they were missing. Thor needs loki to open up more and be just a kid, and Loki needs Thor to have someone there for him, to have that friend he can have fun with😉

#thor au #Thor and Loki #prince of asgard thor #prince of jotunheim #prince thor #prince loptr #enemies to friends #kid thor #kid loki #sketches #doodles #Marvel Comics

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extenebris · 2 years

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Updated headcanons and biography

// With Salem’s inclusion in FEH at last, I have new dialogue to think about. Most of his lines don’t contain new information, but there is one about the Empire and the Loptyrian church offering him comfort when he was in poverty that has reframed the way I originally wrote his past. I’ve reworked a few other ideas about the church as well:

- Salem was born in Grann 750, 7 years before Grannvale’s war with Isaach, in south Thracia. He doesn’t remember much about his parents, and was effectively orphaned at a young age.

- Archbishop Manfroy likely spent many years before the war officially began preparing his plan and gathering a new following of worshippers, as what remained of the Loptyrians after the first dismantling of their Empire was probably only a handful of decrepit old sages and whatever family they managed to have. He dispersed missionaries with sought-after resources to impoverished places all around Jugdral prior to the conflict with Isaach, and they infiltrated communities under the guise of a helpful hand. As Manfroy worked his way deeper into Grannvale’s nobility, he could funnel funds out to grow his following.

- Salem had come to depend on one such missionary for food, and would often be subjected to his lectures while he sat in the shade and ate whatever scraps he could get that day. The lectures were never overtly religious, nor did the mild-mannered man ever evoke the name of a god, but they still contained the message of Loptous: a message for the downtrodden, who would be called to join together so that they could crawl out from beneath the heel of the greedy ruling class - the descendants of the Crusaders. It was an appealing message, and instilled in the poor of some nameless corner of south Thracia what they desperately needed: hope.

- It was not difficult for the missionaries to twist their stories to speak of a savior who would save those who showed their loyalty, and that his arrival would herald a new era for the downtrodden and forgotten. It also took no stretch of the imagination to believe that those who currently held power were strongly opposed to the idea and would cast out or kill those who threatened them. By the time the Isaachian conflict had swept across the continent in a full-fledged war, the Church of Loptr was numerous, and they disappeared into the sands of Aed to await their messiah. Salem, age 7, was among the many children who had been “saved.”

- As a member of the Church, Salem was provided an education he never would have received otherwise. He was taught to read and write, and the innate aptitude he had for magic was cultivated into a power he could use when the time came. More importantly, it gave him a sense of purpose and direction. In the Church, he wasn’t some nameless street urchin; he was recognized and spoken to by name. And later on when he became ordained as a priest, he was afforded respect as well.

- When Salem was 17, news finally arrived that Prince Julius, their Savior, was instated as the new leader of the Empire, and there was celebration beneath the sands of Aed that could have very well been heard throughout the desert. Over the next several years, Salem became an active participant in the child hunts, village razing, and slaughter of “enemies of the church,” believing that these actions were necessary to overturn the status quo and create a better world.

- Salem’s closest friend within the Church was another priest named Hayim, who was 5 years his junior and frequently paired with him for their missions across the continent. On one journey to western Grannvale, Hayim fell gravely ill. Salem searched desperately for help and though fearful of the stories they had been told of Grannvaleans’ cruelty toward those who followed Loptous, sought shelter within an abbey in the countryside. The sisters welcomed them warmly and shared what little food and resources they had without questioning their style of dress, or where they had come from. Hayim spent a week with them, and Salem never left his side as he recovered. The sisters showed them unconditional kindness despite their own hardships and Salem was certain that they would find justice and comfort in their cause as well. They all wanted a better world to live in, after all, even if they came from different walks of life.

- Other followers of Loptous eventually found them though. Despite Salem’s pleas to spare the abbey, that the sisters were not bad people despite their beliefs, a high priest ordered it to be burned down. Anyone who managed to escape was killed on the spot. Salem was forced to participate, and upon the still-smoldering pyre of the former abbey, a new stake was erected - this time holding the body of Hayim, who had been sentenced to death for accepting aid from a follower of Bragi. With the horrific afterimage seared into his mind’s eye, and the grim irony that the Loptr priests would do to one of their own the very thing they had suffered for decades, Salem soon fled.

#out of character #// under a cut because it's long #// my headcanons about what led salem to leave the church didn't change #// but how he got involved with it to begin with has been reworked #// and I'm fond of the idea that joining the church initially was as much of a choice as leaving it #// more detailed hcs about individual topics will be written up later #// and I could talk forever about hayim #headcanons

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disgracedvessel · 3 years

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A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE.

tagged by: several tagging: anyone who hasn’t done this yet

REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG, with the information of your muse, including headcanons.

NAME. julius aodhan velthomer aodhan = “little fire;” related to fire and the fire god in celtic mythology NICKNAME(S). jules (childhood nickname) ALIAS(ES). child of darkness, prince of darkness, scion of darkness, (former) prince of grannvale, loptous, messiah AGE. 18 SPECIES. human ZODIAC. leo GEMSTONE. red spinel MORAL ALIGNMENT. neutral evil ABILITIES / POWERS. considered by some to be a magical prodigy, julius is skilled in every element but light magic. fire and dark magic are his preferences, and his ability to master the difficult spells of the loptr church is unmatched. this is not from any amount of studying, however. julius has a natural sense for magic and practices because he finds it fun. all other skills he has are acquired in the same way. said to have captivating eyes. charming when he wants to be. adept at using both flattery and weakness to manipulate others. INTERESTS. competitions. any sort of stimulating activity - he hates to be bored. hunting (though the thrill of hunting humans is unparalleled). showing off. being the best person in the room. being worshipped/admired. games of skill. strong people. FEARS. any of his fears or weaknesses being discovered. never regaining his status. having a seizure in a public place, or without saias/someone trusted to care for him. loptous taking over his consciousness again. hitting a ceiling with his abilities. needing to depend on other people for the rest of his life. being killed. GUILTY PLEASURES. none. julius likes what he likes and those who have a problem with it can die. SPOKEN LANGUAGES. julius speaks like every noble of grannvale, and intentionally uses highbrow language as a means to condescend others he considers to be below himself. he rarely speaks formally or politely though, even to other nobles, unless he sees that he will gain something from it. he also can read loptyrian text, but since this never particularly interested him, his skill with it is intermediate at best. PROFESSION. technically none. former prince of grannvale. he’s aiming to at least take velthomer back for himself. BODY TYPE. stunted. the strain of both carrying loptous and using dark magic excessively has significantly halted his growth, and at a glance he resembles a child. he’s small, but not lanky, and his bones seem delicate beneath the layers of robes and armor that he wears to hide that fact. not especially muscular. HEIGHT. 5′6″ (167 cm) COLORS. black. crimson. gold. DRINKS. tea (sugary). fruit juice. coffee (but only with sugar and cream). milk (chocolate). ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? he’s not a fan of bitter flavors, so mulled wine, mead, and other sweet drinks are the only things he enjoys. SMOKES? no.

#headcanons #out of character #// the naming system in jugdral is a whole mess #// what is the surname of the emperor?? who knows

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four-loose-screws · 4 years

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FE4 Novelization Translation - Book 3 - Front Cover & Other Introductory Pages

We made it, everybody! It’s time for Seliph’s story, and the last book in this 3 part series! Let’s go!

Link to Google drives: Translation - Images and Art

Book 3 Covers

Fire Emblem: Genealogy of the Holy War

By Ginichiro Suzuki

Published by Famitsu Game Bunko

(Inside flap)

Ginichiro Suzuki

Ginichiro Suzuki was born in Tokyo in 1934. Since becoming an editor, he has primarily worked on simulation game designs. After establishing the company Shoukikaku, he designed the card game “Monster Maker.” He later wrote a fantasy novel series featuring the Monster Maker characters. He also translated the book “Through Dungeons Deep: A Fantasy Gamer’s Handbook” by Robert Plamondon.

Illustrations by Rika Suzuki

The magnificent world of FE has been turned into a novel!

Long, long ago, when the continent of Jugdral was ruled by darkness, twelve gods descended from the heavens. They took human form, aided the Twelve Crusaders, and vanquished the darkness, returning light to the world. Now, after much time has passed, a wicked darkness is trying to sneak its way across the world once again… The battle between Divine God Naga and Dark God Loptous; and the stories of love and war of the Twelve Crusaders’ descendants, pawns in the hands of fate; are all written here in this dramatic tale!

(Inside flap)

Books by Ginichiro Suzuki:

Magic Master: The Red-Haired Witch

Magic Master: The Dark Knights

Fire Emblem: Genealogy of the Holy War

Character Introductions

Seliph: The protagonist of this story. Son of Sigurd, prince of the Kingdom of Grannvale’s House Chalphy. Inheritor to the Holy Sword Tyrfing. He rises up to liberate the people from the oppression of the Grannvalian Empire.

Julia: The daughter of Emperor Arvis of the Grannvalian Empire. Inheritor to the Holy Light Magic Tome, the Book of Naga. She is the only one who can defeat Julius.

Julius: Son of Emperor Arvis and Crown Prince of the Grannvalian Empire. Julia’s elder twin brother. Possessed by the Dark God Loptous.

Lewyn: The king of Silesse and inheritor to the Holy Wind Tome Forseti. He disguises as a bard and wanders the land, and also serves Seliph’s army as an advisor.

Arvis: The first emperor of the Grannvalian Empire. He was manipulated by Archbishop Manfroy to establish the empire, but his true power was usurped by his possessed son.

Ishtar: Princess of House Friege and inheritor to the Holy Thunder Tome Mjölnir. Julius’ beloved.

Lana: Daughter of Princess Aideen of House Jungby. She is a cleric and a member of Seliph’s army. Seliph’s beloved.

Manfroy: Archbishop of the Loptr Church. He plotted Loptous’ resurrection, and secretly controls Arvis and Julius. The mastermind behind the current holy war.

Map of Jugdral

Table of Contents

Chapter 1: The Battle of Belhalla

Chapter 2: Seliph’s Army

Chapter 3: Larcei, My Love

Chapter 4: Divine Blade Balmung

Chapter 5: Black Knight Ares

Chapter 6: The Miracle of Darna

Chapter 7: Earth Lance Gáe Bolg

Chapter 8: The Soul of Thracia

Chapter 9: Dragon Knight Arion

Chapter 10: Dark God Loptous

Chapter 11: The Children of Thracia

Chapter 12: Emperor Arvis

Chapter 13: Archbishop Manfroy

Chapter 14: The Final Battle

Chapter 15: Wind God Forseti

Afterword

#fire emblem #fe4 #fe #genealogy of the holy war #seliph #nintendo #super nintendo #snes #famicom #super famicom #japan #japanese #translation #localization #light novel #fe4 suzuki novelization translation

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fadingfics · 4 years

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Loptr

AN: This was requested as a deviation of our story Death Of The Lie, in which Loki is Hela and Laufey’s son, and Odin steals him case he’s a tyrant and an asshole. This drabble is a short “what if” Odin didn’t kidnap Loki when he was a baby, and his name was still Loptr.

The pitter patter of small feet resonated in the icy halls of Jotunheim palace, and a child’s laugh echoed along. A nurse hurried behind the little prince, trying to prevent him from reaching the throne room, but the toddler was smarter, and smaller too. Much smaller.

He slid behind ice pillars effortlessly and snuck into the main hall despite his nurse’s protests. The guards looked amused as they saw the prince’s black tuft of hair running towards the adjacent council room.

Laufey was the first to hear the tiny steps getting closer and anticipated the entrance of his son, but pretended not to see how he hid under the table and crawled on the floor. Even the chieftain held back a chuckle.

“Is that all then?” Laufey asked.

“Yes, my king. Any other news will be informed as requested.”

The chieftain gave the king a small nod and left the room. Laufey laid back on his chair and waited.

“Boo!” His tiny son jumped from under the table and climbed onto Laufey’s lap.

Laufey pretended to be surprised. “Oh, I’ve been ambushed!”

As soon as their skins touched, the boy turned a deep blue, and patterns that matched those of his father appeared over his body.

“Loptr,” Hela spoke firmly from the door. “Why aren’t you in your bath?”

Loptr smiled sheepishly and hid his face in his father’s chest. Laufey stood up with the boy in his arms.

“Did you want to be blue for a while?” Laufey asked.

“Daddy is blue, mama is pink.” Loptr giggled. “I am both!”

Laufey handed Loptr to his mother, his skin immediately changing to resemble hers. It made him laugh. He touched Laufey’s arm with one of his tiny fingers, and watched how his whole arm turned blue.

“See? I am both.” Loptr repeated, delighted by the effect his parents had on him.

“You are both and you are beautiful.” Laufey kissed Loptr’s head and ruffled his hair.

“But now it’s night time, and you must bathe and go to bed.” Hela insisted.

“Yes, mama,” Loptr said with a pout, and wrapped his arms around her neck.

Hela handed the boy to his distraught nurse and she took him away.

Laufey sat on the same chair he had used before and sighed deeply.

“Something wrong, my dear?” Hela asked, crossing her hands.

“Nothing, and that's what's bothering me.” He reached for her to take his hand. She did. “It feels like being at the edge of a chasm, about to be pushed without knowing when.”

Hela sat by Laufey’s side. She shared his uneasiness, being left in that constant state of uncertainty, and fear, was taking its toll.

The last time she had seen her father, it hadn’t been the most pleasant family reunion. She had betrayed Asgard, betrayed him, married the King of Jotunheim, and was pregnant with his heir. To say Odin was furious didn’t even begin to describe his reaction.

They both feared Odin would bring all the legions of Asgard and lay waste to Jotunheim before letting Hela give birth.

But that didn’t happen.

Years and years had passed without anything happening.

For the most part, they were thankful. Their son was born in the safety of the ice and stone Fortress of Jotunheim, and blessed in their temple as all newborn Jotuns were, despite encountering some resistance from the Elders. They watched him grow into a happy prince, one that was loved and even accepted. Jotunheim had much bigger problems than their Queen being an outsider and their prince being a halfbreed.

Still, everything felt like the calm before the storm. Hela knew Odin would exact revenge. On her, on her family, on her new home. It even occurred to her that his father was leaving them alone on purpose. Jotunheim was dying, and the people on it would die too, eventually.

The Allfather wasn’t above starving a whole race to death, or condemn them to a slow painful extinction.

Hela laced her fingers with Laufey’s.

“I just wish that, for better or worse, this ordeal was over with,” he said, rubbing her hand with his thumb. “If only you could take Asgard’s throne.”

“I won’t. Odin will see to that,” Hela said with a sad, tight smile. “But Loptr will. Asgard won’t be able to deny him his birthright. He will grow to be a far better king than Odin could ever be.”

“May the goddess hear you.” Laufey kissed the back of her hand.

“You forget, my love,” she smiled widely. “I am the goddess.”

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#drabbles monday #Loki drabble #Loptr drabble #Loki Helason #Loki Laufeyson #DOTL #drabble #Hela (marvel)#Laufey (marvel)

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Beauty and the Beast

TITLE: Beauty and the Beast CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 40/? AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki is under a spell that will return him to his Aesir one if he learns to accept himself for who he is RATING: T (so far) NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 here

“You wouldn’t betray family, would you?" Loki tried that tactic, hoping to entice his sister with the idea of family. He knew that he was desperate for love and approval. He had a feeling his sister was the same way.

"I have no family," she informed him coldly. "I never have. And it would hardly be a betrayal to give you your rightful throne," she reminded him. Loki was right. Her adamance about not having a family was proof enough how desperately she wanted one. Loki saw the familiar glint in her eyes that so haunted his own

"I am a prince of Asgard, not of Jotunheim. This is not and has never been my throne or my home," Loki told her. He really tried to be reasonable. He was trying to use logic against her. It would work on him after all.

Breya shrugged. "You’re Laufey’s son and the last remaining prince of Jotunheim. That is your throne," she said firmly. Loki hadn’t admitted he was Laufey’s son, but she wasn’t stupid, unlike the current king. Besides, they were family, which of course she knew just as well as he did. He could feel the bond between them.

"No, never," Loki said firmly. He had to get away from here. He couldn’t let himself be tied to a throne he didn’t want.

She nodded and looked down, realizing she was in a losing fight. He wouldn’t accept the throne. He didn’t want it, didn’t even want to be here. "Alright," she said softly. "But you won’t be able to stay on the realm. There’s a portal between the realms about two miles north of the palace. I’ll cover your escape," she offered. It was a very generous offer indeed.

Loki nodded, accepting the offer. He needed to get out of here before he got tied to the throne. "Thank you…sister," the word felt strange on his tongue, even if it was true.

The young Jotun glared at him, her crimson eyes full of rage. "I told you. I have no family. Now get out of here," she ordered him firmly.

There was a haunted look in her eyes and Loki finally realized that she was hiding that helping him would cost her. She knew that keeping the king from angering Asgard was worth whatever punishment she would face for failing him. Loki finally vanished his daggers with a sigh. He couldn’t let her suffer because of him. She was family, even if she didn’t accept it, or him, yet. "Maybe you’re right. And I won’t risk your life just so I don’t have to stay. Inform your king who I am," he ordered.

He would give in to the vision in order to protect his sister. Even if it meant he wouldn’t be able to go home.

She gave him a look, distrust in her haunted eyes. "Why the change of heart? You want nothing to do with us or this realm. If you stay, you’ll be tied to that throne," she reminded him, then considered that he was a self-sacrificing idiot after all.

"I have dealt with torture before. It is not something I will let my only blood family deal with. You may not admit it to yourself, but we are family," he saw the acknowledgment in her eyes. "I will not let you go through what I’ve gone through," he told her gently.

Breya shrugged, looking unconcerned. "He won’t kill me. I’m too useful," she said, though Loki doubted her. Besides, he didn’t want his sister hurt. Even if he had just met her. He didn’t have blood family besides her.

"Yes. But torture isn’t something you should underestimate. I would know," he said with a haunted look in his eyes.

“I’ve been punished for failing him before,” her tone was reassuring, but her words were dreadful, especially for someone so young. She knew what she was facing and was willing to help him anyway.

Loki wouldn’t let that happen. “No. Tell him, Breya. Please.” It killed him to say, but he knew this was the right path.

“If you’re sure,” she said and turned back to the king, waving her hand again to dispel her illusion. “Interim King, this man is our rightful king, the lost prince Loptr, son of Laufey,” she announceed.

The interim king glared at Loki, but stood with his held high. He glared down at Breya. “You’re sure?” he demanded. She nodded meekly and Loki hated the meek look in her eyes. The interim king turned to address the court. “Your rightful king has returned. May his life be long and his rule prosperous,” he seemed almost relieved that he didn’t have the burden anymore as he vacated the throne. Almost. He would clearly miss the power of being king.

Loki glanced at Breya before he looked up at the throne. He had to steel himself before he climbed the steps to take his seat. The court applauded and Breya got jostled roughly out of the way as the biggest strongest, most impressive Jotuns tried to vie for positions of power and the new king’s approval. “Enough!” Loki roared in a battlefield roar that silenced them all. He looked to his sister. “Breya, come here,” he ordered when he caught her gaze.

The crowd silence as she scurried up to the the throne. “Yes, my king?” She asked while the others glared at her.

“You will be my personal advisor. Anyone else who dares question me will face my wrath. Am I understood?” He glared darkly at the rest of the Jotuns. His power sparked around him as he was annoyed.

“Yes, my king,” Breya replied. The rest of the court agreed, however reluctantly. They didn’t want to be smited. They didn’t approve of the new king being advised by a teenage girl, just as they hadn’t approved of the last king doing the same. Loki’s glare hardened. “Do not underestimate me or my sister. Anyone who does will face the consequences,”

The crowd gasped at Loki’s acknowledgement of Breya as his sister, but in such a way that Loki knew they already knew. Breya got him through the necessary tasks of the day, stopped three assassination attempts, and finally led him to his chambers which had been completely cleaned, emptied, aired out, and filled with new furnishings in preparation for him. Loki stepped in and sighed in relief. “Thank you, Breya. I appreciate your help,”

She nodded and gave him a warm smile. “Call me if you need anything else,” she replied kindly, tapping her head to indicate telepathically. “I live on the other side of the palace, so it’s faster than sending a messenger.” The only living spaces on the other side of the palace were the servants’ quarters. Loki had found that out on their tour earlier.

Loki shook his head. “That will be changing. Your room will be right across from mine. You are a princess. You will be treated as such,” he told her firmly. She looked confused. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “You and I are family, Breya. That will never change.”

She nodded and gave him a bright smile when she finally accepted it. “Family…” she said more to herself, longing in her voice. She didn’t have any delusions that he would stay forever. “Then I will see you in the morning, brother,” she replied warmly and turned to find her own bed.

“Breya, not to the servants quarters. To the room across from mine. Do I have to make it an order?” He teased, a gentle smile on his face.

She sighed and rolled her eyes at him. “You just want to make sure I get no sleep tonight,” she whined. “Do you know how long it will take them to set up the room across the hall?”

“Then you will sleep here while they make up your room. I will not have you treated like a servant,” he told her firmly.

“Finefine, overprotective king,” she replied, sounding so much like Wanda or Morgan in that moment that it brought homesick tears to his eyes. She touched his hand and ducked into the guest room of his suite to get some sleep.

Loki went into the master bedroom and laid on the bed, breathing a heavy sigh. “What have I gotten myself into?” He breathing out quietly. He realized he’d followed the visions that led to him being on the Jotun throne. And abandoned his family, friends, and Morgan in the process.

He soon found that Frigga had been desperately trying to get back in touch with him. She was his mother and wouldn’t give up on him. She managed to get one message through. Only one attempt was strong enough when he didn’t want to talk to her and she knew she had to leave him be after that attempt. She was out of magic to keep trying, he didn’t want to talk to her, and she would push him away if she pushed any harder. So she sent him one final message, one plea of love. /No matters what happened, or what paths you choose, my darling, you will always be my son, and I will always love you/

Tears formed in his eyes and he squeezed them shut as he found against emotions. /I love you too, Mother. I always will/ he replied.

With that, he severed the connection permanently.

#Loki #Lover #Submitted fic #submission #beauty and the beast #chapter 40 #nekoamamori

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So now that I’ve finished the three main routes of Three Houses and my life can sorta go back to normal, I decided to write my opinions on the three lords. There will be spoilers, so... be warned.

Edelgard: Edelgard answered a long time question that nobody had, which was “if Mad King Ashnard and Arvis had a one night stand, what would their baby look like?”. She has the same ideals as Arvis, wanting an equal society and wanting to unify an entire continent in order to achieve that, while trying to achieve this dream by implementing Ashnard’s blunt methods, by conquering other countries, with only who she deemed to be strong and capable being worth of holding positions of power. Like Arvis, she decided to ally with a not so great cult who she is not a fan of, but can provide her with the power she needed to start the war. Like Ashnard, she also despises the current hierarchy and wants to create a world where only the strong thrive.

I love Edelgard. The story makes her spend time enough with her for us to sympathize with her motivations and does a good job in showing why she is the way she is when the events of the story takes place. She’s confident, charismatic, highly driven by her goals and has a gorgeous, GORGEOUS design, especially post-timeskip. Her relationship with Byleth also feels the most genuine out of the three lords, with Byleth being the reason why she becomes softer in her own route, after all, it is implied that she still harbors feelings for them regardless of the route that the player takes.

I also think that Edelgard is full of shit and cannot for the life of me see her an anti-hero. Yes, her motivations are sympathetic and she suffered a lot, but it is hard to defend someone who started a war against an entire in continent in order to impose your ideals on different societies. Part of me wonders how much Edelgard wanted this unification because she wanted to unify humanity against the Children of the Goddess or… simply because she wanted to restore the Adrestian Empire to its former glory, to get back at those “traitors from the Kingdom”. Her epilogue stating that Faerghus and the Church of Seiros were soon forgotten by the masses, implying that she erased both the Kingdom and the Church’s history from history books, which… yikes. I don’t see that as just nor noble. I also think that the story did a terrible job at showing her relationship against the Agarthans. Some people say that they were blackmailing her, but considering how Edelgard’s character was heavily influenced by Arvis, who did ally with the Loptr Church out of arrogance, thinking he could dispose of them when necessary… it just makes me think that Edelgard, the girl who was tortured by the same people who she is allying herself with in order to take down people who didn’t have anything directly to do with her tragic past, it feels super dumb from her part.

I wish Crimson Flower treated her right. Edelgard deserved better than a rushed, half-assed route. She could have been my favorite FE villain, but alas, that title still goes to Lyon. She’s still in my top three though.

Dimitri: I never expected to like this guy this much. I started with Blue Lions because that was the house with Ashe and Mercedes, but my heart was taken by this princely, damaged boy. As far as design goes, Dimitri was the one who left me the least impressed (yes, even his post-timeskip, I was still drooling over Edelgard). Unlike Edelgard and Claude, Dimitri doesn’t seem to have grand plans for Fodlán, preferring to focus on his revenge against the people responsible for the Tragedy of Duscur. This makes his route seem less focused on lore and the world at large, instead preferring to show the rebuilt of his decaying Kingdom. I feel like his story felt more personal and more about him than the other routes and honestly, I usually prefer character-driven stories, so I felt the Blue Lions route more engaging than the other routes. Dimitri is a tragic character, whose strong compassion for the oppressed at one point drives him to brutality and he needs the help of his friends (especially Byleth) to bring him back to the light. There is something about excessive compassion being treated as a flaw that fascinates me, so Dimitri hits a sweet spot for me. I think they could have handled his recovery a little bit better, but I just let that one slide.

I do think that Dimitri blaming baby Edelgard for the tragedy of Duscur to be hilarious though. Imagine thinking that a thirteen y/o girl is to blame for the massacre of hundreds of people. I know that anger can lead us to have irrational thoughts, but come on, it’s just funny. I also have issues with Dimitri saying that his fight is in benefit of the common people, yet he barely involves them or hears them when it came to making decisions. I still think that he is right in calling out on Edel’s bullshit, on how the world she wants to build that only favors the strong.

Dimitri also feels like the most realistic lord out there, in which he is not some 17 y/o with a master plan to dismantle a millennia y/o system and continued to follow with that plan for 5 years until their comatose teacher woke up and helped them with their plans and I admire that about him too and performed incrementalist reforms.

Claude: Claude is fascinating to me in that he is the smartest lord of the bunch, but his goals are so naive that I’m left with mixed feelings. Really, Claude? Your plan to ending prejudice is by uniting Fodlán as one nation and, once you achieve that, you can destroy the protected border between Fodlán and Almyra? Sure, making the interactions between two nations can ease some of the prejudices that both people have toward each other, but I doubt that this will end racism. His supports with Cyril tries to show that he has a blind spot for the suffering of people who were less fortunate than him back in his home country, but that’s not really brought up in the main story.

His route is weird, as it puts a lot of emphasis in lore and explaining what is up with the secret cult that has been pulling the strings from behind the scenes, but out of the three routes (excluding SS), his feels less like his story and more like a series of events in which he is there. I’ve seen people say that Verdant Wind is the most lighthearted route, but I think this has to do with the fact that Claude seems oddly detached from it. Things happen and he tries to turn them into his advantage, which is fine, it is in character and certainly paints him in a better light than a certain red lord, but it didn’t make me care about his story all that much. I think it’s interesting how he and Edelgard are not so different in the aspect of them wanting to conquer all of Fodlán in order to achieve their ideals, but I think Claude feels more sympathetic simply because he is not the aggressor in this case.

As far as character goes, I like characters who have a sunny and friendly disposition, but can be cold and calculating if needed. I like how he has troubles trusting people and letting get close to him, since he was always seen as an outsider no matter where he lived. Unfortunately, this also means that his relationship with Byleth doesn’t feel as genuine as the other two lords, at least pre-timeskip. And by genuine, I mean it’s hard to believe that his interest in Byleth was anything other than using them and the Sword of the Creator for his own goals, while Edelgard and Dimitri at least feel like they are more interested in them as a person and not as a tool. Their relationship gets better though.

When it comes to design, I think they managed to portray his easygoing, friendly personality well, with his pre-timeskip sporting a more wild hair and post-timeskip showing a more mature and serious side in his combed hairstyle. Also he’s just really hot, ok? Wow.

#fire emblem three houses #fe3h #long post

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ao3feed-lokiangst · 4 years

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Alternate Universe: Changed on Jotunnheim

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/39Hqy0W

by AvatarToph

Thor is captured and imprisoned after storming Jotunnheim in his anger at his failed coronation. His many months as a pet to Prince Loptr changes him and creates new and unforeseen views on the giants.

Words: 2547, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Laufey (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Collars, Light Bondage, Magic, Misunderstandings, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Loki and Thor Are Not Related, Loki is called Loptr, loki is a runt, but still bigger than Thor

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/39Hqy0W

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #angst

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wixiart96 · 5 years

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a scene from a Thor Au I’m working on : Prince Thor and Prince Loptr first meeting

Young Thor desperate to prove his worth and earn his father’s respect goes off to Jotunheim to slay a giant and bring it’s head to his father, thus proving himself a good warrior, instead he runs into a jotun runt who goes by the name loki and unbeknown to Thor is actually prince loptr of jotunheim and Laufeyjarson, the tiny giant offers to take Thor back home and Thor learns that perhaps the stories he learned about monstrous savage beasts living in Jotunheim are only partly true...cause surely Loki does not seem to fit the part

also I imagine this Loki being a combination of Koda from Brother Bear and the one we know from the comics and movies

Meanwhile Thor is at first distrustful, and slightly annoyed of the little talkative giant following him around and trying to befriend him but later on the jotun grows on him, and he becomes protective of Loki kind of like an older brother would be of his sibling

#kid loki #kid thor #Loki Laufeyson #Thor Odinson #norse mythology #prince of jotunheim #prince of asgard thor #Marvel Comics #Marvel MCU #thor au

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Death Of The Lie || Chapter 25: History

AUTHORS: @fandom-and-feminism & @fadingcoast

Summary: Odin and his daughter Hela are the perfect conquerors of the universe. The nine realms fall one after the other into their clutch. After Odin takes a second wife and has a son with her, he doesn’t need Hela anymore. Hela abandons her father and ends up marrying Laufey, a sworn enemy of the Aesir people. Not long after, she becomes pregnant with Laufey’s child. Odin cannot let that son be born, but against all odds, the boy survives. Odin is forced to bring him back to Asgard to be raised as his own until he could make further use of him. The half-Jotun-half-Aesir boy grows up to look and act a lot like his mother, which disturbs Odin, and makes him treat the boy horribly. Odin’s lies are deep and complex, but one day the boy will find out the truth about everything he is.

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Chapter 25: History

A loud bang sealed all doors leading to the hall. Hela barely had time to register the clamor of dozens of soldiers trying to knock the doors down, as she realized where she was.

The throne room was nothing like she remembered. The golden walls and bright colored paintings depicted the current royal family. Drawings of Thor, and Frigga, of Odin himself sitting on his golden throne, Gungnir in his hand, the image of a benevolent magnanimous god, surrounded her.

It made Hela sick.

“How many more lives did it cost to pretend I was never born, I wonder?” She muttered to herself. She seemed not to be paying attention to Loki, or his blade on her neck.

Loki stared at Hela intently, trying to read her expression. What he found was rage, disappointment, contempt, and pain… so much pain. He lowered the knife and made it disappear, releasing Hela from his hold.

She did nothing, she didn’t even move for a moment, looking around the throne room trying to find some familiarity. There was none. All the walls had been repainted, all the pillars remodeled, all the tapestry replaced. Everything that was there before was erased, covered up. Tossed aside, locked up and forgotten, just as I was.

Hela clenched her jaw, and walked slowly towards the throne, the one thing that remained almost the same. Loki stepped back and gave her some room.

“The truth, my dear Loptr, burned Odin so badly that he had to cover it up with lies,” she spat, running a finger over the arm of the golden chair. “The truth would have destroyed everything he ever knew. And he would have set the Nine Realms ablaze before yielding to that fate.” Hela stopped right in front of the throne and closed her eyes. One solitary tear ran down her cheek. “He burned my entire existence to ash instead.”

The war room was buzzing with the murmurs of the generals, while Odin heard yet another account of Frost Giants being spotted by Midgardians. Hela had been sent by the King himself to find why the Jotuns were so interested in Midgard all of the sudden. What she told him did not please the All-father. After all, Midgard was Asgard’s to protect, and to exploit.

More than that, Hela knew Odin wanted to be persuaded into war. The Frost Giants were a thorn in Odin’s side, one he would use any excuse to get rid of. But he had to be smart about it if he wanted his men to follow him to battle.

Losing her patience and tired of hearing Odin dismiss yet another peaceful approach, Hela stood up. “I would like to speak to my father alone,” she addressed the soldiers.

The Hersir looked at the king, surprised by the Princess’ tone, but obeyed anyway, nodding his head as he left the room, followed by the other divisions’ generals.

“Father, the Jotuns are NOT trying to invade Midgard! Why are you still not telling that to the Hersir?”

Odin scoffed, deflecting the question. “Are you going to let yourself be fooled by their lies? I thought I had taught you better!”

“You know what I am saying is no lie. Jotunheim is dying,” Hela said, with an exasperated sigh. “Soon, they will have no home at all.” She paused and took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. “Midgard is wide and large, it has vast cold regions where they can settle without disturbing or be disturbed by Midgardians. All they want is your blessing-”

“No! I will not allow those monsters to invade Midgard!”

“Are you not listening to what I am saying? They do not want to invade Midgard.” Hela pressed, repeating what she had told Odin too many times by now. “You are the Allfather, the protector of the Nine Realms!” She emphasized the last words, making Odin flinch. “If you deny them the chance to leave their home, to rebuild their lives somewhere else, you are dooming them to extinction!”

“One less enemy to worry about!” Odin growled.

“They are not our enemies anymore! Will you drop your pride for one second and realize that?”

Odin pounded the table with his fist and stood up. “Do you forget what they have taken from us?! From you?!”

Hela bit her tongue, knowing forgiveness didn’t have room in Odin’s heart. She knew the story, not because she remembered it, but as it had been recited to her a million times, of how her own mother led the fight, how she was imprisoned and executed by the Frost Giants. The story, she had learned much later, wasn’t exactly as Odin told it.

She stood defiant in front of Odin. The King no longer intimidated her, for as powerful as he might have been seen by Asgard and the realms, she knew better. She knew about all the skeletons in his closet and the secrets swept under the carpets.

After all, she was the Goddess of Death. And death spoke to her.

“Laying waste to Jotunheim, murdering the Jotuns and letting their planet die will not bring my mother back,” she stated. “And even if that were possible, you have already found and wedded a replacement,” she added bitterly. “I don’t see what more vengeance you could possibly want.”

Loki had listened in reverent silence to Hela’s recounts. He tried hard to remember all the books he had read - he knew there were some mentions of a previous Queen, but it was never elaborated. His grandmother’s name had been erased from Asgard’s memory, as was her daughter’s.

My very blood has been covered with black ink.

“I left Asgard for good after that day,” Hela continued. “He sent out soldiers to search for me, only for them to find me exactly where he knew they would find me, on Jotunheim. That’s when the rumours and stories started.” She walked to stand in the middle of the foyer, her eyes squinted closed. “They were told I was violent and unstable. They were told I was out for blood, eager to conquer the universe itself. They were told I was consorting with the enemy to bring down Odin’s bloodline, and Asgard with it. They were told I would usurp the throne for our enemies. And they listened.”

As she spoke, Hela summoned several swords and threw them to the ceiling, creating cracks between the paintings of the royal family. The blades wedged deep in the plaster, but remnants of Odin’s magic kept it in place.

“All of it was, of course, a lie. Odin’s new young wife had already given birth to a baby boy.”

“Thor,” Loki said, and Hela nodded.

“The moment the boy was born, my destiny was sealed. He had another heir, his bloodline secured. He had a fresh, new mind to twist to his will. I wasn’t needed anymore.”

Hand raised in the air, she willed her magic to counteract that which was holding the ceiling together. Her swords vibrated and a bright green light emanated from them, spreading through the cracks and loosening the material. Large pieces of plaster fell around them. The old paintings that were revealed were very different.

Hidden behind the saintlike paintings of Odin, Frigga, and the Princes were images of war, of bloodshed and tyranny and death. Odin, on his eight-legged horse beside Hela herself, who was mounted upon a giant wolf, riding into battle together. Hela, at the head of a dark army of Einherjar, fire consuming the background. Soldiers wielding whips while emaciated citizens build a castle of gold. Odin and his Queen, a raven-haired beauty with bright eyes and a wicked smile.

The painting that made Loki stumble in shock was poised above the throne, the biggest one of all. Hela and Odin stood side by side, arms raised, with soldiers surrounding them and necroswords protruding into the burning sky. Odin had his spear, while Hela proudly held Mjolnir aloft over her head.

Hela broke the silence, watching Loki carefully. “I was raised to be Queen of the Nine Realms. With my mother gone, all I ever knew was what Odin told me. I would come to realize, after it was too late, that I was lied to and manipulated to follow in Odin’s steps. I made my own way, educated myself, found out things for myself. I was banished for refusing to fall in line, for daring to question him.”

This pattern was familiar to Loki, for he had been punished for rebelling against his so-called father too. At least Odin was consistent. Hela walked around the broken plaster, while Loki followed, staring at the images on the ceiling. A tiny glimpse of what was missing from the archives.

Hela came to a halt, right under a very vivid picture of her mother riding into battle in Jotunheim. The image of a fierce and powerful Queen, her long black hair braided in the warrior’s ways. An army of Valkyries rode behind her.

“I too grew up with tales of the savagery of the Frost Giants, fueled mainly by the battles we fought and the people we lost.” Her conflicted stare was fixed on her mother’s face. “The giants surrendered to Asgard after a bloody battle where Odin managed to kill their King, leaving his only son and heir, Laufey, to take the throne. Laufey didn’t want more bloodshed, he wanted peace for his people. But Odin would not budge. He wished to end their race, burn it to the ground, no matter how long it would take him. All he needed was an excuse.” Hela turned to Loki, a deep sadness in her hardened gaze. “You were the excuse.”

Loki gulped, as a shiver ran down his spine with the weight of those words. The betrayal, losing control over Hela, the political implications of joining Jotunheim and Asgard, what it would mean for Odin, Asgard and the Nine Realms to have a Frost Giant halfbreed sitting on the throne.

“The Casket wasn’t the only thing you took from Jotunheim that day, was it?”

“No,” Odin admitted quietly. “In the aftermath of the battle, I went into the temple, and I found a baby. Small for a Giant’s offspring - clearly abandoned and left to die in the cold. Laufey’s son.”

In his mind Loki saw clear as day that conversation with Odin, right after he had discovered the truth. How the All-father didn’t even flinch when telling him the story. His hands began to shake with fury.

“What of my mother? Had she no say in my fate?”

“Laufey had not publicly taken a Queen. I don’t know who your mother is, or if she even lived through your birth. For all anyone knew, it could have been any random female he wanted to take.”

Loki now knew better. Odin knew all along who his mother was, and that she did not have a say in his fate was Odin’s own doing.

“I wanted only to protect you from the truth.”

Lies!

I was the living embodiment of his mistakes.

His hands started to turn blue, just as they had that day when he held the Casket. His chest felt heavy with the weight of the lies he had been poisoned with throughout his life. His own past was being unveiled, his history, his heritage, his family… his real family, and he could barely cope with it. The images on the ceiling started to spin, as if they were trying to communicate, tell him everything. The air felt too hot, too humid, and he could not breathe. Ghosts danced and swirled around him and he had to wonder if he wasn’t speaking the dead into life.

“Rindr,” Hela suddenly said.

Loki had not noticed she was now by his side. The touch of her rough hands on his was almost tender, and brought him back to himself. “What?” he croaked.

“That is your grandmother’s name.” Hela looked at the ceiling again, the image of the former queen seemed to be looking down at them. “Queen Rindr of Asgard, General of the Valkyrie Army, protector of the Nine Realms.”

Loki took a deep breath and looked up. He had heard the legends of the Valkyries since he was a young boy, but he never imagined that one of their generals was his own blood. A hint of pride blossomed within him. My bloodline is more powerful than I thought. No wonder Odin wanted to keep me under wraps.

Hela remained silent, allowing him a moment to take it all in. When she spoke again, disdain had crawled back into her voice.

“I’m guessing the throne room isn’t the only thing he, well, redecorated.”

Loki shook his head. “I can’t speak for any other part of the castle being altered like this, but I’ve seen the damage done in the library. Books were torn, enchanted, vandalized…”

Hela shrugged her shoulders. “Doesn’t surprise me at all. He had to make sure no one ever knew about what happened. Couldn’t tarnish his precious image.”

A loud banging interrupted their conversation. The palace guards we trying to breach the throne room, and Loki knew it was only a matter of time before they broke through his magic defenses. He searched his mind for a solution, but everything he imagined would end in bloodshed. The soldiers would fight to their last, and Hela could obliterate them one by one without breaking a sweat.

What if there didn’t have to be a fight?

“You want your throne, and it is yours to claim, but the Hersir won’t recognize your ruling,” Loki said. “Odin saw that every shred of your life was erased. These soldiers haven’t been around long enough to have known you.”

Another bang, and Loki could feel the magic barrier thinning. Hela nodded her head and raised her hand, holding a temporary second barrier against the door. It wouldn’t last long, but it would buy them a bit more time to think.

“Then we have to find people who will,” Hela said. “Is that wretched traitor Heimdall still around?”

Loki shook his head. “He escaped.”

“The head healer, Eir?”

Loki shook his head again. “She retired after Frigga died, and left the realm. There is a way we could track her down, as she has settled in the mountains of Vanaheim now, but-” Loki stopped mid phrase, as if something had clicked inside his brain. A frantic smile spread across his face. “I know someone… I know where we can get the information you need!”

Hela looked at Loki cautiously, sizing him up.

BOOM!

Instinctively, both summoned weapons to their hands in an automatic move, and Hela was forced to drop her magic.

“And why you are going to help me, when just moments ago you held your own blade to my throat?”

“There are many things I still don’t know,” Loki simply said. “You’re the key to unlocking the truth.”

Hela looked surprised, but she had no time to respond. The wooden doors were beginning to splinter, and in just a few seconds hundreds of Einherjar would be upon them both.

“Norns, she is going to kill me for pretending to be dead and not telling her,” Loki said out loud to himself. He reached out to grab Hela’s arm. “We’re going to Alfheim.”

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