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#signý byström // scandinavian sweetheart
shatteredminds · 2 years
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My Illiterate children
Thor Rothrekr Axel
Jørgan Fenrir Wolvisherii Friis
Delilah Rigmor Wolvisherala Friis
Signý Idonia Byström
Ulfric Valter Wolvranii Friis
Lana Zorrah Wolvranala Friis
Viltautas Onfrio Wolvranii Friis
Jupiter Ulric Lashiaii Friis
Lena Veera Lashiala Friis
Dove Narrila Chessy Lashiala Friis
Sydall Colston Zero Bloodworth
Laima Saulé Zaishvaerala Bloodworth
Hilmar Styge Zaishvaerii Nørregaard
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shatteredminds · 2 years
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@taterswithranch
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Thor Rothrekr Axel
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Frigg Vigdess Vinter
Signý Idonia Byström
Words- Old norse
Father- faðir
Daughter- dóttir
Bubbles
While dieing was painful, the vail that nations went to was quite peaceful. Unless you encounter enemy nation form your past.
Though today was not the case. No, today Thor was relaxing. Or so he thought.
*pop*
'Huh, what was that?' The dragon thought, proving himself up on his elbow due to the fact that he was laying on his back in his halfway dragon form.
*pop* *pop* *pop*
His tail twitched. What was this sound, is his family's den under attack?
*pop* *pop*
"Faðir, come here." He heard his eldest child, Signý, call for him.
*pop* *pop* *pop* *pop*
Getting up, he stretched quickly amd jogged over to where his daughter is outside.
*pop* *pop*
"What is it my dóttir, is everything alrigh-" Thor starts, getting cut off as some strange floating orbs drifting around his eldest. One touched his arm and disappeared on contact.
*pop*
"By Oden's beard, what is this?" He questioned, touching the wet and sticky spot the strang orb let left on his arm.
Signý shrugged, "I don't have the faintest idea what they are, but they make a funny sound." She says, using her fingers to pop some if them.
*pop* *pop* *pop* *pop* *pop*
Tilting his head, Thor poped one that was floating towards him.
*pop*
A wide, fanged, goofy grin formed on his face. He poped another, and another. Soon both him and Signý were poping the strange orbs laughing and having the times of their afterlife.
Meanwhile, in the den near a window.
*pop* *pop* *pop* *pop*
Frigg stood there, looking out the window. Watching as her husband and daughter poping those strange orbs.
*pop* *pop* *pop*
"Their idiots, but there my idiots." She murmers before taking a sip of her ale.
*pop*
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