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skaldish · 1 month
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Does Loki in any way has connection to home? Like, He is for me, beside change and joy part, feels like a home Deity, maybe in a same way as Brigit and Hestia.
Does this feeling has any historical/folklore confirmation? Thank you in advance.
Yes actually! Before he became known for his escapades with Odin and Thor, Loki started off as a domestic spirit that was thought to live by or beneath the best part of the Nordic house—the hearth.
Naturally, he had the same sneaky proclivities as a domestic spirit that he has now as a deity, so while Hestia and Brigid are more associated with homemaking and family, Loki's more about that home mischief. He's the force that tangles your knitting and burns your cookies. But that's only because he likes being involved, not because he wants to upset people's lives.
Bit of UPG here, but Loki's energy as a house spirit very much reminds me of a Norwegian forest cat's: Big, friendly, makes great company, manifests at the sound of a can opening, screams when bored, gets zoomies at 3am, disappears into the wilderness for days on end only to return as though he never left. Has kittens sometimes.
Like, there's a reason why people kept Loki around rather than chasing him out for being a menace. He's a belovéd menace.
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lokabrenna13 · 2 years
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I tried a different approach to the sky concept. Instead of the soft curves of the the torn paper, I chose the hard lines of the cut strips. I love both.
I'll try to scan some of these pieces reshare over the course of a few posts. The lighting here tends to distort the colors and causes some colors to look a bit wonky. As always, thank you for reading.
Hail the Sky-Treader!
Hail Loki! I love You!
#loki #lokabrenna #hailloki #lokean #godspouse #rokkr #rokkatru #paganartist #pagan #northerntradition #abstractart #abstractcollage #collage #monochrome #collageart #papercollage #playingcardcollage #playingcardart #playingcards #sky #skytreader #lopt
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elizatungusnakur · 2 years
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Litany for Loptr. 🦅
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mabhsavage · 2 years
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That Little Laugh
Image copyright Mabh Savage 2022 No doubt you’ve seen us The mischief makers Followers of a chaotic Maelstrom of love A little smirk on our faces A little laugh, perhaps As we listen to words only We can hear Rocks and sweets and toys In our pockets No we don’t all have kids But we all care for something Maybe there’s a hint of cinnamon A scratch of flint A side eye across An…
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"The Kings and Queens came to us so young, so brave. We raised them, we taught them, we loved them and they served so well. After they were gone all of Narnia grieved them, and we will miss them till the end of time. "
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tenth-sentence · 5 months
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Then all in one moment there was a rending of the blue wall (like a curtain being torn) and a terrible white light from beyond the sky, and the feel of Aslan's mane and a Lion's kiss on their foreheads and then – the back bedroom in Aunt Alberta's home at Cambridge.
"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader" - C. S. Lewis
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pariahsparadise · 1 year
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ye of little faith | e. p.
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summary: eustace doesn't believe that edmund has a girlfriend.
wc: 800
pairings: edmund pevensie x fem!reader
warnings: VERY unedited. also it's 1am and i just wrote this in a burst of inspiration, so please don't expect it to be good.
a/n: i don't really know if this will make sense to anyone lol, i think i wrote it in a confusing way, but hopefully it's okay. it's mostly eustace's pov, i wanted to try something new. also, this exact scenario has been in my head for months now.
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“There’s no way he has a girlfriend,” Eustace tells Lucy, barging into the room. She immediately knows who he’s talking about, able to hear Edmund on the phone downstairs, voice softer than it usually is, taking the tone he automatically opts for when he speaks to Y/N.
“Why?” Lucy asks, half-heartedly entertaining her annoying cousin while she thumbs through the pages of her book. Unfortunately for her, Eustace Scrubb brightens at the attention, straightening up and launching into a rather well-thought out spiel.
“First of all, it’s Edmund we’re talking about. He’s awkward, way too hostile and bad-tempered. Not to mention, he’s barely of average height, and his hair? Absolutely ridiculous.”
“Y/N likes it,” Lucy says mildly, earning a scoff from Eustace.
“Y/N.” he says with disbelieving scorn, “As if she actually exists. You expect me to believe that a woman as beautiful and intelligent as you lot claim she is would actually be interested in Edmund? And so interested that she calls and writes to him multiple times a week? Yeah, right. I bet that Ed’s hired an escort to help him forget about how lonely he actually is. Or he’s paying some poor girl to play the part of a caring partner.” Eustace has had many such theories, the more creative ones dealing with blackmail and holding family members hostage, but so far, monetary imbursements seem to be the most likely.
“Sure, Eustace,” Lucy mumbles, having checked out of the conversation a while ago. He shakes his head at her disinterest, convinced that he is right, and leaves the room, muttering to himself disbelievingly.
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A few days later, a painting gushes out water and swallows them whole, so poor Eustace, although having taunted his cousins with his skepticisms about the magical land of Narnia and called them fools for believing in the same, is forced to confront that he was wrong. 
Eustace is soaking wet and miserable, still slightly panic infused. He can’t believe his eyes, convinced that he hallucinated the last fifteen minutes. Sitting on the ship, the Dawn Treader, he watches as his cousins are recognised as King and Queen. He’s related to royalty. 
With a humorous snort, he realises that this is more believable than Edmund Pevensie having a girlfriend.
Hell, even the talking rat next to him is more believable.
He goes to voice the same, but is distracted by a joyous whoop descending from the sky, followed by a splash in the ocean. Eustace is too busy trying to catch a glimpse of the figure underwater to notice the hopeful glances Edmund and Lucy exchange, the faint tremour in Edmund’s hands as he snatches a telescope from a passing crew member, getting a clearer view.
“It is her!” Ed cries, only barely held back from jumping overboard by Caspian, who laughs fondly at the Just King. Eustace tries to hear what the Prince tells Edmund, but all noise turns to mush the second he sees the young woman surface, a brilliant smile on her face.
At first glance, he thinks it’s a siren. He’s heard stories about their enchanting beauty and ethereal forms, and Eustace does genuinely believe that this woman is too gorgeous to be human like he is. As she swims closer, though, and the ship's crew help pull her onto the ship, Eustace notices the lack of a tail. And though her hair is soaked and strewn across her face, and her clothes suction themselves to her skin, none of it takes away from her radiance.
It also doesn’t distract him from the fact that she’s walking right towards him. 
Eustace’s mouth goes bone dry, and he gulps nervously, afraid she’ll talk to him and afraid she won’t, when suddenly, Edmund swoops past him and towards the woman. He snatches her up in a passionate embrace, hands securing her to him as he twirls her around in sheer delight.
When they kiss, chaste but heady, Eustace decides that he has never actually known anything about anything.
He’s scouring the sky for flying pigs when he hears Edmund’s self-satisfied voice behind him, “And this, my very real girlfriend, Y/N, would be my cousin, Eustace Scrubb.”
“How do you do?” Eustace says weakly, extending a hand, trying his hardest not to faint when you take it.
“Pretty well. If only Edmund would- what was it again?- stop holding my family hostage, I think I’d be great,” you rib amiably, throwing back one of Eustace’s earliest theories back into his now scarlet face.
“No, darling, you’ve got it wrong, I’ve currently got your dogs kidnapped and ready to be shipped to the pound, remember?” Edmund joins in on the fun, his smile widening as he earns a couple of chuckles from you, and a darker flush from Eustace’s cheeks. 
Eustace Scrubb, though unwilling, is forced to admit, after watching the two of you interact, gravitating towards each other naturally, at ease with the love that surrounds you, his cousin’s eyes brighter than he’s ever seen them, that it is very believable for Edmund Pevensie to be dating Y/N L/N after all. 
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oneawkwardwriter · 1 month
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prince caspian, inspired by 'I see the light' from tangled also imagine on the dawn threader at night under the moon and the stars
anything else is up to you
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I See The Light
pairing: Dawn Treader!King Caspian x gn!reader warnings: a little bit of pining, very intense eye-contact, maybe perhaps some kissing... maybe even perhaps things getting just a little bit more heated... not quite nsfw, but there's some implying summary: you're staring at the moon and stars; Caspian is staring at you a/n: thank you so much for requesting this, I absolutely LOVE Tangled and I've recently come back into my King Caspian Narnia hyperfixation. Also, this is techically not the first time I've written something like this, but definitely one of the better things I've written wc: 1.3k
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The only light, besides that of the moon, that illuminates your path to the railing of the Dawn Treader is the lantern at the helm, where a faint flame is dancing in its little cage.
For the first time since you've left the harbour, the midnight sky is fully clear, not a cloud that dares to blanket the twinkling stars or the silver glow of the moon. It's colder than usual, a light breeze blows against your cheek.
You lean down on the railing, resting your head in the palm of your hand as you look up at the sky. For some reason, there's something mesmerising about the way the moon casts a silver glow across the water, how the stars form constellations that only exist because someone decided to connect the dots to make some sense of it all.
You're too caught up in your own head to hear the door to below deck open. And so Caspian, King of Narnia, finds you staring out into the midnight sky. He leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed, a smile adorns his lips. His eyes skim over your figure, taking in every detail as the wind lightly ruffles your hair.
For a moment, he just stands there, not wanting to disturb you. After some time, he carefully approaches you. You hadn't noticed him at first, but after a while, you had felt his eyes burning in your back. So when he came to stand beside you, you weren't entirely startled.
"Can't sleep?" Caspian asks softly, not looking you in the eyes just yet and instead looks up at the sky as well.
"Oh, I'm sure I could if I bothered to try," You answer, "It's just that the sky hasn't been this clear ever since we sailed out of the harbour."
"It also hasn't been this cold ever since we sailed out of the harbour," He remarks, "A simple shirt won't keep you warm enough."
"Oh please, I'm fine," You say, even though you're unable to hide the shiver as it runs down your spine. "Besides, shouldn't you be fast asleep in your bed?"
The king lets out a dry chuckle and shakes his head. "Perhaps, but luckily for me, I don't have to follow orders," He says, his gaze drifting towards you now, "You, on the other hand, would be wise to do so. You should go to bed, get some rest."
You playfully roll your eyes. "I'll go to bed shortly," You say, looking back at him as well now. "You know, you're welcome to stay here for a while, Your Majesty."
"Oh, don't go calling me by my title now, we're past that," He says, finally being able to properly look you in the eyes. "Please, just call me Caspian. Also, thank you for allowing me to stay on my own ship."
"Alright, I didn't mean it like that," You respond as you lightly chuckle and shake your head, "I just didn't want you to think you couldn't be here because I was already here, even though it's your ship, which you said and... I'm rambling, aren't I?"
Caspian looked at you with a light smile on his lips, his eyes trained on yours. "You are, but please, don't stop on my account," He says, moving almost unnoticably closer. "Really, do continue, please."
"Oh, okay, uhm..." It didn't make sense why your mind suddenly went completely blank. There was no reason for your cheeks suddenly feeling warm and turning a bright red. "What... what did you want to talk about?"
"Oh, anything, really," Caspian answered, the silver light of the moon reflecting in his eyes. "That wasn't an order, by the way. I just... really love it when you talk."
"Good to know," You say softly, averting your eyes for a moment before looking back up at the midnight sky. "So... the sky is beautiful tonight, isn't it?"
"Yes, it truly is." If you had looked at him, you would've seen Caspian's eyes were still trained on you rather than the sky. "The way the moon and stars cast their silver glow is... truly mesmerising."
Despite the chilled breeze that glides over the ship and the silence between them, the atmosphere is strangely comfortable and relaxed. Time seems to stand still, stretching the minutes into an eternity as the two of you continue to gaze up at the midnight sky.
After Aslan knows how long, Caspian softly speaks up again. "Have I ever told you why I love being at sea so much?"
You avert your gaze from the stars to look at him. "No, but please, do tell."
"Back in the palace," He begins, "everyone and everything always seems to be in such a hurry. And despite all of that, I feel like I'm doing nothing but chasing down daydreams until the days just... blur together.
"But out here, everything is so peaceful. The gentle rocking of the ship, the glow of the starlight... suddenly, everything is crystal clear, like I've finally found what I'm supposed to do."
You softly smile as you listen intentively, resting your head on the palm of his hand. After a while, Caspian looks at you in slight confusion, raising an eyebrow.
"What?" He asks, letting out a soft chuckle.
"Oh, nothing," You say, your smile turning into the lightest of smirks as you continue, "I just... really love it when you talk."
Caspian let out another chuckle as he shakes his head. "Using my own words against me, are you now?" He comments teasingly, leaning in just a little bit closer. "Are you sure it's a good idea to challenge your king?"
"Didn't you say that we were past using your title?" You raise an eyebrow at him, daring enough to take a small step closer as well. "And if not, what will you do? Exile me?"
"Oh no, my dear, I wouldn't dream of it." The world seemed to somehow shift into a blur as the back of his fingers lightly brushes against your cheek, creating a contrast between the warmth of his touch and the chilled gusts of the wind. "Has anyone ever told you your eyes are as bright as the stars above?"
The light touch of his hand and his soothing words managed to knock the breath out of your lungs, the way he gazed into your eyes left you in a trance-like state. If your eyes were as bright as the stars, his were brighter than a thousand suns with the intensity he was looking at you.
Slowly, carefully, an invisble force seemed to push the two of you closer together until there were mere millimeters between your lips. And then, time seemed to freeze into a moment of uncertainty, even though the electricity could be sliced with a knife.
"Tell me to stop," Caspian breathed, his hand resting on your cheek as those brown eyes bored into yours. "My Starlight, tell me to stop. I won't be able to hold back."
"Don't stop... don't hold back."
And that was all he needed to hear before closing the distance between you. In his defense, he really intended on holding back on the intensity, but as soon as those words had fallen from your lips, he was done for.
One hand snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against his body while his older hand held steadily onto your face. Your hands crept into his hair, your fingers softly running through the strands, earning yourself a soft groan falling from his lips.
His grip on your waist tightens slightly, the fervour in his kiss grows a little stronger. "Please," He whispers against your lips, nearly sounding like a desperate plea.
"Okay..." You respond breathlessly, letting him pull you towards the stairs leading to below deck.
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dduane · 2 months
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Hello Ms Duane,
I just finished “The Wounded Sky” for the first time and was just blown away by the beauty of it - even though math and physics are more or less a closed book to me, you gave me a peek into the book and it was gorgeous! ALSO I have to know - when Uhura is talking about her experience during one of the inversions and says “it would break your heart” “why? Was it so sad?” “Sad? No!” - that whole exchange reminded me powerfully of a similar one in “Voyage of the Dawn Treader.” Was it a deliberate reference? Either way LOVED the book and will be re-reading for sure!
Thanks so much. I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)
Re: that line: It may have been accidental—this far down the line, I don't recall. But the precision of the quote certainly IDs it... so we can assume that, one way or another, C. S. Lewis seems to have been on my mind. (And not for the first time...)
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depressedbagpipe · 5 months
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Golden (King Caspian x fem!reader)
Chapter I - Voyages at Dusk, Treaders by Dawn
Words: 3404 Warnings: some angst and misogyny i guess (?) not too much plot for now, this is just the set up ;) A/N: alright, here it goes. i actually had a breakdown and deleted half the fic before posting so idk how to feel about this. i really hope you enjoy this fic, and I'm sorry for taking so long :( ALSO i haven’t proofread this 😇 Taglist: @sskhair, @sassyandclassyx, @thefictionalgemini, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @just-levyy, @noortsshift,
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Dawn. Warm and alerting, bathing the clear sky in orange and red and pink and all sorts of sweltering colors I could imagine. The sea below the cliff was calm and shone with such intensity that it hurt to look at. Yet the scenery was beautiful. The wind hugged me and the sun’s rays welcomed me like an old friend. The top of the cliff was showered in green, the grass moving with the breeze, alive and inviting. Summer was finally here, and it cast large and nostalgic shadows over the ruins of Cair Paravel. Nature had taken over the stones once again, covering the past in colorful present. The altar where the thrones of the Kings and Queen of Old used to be remained intact, as if magic itself wanted to bathe the pedestal in power. Power that came and left, but also power that remained. 
Laughter reached my ears. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Giggles and chuckles grew stronger until a pair of short arms wrapped themselves around my legs.
“Mumma, come play with us!” a little boy’s voice demanded, and the happiness in those words finally snapped me back to reality.
With a grin, I turned around, bending down, and picking the kid in my arms, earning a loud howl from him as I spun us. Before either of us could get dizzy, I put him back down, lovingly moving away one of the dark strands of hair that fell over his dark eyes. He looked a bit too much like his father, to no one’s surprise.
Speaking of, he now stood next to me.
“Having fun without me?” Caspian asked in a teasing voice, throwing an arm over my shoulders, using his hand to stroke the exposed skin of my –his– shirt.
I looked up to him. The wrinkles by his eyes were just a tad more prominent, but the same lively spirit adorned his irises. He looked somewhat taller, with his young naivité turned into experienced serenity. He carried himself like the king he was, and yet his lips still turned upwards by the right corner first, kind and amused, as they did when I first met him. His tanned skin glowed in the late afternoon sun, and despite having been married for years, he still managed to make my heart soar.
“Never, Dada!” the kid giggled, still grabbing my legs. 
Caspian laughed as he threw him over his shoulder. “Unfortunately, young man, we should get going back to the castle. It’ll be dark soon.”
The boy complained. “But I wanna stay here! I wanna listen to the stories Mumma tells!”
His annoyance didn’t last long, for Caspian quickly used his advantage to shake the boy in the air, earning loud chuckles in return.
I wanted to follow them, I really did, but my feet seemed stuck to the ground. I saw Caspian walk away, yet I couldn’t move. Something was anchoring me to the top of the cliff, and the only thing I could do was stare as the love of my life seemed to disappear before my eyes.
Again, I know I should’ve been scared, as the world around me seemed to crumble once more. I waved my arms around, my hands flexing trying to grab the air with trembling fingers, anything to keep me afloat. Another breeze engulfed me, equally as warm as the sun that was rapidly setting over the horizon. Out of instinct, I closed my eyes, allowing whatever that was to take me to wherever I had to go. Right before everything ended, a familiar voice resounded on the inside of my skull, bringing back that same serenity I had always felt at the top of that cliff.
Soon, my dear.
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I woke up with a start. I immediately frowned as I stared at the ceiling, tracing the lines of the wood at the top of the high-posted bed, analyzing the details in the engraving as I usually did when I couldn’t fall asleep. That had not been the first time I dreamed about Caspian, and what could possibly be our son, but it had been the first time Aslan had made himself known. It had been three years since we last saw him, right after Caspian’s coronation and the Pevensies’ farewell, and despite knowing he was always around, hearing him for the first time after that long only intrigued me. Beautiful, amazing, scary, and anxious things happened during the first three years of Caspian and I’s ruling over Narnia, yet Aslan had never shown up before. I wondered what his message meant too. 
I pondered for a few minutes, still lying on the comfortable bed. The quietness of the room, which was starting to fill with light, made me realize I was alone. I raised my head slightly, looking around the room hoping to find Caspian hunched over some papers in a small desk we kept by the balcony, but he was nowhere to be found. 
My frown got deeper, and I finally sat down and took a look at the state of the room. Our suite at the castle was huge, bigger than any room I had ever owned. The high ceilings and big windows provided warmth and security. Back at Cair Paravel, I had insisted on a rather modest room, but that was no longer fit for me, or us. I was surprised that Caspian wanted to stay in his childhood castle; he always spoke about his home growing up, and how dark and moody it always was, but after a leap of faith and several peace treaties later, the sun seemed to be always shining over the old Telmar. Because the sun always shone over Narnia.
Yet my favorite part of the suite was the balcony; overlooking the kingdom with the sea at the horizon, with the ships docked at the harbor and the peaceful waves that blended with the sky. I know it wasn’t Cair Paravel, and it would never be, but different didn’t mean worse. Narnia prospered under Caspian’s rule, and I, the newly appointed queen, had had the chance to see the land flourish and rise from its ashes.
I was now outside, staring at the view, looking at the sun slowly climbing its way up, as well as the citizens living right under us starting their days, happy and undisturbed. My heart clenched a little, thinking about how much Lucy would enjoy the view, but I shook my head. I couldn’t think about them now. I couldn’t know if I’d ever see them again, at least in Narnia. As much as I loved remembering the past, I had to focus on my present to succeed in my future. 
And my present was now talking rather loudly outside the big wooden door to our suite. 
“But, your Majesty…”
“Nonsense. She’s my wife first, I’ll take care of this.”
“Let us help, your Majesty!”
I scrunched my eyebrows at the voices and flinched when the door opened a bit too loudly.
“My love?” Caspian called out.
“In here!”
His footsteps were rushed and heavy as he suddenly appeared before me on the balcony. 
“What are you doing up? You heard the doctor, you should rest!” he took me in his arms and gently guided me back to the bed, sitting me down on the mattress and taking my face in his hands, inspecting every detail.
I laughed. “Cas, I’m alright. In fact, I’ve been feeling great for the past few days,” I calmly took my hands in his and put them down. His thumbs automatically rubbed the back of my hands, which didn’t fail to give me goosebumps.
“I still don’t think it’s a good idea…” but I cut him off before he could finish.
“Don’t.”
“Please, my love, I just want you to be alright.”
“I’ll be alright once I have something to do, Cas. You seriously cannot expect me to lay around all day when there’s a world full of adventures out there!”
“Your Majesties?” Edith, one of the maids, interrupted us. “The bath is ready.”
“Thank you, Edith. You may go now,” Caspian looked up but didn’t move from his spot.
Edith bowed to us and left with a troubled expression, and I immediately turned to him again.
“What did you do?”
Caspian tried to look innocent but failed miserably. “Nothing! I woke up early and headed down to the kitchens to fetch you something to eat when you woke up! Then the maids found me and insisted on doing the work but I wouldn’t let them.”
I tried to fight off the smile. “Why did you do that?”
“Because I wanted to do something nice for you. I’ve been worried sick these days and just… wanted to be at your side as much as I can before I leave.”
That alerted me. “What do you mean ‘before I leave’?”
I took my hands away, bringing them to my waist. Caspian was looking at me with a guilty gaze from his place on the ground before me. He spoke slowly, almost testing the waters.
“I don’t think you should come, my love.”
“And why is that?” I raised an eyebrow at him, a bit too defiantly. It was too early in the morning for this.
“I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“So you’re keeping me locked away?”
“That’s not…” he tried to reason, but I wouldn’t let him.
I stood up from the bed, careful not to accidentally hurt him as I walked towards the small en suite, feeling the warm water from the free-standing bath, anything to prevent me from lashing out at him. 
“I don’t wanna hear it, Caspian. I’m coming with you. Now, I appreciate the breakfast but if you’re not gonna join me, I think it’s best if you leave me alone now.”
I usually hated being stern with him, but I was tired of the conversation. I wasn’t about to begin yet another fight about the same topic, knowing it would end in disaster. After a few seconds, Caspian spoke.
“I’ll be at the war room, then.”
He didn’t say anything else and left. I sighed, already feeling bad at our near-discussion, and let myself sink into the water. My eyes closed as I tried not to let the anger consume me. 
It hadn’t been the first time Caspian had suggested I don’t participate in the mission. Ever since I had randomly fainted during a training session he had been treating me like a child. And I understood his preoccupation, because I too worried about him every single second of my existence, but it had been almost two weeks, and I had been feeling fine ever since I woke up after the episode. Caspian had even called every single doctor, physician, and healer in the entirety of Narnia, and the verdict was all the same: I was fine. The day had been hot, and I had been tired, and there hadn’t been anything more to it. Yet now, after months of preparing our sailing around the Lone Islands, Caspian was willing to let me stay behind. And I was not going to let him. Narnia needed its queen.
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Walking around the halls of the old Telmarine castle was always one of my favorite activities, and while I would normally stop and appreciate the many pieces of art that decorated the walls, I was a woman on a mission. 
Most of my armor was left at our suite, knowing I wouldn’t be needing it for what was about to happen, but for good measure my dual swords were at my back. Despite bowing and nodding at every person I saw in the halls, the sense of urgency in my steps was enough for them to leave a significant space between them and me as I approached the big doors to the war room. With a final breath, I opened them wide. 
Caspian’s face was priceless. He probably wasn’t expecting me so soon, and I definitely wasn’t expecting him to have a whole meeting without me. All of our counselors and fellow top warriors stood at the round table, where a large map of the entire Narnian territory was displayed for everybody to see. Little figures were being moved by Reepicheep, our mighty and beloved mouse, although he too stopped when I came in.
“Your Majesty,” he respectfully bowed at me, and it was only after he did that the rest of the room followed. 
Ouch. That stung.
“I see you’ve already started without me,” I noted, closing the heavy doors behind me and occupying my place at the other end of the table, facing Caspian directly. “Did I miss anything?”
Thankfully, Reepicheep answered. “Not at all, my Queen. We’re just revisiting the details of the voyage. I don’t think we should postpone it any more, my lords.”
I nodded. “Good. When do we leave, then?”
“Wait…” Caspian tried again.
“I believe the Dawn Treader is ready, so what’s stopping us?”
Lord Drinian, the captain of the first Narnian ship, spoke. “Well, His Majesty thought it better to wait until your health improved, my Queen.”
I glared at Caspian. “My health has been perfectly fine for the past week, Lord Drinian, thank you for your concern. Now I believe, as captain of the Narnian army, I have a say in this mission.”
“Of course, my Queen. And I can assure you, no decision will be made without your approval,” Reepicheep bowed his little head again, bless his heart. Yet the fact that a talking mouse seemed to care more about my word than my own husband did was something I wasn't enjoying at all.
“Then why wasn’t I informed about this meeting?”
Every head turned to Caspian after I fired the question. My blood was already boiling by that point. I didn’t want to place the blame on him, but, after all, he hadn’t even mentioned a meeting in the first place. 
Taking a breath to calm down, I continued. “Again, I appreciate the concern, but from now on, even if I’m on my deathbed, I should, no, I have to be informed about anything that involves my kingdom. I’m equally as useful out there as inside the castle.”
My eyes were glued on Caspian, who hadn’t moved his gaze off me. He could feel my anger, I was sure of that, and it was taking everything in me to not lash out completely in a room full of people. I didn’t want to give them another reason to think lowly of me as it was.
“Very well,” Caspian said at last, not without taking a big gulp at first. “Let’s begin, then.”
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“I can’t believe you did that,” I closed the door to our suite with a loud bang.
Caspian flinched before me.
“I told you, I’m sorry!” he threw his hands up. “I don’t know how many times I’ve said that!”
“It’s not about what you said, Caspian, it’s about what you did! What you keep on doing, as a matter of fact!”
He lowered his voice, confused. “What do you mean?”
“Do you understand how hard it is for me?” I yelled. I knew I was letting the anger on him, but I couldn’t seem to stop now. “How hard it is to wake up every day and try twice as much to be taken seriously?”
“What do you mean?”
I sighed. “I’m not a queen, Caspian. I’m a joke.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is! I told you how life was back in the days with the Pevensies! So many people in court wouldn’t hesitate to question my worth every time I took the wrong step. It took years to show everyone I was as capable as any other man. It didn’t even matter I was knighted by Aslan himself! And now?” I walked to the balcony, suddenly in desperate need of air. Despite the high ceilings of the room, I was suffocating. “Now, I know that everything I do is being scrutinized. I can’t afford to spend a day in bed because now I have an entire kingdom to look after. I can’t miss a meeting, I can’t miss a training session; I really can’t give anybody the chance to believe that I’m not worthy of being a queen.”
A single tear fell from my eyes, but Caspian brushed it away with delicate fingers. He put his hands on my shoulders, making me face him.
I didn’t want to look at him after that, but he raised my head with a finger, pinning his dark eyes on mine.
“You, are worthy of every beautiful thing in the world, my love. You have nothing to prove to anyone. I know what you’ve done and what you’re capable of, and I love you with every beat of my heart. And most importantly, you know what you’ve done and what you’re capable of. So what if you miss a few meetings? Or a mission? You are my queen, you are the queen of Narnia. Nothing’s gonna change that. And I wouldn’t have anyone else by my side, not even given the choice.”
More tears kept flowing from my eyes.
“Then why am I always this insecure?” I spoke, almost in a whisper. 
Caspian smiled softly. “Because you’re human. And you have emotions, and this is no easy job, and you’re right. I don’t know what life looks like for you, and I’m sorry for keeping you away from the chaos downstairs. I thought I was doing the right thing. Now I know that I can’t keep you locked away, no matter how afraid I am of something happening to you.”
“Is that why you did it?” I asked, putting my hands over his.
I intertwined our fingers together, a habit I quickly picked up after being married to him.
He nodded. “Do you know how I felt when I saw you lying there, pale and rigid?” He moved a strand of hair behind my ears, and his gaze turned slightly darker.
I shook my head. I remembered the feeling, the gnawing knowledge that my legs were giving out, and praying I wouldn’t fall too hard on my head.
“My whole world stopped. You weren’t moving. And nobody knew why. It was a scene I had already seen once at the How and I had made a promise to myself that you wouldn’t ever be in that situation again… And there you were, on the bed, five doctors surrounding you and not one of them could say what was wrong. And I don’t care that I didn’t move for a whole day, left my duties to someone else, and just sat by your side waiting for you to wake up.”
I was frozen in place. I didn’t even know what to feel anymore. All my anger suddenly dissipated, leaving longing, confusion, and guilt behind. I had been a bit too focused on my own discomfort that I hadn’t even thought about what Caspian had felt when it all happened. Even though I had been the one to drop dead in the middle of the courtyard, he had never left my side, going as far as making me breakfast despite not knowing a single thing about cooking. 
“I…” I began, but he cut me off again. He somehow always managed to read my mind.
“And hey, I know what you’re thinking. It’s not your fault, okay?” Caspian said. “I don’t want you to blame yourself. I should’ve asked you first about what you wanted. And there is no way that I’m leaving without you now. I need my right hand, and I need my wife. Luckily for me, you’re both.”
I smiled. A genuine smile for the first time in hours. “Wherever you go, I go.”
“Together,” Caspian affirmed.
I brought his face to mine and kissed him, properly. The last few days we had shared quick and almost timid kisses, usually on Caspian’s behalf, probably not to hurt me. And every single doubt, fear, and hesitation was thrown out the window when his arms embraced me fully, keeping me impossibly close to him. His beard tickled my face, and my fingers got lost in his mane, a little tamer and lighter than it had been at first. His fingers trailed the light wool patterns of the shirt I wore, and I swore at that moment that no matter what came at us, I was always going to fight for him, and for us. 
We pulled back at the same time, breathless and smiling.
“We leave at dawn, then.”
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thenightling · 4 months
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Why is Loki Called Skywalker? Answer: No, it is NOT a Star Wars reference! You have it backward!
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Answer for Why is Loki called "Skywalker" in The Sandman: Season of Mists?
I've seen this questioned a lot lately.
"Why is Loki called Skywalker?" "Is it because he's dressed like a cross between Hon Solo and Luke? Lol! Love it!"
Eh... No. (though I admit he does look like that in that artwork, doesn't he?)
Loki actually had the title before Luke. George Lucas was the one making a reference to Loki, not Loki making reference to George Lucas.
Darth Vader was from the Dutch to mean Dark Father. And Anikin meant a type of giant. Get it? Giant Dark Father. Father of Loki... I mean Luke. It was George Lucas who made the reference. Loki had the name first.
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It's a bit like when younger people get weirded out to find out "Canon" originally was used to mean "What is considered true within the Catholic religion." The Catholic church used it first before the word Canon was applied to "Is it true within this work of fiction." In fact canonization is the term used to mean officially acknowledging someone is a saint.
Now... To answer the question of why is Loki called Skywalker?
Well, he is the trickster God.
Skywalker (sometimes translated as Sky-treader) means Loki could travel fast and easily between realms. (Yes, without need of the Bifrost.)
One explanation for this power was given later with the concept of the Seven-League Boots.
A popular trope in European folktales are a magical pair of boots known as The Seven-league boots (roughly twenty one miles as a league is three miles). The boots could let you travel twenty one miles with a single step and could allow the wearer to walk on anything including shadows, mist, and moonbeams.
You could pass from one world to another such as the realm of Faerie with a mere thought.
One of my favorite mentions of the Seven-League boots is in Goethe's Faust Part 1.
In Marvel's Loki: Agent of Asgard, Loki has the Seven-league boots and this is cleverly tied to the Faust depiction of them becuase Loki stole them from Mephisto (who is also the demon from Faust, besides being an antagonist in Marvel comics).
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Some more contemporary variations of the Loki myths suggest he's always had seven-league boots, which accounted for his unique ability to travel easier than the other Norse Gods.
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skaldish · 20 days
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My man Loki's got the very unique skill of getting into some predicaments.
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lokabrenna13 · 2 years
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I started another art journal piece. Hopefully, you can see some of the runes I painted under the first coat/layer.
Also, I found a blue jay feather for the altar. Blue jays are known to be tricksters and members of the crow family. They are also known to be symbols of protection and loyalty. The association isn't a direct one, but He likes the feather.
Hail Loki! I love You!
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doodle-pops · 10 months
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A First Time For Everything
Argon x reader
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Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could plop in a request for either Argon or Galdor (no preference for headcanon or fic). Super fluffy and romantic picnic maybe? With some kissing 🥰 I'm a sucker for impromptu swimming in the river or something with s/o as well! Thank you!
A/N: Went with Argon instead :)
Warnings: none, it's all fluff
Word: 2k
Synopsis: It's the first time you and Argon are spending time unchaperoned, so he decides to make the most out of the moment, starting with a kiss.
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 “And then…and then he raced down the corridor until he ran into the door and the bucket of flour fell all over him.” Argon gripped his stomach howling in laughter as he rolled across the sprawled blanket on the grass, relaying the prank he and his siblings did to Turgon. You on the other was mimicking his said actions as the story was told to you. Tears were springing from the corners of your eyes as you tossed your head backwards releasing another laughter.
“W-what h-h-happened…next?” You were struggling to catch your breath to allow for a proper flow of words to follow through. Taking deep gulps of air and looking up into the sky, you tried to silence your laughter until you felt another wave coming down.
Argon next to you hadn’t even found the time to process your questions because he was still rolling around, clutching at his stomach. Turning about, he rolled until he was off the blanket and in the grass, collecting dirt on his attire. He was finding it a lot harder to retain his composure since he was there at the sight of the incident, and everything was replaying in his head. Releasing a few more howls of laughter into the open expanse, he paused to take deep gulps of air before going silent.
“He chased us about with a broomstick before tripping over his feet on the last treader. He went flying… swoosh, before crashing into the door.” Argon lifted his hand to wave them through the air, describing how his brother tripped and flew into the door.
This caused the both of you to return to your previous state of laughter, rolling and howling on the blanket while clutching your stomach and tears rolling from your eyes. You always knew that Turgon was clumsy but didn't think that he was awkward to that extent. You had the honour of meeting his brother in the past when you were invited to family dinners and saw how tall and lanky, he was, so you understood how funny it must have been for them to witness their brother chasing them and then falling — a pile of long limbs messy lying about. Just thinking about that and visualizing it sent you into another wave of laughter.
Rolling onto your stomach and pressing your face into the blanket, you muffled your screeches to avoid sounding like you were dying. Raising his at the sound of your laughter, Argon rolled over till he was lying at your side and watching you die of laughter. It was moments like these he enjoyed spending with you where you were equally carefree and happy, and away from chaperones. He could see the natural joy and excitement on your face instead of the façade you’d put up. As much as he wasn’t someone who was outgoing and heavily affectionate like the rest of his siblings, he always appreciated the joy your eyes held whenever you both spent time together and he made the attempts. To him, this was the best form of affection he loved to give and receive from you.
Watching how your eyes crinkled until they appeared as moon crescents or how you teared up from the enjoyment of the story caused him to smile brightly, proud of his work. Reaching his hand to brush a stray strand that slung to the sides of your temple, he moved to trace the outline of your face. It was a sight he found fascinating; the shape of your face was beautiful. He calls it your work of art, as though you were an artist.
“Are you alright? You seem to sound as though you’re still dying over there.” He had leaned his face closer to yours, speaking directly into the sides of your face. He kept his face close, watching how your head would move up and down as you took in the air to calm down.
When you finally managed to catch your breath, you shifted your head to face his and felt something wet colliding with your lips. Shooting your brows into your hairline and widening your eyes, you stared at your lover who wore a blanket expression on his face — you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. The kiss truly surprised you because he wasn’t one who was still open about physical affections without blushing or curling in on himself. Continuing to stare at him some more, you raised yourself on your forearms to lean in closer.
“Did you just. . .kiss me?” At the question, you saw how his eyes widened at the realization of his actions. Averting his eyes elsewhere, embarrassed by his actions, he hung his head downwards.
“Sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I hadn’t meant to.”
“No, you don’t need to apologize, I liked the kiss. I was just surprised you kissed me first.” You sat upright and took your hands to cradle his face. Leaning in, you rubbed your nose against his which made him crinkle his nose in response and cast you a playful frown. He always commented on how that act of affection made him feel like a mushy and that he found it weird — not that he didn’t tell you to stop.
“So, you’re not, shocked that I kissed you first?” His hands came up to rub the tingling sensation, left behind by your nose rubbing.
“No, I’m not.”
Nodding vigorously at your confirmation, he moved closer and outstretched his hands to pull you in for another kiss. It was short and sweet like the first one and you tasted the cherries he was eating on his lips. Pulling away, leaving only a centimetre of space between you both, your eyes were still closed while he was gazing at your face, deciphering if to go in for another. Calculating his response and deciding to follow his mind, he swooped in to capture your lips in another kiss, this time with more enthusiasm. Raising his hands to cup the side of your face, deepened the kiss one last time before pulling away for air.
Panting and giving him a little smile, you leaned in to peck him on the lips again before you slung your arms around and pulled him down for a hug. Hiding your face in the crook of his neck, giggling, you refused to show him how bright your face was after the kiss. He was lucky you kept your face hidden because his face was the same shade as the poppy flowers in the field. Wrapping his arms around your waist in response to your hug, he rolled you two off the blanket and onto the grass laughing merrily. He was pleased with his confidence allowing him to make the first move without breaking a sweat. Now, if he kept this up, he’d be able to deliver more affection to you openly the same way you do.
Giggling along with you while rolling among the flowers, you planted more kisses on his face and watched how he’d bury his head deeper in your neck.
“Are you blushing? I thought you wanted to give me kisses Káno?” You giggled some more trailing your hands down the sides of his chest until they rested on his waist and then wiggled them into his sides. Squealing at the contact, he pushed himself out of your arms and flung himself away from your wandering fingers that were ready to deliver torture. Sitting on his hunches a foot or two away from you, he was heaving with his hands placed on his chest.
“This…this is why…I’m never going to try that…again. No more kisses for you.” His left hand was waving about dramatically with the largest smile plastered across his face.
You could not help but allow mischievous intentions to overtake your body and act accordingly as it saw fit. Staring at him huffing and puffing about your unfairness, your body was positioning itself to pounce on him as he continued to rant. You could tell that he was unaware due to your body being sat in a kneeling position, resting on your hunches, and targeted on his. In between, your eyes would dart to the little stream of water that ran behind him, observing for rocks to ensure you don’t injure either of you. When you were ready, your eyes glowed with naughty intent as they stared at him with predatory instincts to attack. Due to his long limbs and unconscious awareness, it was the easiest attack you struck on him as you tackled and knock his lanky body backwards, sending you both screaming into the stream.
His girlish screams intensified when he collided with the cold spring water that soaked his bone through his thick clothes. The royal blue tunic grew darker the longer he sat in the cold rush and absorbed its chilliness. You on the other hand were rolling in the spring water, curling in on yourself as you wheezed about his wet cat appearance. To say the least, your lover wasn’t too happy about being caught off-guard and the butt of your prank. He even gave small splashes of frigid water to you while you continued to howl in the water.
“Oh…are you upset my love?” you mocked. Your hands clutched your stomach as another round of laughter slipped through your throat and was released into the cool air.
Disgruntled by the round of attacks you’d been giving him today, Argon wasn’t pleased with being the centre of attention for pranks and jokes, not when he was the master of them. You weren’t sitting too distant from him, and due to the gift of having extra-long limbs, it was easy for him to cast a playful scowl before launching himself at you. Lucky that the stream wasn’t deep, you simply fell backwards and sank a little deeper into the freezing water with the sound of you shrieking. Gracelessly clinging to Argon’s tunic, it did little to prevent your body from becoming entirely soaked like his.
Smirking down at you while you sulked, he mocked, “Are you upset my love? Aw, don’t be. A little spring water is good for naughty people like you…wash away all the mischievousness.” Following his words, he brought his hand over your head and doused you in cold water and held you down so you couldn’t escape.
“Ah — Argon, that’s cold!”
“Should have thought about that before throwing me into the stream!”
“Well…” you laughed while struggling to remove his steel grip around your waist, “…you were asking for it — ah!” He threw more water onto you, pouring large quantities over your head and thoroughly soaking. At this point, the two of you were dripping wet from head to toe from the period you were rolling around in the water.
Releasing you when he felt your fingers returning to his sides to tickle him once more, he retracted his form and scurried away, fearful of another tickle match. Rising to his feet, he turned to inspect you when he heard you whining at him.
“No! . . .wait don’t go! Let’s sit a bit in the water and relax!” you suggested, showing off how fun it was to lie in the stream of spring water and bask in Laurelin’s luminescence. Growing quiet and studying you, his face morphed from concerned to confused to acceptance. Of all the suggestions you could have made, you chose the one that would cause some discomfort, yet bring more bliss to your unchaperoned date. Exhaling with a deep shake of his head, Argon glanced between the picnic layout in the grass not too far away and then your unbothered body lying peacefully in the chilly waters. It was strange to witness him for the first time acting as the mature one while you threw yours away in exchange for childlike fun.
Skipping over to where you lay, his towering figure blocked out Laurelin’s glow, even when he crouched. Stretching a hand out to brush your tresses out of the way, he grinned once he saw you looking back at him. “Impromptu swimming in a stream?” he mused.
“No. Impromptu swimming with my Argon.”
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ladybrythwensinclair · 8 months
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Hail Loki
Hail Sky-Treader with his wondrous shoes Hail the Sly son of Fàrbauti Hail to the Bringer of Strange Gifts Bless and walk with us this day
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" How long was it till you turned my life to folklore? "
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