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omgbrunettegirl · 3 years

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Nothing feels better -Erling Haaland.

You remember the first time you saw him like it was yesterday, all smiles and flushed cheeks.

Your friend asked you to come along to a party with her. The guy she liked would be there, and you figured she wanted moral support. The place was lively with loud music, people dancing, talking and drinking.

Walking through she found her guy. You smiled seeing how shy she got from being in his presence , you could tell she liked him a lot. He guided the two of you to a group of people, mostly men. A tall blonde quickly caught your attention.

You would be lying if you said you did not know who he was; everyone in Dortmund knew who Erling Haaland was. Conversation flowed smoothly, the group was nice and funny and the fact that you could steal glances at the handsome blonde was a plus. You were having a good time, after a few drinks the booze had kicked in, you felt relaxed and a little dizzy.

"I'm going to get another drink, does anyone want something?." you announced as you got up, everyone took the opportunity to ask for one.

"That'll take me a couple of trips." your friend laughed lightly at your comment.

"I'll help you." a certain blonde got up and stood in front of you with a soft smile which you returned. Both of you went to the kitchen to get what everyone requested.

You opened the fridge while he leaned against the countertop with his arms crossed.

"So...Are you from Dortmund?." he suddenly asked. Turning around to look at him and you answered.

"No, I'm not, in fact I'm not even from Europe." He nodded and kept his eyes on the floor.

The gesture made you furrow your eyebrows, around his friends he was lively and outspoken but alone with you he got shy and silent.

"Where are you from?." it was your turn to ask while passing him bottles.

"From Norway" he said with a little smile.

"Do you like it here?." closing the fridge you leaned against it looking at him.

"Yes." such a short answer made you raise an eyebrow, figuring that maybe he didn't want to talk, you only gave him a nod.

Separating from the refrigerator you started to walk but his voice stopped you.

"Sorry… that was awkward." he shook his head from side to side with a nervous smile and avoided your eyes.

"No worries." you said with a smile. "Have you been living here a long time?." you placed the bottles in the aisle that was in the middle of the kitchen, then you hopped on it, leaving you in front of him.

"Not really, roughly a year… how about you?."

"Roughly two years."

"You win then." he said with a smile and finally looking at your eyes, how pretty those eyes were.

"I didn't realize it was a competition." you chuckled a little and he did the same. When the laughs died down both of you were just looking at each other. You looked at him from his feet to his face

Locking eyes,he had a knowing smile on his face which made you bite your lip lightly, an action that didn't go unnoticed.

He was about to talk but got interrupted by an exasperated voice.

"Where have you guys been?." your friend entered the kitchen. The drinks.

"Sorry, we got distracted." Erling replied before you could say anything, avoiding your friend's look. The three of you walked back to where the group was ,the rest of the night going smoothly until it was time to go.

You were standing outside the apartament waiting for your friend who was talking with her date.

"Hi." turning around you were faced with a shy Erling.

"Hello." avoiding your eyes again he stays silent for a bit before asking

"Do you have Instagram?.

You were unable to stop the smile that came to your face, seeing such a tall and seemingly strong man looking so nervous was quite the sight.

"Doesn't everyone these days?." the little teasing made him smile.

"Can I have yours?." after you nodded he passed you his phone. You two said goodbye to each other.

"What was that?." your friend asked with a smile.

"Nothing… I just gave him my Instagram"

"Right...then why are you smiling so big?" before she said that you didn't realize the huge grin plastered on your face, you dismissed rolling your eyes, she simply laughed and hooked your arms together.

You never thought someone could become so important in such a short amount of time. Since that night at the party the two of you talked almost everyday, first through social media and then exchanging numbers. You loved talking to him, and once he felt more comfortable things flowed so nicely. The first time he told you you looked pretty in one of your pictures you felt like a teenager fangirling over her crush.

You were pretty sure he felt just as nervous as you the first time the two of you went out, he wore a light blue hoodie that made him look adorable. He was a gentleman, opening doors for you and making sure you were comfortable. The little park you went to was beautiful and calm, low profile of course. You ate there and talked about everything and nothing,and something about him made you feel like you could say anything.

"You look beautiful." he complimented you all of the sudden, and you could have sworn he blushed.

"So do you… I mean, you look handsome."

"Thank you." he laughed.

When the two of you returned to your house, you lingered at the entrance, not wanting to leave.

"I had fun." you said, which made him smile.

"Me too." he seemed to think before he raised his hand and moved a strand of your hair behind your ear. You looked at him and nodded, he slowly leaned in and kissed your cheek, you closed your eyes at the feeling of his soft lips and the smell of his cologne. Just as slowly he separated from you.

"I would like to repeat this." he told you with red cheeks and the softest of smiles.

"Me too… Good night."

"Good night."

He turned around and started to walk to his car. You leaned against the wall of the elevator touching your cheek with the cheesiest smile. Little did you know that Erling was touching his lips in his car with the same smile.

The first kiss. That memory would always make your heart pound. The two of you have been seeing each other a lot, truth to be told, but you didn't know if you were dating or not, the topic was never discussed. But in that moment you couldn't care less, you were chopping onions while Erling just watched because that boy couldn't cook to save his life.

"The fact that you can't cook is such a football player trait."

"Is that an insult, young lady?" he raised an eyebrow playfully.

"Young lady?, you are not that older than me Haaland, only a year" apparently he didn't like that because he furrowed his eyebrows and had a slight pout.

"Don't call me that…My name is Erling."

You laughed and nodded but that didn't seem enough for him, he stood behind you and turned you around by the waist.

"Do you promise to only call me Erling?." his hands on your waist and being trapped against his body were not letting you think clearly, looking up at him you nodded again.

"Tell me." he demanded. You rolled your eyes playfully.

"Yes… Erling." he finally smiled.

"Good." he kept looking at you but not saying anything.

"What?." you asked, a little nervous.

"I just like seeing you look up to me." he said smugly, you felt your face get a little hot.

"I have no choice." both of you laughed.

Suddenly something about the energy in the room changed, he slowly leaned in, unsure but wanting at the same time, his face only inches away from yours,he whispered.

"Can I kiss You?." instead of answering you closed the distance between the two of you but accidentally bumped noses, both of you giggled which calmed your nerves a little bit. He softly pressed his lips against yours,you closed your eyes enjoying the feeling. He took your hands and brought them to his neck and then returned them to your waist, then moved them to your back so that he caressed gently, your lips moved softly against his. The feeling of the kiss, the smell of his cologne and the distant sound of the cars on the street made the moment perfect. Moving your hands to the back of his neck ,you scratched the nape a little bit. He separated a little from your lips and murmured.

"Keep doing that, beautiful." you happily obliged and let yourself get lost in the feeling of such a perfect moment.

The cuddles. The two of you were in his apartment watching some Netflix series but you weren't really paying attention. Your head was on his chest, and the sound of his heartbeat mixed with the feeling of him caressing your hair was making you sleepy.

"You have to stop that… I'm going to fall asleep." his chest vibrated while he laughed.

"That's okay."

"No it's not… I don't come here to sleep." you say while sitting up.

"What do you come for then?." he sits as well and brings you to his arms.

"For the great view of your balcony." you sarcastically reply.

"Very funny dear." he rolls his eyes and then drops a kiss to your forehead.

"Listen… training is going to start soon, I'm afraid we are not going to be seeing each other a lot." he said a little sad.

"Oh… that's okay, we can facetime, text, or call each other."

"It's not the same." he whined a bit.

"Don't act like a baby Haaland." you said before thinking.

"What did you just call me?." he asked.

"Oh please, you're still on that?." you laughed at his somewhat offended face.

"Yes." he said seriously.

"Alright… I'm sorry."you giggled.

"I'm sorry what?." he asked while grabbing your thighs and bringing you to his lap.

"Are you kidding?." you questioned while placing your hands on his chest.

"Do I look like I'm kidding?." he crossed his arms. You rolled your eyes and leaned in.

"Don't get like that… Erling." you said against his lips, he smiled and caressed your hips.

"Good girl." was the last he said before connecting your lips.

#erling haaland #erling haaland imagine

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samwilsonshandsandass · 3 years

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Interrupted Road Trip

Pairing: Sam Wilson x reader x Loki Summary: You and Sam are on a road trip. Your car breaks down and you find a hotel in the middle of the forest. The receptionist doesn’t seem surprised you’re stumbling upon the hotel and a room has already been prepared for you. Will you enter? Warnings: smut (vaginal and anal, oral from and to m and f), dom/sub tendencies, restraints, one spank, choking Word count: 2532 A/N: This is my entry for @ambrosiase Hotel Indigo writing challenge. Congratulations on everything you achieved and thank you for hosting this challenge. I chose the characters Sam Wilson and Loki with the room "Darkest Desires" and a vacation, namely a road trip.

You were upset at your car breaking down but after a little trek you and Sam saw a Gothic manor in the middle of a clearing of the windswept and rainy forest. The gravel in front was devoid of cars or any other vehicles. Honestly, you would have expected carriages drawn by at least four horses each. Nowhere was any sign of what this building was or who inhabited it. Someone was probably there, because light shone through the windows left and right of the carved double door. A few windows in the upper stories were illuminated.

The double doors opened on their own as you and Sam approached. You entered the hotel lobby. Light came from a black chandelier, small lamps on side tables between velvet chairs and loveseats and black and dark red candles on the walls. The color pattern was accompanied by dark wooden furniture. No one seemed to be there but as soon as you stood in front of it, there stood a person. They didn’t seem to have moved from somewhere in the back or came from under the reception desk.

“Please follow me. Your room has been prepared for you” They said and walked up the stairs with a candleholder.

Sam looked at you and shrugged his shoulders.

After three flights of stairs the person stopped in front of a double door. It was carved wood, as dark as the rest of the wooden furniture of the manor. Carved in it were things like vines and leaves, berries, apples and snakes. Peculiarly (or deliberately), the snakes were always near the apples. Above eye level were two carved and painted golden letters.

“D. D.” You read aloud. “What does that stand for?”

“Darkest Desires” The person said and went down the hallway and the stairs again.

“What do you think about this? Should we go in?” Sam looked at you and squeezed your hand.

“Why not? The car will still be broken down when we get out of this forest and besides, this feels weirdly homey.”

“Homey. Right” Sam chuckled.

“Let’s do this?”

“Yeah.”

You walked in the room, the doors once again opened by themselves. The room obviously focused on the big four poster king size bed with a canopy. The canopy was made of thick fabric, almost as thick as the floor length curtains to the windows showing the rain picking up even more. Light came once again from tall dark candles in candleholders on the wall. To the left and right of the bed were bedside tables and besides each stood a velvet armchair. On the left side was an oriel with two chaise lounges of the same material and on the right side a door led into a dark luxurious bath. You couldn’t see much of it but somehow you knew it had floor heating, a whirlpool and a big shower with special settings. It was like intuition.

Sam walked ahead to the bed and pulled the canopy away. “Would you look at the bedding and all the cushions! Now I’m, feeling very lucky to have broken down near here.” Sam pulled you down to sit on the bed. He kissed your lips softly.

“So you are the two Midgardians who broke down” Someone said calmly from the direction of the arm chair.

“My fucking God!” Sam jerked away from you.

“While people still do worship me in Norway, I did not think you were one of them. The American” The same voice continued.

“This can’t be normal” You looked over to the person. The person who looked like Loki. Who spoke like Loki.

“Come now, you didn’t think this place was normal, did you?”

“Not exactly, but this is not what I expected. Can’t say what I expected though” Sam, now sitting upright and pulling you to him, said.

“Why exactly are you here? And how did you get here? Into this room?” You blurted out.

“I am here because I have been involved with this manor for some short time. If someone who enters tickles my fancy, I come down myself and today I am glad I did. As to how, constraints you humans have, I don’t have.”

“Wait. What do you mean ‘short time’?” Sam thought out loud. “What even is ‘short’ for you?”

“Decades, one or two centuries” Loki mused. “You saw the gravel path. Big enough for carriages.”

“O- kay.”

“When thoughts about time and space constraints are out of the question, I expect you two can think of why I’m here?”

“Sure we can” Sam said. “And you are…?”

“Yes.”

Loki rose from the armchair and stood in front of the short side of the bed. With a flick of his wrist the canopies on the sides facing the room flew open. Sam looked at you. You looked at Sam.

“We did talk about this. You’re sure you want to do this with him?” Sam looked from you to Loki.

“Yeah. Are you?” You looked between the two.

“Yes.”

“I thank you for the trust, Midgardians. Come here, pet” Loki beckoned you over to stand in front of the bed.

With deliberate slowness you walked over to him.

“I wouldn’t test myself, if I were you” He smirked.

“And what are you gonna do?” You challenged him.

Loki ignored you and spoke to Sam: “Is she always bratty?”

“Sometimes. She likes to test me. And, apparently, you. I can get her to behave. I’ll look forward to seeing how you’ll deal with her.”

You looked over at Sam in mock betrayal but couldn’t keep your grin full of memories of you and him and full with anticipation at what Loki would or could do completely off your face. You walked the last steps to stand directly before Loki. From behind, you felt Sam looking at you.

Loki took of your clothes one by one. Shirt, pants, socks, bra, at last your panties. He pushed you back until you laid flat on the bed. After another flick of his wrist, Sam and Loki were both naked. Both were already hard and standing proud. The contrast of Sam’s warmth to your left and Loki being colder than the average human sent a tingle down your spine.

“And now?” You grinned at them both.

Loki didn’t answer. Instead, he bent down and brushed his lips over yours. He sucked on your bottom lip and licked over your lips. You opened them and let Loki play with you further. Sam moved behind you and laid you between his legs.

Loki kissed his way down your body. You felt his lips on your body like they were everywhere. Everywhere except your neck. There, you felt Sam’s hand. He massaged and squeezed it. After a tighter squeeze you whimpered.

The God who seemed to have several pairs of lips looked up at you and smirked. “Look at you. Already whimpering and I didn’t even use seidr…”

Sam chuckled and stroked your cheek. “You wanted this. About that seidr of yours. Never saw you use it. What can you do with it?” He looked at Loki.

“I’m glad you asked, Samuel.”

After a glimmer, you were turned on your belly and felt your arms being pulled together behind your back. Your legs were spread and your mouth opened in an ‘O’ shape. You wriggled and tested your restraints.

Something cracked down on your butt. You hadn’t seen anything to do that with anywhere. And neither Loki’s nor Sam’s hands were near your butt. Loki had migrated to the head of the bed and stood near your head. Now and again he stroked your hair.

“Seeing her ass jiggle without anything in the way is incredible” Sam moaned.

You felt the familiar sting but with each second you still felt it, seemingly elongated by something or someone, you felt something else wrap around your legs, arms and torso.

“This is more than what would just achieve the goal” The tone of Sam’s voice told you, even while still locking eyes with Loki, that he was squeezing his cock.

“This is as much art as much as it is arousal.” Loki looked Sam up and down. His eyes stayed a little below Sam’s navel.

“I’ll take this as a compliment.”

“Oh, it is.”

With that, you heard a whoosh and there stood three duplicates of the Loki currently stroking your hair and spanking you but at the same time not. If that made sense. Then again, sense should be out the windows with the velvet curtains.

You turned your head and saw Sam being passionately kissed by the two Lokis that had just appeared. But you couldn’t enjoy the sight of Sam being pleasured, four hands caressing him and Sam seemingly not knowing where and who to touch and kiss, although technically they were the same person. Just double and that without any alcohol.

The Loki behind you pulled you to stand with your back to his chest. His colder lips traveled down your spine. He stood up again and pulled you closer to him. There was a smaller whoosh sound and two of the Lokis disappeared. One on your side and one on Sam’s side. The remaining God softly kissed down Sam’s back to America’s ass.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” You grinned.

“That it is” Loki spread the cheeks and asked Sam: “Wanna experience something new?”

“Not like I don’t already.”

“I’ll take that as a yes” Loki started to sink into Sam slowly.

“I’m not pre-“ Sam said.

“Do not worry. I know a way” He whispered into his ear. Sam closed his eyes with a moan when he was entered from behind.

Sam seemed to need no time to adjust, despite being allegedly not prepared, and was immediately lost to pleasure. Loki wrapped his arms around him, pressing his chest to Sam’s back. The Loki behind you mirrored his twin or whatever he was in his position. He nudged your back entrance with his cock.

“Do not forget your lady” The Loki behind you addressed Sam.

His eyes snapped open and he chuckled breathlessly. “Sorry. It’s just so good.”

“Thank you” Both Lokis said in unison. “Now, enter her.”

Sam nodded and put his cock to your pussy. He filled you slowly. Agonizingly so. But at the same time you felt Loki entering you from behind.

“H- how is this possible?” You wanted to know.

“God” He whispered simply into your ear.

“Uh-hu.”

Loki grabbed your hair and bent your head backwards to kiss you passionately. You felt Sam’s wet lips and tongue licking and sucking on your neck. You could hear Sam being kissed as well and opened your eyes to see only sleek black hair just above Sam’s shoulder.

Fairly quickly, the men had found a rhythm that didn’t allow you any reprieve from stimulation. When Loki pulled back, Sam and ‘his’ Loki pushed in. Sam kissed you messily and started rubbing your clit softly. He spread your juices on his fingers and pushed them into your mouth, all the way to your throat. Your whimper morphed into a gag. Loki squeezed the base of your neck and at the same time Sam pulled his fingers from your mouth and slapped your clit.

You saw stars behind your eyes. You mouth opened in a silent scream and you felt yourself clenching both on Sam and Loki. Both didn’t cease or falter in their movements, they just stroked you even more and whispered sweet nothings to you.

“Such a good, pretty girl” Sam whispered when you went lax in their arms.

“Samuel, pull out of your lady” Loki ordered.

“Do I have to? She’s so warm and wet…”

“Obey me. You won’t regret it. And you’ll still have me behind you.”

“How?” Sam asked and looked back at the Loki behind him who was identical to the one behind you.

“Wait. You can feel that?” You asked.

“Excuse me?” The Loki behind you, the original one, responded and applied a little pressure on the sides of your neck.

“That came out wrong. I meant, can you feel what your illusion is doing?”

“Yes, pet. Before any of you ask, it would be too hard to explain. And I’d rather use my mouth for something else.”

“No shit, Sherlock” You deadpanned.

Sam’s eyes went wide at what you’d just said.

Loki’s voice became dangerously quiet. “Talk back to me once more and see what happens.”

You nodded. Sam smiled at you. “My, aren’t you a good girl for him?” He kissed you messily until moans of him and you broke the kiss, because the Loki behind Sam had thrust into him.

Loki laid down on the bed and pulled Sam with him. ‘Your’ Loki pulled out of you as well but before you could do much more than pout, he pushed you to your knees and pressed your head to Sam’s cock.

He pushed your head down until you gagged on Sam. He whimpered at the feeling.

“You feel so good…” He moaned.

He was pushed into you, just as Loki kissed his way up your thighs. Loki licked across your lips before he spread them and suckled on the inner sides of them, now and again poking his tongue a little into you. Then He stopped.

“Samuel.”

Sam just whimpered and continued to thrust into your mouth, like he was possessed.

“Samuel, you will not come before your lady. You will come at the exact moment she comes. Understood?” Loki said sternly.

“Y- yes” He moaned.

As reward for that, the Loki behind Sam quickened his pace. You hollowed your cheeks and licked him. Loki started sucking on your clit and inserted two fingers in you. He found your G spot almost immediately. You were already moaning around Sam because of how Loki pleasured your clit. But apparently that wasn’t enough for Loki.

He went to town on your G spot and you could do nothing but take it, the almost overwhelming pleasure transforming into muffled whimpers around Sam. Sam in turn whimpered because of the added vibrations and the thrusts he received from his Loki.

“I want you to cum, my darling” Loki whispered into your ear and thrust into you.

You felt like you ascended to the heavens and stayed there. Faintly, probably down on Earth, you heard a mix of whimpers, moans and even fainter gulps.

When you were able to open your eyes again, you looked into Sam’s big brown, and dazed, eyes.

“There you two are” Loki chuckled.

You looked around and saw the last Loki illusion having vanished.

“When you can move, let us take advantage of the whirlpool.”

In the bathroom, that had indeed floor heating, so your intuition like feeling had been right, you stepped into the whirlpool with Sam. Loki sat down between you and pulled you both close to him.

“Stay as long as you like” Loki offered.

Your car would still be broken down if you didn’t get a mechanic to come all the way out here. And you didn’t have anywhere else to be. After all, you were on a road trip with Sam.

What were a few more days?

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smutty-ki113r · 3 years

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Comfort one-shot reader x creepy pastas (Slenderman, Jeff, Toby, E.J, BEN, Sally, Masky, Hoodie, Jane and L.J.)

Inspired by: The living tombstone

You woke to excessive yelling, turning over and pushing the pillow over your face groaning. The voice got louder and you felt a pair of hands shake you awake, throwing the pillow at them you found that it was Toby. He let out an abrupt gasp and continued to jump around the hotel room. You understood why he was so excited, it was the first day of your trip to Disney world after all.

I know it seems unconventional but you had managed to convince slender to let you guys go. Obviously it was on Halloween weekend, the only time they could go into the parks without being questioned for their looks. That day you would all be going to Epcot.

Masky was probably the most excited about that park even though he had an expressionless face on the ride there. He had been so against going, at least it seemed like it. But you saw him putting ciggarates in a fanny pack when getting ready to leave.

Smiling fondly at the memory you got up and dressed. After breakfast you all drove to the park, seeing the Halloween decorations in orange and black with the shapes of Mickey Mouse. You groaned at the bickering going on in the third row of seats with Jeff and E.J, who was trying to convince Jeff to leave his knife in the car.

“They’ll stop you at security” you called back to him.

“I can hide it” he protested.

“Jeff they have literal metal detectors” E.J rebutted.

“What if I put it in my pants” he said smartly.

“NO” you yelled. After a death glare and a small tug of war between him and E.J he left it. He walked at the back of the group, slumping with his hands in his hoodie pocket. At the entrance the whole crowd was met with “oohs” and compliments about your “costumes”.

There was so much to do, but Hoodie (secretly Masky too) and BEN wanted to go to Spaceship earth. They were all so amazed on how there was a ride inside of the Epcot ball.

“It’s an XXL golf ball” BEN kept saying, convinced that there was nothing inside. There wasn’t much wait but since you were all a big crowd it took a bit to get in. Slender had the hardest time getting in the cart, he had to crouch excessively to fit. You rode with BEN, who was really excited at first because he thought there was going to be a drop but it turned out bore him. He thought it was going too slow, and so he had the bright idea to tamper with the manuals. “Time to spice things up” he said rubbing his hands maliciously. At one point all the carts started spinning, he lifted his hands and “wheeed”. You could hear Sally yelling from the back with Slender holding her in the seat since there was no restraints. At the end he scolded Ben, rushing him out of there as the cast members apologized for the inexplicable inconvenience.

He came out of there with a proud grin, cackling as he pointed out the dumbfounded face E.J made in the picture and the one with Jeff with his tongue out. The smiling killer joined him, watching Toby spin from the dizziness- it was pretty funny though.

Slender admired the late October scenery until Sally pulled him into a stand and graced him with a Mickey Mouse hat. Jeff was yet another unfortunate victim of Sally’s plan, wearing the mickey ears that had a pastel veil. BEN was throwing fits of giggles at this, but you knew Jeff was fucking insecure so you put on ears along with Sally.

The first country you stopped at was Mexico, where you went inside the pyramid. Jeff traded his ears for a big Mexican hat, Ben too. They played with the maracas while Toby, Sally and Hoodie went into the glass shop. It was a recipe for disaster, but you followed regardless. Sally tried on every. Single. Princess crown while Toby looked at the glass pieces a bit too closely. He started ticking while holding one, even though the sign said not to touch them. It flew across the store and collided with a whole other shelf, all of them broke and he started apologizing furiously as Slender messed the employees’ mind to make him forget about the accident.

He had to pull Toby out of the store and drag him to the boat ride, you patted him on the back daringly as he had the guiltiest look. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea for slender to go on the boat ride, he was far too tall and had to bend his knees to look like a grasshopper while Sally smiled and sung along with the cartoon characters. When you got off you could hear Slender mumbling something about his back.

Norway didn’t have much to do but Sally begged to go on the Elsa ride, Hoodie accompanied her happily. Toby as well, but he was really enthusiastic about the songs- he knew all of them. Him and Sally harmonized during the chorus for “let it go”. Since there were a shit ton of little kids there L.J was about to combust. Surprisingly he stayed super silent with occasional grumbles, making mental notes for when he got out of the park. He had to ditch the group to shop for Candy, which he found in China.

Jane was absolutely fascinated with the Zodiac garden there, watching the beautiful plants in the morning sun. Masky tried to relax by watching the show inside the pavillion but Toby caught up to him. He really couldn’t sit still and Masky had to scold him for sitting on the rail he wasn’t supposed to sit on. After, you found E.J playing with Sally with the marionettes and BEN with a cup of Boba. He seemed to be enjoying it- a lot. It was the funniest thing to watch him suck up all the tapioca stuck in the ice, his cheeks got super red and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

Jeff was gladly giving Toby his Mickey Mouse ears. In the afternoon you moved to Italy, where L.J was getting complimented for his “stilts”. There wasn’t much to do in Germany or America so you guys went to Japan. Laughing Jack was a lost cause, going straight for the candy while Jeff was mesmerized by the samurai swords. He was looking around to see if he could steal one, but how in the world would he hide that- definitely not in his pants. You caught on quick.

“Just ONE” he pleaded with you as you pulled him away from the glass. “Don’t do this to meeee” he screeched at you like a starved man asking for food.

Trying to throw hands and hit you while you grasped onto his hoodie. You managed to bring him with you as you walked out of the store. Passing by Masky who was trying to get away from Toby- he was fanning masky with those big fans. Jeff sat sourly as you ordered food, a stressed Masky came soon after. He was glad to have some quiet from the ruckus outside, enjoying a meal with you. When he was done he went outside to have a smoke from his fanny pack.

Going back to the store with Jeff on a tight leash AWAY from the swords you found Sally playing with the plushies and L.J taking packs and packs of candy. You stood and stared at him as he loaded up on the strawberry gummies. “What?” He deadpanned as a few fell down from his pile. You just laughed and helped him hold some of them, putting them in your backpack and walking out of the store because- y’all are criminals, and you steal.

It was now late afternoon, and you only had a few countries left to complete the full round of the park. Toby got lost in France, you all spent about twenty minutes looking for him and apparently Slender too who disappeared soon after. Then out of some room came one of them.

“where where you?” Jane asked.

Slender stepped forward “at the show, there were some magnificent castles and I think I’ll have to visit. Maybe even take ideas for house redecoration” he nodded.

Then out of nowhere appeared a cast member holding the hand of one shaking Toby, whose eyes were puffy and cheeks red. “Did you lose this little boy” she asked slender, he shook his head yes and gave a sigh.

The lady was in absolute awe of the group, especially daddy dilf slender. “How IS it that you see through that mask” she mused, taking slender’s head in her hands even though he was super tall. Her mouth was open as she pulled him super close to observe his (non-existent) face. BEN was snickering and you looked back and forth to see slender pretty flustered at the lady’s proximity.

“Leave him alone” Jane smacked BEN behind his head and took him by the ear. You followed them to the U.K. She threw him in one of the phone booths and held the door so he couldn’t escape. You could hear him complain from inside “let me outttt” he said muffled. Jeff caught up and went into the one on the opposite side, playing with the buttons on the dial. When Slender came back he took out a Camera to snap pictures of BEN and Jeff. You stood to the side while he did, obviously both of them didn’t notice. They were pretty candid and when they saw what was happening they ran out of there, only to have their spaces replaced with Sally and E.J, who had to pose with her for the picture.

The sun was starting to set and you guys only had a couple things left to do, one of which Jeff almost exploded in wait for. He wanted to try test track so bad, the line was gruesome and he tapped his foot impatiently in wait. BEN kept tampering with the car parts on display, making doors open and lights flash in boredom. Toby waited outside with Slender because he had anxiety around going too fast in a car and possibly reliving trauma. Jeff, on the other hand, was so excited when it was finally time to go on. He let you sit next to him in the front with BEN in the back. The ride was entertaining sure but the best part was probably Jeff’s face at the end. The car went so fast that Jeff’s cheeks were pushed back with the wind, stretching out his carved smile and flapping as he waved his hands in the air.

Then when it ended he wanted to steal one of the cars from the display.

“I can turn it on and take the safety off” BEN tuned in cheekily.

“Yessss” Jeff said with a fist pump, “which one should we get?” He asked.

“The red one” BEN decided.

“Guys nonononon” you tried complaining but they were dedicated.

“Stop complaining” BEN said, distracting you while Jeff snuck up on you from behind. Covering your mouth with his hand and restraining your arms with another “This is for not letting me take that knife”.

Picking you up and throwing you in the backseat of the car before revving the engine. With tears of joy in your eyes you saw Slender appear in the rear mirror of the car, tendrils waving around in fury. If BEN wasn’t dead yet he would definetly be now, Jeff turned paler than usual. Thank goodness he saw what was going on. They were about to drive off in one of those Toyotas- forget about mass murder, they were about to commit grand theft auto.

Next was the Nemo ride, but BEN was absolutely petrified of being near water so he waited outside with Slender-who very much could not fit in that shell car as much as he tried. Sally really liked it, she went with Toby and you went with Jane. Masky and Hoodie went together. Needless to say all of you enjoyed it very much, and the aquarium after was great too. Jane sat where she could watch the Dolphins and you could hear Toby and Sally’s footsteps running around from tank to tank.

“Do you think Slender will let me take a shark home?” He asked Masky, who told him no. But when they were outside Toby went straight to Slender. “Can I take a pet home?” He pleaded. Slender gave him a strict no but Toby continued to beg, “how about a seahorse?”, “not even a starfish?”. He got shot down but quickly recovered when you guys went to Soarin.

All of them- they loved flying. Even through it was just a ride, it was exhilarating. Passing through the sea and waterfalls, even the castles where Slender would have smiled at (if he had a mouth). Toby yelled like a mother fucker the whole time, luckily Masky was sitting next to you and hoodie- away from earshot. Jeff got the bad end of his shouting, making a face like he was about to murder poor Toby. But the brunette was so distracted by the lights and scenery he didn’t notice. E.J was pretty fascinated too, the height scared him a bit- he was used to being on the ground. Then you all shared some food from the cafeteria and went outside to watch the light show from Canada.

It was such a nice moment, with the sun already set and a hazy glow lingering in the air. You took a deep breath in, the ambiance felt like something unreal. The Epcot ball was illuminated by purplish lights in the background and across the lake you could see all the countries monuments lined with white lights. Slender had Sally on his shoulders so she could take in the view. It made you so happy to be with all of them in an instance like this. You looked back to find L.J eating his candy. With BEN and Hoodie next to you, Masky was leaning on the railing with his elbows next to E.J. and Toby was about to fall asleep. He got pretty startled when the fireworks started, but Sally’s eyes lit up with happiness. She cheered as you watched the group, it was such a kindling time with them. You couldn’t wait for the next day of the trip.

#ben drowned #slenderman #creepypasta #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer x you #creepypasta masky #sally williams #brian thomas #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader

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whomst-art-thou-whomst-whomst · 3 years

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Texts from the Lost Tomb part 6.1

🎶 Back on the bullshit I never got off🎶

Is this another unnecessary story arc?? With three sections??

Yes.

Wushanju Crew Chat

Wang Meng: You know, I’m someone who appreciates consistency in my day. My life is pleasant, very few issues indeed if you ignore the big ones. And yet. Yet here we are. With unresolved messes at the end of a day.

Wang Pangzi: SOMETHIN YOU NEED TO SAY MARY POPPINS

Wang Meng: We need to talk about Huo Daofu and the glittery bead curtain.

Wang Pangzi: MY FAVE TEEN WIZARD SERIES

Wu Xie: did you turn on that suggested word thingy lol

What glittery bead curtain

Wang Meng: I closed the shop at 6:00pm this evening on the dot. I locked all of the doors in and out of the shop very carefully, especially in light of recent events. The hall leading to the back office was empty. I filed the day’s paperwork, updated and sent emails, and then spent an extra hour organizing receipts and dusting. When I came back out, there were glittery iridescent bead curtains over the front entrance to the shop.

What could this mean?

Wu Xie: uh that you need to spend less time at work?

Wang Pangzi: LOOKS LIKE WE GOT ONE FOR THE DETECTIVES. THE MYSTERY OF THE BEDAZZLED THRESHOLD COMMENCES

Wu Xie: I think we can be relatively secure in thinking a glittery bead curtain isn’t a hostile threat

Wang Pangzi: SAYS YOU

I REMEMBER YE OLDE EXPLORATION TIMES HOW FAST THINGS GOT FURIOUS

BEANBAG CHAIRS SET AFLAME AND LEFT ON DOORSTEPS AS A WARNING

GLITTERBOMBS FOR DAYS

PANIC AT THE DISCO

Wang Meng: Ugh, forget it. I should have just taken them down, regardless of who they belong to.

Zhang Qiling: They are not mine.

Wang Pangzi: A BOLD STATEMENT COMING FROM OUR PRIME SUSPECT

SOMEONE QUICK GO DRAW CHALK AROUND THE DOORWAY TO MARK THE SCENE OF THE CRIME

Wang Meng: Do we know anyone who *would* sneak in and put those up? For whatever reason, legal or not? Even as a joke?

Wang Pangzi: ARE YOU SERIOUSLY ASKING WHETHER WE KNOW ANYONE WHO IS CHAOTIC, AN OUTLAW, A PRANKSTER AND/OR SNEAKS INTO PLACES

BECAUSE THAT WOULD MEAN OUR SUSPECT LIST IS LITERALLY EVERYONE WE KNOW EXCEPT FOR YOU.

Wu Xie: okay let’s think about this; for starters, I didn’t break into my own shop

Wang Meng: You would be in danger of doing some work in the process, that’s true.

Wang Pangzi: LOL

Wu Xie: ANYWAY let’s keep going. For example, Xiao Ge would only break in somewhere for a good reason. Xiao Ge, did you do this?

Zhang Qiling: No.

Wu Xie: okay who’s next

Wang Pangzi: YOU REALLY MISSED YOUR CALLING IN INTERROGATION TIANZHEN

REALLY PUT THE SCREWS TO HIM

IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE;)

Zhang Qiling: How can we be certain *you* didn’t do it?

Wang Meng: Admittedly that was my guess, too.

Wang Pangzi: WOW I SEE HOW IT IS

BLAME PANGZI AS USUAL

ANYWAY HOW DOES HUO DAOFU FIT INTO THIS

Wu Xie: Oh yeah him! Oops I got distracted

Wang Pangzi: UR ENTIRE HISTORY IN A NUTSHELL

Wu Xie: Ugh fuck off

Wang Meng what abt Huo Daofu??

Zhang Qiling: ?

Wu Xie: oh sorry xiaoge I didn’t realize you wouldn’t have spent much time around him last year

He and I go way back

Zhang Qiling: Way back where?

Babysitters Club Chat

Wang Pangzi: I CANNOT BELIEVE HE IS BUYING YOUR INNOCENT ACT

IF YOU EVER TURN TO EVIL WE ARE FUCKED

Zhang Qiling: ?

Wang Pangzi: YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHO HUO DAOFU IS

YOU WERE EXTREMELY POLITE AND BORDERLINE FRIENDLY TOWARDS HIM

Zhang Qiling: I wanted him to feel welcome. I wanted to be sure he understands he has a place here. A specific place.

Wang Pangzi: FOR A SILENT GUY YOU ARE A MASTER AT SUBTLE POWER PLAYS IM ALL TINGLY

LMAO THE IDEA OF WU XIE LEAVING YOU FOR HUO DAOFU IS HILARIOUS AND ALSO NOPE

Zhang Qiling: Rationally, I understand that.

Main Chat

Wang Meng: Huo Daofu is coming for the weekend—didn’t Wu Xie tell you? Wu Xie asked me to check in a week ahead so we could start getting ready for his arrival

Wu Xie: oh yeah I did do that

Wang Meng: Fortunately I know you and so I already went ahead and took care of everything.

Re: the trip

He made a deal with Wu Xie’s doctor that he would do periodic checkups on him here at Wushanju

Bc Wu Xie hates being in the hospital

And frankly the hospital hates him too

Wang Pangzi: FAMILIARITY BREEDS CONTEMPT LOL

I FORGOT HUO DAOFU WAS DOING THAT

A VERY CHIVALROUS GESTURE

WOULDNT YOU SAY

XIOAGE

Zhang Qiling: Is it safe for him to be here with a criminal loose on the premises?

Wu Xie: Right, back to the curtain! Let’s focus on the curtain, hmm?

Wang Pangzi: I AM SO LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS WEEKEND.

ALSO WE CAN RULE OUT XIAO BAI FOR THE CURTAIN SHE JUST SENT A SELFIE FROM NORWAY COVERED IN GREEN SLIME WITH ZERO CONTEXT, UR PROTEGE INDEED

Wu Xie: okay but who else would do something so oddly charming yet illegal and—wait.

Snake Eyes Chat

Wu Xie: hey, Glasses hasn’t been in touch lately right?

Li Cu: uh nope

Unless u count the outdated memes

Why, is money or Xie Yuchen missing

Or is this curtain related, I saw Wang Meng’s tweet

Wu Xie: haha no nothing to worry about really

(I mean maybe? but who knows)

Wang Meng is probably just getting a little paranoid in his old age

Li Cu: better than getting reckless and stupid as hell in ur old age

Wu Xie: …hey:(

Unknown Number: Li Cu, we discussed this.

Wu Xie: ????????

Li Cu: *sigh* fine, reckless and stupid as heck

Unknown Number: …close enough.

Wu Xie: EXCUSE who is that

Madame, Sir, Non-Binary Tree Spirit, etc—whomst the fuck

Are you

Li Cu is underage FYI

So Im staying on this chat

Li Cu: okay first of all, it’s not like that

Second of all I’m literally not underage I s2g

u threw the embarrassing surprise bday party, okay so u should remember

And C, that’s my counselor and I invited her. She wanted to meet u and I knew u wouldn’t agree to a visit so I added her to our chat

we have been discussing u

Wu Xie: Oh wow!!!!!!!

What a surprise:)

hi so nice to meet you:)

Main Chat:

Wu Xie: RED FUCKING ALERT

FUCK THE CURTAIN FUCK THE VISIT

IVE BEEN TRICKED INTO FAMILY THERAPY BY A SMUG TEENAGER WHO TEXTS UNKNOWN NUMBERS

Wang Meng: I assume that means something to someone here?

Not my problem? Good.

Wang Pangzi: AHAHAHA GOD I LOVE LI CU

HES LIKE ADORABLE KARMA FOR ALL THE SHIT YOUVE PUT ME THROUGH

IM RAISING HIS ALLOWANCE

Wu Xie: wait i give him an allowance

has he been collecting on two allowances??

Zhang Qiling: Three. I knew about both of yours.

Snake Eyes Chat

Wu Xie: so uh may I ask your name?

Unknown Number: you can call me Ms. Lee.

Now, if you’re comfortable talking in this format, why don’t you tell me how things have been going?

Wu Xie: oh everything is normal and fine and safe as usual, why do you ask:)

Li Cu: I heard about ur necklace thing. nice of you to NOT mention it.

another dangerous adventure. again. prick.

Ur lucky your cool boyfriend cares about you so much or you’d have already died like ten years ago

Wu Xie: lol try twenty years ago

Li Cu: That isn’t funny.

Unknown Number: …What?

Wu Xie: shit ur right, okay that was a bit glib, my apologies.

…I use humor as a coping mechanism?

Unknown Number: and Li Cu, how do you feel about that?

Li Cu: he doesn’t even know what that phrase means

He doesn’t cope, like ever

In fact

It’s kind of why we met

Which is a funny story in retrospect tbh

Wu Xie: haha what are you talking about sweetie hahaha need I remind you of certain anecdotes that could idk send me to jail maybe lmao

Unknown Number: …You know, perhaps an in-person meeting might be more effective?

Wu Xie: haha such a nice idea but why

Main Chat

Wu Xie: If I go to jail, I’ll have to create alliances for protection, right, that’s how it works on tv

Who do we know who spends time in jail

Other than Hei Yangjing, he’s only ever there for like 12 hours and i suspect he just gets himself arrested bc he enjoys the breaking out process

Also how’s the curtain case coming along

Zhang Qiling: Has someone threatened you?

Wu Xie: well not yet but soon I’m sure

Wang Pangzi: WHERE WAS THIS PARANOIA WHEN WE GOT TAKEN TO THE TEA HOUSE HUH

Snake Eyes Minus Your Fucking Therapist Chat

Li Cu: okay how tf did u pull off spy and undercover shit

u are sus as hell

Wu Xie: damn son is it pick on Wu Xie night

I missed the flyers or I would’ve invited my uncles

Also re: the curtain it’s been mostly solved

Li Cu: I’m not your son, idiot.

Wu Xie: …oh. Sorry, sorry, you’re right, bad choice of words, haha

Forget i said anything

Delete this chat even

Li Cu: shit I meant

Legally, biologically, I meant—

shit

…I turn into an asshole as a coping mechanism?

Wu Xie: oh that’s all okay! I have to go do something else now let me know if you need anything okay kid thanks!

Li Cu: goddamn it calm down who’s the kid here

lemme organize my thoughts so I can articulate my emotions fuckin healthily or w/e

Ugh maybe for like one afternoon we could go to Ms. Lee together? She knows how to word stuff

Wu Xie: uh…okay.

Li Cu: Anyway you don’t need to worry abt jail

As if you would survive prison for one day you’d piss off half the place in like an hour or less

I gave Ms. Lee the heavily edited version of the desert highway to hell roadtrip and i discussed it more in terms of like “nightmarish but still wouldn’t take any of it back”

Well maybe the sand

that shit was everywhere

Wu Xie: oh kiddo. It’s fine, really…You don’t have to explain yourself to me.

Li Cu: no, no it’s just

I do technically have a dad

who is an asshole. Being a son doesn’t really mean shit to me bc it sucked.

So you need to stop backing down just cuz ur guilty abt stuff. I’m really really glad ur not my dad in a good way. Do u get what I mean there

Where’s the mafia widower I followed into hell, huh

Wu Xie: Ur a good kid, despite my influence. I’m really glad you have someone to talk to after everything I…after everything. Wow this talking through feelings thing is kind of weird but nice ur right

Jfc no wonder it took me and xiaoge so long to—you know what, we won’t get into that

Li Cu: ew tmi

Also re: this week’s recent necklace fuckery

I moved my stuff here, I live here now

So you can’t die anymore

Or else…Idk I don’t have a threat planned

anyways abt the curtain

Wu Xie: oh my god, kid…kid you have no idea

I am in tears.

Li Cu: see this is why I can’t be nice to you I can sense the hallmark channel from here

Ugh don’t be sad in ur room that’s dumb

Go hug Pangzi or something

Maybe delete this chat

Or the curtain thing

Focus on the curtain thing

Just stfu and go away

Wu Xie: <3 screenshotting this <3

Li Cu: I take back everything I said. This is why Xiao Ge sleeps on the roof. I hope the ghosts of the Wangs put up that curtain to strangle you somehow. Go die in a stupid way, it’ll suit you.

Wu Xie: lol don’t worry I’m not gonna embarrass you with it or anything

Main Chat

Wu Xie: omg guys look how cute my kid is *sending screenshot*

Wang Pangzi: I MEAN

HE IS WISHING YOU DEATH

BUT SURE

CUTE I GUESS

Wu Xie: no but read the whole thing:):):)

Zhang Qiling: It is indeed very hard to remain angry with you. And you are welcome to join me on the roof.

Wang Pangzi: UH NOPE

NOT WHENI HAD TO BLEACH THE COUNTER IN THE KITCHEN

DONT TRAUMATIZE THE EARLY BIRDS THEYRE ALREADY FREAKED OUT BY U YA HOODIE CRYPTID

Wu Xie: ok true but babe ur like a sexy cryptid

Wang Meng: so, are we just accepting that there is a glittery curtain of unknown origin, and Huo Daofu is going to have to see it while he’s waiting for you at Wushanju bc you’re going to family therapy?

Wu Xie: right

Wang Pangzi: SHOULDA TAKEN EARLY RETIREMENT HUH

Wang Meng: I’m going to go dust something.

Unnamed Chat:

Unknown number: so the curtain…

Unknown number 2: yep, not my best work but I kinda panicked last minute u know

Unknown number: what is in the water at Wushanju that makes everyone dumb and attractive

Unknown number 2: relax they’ll figure it out

#ultimate note #whomst #wu xie #dmbj #the lost tomb #pingxie #iron triangle

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nicholas-salzano · 3 years

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Nicholas Salzano - My Trip to Norway; A pleasant Experience Among Hidden Gems

Being a vivid traveller hailing from Secaucus, NJ, Nicholas Salzano is known for sharing his life experiences across the globe. Today, Nicholas will talk about his visit to Norway. We are taking the following excerpt from Nicholas's article.

Nicholas Salzano said: Why is Norway or perhaps a surprisingly better spot to begin because Norway is in the colder time of year?

I love to spread out on a seashore as much as anybody, so I thoroughly comprehend that a few groups may scratch their heads at our excursion (me and my girlfriend) objective decision here.

Nicholas Salzano- Northern Lights are Just Remarkable

Only something about them appeared delightful, a touch magical and creepy, and an intriguing test to photo. Aurora Borealis is a characteristic marvel, so it's not actually like you can be assured a review. It simply doesn't work like that; it's presumably more like whale watching.

After doing a little research, I discovered numerous sources that said northern Norway during February or March would be a decent alternative, so we did that. I honestly didn't think much about Norway; however, I love investigating new spots, so we looked into Airbnbs and flights.

We tracked down an excellent little lodge (which additionally had a tiny air terminal close by we could fly into). Our host, Jessica, was likewise unbelievable. She saved the outing for us.

Nicholas Salzano further added: You see, my checked suitcase got lost in transit there, so I was without it for the most significant part of the outing. It had all of my camera gear (DSLR and selfie stand) and my snow boots, in addition to other things.

Also, she credited me with a couple of climbing boots (my size, extremely fortunate!) just as a camera to utilize, and if she hadn't, I would have missed the best climate climbing day, just as my opportunity to photograph the Aurora Borealis.

So honestly, she saved the excursion for us- I am past thankful for her far more than cordiality. The lodge was grand as well, and notwithstanding the delightful perspectives, we cherished the area (almost a town yet in addition to climbs and the parkway for exploring).

Salzano: Lofoten- The Heaven on Earth

After an otherworldly beginning, we proceeded with our movements through the Geirangerfjord, driving along the all-encompassing Trollstigen serpentine mountain street to the Dovrefjell National Park. A real differentiation to our first area. Here nature is managed by splendid lichen and Musk Oxen.

Everything about this spot made us a piece of the conventional Norwegian lifestyle, and the luxurious cuisine that went to our plates each evening kept our mouths needing a more significant amount of this flavour, please!

Nicholas Salzano further added that we went on our extended excursion in Lofoten after two evenings in Oslo (to fly all through the country). Even though it's just one tiny piece of Norway, it's excellent that I can't resist the urge to recommend you explicitly visit the region also.

There was a book in our lodge with every one of the climbs around Lofoten, and the book was captured in the spring and late spring months, and it looked similarly excellent then as well. So regardless of the season you go, I think Lofoten merits the visit.

Nicholas Salzano expressed- There was indeed just a single day that was warm enough for climbing (as I would like to think- I'm sure there are other people who might not concur), so the other days we primarily cruised all over and would escape our vehicle to stroll around a little and take pictures or get a nibble as we needed.

We drove from Leknes to the furthest limit of the street. We truly cherished Reines for the perspectives and Anita's (right external Reines) for the fish burgers. Yum!

One thing that was somewhat clever, or distinctive at any rate, as we genuinely didn't eat out that amount during this outing. The primary spot prescribed to us was Himmel and Havn, situated in Ballstad (a short drive from Leknes and our lodge).

However, they wound up being shut each night we were there. As far as I might be concerned, most get-aways will generally spin around eating and drinking out, yet this excursion was significantly more about the lovely perspectives and exploring the region.

This is another explanation: we like to utilize Airbnb (or comparable services) because even though we didn't plan to eat the majority of our dinners at our lodge, we did, so we were grateful for a full kitchen to utilize.

Partaking in a straightforward pasta supper and some wine with the perspectives from our lodge was ideal for my girlfriend and me on this outing.

On our keep going morning, before another long travel day, we paused and approached Snohetta Viewpoint and were passed up perhaps the most unimaginable bits of design at any point seen! Our last three days were spent in the Rondane National Park.

A lovely dream which continued rehashing the same thing every day. The quietness and the magnificence of the encompassing lakes and mountains were a token of the essential things throughout everyday life.

Nicholas Salzano concluded- On our last evening before taking off into another experience, we played traveller for the afternoon and trampled Oslo, appreciating every corner, particularly the Oslo Opera House.

It takes a ton of variation, seeing the things I have witnessed speedily, yet this excursion has instructed me that it is all right to turn off now and again, and all the more significantly always to remember to see the value in what is directly before you!

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lisinfleur · 4 years

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Savin’ Me

Author’s Notes | Thank you @youbloodymadgenius for saving me with the remembrance of this day: I'm a shit with dates, but it was a pleasure to sit and produce something for such a sweet person. Sydney, I know our months have been being hard, but people like you are what keep sanities, hold hearts in place, keep us up and full of energy to face the everyday problems knowing there will be a sweet smile, a lovely hug, a gentle word to make us happy once again after a hard day. Thank you for being the amazing person you are and may the gods bless your life twice as you bless our world with your very existence! Happy birthday, sweetheart!

To all Harald’s fans, consider this a way for him to redeem himself with us! haha

Universe | Vikings

Pairing | Harald x Reader

Info | Viking Age AU, birthday gift for @gearhead66

Words | 2305

⁑ Warnings: Mentions of blood, wounds, some angst.

Here was him...

In a place he thought he would never be after conquering everything.

No. Nothing was really his.

Nothing was really reached.

With his body down to the wet sand - the battle still close enough to be heard leaving him behind as nothing but another wounded man to become a corpse on that beach - Harald's mind started flying through his life, almost as if closer to the death, it wanted to rethink his mistakes and choices.

His eyes, blurred, couldn't see much more than the shadows of the men - his men - fighting those monstrous Rus and their absurd strength, falling down, never fleeing, even thou their king was already fallen. He had good men, good fellowmen that followed him to the end of the world and would follow him into Valhalla, he was sure. As a commander, he had nothing to complain about.

As a man, however...

His heart clenched into his chest. Breathing was hard now and the taste of blood in his mouth wasn't able to erase the bitterness of the many empty kisses he ever received. Elisif and her lies, Astrid and her lies, the dream he was never able to fulfill... What was his legacy in this world? Who would remember his name?

His chest became too tight and Harald cough in a sad laugh: In the end, nothing he had done ever erased Björn's name from his life. He could bet that would be Björn's defeat such as many victories he was there to fight for were Björn's after the end of the battle. History would say Björn was the rightful owner of his crown, taken by that skogamaor he couldn't see around anymore. Harald bet with himself he would be known for nothing but his brother's murder in a war that now sounded senseless for him - He fought for Björn's crown and he lost. He fought alongside the man that took his brother from him.

And he lost.

But what did he lose after all?

What in this world was his?

His body was moved and Harald's eyes lost the battle from his sigh, looking down to see someone pulling him from the ground. A raider looking for his weapons? They were already stealing from the dead?

His hand lifted the sword one more time, but a familiar voice reached his ears quite on time to prevent him from dying fighting what he thought was his last foe.

"Calm down, my king. You're safe... You're safe."

What in this world was his, his mind asked itself again.

Loyalty, he answered himself when his eyes found your figure pulling his body over your shoulders, wounded and tired but finding strength into your core to carry your defeated king away from that beach, sneaking with him into the woods around, getting up even when your feet would stumble under his heavy weight, doing everything to get the two of you to safety away from that battle and the unbeatable enemy that got him down.

He was no king anymore. King of no land, he thought. Kattegat was lost. Norway was lost along with his crown, but there was you, sitting his body on the ground with his back against a tree, removing his armor, ripping your shirt and the legs of your trousers to have enough cloth for an improvised bandage to hold his chest whole until the two of you could stop further away.

"We can't stay here. They'll search in the woods. They're everywhere. The sea is safer, my lord."

Your mouth was speaking, but he wasn't really paying attention to your words. His eyes scanning your face: he knew you.

Y/N, he could remember. Your smile, your body into a dress, drinking, and dancing at his victories. Your growls, your body into an armor, fighting, and conquering his battles.

You were everywhere in his memories, among his most loyal men; among the most beautiful women of his court. Yet, he couldn't remember a man claiming you as his. At your age, like himself, you should have children, but he couldn't remember anyone running at the docks, yelling at your return from his boats. Why were you alone?

Why were you there for him?

"You should find safety for yourself, woman," he mumbled, hoarse. "I'll only pull you back, get you slower. You'll end up dying because of me." he tried.

But you lifted your eyes from his wounds after tying the bandages tight and looked into his blues with firm orbs that somehow touched him inside.

"Then we shall die and reach the halls of the gods together, my king. And I'll open the golden doors of Valhalla for you to enter, because no one will touch my king but over my dead body. Now get up, King Harald. We need to reach the next town before them."

That fire in your eyes. There was more than loyalty and he could see that. Harald held your hand, stopping you once again from taking his body over your shoulders.

"My king," you insisted, thinking he would be denying your help one more time.

But your eyes found deep blues looking into them.

"I'm no one's king, Y/N. I'm king of nowhere. I'm no king... But this is not enough for you to stop. Because you're not here for a king... What are you here for?" he asked, looking straight into your soul with those blue orbs you loved so deeply.

It was almost as if he could read the secrets of your heart.

You became a shieldmaiden for him. You fought every battle to keep your heart safe behind your shield. You were disposed to die if it was to keep him protected.

You wanted to kill every single woman who made a wound in his heart and you mourned not being your sword down into their bellies but celebrated inside when each one of them found the deserved fate.

You were always there for him. Not for the crown.

For him.

"For you, Harald," you said, for the first time looking him in the eye and ignoring his royalty.

For the first time, calling him by his name.

"I'm here for the man. For the one I know is still inside of you. Not for the poor bastard I saw falling with the weight of his own stupidity, smashed by his own ego and crushed by life's heavy fist. Not the one who took what wasn't his trying to give himself a taste of what it was to have what he wanted... By the man I saw taking a sword in his chest to save his enemy's life for honor. By the one I saw fighting for his people, conducting Vestfold for its people, not for the metal on his head."

Your words were messing with his pride.

Harald knew he failed his people, but more than that, he failed his honor for that piece of metal he wanted so hard. He lost his way, betrayed his principles, made promises, and swore oaths he could never fulfill. Everything for the crown he lost in an instant.

He laid hands on a woman that didn't want him and forced her freedom under his heavy hand for nothing but his broken pride and a sensation of vengeance that didn't last one night.

Yet there were you, still loyal to him, still looking at him as if there was more than a rag of a man looking back into your eyes.

"I'm here for you, Harald. And as long as you live, I'll believe that man can come back to me, although he was never truly mine," you completed.

Causing a flood of memories into Harald's mind.

His lips were sealed, his eyes surprised over you. His thoughts traveling through the many times he saw your eyes over him, smiles on your lips, your body moving for his claps, dancing happily until he was too drunk to find you around.

Your smiles always open and your skirts always moving through his party until there was another by his side - and you were gone.

He couldn't remember your image in his marriage with Astrid. Nor there was any memory of you around since he made her a queen.

Except for the fights, there weren't more dances or smiles... You weren't dancing at his party as Norway's King.

His chest clenched one more time and he understood the words unsaid - you weren't there to celebrate the king. He was never a king for you. But the man you loved and respected wasn't the one under that metal piece. He lost himself to become the King of Norway.

And maybe that's why his dreams were never the way he wanted them to be.

Silent, he traveled with you through the woods and towards the sea. Your heart sunk inside your chest, afraid his silence was the sign of rejection you never wanted to receive from him - the reason why you had buried your love six feet under into your heart and never told anything about it.

Harald's mind, however, was made up when the two of you reached a small village two days later that conversation. The place was abandoned, but there was still a fishing boat lost on the docks and supplies the men left behind in their rush to flee. Carefully, you helped Harald into the boat and went to the houses, gathering what you could carry, taking with you some blankets, food, lost clothes you could use to disguise, what was enough for a trip.

"For now, we'll just leave the coast," you broke the silence for the first time, messing with the herbs and bandages you found in what should have been the tent of a healer. "Then we can try to guide through the stars and find some dry land to..."

"York," Harald's voice sounded catching your attention. "We shall sail to York, to find our people and tell them what happened. To gather our men and come back against the Rus."

For a moment, your heart clenched. The king still wanted his crown.

But Harald's voice wasn't full of pride, instead, his eyes caught yours once again when he looked back at the coast and he sighed.

"There are still men of ours in here. My brothers that escaped this battle will need help. Our people are still in these lands. This is still our father's and grandfather's homes. I can't sit and chill as my people suffer. Maybe Björn still lives, and his men as well. We must go to York and gather our people to find alongside them."

You smiled.

Not the prideful bastard who would have left Björn to die just because of his ego, but back was the man you learned to love for his heart belonged to his people more than to himself.

You knew that battle could probably be suicide. You knew you could end up fighting for a lost cause. But it was once again your Harald, fighting for honor and for his beliefs. The one you swore you would follow 'til death without thinking.

"To York, then," you said. "But first, we shall take care of these wounds, my king."

His hand touched your hand when you went for his wound and once again, he stopped you. But this time, his orbs were full of something you couldn't determine.

Gratitude, maybe. The tenderness you never had.

His fingers touched your face and you felt your heart racing into his chest.

"You were always there for me. You knew me better than myself. Forgive me for betraying you. I swear on my sacred arm ring and the blood in my veins it will never happen again: I'll never lose myself this way again. And I'll honor the love in your eyes."

Harald wasn't speaking only to you, you know that. You were his people, his men, his army, his companions, his fellowmen he left behind. The only thing and everything that had left from what he lost and broke. And the forgiveness he was asking wasn't only yours, but from all the ones that trusted the man who allowed his ego to swallow him whole.

You touched his hand, gently. And your fingers caressed his palm with tenderness.

"I forgive you, Harald Finehair. For more than a king, you're a man, and men commit mistakes. I accept your oath, my king. And my loyalty and love are still yours. They'll always be."

Harald's lips curved in a smile and before you could notice, his hand touched your nape, pulling you forward, closer to him. And he touched your forehead with his lips in a gentle and respectful kiss before looking at you with tears in the line of those beautiful blues.

You had never seen your king crying before... But there wasn't sadness in his tears.

"Thank you, sweet Y/N. For everything."

Deep inside, Harald knew his oath wasn't only yours. He knew he swore an oath with his people in your eyes, one that he was able to fulfill this time. One that he would fight to keep until the end of his days.

And maybe the end of his days didn't have to be lonely. Maybe the time would allow him to conquer his way back into your heart. Cause even seeing there was still love into you for him, Harald knew you weren't any women but the one in which he could see his own kind. And such as he needed to deserve his position over his people once again, he felt he should deserve the love in your heart before asking you to stand by his side.

May the gods give me time, he mutely asked.

So as they gave him a reason to stand and fight.

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spicylove4ever · 4 years

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My thoughts while watching Frozen II

Spoilers ahead!

Anna and Elsa playing with a snow forest like my sister and I did with Lego.

All is Found sounds really neat, but the “drowning” part gave me chills. Is like telling children the Red Riding Hood version where the granny gets killed and the wolf makes steaks with her flesh and wine with her blood and gives it to the grand-daughter.

Story-time with dad! The spirits coexisted that way with the Sami people? Cute. Kind of weird watching the Nokk acting like that after all the trailers where it tries to kill Elsa.

Whoa, all went to hell in one minute. And then, of course Agnar can’t recall very well what happened because he got hit in the head.

So he and Iduna were the only ones who managed to get out of the forest before the mist arrived? Sad.

That was the very night when the snowman incident happened?!

My headcanon of Elsa freezing something by being startled by someone on behind is true!

Cheesy song... but it sounds like the “enjoy your happiness because everything is about to change” song.

Charades night exactly as the leaks told it is with the gorgeous slap to Hans.

I watched a leak of Into the Unknown, but watching it on the theatre... I cried.

Wait a minute, the book said Elsa and Anna exchanged a look when the crystals appeared, it’s NOT happening! Of course not, since they weren’t on any of each’s range of vision.

So they managed to pick up some luggage before running from Arendelle. Just two seconds of footage which helped a little the plot of how did the people managed while the girls were gone.

Elsa has magical sensations about the magical stuff is happening.

So what Grand Pabbie does is divination? Hey! Where is the “magic is very alluring part”?

Olaf driving the gang mad on the trip like Donkey on Shrek 2. XD

Anna wanted to smooch but it ended on the clumpsy entrance for proposal.

The wagon didn’t get destroyed!

Ok, they are looked in the forest too, but they are like, ok, we just have to fix this, we will get out anyway.

Olaf lost in the woods, gets found on A TORNADO. Sorry, didn’t like the song.

Visions on the raging wind before calming down Gale.

WATER HAS MEMORY, Olaf makes Elsa disgusted (hey, dude who said that she’s supposed to have more stomach since she’s going to live in the woods, Olaf made Sven puke too!)

Sami people and Arendelle soldiers can’t seem to stop fighting and when they learn the visitors are from Arendelle Mattias was like “Ha! You’re gonna get down!” but they are like “you all need to calm down!”

Olaf telling stories and Mattias being us when we watched (even with the shock part about the southern jerk).

BRUNI ARRIVES. Elsa gets to action in a second. Everyone into action except Anna who trows herself into danger and almost gets killed by the smoke.

Bruni face revealed and his angry face looked fantastic to me. They put the difference of temperature on the movie (Elsa’s cold hand and Bruni’s hot feet)!

Sami give the welcome to the sisters with FREAKING VUELIE. It looked to me like the directors went like “you guys wanted Vuelie to fit more? There you have”.

Kristoff making friends. X3

The giants pass by and Elsa is like, “they could be here again since they are looking for me, we should leave now”. They couldn’t take Kristoff with them because he went to practise how to propose.

Yelana’s face on the failed proposal. LOLOLOLOLOL

Wrecked ship looked gorgeus! Also, very sad part with the predicted stuff by OUAT.

Elsa: you can’t go with me in this part, it’s too dangerous! Anna didn’t listen so she tries to go after her and she and Olaf got stuck in a cave by trying to reach for Elsa. Interesting methafor.

DARK SEA. Elsa was right, she couldn’t bring Anna on that part.

The footage didn’t show a long fight, but the jump-cuts do tell that Elsa probably spend a long time (maybe FREAKING HOURS) fighting a horse who tried to drown her all the time. Goosebumps.

The GLACIER. Elsa walking in and making the inside look more tidy and as gorgeus as those ice hotels.

“SHOW YOURSELF” CLIMAX!!!!!!!! EPIC

Snow statues memories. Elsa ashamed by her Let it Go moment, and touched by her parents’ romance and her “ew” with Hans and shattering it XD.

The grandfather’s memory. Elsa dissapointed at him because he was a jerk. When the dark part of the memory comes, it goes to the dark pit, Elsa following it to know what did he do, an echo of “not too far or you’ll be drown” warning her. To know the dark memory brings a risk. Elsa jumps into the pit of dark memories because SHE NEEDS TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED IN ORDER TO KNOW HOW TO FIX EVERYTHING.

Elsa FREEZES while sending the message..... like... as if, since she is an spirit too, the curse her grandfather brought is getting her as well. The other spirts went rogue, she gets what is her thing against her.

When Anna and Olaf are getting to an exit, Elsa’s message arrives. And then Olaf starts vanishing (it didn’t look that much as vanishing to me, it wasn’t even getting parts of him appart, just snowflakes going into the air).

Anna DEVASTATED. TT_TT

Anna going to the giants to destroy the dam in “Fuck it” mode. EPIC. I didn’t like her dependent behavior before this part the movie, but this was GREAT, she growed a pair. Mattias being reasonable since he wanted to end the problem and knowing there was a problem. Nice. I like you Mattias.

Dam destroyed = all spirts are free of the curse, including Elsa.

Arendelle being saved by Elsa. I thought she was going to freeze the water and vanish it, but she used a giant wall.

ELSA AND ANNA REUNITE. Cried a third time.

Kristoff leaves the complicated plans and just proposes to Anna. So beautiful. Keep crying.

Bruni is so cute....

Anna is the new queen! It makes sense to me, since she looks closer to the people than Elsa, she even jumped ahead to give orders before Elsa.

Mattias reunited with his crush!!! X3 Photography has arrived? Then it must be over 1839, since firsts photographs on Norway were on those times. And no, that doesn’t still give credibility to the theory of Tarzan being the brother of the sisters, because, as you remember, Agnar and Iduna died on the sea ON THE NORTH, and Tarzan’s parents made it to a coast close to Africa.

Somebody said the Sami went to Arendelle and Elsa and the other spirtis were the only ones on the forest. Wrong.

Seems like Elsa lives on a glacier. NEAT. Who else can say they live on a Petra-like icy palace with hints of ice hotels design with a lethal basement?

Anna’s queen gown was originally made for her coronation, but the time shown there is NOT her coronation. Is the ceremony when they show up the statue of the parents. They cut that stuff so the final thing would be the way it is (and I love it). That means Elsa didn’t miss her sister’s coronation. Also, is canon she visits her sister often and that they stay in touch.

Honeymaren and Elsa. No clues of any romance. She has a more significant relationship with the horse or Bruni. Still, I believe she came to save the fandom of incest and toxic relationships.

To sum up: I LOVED THE MOVIE.

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burnthesagc · 4 years

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It’s the last week of the summer, and Sage knew it was now or never. Kass had done a wonderful job at getting a name, and if she remembered correctly, she remembered the name Magnus from that one time she looked into her mother’s journal from the year she was born. It never made sense– it had been just a name in one of the back pages, no notes, no number– nothing but a name. It was hard to believe that there was a big chance this man, living in Oslo, was her father.

A little bit more research she could do on her own, and she was able to get a phone number and an email– the internet could have everything if she knew were to look properly, and him working as a PI for hire nowadays certainly helped making things easy. She could have called but decided for the email– if he were to respond, then so be it, if he would ignore it, well... She had lived her entire life without him and she never needed a father figure anyway, but she figured she could try. Sage included photos of her mother (for the memories) and herself (just in case there were some sort of resemblance, which, if he was anything like the photos in the search, their eyes would pretty much match perfectly), as well as some phone numbers to reach her while still in Germany, and clicked the send button. She couldn’t say she was expecting much, but that very same night, right before she went to bed there was another email.

Sage, I remember your mother. I had not thought about Michelle in years, but it doesn’t mean I forgot about everything, and well, you looked into it yourself. The dates add up. If there is a chance you are my daughter, I will take any opportunity to meet you. Let me know if you need help with flights or transportation. I can cover them for you. Address ( xxxxxx ) Phone number ( xx-xxx-xxx ) Hope to see you soon, Maguns.

Her eyes were full of tears by the time she finished reading the email. This was way better than she could have hoped for. She didn’t let him pay for the flight– she couldn’t. She prided herself on being independent, so she told her mother she would go on a trip with a friend for the very last week and would get back in touch when she was back in America. The very next morning, Sage was on a flight to Norway, address in her hand, and the dream she had always had in her mind.

SB: I should be in Norway by two in the afternoon. Let me know when we could meet– I’ll be in town until Friday.��Thank you for this.

Sage turned off her phone right as her flight was taking off. It wasn’t that much of a long flight, but somehow she managed to pass out– she hadn’t been able to sleep much the night before, so this was the next best thing she had before she found an hotel at her new destination. Little did she know she would find Magnus waiting for her right outside of the gate. Her eyes were wide and glossy– it was almost as if recognition had been instantaneous on both sides. She looked more like him than she did to any of the women in her family, and she wondered if that was more than enough to assume this man standing right in front of her was her father.

The whole world around her was in total silence as she slowly walked towards him. What was the right protocol here? A hug seemed too much for a stranger, but she knew Europeans could be a little effusive with their greetings. A handshake, perhaps? It was a little bit too impersonal for someone who could be her father. In the end she had no choice than to look up at the man and simply whisper “hey...” in nothing but true Sage nature. She was nothing like her mother, of that she was aware, and she was sure he would notice too, if he really never forgot.

“Sage, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he responded, placing a hand on her shoulder and squeezing gently. There it was. He knew what to do, and that was all she needed. She laughed awkwardly as he picked up her bag for her and that was it. The ice had been broken, and all she could do now was try and relax, pretend to know how to start a conversation, but it somehow was easy– the way they flowed back and forth. She had the impression that he was listening to everything, which wasn’t something she could say for her mother. She wasn’t a bad one, she just had her mind in too many places, and Sage was sure she was not exactly a priority in Michelle Blythe’s agenda. She hadn’t been the second she could feed and care for herself. She didn’t see it as a bad thing, but it was good for a change.

They went straight for lunch– Sage was starving and her stomach rumbling had given her away before she had spoken. The conversation kept on going. It was nothing too relevant, as if she were catching up with some old friend, though eventually they got to a more delicate topic.

“So.... how did you find me?” An awkward question, considering Sage had asked someone to find him, but well, he was a spy after all, he knew how they did things. “I did some research,” she ended up saying, though the red on her cheeks would be more of a telltale that she did not do it, and she worked a little too hard for it. Or more like had someone work a little bit too hard. “Does Michelle know you’re here?” Sage could only shake her head. “I don’t think... I don’t think she’s ever wanted me to find you. Or... I don’t think she wants to bother you, or... you know, we’re okay–” without you– no, that was not the right thing to say. “I was just really curious, I guess? I don’t know.” She looked up through her lashes, wondering if her response was good enough. She was not after money or any sort of lost connection– she simply wanted to have a face. “I’m also not a hundred percent sure you are... my father,” she admitted. Her mother was, well, her mother, but he would know already. Or maybe she had been different then, though having daughters with different fathers was not exactly proof of that. “I’d be willing to... take a dna test or something. I don’t mind.” “What?” His face morphed into some sort of smile. “I don’t need that. I’m looking at you and I’m looking at myself– a prettier version with your mother’s nose.” Sage looked down as Magnus reached to squeeze her hand. “It is possible that I am your father, and just basing myself on that, i don’t need any other proof.”

Sage looked up again. She was beaming, her grin so wide it was pushing the tears out of her eyes and she could only laugh awkwardly as she wiped her face and apologized for getting so emotional. She had imagined so many other things out of meeting her father. In this line of work there weren’t many stories of success with families, and even though hers was broken, she was happy to say her father was not at all like she had expected.

After lunch came more intense news. Magnus had a family of his own, another child, a couple years longer than Sage. They were away for the summer, but they would be ecstatic about having a half sister somewhere in the world, he assured. While they didn’t talk about a wife, she was invited to stay at his place instead of a hotel, which Sage felt forced to accept. There were lots of adventures after that, since Magnus shared her spirit: took her to museums, to see around, and hiking, which resulted in the best part of the trip. No shade to everyone else she traveled with, but meeting her father? And having him be a cool one? Well, there weren’t many things that could compete with that.

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luthied · 4 years

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2, 5, 23, and 17 for the Disney world ask

Oh I am excited!

2. My favorite ride currently at the park My favorite ride, that I will happily go on ad nauseam, will be the Haunted Mansion. I have always liked it, the little hidden bits, the details, the music and atmospherics. I also enjoy the fan community, the details and stories shared between folks. My favorite part of the ride is a mix between the Ghost Host, the graveyard, and Little Leota. I have an ungodly amount of merch from there, since I in general love the aesthetic. Especially the pins!

I also have a soft spot for It’s A Small World, I know the song by heart and had a music box that was made for me as a baby that plays that song, and Spaceship Earth! I loved Spaceship Earth as a young history nerd, loved the scenes like the Egyptian and Renaissance ones, and loved the details like the smell of the burning of Rome. Now that I know a bit more about history, it has lost it’s shine, but I still am fond of it.

5. My least favorite ride at the park

My least favorite is probably Peter Pan or Star Tours. Peter Pan always has such long lines that I never really feel like it is worth going, even though the ride itself is very pretty. I am just not into it and it’s hour long wait. Star Tours always manages to hit my motion sickness right on the head, and my parents never seem to get it. Even IF I take meds for it beforehand, it still just gets me. So I just spend the entire time trying not to vomit while my parents have a blast.

Honorable mention is Tower of Terror and some of the big rollercoasters. I have a fear of heights and get motion sick so I just stay away. Better for everyone.

13. My 5 favorite Disneyland sounds (I am guessing you mean 13 cause there is no 23)

Oh this is hard. I really like the general sounds and songs of Mainstreet USA and Tomorrowland. They always have fun jaunty music that just evokes such strong nostalgia factors for me. I get so excited by the upbeat music being pumped in, ready to welcome me back to Disney that it gets me all excited. Tomorrowland also makes me think of when we did Extra Magic Hours (back when it was a newer thing so not as many folk were taking it) and Mom went on Space Mountain dozens of times and Dad and I just drank hot chocolate under the Astro Orbiter while we waited for her. It was fun getting to hang out with Dad and seeing Mom so happy.

The line atmospherics for Pirates of the Caribbean is also fun, it really makes me think of old ships and gives it a touch of that creepy factor for me. Also ‘Dead Men Tell No Tales’. Me and Dad will quote that to the annoyance of Mom so freaking often.

Basically all of the Haunted Mansion, from the spooky organ, the discordant notes, to the bangs and creaks of the ghosts trying to get out. Little Leota’s speech is another thing I like to quote a lot at my parents. They tend to tolerate it, not sure if it is a happily or not.

I am not sure if this counts as a sound, but I also enjoy the buses little speeches. If you take the buses to get to places they always have this chipper host talking about where you are exiting, and other useful information, that guys voice is basically the beginning of my disney trip. It is kinda weird, I admit.

17. A ride I like that nobody else likes

I mean, can I claim It’s a Small World? I freaking love the songs and designs and the messages of unity it brings. I wills sing it right now if anyone wants me to.

But maybe something a bit more unknown? The Maelstrom ride (where frozen is now) always seemed to be deserted when I went, but I loved that thing. The story of Norway’s past, getting to experience some of their mythos, and getting that view just as you are about to be flung ‘forward’ in time was awesome. I am sad it went away, but I do get it. I also suspect that some of it’s features will come back especially after watching Frozen 2, the rock troll scene with the canoe was very similar to that pivotal going forward in time scene on the ride.

What about you guys? Anyone agree or disagree? Feel free to ask more questions!

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snowbatsims · 4 years

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Since I finished the whole Strangerville thing, I can go back to posting random shenanigans! Basically, let’s just play catch-up for a bit here.

I didn’t actually post these ones on the thread, this was just a draft that got too long.

First up is the Island Living stuff, so I sent them to Sulani for a quick overnight vacation. Sulani in the daytime isn't exactly the best place for vampires to hang out at all, so they went home pretty soon after.

Back at home, the house has gotten a little... haunted?

EINARR: Ah, hello. Old friend.

EINARR: I am sorry to have forgotten your name, but I'm happy to see you again. EINARR: Wait... Marion? Marion Storm! That was it.

EINARR: How's the rest of the crew? EINARR: Ah. Not so talkative today, huh? That is fine.

Kvikindi has started taking up guitar.

She's also taking her time figuring out this whole vampire thing.

KVIKINDI: BAT WAS RIGHT. KVIKINDI: Blood is absolutely delicious.

It's spring, and Morten’s birthday rolled around!

(It's set as a holiday, so immortals can still celebrate it every year without actually aging. Definitely feel free to do this too.)

Siini came visiting for a bit. MORT: What, you don't believe me? SIINI: What would weird alien plants be doing on this flimsy little planet? MORT: Dude, you're an alien too. SIINI: I didn't really ask to crashland here, though! Dazzo's spaceship was a piece of garbage. MORT: Okay, sure. But maybe those alien plants didn't plan on hitting this planet either? MORT: Like, look, that huge Mother plant was in the bottom of a lab, located in the middle of a huge crater. It clearly arrived with an asteroid or something. SIINI: ...Good point.

At this point they're just all hanging out in Morten's room.

RUNE: Oh, you're asking what happened to my new boyfriend? You want to know?? RUNE: He doesn't trust me because I got touched by the spores once! That's it! One time! MORT: Paranoia, then?

RUNE: Yes. RUNE: But I don't think we've actually broken up yet. MORT: Oh, good. RUNE: Yeah, maybe there’s still hope.

The birthday present from Einarr was a little fishing trip to the local docks.

MORTEN: This one is so pretty!! EINARR: Cute catch.

EINARR: Oh, there's a lot of blood to get out of this one. MORTEN: Hell yea!!

MORTEN: O-oh.

EINARR: ...they'll be fine.

MORTEN: What in the absolute heck just happened. EINARR: Alien abduction.

MORTEN: I mean, obviously- EINARR: Do you feel any weird at all? MORTEN: No, not really. EINARR: Well, great! MORTEN: But wait... I do recall some kind of.. map? EINARR: Map??? MORTEN: Yeah, on the screen? It looked like Oasis Springs. EINARR: Sounds like they were headed that way for something and maybe accidentally picked you up on the way. EINARR: Maybe we should too. MORTEN: What? EINARR: Head to Oasis Springs! Come on, the night is still young! EINARR: We might find something cool! MORTEN: Uh--

MORTEN: Dude, this cave entrance actually glows. That's awesome. EINARR: Oh!!

EINARR: I can break this open. Just give me a minute...

EINARR: So, who goes in first? MORTEN: ...you. EINARR: Alright!

While waiting, Morten builds a sandcastle.

MORTEN: (I wonder if he found anything cool...)

He did.

He found the Forgotten Grotto. And it is absolutely gorgeous.

MORT: Dude... EINARR: I know. Was this worth it? Oh, absolutely. MORT: Yeah.

They both spent a bit of time down there, and built this little shack out of nearby materials before leaving.

Sometimes, I find Morten sitting down here to play with his toy.

My child..

Einarr took a night-shift at a fishing job, by the way! I like the work outfit.

Later, a trip to Granite Falls happened.

Practicing vampire powers...

Failing more.

KVIKINDI: How do you guys DO THIS???

I found him like this. Laying down in the grass. Watching the stars. What a mood.

Exploring the woods!

Finding the hermit.

Greeting the hermit! MORTEN: Hi!! Morten here, sorry, I'm just kind of passing through. HERMIT: Hello! You're another one of those campers that got lost in the wood, I presume? MORTEN: Yes! MORTEN: So uh, the sun is going up, can I go indoors? Please? HERMIT: I'm a little confused as to why you would need that, but sure. MORTEN: Y.. yeah, you don't want to get into that. Don't worry about it.

MORT: This is really cozy. Goals.

MORT: Blood. MORT: Wh--- NO!! That's the man's pet! What-- what am I even thinking... MORT: I must be hungry again :(

MORT: Might as well clean the guy's dishes while I'm here... MORT: And then leave as soon as the sun is gone.

Later, they celebrated 17. Mai, a custom holiday of mine set in springtime, which is supposed to resemble the national day of Norway. It's kind of a formal party for the entire country. (I found CC of the national costumes here, so OF COURSE I had to do something about it, right??)

Bat doesn't involve himself since he is not from here and really doesn't care, while Einarr is a couple centuries older than the country itself and also isn't very bothered about it.

They also invited some of Rune's dead relatives. His brother and favorite cousin, in fact.

They had a good time.

Chilling near the lantern.

Just gonna include these pictures too, in loving memory of the time when we had the ability to at least wade in certain bodies of water.

It was better than nothing, and I want it back.

#vampire thread mirror #we are no longer in strangerville folks #my gameplay is usually just kind of slice-of-lifey but with vampires #and aliens #usually there isn't much plot at all tbh #just... shenanigans #so as long as you're familiar with them you could really just jump into this anywhere #mags' bat sims

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Barcelona is for Lovers - Chapter 3

Chapter 3! Many thanks to @stupidsatsuma. @doctorroseprompts

Chapter 4 will be available on March 24th; chapters are posted every other Sunday

General warnings for: hanky panky. Take the ‘lovers’ part of the title seriously.

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Summary

Three months after Rose and the Doctor are reunited and promptly ditched on a beach in Norway, they are still trying to find their feet. Rose plans a trip to Barcelona for them to relax, reconnect, and hopefully consummate their relationship.

Rose dug her tank out of her bag, slipping it on before sitting up. It didn’t take them long to pack up, making their way back up the hill towards the private, and hopefully quieter, villa. Dropping the bag on the first lounge chair once they were through the gate, she put her hands on her hips and surveyed the backyard.

“Did you want to get in?” The Doctor’s voice permeated her thoughts, and she turned to find him ruffling his hair, avoiding her gaze. It was clear that, at least on his end, the mood had broken, and she sighed, disappointed.

“Yeah, all right.” She debated for a moment before removing the tank and her shoes, leaving her in just the bikini bottoms. She had nothing to be ashamed of, and perversely hoped that her bare breasts would get him as hot and bothered as she was.

He stripped off his own t-shirt and kicked off his sandals before coming in front of her and settling his hands on her hips and kissing her, hard.

Rose moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck as she parted her lips, inviting his tongue in to play. His grip tightened, hauling her up against him, and she was pleasantly surprised to find him aroused against her hip. She let her hands skate across his back, feeling the muscles flex as their mouths moved against each other. Their chests were pressed together, making her belly swoop, and after a minute, his hands drifted down before covering her bum cheeks. She was utterly lost in the pleasure of their bodies pressed together, of warm skin beneath her palms, of being touched intimately.

The Doctor eventually broke the kiss, panting, still rocking his hips against hers. “P- pool?” he stuttered out, hands flexing on her bum.

“Uh- um, okay,” she managed, watching him turn and almost flee to the water, jumping into the deeper end. Still standing on the pool deck she closed her eyes again, concentrating on controlling her breathing. Incredibly worked up, she tried to not to let resentment bubble up for how he’d left her like that.

By the time she stepped into the water he was floating on his back, eyes closed, utterly at peace despite the still-impressive tent at the front of his trunks. “Hey.” She splashed him gently to let him know she was there, and his eyes opened as he let his lower half sink.

“Hi.” He ruffled his hair before rubbing his neck, clear signs he was anxious.

“All right?”

“Yeah.” After a moment, he met her gaze sheepishly. “I got… overwhelmed. Sorry.”

“S’okay.” Rose smiled at him, proud that he’d managed to share his feelings unprompted. Baby steps. “Just tell me.”

His lips twitched. “It was… really nice though.”

“I may be biased, but I’d use the word ‘brilliant’.”

“Brilliant,” he repeated, eyes darting down to blatantly stare at her chest. “Molto bene.”

“Yeah?” She knew she was perky, decent though she wouldn’t mind a little more volume, but his dark gaze never implied she was lacking.

He moved swiftly through the water, large hands covering each breast as his thumbs gently rubbed the valley between them. “Perfect.” He lightened his touch, shifting his hands until they spanned the top of her ribcage, thumbs teasing both nipples. They pebbled further, and at this point Rose could feel the want dripping down her thighs, even in the water.

Rose hummed in agreement, settling her hands on his hips at the waistband to steady herself as her head dropped back, eyes fluttering closed as she pushed her chest into his touch. This had been one of her fantasies when she booked the trip. Being pleasured by her lover in the warm sun, carefree and happy.

“You’re gorgeous,” he murmured, still toying with her breasts.

“You talkin’ to me or the girls?” His first body had been fairly subtle, and it was only rare occasions she would catch him ogling her. After the regeneration, though, he’d lost all tact, blatantly looking and getting distracted to boot. Not that she’d minded. In fact, it had been major boost to her ego, at the time still slightly bruised from Jimmy and Mickey’s indiscretions.

“Uh…”

“S’all right,” she teased, throwing caution to the wind. “When I get you naked, I expect to be havin’ conversations with a specific part of your anatomy, so it’s only fair.” And she snuck a hand between them to cup him through the swimming trunks.

His eyes went wide, and he swallowed harshly several times before attempting a high-pitched, “Okay!”

Okay was right. Holy hell, Rose thought, skimming her fingers over the outline of him. He felt big, long and thick, and her pulse pounded between her thighs in anticipation.

“May- maybe we should just swim,” he choked out, letting go of her breasts and pulling back.

Rose blinked, confused and a little hurt. “Um, yeah. Sure.” Watching him begin to swim laps she remembered what he’d said, and flushed. He’d gotten overwhelmed and run, she’d followed, and they’d ended up going even further. Nice job, doofus. Climbing out of the pool she dug out her bikini top and the tank, putting them both on before going back in the water and swimming around by herself.

Eventually he relaxed, starting a splash war, and they had innocent fun playing together until the sun started to set.

“Blimey, I’m beat,” the Doctor groaned, collapsing on one of the loungers as Rose dropped into the one next to him.

“We should start dinner.”

Their eyes met, and they burst into laughter.

“Takeaway?”

“I could do with a pizza,” she suggested. “We’ve got beer and wine to go with it. Eat around back, watch the sunset.”

“So long as they deliver.” His eyes were fluttering closed, and within seconds he began to snore.

Groaning, Rose climbed to her feet again, going inside to find the takeaway menus the owner had left behind. Finding one for pizza, she placed the order for delivery. With forty-five minutes until it arrived, she hopped in the shower. And if her fingers happened to slip between her thighs, she refused to feel guilty for it.

Coming out of the bedroom belting her dressing gown, she found the Doctor rummaging in the fridge. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he replied, voice muffled. “D’you want beer or wine? Or something else?”

“Beer,” she decided, “and water. Let’s save the froofy concoctions for another day.”

He emerged with two bottles each of beer and water, setting them on the counter. “How long?”

“Another ten minutes?” she guessed, just as a horn honked from outside. “Or now?” She reached for the money she’d already set out on the counter, but he snatched it away.

“You are not answering the door like that,” he said firmly, skating a lingering gaze over her before moving towards the door.

Rose just smirked, loosening the belt a little before picking up the drinks and moving outside to the table. The Doctor followed a moment later, setting the pizza down in front of her and taking the seat across. The wooden bench was warm so she grabbed a towel to sit on, curling up on it with one foot flat, leaning against her thigh. He was doling out slices, nearly dropping hers when he noticed the bare expanse of her leg.

“Uh…”

“All right?” she asked, suddenly unsure. Technically he couldn’t see anything impolite, but she did want to tease him. “Erm, listen,” she started, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I’m sorry if I pushed you too hard earlier, or made you feel uncomfortable.”

He finished divvying up the pizza, closed the box, and took a long pull from his beer before answering. “Rose…” Her stomach dropped. “It’s just new. A physical relationship- that’s just not… natural to me. Don’t misunderstand, I want it, I want to… continue exploring this with you, but it’s not my way- not the way of my people. And it was okay, before, because I was still me- not that I’m not now- well, I’m not, but not like that- it’s just… just another change. And if I was still Time Lord I’d probably be able to handle it better, but as a human- physically, I mean- it’s just hard. And I mean that literally – I have appalling control over my physical reactions. There’s a war inside me. My body wants all of that, immediately, wants to bury itself inside you and never leave. My hearts- heart- wants to show you how much I love you, wants to find every possible way of expressing what’s inside it.”

He took a ragged breath. “But my mind… it’s still trying to come to terms with that. That… conditioning, when you’re a child and young adult, the norms, are incredibly hard to break away from. I’ve never done this before, had this kind of relationship. Sure, I’ve held hands with most companions, usually in the middle of trouble, but the kissing, and touching, and everything- that’s new. You’re the first- the only. And I’m trying, but sometimes I want it too much and have to slam on the brakes.”

Rose listened with tears in her eyes, longing to reach out and touch him. When he nodded and took another long drink, she started carefully. “I get it – there’s a lot going on behind the scenes, with this, for you. I want to help you with that, help you get to where you want to be. Doctor, I love you. Our relationship can be whatever it needs to, so long as at the end of the day we’re together. Or not, if that’s what you ultimately want. I want you to be happy. I want to make you happy, but not more than I want your happiness.”

She exhaled roughly, trying to sort her thoughts. “Look, I’ll be honest, I want sex. With you. But the ‘with you’ part’s more important than the ‘sex’ part.” Her eyes dropped to her beer, and she realized she’d been steadily picking at the label. “I just want to do this right. And God, I really want to stop using the phrase ‘I want’.”

He laughed, loudly, making her grin. “I want to do this right, too. And what we’ve been doing, so far, has been… more than I ever dreamed of. I just need time to… to ease into it. Okay?” And he reached his hand out towards her, palm up, flat on the table.

“Okay.” She exhaled, extending her own to meet his. “And whatever you want, or need, that’s okay. Just, try to keep me in the loop, yeah? If there’s something that would make it easier on you, say so- we’ll work it out.”

“I’ll try.” Then he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. “‘Whatever I want’, huh? If you really mean that…”

“Yeah?”

He just pumped his eyebrows again, gaze trailing over her chest deliberately. Rose burst into laughter, glancing around to make sure she couldn’t be seen before untying the dressing gown and letting it slip over her shoulders to pool at her waist. She felt ridiculous, eating pizza outdoors essentially naked, but the Doctor was still in just his swim trunks and if he wanted to ogle her, well, turnabout was fair play.

They spent dinner teasing and talking, debating the next day and what they wanted to see in Barcelona. Once the remaining food was stored in the fridge they moved to the outdoor sofa, stretching out together. Having slipped away to don a lacy pair of tiny knickers, Rose was content to stretch out half on top of him in nothing else. He’d changed as well, settling on boxers alone to not make her feel overdressed.

The sun was making its final descent, and Rose could think of nothing more romantic than watching it sink below the horizon lying in her- the Doctor’s arms. The mood seemed to shift between them as it grew dark, his wandering hands on her back growing bolder. Rose, for her part, was content to snuggle against him, letting him do as he liked while she rubbed her thumb against his side. The way they were situated her thighs naturally settled on either side of his leg, a delightful pressure it took effort not to rock down against. She could feel him growing against her hip, twitching every so often. She wanted desperately to touch him, to pleasure him, but didn’t want to push him beyond his comfort zone.

“So, is there anything to do tonight?” he murmured into her hair, and she had to fight back her first several suggestions.

“There’s a telly. I think there’s supposed to be some board games in a closet.”

“Scrabble?” he perked up, making her laugh.

“We can do whatever you want,” Rose said firmly, moving her hand to cup his hip just below the waistband, squeezing for good measure.

The Doctor went very still, hands flattening against her spine. “Maybe- Do you think- Could I-”

Raising her head, Rose tried to make her expression as open and inviting as possible. “What?”

“Could I… draw you?”

“What?” she repeated, propping herself up a little more to see him better.

“You know, a sketch.”

“You draw?” It wasn’t what she’d meant to say, but it was what came out, and it must’ve been harsher than intended because his face fell.

“Erm, yeah. Since I was a kid.”

“And you want to draw me?”

He bit his lip, grimacing. “Is that a problem? I certainly don’t have to, obviously, but you look so beautiful, and it’s something I’ve not done in ages- not since I was John Smith at least- long story for another time- and…”

“And?”

The Doctor couldn’t quite meet her eye. “It’s a drawing of you the other me’ll never have,” he mumbled.

Rose sat up, straddling his thigh as she stared at him in amazement. “That almost sounds like he’s got drawings of me.”

“Yeah, dozens.” He sounded surprised. “Most aren’t live- meaning you weren’t there when I did them- but…” he shrugged. “I’d get bored waiting for you to wake up.”

“Most?”

Now he turned sheepish and tentative, rubbing his hands along her thighs. “Well, you always left your door unlocked…”

“You drew me when I was asleep,” she extrapolated. “I was asleep, and you… what, missed me so much you’d come into my room?”

“Yes?”

After a moment, Rose melted. “I love you too, you big softy.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Only that you never joined me in bed.” She grinned at him, letting her tongue poke out the side of her mouth.

They stared at each other for a long moment. “Is that a ‘yes’?”

“Of course.” Rose didn’t move. “After all, you’ve already carved a statue of me – what’s a drawing? But seriously, love, I’d be honored. Erm, how would you draw me?”

“Uh…”

She bit her lip, hiding a smile. “Doctor, do you want to draw me naked?”

“The technical term is ‘nude’,” he said stiffly, sitting up straight as well. “And it’s entirely up to you.”

“Okay.” Kissing him hard, she reluctantly climbed off his lap. “You’re the artist, direct.”

“Let me grab some supplies,” he decided, pressing his lips to hers quickly. “Wait here.” He vanished back into the house, and she tried to settle on a possible pose. Like a pinup girl? The scene from Titanic? Sensual? Pornographic? Somewhere in the middle? Still in her knickers, or completely bare? How much of her did he want to draw anyway?

He jogged back with an armful of stuff, dumping it onto the ottoman in front of her. “Right, there’s not much light, but this should help.” He’d grabbed the lantern from the large table, lighting the candle and setting it on the ottoman. “Uh, what do you feel comfortable with?”

“How much of me do you want to draw?”

“Whatever you want.” He looked nervous, glancing her over. “Erm, I was kind of thinking, maybe stretched out on your side? On the couch?”

“Knickers?” Removing some of the pillows from it to give her more room she stretched out, trying a few different poses to see what she could sustain.

The Doctor swallowed harshly, staring at the scrap of material on her hips.

“Off?” she teased, lowering the waistband slightly.

“That- that would be okay,” he fumbled, and taking a deep breath Rose pulled them down, hoping the darkness would hide her blush. She was naked. In the dark. Outside. But she was with the Doctor, and she trusted him above all else. This wasn’t Jimmy, or even Mickey, and certainly not Mickey’s friend Vic.

“Now what?” Adorable as it was, his discomfort eased hers, making her feel more confident and open to the idea. She playfully popped her foot in the air, toes pointing straight up.

The Doctor inched closer, moving slowly as he settled his palm on her hip, making her shiver.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, turning her head to kiss whatever part of him she could reach, which turned out to be his forearm. “I trust you. Entirely.”

He relaxed, touch firmer as he shifted her. “On your side, please?”

Rose moved as directed, propping her head up with her hand before lying it down, resting on her arm as she would in bed. “How’s this?”

He slowly took her in, eyes lingering in the typical places, before adjusting how her calves lay. “Comfortable?”

“Perfect. Fair warning – I may fall asleep.”

The Doctor laughed, settling on the ottoman across from her and picking up an honest-to-God sketchbook. “That’s fine. If you change your mind at any point, just say so.”

And he put pencil to paper.

Despite her best intentions Rose must’ve drifted off at some point, because the next thing she knew he was shaking her awake.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, eyes fluttering open. “Did I ruin it?”

“Of course not,” he whispered, “but I’m done, and it’s late. Can I carry you to bed?”

Rose hesitated only a moment before nodding, and he scooped her up into a bridal carry. She snuggled into his arms, face pressed to his bicep, eyes drifting shut as he brought her through the house and only opening again when he set her on the bed. Moaning softly, she pulled him down on top of her. “C’mere.”

He tumbled on top of her, long lines pressed against her curves. He was hard, and it would be easy, so easy, to slip him out through the slit, to guide him inside her. But he wasn’t ready, and she had to respect that. Even if she was beginning to wonder if ‘death by sexual frustration’ was possible.

“I’ve gotta get dressed,” she sighed, pleased when he whimpered.

“Do you, though?”

Her eyes opened, and she gave him an amused grin. “You needed time.”

“Yeah, but sleeping naked’s a thing, though, isn’t it?” the Doctor protested. “Doesn’t mean we’ve got to- to-”

“Shag? No. But I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself. So, pajamas for both of us – at least for tonight.”

He rolled off of her with a groan, spreading out on the other side of the bed as Rose went to her luggage, digging around for her admittedly slinky nightgown. She didn’t want to, was loving the freedom of being naked and carefree around him, but she was too desperate for him – it wasn’t a good idea. Especially not if he was going to lie there in just tented boxers, looking like something out of a fragrance commercial. Fuck, she wanted him.

As a compromise she pulled the silky material over her head, not bothering to add knickers. She felt sexy and confident, and digging out her toiletries, sauntered into the bathroom. Her makeup was long gone, but she took her time with the rest of her routine until it came to the point of actively avoiding going out to the bedroom.

Taking a deep breath she pushed the doors open to find the Doctor snoring away on his side of the bed. Still in his boxers he hadn’t moved, and she just shook her head fondly. A quick wander through the house ensured all the lights were off and the doors locked, so she returned to the bedroom, killing the light there as well before climbing in.

As soon as her head hit the pillow the Doctor moved, wrapping himself around her. “Love?” she whispered, to only hear steady breathing in reply. Snuggling down, she let herself fall asleep in his arms.

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crowkingwrites · 5 years

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I Missed You

Pairing: Loki X Reader

Request: I’m terrible I know asking again, Loki x Reader where shes his wife who’s been asleep in a crystal under Asgard and the reason she’s down there is Loki and her had a fight about his want to take over Midgard and Thor goes to find her once Loki’s changed his ways as a gift because Loki thinks he’s the only one who knows what really happened to his wife? Sorry this one is long ^_^ ( @sugarwastaken

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Loki wrung his hands so much that Thor thought his fingers would stay moving that way. He pat his brother on the back, trying to settle him down. Both of them stood before an abandoned castle in Norway. The air was chilled and the wind whipped around them as if nature herself welcomed the gods on their homeland.

“Are you sure this is mine?” Loki asked. Thor patted his brother again.

“Yes, this is what you want, right?” Thor reassured him.

“Yes, but it’s just…it’s so large,” Loki’s wide eyes looked over his new home. The abandoned castle looked to be falling apart in places, but it still stood tall and away from people which is exactly what Loki had wanted. Since, Infinity War many things have changed across the globe. Loki and Thor still looked the same, but they were both wiser.

And Loki wanted to change. After all of his good deeds and helpful ways, Thor saw a true character growth in his brother. One that he thought he had lost. Of course, Asgard was always there, but Loki wanted something of his own. Some place of his own. The castle looked to intimidate him which Thor noticed right away.

“Why don’t we take a look inside?” Thor led the way as the gates of the castle opened for both of them. The stone masonry and the wood had seen better days, and dust had built up in crevices and ledges. Loki’s wide eyes looked around him. He still wrung his hands.

The previous owner graciously gave them both a tour of the castle after finding out who was to own it. Loki wasn’t himself. He made no snide remarks. He didn’t trick anyone. He couldn’t even muster up one little joke. Loki’s eyes shifted around the entire castle. It wasn’t until the previous owner shared stories about his family celebrating the holidays here when Thor caught Loki biting his lip in shame.

They thanked the owner for his time and they were left alone in the empty castle.

“Brother,” Thor reached out to him. “You don’t seem alright.”

“It’s a lot to have for myself,” Loki’s eyes shifted even more. “I suppose I’ll have room for all the books I want, of course.” He tried to smile. Thor nodded. An idea brewed in his mind like a slow stew coming to boil.

“Loki, what if I told you I had a way to fill this castle with things you want?” “I’d tell you that you’re lying and probably stab you again,” Loki sassed him back. Thor smiled to himself, thinking his idea could blow Loki away.

Asgard was mostly gone except for Loki’s biggest secret: his wife. Thor remembered her dearly. How much light she brought to Loki’s darkness. How Thor secretly watched his brother’s first kiss with her. It was after a party and she had dragged him away from everyone and into their Mother’s garden. She wrapped her arms around him and placed the gentle kiss on the blushing boy.

Thor was honored to stand by his brother’s side as they got married. Loki still blushed while he wore all of his armor, including the golden horns. Thor had whispered every variation of a ‘horny’ joke he could that day. Then, he watched Y/N walk down the aisle in a beautifully long golden dress. He knew Loki would kill him if Thor looked for too long, but everyone was. She was gorgeous and shining.

Thor wished he could say that their marriage blossomed after the wedding, but not long after, Thor was banished. Loki ruled and the power went to his head. Y/N tried her best to keep him grounded. They had fights, but none of them as big as when Loki screamed at her in front of everyone. Thor wasn’t there, but Lady Sif had told him.

Loki had Y/N in chains when she saw her. Her wrists were chained to the ground, too heavy for her to run. Sif wanted to break her free and keep her away from Loki. Still, she acted the part of being a happy wife. Until, Y/N said something out of line. Loki unleashed his wrath on her.

She was exhausted. She had enough. Loki shared his desire to take over Midgard for both of them. They could rule like true gods there. Y/N couldn’t recognize the man she fell in love with anymore. After Loki dropped into the void, Y/N encased herself in a crystal. She wasn’t able to cope with the sadness and the anger she felt. She never believed Loki was dead. When he came back to Asgard, Y/N’s letter was there waiting for him.

She was not. She was asleep, waiting for the day her true husband could come back to her.

Loki searched under Asgard for several nights for her. In fact, Loki mourned for months after Asgard was gone because he never found her. Thor did, of course.

Sif and the Warriors Three had wanted to protect Y/N from Loki at all costs, so they put her where Loki couldn’t find her. On Midgard with SHIELD where she would be safe. Thor entered their headquarters in underground New York.

She was still the same as she once was when she went to sleep. Thor opened the crystal himself. He may not be his brother, but Thor knew some magic. His fingers ignited the light on the crystal. Runes lit up and unlocked the case as steam fogged the ground and rose to fade away in the air.

Y/N blinked her eyes and sat up. “Thor? What are you doing here? Did Loki bring you back to take the crown?” Her smile was big and her heart beat like a butterfly. Thor smiled down at his sister-in-law. She touched his short hair.

“What happened to your hair? How long has it been?”

“You and I have a lot to talk about,” Thor nodded. “Hurry now, we have to be on our way.” Thor reached out for Y/N’s hand.

The helicarrier landed on the country grass where it was tall and thick. Thor knocked on the door of Loki’s castle. He already saw some progress he made with it. New light fixtures lit up the outside of the castle. Some of it was under reconstruction. Loki opened the door to see his brother and frowned.

“Have you returned with gifts? To fill this castle like you claimed?” Loki said annoyed.

“I have returned with one gift,” Thor explained. “It was a long trip, but we’re here now.”

“We?” Loki questioned. His eyes widened as he saw Y/N poke her head out from behind Thor. Her smile towards him was rewarded with a tight embrace and a deep kiss. Loki held her face in his hands for what seemed like a long time. He couldn’t believe she was here.

“You found her. How did—

“We wanted to make sure she was safe. We’ve kept her for some time,” Thor smiled. Y/N touched Loki’s face.

“Thor told me everything,” Y/N said.

“Everything?” Loki said nervously.

“Everything,” Y/N placed a chaste kiss on her husband and hugged him again. “I’ve missed you.” Loki’s face softened. He buried his face in her neck and whispered words only she could hear.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” Loki gently told her. He brought her into the castle as her eyes looked around wide. “This is ours. All ours, if you want it.”

Another smile lit up her entire face as she looked around her new home. “I love it.”

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jacksonroseroth · 6 years

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In The Eyes Of The King Chapter 1

Warnings: Fluff

Words: 1,391

Previously on, Is Thicker Than The Water Of The Womb

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It was two years since Tora left and true to his word, Ivar had not loved another woman since. In her absence and with Aslaug’s death by Lagertha, Ivar crowned himself king and the true heir to Ragnar Lothbrok. While Lagertha drove the brothers out of Kattegat, save Bjorn, they set up camp in King Harald’s kingdom of Rogaland to raise an army bigger and stronger than Lagertha’s to take Kattegat back.

“Cheat! You’re nothing but a cheat!!” Ubbe cried as Ivar chuckled to himself as he took Ubbe’s pieces from the board.

“Ah. No cheat, brother. Simply smarter than you.” Ivar teased. The tent flap opened behind him and a soldier walked in.

“My King. There is someone to see you.” He said. Ivar waved him away.

“Not now. I’m busy.” Ivar said.

“But, sire…” Ivar slammed his fist on the table and repeated, “I said I’m busy!”

“Too busy for me, my King?” Ubbe’s head shot up and Ivar stilled at the voice. Slowly, Ivar looked up, seeing the smile spread across Ubbe’s face. Ivar turned, stunned to see Tora standing in his tent. He stood, quickly.

“Tora. Is-Is this...Are you…?” He stammered. He hurried to her, wanting to wrap his arms around her and never let go. But Tora stopped him just short, only allowing him to cup a hand on her cheek and beam down at her. He laughed, softly and said, “If this is a dream, it is one I never want to wake from.”

Tora giggled and shook her head. “No dream.” She said, reaching up and touching his cheek. “I am here with you.”

Ivar’s smile couldn’t be contained as he ducked his head down to kiss her. Tora turned her head and placed a hand on his chest to stop him.

“Ivar...I must speak with you…” She glanced around the tent. “In private?”

Immediately, Ivar shooed everyone away.

“Go!” He cried. “Go. Go, leave us. Now.”

Everyone mumbled as they left the tent, Ubbe stopping by Tora and touching her shoulder gently. Ivar moved around her to make sure everyone was out as Tora went to his chair and ran a hand over the wood.

“No one is to disturb us for any reason,” Ivar said sternly to the man at the entrance. He tied the flaps shut and turned to Tora, beaming. He went to her again, desperate to kiss her and hold her against him, but still, she stopped him.

“Ivar, we need to talk.” She said. Ivar nodded and chuckled, sliding a hand into her hair.

“Yes, yes. Anything. But please, my love...One kiss.” He breathed softly, nuzzling against her cheek and into her hair. “Just one, Tora. I’ve missed you for so long, I cannot bear another moment.”

“It is important business,” Tora said, unable to help the soft chuckle in her voice as Ivar’s nose slid over her skin and to her own. Ivar chuckled.

“We can talk all you want, my love. Please...Just...One...Kiss…” Their faces teased each other, their lips slowly inching closer until Tora finally gave in with a giggle and let Ivar’s lips slide across hers, sealing a deep, slow kiss. Tora’s fingers curled around his shirt as Ivar held her close, sinking every single second into that kiss. When the kiss broke, Ivar tried for another but Tora pulled back, slightly, with a giggle. His eyes opened and looked down at her as she pressed a finger to his lips.

“You said one, my love.” She said softly. A soft, playful growl formed in the back of his throat as he chuckled while Tora slipped out of his arms and rounded the table to sit.

“How, uh, how was your trip?” He asked, taking a seat as well. Tora nodded and smiled.

“Good.” She said.

“You made it to your village?” He asked, picking up his cup and sipping from it. He was so overjoyed to see her, he didn’t notice how her smile faltered.

“I did.” She said, her voice dropping to a more somber tone.

“And were you able to find Rolf’s necklace? The one he gave you?” Ivar asked with an amused chuckle. While Tora was touched he remembered that story after two years, it brought her no comfort.

“Yes, I did.” Ivar chuckled and nodded, turning to grab the pitcher of ale next to him. “Along with my mother.”

Ivar froze, his hand halfway to the pitcher, and looked at her. His smile quickly faded as he said, “Your mother…She is alive.”

Tora nodded. Ivar sighed and a small smile came over him as he reached over to take Tora’s hand.

“That’s wonderful news, Tora. I’m happy for you.” He said.

“She’s just as I remember her, the day I was taken,” Tora said, her lips touched with a small smile.

“Is she here?” Ivar asked, glancing behind him. “Did you bring her? I should like to meet her.”

“She didn’t come with me,” Tora said. When Ivar gave her a puzzled look, she continued, “She said she would never sail again...Not after what happened to my father.”

Ivar blinked. “Keld made it over? She must have been so happy.” Ivar said with a smile. Tora shook her head.

“My father is dead,” Tora said. Ivar blinked again.

“Keld died at sea?”

“ Not ...Keld…” Tora said, raising her voice a little louder and closing her eyes briefly. She looked at Ivar who was now utterly lost. Tora took a breath and said, “Keld is not my father. He never was. My true father and brother died at sea when they first left on their journey back to Norway...A month before the raid.”

Ivar rubbed his hand over his chin as he sighed. “How-How can this be? Keld knew so much.”

“My mother said Keld and his son wanted to hurt Ragnar.” Tora started, standing and pacing, briefly. “Something about revenge for the settlement of Wessex. Keld came to Kattegat in disguise to see which of his sons he would kill as revenge.”

“We avenged the settlement long ago!” Ivar shouted. Tora nodded.

“I know, but Keld wasn’t satisfied. When he saw me, he knew I was the one that would hurt Ragnar and his family most.”

“Then how did he find out so much, hmm?” Ivar asked. “ You didn't even know your mother was alive.”

“When I got to my village, she was shocked to see me alive. She had assumed Keld had me killed already.” Tora said. “She told me that he tracked me down, where I came from, who I was. He tracked down the village to find anyone who knew me. My mother said when she went to him in tears of joy as he asked about me, Keld threatened her in order to get information that would convince me that he was my father.”

“He assumed you would leave with him...Then he would kill you.” Ivar said with a sigh. Tora nodded. Ivar shook his head and said, “But Ragnar was dead by the time they reached Kattegat!”

“He must have realized how much more I meant to you and the others when you protected me,” Tora said.

“And you decided to stay, still.”

“That is why I believe he killed Rolf and framed you. He might have thought I would hate you and leave with him.” Ivar’s rage melted as he gave a small smile.

“You believe me?” He asked. Tora couldn’t hold herself back anymore. With a small smile, she went to him, sliding onto his lap. Ivar’s chest filled with excitement as he slid his arms around her waist, this being the first time she’d done this.

Tora smiled and slid her fingers over his cheek. “I never doubted you, Ivar. But with the information I had then, I couldn’t stay in Kattegat. Things would have gotten worse. I had to leave.” She said, softly. Ivar nodded and kissed her shoulder.

“It broke my heart, seeing you leave,” Ivar said, softly as he rested his chin on her shoulder. Tora slid her arms around his neck to cradle his head on her chest.

“I didn't do it to hurt you, Ivar.” She whispered to him.

“I know.” He buried his face in her neck and held her tight. “I’m just happy you are back.”

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sjelaine · 6 years

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Translation of the interview parts in Stories from Norway, Episode 2

Stories from Norway, ep 2: Superstar in Norway On October 29, 2015 Justin Bieber holds a concert in Oslo. After one song Bieber notices water spilled on the stage. He stops the concert and leaves the country. Stavanger Afterblad: “Justin Bieber yelled at fans and walked off stage” Hundreds of disappointed fans are left behind. This is the story of what really happened that day. Sara: I was one of the first to win tickets. You can’t prepare for it: “Oh shit, I’m going to a concert in a week!” It was very sudden – boom! Sagal: I found out I won tickets the DAY before! It was very strange to realize that I was one of only 800 people. But I got a grip – I had to prepare myself to see Justin Bieber! Solveig: I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy. So the day before, I found out that I was going to a concert. Sagal: I love Justin Bieber in every possible way; I admire him, I look up to him, he’s my role model and he has been for a long time. Anne: What I like about Justin is that he’s a talented artist, he’s a very good singer, he has a beautiful voice, and he’s also great looking. ————- Daniel Eriksen, NRK: Justin Bieber arrived at the airport. There were many press members and a lot of people. Morten Hegseth, VGTV: The press coverage was insane. It just took off. “Hello and welcome to our Justin Bieber panel! We’re on our way up to find Justin Bieber.” Female reporter: Justin Bieber is arriving any minute now! Hegseth: It’s like a presidential inauguration or a World Cup final. We’re working as hard at this as people work to uncover big political scandals. ————- Hegseth: That was a special interview. Eriksen: It wasn’t very journalistic. Hegseth: Justin just took over the studio. You could see that Thomas and Harald had lost control. Justin on the other hand, he had good control. Karen Brynildsen, Topp: I would say Thomas and Harald looked a bit uncomfortable. Eriksen: They looked weak. They let themselves be walked all over; I remember I had a strong reaction to it. Hegseth: Norwegians have a more extreme relationship to Justin Bieber than other people. He has said himself that Norwegian beliebers are a bit crazier than other fans. ————- Brynildsen: There was an extreme, almost agressive atmosphere… Lars Mjøsen, Police Captain: I was there at Chateau Neuf. There were a couple hundred people, mostly girls that screamed at every black car that arrived. It was fresh in our minds what had happened during some previous visits, so we were prepared. And to be prepared, what’s important is to know what kind of audience you’re dealing with, and how they might react. A field trip can be helpful. (field trip…field trip…field trip) Henning Kristiansen, Pro Sec: In this case, I believe it was England. The Police’s Field Trip to England Mjøsen: When you go on a trip like that, you remain in contact with the police there. The people who have the same job in that country. It’s natural when we’re gaining experience in another country. Kristiansen: So our police met with the local police. To find out how they prepare for this, how their experiences have gone. Field Exercises Anne: When Justin arrived on stage, fans screamed and cried.. Everyone was really happy. It was lit in there when he came out! Sagal: He sang “Boyfriend”. He sang great and he danced. I was so happy I was crying, I was totally stoked. Solveig: I can’t even describe what it felt like to see Justin. You’re so happy you just want to cry. Marte: He came out and he was going to talk to us for a bit. So he walked to the edge of the stage. He had a water bottle. Anne: He decided to throw the bottle into the audience, because everyone was yelling for the water bottle. Marte: He dropped it, and it didn’t have a lid, so it spilled on the edge of the stage. Kristiansen: We didn’t understand the gravity of the situation when he first pointed out the water. Brynildsen: So he walked to the back of the stage to get a shirt he had discarded earlier. Sara: He took it and walked over to dry off the stage. There were a couple of people who started to pull on the shirt while he was wiping. Morten: It became a tug-of-war. Brynildsen: He stopped and said, “Hey! Stop, don’t touch me.” Anne: He said, “I’m done” and he left. Sara: I saw that the dancers were confused; “What’s happening?” That’s when I knew something had happened. ————- Gjermund Moastuen, Universal: So then there wasn’t a concert. Kristiansen: As soon as he walked off, I went backstage to the dressing room area to find out what was happening and to get ready for the next scenario. I became aware that he had gone directly out and gotten in a car and left. He just took a Norwegian driver and left; hopped in a car and drove off. Brynildsen: I will say that I’ve learned that big stars are people too. Even Justin has a breaking point. He’s not just a machine that stands onstage and does what he’s told. He’s not a puppet. Sara: I think he had just had a really long day. Everyone needs a break sometimes. And you don’t know when that’ll be. Suddenly it’s all just too much. And then this kind of thing happens. Solveig: People need to realize he’s not made of iron. He's just like us. ————- Sara: Being a belieber means supporting him. If he does something wrong you don’t say it’s okay. But you don’t abandon him. Bieber’s private jet left the airport a few hours later. Vikebladet: “Bieber flew over Sunnmøre. He may have seen the light from Hareid on his way home” Three weeks after the concert in Oslo, Bieber performed “Sorry” at the AMAs. The stage was completely covered in water. Fan 1: I’m still a Bieber fan. Fan 2: Me too. Solveig: I still love him just as much. Fan 1: It’s his job. You don’t always have a good day at work.

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imagine-loki · 6 years

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Dear Diary

TITLE: Dear Diary

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 1 of 4 AUTHOR: Eclectica-posts ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki comforting you when you’re crying. He knows exactly what to do or say to help you through it. RATING: Maure, with a lot more mature in further chapters NOTES/WARNINGS:

THOR RAGNAROK SPOILERS

Smut, fluff and bad jokes.

The children of Asgard weren’t the only ones of that cliff in Norway.

Sophie recalls the events of Sakaar and Ragnarok from her point of view, as she found herself thrust into a Universe beyond her imagining, and meets a familiar face.

— This is Chapter 1, 3 more to be uploaded, smut starts from Chapter 2.

Canon compliant, it’s written with the same timeline and series of events as per Thor Ragnarok - like a story line that happened but didn’t make it into the film.

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Chapter 1 - The beginning

Dear Diary,

Wow, those are words I haven’t typed for about 20 years, when I outgrew my 12 year old obsession with documenting my every moment. So, why now? Why the need to write this?

Maybe it’s because it might give me a way to actually understand and come to grips with what has happened over the last few weeks. It’s also because there are somethings that I definitely want to remember - which reminds me. If anyone else ever reads this I have to warn you there will be swearing and, let’s just say, things of a very very personal nature that occurred that I am going to write down in great detail. Because those things I definitely don’t want to forget about. I should also warn any readers that this isn’t a full account of what happened on Sakaar or the fall of Asgard. I wasn’t at all of it, and I’m no good at recounting battles or epic heroics I’m afraid. Luckily Asgardians are great at three things: feasting, drinking and writing sagas. Read those. They are also very good dressers, sort of like a celestial GAP look, all very colour coordinated.

Sorry, I digress. Anyway, the most important reason I’m writing this is that I don’t know what is going to happen tomorrow, and I’m scared that whatever ‘this’ is won’t be this when I tell him what I need to. He’s here now in the room with me, laying under the gold silk sheets as I write this at the desk nearby. Asleep he looks almost angelic, with a body that sets me so completely alight that I’m going to have to work hard not to become very distracted…

Ok, so to start this at the right point I’m going to give a bit of context about why I was in Norway standing on a clifftop in the first place. A few months before, although it seems a lifetime now, my ex decided to become my ex. He had decided that he ‘didn’t see a future for them going forward because she was too emotionally distant and could do with losing a few pounds’ but apparently did see a future in her size 6 ex-room mate he was now shagging. Emotionally distant of course because I was still grieving for my mother I had lost last year, spending months travelling down to Cornwall to support her through her cancer and working a crap job because it was the only thing I could get when we moved to Reading so my boyfriend could start his dream job. Although how anything counts as a dream job in sodding IT, I don’t know. I know I sound bitter, and I was. I was also sad, confused and desperately wanting to start over. So I’d finally made the trip to Norway, to honour my mother’s wishes and to rid my head, and heart, of my ex.

As to why I had to go to a random cliff in Norway? All I knew is that my mother had wanted me to go there, to understand about where I had come from. I loved that woman will all my heart but the one thing I regretted was that she never, ever spoke about my father and I never pushed because I didn’t want to hurt her, and so Norway was all I had.

The locals had told me the views from the cliffs were stunning, and they’d been right, so I hadn’t been surprised to realise I was sharing the panoramic views with another. Just ahead stood the figure of an old man wearing a slightly tatty linen suit, just staring into the distance. I’d sat on a nearby pile of rocks, nestled in the long grass from the breeze and hopefully giving him the solitude he perhaps wanted, and that I too had come for.

It sort of went a bit weird then because had been those rocks that only a few moments later I’d found myself hiding behind as, and this was the only phrase that seemed to make any sense at the time and now, “shit got weird” when two men had arrived through a circle of fire. When that sort of quieted down, I peeked over the top to see a woman in black with antlers appearing through a black storm cloud. At this point I have to admit, I’m not particularly heroic so I had crouched back down, ignoring the growing cramp in my legs, and hoped that they might just all go away.

Of course, that was the moment that I got dragged up a column of rainbow lights and then dumped on a completely different planet.

Things had then gone from bad to frightening when I woke up dazed on a rubbish tip being considered as a snack by extras from a Mad Max movie.It had only been good luck that I’d been picked up by one of the many small space ships circling through the air on the lookout for new arrivals. Grabbed by someone who smelt appallingly I’d been chained, stabbed in the neck with a big metal button and then manhandled into the vessel.

I hadn’t immediately noticed that there was another passenger, he was sitting silently, looking as at home as you could wearing chains and with someone threatening you with a gun. Although, to be fair, he is pretty used to being in chains.

I can still remember the slight smile on his face when he had glanced over at me as his gaze took in my denim shorts and ripped t-shirt. He then promptly ignored me, trying instead to engage our captor in polite conversation. Of course, I’d recognised him in an instant, he’d been there on the cliffs - not dressed the same, but I was pretty sure it was him, before I’d dived behind the rocks a second time. Yes, I know, not the most heroic of actions - but I’d got a huge fright when they had suddenly appeared out of ring of fire.

But what froze me in terror was that I had also recognised him from the news reports a couple years ago - Loki, God of Asgard. He wasn’t wearing those stupid horns, but almost every inhabitant of Earth had seen the news footage and read the stories about what he had done in Stuttgart and in New York and been horrified. The brutality, the obvious disdain for human life, and here he was, almost within touching distance. I put my head down but kept looking over at him, hoping like hell he wouldn’t notice. It was like finding a wild animal suddenly in your lounge, a wolf perhaps, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to stroke its beautiful fur or run away screaming.

And the truth was that he was beautiful - and it was completely unfair that I looked like someone who’d been dumped in a pile of crap and dragged through it, while his black and green leather clothes looked immaculate and tailored to his lean body. Seeing him in person, and while not in the middle of causing death and destruction, I had to admit that he was better looking in person and that he had a certain physical appeal - if you were into beautiful, magnetically attractive men. Who thought that ‘mortals’ were best placed on their knees, worshipping him. I felt my face redden and cursed myself for it. How could I even think of that?

The creature with the gun shouted something and my head was viciously yanked up by my hair, exposing my neck and the gold chain around it. The pain as it was torn from my neck was nothing compared to the instant devastation I felt.

“No, not that, please not that, take anything else but that. It was my mother’s “ I screamed, sobbing. She’d always worn it, a small golden rune on a chain. I had no idea what the symbol meant, except that it meant everything to me. The bastard just laughed and took it into the pilot to show him his trophy. After all the stuff that had happened to me, that was the one thing that nearly broke me. It sounds like such a little thing, but it kept her memory close to me and I was desolate.

“Stop your mewling! Rule One of survival - don’t show any weakness”. Loki paused. “Although as I expect you’re from Earth, that might be difficult given your innate nature as a race.”

That stopped my crying. I turned my head slowly and stared at him in disbelief. (just realising I feel like I should be footnoting this thing, because Loki now swears he was, sort of, trying to help. Not entirely convinced by that though. Sorry, as I was saying)

“What?” my tone was hard yet calm. It was the same tone of voice I had used when my ex boyfriend had told me that our three year relationship was over.

“Why don’t you shove your ‘advice’ up your arse, with that ridiculous horned thing you decided to wear when you unsuccessfully tried to invade my planet?” I continued, my previous despair replaced with righteous anger?

“So why don’t you fuck back off to Asgard, OH NO you can’t because you are in chains as WELL!!!”

At that point I decided to look intently out of the window on my side of the ship and watch the piles of waste and discarded bits of junk from everywhere in the Universe flash by underneath. I did hear something that sounded a little like a chuckle but I was determined not to gratify him with any more of my time.

So by the time we were presented to the ‘Grandmaster’ (seriously though, who calls themselves that?) Loki looked calm, in control and put on the charm and I stood there mute and angry. I was also overwhelmed by the vast size and sheer weird beauty of the building and people around me while I was looking like hell and definitely wishing I was wearing more clothes. Loki had ignored me on the way here, and I had ignored him, except for an occasional glance just to make sure that he was ignoring me as much as I was ignoring him. His mind was apparently elsewhere, trying to work the odds, find an angle to his advantage, I concluded.

I remember standing in front of the Grandmaster, trying to loosen the metal bands they had fitted around my wrists, staring at all very busy and beautiful people in the huge rooms around us. It was like being in the middle of a huge and very wonderful party, but not because I was in chains, and not in a good way. Given the reception and introduction we had been provided with, I knew that the Master must indeed be very powerful and scary but it was hard to take anyone seriously when they had on too much electric blue eyeliner and face paint.

I think I was very tired because it took all my effort to drag my attention back to the conversation that Loki and the Master had struck up, getting on famously. The only thing I was getting, I noticed, was withering looks from the Grandmaster’s grim female assistant who was holding a very ominous orange headed stick.

“And her…” Three sets of eyes descended on me. Oh fuck, they were talking about me.

“Did she come with you. Is this your pet then?” The Grandmaster asked Loki, gesturing languidly in my direction.

I looked at Loki who seemed to be considering an answer, his lips curling into either a grin or denial. The complete unfairness of the situation and the crap of the last few hours finally took their toll.

“His!?” I positively snarled at the Grandmaster who slightly recoiled at my vehemence.

“Like fuck I am. I’ve got better taste than that. He tried to invade Earth and make slaves of us all! I’d rather die. I’d rather cut out my heart with a spoon than have anything to do with the slimy git!”

“Apologies, she has a rather indelicate turn of phrase” said Loki, using a condescending tone that made me want to kick him really really hard.

“OOh feisty, we like feisty don’t we Topaz?” beamed the Grandmaster, although I was getting a bit worried about the way she seemed to be still pointing at me with the big orange headed stick.

“Feisty, I’ve give you fucking feisty!!” I desperately pulled against the two guards holding my arms, but stopped, a little unsure of wisdom of those last words as the Grandmaster seemed to be considering them as an actual option, well at least Topaz did. Loki on the other hand, looked amused by my outburst which did not improve my mood.

The Grandmaster smiled “ Loki, I have to say I like a man with ambition, even if it doesn’t quite succeed” He seemed to really like Loki, but his smile faded slightly as he turned back to me, and I got worried.

“but you young lady - while I appreciate your spirit and your desperation to end your wretched existence, death is such a boring thing, let’s make this fun.” He turned to his dour companion Topaz

“She’s got a bit of get up and go, let’s see if she’s a contender”. As I was dragged away, I looked back at Loki who shrugged almost apologetically and then gone back to his conversation with his new friend.

“Fucker” I may have growled.

Well, I had been wrong to worry about the inappropriate shortness of my shorts and tshirt- clothing wise things had only gotten worse, well, minimal was probably a more accurate term. I’d been thrown into a weird sort of circular cell and had my own clothes taken away so I was forced to wear what I supposed was some sort of gladiator outfit. The cell was already occupied by a couple of human sort of looking men, a rock man (Korg, love Korg), a sort of large slug like creature with knives for hands. And me. Dressed up in what could only described as like a really anti feminist pervy Wonder woman costume - if, given the smell and the stains, Wonder woman had been wearing something that had been rather obviously worn by at least 10 women before, all of whom had had boobs at least a cup size smaller than me. It came with a skirt, although the term was rather too generous for the three inches of fabric that made contact with the very tops of my thighs. It was mostly of tan leather, as were most of what the others were wearing. I looked like an extra from Spartus.

After a very uncomfortable night, due to a) not really having anywhere to sleep b) being quite aware that some of the other gladiators were a little too interested in me (although Korg did make himself my unofficial bodyguard), we went down to the arena area for ‘sparring practice and weapon stuff’. This mostly involved me picking through racks of weapons on the first day, with absolutely no idea of what to do with any of them. Some looked positively gruesome and too heavy to consider. Korg had tried to help and in the end I went for a battered sword I could at least lift and a small shield. He tried to teach me some decent blocks so I’d at least last a few seconds without losing my head, but lovely guy though he is, he can be a little downbeat and he seemed pretty pessimistic about my chances at survival.

Not that I could blame him. Any athletic prowess was due to about 5 crossfit classes I had attended over the last year and the occasional (slow) job around my local park. Given that my complete fighting knowledge came from watching late night Vikings and Game of Thrones box sets, I couldn’t blame Korg for his low estimate of my survival chances.

The next day we were told that we would fight in the evening, and that I’d have my own, personal 1 to 1 fight. Korg whistled softly when he heard this and looked even more concerned - well, as concerned as a face made out of granite can look I suppose.

“Wow man, that’s really unlucky” was all he would say really, and then patted me on the shoulder. Not only did that hurt, it also made me very worried. I later found out that most women who were gladiators got to do sort of group fights, more for the spectacle of women wearing not very many clothes manhandling each other to the delight of the crowd. Sort of mud wrestling but with no mud, and with a blunted sword. For some reason that wasn’t going to be my fate - the other team no longer had a female gladiator at all, so I was going to have a real fight against a guy, with a very sharp sword. Apparently the audience at these things liked to see women bleed as well.

I should have been panicking, crying, shitting myself in fear, but although I hated him for it, I knew Loki was right. Weakness wouldn’t get me through this.

On the afternoon before ‘kick-off’ we spent time getting ready in a holding area, which for some weird reason was beside a bar - taking the whole gladiator spectator sport to yet a new level. Unfortunately we seemed to draw quite a crowd as gamblers and punters tried to decide who would be a good bet. I noticed that I attracted a bit of interest as a novelty, but I could have laid bets I was being touted as a short-lived one.

“Nice outfit, very ….fetching..” I looked up from where I was sharpening my new sword to see him standing on the other side of the laser wires that separated the two areas.

To be honest, I had really tried not to think about him at all over the last few days. I had certainly not let myself consider whether I should have waited to hear his answer - and what would I would be doing now if he had said yes. I refused to acknowledge that I felt any attraction for him, although I had a horrible suspicion that my mind and body were of different opinions on this. I could feel my whole skin prickle when he was near and my breath catch in my chest. Meanwhile my mind that kept screaming that he was completely and utterly bad news -quite literally. Perhaps some of my reaction was fear - I was entirely justified in being afraid of him.

I’d watched CNN, seen the destruction, the terror and the utter contempt for human life. What was it that he had said in Germany? Oh, that was it, he thought that ‘mortals’ should kneel before him in submission. Fuck, that really didn’t help. Keeping my eyes firmly on his face, could feel my own face grow pinker. Yup, ok, that was definitely another thing not to think about…

“What do you want? Shouldn’t you be planning world domination, or doing whatever it is you are doing with the Grandmaster to stay alive?” I tried the sarcastic approach, and hoped he hadn’t noticed that he was getting to me.

“I’m having a short break. No, I thought I would come down, see what lovely new friends you were making… and of course give you that chance to beg for me to get you released ..” he drawled, with that cut glass almost upper class English accent he somehow had.

Never show weakness I thought as I tried a humourless chuckle and walked closer to the wires, our faces almost touching through the shimmering red lines.

“Fuck you” I said quietly.

“That is very much part of the plan, but first, I think the begging” his voice was soft as his eyes took a languid look over my body which I knew my leather outfit only accentuated. I felt myself blush deeper as I took in the intention behind his words. This wasn’t going well.

“ I never beg for anything” I replied, trying rid of my voice of any tremor.

“When you change your mind, and you will… I’ll be here” He laughed and started to walk away, but paused, then turned back to where I was still standing at the barrier. His smile and swagger had gone, this was a different Loki to the one just seconds ago.

“Take this” he slide a slim blade under the lazers and I picked it up. I’d never thought a knife could be beautiful before, but this one was. Narrow, with a curved smooth bit to hold it, it gleamed dark black, almost green. I’d never seen anything like it. I looked at him questioningly, confused as to why he was giving it to me.

“Put it inside your boot, you won’t be able to feel it, but when you reach for it, it will be there” I did as he told me, and he was right, I couldn’t feel any discomfort having it shoved down there - just a sense of security.

He’d completely flummoxed me, why was he being helpful?

“Rule 2: whenever possible - cheat. I’ve got a large wager on you tomorrow, try not to die” and then he left, and I just stood there watching him go and trying to work out whether I should feel grateful. I decided against it.

So, yeah, the fight. We were the red team, I knew this because slaves would come up and daub us with stripes of the colour, so I looked like Wonder woman but with red face paint. There were a few planned fights each tournament. Korg and Miekke went out for a group pitched battle - five of ours against five of theirs. Three returned, the last one bleeding heavily, he fell into back into our holding pen. I went to go over to help but Korg held me back.

“Nothing we can do but wait, chest wound, poor Doug” he said sadly

Two solo fights - firstly huge mountain of a man fighting a similar sized fighter from the blue team. We watched through the bars of the arena gates as he lost quickly and was dragged off. Nerves, fear, I’m not sure how to explain how I felt when I entered the arena.

I was deafened by the roar of the crowds above here, and almost paralyzed by the overwhelming spectacle of it all. Fear had turned to gut wrenching panic as I’d seen my opponent enter from the other side - it took all my will not to run screaming back to the gate through which I’d been pushed and beg to be let back in. I knew that was death, I’d get a sword to the back as soon as I turned, but how could I stand and face the alternative? The guy opposite me was huge, massive arms holding a sword twice the size of mine.

And then, well I really don’t remember much. Maybe ask Korg, he saw it. All I can recall, apart from small disjointed fragments is a clarity and stillness that I’d felt as my opponent had charged at me. I’d had the same feeling before, when I was in a car accident, skidding off an icy road on a sharp bend. Everything slowed down, everything became crystal clear. I can remember blocking his furious sword thrust and feeling like it was the most natural thing in the world when I spun and sliced through the back of his leather jerkin with my blade. It was like dancing, and I hadn’t realised I knew the steps.

At the end I found myself panting and bloody kneeling on the sand, the arena erupting into applause for “Red Red Red”, for me. I got up unsteadily, the come down from the adrenaline rush and exhaustion finally hitting me. Walking slowly back to the now open gate, I looked up to the Grandmaster’s box, with its long white couch and hordes of attendants standing behind. The Grandmaster was clapping excitedly, but at the far end I could see Loki, sitting, leaning forward, arms in his knees as he stared at me, his expression unreadable. I hoped he saw the middle finger I thrust into the air in his direction as I had limped off, clasping my hand to a cut my opponent had inflicted on my upper arm. I couldn’t look back as they dragged his body off the sand. I got into the pen and threw up until there was only bile left.

Weirdly though, that wasn’t the hardest thing emotionally I had to go through during my time on Sakaar. Worse was to come…

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