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thedashinggod · 10 years

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The nine realms? I cannot believe you midgardians do not know about them.

um Jotunheim? Muspelheim? What?

#c:scott

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thedashinggod · 10 years

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Greetings, Draumey Briem. The midgardian weather is confusing, but I do like the snow.

You’ll get used to it, eventually.

#i know i still owe you a para #i'll answer asap #sorry :c #c:draumey

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thedashinggod · 10 years

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This weather is so strange. One day it seems like we are in Jotunheim, and the next day is like in Muspelheim.

#sunystarter

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thedashinggod · 10 years

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Josh Dallas as Fandral the Dashing in Marvel’s ‘Thor’

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thedashinggod · 10 years

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Thor Deleted Scene: The Warriors Three and The Lady Sif

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thedashinggod · 10 years

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While Fandral admired her in silence, he sighed. He wasn't so different from her. Fandral was a warrior, and a good man, or that was how his friends described him, while them couldn't say the same about Amora, she was so different from them, from his friend Sif. She was the other one of his greatest loves of his youth, though she always prefered Thor over him. Amora was something more plathonical, he was young and fool at that time, and while he was handsome, he was not as dashing as now. Amora was probably one of the first women he found attractive, and while he had been with a lot of beautiful women, all of them were from different realms, the feeling was still there, and he believed everyone deserved a second chance. Even Thor thought the same.

He shrugged, smiling softly. "I was enjoying the view." He laughed slightly as he walked towards her. "I see you are back in you new form, dear Amora, and I have to say you are stunning." Amora was one of the most beautiful women of the nine realms, if she wasn't the most beautiful. When Amora became a teenager again, and that conversation they had before brought again those thoughts. "I apologise for interrupting you if I did. This is a nice place if you want to rest from those strange midgardian things, don't you think?"

Warriors and Witches and Hearts, Oh My! / Amora & Fandral

#SORRY FOR MAKING YOU WAIT SO LONG ;-;#DON'T HATE ME PLS #*loves patch*#p:amora

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thedashinggod · 10 years

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So, did Prince Charming from OUAT become Fandral, or did Fandral become Prince Charming?

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thedashinggod · 10 years

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"My friend! I came here a few days ago." He smiled back. "I do not know. The weather is not pleasant to be in a place like that, but sometimes I do not understand the God of Thunder." He shrugged.

I do not understand...

He smiles brightly ” Fandral, I did not know you were here! Perhaps you could explain to me how I got here?”

#c:thor

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thedashinggod · 10 years

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Fandral thought about Amora's words over and over again, and he could say that she couldn't be more right about her suspicion. Fandral felt attracted to the Enchantress since he was a teenager, he always found her as a stunning woman, and perhaps his biggest sin was having inappropiate thoughts about her. He was blaming all the time how foolish he was at that age, but the truth was that those feelings weren't gone at all, and Fandral found that out when the other woman returned to that age. He certainly tried to flirt with her when he found out that Amora was at that place as well, but it was totally different from what he actually felt at the moment. And her words, their words, confirmed that. Fandral always enjoyed being surrounded by beautiful women, in Asgard or Midgard, or any of the other nine realms, but Amora wasn't only a beautiful woman like the other ones he met.

Fandral decided to go to the garden to take some fresh air, or that was an excuse he used to get out of that midgardian building. The gardens were the place less midgardian, even when he couldn't compare it with the beautiful asgardian gardens. Probably the reason why that place didn't seem completely midgardian was the goddess sat at the fountain. Fandral admired her in silence from his place, smiling slightly while the Enchantress played with her hair, confirming to himself his thoughts about her.

Warriors and Witches and Hearts, Oh My! / Amora & Fandral

Amora felt stupid to say the least. Somehow admitting to a somewhat attraction to a God who was considered to be a man of women. She would hardly degrade herself in such efforts she like to make herself believe. However, after being young again, she felt somewhat free of the sins of her past. That there would be no consequences and not this weight of betrayal and treachery she had made and what she now carried. She would liked to blame certain feelings for the other Asgardian on simply being young again or for a scheme of power and pleasure. She lacked a scheme however. As she said to herself, stupid. Was this even wise of her? She felt somewhat embarassed the last time she saw Fandral and even though she said she would, she hardly wanted to see him again to have him think that had something to hold over her head. However, her taste for mighty men and power were the same. They were vast and though she had chased after Thor, her attentions have been driven elsewhere and that was mainly to Fandral. Why? Because a mortal did not deserve such a goddess. However, the goddess now felt she did not deserve a god. Deep in though as she sat on the fountain, playing with her golden locks, she did not hear the other Asgardian approach as she was looking the other way.

#p:amora #told you it would be an ugly one #sorry *runs and hides*

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thedashinggod · 10 years

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The few days that Fandral spent at the University he could say they were quite entertaining. It was certainly a different place than Asgard. All those strange devices, or whatever they called them, that the midgardians used to communicate with other people, and all that strange food, and of course, those attractive midgardian women, were different than what he expected at first. When people at Asgard talked about Midgard, all those tales were always about inferior creatures who were looking for their self destruction. But when Thor and the Warriors Three visited Midgard, it was completely different than what their stories said. There were good people like that Jane Foster that Thor was always talking about, but there were also people like the son of Coul, who tried to keep the Mjölnir, if his memory didn't fail him. And since Fandral arrived the University, he didn't dislike it at all.

And there he was, at the common room. He could hear the loud sound of thunders. His friend Thor would probably have some work that night. All the people at that place were going out of that place, except one. He remembered that woman, he always admired the beauty of women, even if she was a midgardian. Her skin white as snow and black hair as ebony caught his attention. He walked towards her and sat next to her, with a smile on his face. "Greetings, Cassidy." He nodded once as a greeting. "It is a nice weather." He said. He didn't understand why some people didn't like thunders, perhaps they didn't understand the meaning of them, but it was certainly something enjoyable for Fandral.

Thunder and Lightning Aren't So Frightening || M!A || Fandral & Cassidy

Hours after her conversation with Jean-Paul, and still without a single damn memory, Cassidy Fox-Williams found herself curled up in the common area of the dorms, tiredly trying to piece together something, anything, that would help her remember who she was or where she was (other than Cassidy and at SHIELD University, which Jean-Paul had told her). But it was to no avail, and she simply sat frowning, listening to the crashing thunder outside of the building. There were very few other people in the room, and as thunder began to rumble, most of them left, casting looks towards friends as they did. There was no point in staying in the common room if the tv signal was going to be rubbish.

But one person remained, and Cassidy found that she didn’t recognise him in the slightest (though whether or not she should was another matter entirely. It wasn’t as if she would recognise her own mother if she saw her right now, would she?) She bit on her thumb gently, frowning at the ceiling as the flights flickered and thunder crashed again. There wasn’t anything particularly enjoyable, she found, about being in an already cold room days after a blizzard, with another large storm brewing outside, and the power flickering so much that the heating was barely working.

#p:cassidy #i may or may not wrote something there on purpose #hehehe

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thedashinggod · 10 years

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I know, but I do not care. They shall understand.

There is much to decide…How would we even know that…we could ever work? How could you trust me and I you? Everyone will say how honorable Fandral is with a harlot.