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[your-dashing-fandral]

Fandral blearily looked over at the food. He wouldn’t deny it looked most appealing, though he tried to look nonchalant as he accepted it.

“Thank you,” He said quietly. “It wasn’t my intention to get you worried  — really, it’s just slipped my mind,” 

He should have been at the feast, he knew. He liked feasts. And yet he hadn’t gone, and was instead hiding away in the libraries like a recluse. The last battle he and his friends had been in had gone rather south, and though it had been days, he still wasn’t in the mood to celebrate.

“How long do you plan on staying in Asgard this time, my friend?” He ventured to ask between bites, if only to break the silence. 

❛ How  long  has  it  been  since  you’ve  eaten? ❜

(- Beta Ray Bill)

𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑳𝒀 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑬

Fandral blinked, not responding for a long moment as he tried to remember what had happened over the past few days. A lot had went on, though eating, he realized, was not one of them.

“I... have no idea,” He admitted finally. 

#tangleweave #⚔queue

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Fandral wasn’t sure how much time had passed between witnessing his friend’s assault and being dragged away back into Sigyn’s room. He didn’t know why he was back here; if he had perhaps broken too big of a rule by protesting and making a scene and was sent here to be punished. But really, how could be blamed for not staying calm?

He didn’t care what would happen, not yet. Though the circumstances were hellish, he still was glad some of his friends still lived. Perhaps that was selfish; perhaps death would be kinder than this. 

He knew, deep down, that it would be, really.

He was emotionally drained and still rather in shock, though it was dull at this point, so he sat at the edge of the bed and began to blatantly prod at the chains. Though he knew Sigyn had said they were nearly unbreakable, he needed to do something with his hands.

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Fandral did not look up as he was unceremoniously shoved into the room, choosing instead to fix his gaze down at his bound wrists. The captured swordsman was thinking of any possible scenarios of where he could easily escape. Unfortunately, there didn’t seem to be much in the way of opportunities, so he had a feeling he would just have to wait this one out.

Had he been paying sufficient attention, he would have realized that he was not immedietly headed to the prisons, and would have heard more of what the guards who had escorted him were saying besides something about “traitor,” and “Are you sure you want him, my lady?”

As it was, though, he glanced up, looking curiously at the woman who stood before him, wondering why she was here before sending her a wink. 

#sigynthevictorious #⚔queue

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Fandral looked at the blood on the other’s hand, and knew it probably wasn’t good. He didn’t know how out of it the stranger was, but at him wavering he drew closer, in case he would fall.

“There was no one else; just you.” He said, with a glance back over to the clearing where he had found him. “Come. You’re unwell; we’ll go to a healer,” He gently took his arm, starting to try and lead him away.

“Whoa, hey, stay with me! You’re as white as a ghost. Don’t pass out.”

@your-dashing-fandral

Legolas blinked slowly. The words sounded far off, as if the man were shouting across a mountain range rather than two inches from his face, and that made the elf frown. Surely he did not have the hearing of a Man now, so what could possibly- The prince’s knees buckled, and he barely managed to catch himself before he fell.

“Where am I?” He murmured, repeating the words several times in a bastardized mix of Sindarin and Common.

#greenleafprinceling #⚔queue

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Fandral set his teeth as he felt the other’s nails dig into his flesh, but he didn’t give; remaining crouched above her, pinning her down. 

“Shut up,” He snarled back, clamping a hand over her mouth, trying to silence her.  

He tried to calm himself down - to think as clearly as he could. He wasn’t going to kill her if he didn’t have to, but she was pissing him off to no end.  Fandral leaned in closer, lowering his voice; “Now. You’re going to work with me,  and, providing you do as I say; I won’t have to hurt you,” He said. “I want you to break things off with him. I don’t care how you do it so long as you don’t mention why.”

He dropped his hand from her lips, reaching up instead to absently stroke her hair; “You can do that for me, won’t you love? It would be such a pity to have to kill a pretty thing like you.” 

"Sod off, you sick fucker!"

Fandral scoffed at the other, not liking her tone. Sure, maybe he was a little drunk, but there was no reason for her to get so defensive, as far as he saw it.  “I’d watch that pretty mouth of yours,” He said brazenly, as he stood in the doorway, intentionally blocking Sigyn’s path.  

“You’ll get yourself into trouble if you’re not careful,” He added with a smirk.

#sigynthevictorious #tw assault #⚔queue

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ATTENTION PLEASE

LOKI IS WEARING A TURTLENECK

#fuck okay #loki #loki laufeyson

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🌹❣️This is the Amazing Person Award! Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask box of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you’re amazing inside and out ❣️🌹

*cries* thank you!!!!! 🖤

#ooc #ily

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@ Y’all I have threads with. I’m still alive! I’ve just been rather busy for the past month and, inadvertently, ended up taking a break from roleplaying. However I am slowly getting back into it; I’m going to be writing out replies and then adding them to a queue sometime this week. Thank you so much for being patient! <3

#ooc #//queue is ACTUALLY running now #<3

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@ Y’all I have threads with. I’m still alive! I’ve just been rather busy for the past month and, inadvertently, ended up taking a break from roleplaying. However I am slowly getting back into it; I’m going to be writing out replies and then adding them to a queue sometime this week. Thank you so much for being patient! <3

#⚔ooc #⚔queue

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Go on anon (or not) and ask my muse “THIS or THAT” questions about: ship prefs & nsfw/kink stuff!

It can be FILTHY “I’m gonna burn in hell for asking” kind of stuff to “fluffy- normal” sex/ship headcanon stuff!

#⚔memes #⚔queue

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Fandral: “I see your time in the dungeons has made you no less graceful, Loki.”

#loki #fandral #fandral the dashing #tdw #dashingfrost #we love to see it

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One of my favourite commission pieces I've done this year!

Loved the idea of Data from Star Trek surrounded by Spot and her kittens 🐈

#//ooc #//i cant not reblog this look at how precious he is #data #star trek #tng #this is melting my heart

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❛ How  long  has  it  been  since  you’ve  eaten? ❜

(- Beta Ray Bill)

𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑳𝒀 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑬

Fandral blinked, not responding for a long moment as he tried to remember what had happened over the past few days. A lot had went on, though eating, he realized, was not one of them.

“I... have no idea,” He admitted finally. 

#tangleweave #//hellooo :)

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“I don’t care where you go. Just not anywhere near him,” He replied steadily. But then he was seething when the other implied that Loki still wouldn’t want him even if she was out of the picture;

“He won’t. That won’t happen!” He shouted, becoming hysterical and feeling his body practically tremble with rage. “I’ll be the next, and not anyone else!” 

He darted forward, ending up trying to tackle her down onto the ground with him on top.

"Sod off, you sick fucker!"

Fandral scoffed at the other, not liking her tone. Sure, maybe he was a little drunk, but there was no reason for her to get so defensive, as far as he saw it.  “I’d watch that pretty mouth of yours,” He said brazenly, as he stood in the doorway, intentionally blocking Sigyn’s path.  

“You’ll get yourself into trouble if you’re not careful,” He added with a smirk.

#sigynthevictorious

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this look

#thor #BABE #look how pretty he is

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Fandral blearily opened his eyes, feeling groggy and incredibly disorientated. As he sat up from where he lay, he got a look at his surroundings and did not like what he saw, nor did he remember how he had ended up here. And —  as he glanced downwards to his hands —  he definitely did not remember getting chained up either.

However, it was the voice which spoke —  and not anything else  — that caused a chill to race up his spine. He glanced frantically around, his eyes finding the only other figure in the room.

For a long moment, the swordsman was struck utterly dumb, sure that he was seeing things, as this was impossible.

“Loki,” He managed to gasp out. “But  — you’re supposed to be dead!” 

It was only a matter of time before Loki could prevent revealing himself as the new power behind the throne. The temptation to gloat to someone, anyone other than Skurge, was too much to bear. Fandral was the perfect person for what Loki had in mind. Someone with whom he’d had history, however brief and unwitting, someone who fascinated and amused him. Someone who could hold a conversation and had a pretty face.

So ‘Odin’ arranged for Fandral to go on a solo mission, one from which he never returned. When the handsome Asgardian awoke he would find himself chained in an old cell in the catacombs beneath the palace, a place Loki had known since he was a boy. Here the god of mischief was free to be himself and, as much as he loved his disguises, he had longed to be on display once again.

“Hello, Fandral. How much you must have missed me.”

@your-dashing-fandral​

#benevolentgodloki

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Fandral sighed as he was bitten, and as Sigyn was undressing him, he trailed his hand over her cunt, keeping his touch light and teasing as he gently eased a finger inside her. 

He was hard in his pants at this point, but he wanted the other to be ready for him first, and he slid another finger inside and began to slowly pump them in and out of her. 

“ you’re hiding something from me… ”

Fandral froze in the doorway, but didn’t turn around right away, feeling an uncomfortable lump settle in his throat.

“Oh? And what makes you think that?” He asked, attempting to sound unconcerned but likely failing at that; as he most certainly wasn’t.

#sigynthevictorious #nsfw