Sigyn portrait

mischief

fidelity

"Sister!"

the twins

"The tale of such has been penned, perhaps, a million times. Same in all it's heartache and tears and unrequited loves; the same, till every star in the heavens have fallen away, all the lovers have perished from their love. The same, in all it's petty hopes and childish fears, to only in the end be proved that, even true love, cannot conquer over death's freezing winter. And yet, it will remain with those who survive, as a monster, till the last grain of sand has fell into the bottom of time's glass."

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MUWAHGLURHRHRHRHHhhahahahh ...

A sneak peak ... *crackles knuckles like a mad scientist*

I need to get a life.

Oh, wait.

They are it.

The wedding photo

"I'm sorry"

 Red.

That was all he could remember.

So much red, sordid and staining everything, drenching. And white. She was so white, all color drained from that soft face. 

He had done this.

No cry, no tears, no scream. Nothing, save numb surprise. And she looked at him, as if he could save her, as if she trusted, so completely, that he would.

The Path To The Dark Side

 It's Anikan and Padame's relationship and all. 

Sith Loki is scary and cool.

AND VALI AND NARVI ARE LUKE AND LEIA. WHATTT? What? 

and ... and ... SIGYN DIES.

I HATE THIS NOW.
NO.
JUST NO.
I HATE EVERYTHING.

*stomps off blog*

Vali concept

Thor finds anything funny ...

"There should never be reason to doubt me."

"I do not. I only doubt that what I feel is real..."

... drabble post because I have feelings

Loki is exceptionally uncomfortable with affection, save those he cares deeply for (Frigga and Thor). With Sigyn, he lets go and he knows she's there to catch him.

Sigyn's ears are an object of affection for her husband. *wild goat SQUEEEEEEE*

Loki is a tired daddy. 

Sigyn loves Midgard. Loki took her there for the beaches on their honeymoon.

Hemirir the wolf is the family pet.

Narvi and Vali are basically how Thor and Loki were. 

Nylokis is the black sheep of the family. Lonely and quiet like Loki. Caring, sweet, loving like Sigyn. Perfect doctor.

Narvi never married. Vali falls in love, with a tragic end to which she must choose between Asgard and family to him.

There's a tendency to get into arguments at dinner. Loki just sits back and watches because he started it, until his loving little wife kicks his shins beneath to tablecloth and he makes everyone be quiet.

Thor is the proud and loud uncle. He babysits when he can, reeking havoc with the twins and little Nylokis.

Vali has the tendency to turn half Jottun when she's mad and angry, something Loki never had to deal with. So she's his pet (in a way) but he loves his family equally. But Sigyn a little more. *grins*

The family decor is green. Go green or go home.

ME writing sad stuff for them and CRYING, AND THERE'S USUALLY COFFEE INVOLVED.

I need a life.

Their theme song, if you will ...

Vali inherited her father's preference for ... ahem ... pointy objects.

"I thought you dead."

"Death cannot stop true love ... only detain it a little."

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THIS IS NOT EVEN FUNNY, one of my quotes for them is Sigyn simply saying "We thought you dead, Loki. I thought you dead!" and I JUS' CANNOT ANYMORE, THANKYOUVERYMUCH.

*aggressively sobs into pillows*

The Asgardian Bride

SOMEONE STOP ME BEFORE I DRAW SIGYN AND LOKI AS WHESLY AND BUTTERCUP.

Oops, too late.

... what have I even done?

Wait.

WAAAAAAAAAAIIT A MINUTE.

... does this mean Thor is Humperdink?!?!?!

 AND DOES THIS MEAN FRANDRAL IS INIGO, HOGAN IS FEZZINI, AND VOLSTEGG IS FEZIC?!?!??!?!

AND ODIN AND FRIGGA ARE THE KING AND QUEEN?!??!?!?!?

Someone freakin' stop this

Their father's footsteps. Both turned, too late to hide, and found the darker man steadying his weight upon a shoulder against the stairwell's archway.

 "...should I say anything?" He looked as if he were amused then serious.

Narvi sucked in a breath.

"Must," they said in unison.

 Loki nodded. "Must?"

"Yes, there's must in the books," Narvi explained, "And a dead rat in the cup..," Vali exonerated, jerking her head at the old desk, situated in the middle of the room, far too piled with books and parchment and old, undistinguished trinkets. It swayed in the middle, closer to the floor then ceiling. Anyone but them would've called it a pile rubbish, rotting wood and parchment, infested with spider webbings and dust and roaches, only it was better then a heaping treasure to them.

  Finding the old study and hermitage of their father hadn't been as hard as expected. It was a dare, really, and they'd taken it, only to have something to do with their free time. Lady mother had told them of it a thousand times, of how he used to hide when she'd come and visit.

  Loki nodded again. Then chuckled. "I gave you both too little credited ability to find this old place. By Valhalla, how did you get the door to open? Your grandfather, Odin, had it built up years ago, when I -your mother..."

"Shut you inside?" offered Vali, a bit too smugly, for they'd both promised not to mention it. Narvi nudged her shoulder in the attempt to silence her, but he'd already heard.

Her father raised an eyebrow.

"Well then, it seems I have no secrets, from you or my wife...," sauntering across the old stone floor and fingering the open pages of a book he'd long forgotten, "Right then, suppose the books can be burnt, hmm?" slamming the heavy volume shut, dust foaming into the air. He looked expectantly at them. Oh, but they both could see the spark in his eyes that had been laughing ever since Vali's comment.

"NO!"

He finally grinned.

"No, I suppose not..."

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... this was longer then I thought it would be, YAY!

Just some fun. I need to write more of this stuff ... *sighs*

the son

"Mischief and chaos wedded fidelity. And we thought the Flood shook Earth. Not only that, he'd perish ten times over before a hair from her head fell."

the princess

"She's his anchor, his last grip on sanity. And if she parishes, do not think he will survive it, not after all this."

(i need to paint this piece of gold, EHEHEHHE!)

the healer

"What becomes the father will not always become the son. He is no warrior, he wishes to heal what is broken. There is no shame in that. "

the archer

"Rashness and folly travel in his wake, and you think he is unlike his father? But a better man I do not know."

the warrior

"She may look gentle as her mother, the last of the Light elves, but do not trust that. The venom of vipers runs through her veins; anger her, she will strike." 

the archer

the warrior

the healer