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Мoтнer oғ Мonѕтerѕ.
| 21+ RP | Norѕe Мyтнoѕ & Мarvel
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Looking down, she holds out her hand.
“Come. You can ride with me.”
Looking down, she holds out her hand.
“Come. You can ride with me.”
“This stranger is my guest,” she calls out to her men. “He will be returning with us.”
The giantess rides closer and observes as Löptr lets the seidr melt way. His skin becomes a brilliant shade of blue . . . and his eyes turn a deep red that would ~
“This stranger is my guest,” she calls out to her men. “He will be returning with us.”
The giantess rides closer and observes as Löptr lets the seidr melt way. His skin becomes a brilliant shade of blue . . . and his eyes turn a deep red that would ~
What would Laufey do if he knew the child he cast aside had stumbled upon the domain of his sworn enemy.
Nothing good, she imagines. And yet that does not change her ~
What would Laufey do if he knew the child he cast aside had stumbled upon the domain of his sworn enemy.
Nothing good, she imagines. And yet that does not change her ~
Löptr. Their name for Loki. The lost prince.
Or seemingly the abandoned one. Angrboda should not be surprised that Laufey would cast aside anything deemed weak — and liability for his growing kingdom.
The giant likes to ~
Löptr. Their name for Loki. The lost prince.
Or seemingly the abandoned one. Angrboda should not be surprised that Laufey would cast aside anything deemed weak — and liability for his growing kingdom.
The giant likes to ~
“Speak plainly your name and your purpose here. We do not take kindly to trespassers.”
She is not unreasonable. She would hear him out in a way Laufey never would. Even so, Laufey might have sent him or Odin even. Neither option would be a good one.
“Speak plainly your name and your purpose here. We do not take kindly to trespassers.”
She is not unreasonable. She would hear him out in a way Laufey never would. Even so, Laufey might have sent him or Odin even. Neither option would be a good one.
He possesses magic. That is weapon enough.
Impressed as she is for the old magic he carries, Angrboda has little time for riddles.
“I am Angrboda, Hagia of the Iron Wood.”
A wise woman. A witch, many would call her. ~
He possesses magic. That is weapon enough.
Impressed as she is for the old magic he carries, Angrboda has little time for riddles.
“I am Angrboda, Hagia of the Iron Wood.”
A wise woman. A witch, many would call her. ~
She had received word from her scouts that there was an odd disturbance at the edge of the Iron Wood. Ever vigilant of possible attacks from Laufey’s forces, the giantess rides out with her warriors to assess the threat.
Angrboda and ~
Her pale blue hand rests upon the hilt of her sword just in case they should attack, and her striking red eyes peer at them . . . assessing.
“State your name, Stranger.”
Her pale blue hand rests upon the hilt of her sword just in case they should attack, and her striking red eyes peer at them . . . assessing.
“State your name, Stranger.”
She is grateful now even if she tells the other riders to keep their distance from the figure standing in the snow.
Mounted on what in Jötunheim would be akin to a horse, Angrboda approaches alone.
“What is your ~
She is grateful now even if she tells the other riders to keep their distance from the figure standing in the snow.
Mounted on what in Jötunheim would be akin to a horse, Angrboda approaches alone.
“What is your ~
were considered traitors to the king. To her people, though, she is a queen . . . a queen and powerful wielder of the Old Magic.
Her community is small, but she protects them fiercely. She had never particularly agreed with ~
were considered traitors to the king. To her people, though, she is a queen . . . a queen and powerful wielder of the Old Magic.
Her community is small, but she protects them fiercely. She had never particularly agreed with ~