I am aliiiiive.

And I found a faceclaim. A new one.

I am pleased. :3 Now excuse me while I work on revamping this blog.

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verily-thor:

"Well, with how many you have, I am sure you will have many more days ahead of you for seeing your daughters married. Someday, of course. Not all at once… that would be a mess. Hopefully I can see my sons married off and not end up like myself — bringing home children every few centuries from different mothers. Were we not brother and sister, I would suggest pushing my sons and your daughters toward one another… but, I suppose that opportunity was lost when I discovered our relation. Thank goodness it was now, rather than later when we had grandchildren/great-nieces and nephews running about…"

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"Yes. Some of them are still quite young for marriage, at least for me. But then again, I suppose they will always be my children and therefore too young for commitment."

"Too bad indeed, at least that would give me the certainty they would marry into a nice, trustworthy family, but there is nothing we can do about that now. It does save us awkward family meetings, as you said. And a lot of equally awkward explaining."

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#verilythor

verily-thor:

"That is good, since dying right before your daughter’s wedding would put a damper on things! Quite a dreary reception that would make.”

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"She was asking the other day if you were coming or not, with Iwaldi. You had best tell her."

"Aye, it would be rather terrible to die and miss that, so I will do my best not to do so, my prince.

"I should tell her I will be present. After all, it is not every day that a daughter gets married."

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#verilythor#THANK YOU! ;A:#I MISSED YOU TOO

"I live."

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#as does the mun#:| i miss this blog so hard#but argh Freyja come back
He took his eye off of her momentarily before bringing it back to her perfectly sculpted face, remaining silent to her words. She asked for forgiveness but this was something the Allfather could not do. Never was he a king to be so kind as to accept an apology but for her. he would at least give her the benefit of the doubt and acknowledge it. "You know very well I cannot give you the satisfaction of accepting your own faults, sweet Freyja." He brought his hand to her face, holding it gently.

odinn-son-of-borr:

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"Always so regal, dear Odin", the goddess acknowledged with a wider smile, leaning towards his touch. “Yet, I was not asking my King for it. I was asking the man I met a long, long time ago”, was her answer. A gentle hand was placed on top of his own. She let their hands linger there for a long moment before leaning back slowly. Still, she held his fingers on hers. How times had changed. There was a time when she would not had done so, and she still did not wish to do so, but there was no other choice. “I have come to see how you are faring, my King. Else, I would wither before you went to visit me”, she said calmly, her first sentence being absolutely true, the second one tinged with jest.

His brows knitted together for a brief moment when she spoke of the past; his own memory flashing over his eyes. It was so many years ago that it was nearly uncountable. Taken back by her hand upon his, Odin wondered how it was possible that even though 1,000’s of years had passed, he could still remember her touch? How different it was from his beloved Frigga’s; hers warm and comforting, soft and precise. Freyja’s was so very different but he could remember how badly he once sought it. And he knew he would forever remember it.

Odin listened intently to her words and kept a watchful eye on her body language. As he did so he failed to notice how he allowed for their fingers to dance a shy dance together. For how wise he was, the Allfather was loss of words to why this amazing Vanir Goddess could ever look him in the eye after what he had done to her and her people. She would forever remain a mystery to the Aesir God but he could not say he did not mind it. A shadow of a smile was given to her first statement but once she spoke again he easily caught the pang that struck a cord. The reality of it all was saddening as is was but it was true, what she said.

Blinking away those memories that continued to invade his mind, Odin remained silent for a moment before he took his hand from hers and looked passed  her. “There is never a moments peace with living the life of a King,” he finally brought his blue eye back to hers, “The work here is never done.” It took much of his willpower not to take a step closer to the his former friend; his past lover. Even though his heart belonged entirely to his beloved Frigga, that did not mean he could completely forget the memories of when he had half the mind to give her his heart. When he spoke, his silky voice was soft and low; few would ever be lucky enough to know this tone. “To allow that to happen to you, my heart would weep for eternity.”

Now, he could not stop himself from prying into her life, curious to how she was since he had kept her in Asgard against her will. “Do tell this old King how you have sufficed here in this once foreign realm, dear Freyja. Tell me of your days, your nights…Tell me of your woes and joys; your loves and heartache. I wish to know it all.”

She knew well what her actions caused him. Despite the many years between what they had, she still could read Odin and how he acted. His little frowns, almost impercetible, if you had not studied them with so much intensity as Freyja had. So much time ago, yet still present. That hint of familiarity was nice. She wondered what else had not changed about him.

However long their moment was, in which they touched hands as they had done before, it was very clear to Freyja when he ruptured their union. How funny it was. It had happened before, although in other circunstances. Perhaps whatever relationship they had revolved around Odin letting her go. Painfully as it was, the goddess merely looked down at her fingers and closer her hand. Eyes once again met his own, a saddened look to her face, as much as she tried to hide it.

"I can only imagine, my King", the goddess admitted truthfully. "The burdens you are carry are far too heavy. Mayhaps…". There, the goddess let her words hang in the air, as if she had no idea how to finish such sentence herself. "Mayhaps too heavy, even for you", her sudden reply came. His latter sentence was followed with a resignated chuckle of Freyja’s lips. "So instead you keep it to yourself and allow my heart to suffer for yours". Her words, bold as they were, were still true. "A wise King you may be, my King, but you fail to see within my eyes often".

"I believe my heartache is well known through the realms. It tends to leave a trail of amber and gold wherever it passes", she commented shyly, an odd sensation even to the goddess herself. Her husband had left her, two daughters behind. Perhaps all men were doomed to leave her, a spell not even her seidr could undo. "As for this foreign realm, it is now my house, it is where my hall stands. The Realm Eternal has such epithet for a reason, my King", the goddess said, "but my heart will always lie elsewhere. That is my fate."

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#*throws feels at you*#there deal with them now#:(#odinnsonofborr

"Good morning."

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#it's morning here so just go with it xD
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He took his eye off of her momentarily before bringing it back to her perfectly sculpted face, remaining silent to her words. She asked for forgiveness but this was something the Allfather could not do. Never was he a king to be so kind as to accept an apology but for her. he would at least give her the benefit of the doubt and acknowledge it. "You know very well I cannot give you the satisfaction of accepting your own faults, sweet Freyja." He brought his hand to her face, holding it gently.

"Always so regal, dear Odin", the goddess acknowledged with a wider smile, leaning towards his touch. “Yet, I was not asking my King for it. I was asking the man I met a long, long time ago”, was her answer. A gentle hand was placed on top of his own. She let their hands linger there for a long moment before leaning back slowly. Still, she held his fingers on hers. How times had changed. There was a time when she would not had done so, and she still did not wish to do so, but there was no other choice. “I have come to see how you are faring, my King. Else, I would wither before you went to visit me”, she said calmly, her first sentence being absolutely true, the second one tinged with jest.

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#odinnsonofborr
The larger than life King stood silent as he watched the fairest of the goddesses, many memories running through his weary mind. Even though the years had past she seemed to not have aged in the least; in fact she appeared even more radiant than he had remembered. "Could it be or does my eye deceive me," his silky voice broke the silence as he took a step from the shadows. "I do believe it has been too long since we have last seen one another, dear Freyja." He offered a hint of a smile to her.

The fair Vanadis bowed before Odin, a smile touching her lips as he spoke such words to her. He was right, it had been too long since the two had met, tribulations and their duties impeding  them of meeting, which was odd, given the two possessed both history together and a similar job. Whereas Odin possessed Valhalla, Freyja possessed Folkvang, and the half of the honorable dead were hers. Similar people, yet different. “I assure your eyes do not deceive you, my lord”, she reassured, standing again, her hands straightening her golden gown as she did so. “Far too long. I hope you will find in your heart to forgive me”, the goddess added, smile unmoving.

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victorious-asynja:

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#Sig